#and kou he’s my other top

[elizabethzoopzoop986]

They’re so silly

Platonic Akanene is so silly omg. Underrated duo istg. They’re besties your honor. Plus canonly they’ve know each other for like four years and are like in the same friend group cause Aoi.

[sandwhitches]

ೃ༄ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄? (𝐩𝐭. 𝐈𝐈)

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀: bokuto koutaro, akaashi keiji, iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru & sakusa kiyoomi

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰: how they pop the question! (hcs + drabbles)

𝗰𝘄: implied fem. reader, mentions of marriage tehehe, mushy corny top romance

𝗮/𝗻: part two yayyyy!!! i wanted to post this earlier in the day but i unfortunately have to be a functioning member of society from time to time blegh. iwa's part is dedicated to my lovely moot @froyaoya who just gets it. sorry for any typos!!! also working on requests from the event still hehehe

(read part 1 here!!!)

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

» Look at this man, this beautiful blessing of a man, and tell me this is not about to be the showiest proposal ever

» He’s asking you to marry him and he wants EVERYONE to know (in the purest way possible)

» You knew what you were getting yourself into

» Is he nervous? No, maybe, he doesn’t want to think about it, OKAY?!

» Thinks the perfect time is asking you right after MSBY wins at finals, but one of his teammates (because he told them the plan…obviously) is like what are you going to do if we lose???? He almost dies on the spot because he totally forgot that was a possibility whoops

» There’s an easy way around that problem! Just win, duh!

Your heart feels as if it could just beat out of your chest with excitement as the last set ends, MSBY reigning victorious. Mind swimming with unadulterated pride, you’re already halfway down to the court once others begin to flood it, nothing you want more but the man who is currently wading through a crowd in search of you. 

For a brief moment, you pause at the sidelines, unable to find him, then remember Bokuto was probably in the midst of one of many interviews or something else much more important than a simple post-game congratulatory hug. Your conjecture is quickly smashed by the call of your name, paired with your boyfriend’s big, shiny beam of pure joy as he opens his arms for you. You let out a huff of laughter, then hurry over, practically launching yourself into his hold. 

Koutaro exclaims in delight, squeezing you close as he spins you around excitedly, “Did you see?!” You giggle, still holding onto his thick forearms as he places you down, “How could I not?” 

Bokuto’s chest puffs with pride before he bends over ever so slightly to give you a kiss that he’s been thinking about for the better half of the game. He dearly hopes that you didn’t see him dash off the court as soon as he was able to, making a quick job of fishing a ring box from his duffel bag on the sidelines as Atsumu cheered him on. Now, the box sits in the pocket of his uniform shorts, ready to be presented to you. 

“You did so good, Kou!” You add with an endearing smile, chest filling with warmth as his smile broadens upon hearing the praise, “Only because you were watching me.” Bokuto supplies in a chipper response, cheeks flushed. 

“I think you’re good, either way,” you chuckle fondly.

Koutaro clicks his tongue playfully, wagging his head back and forth in disagreement, “Nah, you’re the reason I’ve made it this far, after all.”

Though you beg to differ, it’s nice to hear it. You’re more than positive that Bokuto would have made it this far with or without you, still, you can’t help but count yourself lucky for being along for the ride.

What started as his hopeful attempts to impress you with showy spikes back in high school, what turned into a cramped downtown apartment, and what is now this moment that you share on the court. And while to you all of this seems so extraneous to his performance tonight, Bokuto can surely recognize where his motivation has been coming from, it’s only natural he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. 

“I want to be able to win every game in the future for you!” He declares, and it takes you a moment to register that he’s deadly serious, you’d nearly giggled in response, “I just want you to enjoy yourself, isn’t that what matters?” You speak up a bit over the crowd, head tilting. 

“Well, you’re right,” he shrugs, “But I also think you’re the biggest reason why I keep wanting to get better.” 

The sentiment makes a lump form in your throat, knowing that he doesn’t even mean to flatter you half of the time, he’s being entirely honest with you. That’s one thing you’ll never grow used to about Bokuto, how easily he can say something that knocks the breath out of you, and everything he tells you is undeniably true to what he believes. 

“So, that’s why I hope we can be together forever,” he adds with a simple nod, reaching into his pocket. You’re just about to agree, after all, he says such sappy things like this so often that it’s hard to tell when the words have more weight behind them. This time, you soon realize as he lowers himself to the ground, his words have the weight of the entire world. 

“I love you so much, you know? I’ll never stop, either,” Bokuto presents a ring box that looks absolutely tiny in his large hands, still, he’s ever so gentle in opening it to reveal a large diamond that glitters under the stadium lights. At this point, the people around you have paused their celebratory ministrations to watch, but none of that really matters to you and Bokuto. The most important thing in the world, you can’t ever deny, is the man staring up at you so lovingly. And coincidentally, you just happen to be the most important thing in the world to him, too. 

“I hope you’ll let me love you forever,” he speaks with sheer confidence and pride, as he does with everything else, “Can I marry you?”

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈

» Something simple but intimate, that’s just his thing 

» Definitely a winter proposal, Akaashi thinks the snow is just so romantic

» Takes you down to a snowy park to go ice skating (despite contrary belief, you probably had to hold him up almost the entire time, this man doesn’t exactly have any natural grace when it comes to treading ice)

» Afterwards, it’s the standard snow day affair, you two build a snowman and give it a name inspired by one of your countless inside jokes, the both of you engage in snowball warfare, he buys you a cup of cocoa and sits on the bench with you (and yeah, he helps you blow on it, he’s just that perfect)

» What you DON'T know is that all day he’s been waiting for the right moment to reveal the little gift he’s been harboring for you in his back pocket

You can’t remember the last time you felt cold in the winter at all. When you think about it, the icy bite of frozen wind hasn’t nipped at your cheeks in years, perhaps having something to do with the eternal warmth the man beside you incited, the sort of toasty comfort that made your muscles loosen and eyelids go heavy. 

Akaashi’s breath comes out in short, puffy clouds, then rolls out into nothing in a matter of mere seconds. The crunching of snow beneath soles of winter boots fills the silence and makes your heart sing, oh, how you love this time of year. Beside you, however, Keiji is struggling to discern what his instincts are telling him to do. Two separate thoughts of just do it now and wait for another time have been pestering him all day to the point in which he can no longer hold a conversation without feeling a nervous ache in his chest. 

“Ah!” You exclaim with surprise, tilting your chin up ever so slightly towards the cloudy sky. Akaashi peers at you first, then up in the direction you face, realizing that tiny snowflakes are beginning to fall down to earth once more. The world is so quiet during the winter, he thinks, even with the mirth surrounding the two of you in the busy park, the snow will always serve to bolster the sound in its milky white embrace. 

He chuckles to himself as you stick out your tongue, darting it upwards to catch a snowflake, and the sight nearly makes him forget about what he came here to do. If there truly is a perfect time, Akaashi isn’t sure he’ll ever have the confidence to pin it, but right now, things feel okay, they feel right. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs in a whisper, catching your attention. Akaashi doesn’t miss the snowflake stuck to your eyelashes, nor the stray speckles of snow glittering in your hair like sugar. Your cheeks flush, leaving you to grin sweetly at him in gratitude while he brushes snowflakes from your hair, “You know what I just realized right now?”

You hum, blinking up at him curiously for an answer, eyes training on the subtle upturn of his lips, the crinkle of his reddened nose. 

“I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.” Your heart swells and a flustered, almost sheepish, giggle falls under your breath at the compliment. Akaashi can be so romantic, sometimes, and it leaves you wondering if he even knows what he’s doing to you…he has to, hasn’t he? Keiji clears his throat, “Actually, that’s what I wanted to ask you about today.”

Furrowing your brows in confusion, you tilt your head at him ever so slightly, “What do you mean?”

Now it’s Akaashi’s turn to let out a sheepish laugh, slipping a knit glove off of one of his hands and placing it into his coat pocket, much to your perplexity. “I wanted to ask if you’d let me have this forever. There’s nothing else I’d really want more than this.” Suddenly, everything clicks in your mind as he reaches into his back pocket and lowers to one knee, that softened grin of his cracking into a wide beam once tears flood into your eyes.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to marry you,” the ring he’s since taken from the box shines so brilliantly under snowy sunbeams, and you realize Akaashi was right about one thing, this is the happiest you think you’ve ever seen him. 

“Would you let me have that? Will you marry me?”

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈����𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

» This is the world’s best boyfriend in case there was any confusion (which there shouldn’t be)

» Unfortunately this man wouldn’t know subtle if it slapped him in the face and stole his lunch money

» If you get your nails done, Iwa always pays for them, but he is oddly persistent about it the week leading up to when he plans to propose…which is kinda suspicious to you but you let it go

» He’s a big nature lover!!! He loves going on hikes with you (and doesn’t even mind in the slightest if he has to wait up for you, all he cares about is spending time together)

» Suggests the two of you go to your favorite trail and is absolutely relieved when you agree (Oikawa’s already headed over to hide in the bushes for three hours with a camera)

Wiping the sweat off your brow, you let release a drawn-out heavy breath of relief to have finally made it past the steep monster of a hill you and Iwaizumi had been dreading to trek. It’s worth it, though, it always is. The past few times that the two of you have gone down this trail, you’ve never lingered long enough to get the perfect view that you’re getting now, overlooking treetops gone vibrant green like everything else in springtime. 

“I thought you weren’t gonna make it for a second,” Hajime snickers, pulling at the collar of his shirt to cool himself down, and you can’t help but ponder why he seems so different today. For one, he’s taken every excuse to put his hands on you, holding your waist or lacing his fingers gently into your own with a periodic squeeze or two. Not to mention, he also can’t seem to be able to take his eyes off of you, which isn’t anything new in the slightest, save for a brand new depth to its usual shine that has puzzled you. 

“Are you kidding?” You scoff playfully, “I’m the one who almost had to drag you the rest of the way!” The two of you both know that is further from the truth than anything, but you still laugh, you always do. How can’t you feel such a dizzying high of joy when you’re together like this? Iwaizumi slips his backpack off his shoulder, presumably to grab a bottle of water, leaving you to admire the view once more. 

Today seems like it was made to be enjoyed, the trail isn’t as humid as it has been before, but it was just as lush, budding with the forest flora of early spring. Hajime noticed this too, in fact, not only is today perfect to enjoy, but he knows for certain it’s perfect for something else. And it’s now or never, he thinks, making sure your back is still turned as he grabs a navy velveted ring box from the front pocket. 

You glance back over your shoulder to make sure Hajime is sharing the view with you, that he too can see how terribly romantic everything can be when you care to notice it. He gulps, quickly tucking his hand behind his back as he comes up to place the other palm on your shoulder with a slight squeeze of affectionate warmth. “So pretty,” you note, knowing it goes without saying. 

Hajime nods, chewing on his lower lip in thought, until he’s unable to fight a shaky grin of excitement. You sigh contentedly, turning to face the sun again, relishing in the spoils of your hard work, and Hajime speaks up once more, “Today is perfect, isn’t it?”

You nod wordlessly, and he stares fondly as ever at the nape of your neck, knowing for certain that anything with you involved will always be perfect. That’s why he’s doing this, isn’t it?

“That’s why I thought today would be nice to ask you this.”

Your brows crease in confusion at the statement, prompting you to glance back over your shoulder again with a hushed hum, only to jump in surprise at the sight of him much lower to the ground than before. A hand flies to clasp at your mouth, Hajime gazes up at you from one knee like you hung the stars in the sky, and in fact, you might as well have. You’re the reason everything in his life is beautiful, why the thought of being without you is worse than death. 

“Don’t cry,” he chuckles adoringly at the sight of you falling apart, knowing it’s hypocritical of him to say with fat tears brimming in his own eyelids. Hajime carefully pops the ring box open, a quivering grin and creased brow are the only things standing between him and weeping.

“You know,” he starts, sniffling, “The only way I want to spend the rest of my life is with you, all I need to be happy is you.”

“Will you let me have the privilege of getting to marry you?”

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔

» Showpony (in the most loving way possible)

» He was going to have an airplane spell “Will You Marry Me?” in the sky before Iwa shut that down 

» Bottom line, he needs this to be as romantic as possible, it’s the most important night of your relationship by far, after all!

» New Years is right around the corner and what’s more romantic than celebrating another loop around the sun with fireworks?

» I’d imagine you two would be in Argentina so on New Years Eve he’ll suggest that you head down to the beach to watch fireworks pop over the city in the distance

» Much to your surprise, there’s already a picnic set up for the two of you upon arrival (this man is so extra. I cannot.)

Fireworks occupy the inky sky in the distance, brilliant, vivid speckles of light begin to dwindle as they fall to the earth. You’re entranced by the display, the dazzling red of another large firework bursts across the sky like stardust, glittering on its way down. And while the celebration is a sight to see, Oikawa couldn’t keep his eyes on it if he tried.

In his opinion, you were countless times more appealing to stare at, the way your eyes light up when another crackling display of gold goes off in the sky, how the flickering lights make the shadows on your face dance. This is something he could never get sick of, it seems. 

“You’re staring.” You mumble under your breath coyly, giving him a cursory once over, then looking back at the fireworks. Oikawa laughs under his breath, “How could I not? You’re stunning.” 

As he expected, you groan playfully, nudging him, “You are the corniest person I’ve ever met!” Tooru likes this bit, the one where he tells you something he wholeheartedly believes and you pretend you don’t hear the pure sincerity when he says it, “It’s true!” He scoffs in mock-offense, “You’re so gorgeous, am I allowed to say that?” Oikawa tilts his head back with a whine. 

You’re looking at him now, still sitting cross-legged on the beach towel; and Oikawa’s bubbly mood quickly goes flat with the realization that you’re not just beautiful, you’re captivating. He’s not sure what he’s done right in order to be sitting on this beach with you, eyes lingering on the way salty sea air blows gusts of wind past you softly, sending your hair to ripple like tendrils of smoke. 

Just in those few seconds, he knows that he can’t wait any longer to ask you to let him have this view for eternity, and he’s hungry to walk straight into the future knowing you won’t stray too far from him wherever the two of you may end up. Tooru sits up straighter, fixing his sweatshirt as he shifts to rest on his knees, raring to figure out how to begin to say what he wants to. 

You’ve since taken notice of his movement, smiling softly in confusion at him while he gives up on fighting the urge to stare at you, brown eyes glimmering with something warm each time another firework bursts in the sky. “Can I make a promise to you?” Oikawa whispers, head tilted. 

With perplexity, you shrug, then smile with a focused eye on his expression, “Sure.” He clutches your hand, “I promise that I will always be here for you, even if you don’t ask me to be there, I will always make sure you know how much I love you,” Oikawa’s voice goes low with uncharacteristic solemnity, and you’re on the verge of asking him what this is all about before he shifts to one knee, bringing a black ring box from behind him to light. 

You can’t help but gasp, sitting back on two knees, face now leveled with his. You can perfectly see his expression soften, melting into something entirely new. Oikawa knows he is falling in love with you all over again, he’s been the head over heels kind of smitten, but now? Now his love has grown to become a need to have you with him in order to continue on living.

“And I…” the box opens, a diamond reflecting the bright colors spilling across the sky enters your watery vision, “I want to be able to make these promises to you at the altar, and I want to spend my life living up to them.” 

“Will you let me keep my promise and marry you?”

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈

» Wants something quiet, you know? When it’s just the two of you guys, it’s most romantic

» You come home after a tiring day of work and he’s doting on you more than usual (which is saying a lot considering you’re the apple of his eye as it is)

» What’s this? Your hunky boyfriend made you pasta dinner? Oh okay.

» GODDDD no matter how many times you two eat together he always pulls the chair out for you even if it’s just at home, he’s subtle in the loudest ways about how much he loves you 

» Actually pretty nervous because doing something like this is so vulnerable and I can see that as something that frightens him a bit

» But it’s you!!! If there’s anyone he’d ever feel comfortable being 100% vulnerable around, it will always have to be you!

“What’s the special occasion?” You had snickered upon entering your dimly-lit apartment, raising your shoulders to make it easier for Kiyoomi, who’d taken to helping you slip out of your coat as soon as he’d finished kissing you hello. Your boyfriend said something along the lines of, “Just wanted to,” with that airy tone of his, donning a grin much larger than usual. 

Sakusa has never, and never will, be able to get over how utterly beautiful you are. Everything you do makes his chest ache with longing, even after having dated for years, he just has accepted that being around you will always make him go weak with adoration. “This is amazing,” you muse, twirling your fork around on the plate for another bite, “I think you should just take over dinner all the time.” 

The two of you laugh amongst yourselves quietly, “I can see it now, I’d love to come home to you in a frilly apron after work,” you add teasingly, tapping his shin with your socked foot under the table.

Kiyoomi simply shakes his head with a humored scoff, “I’m sure you would,” he drawls, taking a thoughtful sip of wine. He still can’t get over it, even thinking about it right now, you are the most beautiful thing he has ever laid his eyes upon and it’s not fair how easily you can render him speechless. In the candlelight, you remind him of a painting, a set of perfectly carved out features, each one intentionally placed with the utmost amount of care. You’re perfect.

Tonight will be the night that he asks you to please let him devote his life to you, for the simple feeling of him to be able to bask in your radiance. And if that, in your own words, means cooking dinner in a frilly apron for you every night, Kiyoomi struggles to really find any grievances he has with that. 

“I’d gladly do that for you,” Sakusa finally returns, earning a playful quirk of your brows, “Oh?” 

“In fact, you know, I’d really like to do that for you,” Kiyoomi stands up, much to your confusion as he steps to your side of the table. You almost don’t process the way in which he bends over to kiss the crown of your head on his way down to one knee, a hopeful smile on his face. 

“If there’s anything I want you to know, it’s that I’ve wanted to spend the rest of my life with you for a long time, now,” Kiyoomi slips a velvet box from his pocket and your jaw goes slack in surprise, a hand traveling to grasp at the collar of your blouse. 

“You’re the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with because you’re my best friend,” he says, voice faltering with a sudden onslaught of emotions, “And I think…I know that I exist to love you.”

You’re unable to speak, breath caught in your throat and hot tears threatening to overflow onto your warm cheeks, his voice comes out solemn and intentional, “I want to be able to love you for all the time that I’m able to.”

Kiyoomi presents the ring to you, a question he’s been dying to ask you for years forming on his lips as they part to ask it, “Will you marry me?”

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ i'm sprung

˚ · . bokuto koutaro x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ virginity loss, both characters are 18 but in highschool, protected sex, marking, handjob, fingering

ah, fuck-, is all bokuto can think or say.

his mind is swirling with such emotions at the moment, hazy and unclear. he thinks back as to how he had won a big game earlier, and was so happy to see you so proud of him.

the two of you planned to go to your house afterwards, get some pizza to celebrate and watch the clips of his earlier game.

you gave him a sweet "victory" kiss on his cheek, making the boy blush happily. you gave him another victory kiss, although this time on his nose top. and then another, but this time on the corner of his lips.

"just give me my victory kiss already.." bokuto whined. you laughed at his anticipation. his hand came to rest on your nape as he realized that he was going to have to do it himself.

you gasped into the kiss. it wasn't just a sweet little kiss. no, it was much more than that. although slow at first, it quickly turned into something much more. he kissed you with such want and fevour, his hands keeping you from pulling away.

tongue dancing with tongue, salivating down each other's chins. your hands gripped at his shoulder, trying to ground yourself from the dizzying kiss.

a sweet victory kiss turned into much more.

now, your hand is wrapped around his girth, fucking his cock with the soft skin of your palm. his hips buckle and tremble into it, gasps occasionally leaving his mouth when you teasingly poke and prod at his sensitive tip.

his own hand lays underneath your black panties, his fingers exploring your sex. you pull away from your heated kiss, a string of saliva keeping the two of you attached. you can't help but bite your lip when his middle finger slips into your virgin hole, the new sensation burning painfully up your spine.

"ah," you cry, your free hand gripping onto his wrist. "sorry baby," he murmurs, kissing the apple of your cheek. he watches you with low eyes, only closing when your hand tightens around his length.

his middle finger experiments with you, slowly stretching you out. it's only when the pain seems to subside when he adds another into your virgin hole. bokuto grins at the sight of your back arching, soft moans leaving your pouty lips.

he's quick to speed up inside you, his fingers working to find that sweet spot he heard of when scrolling various forms online.

he knows he found it when your head lolls back, cute face scrunching up into a silent moan. "f-feel good baby?" he teases. although you can't really take him seriously when his voice cracks from the way he tries to resist cummimg all over your palm from just watching your face.

"feels good kou.." you cry. "good, t-thats fucking good." he grunts out. just a little more, he has to remind himself. he feels like his cock is about to explode from the way he's resisting the urge to cum. his lady always come first.

with the touch of his finger tip pressing against that sweet spot of yours so tightly it has a wave of pleasure coming over you, your pussy walls clamping tightly around his fingers. bokuto's head dips down with relief when he finally cums over your delicate hand, grunting loudly with pleasure.

"fuck.." he breathes out, looking closely at the fingers you came on, all covered with your cum. he doesn't hold back, he immediately begins to shamelessly drink up your juices despite your embarrassed disapprovals.

"don't be ashamed baby, you taste so good." he smiles, making strong eye contact with you. bokuto has to hold back a smirk when he watches your cheeks go red with his lewd comment. for now, he can only feel his cock twitch at your innocence.

he was about to pull away from you entirely to go look for tissues before your hand grabs at his shirt. he looks back at you with a confused expression, seeing how your flushed. "...are we not gonna do it?" you whisper. bokuto dumly blinks at you in response, his jaw agape slightly.

"y-you wanna do it?" he asks, his face inching closer to yours. "..are you sure?" he asks once more when you nod your head slowly. "well we've been dating for almost a year.. don't you think it's about time?" you point out, feeling more confident in the situation.

bokuto gulps nervously, but at the same time, he can't help but feel 2x more aroused than earlier. "are you sure?" he asks once again, he just has to make sure you're serious. "i'm sure dummy!" you giggle, smiling softly at his check-up.

"do.. we have condoms?" he thinks out loud. "yes, i bought some the other day. i knew you were gonna win the match so.. i just wanted to be prepared." you say nonchalantly, rolling over to the nightstand and pulling out an unopened box of condoms.

he could bust a nut at your preplanning right now. he grabs the condoms from you, but before he opens one he looks at you one more. his eyebrows are furrowed lightly, although he's hornier than ever before and wants to fuck his adorable little girlfriend so bad, your needs and wants still to come first.

seeing your intentness, he finally rips open the condom. his heart is pounding so fast, his trembling hands trying to fish the lubed condom out of the seal. once he finally gets it out, he strokes his cock unconsciouslly a few times before he rolls the condom on.

bokuto shuffles towards you, his hips pressing against your inner thighs. with a final look at you, he pushes the tip in everso slowly.

his head snaps back up to you, his heart breaking at your pained cries. his cock is big, he wishes it wouldn't hurt for you. he inches his cock in little by little, trying to shake off his own body trembling with every inch that slides into your tight walls.

he feels like he's being suffocated, being hugged so tightly from within he thinks he's gonna pass out. he only breathes out when he bottoms out fully, letting out a huge sigh of relief when he feels your pussy contracting and tightening around his full length.

bokuto reaches a hand down to your own, bringing it up to place a gentle kiss on the back of your palm. you bring your hand up to his nape, bringing him down to embrace him into a kiss.

with that, he slowly rocks his hips into yours, inhaling deeply into the passionate kiss he shares with you. bokuto pulls away with a low groan, his forehead resting against yours when he slides himself back into you.

he reaches a hand underneath your bra, fondling the soft flesh with shaky hands. bokuto rests his head in the crook of your neck, suckling and biting onto the delicate flesh, leaving marks that have his cock throbbing within you.

before the two of you can even comprehend, the both of you are humping against each other like dogs in heat. your hands scratch and pull at the skin of bokuto's broad back, feeling every bone and strong muscle underneath your finger tips. "fuck- you feel so good, y/n." he rasps out, pulling away from your embrace to plant his hand beside your head, looking down at you drunkingly.

he can't even think straight, he clenches his eyes closed with every pulse of your pussy does around his cock. his hips slam into yours, desperately chasing his release.

when he opens his eyes, he almost cums at the way you play with your own boobs with one hand, and your clit with another. "you're so-so sexy, s-shit, i'm gonna cum y/n-", he barely chokes out, his free hand comimg to grab and grope at your body.

"m-me too kou!" you moan out, your mouth agape with a loud moan as another orgasm washes over you, toes curling tightly as you enter cloud nine. "o-oh f-uck!" he manages to say before he's finally spilling his release inside the condom, his hips pathetically humping and grinding against yours like some dog.

bokuto is left loudly gasping and huffing for air, his orgasm leaving him trembling and weak. he barely as any strength left when he pulls his limp cock out of your sensitive walls, falling over to the side of you.

you hum contently, still out of breath nonetheless. he comes to rest his head against your neck, purring like a cat when your hands come to scratch his broad back.

how amazing.

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[whenikissedthegiyuu]

Kinktober 2024

Scratching w/ Bokuto Koutarou

me: 300-400 words is good so i can be consistent with the posts, right? also me: writes 1.1k words and posts it a day late

18+ mdni. fem!reader, smut, some fluff, scratching (duh), masochism, nipple play, bokuto is a biter hc, hair pulling, sex (p in v), missionary position, breeding kink if you squint real hard, pet names (my girl, baby, doll, baby girl), mentions of masturbation (f), my first attempt at 2nd pov BE NICE

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He could smell the coffee before he was truly awake. Bokuto stirred in bed, his hand instinctively darting to the other side of the bed. He groaned when he didn’t find your warm body beside his, despite knowing you must be in the kitchen making breakfast.

He closed his eyes tightly when he tried to open them but the sunlight that poured in from the open curtains. He turned around and laid on his stomach, his nose burying into your pillow to inhale your scent as he tried to fall back asleep.

Footsteps reached his ears. He opened his eyes to see you walking back into the bedroom with coffee in hand, a low growl escaping him when he saw you were only wearing panties. The sound made you dart your eyes to your boyfriend.

“Did I wake you?” You asked him as you sat down on your side of the bed and ran your fingers through his hair.

He shook his head, grabbing your mug to place it carefully on the nightstand before grabbing your waist and pulling you down with him. “Missed my girl.” He grinned at your laughter filling the room as his long limbs circled you and pulled you close.

His nose was buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling scent as his hand snuck over your breast. “Kou,” You tried to protest, which came out more as a moan when he gently circled his thumb around your nipple. It immediately hardened, then he switched over to the other one to repeat the teasing motions. Your hand came up to grab his wrist, nails digging into his skin as he finally brushed his fingers over your nipples. He hissed near your ear and his cock hardened at the painful feeling around his wrist.

He pushed you to lay down on the bed and climbed on top of you. He wasted no time taking a nipple in his mouth. His hand lowered between your legs, already feeling a wet patch in your panties.

“I’ve barely touched you, baby.” He murmured against your skin as his lips moved to press open mouthed kisses to the valley between your breasts. Both his hands came up to grab them, his fingers pinching and rubbing your nipples between them.

“I…” Your back arched up toward his touch with a gasp, hands coming up to tangle in his messy hair. “I tried touching myself to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t finish.”

His dick could not be any harder. “Should’ve woke me up. I would’ve fingered this pretty pussy for you.” A broken moan left him when you tightened your grip on his hair and tugged him up to kiss you.

He was going to take his time with you, leave a trail of kisses down your body until his face was between your legs and he ate you out for hours. But the way your nails dug into his skin and your fingers tugged at his hair, it was making him grow desperate to be inside you again. He would take it slow next time.

The two of you had a long night, fucking against the front door the moment you arrived from his game which he scored the winning point, then the living room, then the kitchen when you took a break to drink water, and finally collapsed on the bed. It was a surprise both you and Bokuto still had energy.

A high pitched moan left you when he pressed the underside of his cock against your folds. You had no clue when he even took his underwear off, or pushed yours aside, but you didn’t care as your head fell back against the pillows, breaking the kiss. He moved on immediately to your neck, switching between leaving open mouthed kisses and sucking the skin into his mouth, teeth nibbling until he left marks all over your throat.

Your hands wrapped around him as he coated his dick in your slick. Your nails dug into his back each time his tip brushed over your swollen clit.

“So sensitive, doll.” He taunted, as if he wasn’t struggling to focus so he wouldn’t finish just from grinding against you. He could probably stay still and coat your thighs with his cum if you just kept holding onto him, if you just kept fucking digging your nails into him until you drew blood.

He had no idea he was a masochist until the previous night, when you lost your grip and accidentally scratched his shoulder as he fucked you against the wall. He was already close, but the pain mixed with the pleasure of your walls squeezing him pushed him over the edge embarrassingly quickly. He usually was the one who left bites and hickeys all over your neck and tits, and half moon marks on your hips from holding you too tight.

Again, he had to take a deep breath and hold back from coming immediately when he pushed into you. Your legs trembled around his hips and your nails raked down his back as he pushed inch by inch into you.

He let you pull him even closer when he pulled almost completely out, only the head inside, then slammed right back into your cunt, he leaned down until your hardened nipples were rubbing against his chest with each thrust. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, his breath making goosebumps appear in your skin. He reached between you, his fingers finding your clit easily, trying to push you toward your orgasm first.

It was a lost cause. He started fucking harder into you, your nails dragged over his back and sides. He couldn’t help but imagine the faces of his teammates when he took off his shirt in the locker room the next day and had marks all over his back– your marks. He lifted his head just enough to look into your eyes, not even a second later you felt ropes and ropes of his cum coating your walls, painting them white.

He grunted at the overstimulation and pulled out. You watched him as he sat up between your legs, his eyes focused on his cum leaking out of you. His thumb was still rubbing your clit, determined to push you over the edge. Your eyes caught the mirror in the corner of your room, you gasped loudly and sat up when you saw his back.

“Kou!” You pushed his hands off you and knelt on the bed to look over his shoulder. Sure enough, his back was full of red lines, and one seemed to have gone deep enough to draw a drop of blood. A single drop of blood, tiny enough that you wouldn’t even notice if you weren’t staring so intensely, but your cheeks still heated up with embarrassment. “Baby, I’m so–“

You were on your back before you could even finish your apology, your boyfriend between your legs and fully hard against your thigh again.

“The only thing you should be sorry about was that you didn’t make me bleed enough. Now lay down and let me make you cum.” Shocked at the sudden deep tone and the hand grabbing your face, fingers digging into your cheeks, you had no response other than a single nod. “That’s my good girl.”

[akira-shima]

Teru Minamoto x reader

Note: f!reader's personality is like kanao from demon slayer. She isn't really sure about her feelings tho, due to her parents always choosing what to do about her life, engaging her since a young age. She has her full attention to her duties as told by her parents. Therefore, she needs someone to tell her what to do most of the time.

- contains fluff and teeny tiny angst at the start

- caring Teru mentioned

Enjoy~ 🌸💗💖🌷

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You've both known each other since childhood. How? Both of you belong from an exorcist family. 'To bring two well known exorcist clans together' is what your family said and engaged you to the eldest son of the minamoto clan, Teru Minamoto.

You both are not much different surprisingly, mostly focusing on your duties as an exorcist. The marriage thing didn't affect you much because you knew you can never win against your parents, you just accept your fate.

The more time you spend with teru the more you both understood each other on deeper levels, now that you're both 2nd years at Kamome academy it's harder for you to communicate at school. He's always busy with student council stuff or dealing with his fangirls. Not that you mind, you're focused on exorcist work like your family told you to do. 'There's no time for love'

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You let out a soft grunt of pain as you got pinned to a wall forcely by Teru who's staring you down. You just wanted visit him after he was injured badly in the Far Shore saving Kou, which you during that moment, without second thought jumped to action, making you also injured. This was highly unlikely of you but you're still an exorcist after all and you care alot about Kou.

He was helding your hands on top of your head, pinning you more on the wall.

"What did I tell you..?" He asked harshly, seeming agitated yet concerned.

Your eyes widened in shock, letting out a small gasp, "what..."

His glare doesn't soften as he tightens his grip on your wrist, "Don't act so dumbfounded. You know exactly what I'm talking about." He's angry. You can tell by his tone, glare but also his firm grip on your wrists.

"I'm just doing my job as an exorcist..."

He scoffs, not amused. "Your job as an exorcist is also to be careful. Not running in recklessly without thinking!"

His firmness doesn't soften, he's too angry with you for your own "reckless" action. He's not wrong though..even tho you're an exorcist you take absolutely no care of yourself. And he's 100% sure you were so focused on your duties you didn't even check your wound from earlier.

"...I won't do it again..." You look away hoping he would let go off your wrists already, it was painful but bearable. You realise how your actions were indeed reckless but you didn't want to agrue with him because he was right.

"Yeah right."

He huffed before he finally let go of your wrists, still seemed pissed. He sighed before his tone soften, knowing that you are still injured as well. He spoke a bit softer this time.

"..You need to get treated now. Come on."

He holds your hand tightly as he led you to a room. Once the both of you entered the room, he closed the door behind and let go of your hand before walking over to a drawer.

As he was looking through the drawer, he spoke, "Sit down."

Silently obeying him, you sat down slowly rolling down your socks to expose the cut on your leg. He looked over, seeing the cut as he closed the drawer and walked over, sitting down infront of you. Grabbing a small towel, a cloth and bottle filled with liquid from the nearby table he gave you a quick look and spoke, "..This might sting a bit. But I need to clean the wound."

"Ok..." you observed as he started treating the cut, flinching and hissing in between. He stayed silent other than the occasional glance at you whenever you hissed in pain, but he continues to focus on cleaning the wound with the cloth.

After he was done, he grabbed the bottle of liquid, pouring a bit on the towel. "..This will sting. Try to stay still as possible."

Feeling the stinging sensation, you close your eyes shut, a bead of tear coming out of one of your eyes. He took notice of the tear before he gently wiped some of the tear away with his finger.

"..Almost done."

He spoke softly as he continued using the towel on the wound. He's more softspoken when it's about you.

"..."

"I'll be more careful next time..." He stopped as he was wrapping your leg in bandages, his demeanor softened greatly as he looked at you with a soft smile. "You better. I'll make sure of that."

He spoke softly, no longer holding onto anger. He looked quite tired, the expression on his face showing that he didn't get much sleep. Was he that worried about you?

"K.." as he bandaged the cut you stared at his hair and had a sudden urge to run your fingers through it. It looked soft and fluffy, you've always wondered how it felt even as a kid. And so, your hand unconsciously moved on its own, lost in your thoughts, to ruffle his hair gently. His breath hitched as you suddenly moved your hand to ruffle his hair gently, his eyes widen before he quickly grabbed your wrist to stop.

He stared at you, his expression seemed stunned. Surprised that you would do that, but he was also flustered from the unexpected action. "Ah- sorry...I didn't realise..." He let go of your wrist, his cheeks a bit flushed as he averted his gaze. He seems flustered, trying to remain his composure.

"..Don't apologize.. I just...didn't expect that."

The last part was quiet, almost sounding like a murmur as he still tried to avoid looking directly at you.

"..."

He finally finished bandaging your cut after a few awkward seconds. "Thank you.."

Taking a glance at the bandaged cut, he seemed satisfied that it was done well. "Mhm..just don't try to do anything reckless."

He still looked a bit tired,letting out a quiet sigh, he got up from the floor and sat down on the bed nearby. "Do you want to sleep? You look tired, you haven't rested ever since we returned from the far shore..."

Teru was about to protest, before he let out another sigh as he nodded in agreement.

"Yeah..I haven't had a proper sleep in days.."

"...that's relatable"

He looked at you, noticing your expression before patting on the bed beside him, signalling you to come beside him.

"..."

Glancing at the space he patted, you slowly crawled towards it and lay down. He watched you as you sat down on the bed before he lay down next to you, resting his head on the pillow. He closed his eyes as he let out a tired sigh, before he looked at you through half-lidded eyes.

After staring at the ceiling for a while, you close your eyes and finally doze off.

As you laid down and closed your eyes, he looked at you for a while before silently shifting closer to you. Carefully pulling you gently to him, his arms wrapping around you before he rested his chin atop your head.He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of you against him. His expression softened as he held you close, feeling relieved.

It was silence for a moment, before Teru spoke in a soft whisper,

"Idiot..don't you ever scare me like that again.."

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[slayfics]

so uhmm what if like muichiro x reader and like the reader keeps getting like hit on and like the reader is uncomfortable and muichiro like conforts the person who is hitting on the reader and drags her away?

Muichiro becomes upset when other Demon Slayers hit on you.

"Come on, just give me a chance," The demon slayer pressed further. A fellow demon slayer was pressing you to go out on a date with him.

“I'm flattered really, but I'm sorry I have to decline," You stated for the second time, beginning to feel uncomfortable now.

"I'll take you anywhere you want though!" He pleaded.

"She said no," an icy voice came from the distance as another approached. "Do you really need to hear it for the third time?" it asked.

You turned to see Muichiro who was now beside you staring daggers at the other demon slayer. If looks could kill this demon slayer would definitely be dead.

"I-I m-my ap-apologies!" The demon slayer yelped and quickly turned to run away knowing better than to quarrel with a Hashira. 

Muichiro let out a big sigh, "That's the second time this week a corp member has taken interest in you."

Your cheeks flushed at the Hashira's observation, "I suppose it is." 

"Why can't they just focus on their missions," Muichrio expressed with a flash of anger in his eyes.

"I'm sorry I don't mean to create complications on our missions," You said looking down at the floor.

"You don't need to apologize! It's them that need to keep focused on battling demons. I just wish there was a way I could help. I know how uncomfortable it makes you," Muichiro said, tilting your head to look up at him. "Please don't stare at the ground, you deserve to hold your head up high always."

"I suppose they would leave me alone if they thought I already had a boyfriend," you mused.

"Tell them that then."

"I'm a terrible liar though," you said, laughing nervously.

"So then don't lie," Muichiro said and turned his gaze to look past you, nervous to take in your expression.

"I'm sorry I don't understand?" You said tilting your head to the side and studying Muichiro’s expression. He suddenly had a nervousness to him that you hadn't seen before. It was a vast contrast to his usual stoic expression.

"Well, just don't lie when you say it... if you want.." He said, still looking past you, refusing to make eye contact. 

"Tokito- are you... asking to be my boyfriend?" You said fumbling the words on the way out. You must have been misunderstanding. There was no way the Hashira could be asking what you thought. 

Muichiro responded by nodding his head swiftly, too nervous to speak.

Overwhelmed by emotion you wrapped your arms around the Hashira, "Do you really mean that?" You asked, face buried in the warmth of his chest.

Muichiro wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tight, "Yes, I would be honored." He spoke and you felt the words rumble in his chest. 

"The honor is mine," you said, barely fighting back tears of happiness. "Muichiro Tokito, my boyfriend... this doesn't feel real."

Muichiro gently kissed the top of your head, "Mhm, and you make sure to tell anyone who gives you a hard time again." 

Thank you for the request! I loved this idea! I hope you enjoy it~

Tags~

@aeolia18 @yandere-kou @sakurasunkiss @hashiroses @plvuii @snowmist-hashira

[mari-lair]

This spiraled out of control so I apologize in advance if you wanted something goofy, I must hit you with a brief analysis of Hanako's gender bend chapter before we get to the silly headcanons.

(heads up: I'll refer to girl Hanako as 'he' since he didn't seem bothered by Nene calling his girl form 'Hanako-kun', but if there are any hints I missed that genderbend Hanako prefers to use she/her I'll correct the pronouns.)

When Hanako is turned into a girl he lists things that only girls can do, and the chapter ends with him trying to seduce Kou, so that's something Hanako would consider off-limits normally.

Hanako's reaction reflects that, clearly flustered considering his heavy blush, but also unsure. Sweating. Out of his comfort zone.

It's interesting, cause being touchy and flirty is Hanako's comfort zone, he tends to exude a playful energy even when he barely knows the person: Be it girls or boys.

Yet flirting with Kou made him nervous?

Yes, because he isn't being touchy in a playfull way, he is explicitly tying his clinginess to the idea of attraction here, something he only ever does with girls. All his pervert gags are about girls, the idea he can be attracted to guys in that way is something he seemingly doesn't think about. Or if he does, he doesn't allow himself to express it.

Not as Hanako-kun, the boy, anyways.

I have never seen Hanako jump into someone's arms until he was turned into a girl. Even with Kou, he does his usual "I'll hug you from behind, sit on your shoulders, hug you from above, have you in my hold." approach to get his attention, which is a less stereotypical feminine way of being clingy than jumping in someone's arms.

So Hanako, who has somewhat of a 1960 mentality, seems to only let himself explicitly flirt with a guy when he hides behind a girly persona.

Just like he hides his vulnerability with a playful persona because a part of him genuinely loves teasing and being mischievous, he genuinely enjoys being a girl and doing things "only girls can do".

Dressing up is something he claims to not personally like, that he is 'just kidding', or that it isn't his really for him, but his behavior contradicts that. He wants to show off his new hairstyle with a big smile and a blush, not showing any distress at the gender or wardrope change.

He likely thought about styling up way before his girl transformation, considering we see him be "playful" in chapter 30, wanting Nene to paint his nails.

Maybe he wants to be cute? Cause "Cute" is a word girl Hanako uses a lot in the spin-off. He is constantly asking for reassurance that he is cute. And it is implied that what caught his attention and convinced him to let Nene dress him up was her saying it would make him 'cute'.

He wants to be a cute girl.

Not a sexy girl.

What does he always use to tease Kou? Indecent and lewd comments. He has a pervy humor that he didn't lose as a girl.

But despite the golden opportunity, it doesn't even cross his mind to tease Kou. He just asks Kou if he is cute, something that is personally important to Hanako.

The vastly different vibes between how he asks his dear assistant if he is cute (confident, excited, playful enough to go 'teehee') and how he asks the kid (nervous, flustered, dialogue full of '...' in it) is why I believe that on top of wanting the reassurance that he is a cute girl, Hanako also genuinely wants Kou to be attracted to his girl form.

He gets emo that he isn't Kou's type, not that he isn't cute. He explicitly says "I got rejected" So he was, even if subconsciously, serious in his seduction attempt.

Hanako is attached to Kou, but when he is a boy we don't get any heavy hints that Hanako wants to be seen as desirable by him. If he thought about flirting with Kou as a boy, (He sure was eager to jump in Kou's arms and play with his hair?? He play with Kou's hair! Wow...) he didn't show.

The closest we get is the promo art where Kou and Hanako are looking as far away from each other as possible and shifting in place, restless (either from anxiety or excitement). This is only noteworthy cause it is the first Valentine's Day art Aidairo posted.

And the way Hanako blushes, with little hearts, at the idea of biting Kou when he is zombified. (amyythestarry2's post was what made me aware of this scene, link: Here.)

If there are more moments I forgot, please let me know! But regardless of how he perceives Kou, we can say gender has an effect on how Hanako interacts with people. So it's hard to have a solid idea of how he would react if Kou turned into a girl.

You did ask for my opinion on it though, so below are my favorite headcanons!

I am a firm believer that Kou would not be a very feminine girl. He has a complex from getting the "mom role" at home and he wants to be "dependable, strong, and manly" so he would try to be as brash, 'tough', and boyish, as usual, occasionally switching to being self-conscious and mortified.

I can't see him wanting to wear dresses to fit his girl body, considering Mitsuba's loud displeasure didn't make him even consider taking his earring off and Kou isn't super into conforming anyways, he climb rooftops and scream at "air" so much he has a reputation in school, so it all boils down to personal preference and this official art shows how uncomfortable Kou looks compared to Hanako in a skirt/dress (is Kou crying here?? help-)

Just cause Kou isn't being cute doesn't change that being gender-bend would destroy the "Kou is a boy, and boys don't flirt with boys" box Hanako had trapped himself in.

For as much as Kou will express that he still wants to be treated as a boy, and Hanako doesn't make fun of things the kid is genuinely bothered by unprompted, it's... hard to pretend nothing has changed.

Baggy uniforms aside, Kou being a girl is still super feminine compared to usual, when Hanako playfully pokes Kou's cheek, he'll notice it's rounder now, he'll play with his longer hair with curiosity, and a tiny blush, notices Kou may still swing his raiteijou like a fighter but he got delicate hands now (we both know how different girls and boys hands are drawn in this manga, and Hanako like hands iughuyg) he got boobs too, Hanako is a 1960s pre-teen in his approach to attraction/sexuality, he will not be able to stay chill if girl Kou put him in a headlock for saying some dumb shit.

So Hanako goes in full '??' and '!!!' mode while trying to act normal, until he hits the same conclusion of "Wait, why am I panicking? I can flirt with the kid now! I can flirt with girls!!" and hides behind his playful persona to the max.

And since flirting with girls is something he is more used to, he will be more confused by how he feels when he wraps his arms around Kou in this new context, but also less nervous. Kou doesn't really take him too seriously though. "hanako is being clingy and playful and annoying." kind of dismissal.

When Nene shows up and tells Kou he should wear a girl's uniform, Kou will eventually cave in, cause he can't say no to Nene when she is genuinely so happy and eager to dress him up! He is more awkward and shy in a dress, his caring side also shine with Nene.

Kou is super sweet with Nene, when she cries that Kou has slender legs as a girl, Kou will reassure her that Nene is the one super cute.

That's the kind of girl Hanako likes on a very superficial level: feminine girls. Sweet girls.

And he already likes Kou as a boy, so this mix of different attractions to his caring side and his boyish attitude will make him want to explode. Hanako is full on ba-dum ba-dum mode and he have no idea what to do about it.

Think of this scene where Nene dresses up and the change in her appearance flusters him so much he gets overwhelmed and confused. He doesn't know what to do when he thinks she is being cuter than normal, so he defaults to making fun of her with something he finds attractive (her chunky legs) but knows she personally hates it.

Any confusion that comes with being flustered would increase tenfold with Kou cause he is aware Kou looks like a cute girl but he is not? Like he is, currently, but he is also attracted to Kou's normal attitude? His wide smiles, his goofy attitude, is all the same, and he always found it kind of endearing before, but is so cute now?? Attractive??

So what does he do? Act like an asshole to protect himself, just poke at his insecurities to hide how much Kou affects him, only to go to far and feel awful about it when Kou is visibly upset by it.

it would be one messy event.

[cottonlemonade]

Happy Valentines

word count: 860 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-timeskip Bokuto x chubby!Reader

genre: smut, established relationship

warning: mdni, nsfw

Bokuto was standing at the stove, stirring the sauce he had been diligently working on when you came home.

“What are you doing here?”, you squeaked, dropping your bag and jacket on the floor and ran over for an ecstatic hug and a kiss.

“Came home early this morning. I figured I’d treat my love to a nice early dinner, so we have enough energy for what I plan on doing with you later.” He gave you a playful wink.

You only smiled widely and took a breath of the bubbling goodness he was simmering down, your heart melting as you spotted the huge bouquet of your favorite flowers already sitting in a vase on the counter.

When you started dating two years ago, Bokuto had made it his mission to at least learn (and perfect) your most favorite dishes.

“It smells amazing, babe.”

“Why thank you.”

For a moment you just watched him grate some cheese and had to swallow at the sight of him, the veins and muscles in his arms and the concentrated look in his eyes. Three weeks he had been away for a training camp in America with the team. Three long weeks in which you had both been growing steadily more needy for the other’s touch.

When he added a splash of red wine to a pan with onions you had enough.

Snaking your arms around his waist from behind you said quietly between his shoulders, “You’re so hot when you cook.”

You could feel the grin on his face as he turned around, “Oh yeah?”

He leaned down to catch your lips.

The kiss was supposed to be quick and loving, but you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt and he automatically opened his mouth a little wider to deepen the kiss.

Catching his bottom lip softly between your teeth, you ran your hands through his hair.

He felt you groping around for something beside his hip and broke away.

“What are you doing?”, he asked, breathing heavily.

“Turning off the stove.”

“Why?”

“So you can fuck me. Please…”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pressed you against the kitchen counter and groaned when you pushed your body against him.

For a couple of long desperate moments you stood in the kitchen, trying to touch as much of the other as possible. His hands wandered from your full hips to grab handfuls of your ass, then your breasts. When he pushed his thigh between your legs and you gasped he almost lost his mind. God, how much he had missed you.

“Baby, I’m so hard, please let’s go.”

Almost running to your room, he already took off his shirt and started to work on the zipper of his jeans.

In his haste he threw you on the bed, causing your dress to ride up and expose the cute cotton panties underneath. His eyes darkened when he saw how drenched the fabric was already and crawled on top, ready to devour you.

This was not a time for teasing, he just needed to be inside you. Impatient fingers unbuttoning the top of your dress, he yanked at the cups of your bra to put his lips around your nipples. He’d always wanted to ravage you in this dress. With your soaked panties simply pulled to the side he quickly pushed a finger into you, swearing softly against your skin when he felt no resistance at all.

You were so very wet just for him.

After a few pumps he added a second and finally a third finger, loving your soft cries and how you pulled his hair. His hand trapped between your plush thighs he sucked a hickey between your breasts.

“I need you, Kou. Enough… please… I need to feel you...”

You fumbled for a condom in the bedside table and helped him put it on before he finally sank into you.

All the pent up lust you two had felt while you were apart fueled your movements. The room was filled with panting and moans.

Urging him to go faster, you clenched deliciously around his length.

He filled you up so completely…

You threw her head back, covering your mouth with your hand.

“No, baby, moan for me. Come on, let me hear you.”

“Make me.”, you gasped and his thrusts became a little slower but much much deeper, his hand sneaking between your legs.

Bokuto’s eyes glazed over when you called his name.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum!”

“Yes… nnngh… cum with me, Kou.”, you sounded so sweet, so… deprived. As if you would die if he didn’t give you what you wanted. He increased the pressure between your legs and the speed of his movements.

You clung to him, legs around his waist, fingers digging into his shoulder, teeth grazing his skin trying to muffle your climax.

With a final long grunt he relished in his release, collapsing on top of you - blindly, weakly kissing the crook of your neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day…”, he muttered, then joined in your giggling.

art: from the manhwa the villainess reverses the hourglass

[clare-875]

Burnt Scarlet (Sugawara x Reader)

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Pairing: Sugawara x Reader Summary: You make Sugawara flustered. Warnings: fluff Note: The above image does NOT belong to me [Haikyuu Masterlist]

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Sugawara wondered if there was ever going to be a sight that could top the one in front of him now. Then he stopped himself and ripped himself free of that thought; because it was stupid. There would never be anything as beautiful, anything as captivating, anything as perfect as you. You. You dressed in a flowy summer dress, the gentle breeze making your hair shine beneath the golden sun; You smiling up at him lips curved upwards and painted ruby red; You and your radiant eyes looking only to him. His heart pounds against his chest, he feels the heat rise in his face, and before he knows it he's facing away from you. You, confused at the sight of him turning away so abruptly look up to him through your eyelashes in confusion just as Sugawara tries to find the courage to look at you once more. His mistake. He tries to hide his face but he feels it, the burn of scarlet that paints his expression.

"Kou, you okay?"

He flusters more at the sound of your sweet voice calling his name, a tinge of worry within the midst of your words; all for him. "Y-yeah, I'm fine." You frown slightly at the sight of him still unturning from where he stood and wonder just what had gotten into him. But you decide to take things into your own hands, literally. You grab him by his right wrist holding it gently but surely and drag him forward towards town where the two of you were going to hang out for the day. "Good, then let's get going!" You smile encouragingly at the man who looks up, eyes widening at the sight of you once more. The sight of your glimmering smile, the adoration etched in your eyes and upon your face. The scarlet remains in place but he finds himself nodding as though in a trance, he would later beat himself up for not complimenting the beautiful outfit you put together; all for him.

"Oh my gosh Kou, look!" He turns at the excitement that laced your tone, the urgency in your hold as you pull him towards a section of the store seemingly covered with all things cute and fluffy. The both of you were now at a mall and had been wandering the isles for several moments. He looked down at your hold. Within it were two matching keychains, almost identical to each other albeit the difference in colour of the ribbon that adorned the small plush attached. "We could be matching!" Your voice is light and bright, and your eyes are filled with joy. Sugawara finds himself nodding before he even registers the words coming out of your mouth. He feels the churn of his heart against his chest, the burning feeling of his face. You would be the death of him. "Yeah, I'll go buy them for us."

His grasp is quick and he takes the keychains from your hold with ease and a swiftness you could not rebuke before he rushes for the cashier who looks up surprised at their determined customer. You look up blankly at his sudden absence and his almost instinctual agreement to buy what you had suggested. Sugawara feels himself flush at his blatant show of weakness to you, but then he is blessed with your airy laugh and a soft hand on his shoulder. "I could've got that you know." He feels the burning of scarlet once more uptake his features as he looks at your hands that gently take one of the keychains he had brought, securing it to your phone. "I-I know," Sugawara murmurs, before taking his own keychain and securing it to his own device. You grin at his obvious shyness grabbing his hand in your hold again as Sugawara feels himself come to life at just your touch. "Let's go!"

The next moment the two of you are at a movie theatre watching a horror movie you should've known would never be good. Although Sugawara feels the shiver down his spine at the scary flux of events on the screen he is almost content just by the tight hold you have on his arm. He feels the warmth of your skin against his, the softness of hair as you basically hug to death his right limb. He knows he should be terrified by the gruelling images in front of him, but instead, he feels like he's in heaven when he looks down on you. The pride he feels that you trust him to look after you even when you're not in any danger is immeasurable. He tries to ease your tension with a teasing comment, "It's not real you know," but then you look up to him glossy eyes and all, a heavy pout on your lips. "But it looks so real." The burn reaches his face again as he notices the proximity of you before you turn back to the screen letting out a muffled yell, oblivious to his mess of emotions.

After the movie he holds your hand in his and fights away the flush of his face to try to put you to comfort; ice cream usually does the trick. He pats your head gently as you sit down at a table and he says he'll be back with your treats soon. You smile up at him gratefully and Sugawara again has to hide his face just so you don't notice the ease of influence you have over him. He tries to be quick, easily having memorised your favourite, now picking out his own. As he waits for his order, his gaze moves fully to you once more. He wonders how he ever got so lucky to learn that his long-term crush felt the same way. He wonders how he ever got so lucky to get a girl as beautiful and perfect as you. His mind wonders only to be awoken by your hand waving to him. He looks up, lost in your gaze as he tries to wave back only to see you laugh. "No, Kou, the ice-creams!" He turns abruptly to see that the cashier has been waiting with his order for several moments now. He feels the burn of scarlet as he quickly apologises and pays before rushing back to you.

He feels the heavy torment of your gaze upon him as he sits down in front of you, but you merely smile and gather the cool treat in your hands thanking the man. "What were you thinking about?" He looks up meeting your wondering gaze, the questioning tilt of your head as he rushes to reply. "W-what?" You laugh breathlessly before shaking your head. "Seriously though, you've been acting strange all day, is something wrong?" Your mind paces through the events of your date, at each moment you tried to catch his eyes he would face away, at every touch you felt his grip tighten slightly and felt the growing warmth of his skin. Sugawara sees the crease between your eyebrows and panic now rushes through him at the sight of your worry for him, now beating himself up for being so distracted, just by your presence. "N-no, I'm sorry you're just- you're just so beautiful today and-" He struggles to strangle together a response and you watch the fight as amusement now lingers at the sight of his flustered state. You lean forward and Sugawara barely has the time to stop his rambling before you surprise him with a soft kiss to his lips.

"Koushi, you do realise we've been dating for six months now."

The burnt scarlet upon his face only grows. 

[hatsukeii]

fragrance: sailing day, replica / bokuto koutaro x reader

notes: aquatic accord (top), coriander (heart), red seaweed (base)

description: waves colliding with the hull of a boat, hair slicked beneath a blanket of seawater

disclaimer(s): pricey for what it offers

wc: 1613

warning(s): nothing!!! so so safe with me again today!!!

Your back arches against the railing of a sailboat, elbows propping you up against the cool metal as you breathe in the salty ocean. The rest of Fukurodani's volleyball team had retreated back into the beach house, washing away the sand and sea from their skin following a day of splashing around on the shore. Clad in nothing but a thin shirt and board shorts, you shiver at the night breeze that whirs past, whistling as it breaks the silence of the starry sky above. You breathe in again, yet the air no longer smells like salt, replaced by the stinging notes of mint and men.

"Kou, I swear can smell you from eight feet away."

Bokuto beams, a toothy grin plastered on his face as he descends the steps to the deck of the sailboat. His waist settles on the spot beside your own on the railing, hands going behind to press against the body of the boat. The rising tide sends waves crashing into the hull, and fine droplets of seawater tickle the tips of his fingers as he stares into the sky with you.

"Is my deodorant that strong, my beloved manager?"

"Yes, sweets. It's Axe deodorant, of course it's strong. What are you doing out here anyways? Won't they notice you're gone?"

Inching closer, his shoulder grazes against your own as he glances at you, hair still damp and droopy from his shower. You don't move away, relishing in the warmth of his contact.

"Out here trying to find you! They'll be fine in there without me anyways, so what if they notice?"

You chuckle, running your fingers through his wet hair as you ruffle his short strands, and droplets of water fling out at you. For somebody as boisterous and spontaneous as Bokuto, it's a miracle his teammates haven't figured the two of you out yet. Not the fleeting glances between you two when he's off court, nor the circles you absent-mindedly press into his shoulder blades after every match, not even the way he tosses you his water bottle for you to drink out of whenever you mention being thirsty.

"Your hair's still wet, and it's windy out here. You're going to get sick if you don't dry it off properly, Kou."

"Well, you're drying it for me like this now, so it's all good!"

Bokuto's hands come up from the hull of the boat to grab your own at the top of his head, bringing it down in front of him just to lock his fingers between yours. He takes a look at the sea ahead of him, sterling moonlight shimmering against pitch black water. His head inches towards yours earnestly, the pungent scent of Axe deodorant amplifies by tenfold at your proximity.

"Wanna take a dip?"

"Wh- now? You're in your pajamas and all!"

"Yeah! It's just a t-shirt and shorts anyways, I have another set! Please?"

His head tilts, and you curse doe-eyed Bokuto for being this difficult to refuse. Behind the hull of the boat, ocean waves crash against metal alluringly, hidden away from the rest of Fukurodani on the other side of shore. In your head, just for a bit, you'll be out of sight and out of mind to the rest of the team, free to have whatever it is between you two to yourselves, uninterrupted and unnoticed. That's more than you could really ask for, so you nod, and Bokuto runs to lower the boat ladder into the water, pushing himself over the railing and onto the steps. One arm reaches into the deck, and you push off against the railing as he pulls you up and over, steadying you with his hand in yours.

He doesn't spare a second in jumping into the sea without a warning, yanking you down with him as you manage to take half a breath in, before you are almost six feet below the surface. The saltwater stings your eyes as you search for Bokuto's, his hand still in yours yet his face nowhere to be found. He begins kicking, returning to the air as you drag along. As the two of you take in hearty inhales of oxygen, breaths syncing up, another breeze comes along and sends shivers through your soaked bodies. You waddle towards Bokuto's blurry figure, who swipes a hand through his slicked hair, and leads you back to the ladder.

Grabbing onto its handle, the cool metal beneath his palm holds him steady as he finally stops kicking beaneath the water. His other hand pulls at you, tugging you towards him. A strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close enough to loll his head over your shoulder, and you turn your head towards him. nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. His hair, softened by the water, pokes at your cheeks gently, and the striking notes of mint from his deodorant mixes with hints of sea salt and seaweed to form an amalgamation of the ocean's embrace. You smile into his neck, and he feels it in the way your lips curl up against his skin.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this all day, away from the team." Bokuto's voice is velvet smooth, rid of the gruff tone that masks this version of him. This version of him who's a little warmer, and a little softer around the edges. Him, who follows you home after Friday night trainings, only to hold you wordlessly for hours as you fall asleep buried in his chest. Him, who beneath the fleeting glances, and shoulder rubs, and bottle sharing, waits impatiently every single day until the moment he can sit on a bench, or a couch, or a bed, and learn the details that make up who you are, over and over and over again until they become a part of him too.

"Feels nice, Kou. Feels really nice."

Bokuto pulls away, only for his lips to find your own, and you can taste the salt from your dive. Your hand comes up to hold his face, skin slick from the seawater, and your fingers rub and tug at his wet hair. Waves crash at your bodies against the ladder, swaying you left and right, and he pulls away, pearly moonlight illuminating his smitten smile and rosy cheeks.

"Hey, you two! We're doing game night, so hurry up and get back inside!"

Your heads shoot towards the sound of Akaashi yelling from the deck of the sailboat, and the two of you scramble to climb the ladder, twisting water from your shirts when you land on the wooden floor. Bokuto's head hangs low, too embarrassed to face his friend, whose hands sit on his hips as he watches him wipe a wet hand down his face. You look away from him, eyes training onto anything that is not Akaashi or Bokuto. Oh look! Isn't the moon so pretty tonight?

"I'll be right in, I just need to shower again, sorry."

Akaashi grins, giving Bokuto a knowing nudge on the shoulder with his fist. The kind of nudge that tells the two of you everything you need to know- that everybody else had already caught on, way ahead of time.

"There's no need to rush though, you guys take all the time you want out here, we can start knowing the two of you are off doing whatever it is-"

"We got it! We'll be in soon!"

author's note:

bokuto is such a cutie patootie:( i love him and his stupid emotional ass so much:( i was kinda stuck on how to write this because it was hard trying to make sure bokuto wasn't ooc but also was being really sweet because he's always just so like out there??? idk i was looking at other fics for inspo and he was always super loud and grand gestures and i wasn't really going for that so it was fun to try and incorporate his usual character into something more mellow like this!!

i swear if i keep writing about the ocean and beaches i might become a beach and ocean lover after a whole decade of swearing i hate it ermmmmmm

anyways tags!!

@chuuya-brainrot @fiannee @afyrian @starlysama @bailey-reeds @iiwaijime

ok love u guys see u soon bye bye

[sugawarassoulmate]

Hii there! I hope you don’t mind some requests?? I sent some of them before and they’re still my favorite 😭💗 so I wonder if you can write about that little fantasy I had for a while 👀 Like imagine Bokuto is home alone cause you’re out with your friends (girls night), and then you come back home being tipsy, saying how much you missed him this whole night 🥺 you lay on top of him, saying how you couldn’t stop thinking of him, and telling him what a great bf he is, so caring, so protective, how you never felt more loved in your whole life. He’s all flustered cause you’re really boosting his ego by praising him so much, but then you go for more, clinging to him, and worshiping him with the best blowjob he ever had. After that you say how much you love each other and you pass out quickly like I love u gnight ^^ and he’s like wow what was that I really should marry her :/

giving bo the best and sloppiest head of his life because he really does deserve it 🥹

words: 302 cw: fem!reader, oral (m receiving), alcohol, drunk reader, minors dni

he was so caught off guard when you stumbled into your shared room, slurring his praises of what a wonderful boyfriend he is. he was concerned with getting you to bed but you wouldn't listen, crawling on top of him and giving him kisses while you talked about how amazing and caring he is.

bokuto doesn't think he deserves all this attention—despite how much he loves all of it—but chooses not to overthink it when your pretty lips wrap around his cock. spit and precum cover his crotch and the tops of his thighs. "fuck, angel...s'too much," it takes all his willpower not to fuck your throat, not wanting to overwhelm you in your already inebriated state.

but you keep going, sucking him dry and worshipping his cock when you get the chance. "your cock is so big, kou. always makes me feel so good i gotta return the favor, yeah?"

bokuto ends up cumming in your mouth, his seed shooting down your throat until you're gagging from him. "s-sorry, fuck, i'm so sorry, baby."

but you're not upset, swallowing down the rest of bo's cum and resting against his thigh to catch your breath. bokuto takes a few seconds to collect his thoughts as well, his brain in a fog. "baby?" he calls out after a few seconds only to find you passed out against him, skin still flushed from the alcohol in your system.

he wanted to return the favor but he supposes he could do it in the morning. bokuto lays you down properly in bed and cleans you up before snuggling right next to you. all he can think about is what a good girl he has by his side. i need to marry her before someone else does, he ponders before drifting off to sleep.

©sugawarassoulmate 2022 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[xjulixred45x]

I need to ask from morbid curiosity mostly. I have heard of diabolic lovers mostly from top 10 unfortunately not good ones. What are your unadulterated thoughts on the brothers?

I have talked individually of Subaru and Reiji, and there is a post where i Say which Diaboy i HATE the most, but i Guess is therapeutic talk shit about them all :)

in order from oldest to youngest, not in order from worst to """best"""

Carla to me is practically a P3d0, and it's worse if we consider that canonically she likes Yui to call her "Onichan"🤮 and he's such a son of a bitch, he tortured her SO MUCH (along with Shin) that it made her think about COMMITTING SUICIDE. a scourge

Shin is the definition of Carla's lapdog, and since he has the power he feels comfortable mistreating everyone (but if they were stronger? He comes out with his tail between his legs) GOD THE SCENE WHERE HE MAKES YUI LICK HIS OWN BOOTS. just as bad as his brother. Only he's not a fetishist.

Shu just seems boring and bland to me, I'm sorry I can't say much about a character who literally does NOTHING. Her background is fine, but I think she was very wasted on a character in a bad story.

Reiji IS A SON OF A BITCH, he not only decided to kill his brother's friend BUT THE ENTIRE VILLAGE, OUT OF JEALOUSY, and on top of that kill his mother who wasn't even abusive (compared to the other two, she was quite loving). honestly an idiot.

Ayato is unbearable, I just can't stand him, he acts like a little child. apart from the fact that he is the one who objectifies Yui the most and who insults her the most along with Kou. without forgetting that he is considered the "hero" of the franchise😑

Kanato is all of the above combined in an amorphous and delusional mass in believing that he is the victim and that he is right in everything, being also a necrophiliac and cannibal, there is no need for me to say more.

Laito is, sadly, one of the best written in the entire franchise but at the same time he is a FIRST DAMN, he was the first to cause Yui's suicidal ideas, apart from the fact that HE IS a sex offender who should stay away from people .

Subaru is a hothead who gives me certain Incel vibes, he believes that all women are equal and that gives him the right to treat everyone like shit and be physically violent. Even if he has the most "justified" trauma next to Laito, it doesn't make him any less of a horrible person.

Ruki is simply a control freak who, since he is now a vampire, believes he is above everyone else and is honestly a second Reiji but with a cheap background. but he has my eternal hatred for the cat.

Yuma just doesn't catch my attention beyond his design and being just as aggressive as Subaru, he has literally beaten Yui to death in almost all of her endings. I don't like.

Kou is INSUFFERABLE and eager, not only for being so materialistic but for the way he messes with Yui's self-esteem makes my heart bleed.

Azusa is a MANIPULATOR, no matter who it hurts, he literally Guilt Trips Yui to make her hurt him! and then he cuts her! He might be the "Best" but he is still trash.

Kino is similar to Kanato in that he is spoiled and a horrible being at the same time, he has no consideration for those other than him and that makes him DESPICABLE ON HIS ROUTE, he literally killed a child in front of Yui so that he would not try to escape . it's bullshit.

Overall, I think that would be it. They're all trash, but different trash.

____

en orden de mayor a menor, no en orden de peor a """mejor"""

Carla para mi es prácticamente un P3d0, y es peor si consideramos que canónicamente le gusta que Yui le llame "Onichan"🤮 y es tan hijo de puta, la torturo TANTO(junto a Shin) que le hizo pensar en SUICIDARSE. una lacra.

Shin es la definición de perro faldero de Carla, y como tiene el poder se siente comodo con maltratar a todos(pero si fueran mas fuertes? el sale con la cola entre las patas)DIOS LA ESCENA EN LA QUE HACE QUE YUI LE LAMA LAS BOTAS. igual de malo que su hermano. solo que no es un fetichista.

Shu simplemente se me hace aburrido y soso, lo siento no puedo decir mucho de un personaje que literal no hace NADA. su trasfondo esta bien, pero creo que fue muy desaprovechada en un personaje en una mala historia.

Reiji ES UN HIJO DE PERRA, no solo decidio matar al amigo de su hermano SINO A TODA LA VILLA, Por CELOS, y encima de eso matar a su madre que nisiquiera era abusiva(en comparación a las otras dos, era bastante amorosa). sinceramente un imbécil.

Ayato es insoportable, simplemente no me lo puedo aguantar, actua como un niño pequeño. aparte de que es quien mas cosifica a Yui y de los que mas la insulta junto a Kou. sin olvidar que es considerado el "héroe" de la franquisia😑

Kanato es todos los anteriores combinados en una masa amorfa y delirante en creer que es la víctima y que tiene la razon en todo, siendo también un necrofilico y canibal, no hace falta que diga mas.

Laito es, tristemente, uno de los mejor escritos de toda la franquicia pero que al musmo tiempo es un MALDITO DE PRIMERA, fue el primero en causar las ideas suicidas de Yui, aparte de que ES un delincuente sexual que deberia manterse lejos de las personas.

Subaru es un hiracundo que me da ciertas vibras de Incel, cree que todas las mujeres son iguales y que eso le da el derecho a tratar como la mierda a todos y ser físicamente violento. aun si tiene el trauma mas "justificado" junto a Laito, no le hace menos de una persona horrible.

Ruki simplemente es un maniático del control que como ahora es un vampiro cree estar por arriba de los demas y sinceramente es un segundo Reiji pero con trasfondo barato. pero tiene mi odio eterno por lo del gato.

Yuma simplemente no me llama la atención mas alla de su diseño y ser igual de agresivo que Subaru, literalmente ha matado a Yui en casi todos sus finales a golpes. no me gusta.

Kou es INSUFRIBLE y con ganas, no solo por ser tan materialista sino por la forma ej la que se mete con el autoestima de Yui hace que me sangre el corazón.

Azusa es un MANIPULADOR, le duela a quien le duela, el literalmente le hace Guilt Triping a Yui para que lo lastime! y encima después la corta el!

Kino es similar a Kanato con lo de ser un mimado y un horrible ser al mismo tiempo, no tiene consideración por quienes no sean el y eso lo hace alguien DESPRECIABLE EN SU RUTA, literalmente mato a un niño enfrente de Yui para que no intentara escapar. es una mierda.

en general, creo que eso sería todo. Todos son basura, pero diferente basura.

[callmeklair]

I read your post about Ayato overhype and I 200% agree with you and appreciate you for writing it. I also read that other person's Ayato analysis and I just gotta say that that cursed fig defense is so dumb. First off that shit wasn't a thing when More Blood came out. It's not mentioned or referenced even once in any route. Because why would it be? It wasn't even thought of when the first games came out. Second even if it were a thing and Ayato truly was cursed, then why doesn't he experience the effects of the curse in any routes apart from his More Blood one (and, according to this particular Ayato stan, Ruki's)? Why doesn't he go crazy from thirst in Kou's route? Or in Subaru's? Or in Shuu's? etc etc. Also, if the curse is truly that excrutiating and debilitating then shouldn't Ayato be a complete and utter mess in the other characters Dark Fate, Lost Eden etc. routes? But he's not. He's totally fine. Because the stupid curse isn't canon to the games and you can not and should not use it to explain or justify his awful behavior in Ruki's MB route.

I'm sorry this got kind of long but I just needed to get this off my chest because it bothers me so much when toxic Ayato stans insist he is oh so pure of heart, an innocent victim and that he unlike the other characters can't be held accountable for his abusive acts 😑

(feel free to vent out in my ask box I don't mind. and sorry for the late reply, life is hectic)

the curse thing is such a loop/plot hole because in more blood EVERY diaboy gets thirsty after starting to have feelings for Yui, so yeah that curse thing isn't canon. and exactly! if that's the case, why isn't ayato suffering from thirst in other's route. okay let's not include MB considering the argument "they weren't close enough" but by the DF, all Sakamaki and Mukami boys warmed up to Yui, so Ayato should be suffering from thirst/curse in other's route????

I liked ayato, but after youngblood when I saw some people(not targeting to anyone, and I'm not just talking about Tumblr), not liking other people shipping Yui with any other boy because "they are not canon" made me slowly detach from AyaYui. otherwise they were in my top 5 a few years ago.

youngblood was just a fanservice. it was good for Ayato fans but Rejet messed it up. first the curse thing then the degrading of Shu and Subaru's character by making them "betray" ayato. which irks me because we all have read flashback scenes of these two from the VERY FIRST GAME, and we are completely aware with how sweet and gentle they were in childhood.

In CL, in Shu's route, it was shown how much he deeply cares about his brothers despite not showing it. so does it go for Subaru in Carla's route. you hear it? not in his OWN route but Carla's route.

the only difference is, because of trauma they weren't sure how to express it and always doubted/hesitated to trust or show true feelings to each other because of what happened to them. they all went through different experiences.

Ayato is Ruki's rival, just like how Subaru is for Kou, and Shu for Yuma. Ayato just came to take away Yui as a prey. "his thirst wasn't controllable and was locked in a dungeon. it was definitely the curse."

the curse didn't even exist at that time. it was just Rejet's plot to progress Ruki's route because if we remember, Ruki asked Ayato, before he took away Yui, if he had feelings for her and ayato replied with, feelings??? that's nonsense, the only value she has is her blood. It was a scene of confirmation to make Ruki realise his feelings and stop thinking "Adam is what she needs and not a snake" so that he can finally betray Karlheinz for Yui and run away with her, free her from this hell.

in conclusion, we have seen every diaboy saying how unique and special Yui's blood is, also a very rare thing (i guess?) so because of instincts as a vampire, Ayato only wanted to find Yui to drink her special blood.

the curse thing can never be canon because everyone gets thirsty in their route, EVEN SHIN in his BRUTE ending in DF. so are they cursed too??? no they aren't 😭

some actions can never be justifiable, I'll even say that about my own fav characters like Shin, Subaru, Carla, Reiji, etc.

[diabolik-art-blog]

In few days I will post a new chapter of my novel. I'm planning something new and I hope you like it. But before that I wanna know which trio is your favorite. I have some plans for these trios. Mabye some novels or stories. So just share your opinions with me. ( mine is Shu x Yui x Yuma )

Admin's personal opinions:

1_ Shu x Yui x Yuma: well as you know this trio is my favorite the three of them care about each other and I'm sure they will have a happy life together.

2_ Ruki x Yui x Reiji: this is my second favorite. Recently Reiji is in my top boys and somehow I think Reiji and Ruki can make a happy life together for Yui.

3_ Subaru x Yui x Kou: I know how much Subaru hates Kou and can't bear him but I'm sure he will do it for Yui. My cute boy ❤️.

4_ Carla x Yui x Shin: Founder kings with their queen seems very interstate 👀.

5_ Ruki x Yui x Ayato: No just no. Ruki can't. He really can't. I think bearing Ayato is so hard for him. Same for Ayato.

6_ Kanato x Yui x Azusa: well if you like a new world War leave Kanato with Azusa XD .

[eternalchiyo]

Everlasting Spark ~MANIAC: Prologue~

A/N: Author's Note on top for once Hi I'm alive and back with the continuation of this storyyy~ It's been a hot minute, because it took me ages to find the energy for editing. As always, the general warnings of my blog apply, but I will also tag the chapters accordingly, please see the "tags in use" for more information. Thanks and have fun!

Masterpost here

The Mukami manor was different from the Sakamaki mansion.

For one, the people there seemed to actually like each other. They enjoyed their meals together and cooked together and they all did their separate chores too. To say that it made Chiyo feel uneasy was an understatement. It was so hard to believe that people could eat their lunch in perfect peace, without hating each other, the only disruption being the occasional whining from Kou that he would rather eat Vongole Bianco than whatever else the meal plan said. A meal plan! These people had a meal plan! And they followed it! Granted, most of the time it consisted of soup, and she really did not like soup that much, but the point was still standing.

Chiyo regretted stepping foot inside as soon as she found out she had to play along with all of that. She had never cleaned anything in her entire life. She also wasn’t talented at cooking, as her cooking sessions with Yui had proven previously. Having to be responsible for a house was such a pain, Chiyo wished she could just go back home to her father, and that had to mean something!

Oh, and there was also the case of Edgar walking among the living now, too. Only that his name wasn’t Edgar anymore; it was Yuma, and he was a Vampire! This had come to be yet another mystery she had to uncover if nobody else felt obligated to. She wondered how Reiji felt about it, how did he sleep at night knowing that what he had planned so meticulously all those years ago failed so miserably? Personally, Chiyo did not sleep that great, but that had been the case for a long time already. The things just kept on piling up like that.

Setting fire to that human village at the border to the demon world and killing Edgar was probably one of his prouder moments in life, being able to take away something so dear to Shuu. Something dearer to Shuu than she had ever been… or would ever be. Thinking back on it she had been a stupid child back then. Not only had she trusted Reiji with his top-secret lunatic plan, but she also had faith in him actually getting the job done, and now look where it got them! Everyone hated each other and Edgar was not even dead! She probably would have had more luck trying to assassinate the boy in his sleep herself, not that she would have ever done it. The thought of killing someone hadn’t exactly manifested itself in her mind before Reiji planted the seed for it in her brain. She hadn’t even been aware of him wanting to burn the village down until she arrived there herself and saw it with her very own eyes. Sometimes she still felt like she could smell the burned human flesh from afar. Needless to say, grilled meat was not exactly her favorite meal from that time on.

She sighed to herself as she attempted to clean some dishes. She had already broken a plate or two and had been scolded by Ruki for it. Luckily everyone agreed not to let her near a cooking pot anytime soon – for safety’s sake. Even with her semi-arsonist background she was not looking to burn a house down that had so many potential clues to the answers she was seeking. Chiyo chewed on her lip; she came here to find more information, not to play house! But Ruki did not cooperate and did not even give her an opening to dig deeper into the situation.

In general, Ruki seemed to have made a 180 in personality. He was extremely strict and demanding, and did not respect her personal space a lot. Just the other day he walked into the bathroom, not even bothering to knock, while she was getting ready for bed. Luckily, she had been mostly done by that time, so all he ended up seeing was her ugly face mask. Not to mention that he kept calling her guineapig without even offering an explanation to the weird nickname. She kept wondering whether his previous attempts at getting closer to her had been fake and only served as a means to an end. But she really had nothing of interest to offer, so either Ruki knew something about her she wasn’t aware of, or he was an idiot who liked to toy with women. At this point both options seemed valid to her. The man was an enigma and no amount of her thinking about him made it any easier to understand him.

She also was not allowed to attend school for the time being. The details were not quite clear to her, but she didn’t particularly care about going to school anyway, so she didn’t question it much. Although it did leave her quite isolated from everyone else, which on further thought was most likely the reason for it. Chiyo wondered how Yui was faring so far… and Shuu, did he miss her? Or was he glad she was finally gone? The last time she ‘spoke’ to him was back in his room, where they had kissed. She sometimes thought back on it, it was definitely better than when they ran into each other in the forest, but it still left her feeling empty and sad for the most part.

“Hey, Kitty, you’ve been rubbing that plate for a long while now, don’t you think?”

Surprised, she turned her head around, to see Kou standing next to her. Another person that did not value personal space. She did not really like the bubbly idol, because while he did bright up the place with his comments and overall personality somewhat, he still was way over the top for her. Not to mention that this shiny dazzling personality was but a persona he would put on for appearances.

“Huh? Oh…” she said, putting the plate down.

Kou let out a grumbling noise. “Seriously, when Ruki-kun brought home a stray I thought it would be more exciting. You’re so dull,” he said and eyed her critically. From the day he saw the inside of her wardrobe, he had been nothing but mean about it.

Chiyo rolled her eyes. What was it with those people always naming her after animals? And what did he mean ‘dull’? She wasn’t here as a circus attraction for him to throw peanuts at.

“In any case, I’d hurry up with this, if you don’t want him to get mad at you. But maybe you should break another plate, it’s kind of irritating that their number is uneven~”

Kou took off again and Chiyo was left alone in the kitchen. She didn’t really feel like she had a place in this house yet and it made her feel uneasy. At least back at the Sakamaki mansion she could walk around comfortably. Here she felt like a criminal for even daring to sit on a sofa, so she would spend most of her time in the room she was given upon her arrival. She liked the plant in it a lot.

She sighed when she finally put the last cup in the cupboard. Housework was dull, but at least she didn’t break anything this time. However, the plates really were at an uneven number and now that it got pointed out to her it started bothering her as well.

“Oh… Lilith… you’re still here…”

Azusa was standing in the doorway, looking a bit on edge. Chiyo would be lying if she said she wasn’t freaked out about most of his antics. She couldn’t be mean to him because he enjoyed it and asked for more. He even tried to get her to cut him with a knife once. What fun was there in bullying a person that wanted to be bullied?

“Lilith… say. Did you… see my knife laying around here… somewhere?”

Azusa for some reason had also taken a liking to calling her Lilith. This was the only hint Chiyo got that told her that these people knew more than they let on. Would she really have to seduce Ruki to find out his secrets? Would that even work? It did make her feel a little bit uneasy. At the same time, it seemed like he was the top guy in this house, calling himself master and inflicting punishment upon people if they failed to do their tasks properly, so if someone had valuable information it would be him. How utterly frustrating.

“I haven’t,” she said shaking her head slowly, focusing on the present situation again.

“If you see it… let me know...?”

“Sure…”

She watched him hurry off down the hallway. Letting out a defeated sigh she decided to exit this room as well. Just as she was about to round the corner in the opposite direction, she bumped into someone.

“Ack! Ruki—”

“Guineapig, do me a favor and do watch your step while walking,” he said. With how much she had messed up the household lately, she could hear it in his voice that he was slowly growing tired of it.

She rubbed her nose which stung a bit from where she bumped into Ruki’s chest. “Sorry…”

They stood there awkwardly for a second. She wasn’t sure how to act around him, ever since the situation on the staircase. No, actually she had never known. Only that now there was also the confusion of her own heart that made it hard for her. Who was Ruki Mukami anyway? He had called himself a snake before, but the snake tempted Eve, not Lilith, that much she gathered from her brief bible discourse. Whenever he looked at her it made her skin crawl, but for some strange reason she felt herself seeking it out more and more. Something was wrong with her for sure.

“I came to see whether you were done with the dishes, but I see that you are,” he said.

“Don’t worry, your plates are fine, I spared them my rough treatment,” she said, trying to sound casual or funny about it.

Ruki apparently did not find that very amusing since he didn’t react to the joke. And she always thought she had no sense of humor. Maybe she didn’t and that’s why he wouldn’t react to her attempt at defusing the tension. Though, Chiyo had not seen Ruki laugh genuinely even as much as once since she started living here, and that was a little bit unsettling. Shuu also wasn’t one to laugh often, but she had witnessed it in the past, at least.

“You broke enough as is, I hope this will not be a common occurrence or I will really have to punish you, until you learn your lesson,” he said.

Chiyo’s face contorted in distaste. He really was all about that master of the house thing. A little bit too intense for her taste. She wondered what a punishment from Ruki would entail, but then decided she’d rather not know. Although she was yet to find the Mukami torture chamber, if they even had one.

“You look like you are thinking up filth… or are you that disappointed you will not be getting a punishment?” he asked, slightly amused.

“W-what? No!” she protested.

Chiyo’s eyes widened in shock and her face felt like it was burning up. Being punished sounded bad enough as it was, and she wasn’t exactly into that type of play… was she? She hated how Ruki made her doubt herself in even the aspect of her life she thought she had figured out and under control!

Ruki eyed her with a curious look on his face, barely hiding his amusement. He looked as if he was thinking about something while he studied her face, though he didn’t voice any of those thoughts. As he made his way to the kitchen, Chiyo anxiously followed.

The tall Vampire investigated the cabinet that they used to store all the plates in. Then he looked back at her. Chiyo didn’t like the way this was going, and she was sure the look on her face was one of pure horror by now.

“Now that I think about it, this odd number of plates does irk me. You will be a good guineapig and make up for it.”

This man never failed to trigger the flight instinct in her. She took a step back and bumped into the kitchen counter, knocking over a box of sugar. Ruki sighed.

“Clean this up. I expect you to come straight to my room once you are done with that,” he said.

She wanted to protest, but something in the eyes of this man told her that it was best not to argue.

“Do not dawdle,” he said and left her alone with the mess she had made.

Chiyo watched him walk out of the kitchen and sighed. Just what was wrong with her? She wasn’t feeling like herself ever since she had left the Sakamaki mansion and started spending her time here.

She started to be increasingly jumpy and clumsy. That never used to happen to her before; was Ruki making her this nervous? Her heart sure was feeling as if it was going to jump out through her throat whenever she interacted with him. Or was it because she wasn’t used to doing housework? She really wanted to leave again, but she also really wanted to find out more about the mystery surrounding her, Yui and, apparently, both Vampire families. Lately she was starting to think that maybe Shuu was correct all along in saying that his father liked to spin fate however he pleased. Did he send her those dreams about Lilith? Was that even in his powers to do? How much power did the Vampire King have anyway? She never succeeded in grasping the extent of his powers.

She shook her head and sighed. What did it even matter? Maybe she should just give up and go back; she never had this strange dream again afterwards, so maybe it was just that? A simple weird dream? Pure coincidence that it was also strangely biblical and just like Yui’s dream proclaiming her as Eve?

No… these guys knew something she didn’t, and she wanted to find out what at least, since she already went through the trouble of coming here.

She tidied the counter from all the sugar and made her way to Ruki’s room reluctantly.

[onlyrains]

[10:32am]

— t/w: none

you and your boyfriend, fujio, is having a free time together when you receive a non-stop messages from an unknown number while laying on the bed and fujio sit on the carpet working on his new lego.

actually, you received it since last week and the first time you opened it you didn't understand the thing the sender was talking about. but then it caught your attention when they mention fujio a few times. it's getting on your nerves but you thought it wasn't a good idea too to tell him right away. so you just switch your phone to silent mode and trying to act like you're not uncomfortable.

“why is it so hard to build?” you hear your boyfriend whining. he have tried to build his lego for an hour and still can't make it.

“i can help you.” you say in a very cheerful way.

“oh, yes, please! come here,”

you sit next to him and place your phone between you two.

“you need to put on this first.” you mumble as you put a small part on its body. fujio watches you intensely and start redo it on the other side.

“ah, i know now!” he shout enthusiastically then he reach your head and kiss your forehead repeatedly. “thanks for tutoring my stupid ass, baby.”

you laugh so hard at his exaggerated reaction. “okay, okay, calm down. i'll help you finish this.” you move to the side which makes your phone visible. you glance at the screen that shows tons of message notifications on your lockscreen and think.

maybe it is the right time to tell him. you two are just chilling now and he's in a right state. the curiosity in you is also annoy you most of the time. and he needs to know anyway. so after convincing yourself, you call him.

“fujio,”

he turn immediately cause he knows something must be going on when you call him by his name.

“what did i do wrong this time, babe?” he pouts with his hand hanging.

you smile. “no. you didn't do anything wrong.”

“then what bother you?”

“do you know this number?” you show him an unknown contact info on your phone.

“i don't think so…” he frowns. “why?”

“actually,” you start. you can see his gaze is changing when he looks at you. “someone kept sending me messages since last week.” you add.

“last week?”

you nod twice. “yeah, but i was waiting for the right time to tell you.”

“what is it about? let me see.” you hand him your phone and let him read it. his expression change a lot as he scrolls the room chat from the serious one, shock, until a deep frown which the sign that he is upset.

“what is it?” you ask carefully. he clenches his jaw instead of answer it. you know something really gone wrong and it is that serious.

“is there any other number than this?” he asks in serious tone. fujio the leader of oya kou has been activated now. he is 100% sure that this is one of his enemy doings.

you shook your head. “i don't understand what they're talking about but they mentioned you. does it means you are in danger?”

fujio smile a bit and pull you to his embrace in a sec. “you don't need to worry about me.” he strokes your hair. “i'm completely fine.”

you hug him tighter. “okay, then.”

“but we still need to see todoroki and tsukasa.”

“we?”

“yes, you are coming with me.”

“just them?”

“no, we'll meet in oya tomorrow.”

you back away to meet his eyes. “the others will be there too, right?” you grin.

he nods and pull you back to his embrace. “oh my god, i didn't know i can be this excited to meet your friends?”

he giggles. “they're your friends too, pretty.”

“oh, right.”

he kiss the top of your head. “i know i’m an idiot but you know i take my love for you seriously, right?”

you nod. “i know.”

“you need to tell me immediately if you still receive messages like this, okay? thank you for letting me know.”

you smile and rest your head on his shoulder comfortably.

to be frank, his heartbeat still beating so fast but he try to control it, the same with his rage. you are now his top priority and he won't let you feel afraid or worry.

he also won't let his enemy knows that you are his biggest weakness. he may not forgive himself if something bad happens to you.