#futakuchi drabbles

[cottonlemonade]

A Risky Game

warnings: mdni, suggestive

You tried to call for a truce when your boyfriend was getting closer but without any luck. Only just managing to race around the kitchen counter, you got some space between you two. The tickle fight had started out as small pokes during a heated round of Mario Kart and quickly escalated to the point where you now unleashed something primal. Your roommates were out, but right now you could have really used some help. He had a dangerous glint in his eyes, his body lowered over the kitchen island, ready to pounce to whichever side you decided to run.

You managed to trick him for a second and then ran down the corridor. The door to your room was closed, it would take too long to open so you took a sharp left and darted through the open door of the utility room, slamming the door shut between you and him, but it did you little good. He quickly managed to press the door open and now you were trapped. He bit his lip, adding to the cocky grin.

You put up your arms in defeat, ducking low in anticipation of a new tickle attack, which ensued a heartbeat later.

“Stop stop stop stop!“, you called breathlessly. His arms were tightly wrapped around you from behind and you could feel his chest heaving as much as yours.

“You give up?“, he asked, his fingers brushing over your plump sides again, making you wiggle in a new wave of laughter.

“Yes, yes! I give up!“

“And what do we say?“

“I‘m sorry I threw the blue shell.“

“Thank you, baby.“, he chuckled and kissed your cheek before releasing you, his eyes back to soft and adoring.

He studied you for a second, then stepped closer again, making you fear that he changed his mind. Instead he gave you a look. The look.

Without any kind of effort he lifted you onto the washing machine, running his warm hands up and down your bare legs, getting closer to the hem of your loose shorts with every stroke.

For a while you didn‘t do anything, just enjoyed the feeling of his lips on your neck and his hands now between your plush thighs.

You heard the faint sound of keys jangling and your front door unlocking and you wanted to call a Hello but… he set his index finger to his lips. He looked into your eyes searching for any kind of objection, all the while taking off your shorts with well practiced moves.

He waited for another heartbeat but when you didn't stop him, he locked the door, smiled and got on his knees.

Bokuto, Atsumu, Osamu, Noya, Kuroo, Futakuchi, Konoha, Sugawara, Mattsun, Makki, Tendou, Semi, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Post-time skip Hinata, Ukai, Suna, Hoshiumi, Yaku, Hirugami, Daichi, your fave

[wttcsms]

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

everything's blurry but you, kenji futakuchi;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” 

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

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

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

“I was here first. You should move.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?” He asks. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s so funny?” 

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

He blinks. “I told you the truth.”

He waits impatiently for your laughter to die down. 

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

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

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

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

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

“The truth?”

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s polite.”

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

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

“What do you mean by that?”

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

We’re friends. We’re friends. We’re—

a pause, hesitation, reluctance

—friends. 

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

“She told me we’re friends.”

“And?” You press him for more information.

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

You make a face. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How was my situation ‘easily avoidable’?” 

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

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

“Those are your solutions?” 

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

“So, what about your other problems?” 

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

“What’s so problematic about that?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You huff.

“Let me walk you home, then.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kato?” He repeats.

“Yes, that’s his name.”

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

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

[haikyu-mp4]

icecream – drabble

you had scooped about three spoons of ice cream into your mouth when he noticed your souring mood. he bit his lip and looked between your ice cream cup and his own, huffing some air through his nose. “did you not like it?”

fine, you insisted on getting a new flavour, and it wasn’t that good. it had the prettiest colour but the taste was just not sitting right with you. you grumbled under your breath and pouted. “no… it tastes weird,” you admitted in your most childish and pouty voice.

he shook his head, taking the little cup from you and handing over his, and you looked at him with those heart eyes. “take mine, you muppet,” he insisted, acting slightly annoyed as he took a bite of your terrible choices.

“thank you! you’re the best!” you cheered, kissing his cheek quickly before happily munching on the classic flavours he had gone with and swinging your legs happily from the bench.

a tinge of red sat comfortably on his cheeks, and it wasn’t just from the blazing sun. “of course I am.”

DAICHI, iwa, ennoshita, captain!yamaguchi, KUROO, mattsun, aran, osamu, sugawara, akaashi, SEMI, kyotani, hoshiumi, suna, FUTAKUCHI, whoever you want it to be

[yanderecrazysie]

Hihi! If your fine with it, Can I request part 2 of anonyance? I swear I can’t find Yan!Futakuchi fics anywhere in tumblr give my boy some love too 😭

Also can I be 💭 or 🥞 anon?

I am more than fine with it, my precious anon! And I don’t really keep track of anons officially, but you can be either of those!

And this is more than a drabble than anything.

Title: Annoyance (Part 2)

Pairings: Futakuchi Kenji x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing

Summary: You’ve always found Futakuchi annoying, but he’s only gotten worse since you caught his attention.

Part 1: here

annoyance

/noun/

a thing that annoys someone; a nuisance

“That was a great first date, right?” Futakuchi asked, a smug grin spreading across his face. “I rocked your world, didn’t I?”

“It was alright,” you said vaguely.

“Alright?” Futakuchi spluttered, looking highly offended, “Stop being stuck up and admit it- you loved this date.”

“Stuck up?” Your voice raised.

“That’s not what I-” Futakuchi looked frustrated, running a hand through his hair. You had to admit, he was handsome, especially all dressed up like he was.

But God almighty, was he annoying.

The date had been nice- the restaurant he had picked was fancy, but not too expensive. He had paid the bill with a grin on his face that just begged for you to tell him how impressed you were.

It was the talk during the meal that you truly didn’t like. Futakuchi was infuriating. He spent the entire time talking about how great he was and all of his accomplishments. He barely even took a breath, much less a goddamn bite of his food.

The dinner lasted forever because of his incessant yapping, but you managed to tune him out a half hour in, focusing entirely on your meal. He never once even asked if you were enjoying yourself.

“Listen, the date would have been more than ‘alright’ if you had just shut up about yourself,” you explained.

Futakuchi opened his mouth as though to say something, then closed it again. He looked genuinely at a loss, as though he couldn’t believe you truly didn’t enjoy your date with him.

“Well, I have to go,” you sighed, turning away from him. He grabbed your wrist.

“Where are you going? I have to drive you home.”

“No, I’m just going to grab an uber. Thanks for tonight, I guess.”

Futakuchi’s eyes flashed and when he next spoke, it was through gritted teeth, “Why are you making this so difficult? I’m doing this for us.”

“Us?” You couldn’t hold back a derisive laugh, “What ‘us’? There is no ‘us’.”

His grip on your wrist tightened until it was painful, “You threw that ball at my face, remember? You’re the one who started this.”

You managed to yank your wrist from his grip and glared at him, “What the hell is wrong with you? Listen, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have thrown the ball at you.”

Futakuchi made another grab for your arm but you stepped out of his reach. He pulled his lips back into a sort of snarl, and glared at you, “This is your fault, so take some fucking responsibility.”

You threw your hands up into the air, “I just did, you stupid asshole.”

A sudden vulnerability etched its way across Futakuchi’s face as he reached out for your arm once more, gentler this time, “Look…just…”

He looked up at you with watery eyes, “You don’t have to love me right away, okay? I just… just please stay by my side for a while.”

You hated the part of you who was a sucker for sensitivity. You nodded reluctantly, “Yeah, fine, I’ll hang out with you. I’m not going to fall in love with you, but I won’t abandon you either.”

Futakuchi pulled you into a sudden hug. A soft smile spread across your face, until he whispered in your ear, “I knew you’d see reason.”

You could practically hear the smugness in his whisper. That soft smile was long gone.

He really was an asshole, wasn’t he?

[nyxs-sins]

Headcanons/Drabbles (Part 1)

Reacting to Fan Art (Everyone + MC)

Reacting to Barbatos x Simeon Ship

What/Who they Watch on Deviltube

Reacting to Cosplays of their Demons Forms

Would the Brothers Bail you out of Jail?

Mammon Specific Headcanons

Obey Me in a Band

If MC Took Away Their Nickname Privileges

Soft Heacanons (Brothers)

Random Dark Demon Headcanons

———

Brothers Playing “Pokémon: Mystery Dungeon - Explorers of Darkness”

MC Jump Scares the Boys

Calling the Brothers by the Wrong Name

GN!MC is Insecure about their Small Breasts

MC Has Trouble With Self-Expression

Putting Ice Down the Brothers’ Shirts

Characters React to Shipping Wars

Mammon + Diavolo Reacting to their Ship

Dark Beelzebub

Hitting Mixed!Chubby!F!MC with a Gender Changing Spell

———

Godly Headcanons

Clicking (ask answered by @obeythebutler)

Purge!MC has a Pact with Thanatos

Auditory Learner!MC

MC Hugging the Brothers

Cuddling Satan

MC who Hides their Charm

Devildom Temperature

F!MC telling her younger self everything will be okay.

Brothers Playing Bitlife

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Obey Me x How to Train your Dragon

Reacting to Their Game Ads (+ MC!)

MC Destroys a Demon for Attacking Luke

Brothers React to MC Having a Crush on Their VA

Reacting to MC Listening to Their Unit Songs

MC Plays with Their Horns

MC Named After Their Favorite Fictional Character

Satan Nearly Burns Down the HoL, Brothers React

IkeVamp Meets OM!

Unfuck you, or whatever!

———

Futakuchi-Onna F!MC

Three of Them

Lucifer makes F!MC Cry

Mammon Only Answers MC’s Call

MC, the Horseman of Death

Snipping Satan

MC’s Voice Drops an Octave when they Sing

Dyed Pages

Awkward First Kiss (Belphegor and Diavolo)

Reacting to MC Listening to their Unit Song (Barbatos + Luke)

[runayachi]

Trick or treat!

"How did you guys get in here?" Mai asks.

The volleyball falls to the floor. Aone and Futakuchi turn to her.

"I have a key," Futakuchi says when the silence gets too loud.

"Liar." Mai reaches into her pocket and pulls out the key to the gym. "Coach gave me the key for safekeeping."

Aone points at Futakuchi, who scowls.

"I have the spare key," Futakuachi amends.

"Coach has the spare." Mai twirls the gym key around her finger. "Try again."

Aone points at the door, then at Futakuchi.

Mai squints at Aone, then at Futakuchi, who's elbowing Aone, then at the door. The pieces click into place.

"Since when can you pick locks?" Mai demands.

"That's illegal," Futakuchi replies. "I can't pick locks."

Aone snorts.

Mai sighs. "Whatever," she says. "Next time, call me."

"You were late," Futakuchi grumbles. "Aone and I wanted to start practice."

"By ten minutes!"

[send me "trick or treat" and i will write you a drabble!]

[miyababes]

kozume kenma.

long fics. (5k+)

enamoured by utahimeow [ nsfw ]

fics. (2.5k+)

in game by seita [ nsfw ]

working up the pyramid by dimepdf [ dilf!kenma ] [ nsfw ]

short fics. (1k+)

baby fever by dimepdf [ dilf!kenma ] [ sfw ; fluff ]

kotatsu kisses by saetyrn9 [ nsfw ]

second best by tetsvhoe [ sfw ; angst with happy ending ]

stoner sex by bjbex [ nsfw]

stress relief by bjbex [ nsfw ]

wouldn't change a thing by dimepdf [ streamer!kenma ] [ sfw ; angst with happy ending ]

drabbles.

accidentally hurting you feelings by bobaji (+ sakusa, suna, tendou, iwaizumi) [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]

being ignored by their s/o by luvbub-archive (+ tsukishima) [ sfw ; fluff ]

calling them by their first name for the first time by luvbub-archive (+ sugawara, suna) [ sfw ; fluff ]

crushing on a character by luvbub-archive (+ akaashi, oikawa) [ sfw ; fluff ]

cuddling after an argument by luvbub-archive (+ suna, sakusa, iwaizumi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

dating kuroo's little sister by nekomas-kuroo [ sfw ; fluff ]

dealing with their girlfriend's younger sibling by luvbub-archive (+ tsukishima, kuroo, oikawa) [ sfw ; fluff ]

exposed crushes by luvbub-archive (+ akaashi, sakusa) [ sfw ; fluff ]

first dates by luvbub-archive (+ oikawa, akaashi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

forcing you to sleep by luvbub-archive (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, tsukishima) [ sfw ; fluff ]

forgetting your anniversary by luvbub-archive (+ oikawa) [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]

getting caught buying their merch by luvbub-archive (+ bokuto, hinata) [ sfw ; fluff ]

getting off to you by utahimeow [ nsfw ]

; [ part two ]

his love language by kuroosdarling [ sfw ; fluff ]

how they goofed up their confession by luvbub-archive (+ kuroo, yaku, lev) [ sfw ; fluff ]

i know who you pretend i am by tetsvhoe (+ akaashi, iwaizumi) [ sfw ; angst ]

; [ part two ]

learning that they play(ed) volleyball by luvbub-archive (+ akaashi, oikawa) [ sfw ; fluff ]

live stream by whats-her-quirk [ nsfw ]

losing you on the first date by luvbub-archive (+ akaashi, matsukawa) [ sfw ; fluff ]

manager-chan by nekomas-kuroo (+ akaashi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

picking up their drunk s/o by luvbub-archive (+ kageyama, futakuchi, sugawara) [ sfw ; fluff ]

play with me by ilyluffy [ nsfw ]

pretending to be their s/o by luvbub-archive (+ kita, osamu, suna) [ sfw ; fluff ]

pretending to be your boyfriend by luvbub-archive (+ kageyama, hinata) [ sfw ; fluff ]

pretty boy by joyaphoria [ sfw ; fluff ]

reacting to the scratch marks you left by joyaphoria (+ oikawa, iwaizumi) [ suggestive ]

reacting to their s/o falling asleep on someone else by kybabi (+ ushijima, bokuto) [ sfw ; fluff ]

rejecting your boyfriend's kisses by luvbub-archive (+ kageyama, osamu, sugawara) [ sfw ; fluff ]

sex for dummies by ilyluff (+ kageyama, yamaguchi, hanamaki ) [ nsfw ]

sleeping on the couch after an argument by luvbub-archive (+ ushijima, kageyama) [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]

surprising your long distance boyfriend by luvbub-archive (+ hinata, suna) [ sfw ; fluff ]

taking their virginity by ilyluffy (+ kageyama, yamaguchi, hanamaki) [ nsfw ]

telling their s/o they're too clingy by kybabi (+ osamu, suna) [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]

they come home drunk and make an offhand comment on your appearance by adoringhaikyuu (+ tsukishima) [ sfw ; fluff ]

they see you wearing a men's sized sweater and think you're cheating on them by adoringhaikyuu (+ atsumu, bokuto, ushijima) [ sfw ; fluff/light angst ]

they think you're pregnant by adoringhaikyuu (+ bokuto, kuroo, sakusa) [ sfw ; fluff ]

when their relationship gets revealed by luvbub-archive (+ oikawa, suna) [ sfw ; fluff ]

when their teammate has a crush on you by adoringhaikyuu (+ kageyama, oikawa, tanaka) [ sfw ; fluff ]

when they think you left them by luvbub-archive (+ ushijima, oikawa) [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]

when they want attention by joyaphoria (+ bokuto, oikawa, ushijima) [ sfw ; fluff ]

when you hang out with their best friend/teammate without them by adoringhaikyuu (+ ushijima, oikawa, bokuto) [ sfw ]

when you think they aren't paying attention by luvbub-archive (+ suna, sugawara) [ sfw ; fluff ]

when your boyfriend starts getting more attention by luvbub-archive (+ kuroo) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you bring up divorce during an argument with them by adoringhaikyuu (+ kyoutani, ushijima) [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]

headcanons.

crawling into his lap by kageyuji (+ bokuto, oikawa, akaashi, iwaizumi, matsukawa) [ sfw ; fluff ]

timestamps.

1.26pm by neoheros [ sfw ; fluff ]

series.

voyeurant by hornime [ nsfw ]

smau.

asking you to come cuddle but you have to turn them down by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ kindaichi, kyoutani, kuroo) [ sfw ; fluff ]

reacting to 'you can come over now' texts by cowcreamers (+ akaashi, tendou, bokuto, kuroo, kageyama) [ sfw ; fluff ]

reacting to you leaving them on read after they say 'i love you' by tooru-oikawas-milkbread (+ semi, tendou, kawanishi, goshiki, ushijima, kuroo, yaku, lev) [ sfw ]

responding to you being clingy by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo) [ sfw ]

responding to you texting them 'you hurt my feelings' after a fight by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo) [ sfw ]

sending you a dirty text by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ kuroo, osamu, atsumu, sakusa, kita, suna, semi, tendou, ushijima) [ nsfw ]

they leave you on read after you say 'i love you' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo) [ sfw ]

you ask them 'do you only care about my body?' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo) [ sfw ]

you ask them for nudes by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo) [ suggestive ]

you ask them if they still find you attractive by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you ask them if they're jealous by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, sakusa) [ sfw ]

you ask them "on a scale of 1-10, how annoyed are you with me right now?" after a fight by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo) [ sfw ]

you ask them to 'pick a number between 1-10' and send them that many nudes by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, osamu, atsumu, sakusa) [ nsfw ]

you send them a dirty text by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo) [ nsfw ]

you text them 'i want to sit on your face' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo) [ nsfw ]

smau series.

chaos: unlimited by frogtanii [ streamer!kenma ] [ college au ] [ youtuber au ] [ sfw ; fluff / angst ]

fix it by boomboomjaz [ sfw ]

minecraft beds by todayisawthewhxlewxrld [ sfw ]

[cottonlemonade]

Before he ever even brought it up to you, your boyfriend prepared little stacks of paperwork (neatly stapled) that detail ✨ the health benefits of period sex ✨.

He has multiple copies of his extensive research (a 3h Google deep dive) stashed all throughout the apartment so that once the moment arises he can just open a drawer and start making his case. It has diagrams and everything.

So when one day you’re standing in the kitchen, hunched over because of the cramps and he comes up behind you and starts rubbing your aching chubby tummy, he puts his chin on your shoulder and casually mentions that he somewhere read about a way to relief the pain. You’re so desperate at this point that you ask what it would be, not remembering who you’re talking to, and thus thinking it would be some kind of home remedy.

And he goes “I’m glad you asked.”, then with a flourish opens the cutlery drawer and pulls out his research from underneath that inlay that keeps your knives and forks separate and begins to read. And you agree. Cause it had diagrams and everything.

Tendou, Kuroo, Makki, Mattsun, Futakuchi, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Konoha, Noya, Oikawa, your fave

[appleinyoureye]

Requests • Fandoms/Characters List

⇾ I mostly take headcanons requests!

⇾ I have to really like your drabble/fic idea to write it.

⇾ I still plan on taking most of your requests. However, I'm only a human, so don't expect me to write them immediately. Depending on how I feel and how inspired I am, it may take me a day, a week or even more than a month to complete it.

⇾ Reader is always gender neutral (you can't request them to have any other pronouns than they/them – but you can request specific headcanons about body parts). Every character is bisexual unless they have a stated sexuality in canon.

⇾ No OCs, no SH, no ED. If your request makes me uncomfortable, I'll not write it.

⇾ I take fluff, crack, angst and smut requests!

⇾ I'm okay-ish with aging up characters, but it strongly depends on a character.

⇾ Please, be as specific as you can in your requests.

⇾ Up to 6 characters for headcanons!

⇾ I also write polyamory ;)

⇾ Please, don't republish my work.

Fandoms and characters that I write for:

❇ Anime/Manga

↠ Attack on Titan

Armin, Connie, Eren, Jean, Mikasa, Sasha

Erwin, Hange, Levi

Annie, Reiner

↠ Bungou Stray Dogs

Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo, Tanizaki, Yosano

Akutagawa, Chuuya, Gin, Oda, Tachihara

Poe, Lovecraft, Lucy, Mark Twain

Fyodor

As of now, I haven't watched the fourth season, but I'm sure this list will be updated as soon as I see it.

↠ Dr Stone

Chrome, Francois, Gen, Ginro, Kinro, Kohaku, Magma, Ruri, Ryusui, Senku, Suika (only platonic), Taiju, Yuzuriha

Homura, Hyoga, Nikki, Tsukasa, Ukyo

Amaryllis, Kirisame, Matsukaze, Mozu

Luna, Maya, Stanley, Xeno

Byakuya, Lilian

↠ Haikyuu

Karasuno: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Ennoshita, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kiyoko

Nekoma: Kuroo, Yaku, Yamamoto, Kenma, Fukunaga, Inuoka, Lev, Shibayama

Aoba: Oikawa, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Iwaizumi, Kindaichi, Kunimi, Kyotani

Date: Aone, Futakuchi, Koganegawa

Fukurodani: Bokuto, Akaashi, Konoha

Shiratorizawa: Ushijima, Semi, Reon, Tendou, Goshiki, Shirabu

Inarizaki: Kita, Aran, Atsumu, Suna, Osamu

Kamomedai: Hoshiumi, Hirugami

Itachiyama: Sakusa, Komori

Other: Alisa, Daishou, Kanoka, Meian, Miwa, Pedro, Saeko, Takeda, Terushima, Tomas, Ukai

↠ JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Dio, Jonathan, Speedwagon

Part 2: Caesar, Joseph, Kars, Lisa Lisa

Part 3: Avdol, Dio, Hol Horse, Joseph, Jotaro, Kakyoin, Polnareff

Part 4: Josuke, Jotaro, Kira, Koichi, Mikitaka, Rohan, Yukako

Part 5: Abbacchio, Bruno, Diavolo, Doppio, Fugo, Giorno, Mista, Narancia, Trish

I haven't seen part 6 yet and haven't read the manga yet.

↠ Jujutsu Kaisen

Hakari, Inumaki, Itadori, Kirara, Maki, Megumi, Nobara, Yuta

Geto, Gojo, Ino, Mei Mei, Nanami, Shoko, Toji, Yuki

Koichi, Mai, Miwa, Noritoshi, Todo

Choso, Mahito, Sukuna

Haven't read most of the culling game

↠ Tokyo Revengers

Literally everyone, except for South, Mochi and Muto.

❇ Games

↠ Genshin Impact

Mondstadt: Albedo, Amber, Barbara, Bennett, Diluc, Eula, Fischl, Jean, Kaeya, Lisa, Mona, Razor, Rosaria, Sucrose, Venti

Liyue: Baizhu, Beidou, Chongyun, Ganyu, Hu Tao, Keqing, Ningguang, Shenhe, Xiangling, Xiao, Xingqiu, Xinyan, Yanfei, Yelan, Yun Jin, Zhongli

Inazuma: Ayaka, Ayato, Ei, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Kirara, Kokomi, Kuki, Sara, Thoma, Yae, Yoimiya

Sumeru: Alhaitham, Candace, Collei, Cyno, Dehya, Faruzan, Kaveh, Layla, Nilou, Tighnari

Other: Aether, Dottore, Lumine, Scaramouche, Signora, Tartaglia

I also write for some NPCs.

Platonic only: Diona, Dori, Klee, Nahida, Sayu, Yaoyao

↠ Yakuza 0

Kiryu, Lee, Majima, Nishiki, Nishitani, Oda, Tachibana

Makoto (only platonic), Reina, Yuki

I'm currently playing Yakuza Kiwami, so please, no requests with future characters, and no spoilers.

❇ Series

↠ Alice in Borderlands

Will write who you may request later. Don't have energy to do so right now lmao. But I think everyone is cool (except for Niragi)

↠ Stranger Things

Idk, I just love Steve. Will eventually update this list.

↠ The 100

Currently re-watching it with my partner after I've seen it four years ago, so I may not remember some of characters.

Haven't seen the last season, so no reqs with it, and no spoilers please!

[5iyoomi]

> Haikyuu

Last Updated: September 24, 2024

Key: Fluff (🩷), Angst (🥀), Suggestive (💋), Smut (🌶️), Timeskip (🕔)

↳ Back To The Main Masterlist

★ = Dark Content/Read Warnings!!

— General

how they kiss you [hcs] | various x gn!Reader

part 1 — koganegawa, kenma, kageyama, atsumu, oikawa [🩷/💋]

part 2 — sugawara, shirabu, semi, akaashi [🩷]

comforting you after a bad day [drabbles] | various x gn!Reader

osamu, ushijima, tsukishima, oikawa, daishou, yaku [🩷/🕔]

how they eat you out [hcs/drabbles] | various x fem!Reader

kinoshita, hoshiumi, matsukawa, kita [🌶️]

— Other

haiba alisa.

N/A

yamamoto akane.

N/A

yamaka mika.

N/A

tanaka saeko.

N/A

— Aoba Johsai

oikawa tooru.

N/A

matsukawa issei.

biological dad!Mattsun x fem!Reader [drabble] - [🌶️/🕔] ★ incest

iwaizumi hajime.

N/A

kindaichi yuutarou.

N/A

kyoutani kentarou.

N/A

kunimi akira.

N/A

hanamaki takahiro.

N/A

— Nekoma

kuroo tetsurou.

N/A

morisuke yaku.

N/A

yamamoto taketora.

N/A

kozume kenma.

N/A

fukunaga shouhei.

N/A

haiba lev.

N/A

shibayama yuuki.

N/A

inuoka sou.

N/A

— Nohebi

daishou suguru.

N/A

kuguri naoyasu.

N/A

numai kazuma.

N/A

— Date Tech

koganegawa kanji.

N/A

aone takanobu.

N/A

futakuchi kenji.

N/A

— Fukurodani

akaashi keiji.

N/A

bokuto koutarou.

bokuatsu hcs [hcs/drabbles] - [🩷/🌶️/🕔]

sarukui yamato.

N/A

konoha akinori.

N/A

komi haruki.

N/A

— Shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi.

just like that [fic] | ushijima x fem!Reader x tendou - [🌶️]

tendou satori.

just like that [fic] | ushijima x fem!Reader x tendou - [🌶️]

goshiki tsutomu.

N/A

semi eita.

N/A

ohira reon.

N/A

shirabu kenjiro.

N/A

— Itachiyama

sakusa kiyoomi.

N/A

komori motoya.

pet play [drabble] | x fem!Reader - [🌶️/🕔]

— Kamomedai

hoshiumi kourai.

boyfriend hcs [hcs/drabbles] | x gn!Reader - [🩷/🌶️]

hirugami sachirou.

N/A

— Inarizaki

kita shinsuke.

N/A

ojiro aran.

N/A

miya atsumu.

forbidden relationship [drabble] - [💋/🕔] ★ osaatsu/miyacest

bokuatsu hcs [hcs/drabbles] - [🩷/🌶️/🕔]

miya osamu.

touch starved!Osamu x fem!Reader [hcs/drabbles] - [🌶️/🩷/🕔]

forbidden relationship [drabble] - [💋/🕔] ★ osaatsu/miyacest

suna rintarou.

N/A

— Johzenji

terushima yuuji.

N/A

misaki hana.

N/A

— Karasuno

sawamura daichi.

N/A

sugawara koushi.

N/A

azumane asahi.

N/A

nishinoya yuu.

N/A

tanaka ryuunosuke.

N/A

ennoshita chikara.

N/A

narita kazuhito.

N/A

kinoshita hisashi.

N/A

yamaguchi tadashi.

N/A

tsukishima kei.

N/A

kageyama tobio.

in your arms [fic] | x fem!Reader - [🌶️/🕔]

hinata shouyou.

N/A

ukai keishin.

N/A

takeda ittetsu.

N/A

shimizu kiyoko.

N/A

yachi hitoka.

N/A

[haikyu-mp4]

♥︎ date tech

back to masterlist

Aone Takanobu

So sweet

Plant lover

Snap – drabble

Stable foundation

High school sweethearts

Futakuchi Kenji

Work husband

One thing

Koganegawa Kanji

In need of a manicure

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Starborn

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/NA265Xr

by FenDanwchild

Soulmates & Reincarnation AU where you live as many lives as it takes to find your soulmate.

Contains multiple drabbles, each with different pairings and their own set of tags, which are listed in the chapters themselves. MCD only applies to one of the stories (so far)!

Words: 5420, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Tendou Satori, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei, Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Aone Takanobu, Futakuchi Kenji

Relationships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro/Iwaizumi Hajime/Matsukawa Issei/Oikawa Tooru, Aone Takanobu/Futakuchi Kenji

Additional Tags: Soulmates, Reincarnation, Drabble Collection, Melancholy, Happy Ending, The Author Regrets Everything, The Author Regrets Nothing, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst, Confrontations, Hurt No Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Homesickness, Asexual Ushijima Wakatoshi, Getting Together, Fluff, Curses, Amnesia, Heartbreak, Grief/Mourning, Pining, Believed Character Death, Despair, themes of depression, no happy ending, Relationship Discussions, Established Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Established Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Polyamory, Jealousy, Banter, Mentions of making out, Domestic Fluff

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/NA265Xr

[lexinympho]

[slightly suggestive (?), gn!reader, minor talks of sex and NNN, little to no proofreading, accidentally dialogue heavy]

"Imagine if the internet collectively agreed to call this month Dick Down December."

You alertly whip your head up from your meal to address the vulgar man before you, "Kenji, shut the fuck up, we're in public."

"I think anyone who comes to a 24 hour McDonald's at 2 am should expect to hear a thing or two, so no deal," he sniggered before taking a huge bite of the burger his stomach woke him up for.

You mentally apologize to the man sitting 2 booths away from you two and say, "Can't believe I agreed to date you, I swear-"

"Mm," he sipped his coke to clear his airway and wink at you, "you made the right choice babe, don't worry."

With a roll of your eyes, your sleep deprived brain goes with the flow and you bring up his earlier statement, "So, what? You're gonna start calling it Dick Down December now?"

His brown eyes light up, "It's clever! Kamasaki-"

"Right, him and Moniwa called you up last night."

"Yeah, we got a little drunk and started talking about stuff. Anyway," another sip of coke, "Kamasaki was talking about this and that, then he brought up No Nut November and asked us if we took part in it."

The fries you intended to chomp on only made it halfway to your mouth at the mention of that challenge and you ask in suspicion, "What did you say?"

"What do you think I said?"

"I dunno, that we had hot, sloppy sex in practically every room of the house every week of the month?" The odd hour has you feeling so out of it that you don't even feel embarrassed over what you said until 5 seconds afterwards.

"That's no different from the norm, but if you wanted me to say that, then-" he doesn't finish his sentence in favor of taking another bite.

"Hell no!" You laugh and lightly kick at his shin under the table with just enough force to catch his attention but not inflict pain. He gives a muffled laugh of his own with full cheeks and nudges you back before leaning into the leather of the seat and holds a finger up.

You shovel more fries in your mouth and swallow just as quickly as you wait for him to speak in a half discernable tone, "Damn, you really wanted those fries."

"You dragged me out of bed because you said you were hun-" you can't even finish what you're saying as a jaw popping yawn interrupts you.

"You didn't have to come though," he says with a witty raise of his brows.

You don't poke or prod the inkling of guilt shining through, at ease with the present mood, and respond, "Well I did, because you mentioned getting a burger and then I thought about fries, in turn making me crave them."

"So it's my fault that you got out of bed and rode with me to McDonald's for french fries."

"Yep. And you woke me up in the first place, so it's only right that you paid for all of this," you gesture to the assemblage of fast food on the table.

Kenji sits up to lean forward and fixate you with faux disappointment, "I always knew you're just dating me for my money."

You scoff, "Yeah, that energy company money gives me a life of luxury."

He scoffs in return and leans back once more to throw his arms over the back of the booth seat. He lets a few moments of silence pass so you can finish your fries (God knows you'd be upset if he kept you from eating them while they're hot), but speaks up once sleepiness tries to kick in, "So about Dick Down December-"

"Oh my God."

"No listen," he lowers his chin to look at you as though he's selling a product to you, "a whole month of abstinence followed by 31 days of hot, sloppy sex is the ultimate pay off."

You look down at the table in mortification, "Please don't call it that."

"We have hot, sloppy sex, deal with it," he casually remarks.

"What point are you trying to make here?"

His disposition suddenly becomes serious when he asks, "Wanna do it?"

You blink slowly, delirium seeping into your brain and making you wonder if you're hallucinating this conversation. "...Doesn't 31 days seem like a lot?"

"I'd fuck you for 100 days straight if I wanted to."

"Kenji!" You subconsciously duck your head from your accidental exclamation.

He cups a hand around one of his ears and gives you a lascivious look, "I'm not hearing a no~"

"You are not getting horny at 3 am right now, it is too early for this," you say in disbelief.

"I'm horny for you 24/7 and you like it, don't act like this is weird."

A strange sense of flattery works its magic and has you fighting to keep a humorous grin off your face so as to properly convey your discontent. You stand with the trash you've once you feel that you're losing however, "You're only being so stubborn about this because you're sleepy."

"No," he yawns out and blinks as he watches you traverse to the nearby trash cans and return just as quickly, "I really wanna do it."

You affectionately run your fingers through his hair and offer, "How about you ask me when it's not almost January? Like, next October?"

The slouch he'd been developing the longer he sat suddenly disappeared at your answer, "I'll take that as a yes."

"You'll get an actual yes once you drive us back home and let me sleep."

He stands to perform a back popping stretch and pulls his jacket back on, "Ugh, why can't you drive?"

"Because I'm 100% falling asleep on the way back after being woken up," you say as he holds the door open for you with a look of feigned betrayal.

"You followed me!"

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— confusion

futakuchi k. x fem!reader

“she’s too perfect,” he said after you heard your friend mentioned your name in their conversation. “no one probably deserves to be with her.” you were too preoccupied with the conversation you had with your roommate to listen to their conversation. 

later, that night, you were up doing assignments with that friend. “so, what did you ask kenji about me?” you cautiously asked, afraid that it will sound too obvious to how much that moment killed your curiosity. 

she gave you a grin as she leaned forward towards you. “i asked him who you should date within the people we know.”

you leaned back in surprise, “and...what did he say?” 

she looked to the side to see him sitting on the table at the end of the room. “he said you’re too perfect and so no one is good enough for you.” 

your confusion caused a whole whirlwind in your mind. “so in other words he said i will just die alone.” 

your friend let out a laugh and paused. “what i get from this is that in his eyes, you are perfect.” 

from the corner of your eye, you saw futakuchi kenji looked at the person approaching him, giving her a hug as soon as he stood up. he then put his hand on her shoulder as they left the room. 

“yes, sure. i am perfect in the eyes of a man that is taken,” you muttered before resuming your work. 

what is that supposed to mean?

[kythed]

10 things futakuchi kenji hates about you.

1. you’ve got a real irritating laugh, you know that? sounds like a seagull choking on a plastic bag. I don’t know why you keep laughing at all my jokes, anyways.

2. your hair’s a little too short for my taste. yeah, I know I was the one who told you to cut it and all — I can’t believe you listened to me, by the way — but I only meant a few inches. (you still look cute, I guess.)

3. you’re the reason I can’t watch a julia roberts movie without crying. remember that time we watched notting hill together? I wasn’t gonna tear up til I looked over and saw you sobbing into the popcorn, and then I started crying ‘cause you were, and it was just a whole embarrassing mess and I still hate you for it. 

4. I bought that movie on dvd because of you. and five others. (okay, maybe six.)

5. when we went to the summer festival together you wore that yukata that made you look like a million bucks, and I’m pretty sure it was just to spite me. I’m pretty sure you knew I was in love with you by that point but you still wore it. I wish you hadn’t looked that good when I came and picked you up, and I wish you hadn’t kissed me while we were watching the fireworks. 

6. you said I had a movie star smile and no one’s ever said that to me before, so every time I smile now I think of you. (I wish I could smile less.)

7. I made you a mixtape. who does that? 

8. I brought you over to have dinner with my parents and you ate the tuna my mom made even though I know you don’t like tuna, and it made me like you even more than I already did. I didn’t even know that was possible, but you did it. 

9. you broke up with me.

10. and I still love you despite it.