#daichi x afab!reader

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Behind Closed Doors (A Daichi Sawamura Ficlet)

Synopsis: Despite the rowdy beginnings of your relationship, you and Daichi Sawamura (the sweetest of husbands and the best father a child could wish for) were going strong. So far, didn't seem to slow down—your love wasn't faltering or fading away. This man was your ride-or-die. Your future. Your everything. Until your daughter's kindergarten called with unsettling news—the suspicion of domestic abuse inside your household.

Pairing: Daichi Sawamura x afab!reader

Warnings: minors do not interact | miscommunication | mentions of nsfw and explicit themes | mentions of kinks | mentions of adult toys | mentions of domestic abuse (NONE IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING) | profanity | established relationship/marriage | post-time-skip spoilers (asahi & daichi) |

Author's notes: I yearned to write something for Daichi and I came up with a story this ficlet eventually spins from. But IDK if anyone would be interested in reading it haha? But yeah. I think that Daichi's very well-kept-up goody-two-shoes police officer persona hides a freaky motherfucker that loves to get down to business. And if he gets a wifey who matches his freak? He's worshiping the ground she walks walking on. Also, he doesn't strike as dom—he just needs a wifey who can also come with freaky, kinky shit. Someone defying him and going against his rules would actually be a huge turn-on for him. So no—Y/N isn't a sub and their kinky fucking DOESN'T leave the bedroom.

Warning: This was written in one sitting and is not proofread.

Word count: 3K

It started with a call in the middle of the day. You'd been at work, just wrapping up an order of baked goodies when your phone buzzed in your back pocket—usually, you didn't pick up calls amidst a busy noon shift. Upon seeing the number of Haruhi's kindergarten teachers, you realized it wouldn't be the case.

"I really need to take this." - You muttered toward your co-worker, wishing the customer an amazing day. - "It's Hari's teacher. Might be important." "Go for it!" - Ren, your long-time friend and co-worker called out as she checked what little pastries you still had. - "Let's hope the little bean isn't sick." "Yeah, hopefully."

Mrs. Chiba sounded strange—she was a woman around your age, usually gentle, bubbly, and energetic. Her engaging personality was perfect for a kindergarten teacher and the kids loved her. This time, her voice was flat, almost careful. Too gentle as she invited you for a late-afternoon meeting. It was serious and acute—she even specifically asked for Daichi's presence. That hadn't ever happened before. You'd usually come to the meetings separately depending on what was on the agenda—if Daichi had overtime or other plans? Your time to shine. It also applied the other way around. You worked as a unit, ensuring everything went smoothly, always watching each other's back and rotating on the clock as needed.

Walking back into the chaos of your workplace, you exchanged a few confused texts with Daichi, arranging the details—when'd you meet, where'd meet, and most importantly, who'd take care of Hari for the afternoon. Just like every once in a while, you'd ask Uncle Asahi to step in. As per usual, Asahi agreed the moment you asked for his help, ever the knight in shiny armor. Asahi and your six-year-old were actually a dream team—she always spoke so highly of all the fun activities Asahi came up with. They'd both be in their element inside Asahi's little fashion design studio—Hari could sketch into hallelujah with various super-expansive fixes and Asahi created a few pieces based on her drawings already.

Your stomach grumbled with nerves as you waited for Daichi in front of the kindergarten. You were looking at your phone with a slight furrow—Asahi and Hari just made it to his studio, sending you a goofy selfie. The man was furrowing while Hari pulled her mouth open with her index fingers, showing off her missing front teeth. Don't worry! The text under said. When you're done, we'll all go for some ramen. Hari can't wait! That was Asahi for you—a supportive, gentle giant. Putting the phone away with a sigh, your eyes trailed toward the man who was walking toward you at a measured, authoritative pace. Fuck. You still couldn't believe that you pulled Daichi Sawamura.

Standing tall at 5'9 with a broad and impressive build, Daichi became the embodiment of discipline and unwavering dependability after nearly ten years of working in law enforcement. He carried himself with effortless confidence—his posture always straight, movements precise, and presence reassuringly firm. The occupation of a police officer and years of hard work sharpened his instincts, toughened his physique, and honed his ability to command a room without raising his voice.

His features sharpened with age, giving him a strong jawline, faint lines of stress near his eyes, and the kind of gaze that sees right through people. After a decade spent as a police officer, his brown eyes beamed with quiet intensity—calm, calculated, and capable of dark amusement when called for... burning like ambers whenever he looked your way, his gaze dancing on your body. Despite five years of marriage, his eyes still adored you like the night you first fooled around. He kept his jet-black hair shorter and neater than a few years back, but he still let it slightly tousled—framing his face in an infuriatingly attractive way.

His shirt and trousers suited him almost too well—the trousers hugging his thick, muscular thighs so fine it nearly made you groan and the issued shirt stretching over his broad shoulders and sculptured chest, begging to be torn off. "There you are." - Your husband chuckled as he approached you, stealing a gentle peck off your lips—his seemingly stoic face lighting up a smile that'd melt an iceberg. And fuck, Daichi's voice—deep and measured, dripping down your ears like honey. - "Hi, wifey." "Hi, hubby." - Giggling along with him, you'd steal a quick peck too. It became your daily ritual—mutually greeting each other with lovey-dovey pet names that made one's teeth rot.

"Did you speak with the teacher yet?" - He asked, putting on the black tailored blazer he'd gotten as a birthday gift from Asahi. - "Any idea what's this about? Is Hari okay?" "Mhm. She's with Asahi. Look." - You'd pull out your phone, showing the picture of the duo to Daichi. His eyes immediately softened, a soft grin unwittingly tugging on his lips. - "We agreed to meet up for ramen once we're done here." "That sounds... heavenly." - Daichi groaned. - "I had to pull through my lunch break today. Also—Yuto won't forget this, I had to take a few hours off my holiday subsidy on short notice and he wasn't happy with me." "Awh, I'm so sorry to hear that!" "C'mon. Always remember that you and Hari are my priority. A few hours of overtime won't stop me, baby." - Kissing your cheek, Daichi's palm settled on the small of your back—he led you toward the entrance.

The meeting had already started off on a strange note. Clearing your throat, you straightened and watched Mrs. Chiba sitting over the table. Her expression was serious, stoic, and... something was off. Secondly, you've been called in alone. That was the first red flag.

Whenever you got called in together (this wasn't your first rodeo), Daichi was usually the one to handle these kinds of things—he was great with the teachers, always polite, and always reliable. For Mrs. Chiba to insist on meeting with you first, one-on-one, without him felt... off. But still, you didn't question it. Maybe it was about something small—you tried to fool yourself as you sent the woman a nervous smile. Maybe there was an upcoming event, a parent volunteer request, hosting a BBQ... something. Anything.

Sitting primly across Mrs. Chiba, your hands were folded in your lap, ready to listen. She watched you for a moment, exhaling softly before speaking. Her eyes traveled to your wrist—it was covered with a noticeable mark reminding you of your and Daichi's last... rendezvous. You'd cover it up with an innocent smile. "Mrs. Sawamura... There's no easy way to say this, but... your daughter has alarmed us about a potential domestic abuse situation."

Her words flew right through your head at first. You froze, your breath hitched and your eyebrows knitted slightly. Oh. Did she notice something at school? Were some of her friends in danger? You panicked a bit, trying to keep it together. The gravity of the meeting, the situation, hadn't dawned on you yet. "Did she... notice something about her friends? Was the telling stories again? Mrs. Chiba, you know that Hari's a kid with a very vivid imagination..." - As you've said, you weren't a stranger to getting invited to the kindergarten along with your husband—this wasn't your first rodeo. "It regards you and your husband, Mrs. Sawamura." "I—what?" - The world seemed to tilt ever so slightly, your breath growing shallow as you pressed on the bruise on your wrist a bit tighter. That's why Mrs. Chiba noticed it—she was looking for it.

But... Daichi? Your Daichi? The man who actively and openly worshiped the ground you walked on? The man who still at you like you hung the stars, five years into your marriage? The same Daichi who cried when your baby's first into the womb, who read bedtime stories in ridiculous voices just to make your baby girl giggle? That Daichi?

... An abuser?

"I know this is a lot to process." - Mrs. Chiba continued, her voice gentle and careful. - "We don't know how serious it is or how long the... the situation lasts." - The abuse. She meant to say the abuse. You simply stared at her and let her speak softly, carefully... you were absolutely fucking baffled. Usually, you'd stand by Daichi's side—you'd be screaming, fighting for him and his innocence. But frankly? Mrs. Chiba caught you off-guard. "As a mother, you'll surely understand—it's my duty as a teacher to ensure my pupil's well-being and a safe home environment. Especially when the matter regards young children." "Yes, yes." - You nodded, trying to sort your thoughts. But it was impossible. - "I understand, but..." "We know Mr. Sawamura personally and we're aware that your husband is a police officer. Your daughter brought him in for last month's job fair and spoke very highly of him. However, because of Hakuri's recent behavior and stories, we felt compelled to act. That's why I contacted you today. If Mr. Sawamura is applying any sort of violence—whether mental, physical, or even economic—we are ready to help you and your daughter out of this situation."

A panicked scoff of disbelief left your mouth. Oh. That's when it clicked. Oh, no. You knew exactly where this was going, covering your mouth preemptively as your eyes hung on Mrs. Chiba, your head nodding along in silence.

"The details Hari provided were... concerning." - She continued, tapping her pen into the desk in a slow, deliberate rhythm. - "According to her testimony, there are multiple pairs of handcuffs and other movement-restricting devices hidden inside a certain closet inside your home."

Your soul left your body as you closed your eyes, whining silently. It needed to be said that your reaction could've looked like someone saved after years of torment—but thankfully, this wasn't your nor Daichi's case. This was about the closet incident. The one that happened right before Noya, Daichi, Asahi, and Hari's fishing trip. The moment when Daichi's life and ancestors flashed in front of his eyes when your daughter found the closet unsupervised and unlocked—the handcuffs, ropes, see-through lacy lingerie... and more. An enormous parental mishap—over which you and Noya descended into hysterical laughter. Daichi'd explained, albeit horribly and he was lucky that Hari was as gullible as she was.

And, well... Hari had snitched—probably just shared her discovery with a teacher, not thinking much of it...unwittingly putting your husband's entire career and your marriage in jeopardy.

"She also mentioned that lately, your husband doesn't shy away from calling you names..." - Mrs. Chiba added, her expression darkening—yet another nail to your coffin. It happened on the same morning, half an hour apart. Another mishap, just a slip-up. Hari was supposed to be dead asleep. Once, you weren't careful enough and didn't take all possible precautions just for it to turn out like... this. - "She mentioned he uses particularly degrading terms, such as... 'whore' and 'slut'."

Now, you nearly choked on air. Your entire face was warming up, gentle sweat running down the side of your face, eyes widening, and heartbeat stuttering.

Oh, this was bad. So, so bad.

Not because it wasn't just wrong—it was horrifyingly accurate.

You and Daichi did have handcuffs... many of them, a whole variety. Honestly? You also had ropes (varying colors and materials—velvet soft, rough, short, even rolled on a spool) and you couldn't believe your daughter didn't mention that too... when she was at it.

And the name-calling? Well... That was... A very specific part of your private life. One that you never intended to let slip out. Daichi and you could rejoice and congratulate one another Hari didn't overhear the names you called your husband in the heat of the situation.

This was stupid. So fucking stupid. Just one huge misunderstanding. You had to fight to keep the laughter in, clearing your throat, your eyes swelling with tears as you tried to stay serious. You were sweating, genuinely sweating. "Mrs. Sawamura..." - Mrs. Chiba pressed gently, watching your reaction closely. - "If there's anything you'd like to share..." "May I call my husband in?" - You interrupted, gasping for air, still battling the urge to lose it. - "I think we can explain everything."

The moment Daichi walked in, it was over. You were dead. Gone. He looked confused, like a deer in the headlights, repenting preemptively... worried. His eyes slid to you, teetering on the edge of losing it. Your shoulders shook as she tried—and failed—to hold in the absolute hysteria bubbling inside you.

The look on Daichi's face when he was called in? Priceless. He walked in all serious—brows furrowed, stance firm, his usual commanding presence in full effect, and despite all that, he came across as a Bambi in the headlights. He probably figured Haruhi had gotten into a fight or broken a school rule.

But oh. Oh. He had no idea what was coming.

"Mr. Sawamura..." - The teacher began, folding her hands on the desk, her voice steady and professional. - "We wanted to speak with you today because we have concerns about your home environment." Daichi's frown deepened. He wasn't catching the drift. - "Concerns?

Despite your best efforts to keep it in, you let out a choked, strangled noise. Not a sob. But the kind of suppressed laughter that could only come from someone trying to keep it together desperately. Daichi glanced at you briefly—confused, worried—but you couldn't look at him. Your cheeks turned a few shades darker, droplets of sweat ran down your forehead, and your eyes trained to the tips of your shoes. Your entire body trembled with the force of the laughter you could not, under any circumstances, let escape.

Mrs. Chiba continued, giving Daichi a deep furrow. Her eyes jumped from your discombobulated form to confused Daichi sitting beside you. - "Haruhi shared information that raised a few red flags for us. She mentioned your household contains multiple pairs of handcuffs, as well as other devices designed to restrict movement..."

You squeaked. You actually squeaked. Daichi, meanwhile, went rigid. His entire body tensed. The shift in him was instant—his jaw clenched, hands forming into tight fists in his lap, sweating profusely.

Oh, fuck.

"Oh?" - Daichi finally said, voice tight, controlled. "She was quite detailed with her testimony." - The teacher went on, reading from her notes. - "Saying, and I quote, 'They were hidden inside a closet'." - Mrs. Chiba looked up at him, pausing.

A slow, horrible realization dawned on Daichi and crept up to his expression. Oh. Oh, fuck. The closet. The one he'd forgotten to lock after your latest entanglement. Shit.

"... And your daughter also mentioned they all belong to you. Even specified they're used by police forces." - Daichi nearly perished when the words left Mrs. Chiba's mouth. He knew the pair she was talking about—he knew it well, intimately. It was your favorite. The pair he'd stolen from the station a few years ago—because of your batting, wide pretty eyes. You'd mentioned (again and again) that they looked... enthusing. So, naturally, Daichi got you a pair—as any loving husband would.

His ears turned bright red, fingers twitched as he stared at his daughter's kindergarten teacher utterly mortified. You snorted. You couldn't help it. You were dying, perishing. Why? Because the look on Daichi's face was a mix of sheer horror, regret, and 'oh my god, my child had ruined my dignity and my life'.

"And there's more." - Mrs. Chiba continued as if it wasn't already bad enough. You, already knowing what was coming, buried your face in your hands. - "She also mentioned that you frequently call your wife degrading names, Mr. Sawamura. Specifically a 'whore' and a 'slut'." Daichi's soul left his body. You were wheezing, actually fucking wheezing. And suddenly—the waterworks broke. Your shoulders shook violently, and your entire body convulsed as you collapsed forward onto the desk, crying.

Not from fear. Not from distress. But from the sheer level of mortification and embarrassment. "Oh my god." - You gasped between hiccups of laughter, gripping your stomach. Daichi's mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again... And nothing came out. He was stunned into silence.

Mrs. Chiba, meanwhile, looked deeply concerned—eyeing your breakdown with a careful hesitation. - "Mrs. Sawamura?" You waved your hand at her, trying to catch your breath. - "It's fine—it's fine—I just—" - Another choked laugh. A gasp. A snort. Daichi groaned next to you, dragging his hands across his face. His ears were burning. - "Fucking hell." - He muttered.

"Mrs. Chiba... This is all a misunderstanding." - You finally managed to squeeze out, your words half-giggled and barely coherent. Mrs. Chiba seemed deeply skeptical. - "... Is it?" "YES." - Daichi interjected quickly, finally snapping out of his stupor. - "It is. I—we—ugh..." - A pause followed. Then a deep sigh. Then, with the most pained expression known to a man, he started explaining.

"Y/N... I mean, Mrs. Sawamura, my wife..." - He was stumbling on his words so much that Mrs. Chiba furrowed again, leaning back into her office chair. - "She's the best thing that ever happened to me. And Hari's the greatest blessing in our lives. We love our daughter more than anything and every day, we are providing for her, making sure she has everything she needs. But we're... human, Mrs. Chiba. Even though we try our best to be the best parents, mishaps happen. Some are bigger than others. Therefore, let me just say... The handcuffs aren't for police work, but private use."

Daichi couldn't believe the words leaving his mouth. He pinched the bridge of his nose, looking seconds away from throwing himself out of the window. There was silence. Absolute silence while Mrs. Chiba processed the confession. Then, she blinked, her face turning crimson red. You howled.

"... Oh." - Her eyes widened. Then, finally, it all clicked. - "Ohhhh... I see." A beat of silence followed. "This is so fucking embarrassing." - Daichi groaned while as kept on wheezing, convulsing—Mrs. Chiba who leaned her forehead into her hands, was laughing along now despite being embarrassed.

The meeting, for the lack of a better word, was an absolute disaster. Some secrets were better kept behind closed doors.

[lovdlydaz]

how they react when they see you in your uniform

afab!reader, you play volleyball and you just got home from a game

warnings: nsfw, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, musk kink, man just a lot of sex ngl

a/n: i've been wanting to try drabbles for a while, but i'll come out with fics soon. it'll be drabbles when i'm unmotivated, and fics when i am. hope y'all are okay with that ♡.

oikawa

♡ ————————♡

when you came home off your bus, you weren’t expecting your boyfriend to be on the couch, watching your game on the T.V. he was drooling over the way those spandex hugged your ass and thighs so well, how your ponytail swayed as you went to pass the ball. your body rolled so fluidly, making his cock harden because of how good you played his sport. so, when you came into the room he jumped, then his pupils blew with lust. you were in those same spandex, just in a jacket. he stood up and grabbed you, taking you into your shared room and throwing you onto the bed. his cock was hard as fuck, those shorts he was wearing didn’t really hide much. “you looked so pretty out there babe, i'm sorry i couldn’t come watch you play but you did so good,” he praised you as he pounded into your seeping pussy, eyes rolled back into your head whenever his tip kissed your cervix. you were definitely enjoying yourself, and he kept praising you until he finished. however, when you were both in bed cuddling he would go into your ear and whisper "but i'm better." needless to say, he got a one-way ticket to the couch that night.

ushijima

♡ ————————♡

it was a rough day at practice today. your team had fucked up hard at one of the many national games y'all played, but yesterday wasn't that great. you had fucked up your serves multiple times, had hit the ball into the net god knows how many times, and your hits kept going out. it was horrendous how you barely got to touch a ball today, and your exhausted expression showed when you got home from your car. your lovely boyfriend, who just so happened to be doing his nightly workout, was in the middle of his 6 x 10 reps of pushups when you walked in. he continued to do them, a small 'hey' escaping his lips before he heard an exasperated sigh leave your lips. he heard stuff being thrown on the couch then a flop, quickly hoping up from his little corner in the living room and walking to you. though, when he was about to speak he stopped, seeing you all sweaty and still in your uniform. he felt his heart throb, or what he thought was his heart. but then, he looked down, seeing his rock hard cock and blushing. you opened your eyes to see your large boyfriend looming over you, then feeling something poke you. you looked down to see his even larger cock poking out from his shorts, making you blush as well. let's just say that your spandex, jersey, and entire body was covered in cum that night. and you didn't regret a thing. <3

bokuto

♡ ————————♡

see, you and bo had this sorta complicated relationship. sure you were the sub in bed but bokuto acted as a sort of sub top, whining and whimpering your name whenever he was balls deep inside your pussy. and today was the same as always. you had gotten home from practice, a tired sigh leaving your lips until your beefy boyfriend latched onto you like a leech to skin. "i'm so glad you're home baby! how was practice? did you do good??" he asked like a bright puppy, you could visibly see his tail wagging. you giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, nodding your head and smiling. "yes bo, i had a great practice. how have you been? did you have practice today?" you asked, but then you felt something poking you, and then you felt hungry eyes boring down onto you. koutarou had gone quiet, and he had gotten hard too. it was the way those spandex curved around your waist, your hips and thighs were squeezed through the flexible fabric. you were picked up by your legs and carried into the bedroom, thrown down like a ragdoll before the spandex were ripped off you. his face was shoved into your heat for hours, not letting up until you had passed out. when you did he got himself off from your passed out form, then cleaned you both up and went to bed. just so you know, you were wearing your jersey home almost every day after that. <3

daichi

♡ ————————♡

today was the day of the big game, the biggest of your season actually. so, you had gotten up bright and early to start your day. you took a shower and got dressed, yet your boyfriend who was your #1 supporter and best volleyball coach was there cooking in the kitchen for you. "hey babe, ready to go?" he asked, then he paused. you were sliding your jersey on, tucking it in your spandex and your thighs jiggled as you did so. "yeah, gimme a sec—" and now you were against the wall, getting your brains fucked out of you right before your game. "fuck babe... couldn't resist myself with those pretty thighs of yours..." he whispered into your ear, instantly making you orgasm. he wasn't short after, messing up your insides and causing white to leak from you. you didn't have time to get cleaned up, so when you both got into the car you could feel his cum leaking out of you, which made you blush. let's just say you had a great game, and an ever greater fuck when you got home.

kita

♡ ————————♡

you had had a great day today. your team was playing the best they ever had and it was visibly cheering you up. though, when you got home your boyfriend was cleaning the counter off, seeing your tired yet happy form walk into the house. "hello sweetheart, how was it?" he chirped happily, but his eyes were staring straight at your pretty legs and formidable ass. your uniform looked so pretty on you, and your bust was even tighter in that jersey. he finished wiping off the counter as you told him your day, pressing you into a kiss when you finished speaking. his hands travelled to your thighs and you whined, those were your most sensitive areas. the sex was on the couch, bodies pressed together as you both were feral for each other. kita more than you, but y'know. the sun came up, and you both weren't even close to done. <3

kuroo

♡ ————————♡

your multi-million dollar boyfriend wasn't able to make it to your game. he had tried so hard but he was so busy, yet you didn't mind it. you knew how much he loved you, he showed it to you every day. so, when you were driven home by your personal taxi driver which kuroo also so happened to get for you for your birthday last year, he was sitting in the T.V. room, streaming your game. you were the libero, and he was admiring the way your body moved so nicely to get the ball in the air. hearing you come in he jumped, but then chuckled when he realized it was you. "oh, hey babe," he sputtered with a deep voice, but then his eyes travelled. the way your hair stuck to your forehead, how tight that jersey was and how even tighter those spandex were. he couldn't control himself, and now you were on the bed in doggy position as he rammed his thick cock into your cervix. "this pussy grips around my cock so good... such a slutty player aren't you? wearing those tight ass spandex... fuck, baby you make me go insane..." he murmured all sorts of things to you before you both orgasmed at the same time, making it heavenly bliss for you especially. after that, he got you both cleaned up, but you passed out in his arms before you even touched the bathtub. <3

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[harveybwabbit92]

[Daichi has to find a way to sneak X into a special ward at a hospital that doesn't allow phones regardless of authority, and wonders what to do with the X Devizer? When his friend R/n walked in Daichi gives her a once over as an idea forms...]

X: Daichi? Daichi where are you? every things dark! but oddly warm and there's this strange thumping noise!

Daichi: Shhh, X, you'll us caught caught!

X: Us?? Who else is here?

[A few moments later the X Devizer is taken out of hiding and X's image turns bright pink once he realizes where Daichi had hidden him, in R/n's bra. the one place the two male guards standing outside the ward wouldn't dare to look.]

Daichi, blushing as he taking the X Devizer back: Thanks R/n.

R/n, smirks: Just buy me my favorite snack and we'll call it even.~

Daichi: Right, just wait here- and don't tell anyone I brought you along, just getting myself permission to be here was tough enough for Xio..

R/n: Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere.

[Daichi was just checking the files that Xio was allowed to access to, once they were done with that, He and X went back to R/n when X spotted something that caused him shiver, he told Daichi to stop and look at one of the comatose patients, Daichi looked over to where X was talking about and felt his heart stop, there in one of the beds was R/n?]

Daichi: R/n? B-but that's impossible she's-

(Daichi runs down the hall where he left R/n only to find her missing! when he left ward the guards asked where R/n had gone? Daichi didn't know how to answer them at first, but remembered that there was an exit in the ward office.

He lied saying she went out through there after feeling ill, he claimed she had a relative being treated in the ward and seeing them sleeping overwhelmed her, R/n's look-a-like (or the real R/n) was laying comatose in a bed the guards assumed she was a twin; they bought it and let Daichi leave.)

[3 days later..

After trying to get a hold of his friend Daichi randomly ran into "R/n" but she hadn't spotted him yet so he decided to follow her after it seemed like she was trying to get somewhere fast.

Daichi almost lost sight of her when she walked this strange misty area that Daichi was reluctant to enter; but a deep breath he took a step forward, suddenly there was flash and Daichi closed his eyes.

After a few moments he felt a chill go through his body when he opened his eyes again, Daichi suddenly found himself in the same alley as before but something was wrong about it. Everything was over grown with grass and these alien looking plants and there were these rifts that reminded him of a computer glitching out.

Daichi nervously takes a step forward towards one when someone grabbed him from behind and yelled at him.]

R/n: Stop!

Daichi, pulls away from her: Back off!

R/n: Take it easy, Daichi

Daichi: I will not take it easy! who are you?!

R/n: Daichi, it's me. R/n-

X: No your not! we saw R/n in the hospital! Are you some kind of trap?

R/n: No, that's me at hospital too...Look, I'll explain everything but first you trust me.

Daichi: Why should we?

{R/n was about to answer when something behind Daichi catches her eye, next thing Daichi knew R/n was shielding him when her body as strange creature tried to attack them! only for a strange little blue dragon thing headbutted the first creature out of the way and then this green worm looking one spat string at the creature, tying it in place.]

R/n: Veemon, Wormmon. Thanks.

Wormon, blushes:...

Veemon, rubbing the back of his head: Aw, shucks it's nothin'

Daichi, staring at the monsters and R/n confused: WOULD SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT GOING ON?

[R/n gave him the short version, three months prior when a strange virus affected the city's computer servers, officials call it Aurora and they had no idea where it came from. and unbeknownst to the world, The aurora virus caused a portal to another world to open up. At the same time this was happening thousands of people; R/n herself were playing in virtual reality when she was suddenly hacked as Aurora was attacking the city.

Something was attacking the players and whatever that something was caused, R/n's mind to digitize; separating from her body, unlike the other other people who seized and went into comas, R/n's mental made a copy of her physical body allowing her manifest into the real world it also gave her the ability to jump into computers or anything that was digital.

A few weeks later while wandering the web she found Veemon and Wormmon lost and alone, the two creatures or digimon explained what they were the three became fast friends.

Since then R/n with the help of Veemon, Wormmon and a few others R/n has been working to close the portal to the digital world and stop it from merging with the real world, all while trying to find a cure for the victims affected of the aurora virus and restore R/n to her body.]

X: But...What happens if you don't get back to your body?

R/n, averts her eyes: ...

R/n: We.... should probably find the rifts origin point before it spreads.

Wormmon and Veemon: Right.

X: Daichi...Why didn't R/n answer my question?

Daichi: Because she doesn't want to answer you.

[nubisaureus]

their (main) love language

character(s): timeskip!Suga, timeskip!Asahi, timeskip!Daichi

pairing(s): afab!reader x timeskip!Suga, timeskip!Asahi, timeskip!Daichi (separately)

contents: fluff, established relationship, love languages, dates, period cramps, everyday love, cuddles, taking care of you

a/n: sorry for the absence guys! exam season started in June, and I've been studying my ass off ever since! my last exam is on the 31st of July, and after that I'll be a bit more free to write! I've been rewatching Haikyuu though, hence why this post.

not proofread! also I'd love to make more posts like this, not only on haikyu, so let me know if you'd like that!

hope you enjoy! <3

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Suga

Acts of service and physical touch: he loves making life easier for you, and will always make sure to make his presence known whenever you're doing something.

He'll dry your hair for you, make you a bath, whatever it takes to make your life easier. He could be grading tests, reading a book or whatever really, he'll always make sure you know he's there.

«I'm gonna go read a book, I'll let you grade your tests okay?» you get your book and go sit on the sofa. As you're halfway through the page, you hear rustling from the table, and then see Suga coming to the sofa. Soon enough your legs are stretched out on his lap, as he continues grading, occasionally giving your calves a gentle squeeze.

As he's done grading you soon enough end up in his arms, being cuddled as he whispers sweet words in your ears and kisses your head, inhaling your perfume.

Has it been a hard day? You bet he's going to brush your hair until you fall asleep on his lap, and then he'll bring you to bed, lay next to you, falling asleep to the soft sound of your slow breathing.

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Asahi

Words of affirmation and quality time: he's always wanted to hear things SAID, so it's not a surprise at all. He's also always super busy as a fashion designer, and so, whenever you two can spend time together he wants it to be meaningful. He likes to organize dates, and will do anything in his power to make everything you wish for become a reality.

«Look at this!!» you send him a video of a recently opened ice skating rink in Tokyo. You wouldn't see him for two weeks, since he had a fashion show in another city in Japan.

Two weeks had passed, and as promised, he came over. You open the door to find him there, a flower bouquet in his hands, as he extends one for you to grab. You do, and next thing you know you're at the skating rink, with you helping him as to not fall over, since he's absolutely terrible at it.

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Daichi

He's very difficult to categorize in my humble opinion, but if I'd have to summarize him in one word, I'd choose: care. He's a mix of all five love languages, he just wants to be there for you and take care of you in every situation, even if you insist on him not to, since you feel like a burden sometimes.

«Daichi, you don't have to do all of this...I've had my period countless times. It's okay; I took painkillers, they'll take effect soon and I'll be good.» he gives you a stern look, much like he did with his teammates in high school when they were exhausting themselves.

«There's no way I'm letting you go to practice like that. You're hereby forbidden from straining yourself until you feel better. And don't try to do otherwise, because I'm not going to move until you feel better [y/n].» you sigh, as he opens the sofa bed. He grabs a few blankets, and the heating pad, laying them on it. He gently lays you on the sofa, putting the heating pad on your abdomen, and covering you with the blankets. After a little while he comes back with snacks and the tv remote, laying next to you.

He cuddles you in his arms, massaging your lower back, soothing the sharp pain coursing through your body.

You spend the evening like that, cuddled in his arms while watching a tv show.

[kurokawaia]

❛ He's Unexperienced ❜

Postwar!Virgin!Uchiha Sasuke X fem!Reader

WC; 2.6k+ | ! MDNI ! | TW/CW; afab reader, she/her pronouns, oral -> male receiving, blowjob, experienced reader, reader is the dom here, reader is playful and flirty, PIV, PWP, riding, grinding, fem!dom x male!sub

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) Hello :) l have a new request for Sasuke again , can you please write first time with Sasuke , like he is a virgin ( sorry I have a virgin kink :,) and reader has some experience. Like they liked each other in the academy days and were together in team 7 but after he left the village reader tried forgetting him by going out with other boys . Could you please make reader soft Dom and flirty / playful , you can make them in his baddie arc or postwar (whatever you want) , sorry I am demanding too much details but this is what came to my mind :)) - @enouche

honey's a/note :: I have made sure to add your two other requests into this, the morning after and the bj :) -> req2 req3, THIS WAS LONGER THAN I MEANT IT TO BE LMAOOO

m.list | naruto/boruto m.list | uchiha m.list

It had been several years since Sasuke left the village, pursuing his own path of vengeance. For {Y/n}, his departure had left a void that seemed impossible to fill.

She hadn't bothered to help in bringing him back, she didn't want to, it was his choice, right?

Before Sasuke came back she was filled with an empty feeling, a need to forget. She would walk through Konoha, her mind drifting back to the days she spent with Sasuke. The memories were bittersweet; She had loved him deeply, but that love had turned into a painful reminder of what could never be.

{Y/n} began to seek sex in the company of others. She dated different men, hoping to find a connection that could help her forget Sasuke. With each relationship, she gained more experience in all aspects, love, what to give, sex, learning about herself and what she wanted from a partner. However, none of them could truly replace the space Sasuke had left in her heart.

Her first relationship after Sasuke departed was with Kenta.

Next was Hirosh.

Then there was Daichi.

One evening, as {Y/n} strolled through the village, she felt a familiar presence. Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned to see Sasuke standing there. He had returned.

"Sasuke," she whispered.

He approached her slowly, his expression unreadable. "{Y/n}," he replied softly. "It's been a long time."

They stood in silence, the weight of their shared past hanging heavily between them. Finally, Y/N found the courage to speak. "Why are you here?"

"I've finished what I needed to do," Sasuke said, his gaze never leaving hers. "I've come back to make amends. Naruto brought me back."

{Y/n}'s heart ached at his words. She had spent so long trying to move on, yet seeing him again brought all her feelings rushing back. "I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," Sasuke replied, taking a step closer. "I know I've hurt you. And I understand if you can't forgive me."

Tears welled up in {Y/n}'s eyes. "Sasuke, you left a hole in my heart that no one else could fill. I've tried to move on, but..."

Sasuke gently wiped away her tears, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "I never stopped thinking about you, {Y/n}. I realized too late what I had lost."

{Y/n} looked into his eyes, searching for the truth in his words. She could see the sincerity, the regret, and the hope. "Sasuke," she began, her voice trembling, "I don't know if we can go back to what we were. But maybe we can start anew."

A small, rare smile appeared on Sasuke's face. "I'd like that."

The weeks passed in a blur of shared moments and tentative steps toward rebuilding your relationship. You and Sasuke spent your days training together, reminiscing about the past, and forging new memories. With each passing day, your bond grew stronger, the wounds of the past slowly healing.

One evening, as you sat on the rooftop of your apartment, watching the stars, an unspoken tension filled the air. The closeness you shared had become undeniable, the unaddressed feelings bubbling just beneath the surface.

"Sasuke," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "do you ever think about... us?"

Sasuke turned to you, his gaze intense and unwavering. "Every day," he admitted. "I think about what we could have been, and what we could still be."

Heart pounding, you took a deep breath. "I've been trying to forget you, to move on. But no matter how hard I try, you're always there, in my heart."

Sasuke reached out, gently cupping your face in his hand. "I've made mistakes, {Y/n}. But if you'll have me, I want to make things right. I want us to have a future."

Tears filled your eyes, but this time, they were tears of hope. "I want that too, Sasuke."

Without another word, Sasuke closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. It was a kiss that spoke of years of longing and unspoken feelings, a kiss that promised a new beginning.

As your lips parted, you gazed at each other, breathless and full of emotion. Sasuke's hand slid down to your waist, pulling you closer, and you responded in kind, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Your kisses grew more intense, fueled by the pent-up desire and the deep connection you shared. Sasuke's hand roamed your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer still.

Time seemed to stand still as you made out under the starry sky, the world around you fading away. In that moment, nothing else mattered—only the love you had rediscovered and the promise of a future together.

As you finally pulled away, both breathless and flushed, you rested your forehead against Sasuke's. "I'm glad you're back," you whispered.

Sasuke smiled, a genuine smile that lit up his face. "So am I, {Y/n}. So am I."

"Sasuke..." you asked slowly, "I..."

"What is it?" he asked, confused.

You press your lips against his once more, your tongue slipping into his mouth causing a surprised groan to leave his mouth into your own. The arm wrapped around your waist tightened, pulling you closer to him.

Pulling away from his mouth, your hands place themselves onto his chest, nails lightly scratching his covered skin, skin that you so desperately wanted to see. "Can we fuck, please," you ask, a flirty undertone in your voice.

Sasuke's eyes widen, not knowing what to say. "If you don't want to-"

"I haven't done anything like this before," Sasuke replied, a soft pink hue coating his pale cheeks and you let a soft smirk spread onto your plump lips.

"Well," you say, whispering into his ear. "Good thing you have me here to help you out with that."

"Have you..." he trailed off slowly, unsure what to ask you, not wanting you to feel offended.

"I have had sex before, Sasuke," you reply swiftly and you could see Sasuke's jaw clench. "Only because I wanted to forget you," you reassured. "But you have me all to yourself now."

Sasuke let out a hum before he forwardly gripped your hair and smashed his lips against yours, wanting to hear the soft mewls that escaped your mouth previously when you two kissed.

A gasp left your mouth. Not only from the sensation of Sasuke kissing you with a new fervour but his bulge was prominent in his slacks, pressing against your soaked cunt. "Sasuke," you breathed out against his lips. "I-Inside," you smirk.

And then, you two messily made your way to the bed. You discarded Sasuke's shirt and slacks while you were left in a softly laced bra and plain panties. You pushed Sasuke to the bed and sat onto his lap, tongue entangling with his once more while Sasuke didn't know what to do.

You were experienced, he thought, and he wasn't. He had no choice but to let you and your forward, flirty demeanour to take over every single inch of his body, a dull sense of pleasure coursing through his veins. But, the more you continued to make Sasuke groan against your lips the more the pleasure was growing stronger in his body.

"Can I touch you?" you asked, breathing heavily.

Sasuke's head lolls back against the bed head, a lump being swallowed evidently in his throat, and the sight make you swell while your nipples perked underneath the lacy fabric. "Yeah," he replied, a his hand running through his hair.

My eyes lit up and I slipped his boxers down, his thick and long length hitting his abs. A hiss leaves his mouth at the contact. You held the base of his cock with one hand while your other hand went for his throbbing tip, Sasuke jerked at the sensation, a shaky hand covering his mouth.

Your fingers continued the play with the pre-cum spilling from his slit before the flat of your tongue slide slowly up the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins that rippled up to the head of his cock.

Sasukes head was thrown back but his eyes remained on yours, your eyes looking up at him, innocent and doe, although, Sasuke now knows what you truly are capable of. Sasuke continued to cover his mouth with his hand which made you pout.

"Sasuke," you called, letting your tongue leave his swollen length which caused a deep sigh to leave his mouth. You pull his hand away from his mouth and guided it to your hair, making him wrap his fingers around the tousles of your hair. "You being quite quiet, but I wanna hear all the sounds lave your mouth, 'kay?" you continued in a gentle tone, a smirk interlaced with your voice in the process.

But all that Sasuke could do was finally let out a groan when the hand that was gripping his base slid up and down slowly, sliding effortlessly due to his slick that beaded at his tip. You felt his grip loosen around your hair. "Ah ah," you hum to him caused him to let out an annoyed sigh, clearly he wasn't aware that he could make any sort of those lewd noises.

Mellos head was thrown back while a deep groan emitted from his lips while his grip tightened in my hair. My fingers played with the slit of his shaft, spreading the precum that spilled from his swollen tip causing a hiss to leave his mouth.

Finally taking his throbbing length into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his pink tip before you made your way down his cock. Trying to take him as deep as you could without gagging. You used one of your hands to jerk the rest you couldn't possibly take down. Your other hand slayed on his lower abdomen.

Groans left Sasuke pretty lips, and they get more frequent when you take him further into your hot and slick mouth. "Such pretty sounds," you say as you lift yourself from his length before going down again, wanting to feel his come spill in your mouth, wanting to feel how his body will jerk and tremble under your touch.

Sasuke began to move your head through the tuffs of your hair, and you hummed in content, feeling so happy that he was finally having some dominance over you. You loved how you were almost gagging on his length, but you still wanted more of him.

Tears began to well in you eyes at the pace and gagging at every hit. HIs eyes widen at the sight of your doe eyes spilling with tears as you took him in your sloppy mouth. Sasuke sped up the pace of his movements, causing more tears to spill from your eyes. He lets out a chocked moan as you hollowed your cheeks which caused him to falter in his advances. His load spills into your mouth as he pulls away from you.

You instinctively let the sticky load spill from your mouth, letting the white liquid fall onto the bed beside you. Wiping your mouth you straddle Sasukes lap. His eyes were closed and was breathing heavily before his eyes snapped open at his dick being clenched by something again, but walls that were softer and tighter.

“Fuck, Sasuke... So big,” you moan, feeling the thick, lengthy cock split you open. A moan rasped from Sasukes mouth as you sunk yourself down onto his cock, still hard and throbbing. Your eyes lit up at the sound, the noise going straight to your gummy walls. A pleasured sigh leaves your mouth while Sasuke's hand went straight to your hip, gripping your plump flesh.

Your hands splayed themselves on his abs as you were now flush against his abdomen. A moan leaves your lips as his cock was perfectly hitting that soft, gummy spot inside your cunt. No words left Sasukes mouth but he absolutely loved the feeling of your hot walls tightly squeeze his dick, the words replaced by the groans and moans that he found out, you loved to hear.

"Sasuke," you breath out, beginning to move your hips, moving up and down the full length of his cock. Your clit grinds down against his abdomen, adding extra tingles to shoot through your body.

"{Y/n} please," Sasuke groans, his hand gripping your hip tighter.

"Huh?" you smirk with a humoured tone, struggling to keep up with the pleasure and converse with him at the same time. "Do you want to come?"

"Yeah," he replies breathlessly.

"Where, love? Inside? I'm not opposed," you giggle.

Sasuke's hips jerk up into your own, causing your body to fall forward and his arm wraps around you back as he fucks into your body, moans spilling from your mouth. Sasuke and you pound int each others, moans and chant of each others names spilling from the two of your mouths.

Sasuke squishes himself deeply inside you, a loud groan slipping from his mouth as his come spills thickly inside your now full womb. You came at the same time and there was a creamy ring of your mixed comes around his softening lenght.

You slide yourself off and you let out a soft whine before pressing your lips against his, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

"I love you, Sasuke," you say against his lips.

"I love you," he replied, love coaxed in his pupil blown eyes.

The kitchen was filled with the delicious aroma of freshly prepared food, mingling with the lingering warmth of their recent closeness. Sasuke stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as you both leaned against the counter. His breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"I want you again," Sasuke murmured, his voice low and husky. He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You chuckled softly, turning your head to meet his gaze. "We need to eat, Sasuke. The food's getting cold."

His dark eyes bore into yours, a smirk playing on his lips. "I don't mind if it gets a little colder."

You playfully swatted his arm. "Come on, we can continue later. Besides, you need to keep up your strength," you teased, reaching for a plate of food.

Sasuke sighed, his grip loosening slightly. "You're right. But don't think I'm letting you off the hook that easily."

You smiled, handing him a plate. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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taglist :: @enouche @lovelyandproblematic

@sugu-love @why-are-you-still-awake

[kentocidal]

10:34PM || SAWAMURA DAICHI

users: sawamura daichi x fem!afab!reader

cws: marathon sex. daddy kink. dacryphilia. size kink. prone bone. use of stoplight system check-in. selfship coded.

from the program: whoops.

daichi sawamura has a lot of energy. he used to be an athlete, now working in a high-intensity position as a firefighter. his body, though not as lean as it used to be back in high school, is still muscular and well built. he moves like water, adrenaline on high when his phone pings and he gets up from the dinner table to rush to a fire call. despite being older now, he still contains that boyish energy, a part of him that takes a long time to extinguish. he does not get tired easily.

this directly translates into his sex life with you.

daichi holds you up by your hips and fucks into you with a fervor that should be incriminating. his cock is thick and hefty in comparison to his average length. you feel like you’re ripping in half every time the tip of his cock presses into your g-spot and fills you to the brim.

his balls slap against your twitching clit, overstimulation having already been pushed through your veins as he works you towards another orgasm. he can feel it in the way your thighs shake and your cunt clenches around the length of his cock, and he sucks in pants through his gritted teeth.

“c’mon baby, again, do it again for me.”

you’d already cum once, a frothy ring making the bedroom fill with wet sounds as his cock gets coated in your spend. he didn’t stop, and he clearly won’t, not until he’s satisfied and you’re fucked out of your mind.

“daddy-!” you cry into your pillows with a half-sob, nails curling into the sheets so hard you fear you might tear the fabric. he’d assured you, once, that he bought high thread count sheets so you could claw at them and they’d never rip. or maybe he was finding excuses to spoil you, since you always denied his attempts to do so.

you felt the telltale sign of your impending orgasm suddenly start spreading through your stomach, and you gasped before letting out a guttural moan as your high crashed into you like a bus. you shook, knees giving out from under you. daichi was there to keep his cock buried deep in your convulsing cunt by wrapping a thick arm around your waist, groaning from the feeling of you around him.

“thaaat’s it, babygirl. that’s daddy’s good girl, perfect. much better.”

your blood roared in your ears as he slowly lowered your body down to the mattress, your sheets feeling damp to the touch. it was probably from how sweaty you both were, not that you had the capacity to care after the mind-numbing orgasm you just had.

you heard the sniffles before you felt them, the wet tracks of tears starting to cool against your cheeks. you weren’t sad, far from it, and yet your body was reacting to the strong wave of emotion and feeling.

“daddy,” you whined out, dragging out the ‘y’ at the end, and daichi groaned low in his throat.

you felt his cock jump in your heat, still buried deep, and it made you whimper loudly.

“you okay baby? you crying over daddy’s cock?”

“i-…” you couldn’t find words, not when daichi was suddenly laying over your back and planting the balls of his feet on the mattress. his one hand found the back of yours and slotted his fingers between your own, holding your hand down to the pillows; the other shifted to swipe your tears away with his thumb.

“color?”

“g-green,” you hiccuped, and you almost immediately felt the slow drag of daichi’s cock pulling back before bullying its way back in. you punched out a warbled moan; he had you flat against the mattress, humping into you like a man starved. he was so big — he felt like a weighted blanket over your back and it made you almost feel tiny in comparison to his broad shoulders and softened stomach.

he still hadn’t cum.

“again. just one more. again.”

it would not be just one more. you prayed it wouldn’t be just one more.

[imissnanami]

hello & welcome <3

Welcome to my writing blog! I post NSFW so MDNI & AGELESS blogs too please!!

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[blucassiopeia]

The Art of Waiting

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, angst? comfort? fluff? i dont know how to categorize this

A Sugawara Koshi x reader one shot or maybe not

a/n: ehem hope you all like this, you be the judgeーis this fluff or angst?

Daichi is clueless, and irritating, and pushy, andーbam! Koshi stubbed his pinky toe at the side of his bed. He doubled over in his bed through the pain coursing through his leg, it's tearing him up.

"DAICHI YOU IDIOOOOT!!"

"KEEP IT DOWN!"

His dorm-neighbor yelled back through the walls. He bit his lip as he soothed the pain and cursing his bestfriend in his mind, killing him as he did. His eyes might lasered a hole at the wall he's facing in the intense imagination he's having.

He rubbed his eyes in his knees in hopes of curbing the pain and irritation he's feeling since he got Daichi's text that morning.

"Just meet her, okay. If it doesn't work, then no biggie. You have to date around, Suga."

Like hell! You have to date around Suga, he is even SOOO dense with Yui's feelings, how fucking of an idiot is he to say that to him! And Asahiーthe innocent and timid Asahiーeven supported thisーUgh!

"Well, we're not getting any younger, Suga. Just give it a try."

"Fuck it!" He rashly got on his feet andーbam! "MOTHERFUCKER!!"

"SUGAWARA!"

He groaned a loud apology and got on the showers through the pain in his pinky toe. He has to get over this quickly. He has to get back to Karasuno the day after to see her. It's their usual weekend routine. No one's gonna ruin it. Not even this blind date he's having in an hour.

Your eyes rounded with your lips when you got a text from Daichi about a blind date with his friend, Sugawara Koshi. You knew of him, trailing with Daichi whenever vacants were on, you sneaking glances on him as he walks by you in certain places around the campus. This is not even a blind date for you. He is your crush. And Daichi is clueless, much to your amusement.

You squealed and hid your face with your pillow, thinking of this unearthly chance you got, thanking Daichi and the heavens for it. You stared at his text one more time and got all smiles again.

"His name is Sugawara Koshi, Y/n. He's outgoing, you'll like him. Go have a blind date with him, okay? I'll be grateful if this works out, two of my unacquainted friends getting to know each other."

Yes, Daichi. Yes. And I'll be forever and ever be grateful to you if this works out., you thought as you buried your face again in your pillow squealing again.

Three hours still to go but you decided to start picking whichever cute clothes you would wear to impress Koshi. Time to get that man of your dreams.

It was a cloudy 4pm afternoon and the spring air gets chilly in your lungs. You love the feeling. Spring is blooming from winter, and this is spring for you. You excitedly got into this cafe near the campus and saw him on the edge, sitting, fiddling on his phone as he stares outside.

You can die right then and there at his side-profile, you can't wipe the smile off your face as you walk to the table he's in. He spotted you when you're three steps in. He flashed a grin and stood up, offering an "Hi. You look cute." You can die already at the compliment.

"Hi. Thanks. I'm Y/n. You must be Sugawara Koshi?" Act innocent, check!

He nodded, still grinning at you. "Yes. C'mon, sit."

You sat across him and stared at him for a brief second before grinning back at him. "Well, um.. Daichi.." You trailed, lost for words at this event. Oh my God, I love you Daichi!

"Yep. Daichi is our mutual friend." He rubbed the back of his neck and ruffled his hair as he goes. "He can be pushy sometimes. I'm sorry."

"No, no. It's okay. I also wanted to meet new people around the circle." He nodded, dimples forming in his lower cheeks you wanted to poke them. But behave, you.

Both of you ordered some snacks as you both shared some infos and cues you got. No matter how shallow, you're exhilerated on getting to even speak with him, much more on getting to know him. He was what you expected, and as what Daichi said, outgoing. And all smiles. And funny. And charming, and so so adorable. His smiles never left his lips as he talks, asking you questions about your college experience and course. You answered diligently, joking through to which he throws a joke back to make you both laugh.

It was wonderful. It was candid.

Till it dropped, all at once.

You saw his grinning and enjoying expression dropped as a jingle sounded through the cafe. His eyes were not on you but on someone farther back. His eyes, not blinking, you became curious. You turned around and found a couple so familiar. They both didn't notice you and Koshi as they made their way to the other edge of the cafe. That was when you faced Koshi. His eyes are still on them, more specifically, to the golden haired girlーlady.

"Sugawara? Are you okay?" His eyes achingly slow to meet yours, blinking harshly. He found his composure a couple of seconds later and cleared his throat, avoiding your eyes. "Yes. I'm sorry. I was justー"

"Do you know Tsukishima Ran, andー"

His gaze fell so harshly on you again, "You know herーI mean, them?"

"Y-yeah. I'm blockmates with that man with her a year ago. I told you I'm an engineering student."

"Oh." And lingering silence. All the excitement you felt flew out of the spring afternoon outside. You're not dumb at what Koshi's showing you right now. His fleeting gazes at the other edge of the cafe and distracted answers that were once not before the couple walked in.

You gulped a hard lump. "Shall we call it a day? I still have papers due tomorrow. I'm sorry."

"I wanna walk you back to your dorm Y/n." Your brows shot up at his sincere tone. His eyes, pleading. "But can we wait for them to leave first? IーI can help with your papers if this favor goes too late."

Pleading not for you. But you have to show him mercy. He's still your crush, and a budding love at that. You can feel he's in a tight spot right now and who are you to deny your help to him.

It was not so long when the couple left the cafe without even noticing Koshi's there and eyeing them.

You stood silently with Koshi and he walked you back to your dorm as he promised, not sparing a talk, or even an explanation. Do you even deserve an explanation? You just got to know the man. But you swore you won't let this chance go by.

"Can I get your number, Sugawara? Daichi might push us for seconds to his delight." You smiled at him, surprisingly genuine given the atmosphere.

He stuttered and got jumpy as he fished out his phone from his pocket. "Can I have yours too?" You knew he saw how your eyes glittered on him as he asked that so his adorable grin was showcased again in front of you.

You bit your lip as you exchanged numbers with him and waved him goodbye.

Koshi was slumped infront of his desk that morning, phone on top of his desk, buzzing and buzzing as the GC kept on with the convo. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, pinching the root of his nose. His classes will start in two hours and he's still not prepared for the day. He can't bring himself to move. That image from yesterday afternoon was still in his mind. He swallowed hard.

A knock, no, slaps on his door were heard moments after. He rolled his eyes knowing who it is. The culprit.

"You look dead." Koshi left the door open for Daichi to enter, Asahi surprisingly following him.

"How was it?" Asahi was the one who asked. The it was probably the blind date happened with you but his mind somehow stuttered.

"She's cool."

They came asking for more questions and he knows it's not what they came for. He sighed as the suspected topic started. He kept drumming his fingers on the armrest of his chair. He smiled through their words of affirmation for the couple, how they were happy.

They're not aware of Koshi's feelings. Of course. He never shown it to anyone. Maybe he did but was too subtle to notice.

The second dateーnot a blind date anymore!ーwas when this event came a month later. It's not a date actually, he said, but he was taking you as his date. You said yes then and there, eyes sparkling and excitement were washing over you. His usual grin was pasted in his face once again. He was thankful you agreed witn the set-up because he doesn't know who to take. And he can't show up alone, not whenーhe closed his eyes to shut his thoughts down.

And he has to try it for you. But he can't be an asshole. Never. Never in a million years. Not to you.

"You're beautiful, Y/n." He was dashing in his two-piece gray and black suit, matching your gray dress.

"You're dashing too, Mr. Sugawara." You took his hand as you stepped out of the car and walked to the venue with him.

"C'mon. You can call me Suga." He grinned at you that made you fell harder, you blushed hard. By now, he might've known you have a crush on him way before the blind date. Daichi has no intentions of leaving that part unknown to Koshi when you shared it with him after the first date.

The reception went on and renowned singers were in the pavillion to sing songs for the newly wedded coupleーthe couple you saw at that fated cafe. The others were already in the center of the reception and slow-dancing to the songs.

You were enjoying your eyes to the familiar faces you've somehow seen in the university or those volleyball league matches you watched in interest of Koshi's you're desperately adapting. You also found some friends from your block that's mutual friends with the groom. And it all happened suddenly. Koshi stood up and offered his hand to you, prompting you to take it with his usual grin you really love.

"Yesss~" Daichi was musing across the table at his friend's gestures. "That's it, Suga! That's it!", and there goes Asahi too.

But your focus is on Koshi, and how he ignored the cheers of his friends from the table and from the nearby one. His eyes were focused on his hand offered to you across the noise all over him. You smiled and took it, to which his eyes fluttered to you apologetically. You grinned at him reassuringly and you let him take you to dance to the next song the singers prepared.

Koshi was nervous. He don't know how to open this up to you, or is it even the right time to do this? He took a shaky breath and grinned as he exhales, basking in your unsuspecting beauty as you both sway to the song. Your eyes were on him, and still grinning. He can't let that grin disappear. But maybe he can. His lashes fluttered fast at the pending words he's about to say.

"Y/n. We might not talk after this but you deserve all my honesty." You waited for him to continue, still staring and swaying. All of the people were blurring around you, auto-focusing on Koshi.

"It's her." And you knew what he meant. Your grin turned to smile as he continues. "I don't want to be in a relationship where it's still her that's all I think about. I have.. to heal first. By myself." There's a sad and conflicted glint in his eyes and you took it to heart, rubbing his shoulder for him to continue.

"I don't want you to wait for me." You stuttered in your sways and steps til you come to a halt. He stopped with you, rubbing miniscule strokes on your waist where his hands are. "You can mingle and date around." You gulped and took it in, deep breaths and you swayed again with the song. He thankfully obliged. The last thing you both want is attention.

"I can't promise anything, but Iーwhen I'm done healing, I'll come look for you again. I wanted for this to work. You came in a bad time for me, y'know. But I don't want to cage you. You have your freedom. I won't.. do that to you. IーY/n, Iー"

"Okay, Suga." You peeked at his lowered head, lifting his chin up with your delicate touch. "Okay." You grinned at him and touched his cheek to which he held it and rubbed his cheek against, glazing eyes on you.

But you never came in the wrong time, it was just right. You both know it. He's just too decent to say it. All that happened in your life and his led to this moment. You never regretted coming to that cafe, never regretted you asked for his number. Never regretted saying yes to him asking if he can take you to the wedding. You never regretted anything. And he's glad to know you won't judge him, that you'll be there waiting even if he doesn't want you to wait. Heartwarming. It already healed a portion of him. A couple more to go.

You both blushed hard at your own realizations and the song clearly mirrored your moment with him, you have to speak to the singer after to know the title so maybe you can download it and listen to it until the time is right. Until Sugawara Koshi's ready for you.

Semi Eita | Kuroo Tetsurou | Akaashi Keiji | Sakusa Kiyoomi | Kageyama Tobio | Oikawa Tooru | Miya Osamu

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated. Theories will be entertained. Cassie 2023.

[no1frogfan]

Desire lines, part 2

Kuroo x afab reader

Series synopsis: Against his wishes, Kuroo must hire a personal assistant. You’re not exactly the right person for the job, but it’s a job, and you need the money. Inspired by Robert Macfarlane’s definition of desire lines in landscapes: “paths and tracks made over time by the wishes and feet of walkers, especially those paths that run contrary to design or planning.”

Chapter word count: ~2.4k

Chapter tags & warnings: none afaik

Note: I said this was going to come out on Sunday, but I became obsessed and couldn’t help finishing early. So you get it early.

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2. A foot in the door

“OH! OH! What about Takata?” Bokuto yells excitedly, “He’s responsible!”

Akaashi immediately shoots him down. “I don’t think Takata would want to quit his stable accounting job to do something like this, Kou.”

“Hmm…” Bokuto knocks his head with his fist. “OH! What about Iwasaki? She just quit as one of the MSBY managers recently and she’s really pretty.”

Akaashi shoots him down again. “Iwasaki quit the manager position because she’s 7 months pregnant and wants to stay at home with the baby after it’s born.”

Bokuto pouts into his drink. “You think of someone then Keiji.”

Akaashi wracks his brain, but, “Sorry Kuroo, I don’t think we know anyone that fits the bill.” He smiles apologetically, “But if we do come up with someone, we’ll definitely let you know.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Kuroo waves him off, “Tell me what you two have been up to?”

And that’s how ten days fly by with no solution in sight.

Two weeks hadn’t felt quite so urgent when he’d asked for suggestions from Akaashi and Bokuto on day one, but now he’d asked everyone around him for help — Kenma, Yaku, Kai, Daichi…even Lev and Tsukishima — and still nobody fitting had materialized.

You’d think it’d be an easy task to find someone who is 1) trustworthy, and 2) looking for an easy job. There must be thousands of people in Tokyo who meet both those criteria, but strangely, none of his friends knew any of them.

Trustworthiness was actually the easier requirement. Pretty much every potential candidate his friends came up with could be trusted to keep the deal secret from Nishida and the office gossips. Surprisingly, the more difficult requirement has been the job itself. Kuroo didn’t understand at first. After all, this would be perfect for someone just out of college, for example, hoping to save up some money while they search for a more permanent position. But, as Daichi reminded him, most of those bright, young college graduates are looking to break into a new field, and that means meeting and working with people in that field, not spending all day at a dead-end position, even if it’s an easy job with a great salary.

With less than four days left until Nishida’s deadline, the panic is starting to bubble up.

Kuroo dunks his head under the water one last time and steps out of the shower. Wrapping a towel loosely around his waist, he pads to the kitchen for his morning coffee — well, noon coffee at this point.

As if on cue, the phone buzzes on the counter as he walks by. He answers without glancing at the screen, using his shoulder to hold the phone against the side of his face. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Iwaizumi.”

Kuroo breaks out in a smile. “Hey man, what’s up?”

“I’m in town for a few days. Want to grab coffee?”

Kuroo might be short on time to resolve this whole assistant issue, but then again, tackling the problem head-on hasn’t been working, so maybe some time away to rethink his approach is just what he needs. Anyway, Iwaizumi doesn’t come back to Japan too often these days. “Of course! Where should I meet you?”

“I’ll text you the address. I’m already here talking to a friend so drop by whenever,” Iwaizumi tells him before hanging up.

An hour later, Kuroo steps through the front door of the cafe. He immediately spots a hulking Iwaizumi facing away and talking with someone he doesn’t recognize. Like Iwaizumi, they’re dressed comfortably in blue jeans and a tank top, soaking up the sun spilling in from the huge windows.

Kuroo grins as he walks up behind Iwaizumi, clapping a hand to his shoulder. “Didn’t think you were the type to pick someone up at a cafe, Iwaizumi.”

Iwaizumi whips around, stammering, “I- no- it’s not like that!” Until he registers who it is. “Oh, Kuroo,” he grumbles, thoroughly unamused.

You giggle at the dozen expressions that flitted across Iwa’s face in that split second. Turning to the stranger, you introduce yourself. “I’m pretty sure his partner would have a few things to say about that. Iwa and I are friends from college.”

Kuroo shakes your outstretched hand. “Kuroo Tetsurou. Iwaizumi and I were volleyball rivals in high school.”

You nod to him as you stand up. “Well, volleyball rival Kuroo-san, it’s nice to meet you. And Iwa, I’m glad we got to catch up a little. Let’s chat again soon?”

Iwaizumi’s arm flies out to block your way. “You’re leaving already?”

“Yeah, I don’t want to impose…”

“You’re not imposing. I’m sure Kuroo doesn’t mind.” Iwaizumi doesn’t bother looking to him for confirmation.

Kuroo shrugs, “Up to you.”

“Such enthusiasm,” you deadpan, but sit back down. “You two go on and order then, I’ll guard our table.”

Iwaizumi gets up to keep Kuroo company and you take the chance to look Kuroo over. Standing next to Iwa, Kuroo looks a touch taller than him (even accounting for the messy hair) and less broad, but still clearly athletic. In the warmth of the cafe, he takes off his bomber jacket, revealing the simple long-sleeve shirt he’s wearing over a pair of black jeans. He definitely knows how to highlight his lean frame, well-built arms, and…you should probably stop ogling his ass.

You quickly tear your eyes away when they spin around. (There was a small tussle at the register as they each clamored to pay. Predictably, Iwa won out.) They’re both engrossed in conversation as they walk back to the table, allowing you to bury your face in your coffee with minimal embarrassment.

You watch amused as the two sit down. You’ve only ever seen Hajime like this with Tooru. Perhaps it’s because Kuroo and Tooru have a similar impish energy. You listen to Kuroo push and prod at Iwa playfully, asking after him and tormenting him in the span of a single phrase. Iwa meanwhile endures the teasing like a veteran, snapping back a few of his own gruff retorts that make Kuroo cackle like a madman.

All the while, the conversation weaves in and out of business.

“Well, work has really kept me busy, but I’m doing fine! How long are you in Tokyo this time?”

“Only a week,” Hajime complains, “but I should be back again soon for a few months to set up the new training regimen.”

Kuroo hums into his coffee. “Think I could get you to help with a JVA promotion?”

“You ask me that every time. But sure. How’s Kenma?” Iwaizumi grunts.

Kuroo wipes some condensation off his glass. “Kenma’s fine. He’s had his nose stuck in a new game for a while now.”

Hajime nods. “And your grandparents?”

“Ah, yea, they’re also doing fine.” His voice sounds lighter than before, but you’re probably just imagining it. You look over at Iwaizumi. Or maybe not, because a soft crease forms on Iwa’s brow.

But as you expect, Iwa doesn’t push him. He lets Kuroo lead the conversation back to work and to his current predicament. “After today, I’ve still got three more days to find someone, so my luck’s not entirely run out yet.”

A thoughtful look crosses Iwaizumi's face.

Oh no, he’s not—

“Weren’t you just telling me you were looking for something temporary?” Iwa asks you.

“Uh, well, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind…”

Iwaizumi leans forward, gesturing toward you but addressing Kuroo, “They would be a great asset to the JVA, you know.” Kuroo’s attention swivels to you. “They moved to Japan to get into more literature translation, you know poems, novels, stuff like that, but they’ve got experience with all kinds of Japanese-English translation. We’ve worked together before at post-game interviews and conferences and I’ve always been impressed by their competence and professionalism. Gets along well with the players too. That kind of expertise must be in high demand for an organization like the JVA.”

Turning back to you, Iwa adds, “It sounds like the position doesn’t include many responsibilities, and since you just moved here, this would be a great opportunity to earn some money while you work on getting your foot in the door with the publishers.”

You frown, eyes locked on the empty mug in your hands as if the foamy dregs might form an answer. He’s not wrong, but…

Kuroo eyes you appraisingly. If Iwaizumi is vouching for you, then you’re definitely trustworthy. And he can’t deny that having interpretation experience will come in very handy for the upcoming FIVB meetings, not to mention you definitely sound competent enough to type up some meeting notes. Plus, unlike his other prospects so far, it seems like working as his assistant for now might actually be perfect for your long-term goals…

“Sounds like a great idea!” Kuroo declares.

“…At least give me some time to think about it,” you mutter, intensely aware of their expectant gazes.

“Ok, but let me know by tomorrow night,” Kuroo replies confidently.

You shove another spoonful of cereal into your mouth, ignoring the milk that sloshes off the spoon and splashes back into the bowl. The texture is awful. The flakes are almost completely soggy and spongy after sitting untouched for the past few minutes.

Your mind is elsewhere.

You’d woken up way too early for a Sunday, mind plagued by Kuroo’s offer since the three of you parted ways yesterday afternoon.

You wash the soggy slime off your tongue with a sip of coffee — instant Nescafe, sadly, though you’re wistful for another latte or even an americano.

Maybe writing things out will help you think it through more clearly. You smooth out a piece of used scratch paper and turn it over to draw a simple cross on the page. On the top left, you write PROS and on the top right CONS.

First.

Under PROS, you write easy job. Kuroo made it clear that you wouldn’t have to do much. Aside from showing up every day and sitting at a desk, the only other thing you’d have to do is attend his meetings and type up meeting notes. Like Iwa said, that theoretically leaves you with a lot of time for your own things.

Sighing, you jot too easy? under CONS. An easy job isn’t bad, but it might end up becoming awkward if other people have different expectations of you than Kuroo does. What if his boss gives you extra responsibilities, or wants you to report to him on Kuroo’s schedule? The problem with this arrangement is that it’s vague and hence unpredictable. It may end up turning into a real, full-time job despite your understanding with Kuroo.

Moving on to the thorniest problem.

You add Kuroo under PROS. He’s undeniably attractive, and if Hajime is friends with him, then he’s probably a pretty good guy and a pretty good boss. Under normal circumstances, you’d be thrilled to have some eye candy around and possibly even a hookup at your fingertips, but—

You reluctantly write Kuroo again under CONS. But Kuroo would be your boss. That makes him 10,000% off limits. God forbid you hook up and things go south as they’re wont to do. You’d not only jeopardize your income, you might also jeopardize Kuroo’s job and his friendship with Iwaizumi.

Finally, by far the biggest pro, and you’d saved it for last.

MONEY. You underline it once. The salary is generous, more than generous. (You pull up your bank account balance for what feels like the hundredth time, hoping you might have read the numbers wrong the last 99 times. Nope, still the same.) You haven’t mentioned your dwindling bank account to anyone, but let’s just say you’re not feeling so optimistic now that you’ve been unemployed for four months. So unless you just happen to land a huge project (technically, anything’s possible) like, today (it’s still the morning, so…), with a big advance upfront (ok, that’s never happening), soon you’re not even going to be able to afford cereal and instant coffee.

Who are you kidding? You underline MONEY two more times in resignation. The longer you wait, the closer you’ll get to the point where you’ll have to take literally anything. There’s no way in hell you can turn this down.

You text Kuroo before you can change your mind.

His reply comes almost instantly: Perfect! You can start tomorrow. The address is…

Monday morning, you head into the office for the first time, thanking your nerves for setting your alarm too early and leaving the house with time to spare because figuring out the subway transfers during rush hour ended up being more confusing than you anticipated. Even though you left a half hour early, you arrive with only a minute to collect your thoughts as you ride the elevator up to the 38th floor.

A passing employee directs you to Kuroo’s office door. You smooth down your clothes before knocking quietly and waiting for a “come in.”

“You’re here!”

Kuroo steps out from behind his desk with a relieved smile and you thank the gods you spent the rest of yesterday and one full month’s rent investing in nicer officewear as your eyes travel up from his brown leather oxfords, up along his slim navy suit pants, to the matching navy vest cinching his waist, up the rolled-up sleeves of the white-button down shirt, up the gold polka-dot tie topped with a perfect windsor knot, all the way up to his golden eyes. His hair is still an absolute disaster, but it somehow works together, giving him an aura of charm rather than vanity. Yeah, your old, cheap, ill-fitting tops and suit pants would have been an embarrassment.

“Just in time, too. My first meeting today is in 15 minutes.”

He walks toward you, stopping to stand a little ways away as he continues. (Now that he’s closer, you realize the pattern on his tie isn’t polka dots, but tiny paw prints.) He holds out a hand toward toward the empty desk you passed on your way in. “Why don’t you get set up at the desk and I’ll grab you on my way there? After the meeting, I’ll introduce you to Nishida-san and a few other people around the office.”

He's just close enough that the spicy musk of his cologne tickles the edge of your senses. You’ve been here less than a minute and already you’re tempted to pull him in for a deeper lungful.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

the realization that you’ve just created your magnum opus is such a strange, fleeting one

[harveybwabbit92]

[Spark doll au: R/n is being hunted by an alien hit-man, but they are awful at their job. they fail at every opportunity to take her out and get injured as a result, then when it seemed like their luck had turned around and they had R/n cornered; a speeding ice-truck seem to come out of nowhere saving her at the last second.]

Daichi, stares at R/n in disbelief: You bought ice cream?

R/n, eating a SpongeBob Popsicle: Yeah!

X: From the same truck that ran over the hit-man??

R/n: Well me being hot ain’t gonna help 'em. Ah....Wait, Hit man?

{Turns out R/n had no idea the alien was trying kill her, she thought they were some poor rando who was really accident prone.]

[meowdarame]

haikyuu boys cum analysis

pairings: multiple timeskip haikyuu boys x afab!reader

warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI! cum. copious amounts of it. and slight breeding kink, but it comes with the territory.

so thick and sticky that it’s almost gloopy. oozes out of his slit in hot spurts, filling you up with immense warmth that feels so good. his cum is damn near opaque, a pretty eggshell white color that’s so sexy when it spills all over your face. but his favorite place to cum is definitely on your tits— he loves scooping his seed up with his fingers and making you suck them clean.

ushijima, IWAIZUMI, kita, matsukawa, daichi, osamu, asahi, aran, kageyama, AONE

a little runnier and more translucent, but don’t be misled— he can still knock you up with ease. looks so fucking hot when it spills out of your fucked-out cunt, leaving dark spots on the bedsheets beneath you. lowkey always eats hella fruits and drinks lots of water before you give him head, making his cum taste a little sweeter and shoot easier down your throat.

ATSUMU, hanamaki, sugawara, TERUSHIMA, sakusa, tendou, kenma, yamaguchi, AKAASHI, hirugami

god, his cum is so thin and damn near clear to the point where you start to wonder if he’s shooting blanks into you. and he probably is, considering that this is his fourth orgasm of the night. you’re so sore and tired, but he’s still pounding your pussy at an abusing pace, unable to be satiated until you both are overstimulated and can’t move. his stamina is just as high as his libido, no question.

HINATA, tanaka, nishinoya, kyotani, SUNA, tsukishima, kuroo, oikawa, BOKUTO, lev

[134340am]

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MULTI-CHARACTER SERIES

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HAIKYUU!!

☁︎ you look like a dream i never want to wake up from a series of drabbles following your and osamu’s new relationship, and all its ups and downs. ‣ series masterlist here ‣ tag: #you look like a dream i never want to wake up from

☁︎ born to the same sunrise here’s to the breathtaking moments in between ‣ pt. 1 | kuroo, iwaizumi, kageyama, akaashi, suna ‣ pt. 2 | atsumu, daichi, hinata, oikawa, terushima ‣ pt. 3 | sugawara, bokuto, osamu, ushijima, tsukishima ☁︎ bother me | work husband!kuroo tetsuro kuroo gets coffee on monday and wednesday, you take tuesday and thursday. ‣ headcanons ‣ sight for sore eyes (nsfw — minors do not interact!) ‣ team ☁︎ ambitious | kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader nsfw — minors do not interact! “again,” he orders with a loud, exaggerated sniffle. ☁︎ another tomorrow | kozume kenma “should probably save that rusted part for a robot hero instead of selling it.” ☁︎ intertwined | sugawara koushi “now please tell me that i passed, because i don’t think i can handle making another cardboard dinosaur. my fingers hurt.” ☁︎ baby powder | oikawa tooru "you smell like baby powder, tooru.” you cup his face to look at him closely. “did you know that? that you smell like baby powder?” ☁︎ have you ever prayed for blessings in someone else’s life? | oikawa tooru august has always been a fragile moment in time, steeped in a big, broken cup of longing—a forgotten song, a polaroid picture on expired film, a band-aid that isn’t sticky anymore. ☁︎ pierced | oikawa tooru & iwaizumi hajime “get back here! you’ve been avoiding my hugs for two weeks—two weeks too many!” ☁︎ banana bread | bokuto kotaro “holy shit is right, sir.” ☁︎ low-hanging fruit | kita shinsuke you’d say more, but your boss does pay your bills. and he’s giving you an amazing shoulder massage right now. ☁︎ of miso ramen, egg whisks, and protein powder scoops | ushijima wakatoshi you’re glad he’s not buying dirty magazines, but even that’d be less confusing than this variety. ☁︎ two hundred and forty-three | ushijima wakatoshi ushijima remembers how he’d lock his knees, straighten his posture, and push his feet together. ☁︎ gentle giant | ushijima wakatoshi x afab!reader nsfw — minors do not interact! gentle giant ushijima blushes a bright poppy red when you kiss him for the first time.  ☁︎ fifty-fifty | kageyama tobio x afab!reader nsfw — minors do not interact! “woah, impaled. almost sounds like a compliment.” ☁︎ nine times too many | yamaguchi tadashi x afab!reader nsfw — minors do not interact! “i’m asking one more time—how many times have you bothered me today?” ☁︎ double trouble, triple threat, & a whole lot of love | miya twins x suna x f!reader nsfw — minors do not interact! you peak down between your legs—still not used to the sight of there being people other than your lover in bed with you.

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

☁︎ strawberry shortcake | todoroki shouto shouto bakes something sweet for someone sweet. ☁︎ boyfriend!shouto headcanons | todoroki shouto shouto's a little bit of a stiff cuddler. ‣ pt.1 ‣ pt.2 ‣ near-sighted ☁︎ blanket thief | todoroki shouto your boyfriend might be a pro-hero, but that doesn’t excuse his blanket thievery. ☁︎ flexibility | todoroki shouto “babe, can you come sit on my back real quick? ooooh. feels good. mmmm.” ☁︎ come again, see you soon | todoroki shouto and whatever concerns you had melted away on your tongue when you take your cup from shouto and feel his fingertips brush against yours. ☁︎ triple knot | cupid!shouto ″you gotta do a good job, okay? make a double knot. that’s what i always do.” ☁︎ under the table | todoroki shouto x afab!reader nsfw — minors do not interact! whatever happens under the table, stays under the table. ☁︎ impatient | todoroki shouto x gn!reader nsfw — minors do not interact! too bad you don’t have the patience for that, not when your lover is looking like the dictionary definition of dashing in his loose button-up and wind-swept hair. ☁︎ bare minimum | fwb!shinsou hitoshi x afab!reader nsfw — minors do not interact! for a person who’s thought to be all quiet and mysterious, shinsou hitoshi is actually pretty fucking mouthy. ‣ pt.1  ‣ pt.2 ‣ pt.3 ☁︎ beds too warm to leave | bakugou katsuki empty hallways / calendars months behind ☁︎ (now i want) more of these feelings crawling up my spine | bakugou katsuki katsuki has always followed his heart, after all. ☁︎ so i taste the ocean when you leave | bakugou katsuki it’s been three long months of summer, after all. and they do say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. ☁︎ when i opened my eyes, it was april 11 | dabi one letter p, one b, and one a. two words, one a lot longer than the other. the category is fictional characters. ☁︎ stick that in your skillet and let it simmer | hawks “their french onion is super pungent and stinky, but so good. totally worth the farts.” ‣ prelude ‣ pt.1

SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN

☁︎ sunday sanctuary | levi ackerman suddenly, there was an abundance of things to be excited for. ☁︎ thank your lucky stars | levi ackerman “levi, darling. one more please. just one more and i won’t bother you again. pleeease.” ☁︎ not too sweet | professor!levi the staring contest lasts just about forever; the tea must have cooled now. ☁︎ on borrowed time | armin arlert maybe you deserve this grief. maybe you should’ve seen it coming.

JUJUTSU KAISEN

☁︎ if not now, then when? | gojo satoru x afab!reader nsfw — minors do not interact! he peeks at you through his fringe, almost shyly, though you know gojo satoru is anything but shy.

[skillaxx]

HQ Characters Failing NNN

welcome you! this is a masterlist of the following 30 days in this month, where each day is assigned to one hq character who is a victim to your sexy ass - and ends up busting a nut aka failing no nut november!

yes - this means smut. Every single link you'll find here leads to a oneshot with a lot of smut (warning: some oneshots have almost no plot, meaning it's pure porn, sorry, not sorry).

the oneshots are hq character x afab!reader, POV in second person, all characters aged up.

lol good luck, you better keep both hands on your phone, I'm watching your dirty ass 👀 🤳

//postponed dates keep changing every now and then, I don't always know my daily schedules ahead, gotta adjust the posting to my duties in private life, thx for understanding <3 \\

Nov 1 ¤ Kita Shinsuke

Nov 2 ¤ Ushijima Wakatoshi

Nov 3 ¤ Tendou Satori

Nov 4 ¤ Bokuto Koutarou

Nov 5 ¤ Akaashi Keiji

Nov 6 ¤ Kozume Kenma

Nov 7 ¤ Miya Atsumu

Nov 8 ¤ Kunimi Akira

Nov 9 ¤ Kageyama Tobio

Nov 10 ¤ Suna Rintarou

Nov 11 ¤ Sawamura Daichi

Nov 12 ¤ Semi Eita

Nov 13 ¤ Goshiki Tsutomu

Nov 14 ¤ Kuroo Tetsurou

Nov 15 ¤ Sakusa Kiyoomi

Nov 16 ¤ Miya Osamu

Nov 17 ¤ Konoha Akinori

Nov 18 ¤ Tsukishima Kei

Nov 19 ¤ Hinata Shouyou

Nov 20 ¤ Yamaguchi Tadashi

Nov 21 ¤ Oikawa Tooru

Nov 22 ¤ Matsukawa Issei

Nov 23 ¤ Hanamaki Takahiro

Nov 24 ¤ Iwaizumi Hajime

Nov 25 ¤ Ohira Reon

Nov 26 ¤ Kyoutani Kentarou

Nov 27 ¤ Keishin Ukai

Nov 28 ¤ Ojiro Aran

Nov 29 ¤ Sugawara Koushi

Nov 30 ¤ Terushima Yuuji

[jotatetsuken]

meant to be

a mini fic-series based on the popular tv show, bridgerton. coming soon!!

features: kate sharma!atsumu miya x anthony bridgerton!f!reader (afab! reader, using she/her pronouns) x edwina sharma!osamu miya

tropes and setting: royal au, bridgerton au, enemies-to-lovers, mutual pining, love triangle

warning: heavily suggestive, consumption of alcohol, possible infidelity, possible injury, gaslighting? as and when the story develops, i’ll be adding more tags.

since nsfw will be implied but not explicitly mentioned, minors, ageless blogs and blank blogs, please dni! block the tag # shyna suggestives too.

submission for: my ...that wears the crown collab and @indiecursor’s indieflix and chill collab (i thought it would only be a one shot but it may just become a two/three parter help)

synopsis: you are a part of the royal family that was a part of house karasuno, the most revered family in all of miyagi. with you being next in line to be wedded, your family, especially the king, keishin ukai, was eager to see who would be your suitor, thus planning on establishing a beautillion ball for you to declare your intentions. enter house inarizaki with their deemed candidate: osamu miya, the viscount of inarizaki and a successful entrepreneur, having established a well-established restaurant. however, he may not be the only one who vies for your heart. enter him. the duke of inarizaki, and the one who would not only be the bane of your existence, but also quite possibly be the object of all your desires, atsumu miya.

a/n: when @beware-of-the-rogue sent me a request to write an enemies to lovers fic for atsumu, for my 100 milestone event in april, my mind had gone blank for days, weeks, months, until I watched Bridgerton, and saw a couple of posts from @saintlike78 and the inspiration hit. I know not many people who watch anime watch TV shows and vice versa. but I hope that idea won’t be entirely disregarded. as always, likes, comments and especially reblogs are highly appreciated.

brainstorming credits: @lou-struck @izukunii (i am so so grateful to y’all for helping me out <33)

masterlist | glossary | chapter one

chapters:

are you mine?

make up your mind

rewrite the stars

meant to be

TBA…

networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

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[aztecbrujeria]

~Masterlist~

Started: 06/12/2021

Updated: 09/06/2022

Total Works:51

Descent into Madness...300 Follower Collab

Reminder:

🍊G-PG, 🟢PG-13, 🍋R-NC17, 👹EXPLICIT DARK CONTENT, 🌈PRIDE PIECES

~JJK~

HC’s: 🍋Choso morning HCs, 🍋Sukuna HC’s, 🍋Nanami HC's

Requests: 🍋JJK NSFW HC: SPIT

Drabbles: 🍊Always Remember, 🍋Toji Fushiguro drabble, 🍋MTF Choso x Masc. NB Reader, 🍋Maki x F!reader 🍋🌈FTM Trans Sukuna x Reader

Collabs: 🍋Pragma & Ludus: Toji Fushiguro x F! Reader, 🍋Virgin Choso x F!Reader w/ Exp., 🍋Piercer Choso x F!Reader, 👹Hip To Be Scared, 🍋Yaga Masamichi x Plus Size Reader

Series: 🍋👹Wolfsbane: TojiGo Assassin AU, 🍋Birds of Paradise: WW2 Pilot TojixF!Latina Nurse

Mood Boards: 🍊Naraka x Sukuna

~MHA~

HC’s: 🍋What if Izuku HC, 🍋Before Bed…Shinso, 🍋My Emo Prince...Shoto, 🍋MHA Boys X Star Wars RP HC

Requests: 🍋Shoto x Black afab reader: office Sex

One Shots: 🍋One Percent: Izuku x Chubby f! reader

Collabs: KiriBaku Punk AU Bang🍋

Art pieces: commissioned flower boys

~HQ~

HC’s: 🍋Osamu Miya (Power Lifter), 🍋Daddy Daichi, 🍊HC Comfort for When you're told you're not good enough

Requests: 🍋Shower request

Drabbles: 🍋Red Lace Kuroo x Reader, 🟢Dr. Sugawara Gossip, 🍋Akaashi x F!Reader, 🍋Atsumu Miya x GN Reader, 🍋UshiTen x Reader, 🍊🌈Osamu x NB Reader: Trans Tape, 🌈MTF Trans Ushi x F!Reader

One Shots: 🍋The Fox’s Bindings: Kita Shinsuke x Reader, 🍋Bar Fight: Iwaizumi Haihime x Ava (F! OC) 🍋The Meeting: Inarizaki Clan x  Shiratorizawa x OC’s, 🍋La Lotería (Hinata Shoyo, Sakusa Kiyomi, Bokuto Kotarou, OC intro), 🍋Lipstick, 🌈🍋Peach Lingerie

HQ Mafia AU (Ongoing Series):🍋Vixen Uncaged: Haikyu Mafia AU

Mood Boards: 🍊Suna Rintarō, 🍊Oikawa

~Fire Force~

HC’s: In coming

Drabble: In Coming

One Shots: 🍋Benimaru x Y/N “My Little Daifuku”

~Tokyo Revengers~

HC's: In Coming

Drabble: 🍋Taiju Shiba x Fiesty F!Reader

One Shots: Incoming

~Underrated Fandoms (Bleach, Devil's Line, All Out, Run With the Wind, Moriarty the Patriot, etc...)~

HC's: 🍋Sekizan x F!Reader

Drabbles: 👹Aizen x F!Reader, 🍊🌈Gray-Ace Xiao x Trans Reader, 🌈🍋Bisexual Alucard x M! Reader, Work Study: Kunikida Doppo BSD

One Shots: 🍊The Outlaw: James Bonde x OC Intro

A Kittens Corvid: Sylus L&DS x Self Insert

Stay Tuned...