#kita is the perfect lover .

[tsxkkis]

# iwaizumi hajime - cuddles 101

a/n: i'm a firm believer that the more 'intimidating' looking guys love being little spoons and you can't convince me otherwise (theory tested on my boyfriend actually) so yeah, here's a short stupid fic about that :33

summary: iwaizumi can't find a good cuddling position.

warnings: none

to think the blessing of having iwaizumi hajime as a boyfriend would bestow itself upon you was indescribable.

for you, he was an evident example that good, loving men still existed out there. his nonchalant, cold exterior was merely a facade, a shell that cracked with each day spent with you; his eyes gentle and his gaze filled with admiration each time it landed upon you. he was considerate of your feelings, a true gentleman who always put your needs above his and, although a bit closed off when it comes to his feelings, did everything for your relationship to work out.

it was safe to say that iwaizumi was indeed perfect at everything.

well, except cuddling.

'let's switch positions, please.'

'again? it's the sixth time already, iwa.'

the short-haired boy turned to face you, tired eyes looking up. after a particularly hard volleyball training, the only thing he wanted to do was lay down in his lovers embrace and have a quick nap. the problem arose when, with each position he tried, he couldn't possibly close his rest for more than approximately three minutes.

a sigh left iwaizumi's lips as he turned to lay on his side with his back facing you, one of his hands still intertwined with yours so that he got the chance to feel your touch even when not 'traditionally' cuddling.

you could see his back muscles underneath the t-shirt he was wearing, gently tracing circles around them with your free hand.

'now that i think of it,' you mumbled, getting up to lay closer to him 'you've never been the little spoon.'

'that's because it's your place.' he said after a short while, already feeling your arms wrapping around his torso, trapping him in a warm hug.

'doesn't hurt to try, right?'

he mumbled a silent 'sure', his body succumbing to the tiredness as his muscles loosened under your touch, a smile on his face as he got himself comfortable.

and to your surprise, he stayed that way, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly but surely fell asleep, breathing steadily through his nose. he looked so calm, so peaceful - so different from what he presented himself as on a day to day basis.

he looked incredibly cute.

you almost couldn't help yourself, hand reaching for your phone from behind you, opening the camera to snap a quick picture or two of your boyfriend in such a sweet moment. you smiled to yourself, giving iwaizumi a quick kiss on the cheek before laying back down, a big grin on your face.

next thing you knew, a picture of iwaizumi hajime peacefully sleeping in your arms was set as your phone lockscreen, proudly showing it off to your friends who stared at the picture with awe. normally, he would get embarrassed about it; already hearing the teasing comments his friends would make, brows furrowing in annoyance at a mere thought of what they would say. but this time, he did not mind.

because he finally found the perfect cuddling position and as stupid as it may sound, it was enough to make him happy.

taglist: @moonswolfie @wyrcan @kitsune-kita @haechansbbg @luvvrgirll @serotoninbarbz @sugaraddict301

[stawbeemilk]

⤷ insecurities they think are beautiful; part 2 – hq

✩ characters: various

✩ warnings: none

✩ a/n: i've been super busy with work but i'm finally back! i decided to write a part 2 to this bc i've been feeling pretty down lately. but yeah these are once again all things i personally struggle with or have struggled with in the past ◡̈

⭑ bare face

every time he gets the opportunity to see you without makeup, he swears he feels his heart beat twice as fast. of course he appreciates all the time and effort it takes for you to do your makeup, but he just thinks there's something so intimate about seeing you fresh out of the shower, your hair still damp and your face entirely bare. he doesn't miss the way you tend to avoid eye contact, how you shy away from him and subconsciously try to hide your face, and it makes his heart sink because how do you not realise how cute you are? his favourite part of the day is waking up next to you and getting to see your pretty face, imperfections and all— it never fails to make his heart flutter.

⤷ hinata, fukunaga, iwaizumi, tendou, suna, osamu, ennoshita

⭑ messy hair

he thinks your unruly hair is adorable. he knows that it can sometimes make you feel a little self-conscious, worrying that you don't look presentable with your hair a mess and finding yourself becoming frustrated with it because of how long you spend trying to style it in the morning, but he loves the way it sets you apart from everyone else. he might occasionally tease you about it, but it's always intended to be lighthearted and he never means anything by it. likes to ruffle your hair for his own amusement, making it even messier than it is already and enjoying the way you pout at him and try to smooth it down.

⤷ kuroo, tsukishima, matsukawa, yaku, akaashi, daishou, hoshiumi

⭑ beauty marks

he finds himself drawn to the pretty marks on your face, unable to take his eyes off you because you're so beautiful. whenever he goes to kiss you he always starts off by letting his lips trail over the points of your face where your marks reside, before softly pressing them against your own. he loves how unique they make you look, and he thinks they compliment your features perfectly. it makes him so sad when he sees you trying to cover them up with makeup, and the fact that you don't see them the way he does genuinely hurts him. he loves the idea that your beauty marks are where your lover kissed you the most during your past life, and he likes to kiss them in hopes that he'll be leaving those marks on you in your next life too.

⤷ sugawara, kai, oikawa, tanaka, konoha, kita, hirugami, asahi

⭑ cellulite

he loves to randomly grab your thighs at any chance he gets, enjoying the way the supple flesh feels under his palms. he thinks you look amazing in thigh high socks and cute little skirts, and whenever he sees the small amount of pudge at the top of your socks he'll definitely have a hard time keeping his hands to himself. to be honest he probably didn't even realise you had cellulite until you pointed it out to him, too preoccupied with how absolutely gorgeous you look to notice such a small detail. reminds you that it's completely normal and natural, and will reassure you that he thinks it's beautiful as many times as it takes until you start to believe him.

⤷ daichi, bokuto, yamamoto, kyotani, atsumu, nishinoya, meian

⭑ being thin

he honestly can't understand why you don't like your body, because in his eyes you're literally perfect. he knows that you tend to wear baggier clothing most of the time, the loose fabric swallowing up your figure and concealing the parts you dislike the most about yourself, but he would be lying if he said he didn't love those days when it's really hot outside and you opt for something that's a little more revealing than usual. he adores the way tighter clothes look on you, and the way they show off and accentuate your beautiful figure. he thinks you look so pretty and delicate, and the fact you're smaller than him makes him swoon.

⤷ kageyama, kenma, hanamaki, sakusa, yamaguchi, goshiki, kunimi

⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!

[cottonlemonade]

The school lunch menu request is such a cute idea! I’ve never requested anything. I assume it’s open so anyone can request?

If that's the case, and since I love your Kita pieces (particularly ‘A Simpler Life’), I’m gonna take menu A with strawberry milk and a dorayaki and sit next to him!

Congrats on the 400 followers. They're well deserved!

Comparing Scores

word count: 1037 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: rival!Kita x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, rivals to lovers

warnings: none

request: fluffy, jealous rival Kita

“y/n-san.”

You closed your eyes in annoyance at the calm voice and after a barely audible sigh, looked up from your notes.

“Yes?”

Your class president regarded you with his usual icy stare for a moment before asking, “How did yer test go?”

And there he did it again. As if he didn’t know that he beat you by two points.

“You know very well how it went.”, you grumbled.

“No, that’s why I’m askin’.”

“I got a 98. There, are you happy now?”

Kita blinked twice.

“That’s a great score, well done.”

You scoffed. “And I’m guessing you got 100?”

“101, actually.” When you just stared in disbelief, he added, “There was a bonus question on the back.”

Your shoulders shook with anger. You hadn’t even noticed.

“Good for you.”, you pressed out.

“Thank you.”, he replied, still standing in front of you like he was waiting for something.

You were about to tell him to leave you alone when Aran stepped to your table.

“Hey y/n-san!”, he greeted happily and your face softened immediately, “Heard ya swept the floor with the class on that test. What did ya get?”

You gave a little fake-humble chuckle and shrugged, “Well, you know, not perfect but I got a 98.”

Kita frowned. He had asked you the same question and you had glared at him as if he had demanded you clean the classroom floor with a toothbrush. He watched closely as his best friend kept making simple smalltalk, asking about your plans for the weekend and if you’d wanna join him and his girlfriend for a movie since they had an extra ticket.

Why was it so easy for others to make you smile?

Kita focused on your hands, fluttering through the air as you animatedly discussed further plans and perked up when he heard his name.

“Ya wanna come, too, Kita?”, Aran asked, patting his friend on the shoulder.

“If it’s not too much trouble.”

The two boys turned their attention back to you when you let out an involuntary groan.

“Something the matter, y/n?”, the ace frowned.

“It’s just… actually, you know what, just give the ticket to him. I don’t have time anyway.”

“Come on, it’s just a movie. It’ll take two, maybe three hours outta yer day. What’s the harm?”

“I don’t want to go if he is there.”

Surprisingly, you looked just as shocked at your words as Kita felt. His eyes widened, then he bowed and excused himself, going back to his seat.

All throughout the next period you kept your eyes on Kita’s back. He seemed alright, you thought.

You hadn’t meant to say it out loud. You had fully planned on finding an elegant excuse not to go but something about this boy just rubbed you the wrong way. Probably because he was everything you hoped you could ever be - calm, composed, incredibly smart and capable in anything he touched.

Did your words hurt his feelings? You chewed your bottom lip, not hearing when the teacher called your name for an answer.

As you began to stutter, trying to make sense of what was written on the blackboard, Kita raised his hand and gave a flawless reply, as per usual.

You sunk further down in your chair. He didn’t seem all that bothered after all. Still, you should apologize.

And so, once the bell rang announcing the end of the day and everyone filed out of the classroom, you took a deep breath.

“Kita-san.”

The gray-haired boy paused in the middle of putting his books neatly into his backpack and looked up at you.

You turned, waiting for a moment or two until the remaining stragglers left the room to not have any witnesses.

When the door closed behind the last student you brought your eyes back to Kita who still waited patiently, still halting in the movement of sliding his workbook between two notepads.

“I’m…” Ugh, why did you do this to yourself? He was perfectly fine. Maybe you shouldn’t… “I’m…” Come on, y/n, just one more word. Come on. “Sorry.”, you breathed out.

“Sorry?”, he repeated, tilting his head slightly in question.

“Yes.”, you said, firmer this time, “I’m sorry.” Look at you go, not even stumbling that time.

“For what?”

Oh come on, don’t make me say it! He was just rubbing it in again, wasn’t he!

But when you met his eyes, the question seemed genuine.

“It was rude of me to say that earlier.” You added a little bow for good measure.

“I meant to ask a while ago-”, he began and you straightened, looking at him, “Did I do something to ya? Did I insult ya in some way? Because if I did, that wasn’t my intention.”

“It wasn’t?”, you blurted out and he blinked again, this time in alarm.

“No, of course not.”

“So… when you always ask about my scores and tell me yours, you…”

“I was just makin’ conversation.”, he admitted.

“You… what?”

“I was just tryin’ to find a way to talk to ya.”, he said simply, finally slipping his workbook into his backpack.

“But why?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I dunno.”, you mumbled and felt really silly all of a sudden.

“I like ya.”, he said, again in that very matter of fact tone of his and your jaw dropped.

“Yer smart and funny. People find it easy to talk to ya - not that I would know.” Did he… just make a joke?!

“And I think yer really pretty.”, he added, zipping up his backpack and getting up from his chair. He wasn’t that much taller than you, you noticed. Strange, you would have thought that all the volleyball team was super tall.

“You think I’m pretty?”, you asked, your voice rather quiet and probably a whole octave higher. Subconsciously you tugged at the front of your uniform, that always looked too baggy or too tight on your plump figure.

He nodded. “Of course.”

And then he shouldered his backpack and just walked past you towards the door.

“Wait!”

He halted and turned, hand on the door handle.

“Do you… maybe… wanna go to the movies this weekend? W-with me?”

Kita smiled and nodded again.

a/n: thank you so so much for your kind words! “A Simpler Life” is actually one of my favorite pieces ever because Kita is just 🤌🏻 thank you also for the prompt! I hope you liked it! 🌟

[sugawarassoulmate]

someone else tries to get with them

feat loser!kuroo, enemies to lovers!kita, and toxic!oikawa

part 1

cw: fem!reader

loser!kuroo

kuroo's body tensed the second one of them came close to him. he always hates these events — spending hours fake laughing at awful jokes to get on the good side of investors. his only joy is when you tag along, keeping prying eyes at bay.

but kuroo's found himself cornered by three women, all the much-too-young wives of some of his colleagues who were all taken with the handsome ceo.

"this suit looks amazing on you," one of them said. kuroo wanted to tell her that his wife picked out his outfit but before he could answer, another chimed in. "you just fill it up so well, have you been working out?"

his eyes flick over across the room, where you're standing with a quirked brow. you've calmed down a lot since marriage and don't explode with anger every time another woman so much as breaths near kuroo anymore. instead, you took a sip from your wine glass and gave him a look that said, "figure it out."

"can we get you a drink?" one of the other women asks as kuroo feels another pulling on his bicep. did they not see the wedding band on his finger? did none of them notice him walking into the room with you on his arm?

he starts sweating, eyes darting back to you and then the women. kuroo's so used to you taking charge and staking your claim on him but he can't allow you to be disrespected like this.

as one of the women tries to pull him in again, kuroo fights out of her grasp. "i'm married!!!" he blurted out, startling not only the women but a few people that were nearby. embarrassed that he raised his voice, kuroo cleared his throat. "sorry for yelling but i don't think it's appropriate for us to talk like this. i love my wife very much. have a good night."

kuroo makes his way toward you, a smug grin on your face. "so, you into ugly girls or something?"

"baby, please," he whines.

enemies to lovers!kita

you may have found kita absolutely insufferable but most people found him a joy to be around. he was kind and respectful to others. the kind of person that helps others without asking or walks old ladies across the street. it seemed as though kita didn't have an unkind word to say about anyone, except for you.

because of his benevolence, most people wanted to be around him. girls threw themselves at him, knowing that he'd be the type to spoil his significant other. that wasn't the annoying part — because you definitely didn't care about some dumb bimbo trying to get his attention. it was the older women who tried to set kita up with their daughters that irked you the most.

"you know, i have a daughter your age that you'd just be perfect for," or "do you have a girlfriend? my niece could really use a sweet boy like you, can i give her your number?"

even after explaining that he was too focused on his studies and helping his grandma with the farm to even think about dating, these women wouldn't take no for an answer.

"can you tell whoever's blowing up your phone to cut the shit?" you complained, growing tired of the constant buzzing.

kita rolls his eyes at your foul language. he doesn't bother looking at his phone as the two of you lock up the club room for the night. "one of my grandma's friends gave my number to her daughter and she keeps tryin' to set up a date," he says, bored expression never leaving his face.

"you're that down bad that you need your grandma's buddies to get a date?" you scoffed, trying to hide the fact that it may bother you just a little bit that there are so many people trying to get kita's attention.

perceptive as ever, kita catches onto your catty attitude. "she probably won't stop until i say yes to a date," he says nonchalantly, walking back onto campus.

he's only getting a rise out of you. what little free time kita has left from all of his other responsibilities goes to you—both of you know it's true, there's no reason to argue. still, you'd just die if you couldn't make a comment at his expense. "i mean if, sure, you're into ugly girls. this girl can't get a date on her own?" you rambled, stomping beside kita as you head back to your apartment. "but don't let me stop you. i know how much you love doing charity work."

"i won't go if you don't want me to," kita hums, holding the door open for you (1. because he's a gentleman, 2. because he knows it pisses you off.)

"i don't care what you do," you said back to him in a similar mocking tone.

that weekend, though, kita is at your place, where he usually spends most of his weekends. "your date was that bad, huh?" you said as soon as you open the door for him.

"i told her it wouldn't work out and deleted her number," kita answers, carefully removing his shoes and placing them neatly by your door. "i only have time fer important things." he makes direct eye contact when he says it before brushing past you to head to your bedroom.

kita's words stump you for a second, trying to figure out what he meant but soon, his irritating voice comes back, scolding you to hurry back and any thought you had before is forgotten as an insult leaves your lips.

toxic!oikawa

you felt terrible for being late. punctuality was something you always prided yourself on but your boss seemed to think differently, keeping you in the office for hours.

normally, you'd suck it up and accept that you had a shit day at work but you and oikawa had a date planned — one that took ages for both of you to set up.

the image of oikawa sitting at the restaurant alone broke your heart, so you practically raced over there, barely having time to change out of your work clothes.

"i'm so sorry, babe. my boss is such a dick and then the trains were slow—" you rambled as soon as you sat down, immediately asking for your boyfriend's forgiveness

"hey, slow down! it's okay, honey," he said, pushing a glass of wine across the table for you. "i know you didn't mean to be late. you're here now, that's what matters. i already ordered for the two of us."

he had every right to lay into you tonight. this was the perfect opportunity for him to be at his most dramatic, to really make you feel guilty for being late but he acted with a maturity you weren't used to seeing.

"i still feel bad that you were sitting here all by yourself," you said, reaching over to hold his hand.

oikawa shrugged. "well, i wasn't totally alone. our waitress kept me company while i waited."

you hate to say that the second he said "waitress" the alarm bells started ringing in your head. a handsome, young man like oikawa sitting alone in a fancy restaurant is like food on a silver platter for some of these vultures.

and you could only imagine how charming he must have been when the waitress comforted him about being by himself—smiling at her jokes and staring up at her with those warm brown eyes of his, completely unaware of that she would take it as an invitation.

you tried to swallow the bitterness down, not wanting to put a sour note on the night. you opened your mouth to speak but a grating sound stopped you.

"ohhhh, how good of you to finally show," said the high-pitched voice, dripping with faux concern. "i was worried you might have stood this poor man up."

oikawa laughs at the unfunny joke, clearly finding all of this amusing and she practically sparkles at the slightest hint of his approval. "i don't know how you'd ever let him out of your sight. any girl would just love to snatch him right up,'

his eyes glance over at you, ready to see how you'll react. oikawa just loves it when you get territorial of him and even though you've gotten better over the years, there's still that part of you that's always ready to claw someone's eyes out for thinking they could stake their claim on him.

"you're right, any girl would. in fact, many have tried and they've all failed," you smiled up at her, gripping oikawa's hand harder so she would have to take notice of it. "now be a dear and have our food ready soon, okay? i want to spend some time with my boyfriend."

with her tail between her legs, the waitress scurries from the table, muttering something about the food. oikawa laughs again, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles. "my mean baby, you know you don't have anything to worry about, yeah?"

of course, you knew. you wouldn't be with oikawa if you didn't trust him but any girl who had the slightest inkling that she could lead your man astray had to be humbled—and oikawa would be lying if he didn't enjoy the possessive look you get in your eye.

"let's enjoy our dinner, babe."

©sugawarassoulmate 2023 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[lees-chaotic-brain-reblogs]

Haikyuu Fic Recs

Note: I do sometimes link my reblogs bc there is literally nothing I hate more than clicking on a link only to arrive at the ghost blog page.

Blogs to just read through: @emmyrosee @screamin-abt-haikyuu @quirrrky @kairakeiji @augustinewrites @mysterystarz @tahdashi @haikyuuphilia @kitashinsvks @adoringhaikyuu

Oikawa

@atsumwah

If You Had to Pick (fluff)

@ktsumu

Fifth Time's the Charm (fluff)

@verahella

Dad Moments (fluff)

@earthtooz

Young and Beautiful (fluff)

@teddybeartoji

Helping him Stretch (suggestive)

@livinghostly

Back to It (fluff)

@oreosmama

Voicemails After Breakup (angst)

@chimielie

And They Were Roommates (misunderstandings)

Kuroo

@tetzoro

Loser Boyfriend Kuroo (fluff)

@rintaroll

Truth or Drink (exes to lovers)

@tetsuskei

Colleague (office au)

@clubkira

Power Outage (comfort)

@a4nnnnn

Love at First Bite (fluff)

@bluebird-in-the-breeze

The Cafe Critique Project (fluff)

Iwaizumi

@fuyuluvr

I Didn't Mean It (hurt/comfort)

@dumbseee

Idol Girlfriend (fluff)

@sugarlywhispers

Do Something Cute (fluff)

@bananawafers

The Perfect Fit (fluff)

@arhvste

Instagram (fluff)

Akaashi

@fuyuluvr

I Didn't Mean It (hurt/comfort)

@luvring

University with Akaashi (university au)

Ushijima

@ktsumu

A Childhood Bedroom (fluff)

@strwbrryeyes

As a Best Friend (fluff)

Kita

@atsumwah

If You Had to Pick (fluff)

Bokuto

@bananawafers

What Dating him Looks Like (fluff)

Tsukishima

@livinghostly

Cat's Out of the Bag (fluff)

Kenma

@verahella

Dad Moments (fluff)

Kageyama

@verahella

Dad Moments (fluff)

Nishinoya

@sugarlywhispers

Nightmare (comfort)

Tendou

@oreosmama

Voicemails After Breakup (angst)

Daichi

@atsumwah

If You Had to Pick (fluff)

Atsumu

@gojoath-deactivated20240402

Stay for Breakfast (fluff, comfort)

@hihello-pinky

Varsity Crush (fluff)

[semiis]

KIND OF CLICHE W/ MIYA ATSUMU

pairing: miya atsumu x reader

genre: best friends to lovers : fluff

“alright! I’ll see ya guys tomorrow.” atsumu called out, closing his dorm’s door behind him with a decisive click. 

throwing his head against the door, atsumu sighed breathlessly. his gaze wandered to the clock on the wall, its hands pointing to [22:10]. surprise flickered in his eyes as he realized he had been practicing at the gym for nearly six hours. he didn’t mean to overwork himself today but he needed to ensure his skills were perfection. he was resolute in his determination to secure sponsorships and, eventually, a full draft if he wanted to make it as a professional athlete. if his ambition demanded he push his body to its limits, he welcomed the challenge without hesitation.  

with a weary huff, atsumu pushed himself away from the door and began his trudge towards his room. utterly exhausted, the mere thought of his bed waiting just ahead filled him with a profound sense of relief. as he finally approached, he flung the door open with vigor and carelessly threw his gym bag across the room, indifferent to where it landed. collapsing onto his bed, a sigh of bliss escaped his lips. this was all he desired after such an arduous day of practice—a fleeting moment of peace and rest.  

he closed his eyes, breaths growing shallow as he sank deeper into relaxation. at this rate, he would inevitably succumb to sleep—not that he would mind. a moment of sleep would do wonders for his exhausted body. with no morning classes tomorrow, the idea of sleeping in was irresistibly tempting to his fatigued mind. just as he began to drift to sleep, a resounding knock on his door jolted him back to wakefulness. 

he groaned as he sat up, his gaze settling on the figure standing at his door. his eyes narrowed into a piercing glare, and with a gesture of utter annoyance, he flipped them off before sinking back onto his bed. 

“go away, suna” atsumu grumbled grumpily. “i’m trying to rest here.”

“first of all, that was rude, asshole.” suna retorted bitterly, though a hint of playfulness still colored his tone. “secondly, not my problem you decided to stay at the gym later than usual.” 

atsumu groaned even louder at the reminder of his six-hour practice session and turned on his side to fix a tired gaze on suna, who stood casually in the doorway. 

“whatever dude.” atsumu muttered. “what do ya want?”

“i just came to tell you to check your phone.” suna replied. “kita’s talking about something in the volleyball group chat and is kind of bothered that you’re not responding.” 

atsumu sighed and patted his pockets, searching for his phone, but found nothing. alarmed, he sat up and checked his pockets again more frantically. he rummaged through his bed sheets but still came up empty handed. he tried to think where he could have left it and finally relaxed when he remembered packing it in his gym bag. he was too tired to remember doing that before.

he begrudgingly rose from his bed, slowly making his way towards the bag he had carelessly flung across the room earlier. as he picked it up and unzipped it, he cautiously felt around for his phone, sighing in relief as his fingers closed around the familiar rectangular object. just as he was about to retrieve it, he froze. his fingers had brushed against something mysterious—something that felt like…paper? 

puzzled, he furrowed his brows. he didn’t recall packing anything with paper in his gym bag; all his books and homework were in his regular school bag. intrigued, he reached for the flimsy object and slowly drew it out. his eyes fell on the paper in his hands, and he began to scan its contents. with each line he read, his eyes widened, and a swell of joy and excitement surged within him.

“no way…” he murmured, struggling to suppress a smile.

kind of cliche

⤷ part 2 : that was rude

synopsis • too scared to actually admit your feelings for Miya Atsumu - your best friend- face to face, your friends encourage you to leave him anonymous letters expressing just how much you like him — which, to you, seems kind of cliche.

—

↷ taglist — open (send an ask to be added)

@wyrcan @iuspired @lifesucksweswallow @adorebeomgyu @stayyyyyyyyyyyy21 @chilichopsticks @lixie-phoria @sereniteav

© semiis 2024 ; do not translate, repost, modify, or copy my work.

[tsukiran]

haikyuu fic recs [ 4 ]

list #1 list #2 list #3 list #5

akaashi keiji. bringing daughter to work // 35mm // sorry, there's only one room left

bokuto koutarou. as a dad // on cloud 9 // laundry shenanigans // 1:40pm // best sweatshirt // tight fit

hinata shoyo. suck // we're hungry // get back

iwaizumi hajime. your brother will kill me if he finds out // mary ann // moan your name // latte me be your lover // grilled cheese // hugs

kageyama tobio. lost ring // laughters

kita shinsuke. just for you // steady // gentle paws

kozume kenma. big stretch

kuroo tetsurou. did it hurt // picture perfect // the lakehouse // spicy sleepover weekend - heatwave edition

matsukawa issei. sperm donor

miya atsumu. shugu // reassurance // birthday wish // sssshit (Hisako) // bad hair day // oatmilk latte // goo goo eyes // hello goodbye // birds of a feather (smau)

miya osamu. was i meant to love you? // anger-melting kisses // perverts // hot even on winter // daddies in december // inevitably // pillows // gray hairs // sweetpie // no glasses please (Hisako) // vs babysitter // favorite color

oikawa tooru. bizarre impulse // kawa.. no // feels like coming home

sakusa kiyoomi. his TOTGA // be good with kids // omi-omi // bus relations // rare specimen // PDA // you okay with this? // jealous omi (com)

sugawara koushi. anatomy of a wish

suna rintarou. socks // your IG while dating // doodoo fart pt2 // rin-nii // anyone // spidey // fake fiancee // be a man // betrayal (Akito) // engagement ring // kita-senpai // aloha, hawaii (smau) // clingy

tsukishima kei. private tour

ukai keishin. positive

ushijima wakatoshi. her playlist // never came this close

inarizaki boys. easily flustered

JNT. great with kids // tsukimi ao3 fic recs masterlist

miya twins. double trouble // twin // samu knows best

msby4. bestfriend

seijoh 4. 4play

various. pick-me girl // kenthoe angst rec masterlist // plushies // wedding ring // eggyrocks smau masterlist // haikyu-mp4 flyer series // osakunt's masterlist

ran2023. updated 9/7/24

[lizzy06]

Kita Shinsuke x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Inarizaki Fic Rec Masterlist

One for the Rules ✨by alkhale (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff, acto!shinsuke)[COMPLETED]

Patience is a virtue ✨✨by @watevermelon (oneshot, fluff, humor, childhood friends to lovers)You lost track of the days that you were in love with Kita. He was the wielder of cold-logic and held the bluntest of words at times, but he showed his own special brand of care. What you hadn’t expected was for him to especially care about you.[COMPLETED]

A stranger you know well ✨by @love-amihan (oneshot, angst) It's your wedding day and you get closure(kinda) with your ex.[COMPLETED]

a place to call home ✨✨by @nariism (oneshot, childhood rivals to lovers, one bed trope) "be kind, shinsuke." that's what yumie always told her grandson. and he would live by those words—even if it meant sleeping on the floor every weekend.[COMPLETED]

Lavender ✨by sansos/@snailsos (oneshot, fluff) Every decision, every action, every step that you took served to distance you from your past. Yet you still clung on to the lavender bookmark that bound you back to it.[COMPLETED]

If Memory Serves Pt 1,  Pt 2 ✨✨by @seokiloquy (oneshot, humor) your mom sent you to farm.[COMPLETED]

lover be good to me ✨by flintstrike (soulmae au, hurt/comfort, slowburn)You meet Kita Shinsuke on a rainy summer day, with a sea of hydrangeas swirling at your feet. You know him instantly, as only a soulmate can. He seems like a good man. Like a good soulmate.[COMPLETED]

Again by @yourstarvic (oneshot, fluff, past lovers, )You and Kita meet up again and decide to make a promise.[COMPLETED]

Grant her wish by @caxsthetic (oneshot, fluff) He never expected you to be there in his life, someone who was chaotic and may change his routine. But then, maybe he needed you after all.[COMPLETED]

kita shinsuke loves his grandmother by @augustinewrites(oneshot, fluff) His grandmother keeps pestering him to date you.[COMPLETED]

GOLDEN DAYS by @sukirichi (oneshot)what it’s like dating Inarizaki’s golden boy.[COMPLETED]

Enemies ✨by @loveephia (oneshot, kinda enemies to lovers, tooth rooting fluff)in which you can’t believe that someone like kita exists, and you hate him for being so perfect.[COMPLETED]

a sea of flowers in bloom ✨✨by sunmoonstarsrain (fluff, humor, angst with happy ending)"Take a holiday", your best friend said, "somewhere in the countryside, i know just the place". You probably shouldn't have trusted her. Not when she sent you to Kita Shinsuke's rice farm (aka the home of a god).[COMPLETED]

Slowly Falling In Love by mochi_puff(arranged marriage, fluff, slowburn)You and Kita Shinsuke got wed through an arranged marriage. This is a slice-of-life, slowburn fic of the two of you.[COMPLETED]

In Due Time ✨by deltachye (oneshot, wedding fluff) You meet at a wedding, and you know it’s a bit hasty, but your Pinterest board titled “Wedding Inspo” could really be put to use right about now.[COMPLETED]

 Dancing in the Morning Sun ✨by Channelei(oneshot, humor, fluff) Kita wakes up in his childhood home to the chaos that is his wife and his grandmother dancing together at 6:15am.[COMPLETED]

won't go home without you by @i-need-entertainment (oneshot, angst, fluff) You and Shinsuke have a fight.[COMPLETED]

a multitude of happy deviations✨ by @eggtoasties (oneshot, fluff) When Kita comes to practice with lipgloss on his mouth, chaos ensues.[COMPLETED]

Season + Weather by ejqz (fluff, light angst)Kita Shinsuke adored his grandmother. When she suffered health complications, Kita knew it was time to leave both Osaka and you to return to the countryside. After the winter chill comes the bearing of spring. Then comes the summer of cicadas, and finally the fields of neverending gold.[COMPLETED]

[ohmykiyo]

🪦 title ; cuddles w/ hq boys :) genre ; fluff warnings ; lowercase intended characters ; sakusa, suna, atsumu, konoha, akaashi, kita 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; felt cuddly today, and i miss my boys so heres this my loves :) reqs are open!

SAKUSA shuffles lightly under the covers of your shared bed. he's quiet.. almost too quiet. you don't seem to notice as you're scrolling through instagram sleepily.

he's pouting. he knows you can't see it, but as his girlfriend, you should at least feel his clinginess radiating right now. but you pay no mind.

he groans loudly, which catches your attention.

"what's wrong, kiyo?" you mumble, stifling a yawn.

he sneers at you, crossing his arms over his chest. "how're you gonna ask me that without looking at me?"

you roll your eyes. sakusa couldn't see it due to the dark, but he felt it. finally turning your body to face him, you ask again. "what's wrong, baby?"

he stills. silence fills the air. it's not awkward, more like.. comfortable. but, the tension sakusa feels right now is enough to make it awkward.

"'m cold." he mutters.

you raise an eyebrow at him. "but you're under the covers, my love?"

his pout deepens, he's gonna have to say it since you don't get the hint.

in reality, you do. you just wanna hear his small pleas.

he frowns, "wanna cuddle you."

your lips turn up into a grin, drawing wobbly hearts on his bicep with your index.

"c'mere then, baby." you laugh, your arms opening up.

he crawls scoots towards you excitedly. snuggling close, he lets out a content sigh.

he finally turns in for the night, resting peacefully beside his lover.

SUNA yawns tiredly as he walks into your shared home. he smiles slightly at the sight of you on the couch.

you're immersed in some tv series, popping chips in your mouth every few minutes.

he says a little "i'm home!" to grab your attention.

the moment you heard his voice, you jumped up cheerfully. "rin!"

you engulf him in a comforting hug, and he indulges in it. taking in your scent, he whispers, "missed you, pretty."

your cheeks turn red before shoving him gently. he only smirks at your reaction, poking your cheek.

"i missed you, too." you smile. you notice the slight slump of his shoulders and his exhausted eyes.

he is definitely in need of cuddles.

you stare at him intently, "get into your pj's, rin, come cuddle me."

him being absolutely in love with you, follows your orders. walking into the bedroom and shortly coming out in his pj's which coincidentally matched with yours.

"i'm waiting, baby." he smiles, leaning on the hallway wall.

you had just finished cleaning up, so you happily skip to his tall figure.

he grabs hold of your hand before leading you into the bedroom and placing you on the comfy bed.

you open your arms, ready to wrap them around his neck as he lays his head on your chest.

"tiring day?"

he nods, placing soft kisses to your chest and collarbone before going dead silent.

he rests easy, falling asleep to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

ATSUMU lays sprawled out on the bed. he seems to be getting more and more irritated as he waits for you.

you, his perfect little lover, were taking your time doing your skincare. you did this every night meticulously, even on nights when atsumu was needy for your touch.

you hear him from the bathroom, groaning and whining, growing impatient at your slow ass.

"babe, ya might as well kill me while yer doin' allat." he complains.

you scoff, "'tsumu stop being a brat."

he only huffs, a visible pout on his lips.

you finally pack away your skincare products, walking into the bedroom where your petty boyfriend lays.

"'m here now, 'tsumu." you call, waiting for him to acknowledge you.

he looks at you for a brief moment, then looks back up at the ceiling. "go back to the bathroom since ya wanna take 30 fuckin' years doin' god knows what." he says, sarcasm lacing his tone.

"oh really? don't mind if i-"

"don't ya dare finish that sentence." he growls, now sitting up. he stares at you, expectantly.

"whaddya want, 'tsum? you keep staring." you smile sheepishly.

"get the fuck into bed? what're ya doin' just standin' there?" he huffs, "i'm gettin' cold."

you hear the last part, you don't think you were meant to but you did.

smiling cheekily, you take your place beside him, scooting closer to his warm body.

"if you're cold, cuddle me back." you say, nudging your head into his side. he groans dramatically, but complies anyway.

he places a gentle kiss to your head, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist securely.

"g'night, ma princess." he whispers, drifting off.

he sleeps like a baby, your small breaths soothing him.

KONOHA taps on his table impatiently. he's been doing a shit ton of school work and it's stressing him out more than usual.

he sighs, tired and needing a little pick-me-up, he chooses to search for you.

he walks out of his room and shuffles around the house before finding you in the kitchen, watching something on your phone.

"hi, my love." he whispers, hands finding their way to your shoulders. you look up at him, a smile on your face. you put your phone down before getting up to wrap your arms around his neck.

"you okay, aki?" you ask, caressing the nape of his neck.

he lets out a dejected sigh, slumping a little and laying his head on your shoulder. "tired." he mumbles.

you pinch his cheek gently before bringing him into his bedroom.

plopping him down on the soft sheets, you lay beside him, placing his head carefully on your plush thighs.

konoha lets out another sigh, this time a content one. he takes your hand before laying it on his chest as he caresses it with his thumb.

"you sure know me well, don't you, love?" he smiles, looking up at you. you only nod, running your fingers through his dirty-blonde hair.

"take it easy, baby." you whisper.

that was the last thing he head before falling asleep to your warm touch.

AKAASHI waits quietly, his eyes gliding over the words on the book he's currently reading.

he's patient, he waits and waits as you finish up getting ready for bed. his favorite time of the day was when you're incredibly tired and come to him being all affectionate.

he loved that. seeing you all clingy for his touch just warmed his heart.

he finally looks up from his book as you flick off the light to the bathroom. "you ready for bed, my love?"

you nod, a yawn escaping your lips. you make your way to his side, laying there as if you're a dead body. still and unmoving.

he pokes your side, putting his book away. "you're forgetting something, sweetheart." he whispers.

you look up at him with tired eyes, snuggling closer to his chest as you mumble a quiet "goodnight, my love." before he pulls you closer.

he smiles at your sleepy face, pressing one last kiss to your head before dozing off as well.

KITA watches you intently as you get the bed ready for the both of you to sleep in. "i could've done that, y'know?" he says.

you look up at him blankly before continuing to fix up the bed, "you're tired, and you had a long day."

his eyes widen. he didn't think you'd notice.

but the slump of his shoulders and the tired red eyes were enough to give it away.

you pick up the blanket, settling in between the blanket and the bed. you pat the empty stop beside you, motioning for him to get in as well.

a small and unnoticeable smile makes its way to his lips. 'i'm so lucky.' he thought.

he takes his place beside you. you extend your arm for him to lay on, and he complies happily. moving his arm to hold your waist, he mumbles a little "i love you".

your hand makes its way to his cheek, caressing the soft skin gently. you smile, muttering a quiet "i love you more".

[nectardaddy]

'88 Ford | Kita Shinsuke

chapter four | rattled

masterlist

note: no smau parts in this one, a bit short but trust

track four . . . if I had a lover

"Fuck it," he heard her grumble, voice holding an annoyance that was easily apparent. Quickly hearing the passenger door swing open and close just as fast; leaving the man in the truck with a loss for words. Whisking herself out in the elements like a bat out of hell, seemingly, without a second thought. I'm so in over my head.

The pair had sat in the truck for over twenty minutes, rain still beating down with no end in sight as it continued on; even through heavy rain hitting the windshield, he knew the gravel road was filled with puddles by now. But those twenty minutes were spent in brief conversation, the eb and flow choppy and inconsistent as both parties weren't entirely sure of what to say - until a match was lit to the fire under her.

So he watched in confusion, a bit too awestruck to move, as the woman passed in front of his truck to the old one. Stubborn as a mule and running off of sheer spite of the day, but finding himself completely enthralled regardless by her. Looking at her in uncertainty before it quickly turned to concern, what on earth is she doing? Grabbing the handle of his door, and pushing, he was met with the onslaught of rain, hitting him hard as he got out, neglecting his hat and all else.

Grey hairs stuck to his face almost immediately, forcing him to rake a hand through his hair as so prevent it from falling in his eyes. And he pulled at his sleeves more, putting a stop to, even a bit of, the feeling of fabric glued to skin. "Ma'am?" Confusion intertwined within the timbre of his voice.

But she ignored him, or rather didn't hear him over the shower from above; as she decided that now was the perfect time to fix the, god forsaken, tire. So as he neared her, boots stepping in puddles and mud, making a mess of himself, he called her name. A name he barely used with her as he thought it was too informal. Too caught up in concern to even realize until it left his lips, rolling off his tongue far too easy than he would have liked it to. That got her attention.

"I'm gonna' lose it if I sit in that truck any longer, Shinsuke," groaning loudly within her words as she picked up the wrench from the old truck's bed. "And there's no time like the present, that way no one has t'come back for this piece of shit." I didn't need your dad's luck for ripping into me, I needed it for this.

"But it's stormin'," he reasoned, his voice holding a twang more than before, but still calm and gentle. "You're getting soaked." She'll be the death of me. But, god, he couldn't lie to himself knowing there was a part of him that liked it; craved it, even, a determination that was fiery and loud - completely unswaying.

"As if I wasn't drenched to begin with," countering with a hum. "And so are you, if you haven't noticed," and he watched her eyes drag down him before returning to his face. Her glances weren't unusual to the man, often brushing them off resiliently as to not rile his conscience. But, good lord, his, normally, collected self felt rattled at her look alone.

You're too pretty to be looking at me like that. Thinking to himself as he then turned his eyes to the tire she wished to fix. If he didn't look at her then, possibly, the feelings would go away. It felt wrong, sinful, out right irresponsible, to look at her in the moment; clothes clinging to her from the weather, and water hitting her only to drip down. "Then at least let me help you, ma'am" he offered, knowing damn well her mind was set; and to further his mind as far away as he could from the latter thought. "I don't want t'see you get hurt."

"Then get over here," an exasperated resonance leaving her in a sigh. "If you just stood there and watched, I woulda' kicked your ass myself."

taglist under cut

@wyrcan @chizunata @seroh @chemiru @froyaoya

@h3xi2g0n3 @localgaytrainwreck @mollyrolls @causenessus @diorzs

@rory-cakes @phoenix-eclipses @pattys-got-cakes @girlkissersco

@jaynawayna

[syuga-s]

you're my home, so take me there

w.c. 7k pairing. time skip!hanamaki takahiro x fem!reader genre. filthy friends to lovers 👅 a/n. NSFW MDNI !!! if you can't tell who's my favorite boy in haikyuu then i don't know what to tell you, smut!, porn with a little plot, THEY LOVE EACH OTHER YOUR HONOR, mentions of wine, implied vacations with the seijoh four, fluff at times, not exactly cheating but you're going out with Kita in this onE AANNDDD, idk it's hot

The sultry evening air enveloped you in a warm, sticky embrace, heavy with the heady fragrance of tropical blooms. The moonlit terrace of the rented villa was the perfect setting for a relaxing night with your longtime friend, Makki. As you sat side by side, you could feel the stress and worries of your daily lives melting away under the gentle caress of the warm breeze.

The soft rustle of palm fronds provided a soothing soundtrack to your quiet conversation, punctuated only by the occasional chirping of crickets and distant laughter from neighboring villas. This was a moment to savor, a peaceful escape from the chaos of the outside world.

As the other guys drifted off to sleep, leaving only the two of you under the tranquil gaze of the moon, Makki's deep voice cut through the stillness. His eyes, bright with the reflected light, held a warmth that mirrored the balmy summer night. 

The gentle rustle of leaves and chirping of crickets provided a soothing soundtrack to his words. “I'm glad we came,” he said, his genuine smile spreading across his lips like a sunrise. "It's been too long since I've had the chance to spend time with you." A cool breeze carried the scent of the sea, adding to the serene atmosphere of the moment.

You smiled and nodded, trying to hide the disappointment of not being able to spend more time with your close friend Makki. 

"So, how are things going between you and Kita?" he asked, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.

As soon as he brought up Kita, your heart sank. You knew he couldn't resist prying into your love life, and you didn't know how much longer you could dodge the question without revealing the truth.

Your mind raced as you tried to come up with a response that wouldn't give away the complicated and confusing feelings you had for Kita. "Oh, um…" you began with a sigh, knowing that there was not an answer you could give without betraying your true emotions.

Makki, ever the persistent one, playfully nudged you with a gentle touch. His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he urged you to open up. "Come on, spill the details," he teased, his voice laced with genuine interest.

You hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the complex emotions swirling within you. Finally, you managed to utter, "We're... good." But there was a hint of vagueness in your admission.

Makki's smile faltered slightly. "Just good?" he prodded, sensing that there was more to the story.

You took a deep breath and tried to put your feelings into words. "Well, yeah," you began, the words tumbling out in a rush. "It's just that we've not had any real conversations about where things are headed."

Makki raised an eyebrow, his expression thoughtful. "So you haven't told him how you feel yet?" he surmised, his voice tinged with understanding.

A sense of vulnerability washed over you as you nodded.

"More like he hasn't told me what we are yet," you confessed, feeling exposed in front of Makki. "And I don't want to be the one to bring it up."

Makki's eyes flickered with a mix of sympathy and amusement as he regarded you, understanding the complexities of your situation. His gentle tone encouraged you to search deeper into your thoughts.

As Makki's suggestion of you being the one to bring up that conversation, hung in the air, you scoffed at the idea that Kita might be waiting for you to take the lead in defining your relationship. The notion seemed absurd and almost comical in the mid all of your uncertainty. However, beneath your dismissive facade, a seed of doubt took root, whispering about missed opportunities and the lot of possibilities.

"Maybe because I don't know if he truly likes me or if he just finds me physically attractive," you mumbled, the thought suddenly occurring to you. "He never shows any genuine interest in me beyond my body."

A scowl tugged at your lips as you pushed away memories of your most intimate moments together. "He could easily be with anyone else for all he cares," you added, the sting of your own rejection sharpening your words.

The silence between you and Makki was so heavy that it felt like he had fallen asleep. But then, in a sudden burst of candor, he spoke up.

"That sounds familiar," he admitted. Your brow furrowed in confusion. "Remember when I was dating that girl from Hawaii? What was her name again?" A chuckle escaped your lips as a vivid memory flooded your mind.

"Marie," you replied with a grin. "The one who adored everything French and pretended she could speak it." He joined in on your laughter.

"Yeah, Marie. She used to say things like, 'Oh Hiro I love your accent,' or, 'Can I have some of that chocolat cake please?'" He mimicked her exaggerated intonation, causing you to laugh even harder at the ridiculousness of it all.

As the moon peeked out from behind a cloud, its soft light illuminated his face and playful demeanor on the terrace. He shrugged off his shirt and the warm night air caressed his bare skin as he settled back into his shorts. You couldn't help but protest, your eyes flickering away from the alluring sight before you. 

With a smirk, he flexed his biceps and teased you while enjoying the playful banter. "Put a shirt on, Makki," you pleaded, trying to resist his teasing.

"What's wrong? Can't handle the view?" he quipped, the moonlight sparkled in his mischievous eyes. "Don't worry, I'll keep it PG-13," he reassured with a wave of his hand.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said, gesturing for you to relax next to him.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes in mock exasperation as his words washed over you, laced with subtle suggestions. His smooth voice and charming smile were like a siren's call, drawing you in despite your best efforts to resist.

"I'm just saying," he persisted, undeterred by your dismissive response. "If you're not interested, I'm sure there are plenty of others who would be."

Your cheeks flushed at the implication and you turned away, trying to regain your composure. But the memory of his touch lingered on your skin, making it hard to resist his advances.

As he urged you to stay with him, his words mingled with the gentle breeze that wrapped around both of you. The weight of his persuasion hung in the air, tempting you to give in to the desire that simmered just beneath the surface.

But as you stood on the brink of surrender, doubt wormed its way into your mind, casting shadows over your resolve. You hesitated, torn between the excitement of his closeness and the indecision of your own desires.

"Are you sure about this?" you asked, your voice trembling with doubt.

His reassuring tone mingled with the cool night air as he responded, "Of course. It's completely normal. Besides, you really don't need that shirt right now" 

In a single moment, he lured you into his web of persuasion and you felt yourself surrendering to his will. With a heavy sigh, you stripped away your clothes and sank onto a lounge chair beside him, gazing up at the endless expanse of stars above. 

The cool night air brushed against your bare skin, a reminder of the freedom that awaited beyond the constraints of societal expectations. "Was that so difficult?" he taunted playfully, his laughter mingling with the rustle of palm fronds in the breeze.

"Shut up," you grumbled half-heartedly, a shy smile tugging at your lips. 

His warm gaze enveloped you, a silent acknowledgment of your newfound liberation. Like a phoenix rising from its ashes, basking in the sensation of self-acceptance, shedding the weight of societal norms with each passing moment. 

"But really, why are you so afraid to show your body around me?" he prodded gently, genuine concern coloring his curious tone. 

"I'm not," you denied weakly, though your flushed cheeks gave away your true feelings. In this moment of raw intimacy, a whirl of conflicting emotions swirled within you. Yet amidst the chaos, a sense of calm washed over you like a soothing balm.

As you stood there illuminated by the moon's gentle glow, it dawned on you that the lines between friendship and something more had blurred beyond recognition. And in that brief moment of vulnerability, you found solace in his comforting presence—a reminder that home wasn't just a physical place but also a state of mind; a sense of belonging that surpassed all your limits.

"Are you finally going to gather the courage to tell him?" his voice pierced through the eerie stillness, echoing the burning question that tormented your soul.

"I-I guess I have no choice," you conceded, his words weighing on your heart like a leaden anchor.

"About time. I'm tired of watching you two dance around each other," he remarked, exasperation seeping into his tone.

"Thanks for the support," you deadpanned, shooting him an annoyed glance as a wry smile tugged at your lips.

"Anytime," he chuckled, his laughter bouncing in your ears as he flashed you a cheeky grin.

"But seriously, I'm genuinely happy for you," he added, his expression softening with sincere affection.

As the night went on, the headiness of the wine enveloped you in a warm haze, blurring the edges of your inhibitions. Each sip brought a sense of weightlessness and calm, washing away the burdens of the day like a gentle tide.

"How are you feeling now? More relaxed?" he asked, cutting through the fog of your thoughts with his sharp voice.

"Definitely more than just relaxed," you admitted with a soft smile playing on your lips.

"You know that this isn't going anywhere, right?" he declared with a mischievous glint in his eye as he swiftly removed your shirt, leaving it abandoned among the scattered remnants of your inhibitions.

"We can put that away later in your room," he suggested, tossing the garment aside without a care. "Perfect," he remarked with satisfaction, his hand resting on your thigh in a silent display of intimacy.

His words hung in the air like a guillotine, slicing through the thin veneer of your composure. The intensity of his gaze bore into you like hot coals, searing your soul with its relentless probing. A gnawing unease gripped at your resolve, threatening to unravel the carefully constructed walls around your heart.

"I won't talk to Shinsuke, I don't think I—" you circled back to the prior subject.

"Why not?" he persisted, his voice gentle yet insistent as he pushed for answers that you were not ready to give. You felt exposed, vulnerable under his unwavering scrutiny.

"I can't," you whispered, a tremor of fear laced with regret trembling in your voice.

His arm found its way to your shoulder, offering silent comfort and support during your turmoil. But even that was not enough to quell the rising tide of uncertainty within you.

Hours passed in a blur of laughter and confessions, but the weight of his unspoken question still lingered between you. As the night wore on and the wine bottle emptied, you found yourself shedding inhibitions and basking in the warmth of his presence.

But when it was time to part ways, the promise of tomorrow weighed heavy on your mind.

Alone in the silence of your room, the moonlight casting eerie shadows on the walls, you shed all pretenses and allowed yourself to be consumed by thoughts of Makki.

A soft knock at the door shattered the stillness, sending a jolt of anticipation through your veins. "Who is it?" you called out, barely able to contain the excitement in your voice.

The voice that responded was deep and resonant, but it carried a hint of familiarity that sent a thrill through your body. It was Makki, using the nickname only he knew you by. You stood with bated breath, waiting for him to enter and shatter or fulfill all your hopes and fears. The anticipation hung heavy in the air as if time itself had slowed down in this moment of possibility. 

Every sound seemed amplified - the creak of the door opening, the rustle of fabric as he stepped inside, the thud of his weight on the floor. Your heart beat faster, unsure of what was about to happen, but unable to resist the pull towards him.

You clutched the soft, silky bedsheet to your chest, a rush of anticipation mingling with a hint of apprehension as you awaited his arrival. The room seemed to shrink in size, the walls closing in around you as the seconds stretched into eternity. Every creak and rustle of fabric seemed amplified, making your heart race even faster.

“Excuse me? Are you sleeping here too?” Your voice broke through the silence, pulling yourself from the depths of your own thoughts. You turned to see him standing beside the bed, tall and confident, his presence filling the room.

“Me? Of course, didn’t you know?” he replied casually, his words laced with an air of nonchalance that belied the tension crackling beside you.

"Know what?" you asked, your voice betraying a hint of confusion.

"That I'm staying here," he clarified, his tone matter-of-fact.

"Here, as in my room?" you repeated a note of disbelief creeping into your voice.

"Yes, why not?" he shrugged, as if the idea of sharing your space was the most natural thing in the world. Your mind reeled at the thought of him sleeping in your bed.

"Well, I thought maybe you would want your own bed," you mumbled, feeling suddenly awkward.

"What's wrong with sharing a bed?" he countered, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. You bit your lip nervously, unsure how to respond.

"Nothing! Nothing is wrong with sharing a bed!" you hastily assured him, wishing you could erase the words the second they left your mouth. "But..."

“I was not aware of this. Should I go to the sofa?” you offered tentatively, trying to hide your inner turmoil. The prospect of his presence so close to yours sent a jolt of nervous energy coursing through your veins.

“The sofa? No! Don’t worry, stay with me. It’s just me, Makki,” he reassured his words a soothing balm easing your worries.

“I sleep on this side, you sleep there on that side and we’ll have no problems,” he continued, his voice tinged with an underlying confidence that left no room for argument. You nodded, your mind still racing with conflicting thoughts.

“Sure…” you trailed off, trying to push away the nagging doubts in your mind.

It’s just that… what if things get awkward? What if I can’t sleep? What if… 

“Are you gonna sleep naked too?” you blurted out, the words tumbling from your lips before you could stop them. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you realized how forward and vulnerable your question sounded. But Makki simply chuckled, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Huh?" he responded to your question, his eyebrow quirking up in curiosity.

"Naked. Are you going to sleep naked?" you repeated, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks at the boldness of your inquiry.

"Well yeah, how else am I supposed to sleep?" he replied nonchalantly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You couldn't believe how casual he was being about this conversation. "Right, why did I even ask..." you muttered, scolding yourself for your lack of composure.

"Well, how else does one sleep? I'm not like you, I mean those," he gestured towards your bralette with a smirk, "must be uncomfortable and bad for your chest."

"Actually, they provide more support and can help prevent sagging," you countered, trying to justify your choice of undergarments.

"You have nice tits," he stated matter-of-factly as if it were a simple fact of life.

You felt a rush of heat flood your face at his comment. "Thanks?" you replied awkwardly.

"So... shall I take them off for you?" he asked mischievously, his eyes sparkling with playful intent.

"Yes. I mean... No! No. I'll do it myself," you stammered, flustered by his forwardness.

"Okay then," he said with a chuckle, leaning back against the pillows and watching as you quickly removed your bra and tossed it onto the nightstand.

"There, happy now?" you asked with a hint of defensiveness in your tone, trying to hide your embarrassment.

"Very. And now you're officially a 'bad girl'," he whispered back huskily, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I don't think so..." you mumbled under your breath, unsure of how to respond.

"Oh, but you are," he insisted with a smirk, his hand beginning to trail down your collarbones towards your chest.

"What do you mean?" you demanded, feeling a mix of indignation and excitement at his touch.

"You didn't tell me to stop, did you? In fact, you told me to continue and even took off your own clothes," he reminded you with a raised eyebrow and a playful grin.

"But... " you started to say, the heat of shame flooding your face once more.

"Don't tell me you want to put that back on?" he teased, leaning in closer until his warm breath tickled your ear.

"Not exactly. I mean..." you trailed off, unable to form a coherent response.

He chuckled at your flustered state but continued to trace gentle patterns on your skin with his fingertips, sending shivers of pleasure through you.

"What the hell are you doing?" you laughed nervously, turning slightly so that you could see him better.

"Nothing," he replied innocently, his eyes twinkling mischievousy. "But I was wondering..."

"Wondering what?" you challenged, trying to catch your breath as his hand moved lower towards your waist.

"Well, nothing really," he answered nonchalantly, his grin growing wider. "Just curious about something."

"About what?" you asked impatiently, feeling his fingers dance dangerously close to your most intimate area.

"Oh come on, you know what I'm talking about," he said teasingly, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Oh God, are you really going to do this now? Of all times?" you exclaimed with wide eyes and a nervous laugh.

"Hey, a man has to find some fun somehow," he shot back with a shrug before playfully tickling your sides and making you squirm beneath him.

"Stop!" you gasped between giggles, trying to push his hands away.

"You're very touchy, aren't you?" you remarked. He was clearly enjoying your reactions.

"We're just having fun, aren't we?" he added, his fingers now tracing featherlight patterns on your bare skin.

"Naked and touchy," you retorted with a playful pout, feeling the heat between your bodies growing more intense.

With one swift movement of his legs, he pulled the bedsheet down past your waist, leaving you fully exposed once again.

"I thought you said you weren't going to look," you pouted, feeling both embarrassed and aroused.

"Did I say that? No, I don't believe I did," he replied with a teasing glint in his eye.

"Well then," you challenged, feeling empowered by his gaze. "If you're going to look, I get to do whatever I want."

"Have fun with me then," he invited playfully, his hand moving higher towards your chest as he continued to explore every inch of your body with his eyes.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" you asked suddenly, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of being intimate with someone who was already in a relationship.

He shrugged nonchalantly.

"No, not really," he admitted with a sheepish grin. But as he spoke, his eyes darkened with an intense desire that sent shivers down your spine.

"But, I'm not opposed to the idea," he added, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as his hand trailed up your bare arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

"Interesting," you mused, trying to keep your composure and hide the effect his touch was having on you. But his gaze lingered on your exposed skin, making it hard for you to focus.

"So, are you going to show me the goods or not?" His voice was low and seductive, causing a fire to ignite within you.

"Show you 'the goods'? Are you twelve?" You couldn't resist teasing back, your own lips curling into a mischievous smile.

“Don’t you have someone waiting for you back home?” you asked boldly now, turning to face him and resting on your arm. You could see the hunger burning in his eyes and it only fueled your desire.

"Why would you think that?" His large smile mirrored yours, but there was an intensity behind it that betrayed his playful facade.

“Your face tells me you have a few chicks here and there.” Your words were like a challenge, daring him to be honest with you.

“My face? My face tells you all that?” he questioned, tilting his head in confusion. "Come on now, we've always been good friends. You can tell me the truth," you urged, his hands still wandering over your body without reservation.

"Oh well, you could say that." His own admission only seemed to excite you more.

“With all your open-mindedness and talk of threesomes all the way through college, I would've sworn you always had someone waiting for you back home.” The words slipped out before you could stop yourself. But instead of getting defensive, he only chuckled and drew closer to you.

“Threesomes? I do like them… but never in my life. And it’s been a while since I had a girlfriend actually.” His words were like a confession, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

He pinched your waist once again, his touch sending sparks through your body. “Are you always thinking about me when you contemplate the idea of threesomes?,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

"What do you mean? It's normal for us to talk about that stuff, right?" You tried to play it cool, but inside your heart was racing with excitement and anticipation.

"Don't change the subject Makki, you're telling me there's no one at home... I call bullshit." You called out his bluff, your voice low and seductive as he continued to explore your body with his hands and lips.

“You know that’s not me. But I'd do whatever to make you laugh.” He confessed.

You tried to maintain your playful facade, but the intensity between the two of you was becoming too much to ignore.

“So, you’re not a player?” You asked, turning away from him now in an attempt to regain control of your emotions.

“Nope, not a player. Never have been.” His words were followed by the feeling of him pressing up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

You turned again to face him, unable to resist the pull towards him any longer. And all he could do was get closer to you, his lips crashing onto yours in an intense kiss that left you breathless. “Yeah, right,” you managed to say between kisses. "Thank god you didn’t lie to my face."

"Don't you dare call me a liar," he growled, his hands exploring every inch of your body in a way that made it hard for you to think straight. "Not today, especially after such a nice little moment together." 

His words were filled with both desire and warning, but you couldn't bring yourself to care as his touch sent waves of pleasure through your body.

"Don't tempt me," you whispered, your own hands running through his hair as you gave in completely to the intensity between the two of you.

His words were a low growl against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as you felt his hot breath near your neck. You could practically feel the intensity of his gaze as he spoke, warning you not to provoke him any further. But even as his grip tightened and he whispered soothingly in your ear, his fingertips still trailed dangerously along the curves of your body.

"Please," you pleaded, unable to hide the tremor in your voice.

His grasp tightened even more, causing a sharp pain to shoot through your waist. "Why would you call me a liar?" he demanded, his dark eyes piercing into yours.

Your back arched instinctively as he pressed closer, his whole body hovering over you like a predator ready to pounce. "It's so obvious, Makki," you retorted, fighting back the urge to give in to his teasing game.

"Oh really? Then tell me how," he challenged, a sly smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

"It's written all over your face," you shot back with an eye roll.

"If I was lying, I wouldn't hesitate to take what I want from you," he breathed against your skin, making your heart race.

"W-What are you talking about?" you stammered, feeling a heat creeping up your cheeks.

"You know exactly what I mean," he whispered huskily, drawing a shuddering gasp from your lips as his mouth grazed along the sensitive skin of your neck.

"Are you complaining?" he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"N-No," you admitted, struggling to keep yourself composed under his intense gaze.

"Good," he murmured before continuing. "Now, where were we?"

"I think you were telling me about all the girls you've had," you prompted, a teasing edge to your voice.

"Ah, yes," he chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along the dip of your waist.

"Well, there was this one girl, I met her like 14 years ago, she was gorgeous since then," he began, his tone wistful.

"She had these amazing curves," he continued, his hands skimming along the swell of your hips.

"And her ass," he groaned, his grip tightening. "Fuck, her ass," he repeated, this time with a hint of awe in his voice.

You asked. "What happened with her?"

"She told me she was falling in love with me and me being the ass I am, didn't know what to do and I never said anything back."

"She still acts as if nothing happened after she told me that but I've never stopped thinking about her and how we could be together right now if hadn't been so stupid back then."

"I don't want to sound arrogant, but I've never met another woman who compared to her. I know she has a boyfriend and everything, but for some reason, I keep on dreaming about her."

When he revealed that she had confessed her love to him and he had foolishly let her slip away, you couldn't help but wonder if he was talking about you.

"You never stopped thinking about her?" you asked softly, unable to hide the hope in your voice.

"Never," he replied, his fingers trailing along your body with such tenderness that it made your heart ache.

"I can't help but dream about what my life could be with her," he admitted, his voice laced with regret.

You couldn't stop yourself from leaning into him, wanting to soothe the pain in his words. "I don't think you're being arrogant at all," you whispered, feeling a sense of warmth and familiarity between the two of you.

He pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all he saw was sincerity and understanding shining back at him.

"Thank you," he said with a genuine smile before leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle kiss.

As his arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer, you knew that this intense moment was just the beginning of something even more powerful between the two of you.

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around your body and his lips hovering near your ear. 

Inhaling deeply, you felt your breath become ragged as his pant sent shivers down your spine. "Maybe you should have told her all that way sooner," you murmured.

Confused, he turned to look at you. "What do you mean?" 

"I mean, maybe she still thinks about you too, and wants you to tell her," you explained to him, trying to ease the worry in his eyes. 

"But, she has a boyfriend," he said as if you needed a reminder.

"He's not a ‘boyfriend’, Makki," you told him earnestly. 

"But haven't you two been together for a while?" 

"Kinda," you admitted, unsure of where this conversation was heading. "What does that have to do with anything?" 

"It has everything to do with it," he replied cryptically. 

"Remember when we were sitting on the terrace together?”—"the night you told me you were falling in love with me?" he recalled slowly. 

"Of course I do," you confirmed, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"You took my hand without saying anything," you continued, remembering the sweet yet nerve-wracking moment. "And held it," he added quietly. "Then I took a deep breath and pulled away." 

"Did you still think I was just playing around back then?" 

"No, not really," you answered softly. "I always saw something different in you compared to other guys."

He chuckled teasingly. "Like how I was always carrying your things or getting in trouble just to make you laugh?” 

"Yeah, stuff like that," you replied with a fond smile.

"See? So if I grabbed you like this and was really the player you claim I am now, I would actually do it," he joked playfully. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, rolling your eyes at his exaggerated approach.

You suddenly felt a gentle touch on your leg and looked down to see his hand gently caressing the skin of your thigh. Meeting his gaze, you saw the mischievous glint in his eyes as he watched the movement of his own hand. You were surprised by his boldness, but then again, it was just like him to playfully tease and flirt with you. 

Your hands explored each other's bodies beneath the sheets, tracing over familiar contours and discovering new territories. The playful teasing of earlier gave way to a desperate hunger, the years of unspoken desire finally reaching their boiling point.

Nothing had to be discarded as you were already stripped down to your bare skin. The cool air kissed your heated flesh, intensifying every touch. The air in the room felt charged, heavy with a tension that crackled between you and him. Your eyes locked on his, willing him to take this seriously.

He was not a player. He was a tease. And he was a man who clearly wanted you. His eyes roamed over your body, his desire evident in the way he licked his lips and ran a hand through his tousled hair.

"May I continue?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

Your breath caught in your throat as you nodded, unable to resist the pull of his charisma.

"Good," he murmured, leaning closer until his lips were brushing against your ear. 

"Just relax," he whispered, his touch trailing along your hip before moving up to caress your cheek. "I've always enjoyed our late-night conversations," he said softly. "There's something about the stillness of the night that makes it easier to open up."

A soft blush rose on your cheeks as you met his gaze. "Yeah," you said quietly. "It's like we can be completely ourselves with no one else around."

He smiled warmly, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your jawline. "And who are you when no one else is watching?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity and longing.

In that moment, you felt yourself opening up to him. His touch awakened something inside of you, making you feel more alive than ever before. As if he had opened a door to a new world where there were no boundaries and nothing was forbidden.

You took a deep breath, feeling a surge of boldness coursing through your veins. "I'm the kind of person who would rather show you than tell you," you confessed, a shy smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

"Then show me," he urged desire burning in his dark eyes.

You bit your lip, feeling a rush of nerves and excitement. This wasn't like you, being so forward and bold, but there was something about him that made you want to take risks.

Leaning in, you captured his lips in a passionate kiss that set your senses on fire.

"God, you're so hot," he moaned, his hands eagerly exploring every inch of your skin.

"Shut up," you laughed, the sound breathless and filled with joy.

The kiss was everything you had imagined and more – sweet yet searing hot, gentle yet full of raw passion. His lips moved against yours in a slow dance, each touch igniting a fire within you.

His hands were everywhere, teasing and caressing your body with feather-like touches that left you craving for more.

Your heart raced as your bodies pressed together, your desire for him growing with every passing moment. You needed to feel his hands on your skin, hear his voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and lose yourself in the blissful pleasure of being with him.

At this moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of you. And you couldn't get enough.

With every touch, your skin ignited in flames, a desperate hunger for each other consuming you both. The years of unspoken desire finally reached their breaking point as you devoured each other beneath the sheets, exploring every inch of each other's bodies with a ferocity that left nothing untouched.

You were bare and vulnerable to the cool air that kissed your heated flesh. His hands roamed over your body, igniting a trail of electric sensations that pulsed through your veins.

"I was talking about you earlier," he confessed between kisses, his gaze intense and filled with longing.

"Me?" You feigned innocence, playing along.

"Yes, you," he confirmed with a soft smile.

"I've always thought you were stunning," he declared, his eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts.

"Even when we were younger," he added with a distant look in his eyes.

"And what are we waiting for?" You teased, a coy smile playing on your lips.

"For you to leave that guy who can't seem to make up his mind about you."

"And are you sure about this? About us?" You relented, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Yes," he affirmed with determination.

"What's on your mind right now?" You asked him with a playful smile.

"How badly I want to fuck you," he growled, his voice low and husky.

"Is that a promise?"

"Absolutely," he vowed, his gaze burning with fiery intensity.

"Then prove it," you challenged with a wicked grin.

He rolled you onto your back, pressing his body against yours as he deepened the kiss. Your senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of his skin and the delicious taste of his lips.

His hand traveled lower, teasing and tantalizing every inch of your body until it found its way between your thighs. A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers traced over your slick folds, igniting a fire within you with every stroke.

As his fingers plunged inside you, he groaned against your mouth—a symphony of pleasure and longing that sent vibrations straight to your core. You arched your hips in response, silently begging for more.

And he didn't disappoint, moving his fingers faster and deeper until you were panting and desperate for release. But he didn't stop there. No, he pulled away, leaving you yearning for more.

"Did this just come to your mind because you're drunk and horny?" You taunted.

"No, I was never drunk," he replied with a smirk.

He grinned, his eyes filled with mischief and desire. You matched his gaze, your lips curling into a challenging smirk as you playfully questioned if he was still horny. With a low purr, he confirmed that he definitely was.

Unable to resist any longer, you reached between you and wrapped your hand around his hardened length. He shuddered at the touch, his breath hitching as you stroked him slowly from base to tip.

Moaning, he tore himself away from your kiss to trail hot open-mouthed kisses down your neck and collarbone. His lips worshipped every inch of bare skin with fervent devotion until they reached your breasts, his tongue flicking over your hardened nipples.

"More," you begged, desperate for more pleasure.

"Anything," he promised, trailing kisses lower. "Everything for you," he swore as he reached your navel, his tongue swirling teasingly around it.

"Makki..." you moaned out his name as the sensations became too much to bear. But instead of stopping, he continued on, determined to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.

"Shh," he soothed as he moved lower, his breath warm against your skin. "Let me take care of you."

"Please," you whimpered, trembling with anticipation.

"As you wish," he acquiesced before prodding into you with his talented tongue.

You cried out in pleasure, your hands gripping tightly onto his hair as he expertly brought you closer and closer to release. Each touch sent electricity through your body until finally, you were reaching the peak.

"Quiet baby," he warned before ramping up the speed and intensity of his movements. "Come for me."

You moaned in agreement, arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over you. "I can't take anymore," you pleaded, but instead of stopping, Makki only went faster, driving you to the edge of ecstasy.

He pulled his lips away from yours, his breath hot against your skin as he spoke. "Not yet," he growled, his deep voice echoing through the room. He shifted his body above you and returned to your lips with a different plan of attack.

As his tongue darted into your mouth, you could taste the faint hint of mint toothpaste and yourself on his mouth. It sent shivers down your spine and made your heart race.

"You taste so good," he moaned between kisses, his hands roaming over your body. His fingers found their way to your breast, tracing patterns on your skin that sent electricity coursing through you.

"Please," you cried out, struggling to catch your breath as he kissed a trail down your neck. "Hiro..."

But instead of stopping, he went faster, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. "No, I'm not done yet," he whispered against your skin, his teeth nipping at your earlobe.

You clenched your teeth, trying to hold yourself together as he brought you to the edge once again. This time, he didn't stop. He held you there, suspended in a haze of pleasure and desire until you thought you might burst.

And just when you thought you couldn't take it any longer, he stopped. Your eyes fluttered open to see him looking down at you with a primal intensity in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" you asked, still lost in the fog of ecstasy.

"We're not finished," he replied firmly, his hand sliding down to cup your cheek. "You're mine, and I'm not done with you."

With a sense of urgency, he positioned himself between your legs and pushed forward, filling you completely in one smooth motion. The sensation was almost overwhelming – a mix of pleasure and pain that made every nerve ending in your body come alive.

He waited for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the exquisite sensation of being joined so intimately. And then, with a primal groan, he set a slow, languid pace.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, and you could see the desire burning in his eyes as he took you higher and higher. And then, as if he couldn't wait any longer, he picked up the pace – each movement more intense than the last.

"You feel so good," he grunted, his hips rocking against yours with a force that threatened to drive you over the edge. "So fucking perfect."

"Deeper," you begged, your voice filled with desperation. "I want all of you."

He chuckled darkly, his body trembling with exertion as he slammed into you over and over again. "Is that so?" he growled, his voice dripping with primal lust. "You want all of me?"

"Please," you gasped, struggling to keep up with his increasingly frantic pace. "Fuck me like I’m yours."

His touch was possessive and gentle all at once, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You were completely lost in the moment – consumed by the heat and intensity of him.

He reached behind him and grabbed hold of the headboard, using it as leverage as he pounded into you with a relentless rhythm. It was all too much – too much sensation, too much light, too much desire.

It felt like he was reading your mind – fulfilling every fantasy and dream you had ever had. If he kept this up, you would never want anything else. He owned you completely, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

He was going to take everything from you, and in return, he would give you everything you ever wanted. The anticipation bubbled inside you as his hands roamed over your body, igniting every nerve with fiery need.

"Yes!" you screamed, your voice bouncing off the walls of his bedroom.

"Please don't stop Hiro."

"Whatever you want, princess," he panted, his movements becoming more frenzied as desire consumed him.

"Fuck, I'm close," he warned, his rhythm faltering under the intensity of his passion.

In response, you arched your back and urged him on, your nails digging into his shoulders as waves of pleasure pulsed through your body.

"Come inside me," you pleaded, aching for the sensation of him filling you completely. "I want to feel your cum inside me."

With a guttural groan, he gave in to your request, releasing himself deep inside you as you cried out in ecstasy.

As he collapsed beside you, you wrapped your arms around him and breathed heavily against his chest, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion.

But then a sudden thought hit you and you whispered softly, "Hiro?"

His eyes met yours with tenderness and without hesitation, he declared, "God I'm in love with you."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you playfully teased, "You're not my usual type."

With a laugh and a kiss on your forehead, he responded, "I'll make sure to change that."

"Round two?" you asked with a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Definitely," he agreed eagerly, already feeling the familiar stirrings of desire within him once again.

"I can't wait to see what else you have in store for me," you declared playfully.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he promised, his cock already growing hard once more.

"Promises, promises," you taunted with a playful smirk.

You couldn't help but laugh as you got off the bed and made your way to the bathroom. As you cleaned up, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and happiness that radiated from within you. 

You knew that Makki would make the perfect partner for you. He was attentive, loving, and passionate – everything you could ever want in a man. 

As you walked back into the bedroom, you couldn't help but notice the way he was watching you. There was a look in his eyes that made your heart flutter – a mix of love, desire, and a hint of possession.

His voice dripped with confidence as his lips curved upwards, revealing a small dimple on his cheek. "Are you ready to get your world rocked again?" he teased, playfully raising an eyebrow.

You couldn't help but laugh and feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought of what your life with Makki would be from now on. You knew that he wasn't one to hold back, and you trusted him completely.

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream as OPM Songs

AN: This is written in filipino because the request is about Dreamies as Original Pinoy Music or OPM songs. So it's best to write it in filipino so that it's more meaningful and there's a lot of filo references too lol. (If you want an eng ver, just tell me! <3)

Mark Lee ; Tingin by Cup of Joe, Janine

'Di man alam ang darating Sa dulo at sa gitna ng dilim Sa liwanag mo nakatingin Sa 'yo nakatingin, sa 'yo lang ang tingin

Oo starting strong with Tingin by Cup of Joe kasi naman, this reminds me of Thomasian! Mark tapos nag-guest COJ last paskuhan. Kaya saktong-sakto talaga yung kanta! Imagine mo iyon, paskuhan kasama si Mark na long-time best friend mo, kumakanta ang Cup of Joe ng Tingin, tapos kahit crowded yung field, kahit na ang ingay, hindi mawala yung tingin ni Mark sa iyo. SA IYO LANG SIYA NAKATINGIN!!! Tapos wala kang kaalam-alam na nakatingin siya sa iyo kasi sobrang invested ka sa Cup of Joe. Huwag ka na lang magulat after ng paskuhan mag-coconfess si Mark sa iyo.

Huang Renjun ; Paraluman by Adie

'Di magsasawa, 'di ka pababayaan Isasayaw kita hanggang sa walang-hanggan

It's either IKAW ang paraluman o si Renjun, it can be both. Halos lahat ng kanta ni Adie bagay kay Renjun, pero sobrang bagay sa kanya ang paraluman. Imagine mo na ito yung kinakanta sa iyo ni Renjun SKFJSDFKJSDK like!! sobrang soft tapos yung lyrics, para siyang promise sa iyo ni Renjun. Feeling ko ito yung mga kanta na haharanahin ni Renjun sa iyo tapos isasayaw ka pa niya sa loob ng sala ninyo. Kayong dalawa lang doon tapos sobrang wholesome lang nung moment! Ayoko na, masyado na ito delusyonal. 

Lee Jeno ; Mananatili by Cup of Joe

Mananatili sa iyong tabi magdamag Ating paligid, hindi na natin napapansin

Ang hirap bigyan si Jeno, gusto ko kasi special sa kanya EME. Pero iyon, bagay na bagay sa kanya ang Mananatili kasi the lyrics sounds like something he would do! Manatili sa iyo kahit ano man ang mangyari! Wala siyang pake kung uncertain yung nangyayari sa inyong dalawa, basta parang nabighani (NABIGHANI!?) siya sa iyo that night kaya he just wants to be by your side siguro hindi lang buong gabi, pwede bang panghabang-buhay na ito? HUYYYY Pero just imagine, just you and him, enjoying the moment with each other, not even caring about the people around. 

Lee Donghyuck ; Fallen by Lola Amour

I'm okay with being by your side for as long as I can hide What if I told you that I've fallen

Bagay na bagay kay Haechan ang Fallen by Lola Amour!! Sobrang upbeat tapos ang cute pa ng lyrics, vibe niya talaga!! Yung tipong bigla na lang sasabihin sa iyo na gusto ka niya! Shock factor talaga but at the same time, wala lang sa kanya yung sagot mo, all he cares is that he's fallen for you!! Willing siyang gawin ang lahat para sa iyo kasi inlababo na talaga siya sa iyo, pati rin siya hindi rin alam gagawin sa feelings niya sa iyo :< ang cute lang sensya na pero iyon, never mind what you feel. He doesn't need to know, basta gusto ka niya. period!

Na Jaemin ; Pasilyo by Sunkissed Lola

Naglakad ka nang dahan-dahan Sa pasilyo tungo sa altar ng simbahan Hahagkan na't 'di ka bibitawan Wala na 'kong mahihiling pa

Oo alam kong pang-kasal etong kanta na ito pero bakit ba??? Sobrang Na Jaemin-coded eto!! Imagine your wedding day with Jaemin, tapos sobrang gandang-ganda siya sa iyo habang naglakakad ka sa pasilyo. Iiisipin niya na ang swerte niya na ikaw ang mapapangasawa niya at makakasama niya habang-buhay. Pati yung lyrics it screams Jaemin so much!! Parang the way the lyrics talks from the groom's pov about his future, parang si Jaemin talaga!! >:( Sobrang perfect niya maging groom at sobrang husband material pa HAYSTTT. 

Zhong Chenle ; Ikaw Lang by Nobita

Tumingin ka sa 'king mga mata At hindi mo na kailangan pang Magtanong nang paulit-ulit Ikaw lang ang iniibig

The vibe of the whole song just screams Chenle so much! Yung lyrics, yung assurance? sobrang Chenle-coded. Imagine friends to lovers with Chenle, tapos sobrang tagal niyo nang gusto ang isa't isa kaya naman once na naging kayo, may mga worries and anxieties, a lot of hurt and comfort pero dahil si Chenle ang boyfriend mo grabe yung assurance! He'll be always there for you and ikaw lang talaga ang kanyang mamahalin! Yung chorus talaga, :< imagine iyan sinasabi ni Chenle sa iyo just to assure you. :<<

Park Jisung ; Pagtingin by Ben & Ben

'Pag nilahad ang damdamin Sana 'di magbago ang pagtingin Aminin ang mga lihim Sana 'di magbago ang pagtingin

I belib in torpe! Jisung supremacy!! Pagtingin? oo that's soo Jisung-coded. Best friend na in love sa iyo? Oo si Jisung iyan! Imagine Jisung na matagal nang may gusto sa iyo pero torpe kasi siya !!! ayaw niya kasing masira friendship niyo kaya hindi siya umaamin!! >:(( Ikaw naman sobrang manhid sa feelings niya kaya iyon hindi mo alam na sobrang emotionally-constipated na pala si Jisung. SHOCKS what if years later saka lang nag-confess sa iyo si Jisung, thinking na wala na iyon sa kanya pero tangina, may crush ka rin pala sa kanya. (Hindi pa naman huli ang lahat, now's the chance!)

[loveephia]

ENEMIES | kita shinsuke

sypnosis: in which you can't believe that someone like kita exists, and you hate him for being so perfect.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, enemies to lovers trope (although you guys aren't really enemies, per say), kita is a cheeky boy, mentions of marriage toward the end.

⚠ warning/s: none.

kita shinsuke is your long-time mortal enemy.

actually.. he isn't really your enemy. if we're being honest, the hatred felt a little more one-sided.

everything about the captain is just so perfect that it annoys you. not only does he have this irritatingly handsome face, but he's straightforward, too. his uniform is always well-groomed with not a single string of lint found, his hair is always thoroughly combed, and he had everything kept in his circle of simplicity.

he never even struggles in academics or athleticism. so much so that he knows naught of a failing grade, nor is he far behind from the people while running laps. in fact, he's probably at the very front.

the multi-talented kita doesn't stop there. not at all. as you've heard from the plenty of girls in your school, he can cook delicious meals worthy enough to be rated five stars, gracefully play a number of musical instruments, write short yet beautiful poetry, and so much more. he even volunteers to clean up classrooms without a single complaint!

it was as if a prince had just hopped right out of a fairytale and decided to live in this modern world. such nonsense!

"he has to have some kind of weakness!" you told yourself, stomping around the corner, only to bump into the one person you dreaded seeing the most. kita shinsuke.

with the click of a tongue, you're quick to interrogate him. "kita, what are you doing here? it's past school hours." you sternly reminded. kita smiles a small one, "i appreciate your concern y/n, but i actually stayed behind to help the botany club."

ah, and there unfolds another one of his many talents. kita's skills for gardening.

and hold on.. concern?

"i wasn't concerned about you!" you held your ground.

you only see kita's smile getting wider at your little denial.

"i see. i apologize for my assumption." kita says, "i suppose i can't help it. you're quite cute, you know?"

have i mentioned that one of the other reasons why you absolutely despise kita is for his cheekiness?

he's not even like this to other girls, which pisses you off even more! is he aware of your scheming plan to find his weakness? is that why he's doing this?!

"what are you talking about?" you cringe. "i mean it as it is." kita only replies, ignoring the expression on your face as he still finds it cute. even if you look sour and skeptical like a bright and yellow lemon.

you sigh, "i'll get straight to the point since you're already starting to annoy me," you slam one hand against the wall, successfully pinning kita (who is.. taller than you and absolutely unfazed).

"what is your weakness, kita shinsuke?" you ask.

kita widens his eyes at the personal and sudden question, but he doesn't hesitate to answer with a short and simple: "you."

you blink up at him, "what?"

"you are my weakness, y/n l/n." kita replies. "i think about you every day. you're frequently on my mind, almost too much for my liking. you've achieved many great things at a young age, probably even more than me, which i find admirable. you got a scholarship at tokyo university, you found a group of friends that you can always rely on, you have a unique personality that i can't help but be attracted to,"

he pats your head gently with his dominant hand, "and on top of that, you're very cute."

all the blood in your body has rushed its way onto your face. you can feel your heart racing, trying desperately to register all of kita's words. was this a confession..?

you break eye contact, feeling shy.

kita raises his brows, "oh, i didn't know that my words had such an effect on you." he blatantly stated.

"s- shut up! how else am i supposed to react when the golden boy of inarizaki has just confessed to me?!" you yelled in defense.

kita chuckles. even your reaction was one he found absolutely adorable. he really can't get enough of you, can he?

"i like you a lot, y/n. please be mine?" he politely and patiently asks. you look up at him, displaying an appearance that was similar to an angry kitten. "i only.. date to marry." you muttered stubbornly, quietly hoping that it wouldn't scare him away.

"that won't be a problem," kita brings the back of your hand to his soft lips before mumbling, "so do i."

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[rishiguro]

ANGSTOBER ‘23

kinktober is right around the corner — but if you‘re like me, you don’t read (or write) a lot of smut. so let’s make it angsty, solely because we can

note: four fics for four weeks of october — one for every fandom i write for (haikyu!!, jujutsu kaisen, genshin impact and my hero academia). please read the warnings mentioned for every fic

WEEK ONE — VERDICT

FANDOM: genshin impact

PAIRING: neuvillette x reader

SUMMARY: for all your life you believed that the judicial system was infallible. that was until you were put in the dock and convicted.

WARNINGS: mentions of murder. mentions of minor character death. reader has a brother.

DATE: 5th october

WEEK TWO — AUTOPHOBIA

FANDOM: my hero academia

PAIRING: dabi x reader

SUMMARY: deep down, he was a scared child, terrified to be alone. so what should he do when he’s about to lose you, the last person he had left, too?

WARNINGS: mentions of murder. non graphic injuries. swearing.

DATE: 11th october

WEEK THREE — ANAGAPESIS

FANDOM: haikyu!!

PAIRING: kita x reader

SUMMARY: falling out of love is hard — especially when it’s with somebody who everybody would consider to be “the perfect boyfriend”.

WARNINGS: break up. heartbreak. self-deprecating thoughts. hurt/no comfort.

DATE: 26th october

WEEK FOUR — HONOURABLE MAN

FANDOM: jujutsu kaisen

PAIRING: nanami x reader

SUMMARY: nanami's resolve and honour were incredibly admirable, but now when you face off against him as foes, you wish that the strength of his character was on your side.

WARNINGS: set during jjk0. major character death. weapons. heavily implied past lovers. no happy ending (but are we even surprised). swearing. reader is on getou's side and believes in his cause.

DATE: 31st october

please reblog to spread the word!

©rishiguro 2023. do not copy, translate, share.

[snowysakusa]

Here's a sakuatsu fic rec <3

These are some of my fav fics with some probably useless commentary:

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets by isaksara (syailendra) 11.4k; annoyances to annoyances with benefits to lovers, pining atsumu, getting together; social media

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?” (In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

first sakuatsu i read and it was BANGERRRR!!! the tension??? the entire situation??? :chefskiss:

Terminal Curiosity Series (9 Parts atm) by favspacetwink, moonlumie 126.4k; BDSM, various kinks, post-time skip

SakuAtsu BDSM AU featuring Experienced Dom Sakusa and Kink Newbie Atsumu. Post-time skip & loosely canon compliant.

thIIS WAS- A RIDE. THE CHARACTERIZATION??? ON POINT. CHARACTER DEVELEPMENT?? POINT. THE PACE?????? SO GOOD, EVERYTHING AROUND THIS??? PERFECT. THE- RELATIONSHIP GROWTH? AMAZING. this truly IS ONE OF MY FAVES

Burden of Blame by DeathBelle 91.2k ; yakuza!au, murder, blood and gore, ptsd, slowburn, bg sunaosa

Atsumu has a long history of pissing people off, but this time he’s gone too far. Someone wants him dead, and although he doesn’t know who or why, it becomes clear very quickly that both he and Osamu are in danger. After a couple of close calls, Kita - the Kumicho of Inarizaki - decides it’s not safe for the two of them to stay in Hyogo; not until he finds out who placed the hit and eliminates them. Atsumu reluctantly finds himself in Tokyo, taken in by a yakuza group that’s nothing like Inarizaki. The Black Jackals are a different breed, more lethal than he’s used to, and Sakusa Kiyoomi is the worst of them all. Of course that’s who Atsumu gets stuck with, and he and Sakusa are in constant competition for who hates each other more. Tokyo should be a safe haven but between Atsumu’s bloody new assignments, the lingering threat on his life, and all the days trapped with Sakusa, Atsumu isn’t sure he’ll make it out of Tokyo alive.

TOOK ME TOO LONG TO GET TO THIS FIC!!!! EVERYTHING WAS AMAZING?! LIKE THE PACE? PERFECT, THE CHARACTERS? PERFECT? THE WRITING??? AMAZING HOW THE FUCJ IS THIS SO GOOD. fucjing loved every second of it, ate this shit up so quickly too. the pace wqa srsly astonishing, like it was so good, there were no filler scenes everything made sense, evRYTHING FIT THE IN! deathbelle fucking slayed w this one holy shit. and their relationship developed so well, didnt seemed forced, didnt seemed too much, it was just fucking right. amazing. loved this

People Will Say We're In Love by tirralirra 9.5k; fluff, social media, post-time skip, humor, getting together

“Saku...Atsu? What does that even mean?” Atsumu says, squinting at the device. . . . . People seem to think that Sakusa and Atsumu are in love, so they come up with a list of things to do to deter that. Maybe it would work...if they weren’t in love.

LOVED ITTTTTT

but we're not, like, in love by goshkiki 17.3k; getting together, sharing a room, fluff and smut, domesticity, crack, fwb

Neither Kiyoomi nor Atsumu are strangers to casual sex. The reason for that is “a lack of emotional capacity,” as Kiyoomi would say, and Atsumu is “just really horny”. They sometimes meet in the hallways when they pull their victims behind them, heated gazes clashing in the space between them. That they end up sleeping with each other at some point is an inevitability, and so is the rest. They just take a while to realize it.   Featuring the complications of room assignments, unintentional domesticity and a lot of mutual dumbassery. Also, the bone-deep exasperation of an entire volleyball team.

BRUH-bRUHHHH AAAAAAAAA THEY'RE SO FUCKING DUMB BUT I LOVE THEM AASSNDNDMDKFKDKVV

Versus by Anonymous [ABANDONED] 30.7K; canon compliance, casual sex, pwp, explicit sexual content

"Why is it so hard for you to believe that I’m a decent kisser?” "Oh, I’m totally happy to accept you bein’ decent,” says Atsumu, obligingly. “As long as we both agree that I’d be better.” Pausing, Sakusa turns to face him, something combative entering his narrowed eyes. “I never said I agree to that.” It's a terrible formula, when you think about it. Miya Atsumu, proud and competitive; Sakusa Kiyoomi, who can't bear to leave things half-finished; and the all-important question of who's better in bed.

abandoned... 😭 BUT SO GOOD, THE DYNAMICS ARE PERFECT

liminal spaces by hatsuna 25.9k; canon compliant, post-time skip, getting together, pining

"Fuck you, Atsumu thinks, pointing at the pixelated Sakusa in the team photo on his bedside table." It’s easier than you’d think to ignore loving your teammate.

this was ... idk but so pretty?? the slowburn was amazing. this is rly gold

again, like this by noodletastic 55.7k; canon divergence, fwb, slow burn, explicit sexual content, pwp, bj, hj, praise kink, minor angst

“I’m pissed off because we lost, and we should have won.” Sakusa's staring at him again with those stupid black eyes that give away absolutely nothing. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I know the feelin’.” “And I just want-” Suddenly, Sakusa looks as frustrated as Atsumu has felt all fucking day. “I want to break something.” “Yeah,” Atsumu says, and it comes out like a sigh. “I wanna- I wanna practice serves until my hand's numb.” “Until my fingers cramp.” “Until my fingers break.” “I want-” Sakusa stops, swallowing thickly. “I want to forget about it.” --- or: when nationals don't go their way in their third year, atsumu and sakusa distract themselves with each other. and it keeps happening.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA love their dynamic. i just- cry

Bedside Manner by DeathBelle 7.2k; doctor!sakusa, hospital!au, happy ending

Sakusa has been a doctor for three years and he’s long since fallen into a routine. He diagnoses a patient, treats them, and moves on to the next. He doesn’t linger and he certainly doesn’t build any lasting connections. There’s no time for that in his line of work. Miya Atsumu, his new appendicitis patient, seems determined to make a lasting impression.

docTOR SAKUSA KIYOOMI PLS----- THIS- THIS IS SO GOOD!! top fav fics for me omg.... i want moreeee

like a kiss by bastigod 2.8k; soulmate!au, soulmate identifying marks, sakuatsu week

"Hypothetically speakin'…" Atsumu refused to meet Bokuto's eyes as he spoke. There was no higher power in this world or the next that willed him to look at the smug grin about to spread across Bokuto's face. "Is it possible for someone ta just never get a mark?"

its just fucking cute

three roses and a smile by strawberrycitrus 19.7k; college!au- they're teachers, atsumu is a microbiologist, kiyoomi's a surgeon, light angst, fights

“I just got this job, I’m not givin’ it up for some moral boost ‘cause I actually need to pay my rent, ya insensitive -” Atsumu waves his hands around, trying and failing to come up with the right word to convey the amount of injustice that this gaunt motherfucker has brought into his relatively simple life thus far. “If you can’t pay your rent, go get a job at the McDonald’s over by 8th Street,” Sakusa growls, “it’ll pay more than your researcher position.” If you even attempt assault on a coworker, forget teaching about cells - you’ll fucking be in one, Atsumu. 

SO FUCKING GOOD?#?€?(€(€(_

we call everything on the ice, "love" series by awkwardedgeworth 27.9k; ice skating au; ice dancing specificially; childhood friends au?; fluff and angst; happy ending; social media; minor injuries

(summary for Notte Stellata, the first installment of this series) "Your partner doesn't need to hold anyone's hand other than yours," Sakusa's father crouches, "And you can wear gloves." Sakusa ponders. He hears the other skaters of rink two whiz past as they launch themselves into lifts. "Alright," He looks up from the ice, not knowing how he'll dedicate the next couple of decades to this sport, this partnership, this boy.

SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!! trsut me, i know i've said this a lot buT TRUST ME

dog eat dog eat dog world by perennials 8.4k; getting together, author did not use sakusa as comedy relief, canon compliant

sPOILERS in red and crossed out

I thought abt where to put this fic and ended up choosing fav because this was so pretty. we dont get an official relationship in the end, only a confession of sorts and even tho i kind of wanted more, i get it??? why they stopped where they did. the entire story is just pretty as fuck, atsumu is an already made character for the most part, we see kiyoomi's character develop in front of us and its rly good. the way the author wrote this- i- its so pretty. i like to believe that after the end, they probs kept with the late meetings where sakusa fixes atsumu's fingers and then eventually, gradually (just like we saw in the fic) they kept growing closer and get tgether eventually. i also like to believe, sakusa is good for atsumu and vice-versa. atsumu isnt as anxious anymore, he doesnt hurt himself as much, etc... growth i guess.

i just thought it was really beautiful and kinda poetic

Sakusa Kiyoomi Is Gay by kitcassia (omii) 7.2k; post-time skip, fluff and humor, awkward crush, tinder, MSBY

The pros and cons of swiping right on your very attractive teammate.

THIS WAS SO GOOD TF!?!? AAAAAA

frankenstein's monster by starbeyy 83.6k; enemies to lovers, post-time timeskip, obsessive-compulsive disorder, falling in love, angst, fluff, slowburn

When Miya Atsumu gets off on the wrong foot with a certain Sakusa Kiyoomi on the first day of practice for MSBY Black Jackals, he vows to avoid the stuck-up spiker as much as he can, even while on the same volleyball team. And it would've been a good plan--if Atsumu didn't meet Sakusa again at group therapy that very night.

THIS fucking masterpiece- the way they wrote abt their OCD's and its just so well done, character development 10/10, the slowburn :muuwaahh:, again the acCURACY ON THE PORTRAYING OF THE OCD's holy shit man... this is so good. i cried, multiple times- :chefskiss: AND THE ENDING???? PERFECT

re: chat by aalphard 11.9k; canon divergence, fluff and humor, ,office!au, attachments!au, flirting

He likes Miya Atsumu in everything he is, from the dorky emails to the way he looks, from the childish giggles to the soft, muffled laughs when Kiyoomi attempts to joke back. Yeah, no, that was terrible… Kiyoomi smiles at his computer screen. And then he tries to gulp it down, pressing his lips against each other so hard they’re white, his nails digging into his thighs, his eyes almost bulging out because oh, fuck of all fucks. He probably likes Miya Atsumu way too much, doesn’t he? or: kiyoomi hates the fact that his new cybersecurity job involves reading other people’s emails. that is, of course, until miya atsumu shows up.

HOLY SHIT THIS WAS THE MOST WHOLESOME FIC EVER, HAD A SMILE ON MY FACE TEH ENTURE TIME. IT WAS SO CUTEEEEE BEST FLUFF EVER aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

livestream by sketchedsmiles 14.1k; college!au, fluff, getting together

Sakusa is used to attention. As a full-time student and a part-time streamer, his videos of gameplay garner thousands of views on a daily basis. Still, nothing can prepare him for what it's like to have the attention of Miya Atsumu. Atsumu is many things: chatty, endearing, earnest. But he's more observant than most give him credit for. And he might be the only person who reminds Sakusa to take care of himself.

THIS WAS SO CUTEEE

--

I'll keep adding more when i have more time!

[kiatoru-archived]

500 follower event ♡

with valentine's day coming up its the season of romance and love! and what better way to spend it then reading a love letter from your fav?

this is a celebration event dedicated to my recent 500 follower milestone and the fact that valentines day is close!

slots open: 4/8

what is it?

this event will give you a chance to hear directly from your favorite character! send me a request and on valentine's day you'll recieve it!

how to enter?

send an ask or dm with your character + what you'd like! be as detailed as possible so i can get it perfect for you!

since this is also a valentines day event i'll only be taking romantic requests, so no platonic or family relationships this time around

heres an ex: "hey kita! im [name or nickname] and id love a teenager!gojo confession letter! id like rivals to lovers with gojo not wanting to confess out loud so he writes a letter. pet names like sweetheart or love would be good too <3"

ill post all of the letters publically unless asked otherwise!

fandoms im writing for?

jjk

haikyuu

obey me

genshin

bllk

atsv

rules?

must be a romantic request! however if youd like something angsty like a breakup or cheating that can work too!

can be suggestive but no full on smut!

please tell me any hard nos

i need all requests by feb 1st, any that come in after that will be deleted!

mutuals can send in reqs even if the slots are full!!

however if the slots are full and you send in anon req or are not a mutual it will be deleted!

PLEASE tell me any hard no's or things you absolutely do not want to see!!

divider by @cafekitsune