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[takes1]

p.3 asahi x feral reader w/ a size k!nk

skip the intro if you want/ i had a very fun time writing suga/daichi/asahi being realistic high school friends. shit had me giggling. anyways ty for all the support!! taglist has gotten big i love it!!

warnings. heavy nsfw. minors DNI info. nsfw / m!receiving oral / f!receiving oral / grinding / gentle giant!asahi / mutual size kink / sweet asahi / asahi climbing a window / kuroo's sister!reader / kuroo cockblocking / kuroo being protective / 3.7k words / multipart series so reply to be added to taglist! haikyuu collection. more hq here! part one here. part two here. final part here. more links. my ao3. masterlist. requests open!

"How good are you at climbing?"

Asahi repeated his plan many times to his two most trusted friends on the walk from the hotel. They were prepared for what this was going to look like when they hit a kneel behind the brick half-wall in front of your home.

"God," He sighed, courage fading from his face the longer he stared up over the barrier.

Your window was pretty high.

"Should I-- should I go through with this? I mean, this is crazy--,"

Daichi grabbed both sides of his face and gripped hard.

"Is that even a question?"

Completely taken off-guard, Asahi looked around, a little freaked out, but was only squished harder.

Daichi's expression was stone, "You have to do this."

"Dude, I don't think any chick is gonna be this into you ever again," Suga added.

"This is once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," Daichi gave him a few hard slaps to the face and finally released him.

He rubbed his burning cheek, brow furrowed at the sudden tone-shift first, then with rising confidence. He nodded with resolution.

He was super into you, so why not? It was just a jump. He jumped all the time!

A few more supportive back-pats and half-pushes, and he was checking the look of the house to make sure Tetsuro wasn't on standby at any doors or windows. Thankfully, it was just your open window, exactly how you described it would be.

Asahi's big ass went into a full sprint across the yard, stirring a round of laughter from his peeping friends behind the wall.

The prospect of some old lady calling the cops on this giant sneaking around in the neighbor's yard was too funny of a concept to them.

Daichi snorted at Suga propping his phone up to record.

"Aaahah! Yess-ss-s!!" He giggled under his hand.

Their buddy jumped for the window, but only tapped it with his fingers.

"Noo-oo-hhha-haha-!"

Suga was belly-laughing into his arm. The brunette could hardly speak to encourage him to keep watching as Asahi looked around for anything to help him up.

To their delight, the only possible object to help him at this point was a skinny, unreliable sapling that sat an awkward distance away. He might have been able to properly use it if it was two feet closer, and if he weighed 80 pounds less.

They were grabbing at each other's hands, their laughter not even quiet anymore, when he began to climb it.

"OOoh-, Ooh! OH my-" Suga's laughter turned to just a scratchy whistle at the back of his throat as Asahi fell out of the tree with a thump!

At this point, the two were gripping each other, silently shrieking and vibrating, barely able to open their eyes enough to watch through the phone.

Daichi gasped for air when he saw him land on his ass, "AAAH!! AH-Hh--,"

"SHHHH! SHsh-ss-ss," Suga gripped his shoulder and slipped off, headbutting him in the process.

They were both whistling now, not even watching anymore, as Asahi finally got his hands on your open window just by a powerful vertical.

Fuck that tree. He was glad he left the stupid thing bent at 90-degree angle.

The two sat there on the sidewalk for the next seven minutes, overcome with demonic squeaking, gasping, and hissing, with tears rolling down their red faces. Every time they started to calm down, they'd look at the sideways tree and return to hysterics all over again.

Finally; the easy part was the muscle-up to get inside.

"God damn," He groaned in pain and slid into your bedroom with a stumble.

You swiftly got up, shut, and locked the window behind him, then drew the curtains for good measure.

From his seated position on the floor, he could see all the way up your simple white t-shirt. Pretty, lacy white panties right in front of his nose were the only thing you opted to wear underneath. He grew much, much warmer.

"God damn..." He repeated, though it sounded entirely different.

His hand reached to grab at you, but he stilled, thinking better of himself.

He noticed how pretty your long lashes were, looking down at him like he was your next meal, and wondered what you actually saw in him to make you so eager.

"Hi," You grinned and backed up to pull him to his feet.

It was a struggle to not just sit on him and make-out immediately. But the sun was just setting, and you wanted this to last all night, so you figured you could take a little time out for 'formalities.'

He quickly kicked off his shoes and took your hands, but didn't rely on your help to get up.

Your hands stayed connected between you. His thumb rubbed against the back of your knuckles, slow and tender.

You really were just a sweet little thing. He couldn't believe you were so forward over the phone.

"Hi," He replied softly. A big, warm smile down at you.

Sure, you wanted to know how his day was, how he was feeling, what he was thinking, if he liked your 'outfit'-- but that little exchange transformed your anticipation into desire, and you neededhim now.

A little sweaty from the climb, a little out of breath too, he gladly gave into your guidance to sit on your bed. It groaned under his weight, but you couldn't care about the noise when your lips were crashing onto his.

He tasted like one of those green Listerine strips- spearmint, you caught- and man, was he so good. His lips were full and soft, like you could melt into them all day. He wasn't over-ambitious, nor was he too passive with his mouth.

A growl rose in the back of his throat when you pushed his hands under your shirt.

"Please touch me," You sighed, brow furrowed, limbs growing weaker under his palms.

He sucked on your bottom lip for a moment and caught his much-needed breath. That low laughter was even hotter in person.

"God, you're so cute," He smiled, a small tease at your neediness, but he wasn't hiding the fact that he liked it.

His compliment made you melt in his arms as he picked you up to set you in his lap. The foreign feeling of hands covering your hips, pushing your softness down onto his jeans inspired a small, unfiltered whine onto his lips.

"Fuck," He chuckled, gasping at that unmistakable heartbeat around his tortured, trapped cock, then rasped, "I've got so many questions."

There was almost no resistance when you pushed him to lay down, mostly because he wouldn't trade where his hands were to catch himself. You swallowed an amused sound from him and only responded when he pushed up into you.

"a-Ah-ha," You whined, letting him trail a number of messy kisses down your neck, "Me, too."

Curious hands slid up his light shirt, massaging and prodding nearly every square inch of his hardened frame. He had some chest hair and a little tummy trail, which only added to your ferocity.

He noticed this interest and did you the favor of removing his own shirt.

The sight of his athletic build was not surprising, but it certainly made you want to speed things up. Your fleeting focus shifted to the next thing you wanted to see.

"You feel so big," You breathed, hips rolling against him when he wasn't holding you still.

Judging by the shy, modest smile against your skin, your deduction was right.

"You gonna be okay with that?" His voice buzzed against your ear.

You gasped at the sensation and his tone.

His fingers were edged up under your panties, gripping the plush of your ass, effectively driving home the question's sincerity.

Before you granted him the answer, you pressed a kiss onto his temple and retracted to sit up on his lap, "Are we asking our questions?"

"Yea-h," Just fell out of his mouth.

He didn't realize he even said anything until you responded to him. His focus was on how you rolled waves of pleasure onto his lap, back and forth, real slow, with that gone-look on your face.

"How many girls have you 'been with'?" You hooked your fingers under his waistband and watched his tummy twitch.

"Two."

You nodded with consideration, knocking out his past and future question with your present response, "Me too."

That adage sparked a look of relief and certainty on his face. His hold strengthened around your thigh when you unbuttoned his pants and started lowering the zipper.

"Let me know if it's..." He trailed and tried to suppress a shiver when you pulled him out.

He watched your eyes widen, lips pursed in an adorable astonishment.

It was a conscious effort to not shy away from the size. You couldn't believe your luck, as you took it in your hand to assert that you were not intimidated.

His chuckling interrupted your awed stare.

"Too much?"

A quick head shake, but you weren't convincing enough to his heedful mind.

Another slow, studied kiss between one another. He was holding you still by the side of your face and the back of your head, quieting every worry in your brain.

"We'll take things slow," He reassured you.

Though you were certain nothing on your face expressed concern, his promise stood as a reminder that you could stay calm, because he was safe.

You settled next to him, propped onto your elbow for the most comfortable angle you could get.

Huge, but safe.

The way his stomach tapered down into his hips had you staring and rubbing all around his dick, just curious to touch every inch of him.

A dark, pulsing head was already leaking a bit of precum. You pumped him once, real slow, and let the clear drip onto your tongue.

Salty, yeah, but not much burn to it. You licked the rest of it off of the slit.

He gave a strangled curse and you earned a big hand brushing through your roots.

"Mm..." You sucked a sloppy kiss to the head with a chuckle at his twitching in your mouth.

You stuck your tongue out past your bottom lip and bobbed down. His head fell back onto the blankets and his fingers flexed in your hair.

"Ooh, fu-ck," Was a pretty sound above you.

He was too big for you to take all of him, but he sounded completely satisfied with what you were comfortable doing.

With a slight bend in his knee, he was able to turn his hips slightly towards you. His firm hand in your hair guided you to a rhythm and depth he preferred.

"A-ahh--Fuck, baby that's s-o good..."

You never realized before, but it made it so much easier on your neck and shoulders-- not to mention the fact you didn't have to think anymore.

It helped you relax.

His muttered praise was just the cherry on top. Your thighs squeezed at how good he made you feel for just letting him take your mouth.

He lingered right at that threshold between too difficult and too easy for you, and let up as soon as you gave him some resistance to judge you by.

There wasn't a better person you could've chosen to trust with your body. His tendency to play it safe turned you on because it let you run wild without worry that he'd take advantage of it.

He was so gentle, yet firm- you wanted to discover what you could do with him.

"Fuuck, ah- good girl," He groaned at your ability to take him so well, a shocked, pleasure-soaked chuckle as he was able to fuck deeper into your throat.

You felt pliable and empty when he pulled you up by your roots. It was brand-new and a rehash of everything you wanted from him all at once.

He had a hungry admiration in his eyes for you.

Your hands flew up to tangle in his long hair in a passionate, rushed kiss.

Soft, kissy missionary or the roughest backshots his strength would allow-- you wanted anything, everything, as long as it was with him.

You wanted to be his.

He sucked the spit off of your lips and chin- the rest came off on your shirt, swiped away and forgotten onto the floor.

He readjusted to slide his pants off, yet chose to keep his briefs on. When he pushed you back onto the mattress, it was smooth and skilled, like he'd been planning exactly how he wanted to hold you.

Big, rough palms scoured your body, scratching and squeezing in all the right places to make you jump and squirm against him while he kept you occupied with his mouth.

"I'd love to return the favor," He chuckled against the shell of your ear when you wiggled away from his gentle pinch to your breast.

Your sensitivity motivated him to take his weight off of you.

You gasped at the chance to breathe with ease again. He trailed slow, wet kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, and stilled at your exposed chest.

Even when he wasn't doing anything, he felt so good on top of you. You pushed out your chest for him and locked your legs around his waist, a silent beg for him to keep going.

The act stirred another question, muttered between increasingly rough stimulation on your sensitive skin.

"Why me?"

You kept your hand over your mouth to keep some higher tones quiet. Your heartbeat was pounding between your legs-- why was he so humble?

"You're-- mn-! so hot," You admitted. It sure was simple, but it was effective.

It made him blush and laugh a little against your tits, so you kept going, "You ever just, God, ah- know that you need somebody?"

It looked like he didn't really get it, but he was plenty flattered, and that was more than enough.

"Well," He smiled and pushed himself up to sit between your legs. He let his hair fall onto his shoulders so he could re-tie it, "I hope I make it worth your while."

How could he say it like that? You couldn't tear your eyes away from his flexed arms, reaching up for nimble, veiny fingers to comb through his gorgeous locks.

You finally understood it. His self-esteem was testy at best.

"You already have," You admitted.

With the new knowledge that he could be a bit shy, you slid your panties off for him with a coquettish smile.

A sort of challenge, a sort of invitation, when you spread your legs for him again.

He loved your flirty nature. You had this 'Come and get me, big guy' attitude that he couldn't ignore or back down from. In a way, it gave him the confidence he always wanted. Plus, it got him super hard.

A moment to drink up the sight of you completely nude for him.

His hands were rubbing, spreading your thighs open as he settled between them.

He could've been just-alright and it would've been enough for you. Just his breath was setting your nerves on fire. But, like everything else so far, it wasn't mediocrity that defined him.

His lids were low as he got a good look at what he was working with. He pushed your legs far and split you open in spite of -or perhaps because of- your bashful writhing.

A slow, hot kiss against your sex shut down your attempts to get in his way.

Scratching nails turned a bit sweeter, more trembly against his scalp.

A light touch was all you needed, and it was exactly what he offered; his tongue traced every bit of your already longing cunt before taking a feather-light approach to your clit.

"Oh, fuc-k," You whined, having not anticipated how quickly he'd work you up.

There was usually a learning curve to this.

You could see in his eyes that he was smiling, or that he at least found your surprise amusing.

This gentle, sweet method inspired your squirming again, but he kept you in place with heavy arms around your hips.

He kept you so still that his grip was making your muscles ache underneath him. It was a subtle, sweet mix of pain and pleasure that you craved.

"Does that feel good, baby?" His tongue dipped down, a pressure against your soaking wet, tragically still empty, hole.

He knew you couldn't reply.

"Can't wait to fuck you," He mumbled, words buzzing on you.

You were being good about staying quiet under your hand before his admission. But it seemed that you forgot your precarious situation as soon as the man was back to tonguing your clit, edging you much too close to orgasm.

"A-ah-!" You slapped a helpless hand onto his arm and threw your head back onto your pillow, "Asahi-,"

Your unrestrained sounds only encouraged him to keep going.

The sight of you coming completely undone, arching at his touch, calling his name like that, despite not knowing a damn thing about him-- he was starting to understand what you meant by needing somebody.

The tension in your tummy was starting to crest high and quick.

"I'm so close- no," You whined, scratching at him.

You couldn't push away from his grasp, nor escape his dogmatic tongue to relieve your overstimulated clit.

"No-o plea-se, I-want you," Your pleading was finally granted his attention.

He finally stilled and pressed a thoughtful kiss to the inside of your twitchy thigh. The desperation in your voice took his breath away.

Just when he thought you couldn't get any cuter, you pull a move like this.

Who was he to deny you the chance to cum around his cock?

"Damn," He grumbled.

You flinched at his last, longing kiss to your pussy.

He settled next to you and became subject to some fast, light kisses to the side of his face while he finally removed the last of his clothes. You were so happy that he listened to you and that he was pulling out his dick again.

"Yesss!" You giggled and climbed on top of him before he could even straighten back out.

"God," He choked.

Your hips rocked back and forth on top of his strained cock- you were so wet for him, so eager, he couldn't help but compulsively buck against you, too.

His slick, pulsing cock slipped between your folds and bumped against your clit with every slow, strong thrust.

Hands stretched over your ass, he brought you back and forth exactly the way he wanted.

He was using you like a little toy.

You leaned down to your elbows, lips brushing his, and moaned to egg him on, "You feel soo good."

"D'you wanna fuck me?" You bit his lip, testing his patience, his temperament, with a blissed-out look in your eyes.

One set of nails buried into your curves, the other was grabbing the back of your neck to shut you up.

A deep groan surfaced past his lips and onto yours. His low-lidded stare was so intimidating, it made your thighs clench around him.

"Fuck-," He moaned, remembering he would need to stand up to go grab a condom, "My pants are so far away."

He laughed at how badly his cock hurt, hands now trying to still the addictive motion, "I gotta-"

You pried his fingers from you and sat up so you could keep going.

"Mm-mm, I've got some..."

A vague motion to the side of the bed. You leaned your head back at the friction and hoped he was watching you.

That was shockingly attractive of you to just have condoms. He looked to the dresser you pointed to with a raised brow, then closed his fist at the sight of your pretty body getting off on him.

"Alright," He groaned, "Watch it."

The room spun for a moment.

You were suddenly on your back, jaw slack at how he just picked you up and set you down so easily.

It was only disappointing for a moment, because you loved how he could throw you around, and his disgruntled, yet soft instruction.

You gave a shuddery, "Oka-y," through a big, excited grin.

He was leaning to sift through the contents of the drawer, on a search of a large amongst a handful of regulars, when he saw your phone light up at his presence.

"Looks like your mom texted you, by the way," He passed you the device without a further thought.

Finally one for his size in hand, he got back down and started to open it.

You frowned.

7:30 p.m: Make sure you take Maru out before it gets too dark.

9:00 p.m: take maru out. im on the game

A frantic look to the window. How long had it been dark for?

He sat straight up, "Woah, what's wrong?"

Breathless, you informed him, "I was supposed to take the dog out like, 2 hours ago."

His relief at the news was one-sided. For all he knew, a text from your mom could've been much worse. He didn't understand the trouble here.

"Wouldn't your-," He hesitated to bring up Tetsuro in this fragile environment, but had to, "Your brother just do it?"

You snorted. He never did anything that he could just put on you, especially chores that were specifically meant for you.

There was the idea to text and ask if he had done it already, but if he was still occupied, he wouldn't reply, and if he wasn't doing anything, there was the chance he would come up here and bother you until you did it yourself.

You shook your head and slinked off of the bed, despite every fiber of your being telling you to do otherwise.

"I'm surprised he hasn't knocked, yet," You shivered at the new cold and gave a nervous glance to your fortified door.

You looked divine, standing against the dim light that escaped through your blinds. Like a liquid silver painting, just for him.

Asahi grabbed a pillow to cover himself with and sat on the edge of the bed so he could put his hands on you.

He pulled you into a starved, rough kiss that you had to be gently pushed away from.

"Hurry back."

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[otomiyaa]

Re: Catching Up

Finally reading the reblogs and mentions of my tag game (my main reason for starting that was to read about what y'all are up to while I neglected tha dashboard lolol) and dumping some replies here to some peeps I follow^^

General note to all: so happy to see the multiple excited reactions to Inside Out 2 hehehe, I loved it so much T0T

@crazy-as-a-jaybird THE SIMS 4 LOVESTRUCK!!!!! I didn't know that was coming! I haven't played the sims in a long time, but gee that's exciting news, thnx! ..... I wonder if there will be some nice loveydovey tickle animations in there....

@italeean "You guys probably already know what I'll say" (about Jujutsu Kaisen 0 movie), actually I don't know 👀 it's been a while since I saw that movie when it was released in the cinema here, but you made me curious to your reaction. What did you think? :3

@giggly-squiggily omg Blue Lock & Haikyuu hypehype and did you also love to see these lazy gamer guys Kenma and Nagi dominate the big screens as heroes to their respective movies, so shortly after each other, what a time to be alive 🤩

@fantasizes-tickles-daily My Adventures with Superman ng;dngifdgjdhljfni;oji I still need to start the new season but omfg I'm so glad finally someone else is into this hehehe, I love that! I'm also not a big DC fan, I didn't even see most movies, but I LOVE THIS ONE. Clark is the cutest isn't he?

@eliankrios YOU PLAY THE SIMS 4????? 👀 also thank you for those banger song recs. I only knew 'save my life' from xandria but not valentine or others :3

@wertzunge Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, I saw that one on the plane a while ago, I enjoyed that too!!! I wonder if they will do more :3 I never played the game though....

@tiklart SHARK MOVIE SUFFERERS WE ARE HAHA, also good luck on your exams!🫶 sending good luck vibes~

@gladdygirl18 ❤️❤️❤️ sending good love life prayers, hope all will go well! and yay for fellow minecraft enjoyer :D

@sunstone-smiles I LOVE ESPRESSO odjs;dgjhih ih but I didn't like it at first either :') it had to grow on me too.

@kusuguricafe seeing you talk about your genshin abyss teams makes me go 💀💀💀 it's been so long since I played genshin, especially abyss. Are you managing the 3 stars each chamber f12 cuz I've only succeeded like once at it or smth. oh and I hope you'll have fun writing again soon! Don't push yourself too much for tickletober, as long as it stays fun*w*

@blobbirobbi wow I knew all 3 of those artists but not those songs, thnx for the recs :D especially the Måneskin hohoho

@sleepysheepytea feels indeed like ages since I saw your activity on my dash, wishing you the best of luck with work and stuff^^

@hypahticklish that was literally my reaction too to the movie The Fall Guy, I loved that so much and you described it so well 😍 I thought it would be a "Haha funny" movie but it really moved me and I also didn't expect the first part to be so emotional. p.s. thnx for the blank copy paste, sorry for forgetting 🥲🥲

@a-fluffer-nutter wow good luck on the move to the UK and congrats on 8 years tumblr, I still remember you being one of the first tk blogs i encountered 😌

@lovelymessybubbly wooow it feels like AGES, sorry to hear about the low mental energy but hope you're doing well ^^!

[pearlprincess02]

aries sun, gemini moon, sagittarius rising, aries mercury, taurus venus, gemini mars

aries sun: you’re the embodiment of ambition, that glorious spark of motivation. you’re the image of when dawn breaks, that fiery red hue. you’re who i look at during times of desperation, the light of perseverance in a room full of hopelessness. the feeling of full marks after sleepless nights of frustration, my most prized possession, a taste of satisfaction.

gemini moon: a room full of things and hobbies. the best storytellers. light and witty humor. filled journals and sketchbooks. making the atmosphere brighter by just entering the room. having a thousand ideas and being passionate about every single one. soft touches and whispered secrets. i’d spend the rest of my life standing here talking.

sagittarius rising: sagittarius rising curvy body shape. sagittarius rising probably have a nice butt and thick thighs. they tend to have a pear shaped body. also i have seem these people have nice teeth too. and their smile is gorgeous. they may also have crooked teeth and watery big eyes. i have noticed these people can gain weight easily but that's just what i have seen. could be wrong too. these people can have eye issues too. they tend to have a v shaped jaw. oh but sagittarius rising have a nice ass is not joke.

aries mercury: direct, candid and uncomplicated way of thinking and communicating. very opinionated and doesn't mind or can even enjoy argumentative and aggressive ways of talking and expressing thoughts. thoughts progress quickly and they do best in fast paced conversations and thinking on their feet. they don't stay too focused on the same thing for long. they are tactless but rarely dull (enthusiastic).

taurus venus: irresistible charm or look, low-key seductive, enduring and magnetic, slow burn, dream weddings or dates, romantic touch, comforting and content, careful with hearts.

gemini mars: lightning-fast energy but airy to be around, wins you over with humor, takes pride in his intellect, upbeat and always around a crowd or working one, bewitches with ease and passion.

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[ basic info ] → ꕥ black 🇹🇹 ꕥ usa 🇺🇸 ꕥ 20 ꕥ infp ꕥ bi ꕥ gryfferin ꕥ

[ major interests & hobbies ] → ꕥ music (i can play the piano) ꕥ astrology ꕥ psychology ꕥ greek mythology ꕥ baking ꕥ swimming ꕥ

[ music stans ] → ꕥ lana del ray ꕥ olivia rodrigo ꕥ billie eilish ꕥ taylor swift ꕥ justin beiber ꕥ harry styles ꕥ halsey ꕥ tyler, the creator ꕥ lil peep ꕥ the neighbourhood ꕥ chase atlantic ꕥ the weeknd ꕥ joji ꕥ rihanna ꕥ frank ocean ꕥ 5sos ꕥ blackbear ꕥ bts ꕥ

[ movies & shows ] → ꕥ my hero academia ꕥ tokyo revengers ꕥ blue lock ꕥ fairytail ꕥ stranger things ꕥ outer banks ꕥ harry potter series ꕥ twilight series ꕥ hunger games series ꕥ american horror story ꕥ the vampire diaries ꕥ shameless ꕥ pretty little liars ꕥ haikyuu ꕥ euphoria ꕥ it ꕥ you ꕥ the little mermaid ꕥ aladdin ꕥ the princess and the frog ꕥ moana ꕥ buffy the vampire slayer ꕥ percy jackson ꕥ death note ꕥ hunter x hunter ꕥ horimiya ꕥ glee ꕥ house of the dragon ꕥ kill bill ꕥ skins ꕥ skam ꕥ criminal minds ꕥ

[ dni!!! ] → if.... homophobic, transphobic, racists etc.. ,

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[emiilyfantasia]

HEY, i'm emily and i'm really bad at intros so sorry if this is awkward oops

okay so i'm 17 and from the uk. i use any pronouns ,so call me whatever you like, and i'm queer !!

i tend to use tumblr for my more niche interests since there seems to be more of a fandom/ content here than anywhere else, so this page is probably going to be so much different stuff (i would say i'm sorry but i'm really not)

rn i'm suuper into britcoms + panel shows + comedians generally, so that's probably what i'll be posting about most. currently i'm unhinged about,

taskmaster

peep show

the mighty boosh

the it crowd

big fat quiz

never mind the buzzcocks

8 out of 10 cats

friday night dinner

doctor who

bbc ghosts (anything 6 idiots actually)

i realise there always seems to be some controversy surrounding people in this type of stuff, so i'm going to try and keep this page as light hearted as possible, but depending on the situations, i may speak out as there are certain people i absoloutely do not want to be associated with !!!!

on a much lighter note !! i love love love music so much. i'm collecting cds and have about 60-70ish rn :D i mainly listen to alternative stuff (like rock, metal, gothic rock and vkei) but also good pop music is good pop music. i can and will scream-sing along to lady gaga and rina sawayama no shame.

my favourites in music areee,

joji

queen

dir en grey

type o negative

siouxsie and the banshees

christian death

the cure

new order

joy division

malice mizer

insane clown posse

dadaroma

carnivore

deftones

buck tick

him

versailles

foo fighters

radiohead

sisters of mercy

my chemical romance

i'm also super into animanga like

banana fish

attack on titan

hunter x hunter

great pretender

nana

given

haikyuu

jojos bizarre adventure

blue period

i've got an ever growing manga collection, and i'm trying to get as many art books as possible. i genuinely think my favourite thing i own is the angel eyes banana fish art book

also love reading! but i'm not gonna lie, my actual books have been neglected for my ao3 account rn (ill make sure to link fanfic recs don't worry)

i'm also a massive geek for professor layton and style savvy/boutique games, hoping to get fashion dreamer soon!!!!

this has gotten so long now and i can't think of what else to put, i'll be sure to update this in the future, but thank you so much for reading!!!!

[bidoofenergy]

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ao3 name: whatcaniwriteinthis

fandoms: mainly hermitcraft/3rd life. red, white, and royal blue. dimension 20 if a season catches my eye but i haven't written anything there yet. previously: haikyuu, dungeons and daddies, percy jackson.

number of works: 86! most of which were written in 3 years, when i was in high school (2014 - 2017)

work i spent the most time on: hungry busy people took 8 months and in my defense that was because i got the fic author curse and had a bunch of Big Life Events all in that span of time

work i spent the least time on: the dragon, the lion and the cat which i wrote and posted in an evening, specifically on new year's eve

longest fic: starry eyes stare through me (13.3k)!! s/o to all my AUFest 23 peeps it was such a great time and i wrote way more than i ever thought i could

shortest fic: irony (80 words) a poem for the 2015 tsukkiyama week, y'all haikyuu ship weeks were my shit theyre like a third of all my works

most hits: known alien, the one and only klance fic i published with almost 13k hits. yall she will not leave me alone. she never will. it's so funny to me that this is my most popular fic

most kudos: also known alien

total word count: 100,021 words! almost ten years after i posted my first fic, i finally hit 100k lol

favorite work of my own: yall how do i choose... like, to be honest. probably let's ditch the dance floor. it's so fun and probably the fic of mine i reread the most. last summer i was in the middle of that fic writer curse and feeling incredibly lonely and working on LDDF was good for me and really rewarding

fic you want to rewrite/expand on: okay im always expanding on LDDF because know she's a full fledged AU lol. i'd love to write another hunger games AU, or just more hunger games fic. little cousin of a friend, because i still have a lot of raf & alex thoughts. and all the fuckign AUs i always have floating around my head.

share a bit of a wip: okay the only stuff im working on rn are for Fic in a Box, so here's a snippet from a haikyuu/kiyoyachi fic i never finshed

“Michimiya-kun, Basketball Captain-kun,” Kiyoko starts, listing off Daichi's rather ridiculously long list of horrible, tormenting crushes. “NO!” Daichi cries, forgetting he was trying to say quiet, and falls back like Kiyoko shot him. “Bokuto-san,” Kiyoko continues mercilessly. Daichi covers his ears like he can block this out. “That girl from the music store,” She hasn’t raised her voice at all, she isn’t that cruel, but this is still funny. “That referee who found Hinata-kun for you that one time, that girl who bumped into you at the mall—” “Okay, she was really pretty you can’t blame me, you wanted to ask her out too.” Daichi defends himself, ignoring everyone else on that list, probably for his own peace of mind.

kiyoko & daichi's friendship means so much to me. as does disaster bi daichi.

tagging: @read-and-write- @officialgleamstar @leafcabbage and @some-sort-of-siren if you'd like!

[shingekinohyrulewrites]

Breathe

Being Yachi's roommate has its pros and cons, with the biggest con being one of her longtime friends, Kageyama Tobio. You hate his guts.

Until you don't.

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I was inspired by the song "Breathe" by Jax Jones. You can listen to it here

Although this is a one-shot, it is pretty long. Whoops :^)

Also THERE BE SMUT AHEAD 18+ ONLY PLEASE

Being Yachi Hitoka’s roommate had its pros and cons.

The list of pros was extensive. You not only had a roommate, you had a best friend. When Yachi wasn’t busy at her marketing job, the two of you were out and about exploring different bars, restaurants, and going on different adventures. If you two were tired and just needed time at home, you would stay wrapped up on the couch eating cheap takeout while watching a random romantic movie on Netflix. Because Yachi was so nice, she had many friends, which meant that you had a lot of new friends too. She often went out of her way to introduce you to them and always invited you to every hangout with them.

But her being friendly had a single con. And it wasn’t a situational con, it was a person.

You would never forget when you met her close friends from her first year of high school. Yachi had been so excited for you to meet them, planning a small barbeque for all of you. Being the best ever roommate that you are, you helped her set up and decorated your small backyard before they showed up. You had really enjoyed talking to Hinata and Yamaguchi and had shot the shit with Tsukishima, who had the same sense of humor as you.

Kageyama Tobio was the single con to being Yachi Hitoka’s roommate.

He had come off as cold and aloof, being very serious when talking to everyone. You had introduced yourself to him, greeting him warmly as you stated that you were Yachi’s roommate. He had taken one look at you, given a curt nod, and walked away. You were frozen. You thought of yourself as a really friendly person, so his response had you on edge. When you were all sitting at the table eating, you had tried getting to know him better in an effort to break the ice. He had still been short and curt with you, which caused you to fume internally. You had stayed with them until you deemed you had spent enough social time before excusing yourself for the night.

After they had all left, you confronted Yachi about him and asked her what his deal was. She had defended him, saying his social skills weren’t the best and that he tended to come off cold at first.

“I swear! He was like that with me but now we’re really close!”

You had decided to give him the benefit of the doubt but your annoyance with him still stuck in the back of your head. A few weeks passed before you would see him again. The two of you had been invited to Sawamura Daichi’s home for a barbeque and you had happily agreed. You had gotten really close to Daichi, even going so far as to call him “Daddy Daichi” as a joke. He was beyond excited to see you when you arrived, pulling you into a tight hug and swinging you around. Your happiness only lasted about ten minutes before a familiar face walked in. Kageyama walked in holding a six pack of beer in each hand alongside Hinata. Everyone greeted him happily and you fought the urge to roll your eyes, instead turning back to Daichi to continue chatting with him.

The two of you had begun joking around and you had called him Daddy Daichi as usual. You were so into the conversation that you hadn’t heard Kageyama approach you. He cleared his throat, causing you to jump up and quickly turn around. A huge frown was on his face as he jerked his head towards Daichi.

“Have more respect for Daichi. Don’t just call him derogatory names like that.”

Your mouth fell open as you scrambled to find a response. Anger immediately began to flood your body, your face heating up as you began to see red. Daichi placed a heavy hand on your shoulder and chuckled.

“Thank you for your concern, Kageyama. The two of us are good friends so I don’t mind.”

He nodded, giving you a quick glare before walking off. You turned back to Daichi and threw your hands up.

“What’s his problem, Daichi?! He’s been giving me such a hard time since I met him.”

“That’s just Kageyama. You get used to him. I’m sure he’ll warm up to you after some time.”

That day began a bitter relationship between you two. Anytime the two of you were put together in a social setting, it was guaranteed that the two of you would end up in some kind of argument using snarky words and comebacks. At first, everyone was annoyed with the bickering, always asking the two of you to lay it off. However, over time, it developed into a sort of amusement for everyone and they would joke about expecting it the second the both of you walked through the door. Tsukishima was the worst, always joking that the two of you should sleep together to “just get it over with.”

Needless to say, you had punched Tsukishima for saying that.

***

“Are you sure you can’t stay, not even for a little?”

Yachi was pouting at you, hands clasped together under her chin. You laughed, ruffling her hair as you shook your head.

“No, I’m sorry. I gave my word that I would go to this birthday dinner.”

She relented, letting out a long sigh before pulling you into a hug.

“Okay, fine. I’ll forgive you this one time.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing again as you asked if she needed help with anything. She was about to answer when the door flew open and a very talkative Hinata ran in, with an annoyed Kageyama right after.

“Never mind. That’s my cue to go!” you said, turning to move to your room.

The birthday dinner you were going to was being held by some old college friends of yours. They were known to dress to the nines for special occasions, so you felt pressured to do the same. You decided to jump into the shower and take a long time to truly pamper yourself. Before you jumped in, you decided on a playlist and started the water. You had been showering for about ten minutes when a series of loud knocks rang out.

“Oi, let me in. Hinata took a huge shit and the other bathroom smells.”

“Kageyama?! What the fuck?! I’m showering!”

“I’ll be quick, just let me in!”

“What the - no!” you squeaked out.

The thought of Kageyama seeing you naked had heat flaring through your body but you pushed it aside.

“Just suck it up and go use the other bathroom!” you yelled out.

“Whatever. I’ll just go piss in your room. Also, shut that music off. It’s really annoying.”

“Kageyama, you better not!” you threatened.

You faintly heard the sound of footsteps fading away and a part of you wanted to run after him and make sure he wasn’t serious. He could be pretty crude but most of his words tended to be empty promises. Sighing, you figured you would continue on with your shower.

You passed Kageyama in the hallway to your bedroom. His eyes shifted towards yours slowly before he spoke.

“Yachi came through with the Febreeze. You got lucky this time.”

He walked past you, whistling loudly as you fumed quietly. Shaking your head, you made your way over to your room and finished getting ready. You took your time getting ready, making sure that your makeup was on point and that your outfit looked great. You had settled on a low cut blouse, a leather skirt, and heeled booties. Your friends had ordered you an Uber and it was down the street so you quickly grabbed your purse and ran out of your room. Yachi and the boys were in the living room, chatting loudly while they munched on chips. Upon hearing the click of your heels, they all fell silent and turned to look at you.

“Damn, you actually look hot for once,” Tsukishima smirked.

“Thanks Tsuki,” you winked, laughing as you walked past them to the door.

What went unnoticed by you was Kageyama’s eyes lingering on your figure.

***

To say the dinner had been fun was an understatement. You were on your way back in an Uber a little after 1:30 in the morning. Your words were slurred as you thanked the driver, stepping out of the car to stumble up to your front door. Your hands were shaking from the alcohol as you tried to open the door, your keys failing to fit into the keyhole. You finally managed to open the door and you quietly closed the door behind you. Sighing, you reached down to take off your heels to prevent any noise. You stumbled over your feet, nearly falling flat on your face as you tried to catch yourself. The movement caused the room to spin and you threw your arms out to steady yourself. Sucking in a deep breath, you waited for the room to stop before you slowly bent down to pick up your shoes. You started to walk slowly towards the hall when the room began to spin again. On instinct, you threw your arms out, heels in each hand, as you waited for it to stop again.

“Are you okay?”

You nearly shrieked at the sound of Kageyama’s voice. Even though the room was dark, you could make out his head from the couch. His hair was sticking up in every direction from sleep.

“Kageyama, what the fuck! What are you doing here?”

“Are you drunk?”

You scoffed. “That’s none of your fucking business.”

“You clearly are. Let me help you again before you fall on your face.”

He rose from the couch and walked over to you. He grabbed your arm and placed it around his shoulder and wrapped an arm around your waist. The two of you walked quietly towards your room. He gently set you down on your bed, helping you adjust your legs. He muttered a quick be right back before ducking out of your room. You faintly heard the sound of rustling in your kitchen before he returned.

“Here. Take one now and one when you wake up.”

He handed you an Advil and a glass of water. He placed a second Advil on your nightstand. Sighing, you threw it back and took a big gulp of water. Kageyama studied you for a second before giving a curt nod and began walking out.

“Wait. Why are you being so nice to me?”

He froze and turned his head to peer at you over his shoulder.

“All I’ve wanted is for you to like me. I tried my best to be nice to you when I met you.”

You didn’t hear his response as you passed out at that moment.

***

The warmth of the sun on your face is what woke you up the next morning. You were groggy as your eyes slowly opened, taking in the sight of your room. The blankets were pulled up to your chest, your shoes placed neatly by the door. Your hands scrambled for your phone on the nightstand and felt something small. Turning your head, you saw Advil and a glass of water.

Yachi must have heard me come in last night and left me this. She’s so sweet.

Smiling, you took the pill and downed the water. You didn’t feel as crappy as you were expecting to, which surprised you given how much you had drank last night. Yawning, you scrolled through your phone until the smell of eggs reached your nose. You threw the blankets aside and padded down the hallway.

Yachi was in the kitchen, humming to herself as she poured eggs onto a plate. She turned upon hearing your footsteps and smiled.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. I didn’t hear you come home last night. I was so worried when I went to bed and you hadn’t come home.”

“Oh, well you must have heard me since you left me some Advil and water.”

She looked at you confused.

“What are you talking about?”

You blinked at her, trying to process the whole situation.

“Good morning.”

Kageyama was standing at the end of the hallway, hair sticking up in all directions. He was staring at you with a coolness you had never seen before.

“Uh, what are you doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Tobio stayed behind and helped me clean up last night. By the time we finished it was really late so he spent the night.”

You blinked at him, whispering you were going to wash up before brushing past him. Your mind began to reel as you tried to remember what happened last night. You had been on the verge of blacking out when you left the restaurant. The Uber ride was a memory, but the walk to the front door and what came after was a blur. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you realized you must have browned out as soon as you got home. The thought of Kageyama bringing you Advil and water had you confused as all hell.

Why in the world would Kageyama do something nice for me?

The coolness of his expression had heat flushing to your cheeks. He tended to regard you with annoyance or anger every time he looked at you. But there was just something about that coolness that had you feeling a certain type of way.

You returned to the kitchen with a washed face, brushed teeth, and a messy bun. Deciding to have some fun with the situation, you had changed into a crop top and some track shorts. Kageyama’s eyes strayed on your legs before he slowly shifted them back to his eggs. Smiling, you sat down and began serving yourself some food.

***

That day created another shift in your relationship. The two of you bickered less and began to tolerate each other more. You noticed there was a bit of protectiveness coming from Kageyama, which you brushed aside most of the time. Months went by until Halloween was just around the corner. One of Yachi’s coworkers was throwing a massive party at their home. They had encouraged her to bring as many friends as she wanted and she had happily obliged. She invited every single person in her friend group, you included.

You had decided to go as a Playboy bunny and were definitely putting out all the stops. Hinata was set to pick you girls up at eight sharp so you had started getting ready at four. When Yachi knocked at your door five minutes before pickup, her mouth fell open.

“Okay, you’re making me rethink my costume.”

She was dressed as an adorable Red Riding Hood, eyes shining under the hood. Her eyes roamed your figure before settling on your face again. You were wearing a black, low cut bodysuit that completely showed off your cleavage. Tights were out of the question because you wanted to show off your legs and body. Black ears topped the look with waves accentuating your face and a tail on the curve where your back met your ass. Knowing you would be on your feet, you had settled for a pair of black flats.

“Yachi, you look adorable! Keep your costume on, seriously.”

A loud honk outside interrupted you both and you quickly grabbed your things and scrambled outside. Hinata was waving from his window, a large grin on his boyish face. The two of you slipped into the backseat, greeting them both cheerily as you put on your seatbelts. Hinata turned around, mouth open to return your greeting but it closed upon seeing you.

“Whoa, you look sexy!”

You giggled, thanking him as you shyly looked away. Hinata was always nothing but polite and friendly with you so his comment caught you off guard. Your eyes shifted over to Kageyama, who was watching you quietly from the passenger seat. He turned back to face the front, the sharp outlines of his side profile illuminated in the streetlight.

“Nice costume, Shoyo,” Yachi giggled, gesturing to his Chewbaca costume. His hair was styled in a way that was even more messy than usual. He laughed, replying with an excited “thanks” before starting the car and driving off. The two settled into a light conversation, catching up with each other and cracking jokes in between.

Your eyes slowly moved back to study Kageyama. He was dressed as a vampire, a red cloak hanging from his shoulders. You figured his sister had helped him put his look together. His hair was styled neatly in an old fashioned way, hair pushed back off his forehead. Pale makeup gave him an undead look, blue eyes popping against the contrast. Red face paint was smeared around his lips, giving the look of fake blood. Underneath his cloak, a black button down was tucked into black slacks, showing off his toned legs.

You swallowed. Since when was Kageyama attractive?

Hinata and Yachi carried the conversation the rest of the way. Her co-worker's home was in its own plot of land, the closest neighbor half a mile down the road. The car slowly pulled to a stop at the ornate gate, Hinata opening the window to stick his head out.

“Your coworker lives here? This is basically a mansion!”

“I guess so? I know he has money but this is crazy.”

Hinata drove the car up the driveway and pulled into a parking spot between two cars. Everyone got out of the car and walked into the loud home. Halloween decorations were tastefully placed throughout, with fake fog drifting in the air. Music blasted from the large living room where people were dancing all over. Yachi pulled her phone out and scrolled through her messages.

“Yama told me the gang was here. We need to go find them!” she yelled.

You all followed her as she weaved her way through the crowds. It was Tsukishima who gave them away, blonde head sticking out in the crowd. He was dressed as a salt shaker, with Yamaguchi as the pepper. Yachi greeted them all, waving excitedly as she approached. The guys were all talking amongst themselves and fell quiet when you approached. Feeling self conscious, you gave a small wave before wrapping an arm around your body.

“Whoa, you look fucking hot. Seriously, you are probably the hottest girl here,” Nishinoya said in disbelief, eyes wide as he took in your figure.

“Do a spin for us!” Yamaguchi said, whooping.

You laughed, obliging and playfully shaking your hips as you did so. The rest of the boys whooped and cheered you on. Laughing, you bowed before flashing them a big grin. Suga announced he was going to get you all some drinks before disappearing with Asahi. You all fell into separate conversations. Nishinoya had continued to fawn over you so you had decided to appease him and just talk with him. You noted Kageyama was standing close to you, talking quietly with Daichi as his eyes kept shifting over to you. Biting your lip, you began looking around for Suga for your drink.

“Let’s have some fun!”

A red cup was placed in your hand. Everyone held their drinks up to toast before knocking it back.

***

That was the clearest memory you had of that night. Taking advantage of Yachi’s coworker’s kindness, you drank as much as you could and tried to have as much fun as possible. The last time you had drank was the birthday dinner that still stuck out in your mind. Slowly, one by one, each person in your friend group left. Daichi and Suga were the first to go, stating they had work early the next day. Tsuki and Yama left an hour after, saying they were getting tired and couldn’t keep up. Asahi left twenty minutes later, wanting to avoid getting even more drunk.

By the time two AM rolled around, only Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Kageyama were left. To say you were drunk was an understatement. As you had slipped into the void that was blacking out, you knew you would regret this in the morning. Kageyama and Tanaka each had an arm wrapped around you as they helped you outside.

“Are you gonna be alright? You’re pretty sloshed,” Nishinoya observed, concerned.

“S’okay,” you slurred. “I’ll manage.”

You stood there, humming to yourself as the boys discussed what to do. Kageyama insisted he would take you and promised the guys he would text them once he got you home safe. They departed then, waving goodbye as they disappeared down the driveway.

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you out of your stupor. Looking up, you saw Kageyama on his phone looking for an Uber. He glanced down at you, a soft frown on his face.

“You okay? Do you need something?” he muttered.

“You’re so tall,” you slurred, giggling.

“Thanks.”

“You looked really handsome tonight. I didn’t know Kageyama Tobio could be handsome,” you admitted, letting out another giggle.

Before he could respond, a small group of guys on their way out began wolf whistling at you. They were obviously drunk. One man made a comment about your ass before making a suggestive gesture. He laughed, stumbling away with his friends. Kageyama scowled, mumbling obscenities under his breath as he pulled off his cape and wrapped it around you. You snuggled into it, breathing in his scent and sighing in content. The Uber pulled up then and he helped lead you into the backseat.

The drive home was quiet as you dozed off on his shoulder. He still had an arm wrapped securely around your shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles onto it. Once you got home, he carefully helped you out of the car. He thanked the driver before turning to face you.

“I’m going to pick you up, okay? Don’t panic.”

You nodded, throwing your arms out sloppily as he approached you. He carefully picked you up bridal style, walking slowly as he approached your front door. The lights were off, which meant Yachi was fast asleep. He was quiet as he carried you to your room. Just like the first time, he carefully laid you down before disappearing and returning with a glass of water and two Advils. You happily took the pill and downed the water. He left and returned with a fresh glass of water. He studied you for a second before nodding and turning to go.

“Can you stay with me?”

He hesitated. “I . . . I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I don’t want to be alone,” you pouted. “Please?”

He hesitated again before sighing. Smiling, you settled into your blankets and got comfortable. You were passed out before he even slipped into bed with you.

***

Warm.

You knew the warmth of the sun, but this warmth was different.

Opening one eye, you glanced around you. A pile of unfamiliar clothes was at the foot of your bed. Eyes wide, you began to panic internally.

Did I bring someone home?!

A soft snore next to you answered your question. Slowly turning around, you turned towards the figure. A hand quickly clamped over your mouth as you let out a gasp. Kageyama was asleep next to you, soft snores coming from his mouth. His pale makeup was smudged all over your pillowcase.

You watched him for a minute, admiring how handsome he was. Panic rose again and you felt your heart leap into your chest. Did you hook up with him?! Did Tsukishima’s joke about you two sleeping together finally come true? You slowly lifted your blanket and looked down at yourself. You were still wearing your outfit from the night. Sighing, you slowly got out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom.

Splashing cold water on your face, you tried to come up with a plan. What would you say to him? What would you do? What was going to happen moving forward? As you brushed your teeth and tried to make yourself more presentable, you practiced various lines you could say to Kageyama.

When you emerged almost twenty minutes later, the man of the hour was sitting up, scrolling through his phone. The blanket had fallen off of him, exposing his toned chest and abs. Biting your lip, you sucked in a breath and put on your gentlest smile.

“Good morning, Kageyama.”

He glanced up from his phone. You had changed out of your bodysuit and were now wearing an oversized T shirt. His eyes flickered up your legs before he cleared his throat.

“Good morning.”

There was an awkward moment of silence.

“Um, do you want to go for breakfast? I think I should thank you since you got me home . . . I think.”

“I did,” he confirmed. “But I should get going. I have an appointment with my personal trainer.”

He slipped out of bed. Heat immediately rose to your cheeks at the sight of him in just his boxer briefs. Humming to himself, he began collecting his clothes and dressing himself. You shyly looked away until he was standing in front of you. He cocked his head to the side, his expression unreadable.

“Please be safe. You had me worried last night.”

He turned to go and, before you could respond, was out the door. You blinked, trying to process everything that had happened in the last twelve hours. The sound of the front door closing brought you out of your reverie. You ran to the front door just in time to see Kageyama depart in a car. You waited until the car turned down the street, leaving you breathless on the porch.

“What is my life anymore?!” you groaned.

***

Thanksgiving came and went and Christmas arrived quickly. Sugawara always hosted the holiday at his home, going out of his way to decorate and make a lavish dinner for everyone. After dinner, games were played until midnight when everyone would open their gifts. You were extra excited because this year, to switch things up, you would be doing Secret Santa. Suga had put everything together and, ironically, you had pulled him. He had been talking nonstop about a new baking set and you had dropped quite a bit in buying him the newest, top of the line baking materials. You had wrapped everything neatly into a large, glittery bag and was tying on a ribbon when Yachi skipped into your room.

“Are you nearly ready? Yama is going to pick us up this time.”

“Yeah! I just need to spray some perfume and put some lipstick on.”

Yamaguchi pulled into your driveway and came in, offering to help carry all of your gifts. The both of you thanked him and got into the backseat while he finished loading everything into the trunk. Tsukishima was in the front seat playing Candy Crush while he waited.

“Wooow Tsuki, you actually look put together for once!” you teased.

Suga’s parties always had a theme. The previous year was pajama themed and the year before that was elf themed. This year, the host had decided on a red and green theme. Tsuki was wearing a jade green long sleeved shirt tucked into slacks. He rolled his eyes, chuckling as he turned around to ruffle your hair.

“I could say the same thing about you,” he smirked.

You laughed, giving him a cheeky smile as you rolled your eyes at him too. The two of you settled into a light conversation as Yamaguchi finished loading everything up before slipping into the driver’s seat. The drive was filled with Yachi and Yama singing along (terribly) to Christmas songs on the radio. By the time you arrived at Suga’s home, you and Tsuki never wanted to hear Mariah Carey again.

“Merry Christmas! Come on in and get a cup of hot cocoa!”

Suga was wearing a red turtleneck with a Mrs. Claus apron over it. He was holding a tray of gingerbread cookies, a gentle smile on his face. You happily took one, thanking him before skipping to the kitchen. Daichi and Hinata were talking as they grabbed hot cocoa and they greeted you with tight hugs. The sound of footsteps behind you had you turning away to peer at the person. Kageyama was staring coolly at you, blue eyes a good contrast to his emerald green sweater. You gave him a small nod before disappearing into the dining room.

Dinner was delicious as always, with a nice pumpkin pie for dessert. A wide variety of games was presented and everyone quickly got into groups. Still full from the meal, you had decided to stay behind and just watch from a slight distance. Cup of hot cocoa in your hand, you leaned against the wall and smiled to yourself at the sight of your friends so happy together. You were so transfixed on the scene that you had failed to hear Kageyama approach you.

“Uh oh! Friends, what is our number one rule for Christmas this year?”

Suga’s voice boomed above everyone else, a mischievous glint in his eye as he stared at you. Confused, you glanced around the room at everyone. Every single pair of eyes was looking at you, eyes wide, as you leaned against the wall.

“Whoever gets stuck under the mistletoe has to kiss!” Nishinoya yelled, grinning.

Panicking, you peered up above you to see said mistletoe hanging over your head. You slowly turned your head to the left to see Kageyama staring at you, a slight blush on his cheeks. Panic continued to rise in you as you glanced helplessly at your friends. Yachi was sitting next to Kiyoko, an apologetic look on both of their faces. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you turned to look back at Kageyama.

“Um . . .” you didn’t know what to say or even what to do.

It was Kageyama who made the first move. He took a careful step forward, hesitating slightly as he bent his head down towards you. You blinked up at him, frozen in your spot as your brain scrambled to understand what was going on. He gently placed a hand on your cheek before leaning in and pressing a soft, gentle kiss to your lips. His thumb stroked your cheek as he quickly swiped his tongue along your bottom lip before quickly pulling back.

The room had gotten deathly silent. Everyone’s mouth seemed to have fallen open upon witnessing that moment. Hinata was the first one to break the silence, letting out a loud OH MY GOD before collapsing into his seat. Tanaka and Nishinoya began applauding while Daichi and Asashi sighed, exchanging knowing glances. Kageyama cleared his throat before muttering he needed the bathroom and dashing into the hall. Nodding, you numbly turned to Yachi and awkwardly walked over to her.

She opened her mouth to say something but you shook your head, not wanting to speak. Kiyoko gave you a sad look before pulling you into a tight hug. Sighing, you stated you wanted to play What Do You Meme? with them to distract yourself.

An hour before midnight, Suga announced it was time for the Secret Santa reveal. Everyone sat in a circle, chatting while they tried to guess who had pulled who. Suga, being the host, went first, revealing that he had gotten Daichi. A series of loud complaints filled the room, saying that Suga had done this on purpose. He swore it was a coincidence as he handed Daichi his gift, a set of weights and a cologne he had been talking nonstop about.

The exchange went on, everyone surprised at who had gotten who. Everyone burst out laughing when Asahi, who had gotten Tanaka, had gotten him a Santa thong as a gag gift. Both his and Kiyoko’s faces turned bright red as Asahi said he “hoped they enjoyed it together.” Grumbling, Tanaka stood and grabbed his gift before stomping over to Kageyama. He was given a new pair of sneakers, which he thanked Tanaka for. Leaning over from his seat, Kageyama grabbed his gift and slowly stood. He hesitated before walking over to you.

“Merry Christmas,” he said quietly.

Stunned, you gingerly took the gift from his hands. He returned to his seat, eyes watching you intensely as you opened it. A large gift basket was filled with skincare products that looked quite expensive. Taped to the front was a Christmas card with your name sloppily written on it. You opened it and found a free trip to the local spa that was known for its exquisite treatments but high cost.

“Kageyama, I . . . I don’t know what to say,” you said, looking at him in disbelief.

“I know you work really hard and I figured you needed something to help you relax,” he shrugged, the red tint returning to his cheeks.

You blinked at him, thanking him as you stood and grabbed your gift. Suga was beyond happy with the baking set and promised even tastier desserts for next year. At this point, it was five minutes to midnight. Everyone stood up and gathered around the tree, talking excitedly as they counted down. You stood on the outskirts, an arm wrapped around yourself as you stared at Kageyama’s gift at your feet.

“Was it too much?”

His quiet voice startled you from your thoughts. You peered up at him. He was staring at you with slight concern touching his brows. You shook your head, giving him a soft smile.

“No, it was perfect. Thank you. I don’t have words to show you my gratitude.”

Everyone in the living room began counting down. The two of you continued to stare at each other, some unspoken connection beginning to brew. As everyone counted down the last ten seconds, Kageyama lifted his hand and cupped your cheek gently.

“Merry Christmas.”

At the stroke of midnight, everyone began to cheer. He gave you a soft smile before turning and joining everyone else. You turned to follow him with your eyes, watching as he approached Hinata and gave him a fist bump.

It was that moment that you realized your heart was pounding quickly in your chest.

***

Yachi’s coworker invited you all again for New Year. The theme for the party was the Great Gatsby, so you spent the days after Christmas with Yachi looking for the perfect dress. On New Year’s Eve, Daichi came to pick you two up. He was dressed very dapper, looking even more handsome than usual. The drive to the large home was fun as the three of you sang along to the Great Gatsby soundtrack.

Your friend group was waiting for you outside the door. Your heart fluttered at the sight of Kageyama, who was dressed all in white with his hair slicked back. His eyes immediately locked onto you as you stepped out of the car. You shyly looked away, grabbing Yachi’s arm and interlacing your fingers.

“Alright let’s say goodbye to this year!” Hinata whooped.

You all stepped in, the sound of a big band group playing echoing throughout the house. Everyone had dressed exceptionally for the theme and you smiled excitedly. You all grabbed drinks and made your way to the dance floor laughing.

At a quarter to midnight, you stepped away to get some air on the backyard patio. Various groups of couples were spread about, nuzzling into each other as they waited for their midnight kiss. Feeling lonely, you walked on until you found an isolated area. You sat on a bench and sighed, glancing up at the night sky.

“Hey. You okay?”

Jumping, you turned to see Kageyama standing next to you. You clutched your chest and let out a nervous laugh.

“I just needed some air, that’s all.”

He nodded, sitting next to you. Despite all the dancing he had done, his hair was still neatly pushed back, face glowing slightly from sweat.

“You look really beautiful tonight. I wanted to make sure I told you before midnight.”

You smiled softly at him.

“Thank you, Kageyama. You look very handsome tonight. Dapper, even.”

He chuckled, the deep, throaty sound sending heat straight to your core. Biting your lip, you looked away. A moment of silence followed your statement. You peered back up at the sky, eyes fixated on the stars.

“Tobio.”

Confused, you turned to look back at him.

“I want you to call me Tobio.”

Your throat went dry. You opened your mouth to speak but were interrupted by the sound of the big band group inside announcing there were three minutes left of the year. Standing, you turned to look back at Tobio. He had stood up the same moment you did, watching you with the coolness you had familiarized yourself with. He hesitated for a second before slowly walking over to you.

Tobio was now standing directly in front of you. You peered up at him, blinking slowly as you took in his features. In the soft starlight you admired his handsome, sharp features, from his defined nose to his slightly full lips. His normally blue eyes were almost completely black, as his pupils were dilated as you looked at you. His tongue flicked out to lick his lips, causing heat to pool within you again.

The countdown had begun. The band had begun counting down from sixty, the sounds of everyone else joining in. Tobio reached for your hand, interlacing his fingers as he took another step closer. He leaned down, his free hand reaching up to hold your lower back. You gently placed your hands on his chest, biting your lips shyly. The countdown continued on until five seconds were left. Holding your breath, you waited to see what he would do at the start of the new year. The screams of Happy New Year rang out and he smiled softly at you before leaning in and kissing you. The kiss was much longer than the Christmas one and you felt yourself melt into him. Your hands clutched onto his shirt as you parted your lips, allowing his tongue to slip in. He tasted of mint and vodka, a combination that sent shivers down your spine. When you pulled away a few minutes later, your head was spinning and you were out of breath. The stars seemed to have been pulled from the sky and placed into his eyes, as they sparkled as he smiled down at you.

“Happy New Year.”

***

It seemed like everyone seemed to know something that you didn’t.

In the weeks that followed New Year, you noticed your friends looking at you with a certain look in their eyes. You first noticed it when you went to lunch with Daichi the Monday after. The two of you met for lunch once a week near both of your jobs. When the two of you sat down, he was looking at you like he knew some sort of secret.

“Why are you looking at me that way?” you asked, puzzled.

He jumped in his seat, giving you a nervous laugh as he reached up to rub the back of his neck.

“Looking at you like what?” he asked.

You frowned, rolling your eyes as you decided to let it go.

Slowly, you noticed everyone else doing the same. Asahi was even more skittish around you, something that made Nishinoya continuously scold him as you three jogged around the park. Tsuki seemed to be smirking more at you when the two of you ran errands together, and Kiyoko was even more quiet than usual when you went to get your nails done.

Towards the end of January, you decided to confront Yachi, who seemed slightly distant. She was sitting on the couch when you got home from work, flipping through a magazine while a rerun of a random sitcom played on the TV. Frowning, you walked over and sank onto the couch next to her.

“Are you hiding something from me?”

Yachi jumped, dropping the magazine on the floor. She turned to look at you, furiously shaking her head.

“N-no! Of course not!” she laughed nervously.

Narrowing your eyes, you leaned in closer to her face.

“Why do I feel like you and everyone else is hiding something from me? Everyone’s been acting so weird since New Year.”

You noticed Yachi nervously looking around before trying to give you a smile.

“YACHI!”

“Okay, fine!” she squeaked out.

Sucking in a breath, she gently reached for your hands and held them in her lap.

“Yamaguchi went to check on you when you stepped out on New Year’s Eve. He saw you and Kageyama . . . you know . . .”

Panic immediately rose into your chest and you jumped up from the couch, color leaving your face as you stared at her, wide eyed.

“He . . . he saw . . . Yama saw . . .”

“Everything.”

It suddenly clicked why everyone was looking at you like they had a secret. They knew your secret but didn’t want you to know. You slowly sank onto the couch again, suddenly feeling exhausted.

“We’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you. Suga finally decided to talk to you about it this weekend but . . . the cat’s out of the bag now.”

“Does Tobio know?” you asked, closing your eyes.

“Tobio?”

You opened your eyes to see Yachi’s mouth wide open.

“You’re on a first name basis now?!” she screeched.

Flushing, you tried to stutter out an excuse but just gave up. You threw your hands up in defeat.

“Yachi, if Yama saw us kissing I’m sure it’s assumed we’re on a first name basis!”

She squealed, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I can’t believe this is happening! Look at you two, who would have thought?”

Groaning, you tried to get out of her hug.

“Can you not please? I’m still trying to figure out the situation. I haven’t seen him since that night.”

“Really?”

Yachi pulled back, frowning.

“Well . . . that makes sense,” she hummed. “It’s a new year, so he’s probably practicing a ton for the upcoming season.”

A slow grin crept onto her face.

“Look at you, crushing on your former nemesis. You’ve grown so much!”

Another groan left your lips as you stood up, announcing you needed a shower before stalking off. A slow grin spread on Yachi’s face as an idea crept into her mind.

***

Another week passed and you found yourself alone on a Saturday. Yachi and Hinata were going to some art exhibit downtown that he had gotten free tickets for. She had told you not to stay up for her and told you to enjoy your alone time. So now, here you were, scarfing down a burger on the couch while you rewatched Criminal Minds for the millionth time. The exhibit had begun in the late afternoon but the two had left early to grab some lunch. Swallowing a particularly big bite, you heard the sound of the door unlocking. Confused, you glanced down at your phone for the time.

“Yachi?” you called out with a full mouth. “You’re back early. Is everything okay?”

When you didn’t get a response, you turned around. You immediately froze. Kageyama was standing in the doorway, the same frozen look on his face as you appraised you. Embarrassment flooded your veins as you realized you were dressed in your ugliest home clothes, hair tied up into a terrible bun with ketchup all over your face. Clearing his throat, he quietly closed the door behind him and gave you a small nod.

“Er, Yachi asked me to come check if she left something here. She’s out with Hinata but doesn't want to come back.”

You nodded furiously and whipped your head back to the TV, cheeks bright red. Tobio slipped off his shoes and padded off down the hallway. Sucking in a deep breath, you tried your hardest to focus on Dr. Spencer Reid’s analysis but failed, knowing that the man you had been dying to see was now in your house with you.

Alone.

A few minutes passed and he still hadn’t returned. You gave a hesitant look down the hallway and called his name.

“Are you alright?”

Another few minutes passed before he came back in, his expression completely unreadable as he shuffled past you awkwardly. He stopped near the doorway, seeming to hesitate to leave. A part of you wanted him to stay but you didn’t want to come off as a bother. Biting your lip, you decided to bite the bullet and had just opened your mouth to ask when he spoke first.

“Do you want some company?”

You nodded, scooting over to give him some room on the couch. Quickly cleaning up your mess, you scooped up the take out bag and dashed to the kitchen to toss it out. When you returned, Tobio seemed much more comfortable, one hand wrapped around the back of the couch. You sat on the opposite side of the couch and tried to pretend you weren’t insanely nervous.

Criminal Minds continued on, with the BAU finding their Unsub and trying to save the latest victim in time. While you watched on, you hadn’t realized that Tobio had been subtly scooting closer to you. By the time the episode ended, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. Confused, you looked over at Tobio to see him, cheeks flushed as he pulled you flush against his side. The next episode started and you allowed yourself to relax against him.

It was hard to focus now. Since you had watched the episode before, your mind kept hyperfixating on Tobio’s warmth and his hand holding your shoulder tightly. You tucked your feet underneath you and leaned more into him, resting your head on his shoulder. Halfway through the episode, you kept feeling Tobio squirming next to you. Frowning, you turned to look at him.

“Are you okay? Is this too squeamish for you -”

Your teasing was cut short by him pressing his lips harshly on yours. Surprised, it took you a second to react but you quickly returned the kiss, letting one hand tangle in his soft hair. The kiss quickly became heated and the two of you pulled apart.

“I’m sorry I haven’t called you,” he panted, cheeks flushed.

“N-no! It’s fine, you’ve been busy with practice,” you assured him.

“I really like you,” he blurted out. “I have for a long time.”

Your eyes widened. Kageyama Tobio was confessing to you!

“I’m just really shitty with expressing my feelings. The first day I met you, I was extremely attracted to you. But I didn’t know what to do with what I was feeling so I shut down and, well . . . I was an asshole.”

The color from his cheeks faded and he studied you with an intense gaze. You knew he wanted a response so you decided to show him with your actions. You kissed him again, throwing your arms around his neck to bring him closer to your body.

“I like you too. Shut up and kiss me.”

He grinned, and you realized it was the first time you had genuinely seen him smile. He leaned in again and kissed you, working quickly to push his tongue into your mouth. You were slowly starting to get turned on and decided to be bold by biting down on his bottom lip. He gave a sharp exhale and you thrust your tongue into his mouth.

One of his hands moved from the couch to begin trailing down your back, sending goosebumps down your spine. You arched into his touch, letting out a quiet moan before sighing in pleasure. He pulled you onto his lap and you clumsily settled into it. The two of you paused for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes as the severity of the moment hit you both.

“Are we really doing this right now?” you whispered.

“I guess we are,” Tobio breathed out.

He leaned in, pressing his lips softly against your neck. Biting down, he began leaving marks along the expanse of it. You pulled him even closer to you, closing your eyes to relish in the feeling of his lips on you. Suddenly, you were being lifted up and your eyes flew open.

“Fuck this, I need a bed,” he growled out.

He began walking down the hallway, the voices of Garcia and Morgan flirting fading away as you entered your room. He dropped you on the bed, grabbing the hem of his shirt to throw it over his head. You were entranced by the sight of his toned, athletic body, your eyes grazing over him until they lowered and reached the waistband of his sweats.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, smirking.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed him by the hips and pulled him to you.

“Shut up and get over here.”

Chuckling, he complied and crawled on the bed towards you. Reaching for your sweats, he began swiftly untying them before slowly pulling them down your legs. His eyes zeroed in on your core, his tongue swiping out to lick his lips. You shivered from the anticipation.

“Can I confess something to you?” Tobio asked, pausing in his movement.

“Um, sure?”

“Er, Yachi sent me to her room to find that ‘thing’ but I found . . . these instead.”

He reached into his sweats pockets and pulled out a roll of condoms. You choked on your spit, eyes going wide as you felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“You’re joking,” you deadpanned.

“She must have planned this from the start. I knew the entire crew was acting weird,” he frowned.

“Yeah, I confronted her about it. It was . . . awkward.”

A moment of silence fell over you two. Trying to reignite the passion, you grabbed the roll from his hand and ripped one out, waving it in front of his face.

“Might as well put this to use, no?” you grinned.

He snatched it from your hand, placing it on the bed as he began to fumble with his own sweats. Giggling, you pulled your shirt over your head, watching as he threw the sweats over his shoulder and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his underwear.

“We can stop now,” he offered quietly.

You shook your head.

“I’ve been wanting this for a while. You can keep going. Please.”

With that, he slowly began pulling them down. His cock sprang out, slapping against his lower stomach. Given a man of Tobio’s stature, you figured he would be packing slightly, and you were definitely not disappointed. Biting your lip, you sat up to unclasp your bra and peeled your panties off.

Now fully naked, you took a minute to admire each other’s forms before Tobio reached for the condom and opened it. He rolled in onto himself, giving a low grunt as he stroked himself a few times.

“Are you sure?” he offered again, eyes watching you softly.

You nodded, laying back and spreading your legs for him. His eyes got wide and he kneeled down, aligning himself before sucking in a breath and pushing in slowly. The familiar feeling of being stretched had you already curling your toes, eyes fluttering shut as you savored him inside of you. He let out a low groan, stopping as he bottomed out before pulling out and snapping his hips against yours. You let out a sharp breath, hands clawing at the sheets as he continued to thrust into you. The sheets rustled around you and you felt his warm hands grab onto yours, interlacing your fingers as he began to pick up the pace. He lowered his face towards you, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck before following the trail with his tongue.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock,” he panted out.

His words had you moaning loudly and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You tried to match your hips to his rhythm, trying to chase the feeling of pleasure as your orgasm began to form in the pit of your stomach. Tobio seemed to be close, his fingers squeezing yours tightly as his hips lost their tempo.

“I’m s-so close,” you whimpered.

“Then cum for me. Fuck, cum for me on my cock, baby.”

It took his words plus an extra sharp thrust to release the coil forming in you, seeing white behind your closed eyes. You moaned out his name incoherently, tightening around him as he pumped into you before finishing too, groaning your name as he came into the condom.

The both of you were panting, trying to catch your breath. Your legs were still wrapped around him, legs sore from how tight you were holding him to you. He pulled out of you, causing you to whimper at the loss of sensation. Sliding off the bed, he removed the condom and padded over to the bathroom.

You were half asleep when he returned, grabbing a blanket to drape it over the both of you.

“Um, sorry I finished so fast. It’s been a while and, well . . . I was kind of holding out for this.”

You giggled, reaching up to run your fingers through his soft hair.

“It’s okay. We’ll have plenty of time to try again.”

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

💗Haikyuu 💗

Iwaizumi Hajime x Gender Neutral YN

Warnings: sweet unadulterated fluff

A/N: Day 1 of The Valentine's Day collab with @axoxtxhxh!! Peep the the masterlist here!

• First off, YN I hate you ✨️respectfully✨️

• How dare you take my man 😭

• Seriously Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, Athletic Trainer is perfection

• The mans just SCREAMS top tier boyfriend

• The fact that he has a crush on you

• Seriously YN, you are something SPECIAL 👏🏻

• I feel like Iwa is one of those guys who doesn’t have a type

• But he’s definitely attracted to personality

• I think he values humor and kindness over anything

• He wants a partner who is sweet, kind but still can handle themselves

• Let’s say you work with Team Japan 🏅

• Well YN, you’ve already attracted the man

• Props to you 👏🏻

• The fact that you work with that group of clowns 🤡 says everything

• That fact that you didn’t quit after one day says the most

• Iwa isn’t going to come right out and latch himself to you unlike some members

• *cough* BOKUTO AND ATSUMU *cough*

• He's actually going to get to know you

• Through conversation 🗣

• Just like random ones too

• Like he could be helping Hinata stretch and he’ll be like

• “Hey YN, you going to see the new Spiderman movie?”

• Mans will keep mental notes through casual convos with you

• Tell me he doesn’t gave a good memory

• He was basically the captain of Seijoh

• Fight me because Iwa handled everything and we all know it

• Now he’s handling like a dozen man children

• He’s got his life together 👏🏻

• When he gathers enough Intel, he will branch out to asking you to hang out

• Like coffee dates and movie dates

• But not like the pressure of actual dates

• Just “as friends” 😉

• Once you guys graduate to the “hanging out every weekend” stage, he will Amp it up

• Mans doesn’t want to pressure you so he’s going to tread lightly

• Maybe bring flowers or your favorite snack

• Also he’s one of those guys who will gradually scoot closer to you on the couch to test the waters

• Like he won’t grab you but he will sit right up against you

• This happens over weeks

• Like Mans is not going to mess this up! 🙌🏻

• When he finally asks you out, it’s going to be in the sweetest way

• Like he’d going to send you on a scavenger hunt of something 😭

• And then he’s going to be at the end, asking you if you’d give him the pleasure of dating you 😭😭😭😭😭

• Please YN, I BEG 🧎‍♀️

• *side note* he has Mattsun and Makki secretly record it

• He asks for your permission to send it to oikawa

• You can’t resist

• Iwa will take any chance he can to rub it in Oikawa’s face 🤣

• We love a petty yet romantic Iwa 💅

[axebodyspray]

masterlist and rules??

heya peeps!

(you can always request something off of this list cause I don't remember all of the animes I've seen so I can jog my memory for you lovely people)

First off I strictly only write x male reader or x gender-neutral reader and I only pair them with male characters, please do not ask me to write for a fem reader or a fem character because I am uncomfortable doing so. Since I am in fact trans myself I'm more than happy to write for an ftm trans reader just ask me beforehand.

NSFW is ok with me, most of my plots will probably include it actually so I will put a warning beforehand. I do not do headcanons.

I will also very rarely write one-shots about character x character ships but I write those because sometimes I feel like it so please do not request too many of those, occasionally if I really like the characters or plot I will write for multiple characters x reader but I gotta be really interested. Aus and omegaverse type things are ok too.

I also have a very thought out mha oc that I will most likely be writing a story for either here or on my Wattpad account, I can make another post further explaining them and their back story/role in the anime if you would like me to do so. Just dm me or put in a request if you have any other questions or comments for me!

Animes I write for:

Haikyuu Masterlist

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

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Can you do the banning sex for 3 weeks thing with haikyuu characters tendou and anyone else🥰 please and thank you if you actually do it

yessir! i can! hope you enjoy

(apologies for any grammar errors. and sorry if this is sloppy. and the late answer 😅 <3)

✰ characters: Tendou Satori, Kuroo Tetsuro, Sawamura Daichi, Oikawa Tooru

✰ their reaction to being banned from sex for three weeks

Tendou Satori

Tendou, Tendou, Tendou

he probably, mostly likely end up in the situation because he thought it would be a good idea to play a prank on you

he thought the prank was harmless but you were ready to go to jail

you had went out for the day with your friends to get dolled up by them as a treat

they brought you to get hair, nails and makeup done. they even bought you some new clothes

now for you to come home and walk through your front door, you weren’t expecting to have water get dumped on your head

mouth agape you saw your red hair boyfriend peeping around the corner with his hand over his mouth doubled over laughing 

“what the actual fuck Tendou!!” you yelled at your boyfriend who was still laughing. your hair that you had just gotten done was now wet and so was your clothes as well as the bag of more clothes in your hands. not to mention the water was freezing cold. oh how you wanted to beat the living shit out of him. 

you placed the soaked bags down on the ground taking off your shoes placing on the shoe rack. you walk in the direction of your boyfriend who watched you as he wiped the tear from his eye. walking straight past him you shoved his arm that he tried to touch you with, continuing on your journey to the bathroom. once you got to the bathroom, you started striping from your clothes. as turn around you see Tendou leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets eyeing you up and down. as he reached out to touch you, you slapped his hand away. “don’t touch me.” you said sternly. “come on beautiful, don’t be like that please.” he whine. his reaches out again, wrapping his arms around you nuzzling his face in your neck.

you sighed unraveling his arms from around your waist. “no Tendou, i’m still mad at you. you got my clothes and hair wet. you don’t do that shit bruh.” you shake your head. “beautiful it was prank i’m sorry.” he sighed. you shrugged, “i don’t care. because of you little prank, you just earned yourself no sex.” you said nonchalant. you heard him choke. “what?” “yeah no sex, for three weeks.” he pouted. “babe, you know that i won’t last.” you sarcastically gasped at him. “oh no, what every shall we do.” you rolled your eyes. “that sounds like a you problem.” you laughed. you pushed him out the bathroom getting ready to shower. “bye~”

as the weeks went by, Tendou could feel himself slowly dying. with you constantly walking around the house in teasing wardrobes, you were making it very hard for him to function properly. he would would try and touch sometime while your not looking but you’d always catch him somehow. now that it was the final day of his punishment he decided that we was gonna make it up to you by taking you out on a nice, lovely date before bring you back home and having his way with you. once back in the comfort of your shared house, he dashes to the bedroom with you in his arms. “let me treat you right tonight beautiful.” 

Kuroo Tetsuro

let’s just say the when it comes to being a tease, Kuroo is your guy

you and him went out to a restaurant

the whole night Kuroo has been eyeing you like a predator would with their prey  

he coots his chair closer to you resting his hand atop of your thigh

just then the waiter comes to serve you 

he would trace circles over your skin, moving further and further up until he got to his most prized possession

he’d slyly massage you through the fabric of the clothing you were wearing as you spoke to the waiter, breathing a bit heavy

you accidentally out a moan when he slid your panties to the side dipping a finger inside of you. this made the waiter look at you with a confused expression

“i cant believe you did that.” you hissed at your boyfriend in the car. he had embarrassed you in front of the waiter that served you two at the restaurant. now your all hot and flustered and it’s all because of that handsome devil of a man that was seated in the drivers seat with his hand laid on your thigh. oh, two can definitely play that game.

when you two finally arrived at the house you waste no time on pushing over to the couch. you straddle his waist taking off the shirt that he wore along with your own before placing a heated kiss to his lips. his hands found themselves on your ass giving it light squeezes. pulling away, you reach up and undo your bra taking it off and throwing it somewhere. “damn..” he breathes out. you lean in sucking lightly on his neck, grazing your teeth over his pulse. he makes a low groan pulling you plush against him. you reach behind you for his hands as you whisper in his ear, “because you teased me at the restaurant, now you suffer babe.” you look him in the eyes. “no sex for three weeks.” you pecked his lips getting off his lap, picking up your clothes and walking away.

for the next week, Kuroo was losing his mind. he craved for you, all of you. he wanted to touch you, make love with you, show you who you belong to and that you were only his. and with your personality, you weren’t making it any easier. it killed him everytime you’d walk by and tease him by swaying your hips or make suggestive remarks. he was about to risk it all. as the last day of his punishment came to an end, once he got home from work he took a shower and immediately went to the bedroom to see you. although you were sleeping, that didn’t stop him. he would kiss up and down your body leaving love bites in his wake as well until you woke up. “your up. i think it’s time for you punishment now, gorgeous.”

Daichi Sawamura

you and Daichi were invite to a party that was being held by a close friend

at the party many games and drinks were being done

you’ve done everything from taking a shot to body shots with Daichi

to close down the night, the last game you played was beer pingpong

it was you against Daichi , and to make it more interesting you made a bet

“if i win this, i have something in mind for you.” you smirked picking up your last ball. Daichi smiles and crossed his arm, “what if you don’t?” “then i do whatever you want baby.” you say as you spoke a seductive tone towards your boyfriend.

aiming for the last cup on Daichi’s sides, you threw a ping pong ball. it bounced off the table into the cup. you wooed as everybody clapped and cheered. walking over to opposite side of the table where Daichi was, you wrapped your arms around his neck placed a light kiss to his lips. “prepare yourself baby,” you leaned in to whisper “no sex for three weeks.” you could have sworn that you could feel Daichi’s body tense up. you just smile before walking away from him.

as days went by, everything was fine. Daichi was really just chillin’, he wasn’t really fazed by it. he didn’t really care much for sex but there were times were he wanted to just pick you up and go to the bedroom. he had to keep his composure. after the second week, that’s when he started to yearn for you. he wouldn’t say anything to you but you could tell. so you teased him. in any possible way that you could think of. on the final day of this bet, Daichi seemed calm, chill if you would say. once night hits, he goes absolutely feral. he wants what’s his and he’s gonna have it. he will take care of you. “are you ready bambi?”

Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa having a flirtatious personality wasn’t a problem for you

BUT!

if it wasn’t direct towards you , you were ready to fight

at one of his volleyball games a group of girls came up to him saying how hot he was and how they would love to take him on a date

this of course got you a bit upset but you know your boyfriend wouldn’t do that to you

oh boy were you wrong

he had the audacity to flirt back and say “i would love to go on a date” and wink at them

you immediately walked over to them and dragged oikawa by his ear away from the girls

“are you dumb?” you questioned Oikawa. he was kinda taken back from the way you said it. he clutched his chest and looked at you with a supposed hurt expression. “well that isn’t a very nice way to talk to your boyfriend.” was this boy for real? you could almost fuck the boy up right now. “nice my ass.” you rolled your eyes and kissed your teeth. he chuckled. “your very funny y/n-chan and that’s why i love you.” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you onto his lap. “you are fucking amazing lil cutie.” he leaned in and attempted to kiss you but before he could you put your hands to his lips. “nope,” you started. “since you wanna be flirting, you could go talk to wanna your hoes. cause i ain’t with it.” you got off his lap. “oh and before i forget, no sex for you for three weeks.” you say as you walk away somewhere in the house

Oikawa had no idea what to do. this was the first time that you’ve ever put him on punishment, well let’s real here, there has been a couple of times that you punished him before, but never like this. it’s never been this extreme. this was driving him mad. honestly, he has just been a horny bastard the entire time and he just could not keep his hands to himself. slapping your ass, kissing your neck, anything to get you to give in and let him have his way with you. but your not that easy. as the last day of punishment rolls around, he doesn’t wait. he can’t wait. immediately, your woken from your sleep by the feeling of someone kissing on your inner thighs. when you look down your greeted by dark brown eyes looking up at you. “now, now, i’ve been waiting, if not very patiently. so i believe that i earned myself a reward. so come here, you lil cutie.”

[dokifluffs]

Accidentally Hitting Them in the Balls | Hinata, Kuroo

Pairirngs: Hinata X Reader (gender neutral), and Kuroo X Reader (gender neutral) ft. Nekoma

Genre: hopefully funny, crack? 

Author’s Note: *posts that im taking a break from posting... One day later: here i am. Inspired by Unus Annus: Nutball momento mori, friends

Accidentally Hitting Them in the Balls | Bokuto, Oikawa

Hinata: 

The two of you were sat on his bed, lazing away, watching one piece

Hinata sat up with his back leaned back on the wall while you laid on your side, your head and most of your torso over his lap on his pillow

He rest his hand on your side while the two of you were amazed with the new episode

As the episode came to an end, the two of you talked about the episode and the entirety of the entire one piece world, how crazy about how long it was going

The conversation went from the talk of anime to food to volleyball and so many more, the possibilities were always endless

Hinata readjusted his seating, leaning forward, accidentally pressing your side

You let out a loud yelp, squirming harshly, laughing

“Oooh, Y/N are you… ticklish??” He seized your sides, tickling your rapidly as you burst into a fit of laughter and giggles

You tried to push him off, your body spastically turning side to side in his lap, trying to take a hold of his wrists

“S-Shoyo, s-stop,” you wheezed only making Hinata beam even brighter

You turned harshly toward him, your arms bent

You heard a loud yell from Hinata and his tickling ceased

“W-what happened?” You sat up and wiped away the tears that gathered, catching your breath from all the laughter

“I can’t have kids,” he peeped, his voice significantly higher than before as you broke into laughter again

“I’m so sorry,” you laughed, the sound of your voice fading into nothing, just clicking noises as you laughed, barely breathing

“But that’s what you get for tickling me,” you poked, the burn of guilt going through your body seeing him look up at you with a pout

“Zoro wouldn’t struggle like this,” you puffed, purposely bringing up his favorite one piece character

“Eye-“ he coughed

“Leave me to die, then, tell Natsu… I love her…”

“And me?” You asked, tilting your head as he laid on his stomach, half his face pressed into his bed

He dramatically choked on his air and then let out a dying breath, not giving you a response

“Hey!” You chopped his back, giving him ptsd since you chopped him right where Kageyama would kick him

“Gah-“  

Kuroo: 

The sound of the various meats and kabobs grilled by the managers parents and coaches were covered by the sound of the electric air pump pumping up the bubble battle balls

Giant inflatable bubbles where your body would slip into the little tube opening so others wearing the bubble could bump into each other

But tonight, in celebration of the season ending, these were bought for the whole team and extras to play some fun games

The parents and families of the nekoma pitched in, buying various meats and foods for a grand feast for everyone to enjoy themselves

“Alright, in ya go.” Kuroo laughed as he shoved the ball over your body, pushing you right over and rolling down the hill to the field

Lev and Yaku were already bouncing along with others in the inflatables, bumping into each other, a few curses yelled to Lev as the taller one purposefully bumped into him, knocking the libero over

But his revenge was soon avenged by you as you rolled into him, knocking him over from behind like a bowling ball

In a short time, everyone, including you, were standing on the field to play what Kenma suggested called “last one standing” with the goal being for a single player to be the last one standing

Even though he didn’t play himself

You were absolutely not going to get in the way of all the guys of the team and stood to the side, avoiding everyone, especially kuroo

He was like a mad man, determined to win

The team went down by their captain’s great force, laughter erupting into the golden sky of the sun setting beyond the trees

Over time, you somehow even managed to be the last one with Kuroo but he purposefully done this to actually give you a chance

The others watched from the sides, some still in their bubbles, laughing about what had happened

Lev traumatized by being tackles by both yaku and kuroo at the same time, sending him almost toppling out of his own bubble

You just stood there in the clear bubble, trying to doge kuroo and his numerous attempts to knock you down

You ran around on the field, trying to get away but made the mistake of turning around to find him already charging toward you

He jumped into the air, bumping into your ball, sending you to the ground protected by the bubble

You slid out of it laughing but somehow found Kuroo on the ground in his tube, his legs curled as he howled in his bubble as everyone else was on the ground on the side, laughing their asses off, gasping for air and wiping their tears away

“Tetsu, what happened?” You laughed, pushing the tube off of him

“You kicked me right in my balls,” he breathed, his voice barely audible

He turned onto his face, groaning loudly at the pain he was in, tears falling from his eyes and his face all red

He won the game, but at what cost

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[justmaybee]

Feather Sensitive

Summary: Oh, Yamaguchi’s really done it this time. He should just keep his mouth shut from now on. Unfortunately, that’s the exact opposite of what Hinata wants.

A/N: Y’ello! Another off-brand one, but hopefully a fandom peeps recognize. I haven’t seen Haikyuu in a lil, but I love Yamigoops and this has been 90% done for forever so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Based entirely off the second headcanon here, by @ticklishnonsense — absolutely loved it and you can tell cuz I wrote this ages ago for no other reason than having it written down for myself~

A big thank you to OP for letting me use her work as inspiration!!

———

This was a mistake. This was a mistake. This was a mistake.

Yamaguchi can’t will his mind into more elaborate thought, because it’s all just suddenly sunken in.

Hinata’s weight, heavy but not uncomfortable, resting snug on his hips. The loose tank top, just slightly too big on him, stolen out of Kageyama’s stuff at some point during one sleepover or another. And that ridiculously giant feather Hinata’s got poised between his fingers, like it’s a quill and Yamaguchi is a trembling, twitchy sheet of parchment about to be marked up.

When had he told Hinata? Why had he told Hinata?

Tsukki had figured it out, years and years ago; during one of their many one-sided tickle fights, Yamaguchi thinks. It’s been used against him for as long as he can remember, stray fluff from down pillows and blankets brushed over his neck or feet to pull a sudden and squeaky laugh. He’s never, ever told Tsukki just how much it really tickled though, and Tsukki never asked.

So why did he have to go and mention this to a person just as skilled and merciless in tickling people—often Yamaguchi people—into boneless puddles of teary, hysterical laughter?

It’s got to be Hinata’s charm. If Tsukishima has his cold, borderline apathetic, poise to lay base for his killer teasing method, then Hinata’s strength comes in his natural curiosity. Wide eyes, a light voice, and an openness that makes Yamaguchi feel like he can talk to him.

This, apparently, is not the case in a topic involving feathers. Because Yamaguchi will apparently lose all sense of self-preservation and voice his thoughts on how unbearably sensitive he is to a thing most people will flinch at and brush away like nothing.

But of course, it’s too late for him to realize his mistake now. It wasn’t until Hinata came barreling down the hall, shopping bag in hand, to tackle Yamaguchi to the living room carpet that things started rolling into motion.

Now Hinata’s got Yamaguchi pinned, arms under his knees and a big, big smile stretched over his face. It’s so genuine and excited that Yamaguchi finds himself getting a little lost in it, at least until the feather comes back into focus.

“I mean come on, Yamaguchi.” Hinata holds the quill of the feather and traces the soft end up his own arm, dusting it over his collarbone and getting just a hint of a twitch out of his lips before twirling it between his fingers. “I almost think that you’re lying to me.”

But his face must convince Hinata otherwise, because he doesn’t look like he thinks it’s a lie. The tracing of the feather, even along Hinata’s skin has Yamaguchi twitching, breathing funny. Goosebumps rise along his arms, and Hinata is so riled up with energy—so ready to take Yamaguchi apart—that it’s practically impossible for the brunette to even try and stop the wobbly smile making its way onto his face.

Hinata is the one to burst the bubble of anticipation building slowly in Yamaguchi’s gut. He laughs, a delighted little sound, commenting on the cute pink of Yamaguchi’s blush before he goes in for the kill. And Yamaguchi has never been that great at holding back his reactions, especially when he’s already a tense and flustered mess untouched, so the result is pretty immediate.

The first giggle slips hesitantly out of his throat but clears the way for many more as Hinata gently traces the base of his neck, skimming over his collarbones like even a feather could break them if used too harshly.

It’s a little timid, a little reserved, which is a major change of pace from Hinata’s usual quick and dirty way of fighting. He’s always had a ‘take no prisoners’ sort of approach to a tickle fight; either win outright or die trying, but the new method seems to slow him down a bit.

He’s thinking, watching. And luckily, for him and most certainly not Yamaguchi, the change seems to work really well with the soft touch of the feather. Pulling giggle after giggle from his victim and making him sputter at the attention when he realizes how closely he’s being observed.

The plume travels slowly up Yamaguchi’s neck, high enough that he’s able to jerk his head to block out either side as it passes. Unfortunately, that just causes Hinata to speed up the back and forth strokes, attempting to dodge Yamaguchi’s blocks. And it’s effective and so much more ticklish, Yamaguchi chokes on his sudden snort and tosses his head back on impulse, laughter getting louder and more desperate as Hinata takes advantage of the newly exposed skin.

He keeps at it until Yamaguchi feels light-headed, a little delirious with his laughter completely unchecked. The feather strays to flick up over his ear, and the whimpering laugh that comes out keeps Hinata there until Yamaguchi’s shoulder is twitching spastically of its own accord, desperately trying to stop the light, constant brush over his sensitive skin.

He gets a break—thank God—after a few minutes of this. Being dubbed most ticklish in the house (after many, many tests) has left him with pretty high stamina. But somehow a few minutes of Hinata and a feather has him panting for breath like he’d just finished a hundred laps around the gym.

Yamaguchi is so caught up in catching his breath (and trying to calm that tic in his shoulder) that he doesn’t really think about how breaks aren’t much of Hinata’s style either.

His floaty mind comes to bite him when he feels two soft points of contact touch down on his wrists.

His arms jolt on instinct. His elbows move a smidge in either direction but stick firm to the ground. Hinata’s smile takes on a wicked gleam and...oh boy.

If Yamaguchi gets out of this alive, the others will have some real competition for scariest tickler.

The feathers sweep back and forth, back and forth over his arms. They start at the wrist, and would almost feel nice if not for the impending sense of doom that has blood rushing through Yamaguchi’s ears right now.

The swaying movement drifts up, painfully slow. He doesn’t even think it tickles that much right now, but that doesn’t stop him from physically biting his lip to stop the snickers from making their way out.

It’s when the pair reach his inner elbow that first crack appears. Yamaguchi gasps and Hinata perks up, keeping the feathers there a moment longer, letting them sweep side to side a little faster.

From there the cracks spiderweb exponentially.

The gasp ends up turning into a snort. As Himata continues his path upward, it becomes a whine. And when he’s at the faint line where his skin darkens with a tan, from long summer days spent out in a t-shirt, he decides to flick the feathers in an alternating pattern over either arm.

It has Yamaguchi rocking back and forth in a way that he guesses might look kind of funny. Hinata starts laughing anyways. And of course, it’s enough to get Yamaguchi’s lips to loosen and let out the stream of bubbling giggles he’s been suppressing for far too long already.

His arms feel warm, almost as hot as his face, even though their air conditioning has been working pretty decently lately. There’s a faint tingly feeling still left where the feathers had once brushed his skin.

Everything already feels so sensitive, and Hinata isn’t even there yet.

There are butterflies having a—a mosh pit in his stomach right now. He can’t remember the last time he felt so wound up getting tickled. Then again, he can’t remember the last time Hinata put this much...care? Is that the right word for this situation? —into destroying him.

It makes Yamaguchi a little happy, for some reason.

And sometime about that moment seems to be the limit for Hinata’s concentration, because the change from gentle, teasing touches to his usual form of attack is both quick and excruciating.

The moment after, when Yamaguchi suddenly has two feathers sweeping fast little strokes under his arms, his brain completely short circuits.

What leaves his mouth can only be called a shriek and it’s quickly drowned out by the squeaky, panicked laughter that floods the room immediately.

His chest is jerking side to side in vain. There’s hair in his eyes and a little in his mouth from how violently he’s tossing his head around, but he can’t register a thing beyond the millions of wispy, light strands fluttering a fast track over and over and over the soft and sensitive skin beneath his restrained arms.

Hinata gets the bright idea to not try and jam the delicate things towards the floor anymore. He instead tries twirling them in a circular motion in the spaces underneath Yamaguchi’s arms.

Yamaguchi didn’t think his voice was high enough to screech like he used to, but ‘Hey, you learn something new everyday,’ he thinks, entirely delirious.

His back arches off the ground, head tossing back then pressing into his shoulder as if it’ll somehow smother his hysterical laughter.

It’s bright and desperate and so, so loud. Yamaguchi would typically only reach this point when someone’s feeling particularly ruthless with plenty of time to spare, but it could be hours since Hinata first got him pinned down; it sure feels like it.

There are weird little squeaks that pierce the air when he’s got the breath. His limbs are doing this constant squirm that’s got him feeling hot all over. His lashes feel wet and he knows it’s a matter of seconds before the tears start to fall.

But nothing is more prominent than the feeling of soft, soft, so very soft; and it tickles, it tickles, it really tickles.

———

When Yamaguchi’s brain finally starts rebuilding from the mush, hiccuping giggles making their way through his gasps for breath, he feels Hinata still sitting on top of him. Thankfully—mercifully—though, the feathers are nowhere to be seen, and his hands have been let free.

Seeing Hinata’s hand in his peripheral makes him flinch, but he just wipes at Yamaguchi’s cheek, brushing away the leftover moisture.

“I had to stop because you were starting to look like a strawberry,” Hinata grins. His skin is cool against Yamaguchi’s. He leans into the touch.

“So...was that awesome or what?” Hinata continues, voice energetic though he still rubs a soothing motion over Yamaguchi’s cheek.

Yamaguchi takes a second to reflect. On the dreamy tiredness seeping into his bones, the floaty high that fills up his head.

He nods, once or twice. Though from where Hinata’s sitting, it could just be Yamaguchi nuzzling into his hand. That’s fine. Yamaguchi could use the plausible deniability.

Once he’s been declared as officially ‘not a strawberry anymore,’ Hinata helps him up. He only stumbles a little bit, but of course Hinata has to poke fun.

“You know what that means?” Hinata throws out, arm linked with Yamaguchi’s as they make their way to a well-deserved seat on the couch.

Yamaguchi hums in response.

“We’ve gotta start building up your tolerance.”

Yamaguchi’s eyes widen, but he’s pushed onto the couch with a lap full of Hinata before he can say anything. He looks up at Yamaguchi all big eyes and a bigger smile. Yamaguchi swallows.

“We’re doing that again, soon.“

[noyasboxdye]

Anime characters as songs: Them in relationships

Notes: Sorry most of these songs are break up songs. But this was just a spur of the moment idea and I kind of liked how it turned out. If you want me to link the playlists I used to make this lmk.

Pairing: various x gn! reader

Stages: pining, dating, s/o's/in love, falling apart, holding on, breaking up, Acceptance, moving on.

WARNINGS: implied toxic relationships.

BNHA:

Momo Yayorozu: Anger: Bust your knee caps by Pomplamoose

Jirou Kyoka: Anger: transparent soul by WILLOW

Bakugou Katsuki: Pining: Line Without A Hook by Ricky Montgomery

Aizawa Shouta: Acceptance: Godspeed by Frank Ocean

Shinsou Hitoshi: Holding on: Star Shopping by Lil Peep

Mina Ashido: Acceptance: GONE GONE/THANK YOU by Tyler the Creator

Denki Kaminari: In love: Freaks by Surf Curse

Sero Hanta: Falling apart: Don't Believe by Vashti Bunyan

Todoroki Shouto: Breaking up: Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo

Kirishima Eijiro: Breaking up: Drivers License by Olivia Rodrigo

Izuku Midoriya: Breaking up: Deja Vu by Olivia Rodrigo

Fukudako Emi/Ms. joke: Breaking up: Remember me by UMI

AOT:

Sasha Braus: Sadness: ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? by Tyler the Creator

Eren Yeager: Pining & Dating: Juke Jam by Chance the Rapper (ft. Justin Beiber)

Jean Kirstein: In love: 3005 by Childish Gambino

Connie: Sadness: YKWIM by Yot Club

Reiner Braun: Breaking up: I Can't Handle Change by Roar

Levi Ackerman: Holding on: Me and My Husband by Mitski

Erwin Smith: Breaking up: Good 4 U by Olivia Rodrigo

Armin Arlet: Breaking up: Happier by Olivia Rodrigo

Hange Zoe: Acceptance: We find love by Daniel Caesar

Mikasa Ackerman: Dating: True colors by the weekend

Historia Reiss: Breaking up: Trust by brent faiyaz

Peick Finger: Acceptance: Won't live here by daniel caesar

Haikyuu:

Sugawara Koushi: In love: I'll never smile again by Frank Sinatra (ft. Tommy Dorsey Orchestra)

Tendou Satori: In love: Another Love by Tom Odell

Daichi Sawamura: In love: Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County

Suna Rintarou: Holding on: Bored by Billie Eilish

Aone Takanobu: In love: Love like you by Steven Universe & Rebecca Sugar

Tanaka Ryunosuke: Falling Apart: Complicated by Avril Lavigne

Ushijima Wakatoshi: Pining: Nobody by Mitski

Asahi Azumane: In love: Butterfly Repose by Zabawa

Nishinoya Yu: In love: Freaks by Surf Curse

Tsukishima Kei: Breaking up: Enough For you by Olivia Rodrigo

Oikawa Toru: Breaking up: Happier by Olivia Rodrigo

Kuroo Tetsuro: Breaking up: Jealousy Jealousy Olivia Rodrigo

Ukai Keishin: Breaking up: Session 32 by summer walker

Sk8 the Infinity:

Reki Kyan: Falling Apart: Tired by beabadoobee

Langa Hasegawa: Falling apart/Holding on: I Bet Losing Dogs by Mitski

Kaoru Sakurayashiki: Holding on: Worldstar Money (interlude) by Joji

Kojiro Nanjo: Falling apart: 1 step forward, 3 steps back by Olivia Rodrigo

Higa Hiromi: Pining: Match into water by Pierce the veil

[notepadsandtealeaves]

Asahi Azumane x GN!Reader in: Liar, Liar…

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↠ Prompt: “In my defense, I was left unsupervised.”

Cuddles with Asahi are what dreams are made of.

…under normal circumstances you’re more than happy to be his humanoid teddy bear—however, comma, these are most assuredly not normal circumstances.

↠ In which your darling lover is totally, very much not afraid at all—where’d you get such a silly idea??

↠ I had a lot of fun writing this one but I kinda wanna throw hands with Suga now lol.

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Cuddles with Asahi are what dreams are made of.

Long, toned arms always leave you feeling safe and secure, while the deep timbre of his voice lulls you into a state of syrupy relaxation as he hums to you or chatters on about his day. His hands are just as comforting when they find their way into your hair or underneath your shirt to rub soothing patterns into your skin. Over a decade’s worth of dedication to the sport that he still loves so well have left them deft, strong, and more than able to pull any and all tension from your muscles and reduce you into a puddle in a matter of minutes.

More often than not this tailored care leads to you knocking out in fairly short order—usually with your body stretched out over his, your face pillowed against his broad chest—but if he finds your literally falling asleep on him annoying he’s never shown it. In fact he’s more given to cooing at you whenever you wake up from your impromptu naps if only to see the cute faces you make whenever you’re feeling flustered.

Yeah, under normal circumstances you’re more than happy to be his humanoid teddy bear—however, comma, these are most assuredly not normal circumstances.

You know something’s up when you come home to find every light in your shared apartment flipped on and Asahi wearing a blanket like a hooded cape. There’s something mindless on the television—a program about fishing from what you can hear, an activity that he has absolutely no interest in—leading you to believe that he has the thing on solely for company, just a distraction to keep the sounds of the building settling into itself at bay.

Individually or even in pairs none of these things would raise flags, but together they create a triforce of anxiety. Add to that the string of texts you’ve been steadily receiving over the past few hours asking when you’d be getting back home, and it’s more than clear that he’s scared as hell.

This point is proven further when he screeches at the sound of the door clicking shut.

Faster than someone his size really should be able to move, he tosses the blanket before damn near tackling you into a bone crushing hug. It takes the better part of a minute to convince him to let you go long enough to at least lock the door and get your shoes off, though once you’re done he quickly scoops you back up.

Despite how damn obvious it is that he’s shook, he rebuffs your inquiries as to the why of it all with raised hands and rapidly spoken words.

“Oh no, I’m fine sweetie, I just missed you!” “Everything’s all good, I promise!” “Pssh! Nah, I’m not scared. What reason would I have to be scared inside of my own, extremely well-lit home?”

The forced laughter and wide, frantic quality of his gaze robs his words of what little credence they have—not that it hadn’t been abundantly clear from jump that he was spewing complete and utter bullshit, of course. Still, you’re too tired to pry it out of him, especially when you know that he’ll break on his own sooner or later. And so you go on to do your nightly routine. Having a six foot three, two hundred-plus pound man hanging off of you means that the process isn’t nearly as efficient as it could be, but you make do, even enjoy it a bit when he follows you into the shower.

Though now that he has you in some sort of weird WWE-equse, back bear hug thing you’re starting to review your stance.

The grip that he has on you is so tight that you’re convinced he’s trying to literally fuse the two of you together via osmosis or something. He’s scrunched himself down enough to bury his face between your shoulder blades, while his legs have come up to lock around your thighs. It’s almost like he’s doing a weirdly modified version of the child’s pose with your spine serving as his yoga mat. Thankfully it isn’t too uncomfortable, yet. It’s definitely not a position that either of you can sustain throughout the night, or in your case, the next five minutes.

When you shift in an attempt to get a bit more comfortable Asahi whines and pulls you back into him more fully, a thing that would’ve been a whole helluva lot cuter if he wasn’t on the verge of cutting off your circulation. When you tell him as much he mumbles out something that sounds suspiciously like “Leave me alone”, though he does loosen up his grip enough for you to turn so that you’re facing him.

The bedside lamp that he insisted on leaving on—“You know, so you don’t trip if you have to go to the bathroom or something!”—casts a soft golden hue over the whole of his face, and the resulting effect almost seems to leave his dusky irises glowing. Unfortunately this only serves to highlight the latent terror that flickers around just below their depths.

You arch a brow at him in a silent bid for him to tell you about whatever it is that has him so paranoid, but the only reply you get is a sheepish smile. You roll your eyes at his continued foolishness even as you scoot closer to press a kiss against pillow-soft lips. When you part some odd seconds later he does look a bit calmer, but he’s still not talking. This leaves you with the distinct impression that whatever has caused all this mess is probably silly and-or embarrassing for him, but–

“Come on bubs, you know I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” you remind him as you card your fingers though the loose wave of his hair.

For his part, Asahi preens under your care, his eyes fluttering close and his mouth parting around a drawn out sigh of contentment as he leans more fully into your touch. When he finally speaks a few moments later his voice is draggy with the sleep that he’s been forcibly keeping at bay all this time. “I, uhh… I may have watched something that I shouldn’t have.”

“And that would be…?”

“…Tucker and Dale versus Evil…”

You have to bite down on your laughter. That movie isn’t even scary, just dumb and kinda gory, but your man has never done well with the sight of blood. Still, that doesn’t explain why he was clinging to your back like a baby koala for the better part of the last hour, so you know there has to be more to it.

“And? What else?”

You drag your nails lightly over his scalp as you ask the question in hopes that it’ll relax him enough to loosen his tongue a bit more. Your plan works after a fashion, though his mumbled answer is too low and rushed for you to catch. When you ask him to repeat it he shudders a bit before wriggling down your body once more, only stopping once his face can rest against your tummy. That this has left him completely covered by layers of blankets should be more concerning to him; he can’t possibly be breathing comfortably under there, but he must think the illusion of added safety to be a fair trade off.

He wrap his arms around you again, heaving a sigh after several long seconds of contemplative finger tapping against your raised hip. The moist warmth of his breath passes through your thin night shirt easily to break against your skin, and soon after he’s nosing the material up and away so that he can press his cheek directly against you; the light scrape of his chin scruff leaves the muscles there contracting under the ticklish stimulation and you can almost swear that you can feel him smiling against you.

You allow him to cuddle into your stomach for a bit while you go back to playing with his hair, though when it gets to be too much stimulation you lift up the covers only to find that he’s already looking up at you with owlish eyes.

“It was that bad, huh?”

“It was The Haunting in Connecticut, so yeah.”

Yep, that’ll do it.

“Asa-baby,” you start, half sighing, half laughing the endearment, “why would you do that to yourself?”

“Well in my defense, I was left unsupervised,” he tells you, a huff of laughter punctuating the statement as he finally crawls out from his cocoon.

He lies down on the pillow next to you, and its limited width forces your heads so close together that your breaths become shared things, so close that all he really has to do to kiss you is purse his lips. When he pulls back he props himself up on one arm, with his free hand moving to tangle with yours.

“Or, well, Suga was there too, but…” He lets the amendment trail off as he watches the way his long fingers curl around yours in a practiced dance, though the scoff he lets out belies the softness in his gaze. “‘Fun boys night’ my ass. He’s banned from picking movies for, like, ever.”

Koshi fucking Sugawara. Why are you not surprised to find that he had something to do with all of this?

With that agent of chaos in the mix he probably—no, definitely—would have been better off alone.

“Eye Mole’s gonna get it next time I see him,” you tell, promise, your man. That he doesn’t even attempt to defend his friend as he usually would is testament to just how badly that damned movie scared him.

Oh yeah, you’re definitely gonna fuck up Suga’s day.

As you silently plot your revenge, Asahi pulls you back into his arms with a murmur of “Be my safety blanket?” and when asks so sweetly who are you to refuse?

He tucks your head in under his chin while his hands make their home against the warmth of your back underneath your shirt. He kneads at the muscles there, mumbling apologies for squeezing you so tightly earlier, and promising to make it up to you with an extra special breakfast in the morning. You don’t even bother with telling him that’s not necessary since you know he’s gonna do it regardless; instead you cuddle deeper into his warm as the long day you had finally takes its due.

Always as ever you find yourself drifting closer and closer to sleep as he continues to lull you with touch and words both. As your consciousness gives itself over to the realm of dreams you decide that revenge can wait for now—but not forever.

The following weekend…

Koshi accepts the bento from his lover with one of his signature smiles and as much of a gracious bow as he can manage while sitting. It’s a bit lighter than what he expects, but then again there are nearly half a dozen containers left in the basket.

This one probably just has some salad or something in it, he reasons as he watches them unpack the rest of the boxes and spread them out on the checkered blanket.

Honestly he had been surprised when the idea of a picnic was suggested as his partner was usually so adamantly against all the annoyances that came along with eating outdoors, but they’d insisted that it was only right that they get out and enjoy the day, especially since their respective jobs kept them both inside more often than not.

And now, sitting here under the balmy warmth of the early autumn sun with good food and even better company he finds himself sighing in contentment.

What an excellent day to be alive.

As he begins to release the box from the binding cloth he catches movement out of the corner of his eye; it’s only slightly odd to find a phone being pointed at him, but figuring his baby probably just wants to snap a picture or two for their Insta he puts on his most handsome of grins before continuing on in his task.

Said grin falters before widening into something comical under the force of his scream.

“Sn-snake! Snake-in-the-box, fuc-fuckin’ snake in the box, holy shit!!”

In his panic he attempts to fling the thing as far away from himself as possible, but he fumbles the toss and accidentally lobs the creature directly onto his lunch buddy instead. This leads to even more terror on his part until he realizes that they’re laughing and not sobbing like he initially thought.

“Wha-? Is… Is it not…?” He extends a singular finger and pokes at the snake only to find that– “It’s rubber.” The revelation is spoken in an impressively flat voice as he falls back onto his haunches.

They roll their eyes at that. “Well duh.”

“Babe, why?” he whines, stretching out the words as he pouts at the phone that’s still being pointed at him. “Is this some type of TikTok thing that I don’t know about yet?”

“Nah, bitch—it’s revenge.”

The voice that floats though the phone’s speaker is as vicious as it is amused, unsurprising given its owner and what he did to their boyfriend just last week.

Koshi breathes out his friend’s name before laughing a bit. “Well I can’t say I didn’t deserve it, buuut… This makes us even, yeah?”

“I don’t know. What do you think, Asa?”

He can practically hear the shrug in the former Ace’s voice as he says, “Eh, it’s a start.”

He nearly chokes at that. The Asahi that he once knew would never, but honestly? He’s glad his friend has finally grown a backbone (the continued and violent aversion to poorly timed jump scares and sketchy special effects notwithstanding).

Still, “What the hell man?? You used to be nicer.”

____ scoffs at that. “Whatever, you’ll live.”

“Probably,” Asahi tacks on before cutting the vid-call.

And it was at this moment—sitting in a space that didn’t quite feel as hospitable as it once did, with his friend’s parting word still echoing in his mind—that Koshi Sugawara knew he fucked up.

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2021 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

[demomonic-murmurs]

messy// kiyoko x reader [Haikyuu Server Collab]

Hello peeps! I am back on my Kiyoko bullshit this time being my first time participating in the haikyuu server collab! Its really awesome you should check it out!

It can be found here !

Prompt: "You woke me up at three in the morning for this?"

Warnings: None

Content: You convince Kiyoko to go to a run down McDonald's diner because you're craving nuggets. You also realize something

"You woke me up at 3 in the morning for this?"

"Listen I dunno how long the spicy chicken nuggets will be available. I have to take up every opportunity I can get. And that means going to McDonald's at 3 in the morning", you explained while gobbling away on your prized obsession (and for once you did not mean Kiyoko).

Kiyoko rolled her eyes and grabbed a napkin to wip away the sweet and sour sauce that was persistently hanging on the corner of your lips.

"Thanks mom", you said sarcastically.

"Certainly my dearest light in the darkest time", she replied and despite the obvious irony in her voice, your heart couldn't help it but flutter at the nickname.

"Come on can you imagine anything more romantic than sitting in a McDonald's at three in the morning wiping sauce off your girlfriends mouth? I can't think of a better way to spend your time."

"I can't either."

The lack of bite made you choke. Your eyes met hers briefly as you tried to blindly reach out for your drink and the shy expression she was wearing threw you into another coughing fit.

"You don't have to lie to protect my feelings dear, I know this isn't what we usually do." The words came out weak. Vulnerable.

"I do look like a mess", she hummed, "but", she continued, a lot more quiet than before, "...if its you... I... do not think I mind."

Pink was your favourite colour. You didn't like it too much when you were a child, deeming it as far too girly but seeing the way Kiyoko's cheeks were flushed in a brilliant shade of it sure did it put it above every other contemplation you had had when thinking about your favourite colour.

Black and gray were other contestants. The black tresses reminded you of every word you had written in black ink dedicated to her, affirmations of love on thin letter paper you had felt too vulnerable to ever give her, too scared of her meaning so much more to you than you did to her, the nagging voice in your head protesting and dismissing every syllable she returned. Her gray orbs were like a cold stormy winter morning, harsh but comforting, twinkling prettier than any snow in the sunlight could. Steady, reliable, calm, calculated. And so filled with affection she could've almost convinced you.

"What mess?", you asked breathlessly, lacking the playfulness you had wanted to included in that question.

"You pulled me out of bed, I was hardly able to get ready", she giggled quietly.

Quiet. Her hair was dishevled and there was still sleep in her eyes. The colours of her clothes clashed, something she put a lot of effort in to avoid (and you by extent). Despite her drinking a vanilla milkshake you had brought her for compensation, her breath still smelled a little.

"Shimizu Kiyoko I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life." It was more a statement than anything else, devoid of anything that could make her question the weight of your words.

The realization made you awestruck. It had been so clear the whole time but maybe you didn't allow it to be true for yourself, for her. You loved her. As much as you wished for it to not be the truth; how could someone like you love her.

You loved the way she brought you apple slices while you were working on a project. You loved the way she hummed whenever you told her something, a sign that even if she didn't understand your obsessions (she herself being your biggest one), she was listening, you had her undivided attention. You loved the way she drowned her fries in ketchup making them all soggy, always eating all of them first before moving onto the burger. The way she always first divided the laundry into different piles depending on the articles of clothing and then folded them or how she first put everything on the table and then set it because she complained she got dizzy when she constantly turned in your tiny kitchen. The way her body language gave you the knowledge whether she was listening to music or to a podcast indicated by either the swaying of her hips or the thoughtful pauses in between dishes. The way she put toothpaste on her toothbrush, always ensuring that it was exactly as long as the toothbrush itself, not to mention that for all the maturity Kiyoko radiated she only liked toothpaste that had a taste so you usually ended buying a berry flavor for her. You loved how her hand fit perfectly in yours, always soft and smooth from her constant usage of hand cream, you loved how her ring fingers curved ever so slightly and it was that thought that made you realize just how much prettier it would look like with a ring on it.

"Are you... proposing to me?", Kiyoko squeaked, her face gaining colour once more.

"Give me a moment I'm just processing this myself", you said slowly, staring at your greasy fingers covered in sauce.

You wanted to marry Shimizu Kiyoko. The realization hit you like a truck, your cheeks warming as well.

"Holy shit yeah I do. Like really really bad."

You looked up to meet Kiyoko's eyes. They were wide, her mouth agape but above all they held so much emotion that you weren't sure you could describe with any other word than love that made you choke. No one had ever stared at you like that. It had always only been Kiyoko.

"God I am so lame I'm sorry I am literally asking you to marry me at three in the morning in a shitty run down McDonald's with my fingers and mouth covered in crumbs and sauce this is so unromantic-", you rambled, panic settling into your stomach, she wouldn't say yes she couldn't, she shouldn't she should just-

"My answer is yes regardless", she said, her voice almost soundless but determined, "I love you."

Kiyoko had never been the vocal type, mostly keeping to herself. Words of affection were few, mostly preferring actions over words, but when she uttered the syllables they were true and meant honestly.

"I... wow holy shit this was the worst proposal ever. Please let me redo this. Something more romantic please I swear I can do better babe-", you whisper yelled and Kiyoko laughed, snorting cutely.

"How do you even get the realization right now? When I am like this?"

"Like what?"

"A mess."

"Considering I myself am a mess and find myself very much sexy and irresistible, the same is the case for you", you joked, a light feeling settling in your chest as her laughter amplified.

"But for real it's... the time were you are the most unabashedly yourself. Where you are just you without thinking you have to fulfill a role. You're just Shimizu Kiyoko and I think that's the most beautiful thing you could ever be."

Her laughter died down and she looked at you again with those eyes. A quiet appreciation for your words and you finally understand what else they told you; that she harbored the same feelings towards you.

Otherwise she wouldn't have agreed to your unromantic and ugly proposal at three in the morning in a run down McDonald's diner.

[constantlyunlightening]

Warm Ups

Day 16: Thigh Riding w/ Kenma Kozume

Warning/Other kinks: Auralism (moaning over a discord call)

I'M ONLY ON SEASON 2 OF HAIKYUU SO IF MY CHARACTERIZATION IS BAD, WE PRETEND THIS DOESN'T EXSIST.

Okay? Okay.

Disclaimer: 18+ years or older to read. All characters are 20+

You didn't miss the cat eyes that landed on you as your voice leaked from quivering lips for the first time since you had straddled his leg. Didn't miss the jerk of his upwards jerk of his shoulder - the only way he had to remind you of the headset he wore with the mic fully tugged out. Well, it was the only way he could motion to them without actually taking his hands off the controller he was balancing with between them. You knew he was on a chat - that's why you had been biting down so hard on the inside of your cheek while you drew your hips over the length of his thigh. You were all too aware of the dangers of making noise - anything that that microphone of his picked up would be broadcasted to every friend the blonde was playing with but it was hard to be quiet when you were in a bit of a rush here. Kenma had put you on a time limit.

You were well aware of your partner's attention to video games. You knew how important his tournaments or whatever was - how much he had a tendency to fixate on them when they came up. And you were fine with that. You liked seeing Kenma pumped up about things - whether it was a video game or volleyball or anything, really. You especially liked it when he was hyper-fixated on you - but unfortunately for you, today the video games won out his attention. It didn't matter that you had been clenching your thighs together all day or that your hormones were wreaking havoc on your thoughts. It didn't matter right now because he had a team that was counting on him.

It didn't even matter when you had come up to him while he was setting up, trying to convince him to skip a warm up in game for a warm up in real life - you were sure you could get him real hot if you could take him to bed for a few. You could go quick - you promised.

He had leveled you off with a simple "no." Blunt and easy. But it had made you whine. 

You weren't going to force him to but -ah- you were burning up all day. And you knew as soon as he got on that game, you weren't going to be the center of attention for hours. You half debated having a tantrum, but the more logical part of your brain - the part that knew how much of a gamer head your partner was - settled for tucking your head down in disappointment as you gave a tiny sigh of defeat. "Fine," you had murmured, chewing at your own lip. You had already begun to turn when you heard a grunt of Kenma.

"... You can sit here for warm ups at least. But then I really have to focus."

Your pouting must have gotten to him. It was a bit surprising considering how hyper focused the man could get but he had a special kind of interest in you. So even when he had an important match coming up…. He couldn't abandon you completely when you were acting like a kicked puppy. So when your eyes snapped back to him, one hand patting his thigh that he had stretched out to make a seat for you, you felt yourself ignite. It was a scramble, tossing off your bottoms and climbing over his leg, feeling the muscles there underneath your wet slit as he started up the game. Too satisfied with the time he was giving you, you weren't even bothered by how nonchalant he seemed to be as you started to rock against him, gripping onto his shoulder and the back of the chair.

"How long is the practice match?"

"Depends. Could be five minutes if we work fast," he stated simply as narrowed eyes dropped down to spot the wet mark you made on his pant leg before they flicked right back to the screen. You didn't have time to protest or ask for longer by the time he pulled up discord on his desktop. "So don't be mad if you don't go fast enough. And don't make noise."

 And with that he entered the call, leading up to your current situation, grinding your body onto his leg with the same urgency a wildfire claimed a forest - hungry for more, desperate for kindling to strengthen the flames. You had a tight enough bite on the inside of your cheek to squash most of the noises, but a longer drag with his clothes dragging against your clit had caused the beginnings of an outburst and with his mic on and thoughts on the game, he wasn't about to tell you to shut up. A quick glance and a reminder of what would happen if you did make a peep was enough. At least thats what he figured as he quickly left you too it, shouting to the discord call that the enemy was coming from the left. 

Sure, you didn't want the group to hear…. But getting off was paramount. Especially when you heard Kenma say something about the final stretch. You had to go faster, and your hips dragged down onto him, letting one hand clamp down over you mouth to further muffle any sounds as pleasure coiled inside of you. And when Kenma - in his own brand of urgency- bounced in his chair, leaning forward to get a better look of the screen, your own body felt the jolt right against your clit. You were so ready to see stars. And every time his muscles tightened, tensed, each time he would jump or shift in his seat, you took the opportunity to push yourself further to your ends. Kenma looked scrawny, but all the years of playing volley ball did build up some sort of definition in his thighs, and it was driving butterflies into your stomach now even as he ignored the way you pressed against him. Not even the tiny meals starting to sputter from your lips were getting his attention.

Closer, closer, closer.

Then his team won. And Kenma gave another bounce -poker face or not, he still showed excitement with the rest of his body. That bounce, that push up against your needy slit was the final stretch you needed to "win." You were too busy seeing stars, feeling the euphoria rushing through your veins to realize the sound that came of your lips this time was Kenma's name  and - while muffled by the hand you were crying into - it certainly wasn't contained by any stretch. It was a cry that made Kenma freeze like a cat splashed with water, thigh tensing underneath you as you fell into his side with a melted body. You didn't notice how wound up he had become. You didn't notice the way his pants had tented with you whine.  You didn't hear the outcry coming from his headset. 

"What was that?"

"Kenma, is that-"

You didn't notice Kenma start scrambling to throw his headphones off his head and away from you - not until you heard the thud of them landing on the floor and your eyes fluttered up to look at the source of the noise with a blissed out hum, before you peered back up to Kenma through dark lashes. "Why did you do that?" You questioned, only to notice the color painting his cheek, his hand covering his mouth to try and hide his visage. He wasn't usually so expressive, but you had been a bit too preoccupied with your tingling nerves to realize how loud you had been - you were a bit too satisfied to realize why he could be freaking out. 

Face hot, eye twitching, he almost looked frustrated. Because of you? It wasn't like it was the first time you had come undone for him and usually he could keep more neutral than this, but maybe it was from the peels of laughter and shots of his name coming from the padded headphones that had been chucked away.

He swivled in his chair and was quickly exiting from the discord, making you sleepy cock your head to the side. "Your game?' You questioned as his computer screen went dark with a few pushes of buttons. He was trying to regain his composure but as well as he could hide it in his face, he didn't have the same luck containing the way his blood was rushing between his legs after having listened to you cry out for him. He hadn't even done anything, yet you got out his name like a needy little thing. No shame in letting all of his friends hear either. 

There was no way he wasn't going to stay on the mic and let the group mess with him over it. 

Besides, he wasn't exactly in the mood to concentrate on gaming anymore. His fixation has shifted. And without an answer to his question, he was shoving you off his lap, only so he could stand up and drag you off to the bedroom instead. He didn't want to think about gaming anymore. He was suddenly much more interested in hearing that pretty little voice of yours.

[arhvste]

HCs for Matsukawa and Iwaizumi finding out that their s/o is good at playing the piano/guitar? 😃

rvdhdhsh this is a new request and i’m eating dinner rn but i saw matsukawa and i got ✨excited✨ i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, he is CRIMINALLY underrated and one of the first haikyuu boys i simped for properly

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MATSUKAWA AND IWAIZUMI FINDING OUT THEIR S/O IS GOOD AT PLAYING PIANO/GUITAR

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MATSUKAWA

matsukawa has finished practice and is on his way to drop by your house

he averts into the local convienience store to pick up some food for you both though

neither you or him are ever up for cooking actual meals

it always ends up with you guys just eating the ingredients and then being too lazy to weigh everything again

so he picks up some instant ramen and a few tubs of ice cream for you both

i know he’s a little shit to oikawa but mattsun is responsible i am NOT taking any criticism

so he has a spare key to your house

why?

because you’re too lazy to go downstairs and answer the door whenever he comes over

and he would complain you’d take too long

so anyways

he gets to your front door and lets himself in

“y/n! i’m here!”

no response

“y/n? where is your fatass at i got us food 😔✊🏽”

he drops his bags down on the kitchen counter and makes his way up to your room

your door is slightly open so he can hear noise

he peeps through the gap of your door and there you are playing guitar like a pro??

mattsun is like 🤨😳🤭

he didn’t know you could play guitar

he thinks it’s hot asf

literally in love with you all over again

he’s listening to you for longer than he realises

this boy is very tall and big and his weight will absolutely not be supported by the unclosed door when he leans on it

he crashes into your floor

you’re looking at him from above like 😐🙄

he’s smiling so fuknnn big

he’s so proud of you?? you can play guitar like that’s so cool???

“you never told me you could play”

“sorry didn’t realise there was a confirmation of musical talent requirement in order to date you 😌💅🏽✨”

he will defiantly watch you play

“serenade me babe”

you guys spend the night laughing and hyping each other up over your instant ramen as you take turns playing songs for each other

obviously yours are much better than matsukawas reckless strumming

he will ask you to teach him at some point though

“teach me how to play, i need a new personality trait, volleyball isnt enough 😩”

okay but imagine him playing guitar

that’s sexy 😼

all jokes aside you will eventually teach him how to play

and you best believe he’s inviting the other 3 third years on the team over to show off his new skills

saturday night becomes seranade saturday 😀

you guys make it a tradition to play guitar and laugh over shitty food every saturday

and matsukawa wouldn’t have it any other way

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IWAIZUMI

classes have started and iwaizumi is strolling through the halls

bad boy iwa-chan 😎

kidding

his teacher asked him to drop by one of the music classrooms to collect a box of files she’d left in there

and honestly i don’t blame her

i’d ask iwaizumi to carry heavy things for me if i were a teacher too

his arms? they were made for carrying heavy teaching supplies yuh 😋

he knows the first years are having music lessons right now so he does his best to not make a fuss when he enters the classroom

but you’re there

and you’re playing the piano like some sort of goddess

he is in awe

all the first years are too

you’ve got everyone’s attention

iwa is in shock

how do you look drop dead gorgeous when you play???

he wants to smother you right there

the first year boys do be checking u out doe 👀

that’s until iwa gives them: the look™️

your mans is so captivated by you playing he deadass forgets his whole purpose of even going to the classroom

when you stop all the first years are clapping

“l/n-san is one of our most talented third years and extremely familiar with the piano, don’t be shy to ask her any questions or for any assistance”

the music teacher is showing u tf off 😩😩

hypeman music teacher 😙

love that for you

iwa approaches you from behind and you give a small yelp when you feel his strong arms around your waist

“i didn’t know you could play like that baby”

“well now you do 😉”

iwa is desperate to hear you play more often

it relaxes him

and he likes watching you play

because not only do you look good doing it

you look like you’re in your element and there’s nothing iwaizumi loves more than watching you succeed in something you’re passionate about

he will absolutely brag to oikawa his s/o is basically a triple threat

play for this man when he’s stressed out please

it calms him right down and he lays his head on your shoulder as you play

he is MORE than happy to listen to you practice and be your ears when you need to rant about how you’re struggling to get the hang of a few pieces

basically iwa would cross hell and back to hear you play

he is even more in love with you if that’s even possible

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requests are open!!