#suga bicep

[poutyniall]

please have mercy

[zumicho]

mechanic iwa lives in my head thanks to you /pos

[dawnisatotalqueen]

in case yall were wondering abt my top 4 haikyuu men...

it's shoyo, kenma, suga, and noya. in no particular order !! bokuto very well might be #5 but im in love w the whole cast atp

[the-travelling-witch]

CUTE THINGS WITH HIM

summary: just some cute things they do in a relationship

pairings: atsumu :: osamu :: suna :: kita :: oikawa :: iwaizumi :: matsukawa:: semi :: akaashi :: kenma :: kuroo :: daichi :: suga :: sakusa :: komori :: futakuchi :: keishin x gn! reader (these characters just started adding themselves, i swear)

warnings: only my undying love for these characters

haikyuu masterlist || tokyo revengers version

Letting you stick your cold feet under his legs (with only minimal complaints) x Miya Atsumu

Atsumu is a whiny complainer at heart, so whenever you creep your frigid feet underneath his thighs while watching a movie, he’s doing exactly that: whine and complain. But he never pushes you away or moves his legs. Instead he drapes the blanket higher over you and tugs it in, his warm palms running up and down your calves caringly. He’s also bought you numerous pairs of fuzzy socks and cosy blankets, worrying aloud about your health and blood flow, especially in winter. Then again, it is a good excuse to pull you in closer and bundle you up in his comfy clothes, so who is he to complain, really?

Offering you his food x Miya Osamu

Osamu takes his food very seriously, still, he offers you the first bite without fail. You’re also his most important critic, always getting to taste test his creations, whether it’s for his shop or just for the two of you. He might roll his eyes playfully when you eye his food after saying you’re not hungry but he’ll still share. After all, seeing the content expression on your face as you chew your (or his) food is one of his favourite things.

Sending you stupid memes x Suna Rintarō

The fact that Suna has a near infinite amount of unflattering candids and other blackmail material of his friends on his phone is something you’re well aware of. So it shouldn’t be surprising either that he is digging up the most cursed reaction pics or posts to send them to you with nothing but ‘u’ following it. But, among all the weird stuff, he sends you cute animals cuddling and tags them with ‘us’. Every time you respond with ‘that could be us but you’re at practice’, his teammates come up to ask what he’s smiling about.

Buying flowers without occasion x Kita Shinsuke

Kita doesn’t believe in letting societally accepted commercial holidays dictate when he buys you flowers or chocolates or takes you out on a date. No, he prefers showing his love for you equally all year round. Oftentimes, that means you coming home to a bouquet of flowers or being told to keep your calendar clear for the weekend. To him, grand shows of affection once a year pale in comparison to a steady stream of adoration. After all, your relationship is built on the small acts of love you share each day.

Taking weird photos with his phone x Oikawa Tōru

There’s no room to argue that Oikawa and you trust each other blindly. Considering the circumstances of his career and the vigour of his adoring fans, you kinda have to. But Oikawa has always been very open and honest with you, even going so far as to outright tell you his phone’s passcode. And you use that knowledge wisely. No, not to go through his texts or social media. Instead you open his camera when he’s not around, taking a myriad of selfies or pictures of random objects near you for him to find later. After a night out with his highschool friends, Tōru might wake up to a pretty set of new wallpapers too.

“Helping” him work out x Iwaizumi Hajime

You’re not sure if you’re really all that helpful as you shuffle around your living room, handing Iwa water or a towel as he powers through his at home workout. Maybe ogling his biceps or the way his tank top clings to the defined pecs and abs underneath is what you contribute to this training session. Well, you’re good at that, anyway. But your time to shine comes as Iwa asks you to hold onto his legs as he does sit-ups, giving you an even better view. All your hard work is rewarded with the kiss he presses to your lips each time he leans up. 

“Is this guy bothering you” x Matsukawa Issei

Whenever you stub your toe on the edge of a drawer or bump your hip into the edge of a table, hissing at the shock and/or pain, Matsukawa is right beside you in seconds. Then, after assessing you’re not actually hurt, he turns towards the offending object with a glare. With his voice lowered by an octave or two, he’ll ask “Is this guy bothering you” before pretending to get ready for a fight with the big bad. It’s corny but you’d lie if you said it didn’t make you laugh.

Shared headphones and playlists x Semi Eita

Music is Semi’s passion, naturally he wants to share that part of his life with you. Not only does he play his own songs for you, he also shares his headphones with you, adding all the songs you like to your shared playlist. You’ve also started making recommendation playlists or playlists with songs that remind you of the other and swap them regularly. Driving with Semi is also the most fun, especially on late summer nights with the windows down, going nowhere in particular.

Understanding each other without words x Kozume Kenma

To outsiders, conversations between Kenma and you might seem a little court or even incomprehensible. He just happens to be the type that lets his actions speak rather than his words, unless he gets really fired up about something. Still, your communication seems to work perfectly - or maybe both of you just share a brain cell. Questions like “Have you seen my…” can just be left hanging like this as you’re already pointing out that his old Nekoma sweatpants are in the wash. But no conversations are clearer than the ones you can hold through eye contact alone. Sometimes rolling your eyes conveys more than a thousand words… or however that saying goes.

Letting you win x Kuroo Tetsurō

Despite his suit and tie career, Kuroo is still a playful guy at heart and he’s carrying that energy into your relationship. He also grew up around Kenma, so making a game out of ordinary stuff is normal to him. That said, even if he challenges you in a board or video game, he’ll let you win on purpose every now and then. Not enough to give himself away, but often enough to see your beaming grin. However, if it’s a physical contest like an arm wrestling match, he will let you win (or rather he won’t let you lose immediately) just to tease you over it. Aw c’mon, he knows you’re stronger than this, sweetheart.

Good morning/ good night texts x Sawamura Daichi

Daichi is a busy guy, often out of the house before you wake up or back in after you go to sleep. Depending on which shift he has to work and how your schedules line up, you might not see much of each other for some time. But that won’t stop him from being the sweetest partner, instead sending you good morning and good night texts as well as updates on his day/night, if he has the time. It’s something that came with the territory of not living together before, but the practice never really retired. Equally, it puts him in a good mood to see you update him on your day as well.

Bragging about you x Sugawara Kōshi

Suga is your number one fan, no doubt about it. Not only is he vocal about that to you but also everybody else, whether you’re there or not. Daichi and Asahi are kind of used to it already, but there is always some new unfortunate soul who gets to experience just how smitten he is with you. He never makes it uncomfortable but weaves his praise for you naturally into a conversation. And if it flusters you, that’s just all the better. Although, lately, the classes he’s teaching have picked up on it and are trying to stall for time by asking questions about you.

Writing notes x Sakusa Kiyoomi

This probably started out as something entirely practical. After moving in together, Sakusa just started labelling stuff, writing grocery shopping lists and sticking them to the fridge, especially on days where he left early for practice. By the time you pointed out he could just text you at any given time, he’d already gotten used to this little habit of his. But his messages had slowly turned from chore-related to reminding you to take care of yourself or informing you he prepped lunch for you to just telling you he loves you. The first time he wrote that last one, he blinked down at the note for a few moments before sticking it to the mug cabinet.

Midnight snack run x Komori Motoya

Obviously, Komori wishes his job wouldn’t pull him away from you as often as it does. Though that being said, it also makes coming home after an away game all that sweeter and he feels like the constant change of pace makes him cherish the moments you do get to spend together more than he already does. And he appreciates that you can indulge him, both in his lifestyle and whenever he gets a sudden burst of energy. So yeah, now you’re bundled up in one of his hoodies as you go on a late night snack run, your hand in his as you walk along the calm streets.

Remembering little things about you x Futakuchi Kenji

Futakuchi comes pre-installed with an attitude, no matter who you are to him, it’s his factory setting. And while he’s a lot softer on you as his partner, he’ll still give you a sarcastic quip or poke some fun at you when you complain about something to him. But he always listens carefully and commits it to memory. You offhandedly mentioned you’re running out of something? He adds it to his shopping list. You rant to him about a coworker who’s giving you trouble? Oh, he remembers everything you told him about that guy before (and he’s ready to drag him to hell and back if it makes you feel better). Whenever your birthday or an anniversary rolls around, he never has trouble picking out a gift for you; Kenji could list so many things you’re into or that you could have use for in your everyday life, it’s not even a challenge.

Getting into your hobbies x Ukai Keishin

Keishin has got to be one of the most supportive partners ever. Whatever you set your mind to or whichever hobby you dive into, he’s there to root for you. But he doesn’t stop there; he reads up on your interests, so he can actively participate in the conversation when you talk about them. Similarly, he also adapts to your lifestyle and tries to show up for you in all walks of life. You, on the other hand, also get involved in his life too; his parents were keen to meet you, considering they hounded Keishin to get married in his 20s already. He’d also be over the moon if you showed interest in his work as a coach and met the Karasuno Volleyball Club.

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[liillyliilly]

tape me up, please? sugawara koushi x reader content; taping suga up- aka pure fluff 970 words

It was like any other day as Kiyoko’s friend really, dropping off your bag in the library for book club and then going to check on her- making sure your plans to hang out at your house after her volleyball stuff and your meeting as vice president of the Karasuno Literary Society.

So you bounded over to the gym, swinging your arms happily from side to side with a hum. When you peeked your head in, Kiyoko grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into the gym entirely. Harsh, and unusual, but you accepted the nudge and entered into the sweaty palace of the volleyball idiots.

“I need you to do something really quick for me, gotta run and grab my notebook from my locker, just stand here and wait for Yachi to take over.” Kiyoko is holding her hands out as if to prevent you from running away, soothing you and emphasizing how soon she’d return.

You just nodded.

Once Kiyoko had evacuated, you waved at your contemporary Japanese literature teacher, Sensei Takeda. Takeda smiled, holding up a book that you had recommended to him, and you throw him a thumbs up in return. You two were always exchanging books, and he always made sure to give you books that actually challenged you- instead of giving you the regular course books, you were getting literature he had read during University. With appropriate assignments and preparation for your third year final exams of course.

The watch on the wall started to taunt you, and you thought you could probably just leave. But Yachi still hadn’t appeared. Someone else had appeared instead.

“Tape me up, please?”

Sugawara Koushi, with his bare chest and hands holding rolls of pink and blue athletic tape.

You could feel the heat settle within your ears, burning like when the sun got particularly bad during the summer heatwaves.

“You should probably wait until Kiyoko or Yachi gets here,” You bit down on your lip seeing him bring his tongue out to swipe at his bottom lip slightly, “Or better yet, have someone on the team help you!”

Your feigned enthusiasm for a different solution to his problem caused him to roll his eyes.

“Everyone else is busy, see? Asahi and Noya are busy stretching. The first years are still changing, and the rest of the team is finishing a quick running drill outside. Just tape me. I’ll guide you, so you do it just how I like it.”

He shoved the rolls of tape into your hands and you swallowed thickly, feeling the dense stretchy tape in your hands.

“Are you sure this is how you like it?” You try to catch his eye, but he’s still lifting the back of his hair up with his hand and tilting his head down- trying to avoid getting hair in the strips of hot pink tape you were attaching from near his nape to across the back of his shoulder blade.

“Yes. Definitely.”

You get another strip of blue tape this time, following his instructions. This would curve around his rotator cuff, from the top of his shoulder to his mid-bicep. One piece for the front section and one piece for the back section, creating a sort of oval around his shoulder.

The lack of Kiyoko and Yachi was still an anomaly to you, in the next ten minutes, you would definitely have to leave to get back to your own club instead of acting as some sort of interim manager for Karasuno’s pretty boy Sugawara.

“Okay, can you get my lower back too?”

“Hmm?!” The sound you make is muffled, but not unheard by Sugawara- who’s fumbling over his words trying to avoid embarrassment.

“Just like from my mid-torso to my hip to like, the, uh, start of my volleyball shorts.” He traces his hand where he can reach, trying to illustrate where he wants the tape. His hand ends up right at the back of his shorts, at the small of his back.

His ears are red, his cheeks are pink, and his neck is the same salmon color as the tape you had applied.

“How many slices of tape do I need?”

Soon, Sugawara’s all taped up, and you think his skin is more plastic bandage than actual human flesh at this point.

“All good now?” You ask, standing up from how you’d kneeled off to the side of him to get the tape around his torso.

“Really good, like 100% better than anyone else could’ve done.” He reaches out and touches the side of your arm, squishing you a little.

“Thanks. I really should be heading out now,” You jut a thumb in the direction of the entrance and Sugawara nods furiously.

Later in the day, after practice, when Sugawara is handing two drinks from the vending machine to Yachi and Kiyoko, Kageyama asks Daichi a question.

“Sugawara never wears that much tape for a practice match, and he never has problems with his hips, why does he have support there?” Kageyama downs the rest of his water bottle. 

Daichi wipes sweat off his forehead as he shakes his head with some astonishment.

“Suga just wanted a certain someone’s hands all over him.”

Hinata pops into the conversation, “Ah! Takeda-sensei’s student yeah? The really nice third year who tried to help us with our reading Kageyama.”

Kageyama nods in understanding. “So, he pretended to need to get overly taped so he could have them touch him?”

Daichi pats Kageyama on the back, “Bingo.”

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

not allowed xvii, m | jjk

pairing(s): est. poly relationship – yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: The date of Jeon Jungkook's mandatory military service is drawing close. There's a heart-to-heart... following by fucking all three holes. What? That harsh training is easier to endure when Jungkook has nice memories of his girlfriend's sweet, sweet ass.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; JK and reader only; relationship talk; all the feels and heart eyes; smut (fem reader, all the kisses, nipple play, fingering [pussy + ass], f and m-receiving oral + face fucking, slight edging, anal doggy, vaginal penetrative sex, mentions of m-masturbation, multiple orgasms); idol!BTS - Yoongi x reader x Jungkook; reader is JK’s noona; based on real time (before 2023.12.11) this is late but I can't not send off the bunbun :D

part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: your bf asked JK to fuck you, twice, and then on the regular. blue haired JK. 2021 YG birthday, ‘Butter’, wiyllt remix. new skill acquired, JK’s sheer pj punishment, 2021 JK birthday, during PTD in LA, 2022 HNY, 2022 YG birthday, PTD in LV, 2022 JK birthday; 2022 Christmas, before YG's service

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“Yoongi warned me.”

“Hm?”

He didn’t have much time left. But he made time for you. He had made your favorite food (crispy samgyeopsal, hehe), bought you a gift even though you didn’t want to accept them (ended up being Google Play gift cards, which you gladly accepted; however, they came with a stipulation – “you better buy all of my and SUGA-hyung’s in-game outfits with this”), and made you take off your shirt (???????) to yank one of his white Calvin Klein t-shirts over your head. You always refused physical items from him. After all, you didn’t date him for the money, plus you didn’t want anyone to notice that you had any lavish gifts. They would think you had a suga daddy or something.

Hehe.

“Noona, it’s a t-shirt. Most people can afford a Calvin Klein t-shirt. Why do you think I accepted the campaign?”

“So you could be shirtless for a reason?”

“Hey!”

“Hmm, all for ARMY, huh?”

“That includes you too, you know.”

You had grinned at Jeon Jungkook then and, just this once, you accepted his gifts. He had smiled back with those round cheeks, bright white teeth, sparkling eyes, and a newly bald head. It was a strange look to see him in, but he made it amusing, joking about it all night, not addressing the why even though you both knew the part of life that was yet to come. He puffed his chest, shirtless, and jokingly pumped up his muscles.

“You remind me of The Rock right now,” you quipped.

His head tilted in confusion. “Eh?”

You pulled up a photo of Dawyne Johnson. “I expect your biceps to be this big after eighteen months.”

“Woah! That’s impossible!”

“Just imagine ARMY’s faces when you show up at the first concert as buff as The Rock. Still bald,” you laughed good-naturedly, setting your phone down. “We gotta pick someone to People’s Elbow.”

“Seokjin-hyung would never agree.”

“You said it, not me.”

Jungkook was laughing with you. It slowly died out, your smile remaining, and he was smiling back. You had noticed this feeling all night. Something weighing on him even though he was trying to be as normal as possible. It suddenly occurred to you that you were in a unique position now. You always had to hide your true emotions about Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook, staying silent until you were behind closed doors and only in their presence. After all, who would understand the love between you and two men, let alone two of the most talented and most famous world-class superstars of BTS? You could confide in no one. But now, everyone knew the timeline of their service to their country. It would not be strange for you to say out loud, in public, that you missed them being around.

It was…

Comforting.

Just knowing that you could say it out loud and people would likely say, me too, even if no one really knew what you truly meant.

Those big brown eyes searched your face. You smiled softly at him and didn’t back away, letting him find what he needed. You knew Jungkook wanted to say something, but you didn’t press for it. He would tell you on his own time. He was always like that.

“Yoongi warned me.”

You paused. “Hm?”

He came closer and held your shoulders. You looked up, seeing the infinite sky and the endless universe in those eyes. The strangest adjustment for you was not the hair but the lack of piercings. They had remained constant (or as constant as Jungkook had allowed, heh) even when his hair changed. He had removed all of them now, leaving only earrings in his lower earlobe that he would have to eventually have to remove too. Still, it was the same person looking back at you. No matter how many years passed, no matter how much his appearance changed, the pureness of his emotions always shone through those big peepers.

The original Magic Shop was that big heart of his, after all.

He made wishes come true all the time.

“I’m not… good at speaking or anything…” Jungkook mumbled, chewing the left side of his lower lip, exposing that familiar and well-loved underlip mole. He always started off with that. You didn’t interrupt even though you wanted to tell him he was always super obvious to read. Especially to you. “I… I wished I spent more time with you.”

You stilled, not expecting that. “Well, you know I understand–”

Jungkook smiled and shook you a little, telling you to shut up. You only did because of the faint sadness in his expression. “That’s what Yoongi-hyung warned me about. That you would understand. That you would always understand, no matter what. But, still… I know, I spent a lot of this year working on my album and flying to places and trying new things and recording content I knew ARMY would like. I really wanted to prepare stuff everyone could enjoy while we were gone.”

You chuckled. “Am I not included in that? You just said so earlier.”

He stubbornly shook his head. “You are different, noona. There are not enough hours for all the time I want to spend with you.”

You waited for him to look back to you again. He looked apologetic. He had run out of time. There was no one more time. But he never needed to give you more. You had always been grateful for every second, every minute, every hour that he gave you.

“Any time with you is enough for me, Jungkook.”

He held you tight.

“But it’s not enough for me.”

He was holding onto your shoulders very firmly. You could tell he did not want to cry. You gave him a moment to breathe. He blinked hard and swallowed, letting out a heavy exhale, expansive eyes full of glistening stars.

“I know you’ll be fine, noona.”

He tiled his head down, leaning his forehead against yours, and there were no shadows of his hair, just soft warm light all around.

“I have saved thousands of photos,” you murmured, and he cracked a smile. “And I’ll definitely still see your face all over Korea. I won’t be able to escape you, I promise.”

He stared into your eyes.

“You’re the strongest person I know.”

You closed your eyes and breathed in, imprinting Jungkook’s clean scent into your memory.

“Even stronger than Yoongi,” he whispered, and you imprinted his voice into your memory too, even though you already had many of his words archived already.

“Don’t let him know you said that,” you whispered back. “He’ll get sulky.”

His breath trembled against your lips.

“But I won’t be fine knowing I should have done more.”

You reached up and wrapped your arms around him, hooking your hands behind his shoulders.

“There is no should here. And you are stronger than you know. You’ll be golden, my love.”

You used to only use that for Yoongi. You both mostly hated pet names. Somehow, my love snuck its way in there. It was never used lightly. There was weight to it. And now you used it for Jungkook, in the same tone, with the same softness. My love. Every time you felt him shiver and hold you tighter. Tilted his head to close the distance. You kissed him back, letting it linger, letting it take shape as a core memory. You let him be the one to break it. You let him take one of your hands and hold it up to his, palm to palm, fingertips touching.

He looked down at your joined touch for a moment.

At the same time, your fingers and his fingers curled forward and interlocked.

“Hyung and I are lucky to have you.”

“Dunno, sometimes my jokes aren’t smooth like butter.”

Jungkook squeezed your hand tighter, chuckling lightly. “You know what I mean, noona.”

“Do I?”

Then he surprised you.

“I’ve never heard you complain about your situation even though you had every reason and every chance to.”

He had noticed.

He really is growing up, huh?

“There’s nothing I need to complain about. I’m pretty lucky, I think,” you hummed.

“With adamant-almost-insufferable personality SUGA-hyung and very-difficult-to-handle Jungkookie?”

They were light-hearted words but the way he said it was not so. His tone indicated this was something spoken about between them. You didn’t mind it. In fact, you preferred it. Not only did they have complimentary personalities but they had someone who understood their unique situation well. But you also understood the apprehension. They had expressed it before.

“You two are my favorite challenges,” you chuckled, rubbing your nose against Jungkook’s. “Life is too boring without you.”

It had probably been a bad decision back then. After all, the agency was against Min Yoongi and you dating from the start, telling him repeatedly that romantic relationships were not allowed. But with youth and stubborn personalities came resilience. And becoming really good at lying to authority. Whoops. The agency both had to low-key accept what was going on and slowly relaxed over time. But life had other ideas to make your love life even more unconventional. And hectic.

(And loud. Jeon Jungkook was very loud.)

Of course, life was hard, but every life was. In fact, maybe challenge was the wrong word as it had possible negative connotations. The odd hours, the lost sleep, the sneaking around, the no-gifts rule, the creative dates behind closed doors – these things were a small price to pay in the light of the unbreakable connections you had between Yoongi and Jungkook.

Not one red line of fate, but two.

One silver.

One golden.

Jungkook held your face in his hands.

“ARMY is the reason I live, but you are the reason I know my heart is always safe.”

You tried not to wince and shifted your eyes from side to side. Eerily similar to a certain someone. Hard to tell if it was a habit that you picked up from Yoongi or one he had picked up from you. You could tell Jungkook was being sincere, but it was still a dramatic cheesy compliment that you weren’t used to accepting. He laughed and deliberately peppered theatrical smooches all over your face that you tried to squirm away from, successfully breaking away and starting a chase throughout his home where he would catch you and pick you up to yell that he loved you straight into your ear, followed by a kissing frenzy. You would temporarily lose hearing and wiggle away to start the cycle all over again, knowing full well that you couldn’t run faster than him. Maybe something to think about for the new year.

In those moments, everything was perfect.

In those moments, the world was only you and him.

In those moments, no one could break the wholeness between you and him.

No one but time.

You both tumbled into his bed, laughing, childish, holding onto each other. Somehow, your hand landed on his waist and his ended up in your hair, playing with it, and Jungkook asked you how you did it.

“Do what?” you teased with a smirk.

“I sometimes think about if I could love someone else, but I really can’t,” Jungkook frowned, running his fingertips over your temple. “I just get obsessed and can’t stop.”

“Oh, I know.”

Everyone knew that, keke.

“I got jealous of hyung, really,” he admitted. “Not only because he had you, but because it seemed to work so well. And then it turns out that you guys really are perfect.”

You rolled your eyes. “We’re not perfect–”

“It made me love you even more,” Jungkook continued, talking over you. “You pair with him so well. You pair with me well. You’ve always listened to me. Really paid attention. You know what I want before I say anything. You sometimes even know how I feel before I know. You know everything.”

“I definitely don’t know everything,” you scoffed. “Stop making stuff up.”

“And you never get mad at me.”

You shrugged. “The trick is to always be mad.”

“Hey!”

You grinned. Softened a bit when you saw his narrowed eyes and pout.

“Life’s too short to be mad at you.”

Jungkook’s expression changed at your words.

“When you’re young, you think you have all the time in the world, but that’s not true,” you sighed, remembering how it was. “Time is finite. Why waste it letting things pile up and be resentful? It is better to know yourself, to articulate how you feel, and to approach problems with confidence that you can solve them. There are things people can do and things people can’t. Even if… Even if things don’t work out tomorrow, I will have lived knowing I did what made me happy and knowing I did everything I could to make you happy.”

You squeezed his waist and exhaled softly.

“Maybe I can’t do that forever. But is that a reason to stop? I don’t think so. So what if people think it’s wrong? So what if people don’t believe in my heart? So what if they think it can’t be done? Wrongness is not as easy to define as people would like it to be. I only need you and Yoongi to believe in my heart for it to be true, and my toxic trait has always been that I think I can do anything, hah…”

A year and a half was a short time. And a long time, perhaps, but dedication and loyalty were always the foundation you built these precious feelings on. Maybe it wasn’t very romantic to rely on your stubbornness to stay in love, but it did help keep promises.

“You ask me, how do I do it?”

You had hesitated in the beginning not for your sake, but theirs. It was hard to live complicated. It was harder to love in a complicated way. It was impossible made possible through sheer determination, and maybe everything would become more impossible in the future, but it would be disingenuous to right now if you let those worries consume you, and it was important to you for your love to know that every moment with them was never taken for granted. As long as you made that promise, you would spare no expense.

The only way to do that was to, of course, live like that.

“I love you because I want to, with everything I have. And I will never make a promise I don’t intend to keep.”

Jungkook stared at you with awe.

“You’re so cool, noona.”

You half-smiled. Not denying it. “Can you tell Yoongi that so he stops disagreeing with me?”

He grinned mischievously. “He actually thinks you’re really cool too, but he didn’t want me to tell you that.”

“That punk–”

Words fell away. You wouldn’t say the conversation was surprising, but you hadn’t expected that level of depth. You appreciated it. Maybe it had been Yoongi’s idea, but it had been up to Jungkook to vocalize it. You understood that it meant a lot to him who thought he wasn’t elegant in his communication. He didn’t have to worry though. You could feel his sincerity in other ways. In the way he looked at you, turning to lift himself over your body, fitting his hand over your wrist above your head. You shifted to be on your back, looking back with a playful smile. In the way he leaned in and kissed you. In the way his free hand grazed the hem of the t-shirt and slid over your skin.

He showed rather than told.

So show me.

You felt him whimper into the kiss as your tongue slid against his. Felt the shiver of desire as his thumb grazed over your nipple and his fingers close in around your breast. You smiled against his lips. Nothing had changed since the first time. Jungkook still touched you with the same earnestness, the same unflinching lust, pushing away your clothes with the same frustration, as if they personally offended him by existing. But he was different too, savoring the moment, letting his hot exhale wash over you, kissing down your neck in the way you liked, sliding his arms under you so he could dig his short nails into your back and make your spine arc and your chest press against his, his teeth biting into the curve of your shoulder and sucking hard.

You gasped, gripping his shoulder tightly.

His forearms tensed against your back, kissing back up to your ear and biting down just under it, leaving his marks on your skin, your pulse thundering under his devouring lips.

Good thing winter called for turtlenecks and scarves.

You looked down at him when Jungkook scooted back and licked up the center of your torso, slow and dripping saliva, feeling the heat and wetness and possessiveness in the action, opening his eyes slowly as he lifted his head from your cleavage, those brown irises dark and heavy with desire.

“The baldness makes it feel like I’m sexing up a stranger,” you admitted with a snicker.

He glared. “Shuddup. I’m tryin’ to be sexy here.” His Busan satoori came out more when he was done with your bullshit.

“Keep trying. It’s fun,” you cheerfully remarked.

What?

It was fun to annoy him. It worked too, for his anxious need to make this a perfect moment dropped and was superseded by raw emotion and carnal need. He dropped his head and worked his mouth all over your breasts. Lips, tongue, teeth. Your breath caught in your throat, back arching, sparks over your skin, and his arms pulled out from under you. He gripped your thighs, curling his tongue around your hard nipples and making you moan from his mouth. Flaring his tongue over one, pushing it around, sucking, then moving to the other, sinking his fingers into your thighs, groaning as your hands encircled his head and pushed him closer, more, your head pressed to the soft pillows he always brought out when you stayed over.

Jungkook’s usual sleeping pillow was not optimal for fucking.

Facts were facts.

(You still didn’t understand how he was comfortable on that cylinder but he was one of the seven wonders of the world. The other six being the rest of BTS, of course.)

It was never about what, but how.

It was never about who he was, but about who he was with you.

He kissed up your collarbones, leaving your skin tingling with the strange sensation of missing lip rings. His fingers dipping inwards, your thumbs prickled by his short hair, and your eyes connected as his fingertips slipped under your panties, stroking your wet slit, shuddering as he felt your heat while basking in the heat of your gaze, stilling your inhale.

The moment settled into memory.

Burned.

He pushed two fingers inside you and your moans were cut off by his lips, roughly kissing you as your hips rose and your pussy locked around him, closing your eyes to turn low-lit reality into a continuous dream. One of your hands sliding down and into his pants, cupping your palm around his erection still constricted by his boxer briefs. Creating a rhythm, his fingers pushing in, your erratic breath making his, rubbing his hardness with each wave of pleasure, feeling the fervor build between bodies, layer by layer, the physicality becoming more intense with the depth of emotion, deeper, his cock throbbing under your touch, catching his tongue, feeling his saliva mix with yours and trickle down your throat.

Pleasure seeping into every fiber of your being.

“J… Jungkook…”

He ducked his head, your hand falling out of his pants, but your protest was cut off by the overwhelming ecstasy of his lips around your nipple once again, flicking it with his tongue, fucking you with more force, and your hips matched his pace, your head tipping back, throat exposed to the air, unafraid, moaning to the ceiling, close, closer, there.

Gasping sharply, and your walls clenched around his fingers, spasming, the heavy and sweet scent of sex bursting into the air, coating his fingers, sticking to your thighs, racing electricity up your stomach and into your lungs, the orgasm leaving you shockingly breathless.

Then your eyes rolled up into your head when Jungkook pushed himself down the bed, peeling your soaked panties down your legs, and he shoved his face between your legs, moaning hotly when his tongue met slick skin, your hands immediately gripping the sheets, your hips bucking into his face, ravenous for the sensation of circling tongue and soft lips, your eyelids fluttering as your swollen clit pulsed against wet muscle.

“F-Fuck…”

It wasn’t elegant but it felt fucking good. Your legs hooked around his shoulders and Jungkook lifted your lower body, his strong hands squeezing your ass, thumbs pressing in and spreading out your holes to give his greedy mouth more access while your thighs suffocated him, your palm pushing down on the crown of his head, shuddering as his tongue circled your trembling pussy.

He sucked up your cum.

Eyes opening and directly looking up at you.

You dug your fingertips into his head and fucked his face.

His eyes rolled back and he thrust his tongue into you, moaning again into your wet heat as you flexed around it, and then he shoved his thumb into your tight ass. Thankfully you had come prepared (and knowing him too well), so it didn’t surprise you, although you were a bit amused at his audacity. It was easy to forget about though, especially when his lips sealed around your clit, licking fervently. His thumb began to push in and out, in, out, his muffled groans vibrating through your core, fingering your ass while sucking your engorged clit. You would think he wouldn’t dare without checking with you first. Then again, he told you all the time to let him in your ass.

He was lucky you had foresight.

He was also right, though, because clearly you were letting him do whatever he wanted and enjoying it.

Hah.

You came again, hard, all the blood rushing to your head and gasping for air.

“Oh? It’s clean.”

“Yeah, something told me you’d try and go for the ass tonight,” you chuckled between pants, only to lose all breath once more as Jungkook planted his knee above your shoulder, mysteriously missing pants and underwear somehow (the spedy efficiency he was capable of when horny was remarkable), pushing down the dark red head of his stiff cock onto your open mouth, shifting his leg as you expertly adjusted your hair out of the way.

You raised an eyebrow at him but all Jungkook did was throw his head back and moan as your tongue wrapped around his girth, molding your mouth around him. His hips flicked forward, and you had the angle, swallowing him deep in your throat, deep enough for your lips to press against the base, his balls smacking into your chin. The tip of your tongue slid out and licked them. He groaned, low and erotic, slowly fucking your face, his pitch hiking as your tongue ran up to the thin skin under the head and down to his balls, smoothly not missing a beat as he dictated the pace. He didn’t touch your head, giving you the chance to move away if it was too much, but he didn’t have to worry. He was getting harder and thicker with this steady pace, his length twitching wildly between your lips, giving you all the control in the world, tilting your head to keep it at the perfect angle, curling your tongue to the underside of his cock to press it to the roof of your mouth and down your throat, anchoring yourself with your hands clutching his hard thighs, his girth stretching you out.

A desperate whine above you and he slowed, almost to full stop.

“N-No… w-wait…”

You calmly continued to move your head back and forth, leisurely, your lips pressed against the base of the head, licking around and around, flaring the slit with the tip of your tongue, his strong flavor invading your taste buds.

His hips nearly buckled and Jungkook cried out, tapping your upper arm hurriedly.

“I… I w-want to fuck your ass…”

Oh.

So that was why he wanted to be as hard as possible.

“You act like I’m gonna let you do anything you want,” you fake complained, choosing to roll onto your elbows after he backed up. Hey, you were going to picking the position here, even if you were succumbing to all his wants. Once again you guessed right. You looked back to see sweat glistening on Jungkook’s collarbones and his wide eyes honed in onto your perky round ass bouncing in the air, on your knees with your chest against the mattress. He carelessly dumped the hand towel back onto the nightstand and ripped open the condom, oblivious to you witnessing his hard dick bobbing up and down in the air as he climbed back onto the bed.

This guy was spacing out staring at your butt.

“Hey, I’m still here,” you joked.

“Uh huh,” was his distracted reply.

You turned back to face forward as his expression disappeared behind you, half-amused but not offended by his one-track mind. You figured he was busy carefully rolling down the condom until you felt his thumb once again press into your tight ring of muscle and heard him moan as he sank inside.

Um.

“Fuck, it’s so tight and so soft inside you…”

While you appreciated his complimenting observations, some warning would have been nice, but, then again, who cared about that, certainly not you as you gripped his sheets and survived on shallow breath and the repeated shallow fullness, in, out, in, out, this time using more force and stretching you out, acutely aware of Jungkook watching your body’s reaction in fascination, his rough pants deepening, hauling himself up.

Forget it.

You didn’t want any warning.

He pulled his thumb out and replaced it with his cock, bottoming out right away.

You clenched your jaw and felt your core tighten involuntarily, his wanton moan striking the air, somehow remembering not to move for a second despite you knowing that he desperately wanted to, his entire body trembling as he gripped your hips. There was a dull ache, of course. His fully hard cock was a lot bigger than a finger, but you knew what was about to happen, experience helping you relax, and then you snapped your ass into his crotch.

Which meant, fuck me.

Pussy dripping, ass full, face down into the sheets that smelled just like him, you pushing back as he thrust into you, any pain fading into a heady euphoric state that was inescapable, overwhelming, unforgettable, his grasp imprinted onto your skin, loud smacks melting into the air filled with your joined, unashamed moans, both giving pleasure as much as receiving it. Sensations piling on sensations, everything you wanted and more. Everything he wanted and more, fuck, I love your ass, probably because you didn’t have as much control over him as you did with your pussy, damn, maybe he was smarter than you thought, gasping as you dropped your torso lower to give his cock a more comfortable angle.

“N-Not fair, y-you can’t go low like that…”

You would have replied, oh yes I can, but you were face-first into his bed getting fucked in the ass, being pounded so hard that even your thighs were shaking, so you only focused on what little breathing you could do, although you did evilly snicker in between thin inhales.

You heard a disapproving huff behind you.

Oop, he heard you.

His grip on your hips tightened and you barely had time to gasp before he slammed into you, deliberate and rough and focusing on giving it to you as hard as he could without cumming too fast. You could tell because his noises were turning into stifled grunts, probably biting down on his lower lip, but then again there wasn’t much you could do to go against what you enjoyed most. Pure, intense fucking, digging the base of your palms into his mattress and throwing your head back, driven by his pace and the rapturous passion, your leaking pussy throbbing with need, filled up in other ways, pulse roaring in your ears and pushed to the brink of tension, deep inside, his name tumbling from your mouth, drawn-out and shaken, your core clenching, adrenaline striking to a feverish high.

Jungkook choked on your name, losing control faster than he could speak.

He came hard and with a tangible jerk that you could feel, even within you, and the thought and sensation sent you over the edge, burying your face into the pillows and letting out a wanton string of curses, powerful pulsations shuddering up your spine, so intense it was nearly an out-of-body experience, heart beating so hard and so fast that you felt like it was going to leap out of your throat.

Well, shit.

Maybe your age was catching up to you.

No time to worry about that though, because the most awkward sound came out of you after Jungkook pulled out with a shuddering gasp.

“Uh…”

“Damn, that’s hot.”

You shot him a look.

Jungkook was sweaty, panting, and pointedly stared back at you, brows furrowed and eyes big, very serious and twice as defiant. “What?! I don’t give a fuck. It means I fucked you so well your body can’t help it but make embarrassing noises.”

…

You were speechless.

Well, he was kind of right and also kind of wrong (gravity and displacement and other various scientific explanations), and strangely sweet for not making you feel bad about it, but also… what the fuck? How are you supposed to respond to that? You gawked at him, scooting to the edge of the bed, intending to leave as he peeled off the used condom and threw it in the trash, but then he blocked you and pushed you back down, unmoving hand on your stomach.

“Um…”

Your legs dangled off the edge of the bed.

“I didn’t say you could go,” Jungkook huffed, narrowing his eyes.

“Well, I wasn’t asking for permission–”

His hard dick smacked your thigh, smearing the remnants of lube and cum onto your skin.

“Hey!”

Then you realized he was holding up another condom in his free hand. Menacingly. Er, would be if he wasn’t so cute. You raised your eyebrows at his stern face, not intimidated in the slightest, but apparently Jungkook didn’t care.

“I want to feel all three of your holes before I go serve my country.”

You blinked slowly.

Was this guy for real?

“Ah, hmmm, I mean I would have let you even without that milestone – woah!”

Despite your (pretend) protests, you weren’t opposed to the back-to-back-to-back nature of each hole being used. Impressed, even, that he planned(?) this, willingly letting yourself be yanked to the edge of the bed with your legs open and propping yourself onto your elbows to watch him roll down the condom on his once-again hard cock. Driven by his insatiable horniness (relatable). You then looked back up to his face, trying not smirk at how sweaty he was.

Failing, obviously.

Jungkook lined up and then glanced at you, realizing your attention on him.

His gaze darkened, turning sly.

“Don’t look so smug, noona.”

“Who, me–?”

Then you choked on your words as he thrust into you with one swift stroke. Unlike your ass, Jungkook knew he didn’t have to wait with your pussy – you had already cum twice and truly loved the tightness that you gripped him with – so he lifted one of your legs and pressed it to his chest, snapping his hips into you over and over, looking down at you. Your body reacted accordingly, back arching, arms outstretched and clawing at the sheets, shallow breath, heatedly staring back at him.

There was a very brief power struggle in which both of you tried to silently assert dominance.

Brief because suddenly neither of you gave a shit. Too lost in the lust. Your other leg wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and Jungkook fell forward, catching himself with his right hand and still clutching your leg, fucking you harder. Locking eyes. The love in them so real that they glistened, and you held onto his arm tightly, your touch alone reminding him you were always with him, bodies moving in unison, breathless and sharing oxygen, the corner of your lips rising.

Jungkook smiled back.

It would have been chaste if he wasn’t ramming you into the edge of his bed.

His inhale caught and so did yours, realizing you must have shifted your hips slightly, making the angle suddenly perfect, right there, that depth he loved and that spot that scattered all your thoughts, trapping you and him in entangled limbs, chasing the tightness, the heat, the physical overtaking everything. So hard, so solid, his taste still lingering on your tongue, his lips gasping your name, your walls squeezing his length and drawing him in, closer, fuck, I love you, his sweat sticking to your thigh and calf, I love you too, o-oh, you feel so fucking good, and you lifted your body as much as you could to meet his and Jungkook pressed down, his heavy body burning with passion, wanting to feel more too.

You shuddered and your head tipped back.

He groaned, gravelly and hoarse, smacking his hips into your throbbing pussy, and you felt his orgasm after your own, maybe even stronger than before, his cock twitching in your constricting, flinching inner walls, strongly massaging him through his high, digging your nails into his tattooed forearm and hoping no one would notice the marks. Wave after uncontrollable wave, closing your eyes to savor it, inhaling his familiar scent mixed with sex and sweat.

The afterglow lingered.

Jungkook rested his forehead on your breasts, gasping for air.

You ran your fingers over his fuzzy head, breathing heavy and slowing back down to normal. Hm. Somewhat therapeutic, to be honest. You still preferred his longer hair but he pulled off the egg cut better than most. Probably because he had the cutest face ever.

“Your pussy is too good,” he mumbled.

“You lasted pretty long.”

“Not long enough,” he complained to your tits. “Let’s go again.”

“I really need to clean up. We can go again after.”

“Okay, then I’ll just follow you and jack off while you’re cleaning up.”

“That isn’t awkward at all.”

“Why would it be awkward? You look the best naked. My eyeballs and dick have to soak in every second of it.”

“… You do realize you have vacation days, right?”

But, of course, you let him do whatever he wanted, because he was Jeon Jungkook and you could never deny him. Ah, such is life. Hard, but apparently not as hard as his dick was for you.

“That’s really impressive.”

“What? You make me horny! I’m gonna go until I or he literally passes out from exhaustion.”

“Pardon?”

“You heard me, noona.”

Welp.

--

masterpost

[n3ptoonz]

Love your work babe!

Figured I send some ideas over!

Asking johnny to fuck you from behind for the first time, like being nervous and asking him to bend you over and take you how he wants!

puts on sunglasses and flashes smile thank you, thank you very much

'Suga Baby'

Pairing: SugarDaddy!Johnny Cage/F!Reader

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023)

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, mirror sex, creampie/breeding kink, use of "princess" "baby girl" "good girl" "doll" and "baby", scent kink if you squint, prob my first time ever using the word 'pussy' in a fic, reader a lil shy, COCKY JOHNNY CAGE, doggy style/backshots, the only "she" used here is in reference to reader's vag LMAOO, dirty talk, sorry for any typos or unedited indicators

shoutout @igotcaged for the sugar daddy idea 😝 thought i'd double it 😼

Word count: 1.4k

what i was envisioning while writing 🫦:

Finally, some down time with your favorite man ever: Johnny Cage. AKA your sugar daddy of 7 months now. Who would've thought your days as a waitress would be cut so short when one of your favorite actors dropped in after winning a few big awards? He did. It had been his mission ever since his divorce to make the hottest woman he could find his sugar baby. He fucking loved spoiling people, so why not include you?

Truth be told it was no bother that he would do what he wants for however long since you would still get a weekly allowance. Though...you did want to celebrate his latest self-directed film "Mortal Kombat", which by the way, smash hit, winning Movie of the Year with him. In the 7 months of living with him in his mansion, you two only ever got to be intimate like twice. He was always busy with production, meet and greets, script writing, and protecting Earthrealm. He barely had time to wink at himself and pose in the mirror!

So tonight he comes home, a little tipsy he'll admit, but aware enough since he's not drunk. He was about to start rambling about a myriad of things when he was stopped in his tracks by the beautiful sight of you leaning against the back of the couch in his Versace robe and the lingerie he bought you for your birthday--how convenient that it matched what he was wearing tonight at the awards. He could smell a bit of the perfume you liked to wear lingering around the living room mixing with the faint smell of his favorite cologne on the robe too.

It was...intoxicating.

"Somebody was eager for me to come home..." he teased, slowly walking up to you and wrapping his arms around you. "You never told me there was another after party."

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. Bringing up one of your hands you pulled his face closer so you could look him in the eyes. "Well, that would've ruined the surprise now wouldn't it?" you replied. Next thing you know you could feel him pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, palm over your ass and all. His sudden determination had you giggling and smiling.

He moved with vigor and intent to his massive bedroom in hopes you also were just as eager to fuck him like he was with you. The way your breasts sat to the way your thighs made the fabric of the garters stretch just a tad brought all together with that perfume...you'd think he was a starving lion released from its cage (no pun intended).

Your back gently hit the cool satin linens of his king sized bed. The mixing temperatures of that with his hot kisses all over your jaw already had your vision fuzzy. You gasped and bit your lip so you wouldn't be so loud as he just got started, but him realizing that only gassed him up more.

"Johnny..." you softly whined in his ear. Your nails were subconsciously dragging against his prized biceps as the thought had crept into your head. You wanted back shots. Though the nervousness started to appear since again, you've only gotten intimate twice, and both times were nearly rushed in a semi public setting for the fun of risk--and one of those times was you giving him some bomb ass head.

This time you needed him to bend you over and do with you what he wanted to. Especially now that you two have all the time in the world.

Johnny lifted his head to see the slight plea in your eyes, wondering what's going on behind those eyes. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap. "Don't be shy, princess, tell me what's on your mind." he said, dragging his surprisingly soft fingers gently up and down your torso and eventually gripping your ass--he's obsessed with how the fabric feels, especially with you wearing it.

His gaze from under you was making you even more nervous. You really didn't expect to be so close with him, let alone be sitting in his lap and telling him what you want. Besides money, of course.

"Do you think you could...fuck me from behind this time?" you said. You tried to mask most of your nerves by leaning down towards him, the bra part of your lingerie nearly giving out over his face, and grinding your hips down onto his growing if not full erection. "And no, the quickie at that party two weeks ago doesn't count. I want you to-"

--

"-'fuck you like I own you', was it? To bend you over in front of this mirror and watch your eyes roll back from how fuckin' hot you look taking all of me? Aw, you're so good for me, doll."

Johnny was no poser. For the most part, what you see is what you get. In this context, he has every right to channel this side of him. There you were on your hands and knees on the bed, barely being able to focus on how either of you look as he shamelessly watched your back arch so he could keep hitting that same angle that made you see stars.

You loudly moaned and bit your lip again. It was drawn out and matched his pace with every thrust that connected. He fell in love with the growing sound of your pussy getting louder with every pump. Your slick was running down your thighs the wetter you got and Johnny was just silently thanking the elder gods above only he got to see such a view. He was just getting turned on more by the second since he could also get a look at himself and you in the mirror.

"Shit, have I kept you waiting too long? I'm sorry, baby girl. I wish you would've told me she was begging for me." he said. The "she" in question being exactly what you thought it was. "Look at that...she was made for me." he continued. He gestured to the feeling of you clenching around him in response to his dirty talk. It really has felt like it's been too long, but he was surely making up for it.

"Harder...slower...please..." you groaned out. You so badly wanted to get the most out of this as much as you could. He let go of your hair and placed his hands on your hips, stilling his movements without pulling out. He leaned down next to your ear and said,

"Whatever you want, baby."

And from there, you could feel him in your stomach. He made sure to keep pulling back and pushing forward hit that spot he knew could get you to be more vocal. So far you were mostly just whines and soft moans of approval, but damn it he fucking loved how you sounded when you weren't able to contain yourself.

"I know, babe, I know it's big." he muttered, but loud enough for you to be able to make out his words. "But I know you can take it. Be a good- agh" he inhaled sharply in between sentences.  "-girl for me- ...yeah? Fuck..."

He silently cursed to himself as he could feel himself about to cum. You had such an effect on him already, but the tears and sweat making you shine had him ready to be a damn father. And honestly in this moment in time, he wouldn't even mind.

You buried your face into the mattress the closer you got to cumming. He could overhear you say you were about to even if your words were slurred and muffled. His grip around your hips got tighter as he picked up the pace again, begging you to let him cum inside. All you could get out was a loud muffled array of whines in agreement. You both needed this carnally, and he was in no opposition to it.

As he shot his thick warm seed against your walls, it didn't take long for it to start spilling out onto the back of your thighs. You came right after him and loudly moaned to your heart's content. Hands gripping the sheets and tears rolling freely down your face. It took him a bit before he stilled his moments because he couldn't stop getting turned on. Your muffled screams of pleasure were music to his ears.

He pulled out and watched it drip out of you and let me tell you, nobody has ever seen him grin wider in his life. You sat up as you tried to calmed down, watching yourself pant and tiredly smile in the mirror. He leaned down and kissed your neck a few times while wrapping his arms around your waist before muttering with a smirk,

"I hope it's a girl."

[9settersoul]

little things about the haikyuu boys that I love

characters: oikawa, akaashi, tsukishima, bokuto, hinata, kageyama, iwaizumi, kuroo, tanaka

warning: timeskip spoilers!!!

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oikawa tooru:

hums when he walks

hums or sings when doing ABSOLUTELY anything

skips when he walks

always posing for photos

always somehow blocks iwaizumi in photos

takes selfies and pictures of the sunset

stays up late to watch volleyball

takes his nephew to practices

when he found out he wasn't in monthly volleyball he laid on the ground and used a volleyball as a pillow

his mentions of his and iwaizumi's "unbreakable bond of trust"

his post timeskip current concern was: he is mistaken as a minor

when the crowd goes "OLE!!" when he serves

how he strategies and finds people's weaknesses

his "worthless pride"

how he carried out his dream and followed his idol to argentina

calls kageyama "tobio-chan"

most likely learned spanish to live in argentina

literally the most well-rounded character in the entire thing

HIS CHARACTER DEVEOPLEMET!!!

akaashi keiji:

fiddles with his fingers

constant analyzing and overthinking (he's so real)

only second-year who is a vice-captain

the smartest character (class 6!)

thick thighs

his witty humor

his patience with bokuto

is the captain of the team anxiety and depression (other members are yachi, asahi, and kiyru)

his eyes

very humble

his blunt personality

his ability to deal with bokuto in the most strategic way

he's so perfect...wow

tsukishima kei:

is popular with girls at school

works at a museum in timeskip

loves strawberry shortcake

fiddles with his fingers when he's nervous

his character development - from calling volleyball just a club and then finding his love for it then further pursuing it as a career

how sassy he is

standing with a hand on his hip

bokuto kouatro:

likes girls on the thicker side

his friendship with kuroo

is quite literally THICK

in timeskip, he doesn't know how to pay taxes

rewatches himself on tv

loves to show off

dropping down from being the top 3 aces to the top 5 was because of his simplemindedness and mood swings lol

his hair deflates when he's in emo mode

the name bokuto literally translates to horned owl

his long knee pads

his "disciple" hinata

BOKUTO BEAM!!

hinata shoyo:

timeskip; is considered one of the best receivers in Japan

his ability to make friends with anyone

when he talks for kageyama, knowing he's uncomfortable

his growth... his entire development wow

somehow creates a relationship with EVERY single setter he crosses paths with

ninja shoyo

his ability to flatter people

his homesickness in brazil... and then it went away when he saw oikawa

literally biked home UP A MOUNTAIN every day, wth

kageyama tobio:

literally the youngest first-year

he was 15 at the japan youth camp, turned 16 after that, and THEN went to nationals

takes care of his fingernails

has insane memory

prioritizes his nutrition

i firmly believe he learned everything from iwaizumi and oikawa

genuinely DISTURBED when atsumu called him a goody-two-shoes and I think that's so funny

is awkward with animals, cause he feels like they don't like him

literally been involved with volleyball since he was three

vice-captain when he's a third year

timeskip kageyama signs his name with a heart just like how suga said

verryyy respectful to his superiors

low key the heartthrob of karasuno but he's so oblivious

him embracing his title as the "king of the court"

iwaizumi hajime:

beats everyone in arm wrestles (massive biceps)

rolls his sleeves

loves godzilla

wears his school uniform messy

can play baseball

is a gemini

caught bugs as a kid

underrated king

definitely loyal and dependable

literally, the BEST friend to put your trust in! the way he slapped some sense into oikawa about how you always work as a team and never alone

is bad at taking pictures (mainly selfies) ---that one with ushijima...

was so proud when he showed oikawa the fish oikawa's named after

is NOT afraid to cry

the denial of his and oikawa's "unbreakable bond of trust"

kuroo testuro:

chemistry nerd

likes girls with long hair

likes the ocean

actually prefers dogs over cats

a genuinely kind person

his worry is he can't get rid of his bedhead - which happens because he sleeps on his stomach with two pillows pressing into his face

youngest of the third years on nekoma

his friendship with bokuto

his interactions with daichi

his support for tsuki and helping him grow into a great player

the way he stands always with his hand on his hip

he is INSANE at defense, not just blocking but digging too

how supportive he is of kenma and how he was the foundation for something kenma learned to love

i'm pretty sure it's canon that he lives with his grandma... so cute

TIMESKIPPPPPPP PLEASEE

tanaka ryuunosuke:

how supportive he is. LITERALLY A PILLAR OF SUPPORT GAH!!

canon - married kiyoko

his mental toughness

most underrated character ever oml

such a good upperclassman :)

hype man!!

overcomes his anxiety mid-game

his obsession and overall respect toward kiyoko

his relationship with noya

the beanie!!

him and asahi have played every single match with no rest

[snail-pot]

KuroDai Fic Recs: Pt. 1

Felt a little silly and went through my pile of bookmarked KuroDai fics and affectionately threw them up on this post. Enjoy!!

EDIT: Here's part 2!!

hitchhiker's guide to black hole sofas by breadlamps [Teen]

“Dear sofa gods,” he mutters out loud, giving up on maintaining any sense of sanity at this point. “Please give me my remote back.” Daichi loses his TV remote to his sofa and gains something much better in return.

don't think twice by kkuma [Gen]

Tired of Oikawa’s mocking, tired of Bokuto’s laughter, tired of Kenma’s eye rolls (that he can hear through the phone line), Kuroo decides that enough is enough. He is going to ask out Sawamura Daichi and he is going to do it today.

All According to Keikaku by Finnthebunneh [Gen]

Three rooms further down the hallway where the door wasn’t entirely shut and lying on his belly in the comfort of his bed, Kuroo heard the hushed whispers and giggles and wondered why he felt restless and bothered. Unconsciously, he wrapped an arm around himself and was suddenly reminded of Oikawa’s hand on Daichi’s biceps. Their bathroom was already cramped, was there any necessity to be that close to each other, both on that minuscule countertop, not to mention how Oikawa was practically pinning Daichi down and Daichi’s flushed face and legs almost hooked around Oikawa’s hips and— I don’t like that. Wait. What.

Daichi harbored a crush on Kuroo ever since high school, but no way he was going to ever confess to the guy now that they’re attending the same college. To Daichi’s horror, Kuroo’s roommate was the one and only Oikawa Tooru who found out about his crush. Luckily, it was a good thing Oikawa kept his mouth shut, but then his eyes were sharp and his mind bright, and to Kuroo’s surprise, Oikawa strangely started to flirt with Daichi who made the most unexpected adorable expressions and wow how Kuroo did not like that.

baby if being sexy was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged by breadlamps [Teen]

Daichi has been getting some...unusual requests during work - specifically for him, and specifically concerning his handcuffs. He's worried that he's being pranked, but Suga has a feeling that the perpetrators have a completely different meaning in mind...

Conflict Of Interests, But Not Really by lordmediator [Teen]

At the age of 17, you and your soulmate exchange bodies for a day. This is how Kuroo Tetsuro, heir to the Nekoma Yakuza Group, wakes up in the body of his soulmate, Sawamura Daichi, the son of the Commissioner of Police.

If I Could Change Your Mind by tookumade [Gen]

“I’m kind of excited to meet him,” Bokuto says, roughly an hour before Karasuno are scheduled to arrive. “He sounds interesting.” Kuroo raises an eyebrow at him. “I just told you that there’s not a lot about him that stands out—how is that interesting?” “You’ve told me a lot about how he apparently doesn’t stand out,” Bokuto replies easily. “You don’t usually talk about someone so much."

(Or, Sawamura Daichi shows up like a breath of fresh air, and Kuroo Tetsurou doesn't stand a chance.)

Overestimate My Appeal (I'll Give You a Kiss) by meetyouatthemoon [Teen]

On a team of guys who were all fairly tall and strong and attractive, there's no one that would win "Todai's most attractive volleyball player" by unanimous vote. Daichi knows that. But Kuroo's totally in their top three most attractive teammates—that's just a fact. And honestly, who wouldn't want to kiss him if given the opportunity? Right?

Deep Roots are not Reached by the Frost by Stacysmash [Teen]

“Why’d we stop?” Tanaka whispered, so loud it could have been his normal voice. The dwarf looked uneasy as he jerked his head around, his axe clutched tightly in his fingers. Suga turned and gave him a warning look. “Because we’re surrounded Tanaka. Lower your axe.” The humans and dwarves of the group seemed surprised by that, but the elves sensed their own nearby and the halflings had definitely been feeling uneasy. Daichi sighed, wondering how long they were just going to hover in the trees before revealing themselves when he heard a voice chuckle. It was irritating, like the prelude to an entire speech meant to pick on the ragtag group of travelers. Nonetheless a smile began to curl on Daichi’s lips, knowing exactly who was approaching them. “What do we have here?” The sly voice spoke in elvish, allowing only certain members of the party to understand. “Sawamura Daichi. Only you could put together such a hilarious group such as this.” Kurodai Week 2018: Day 4 Admiration/Bad Habits

pleasedatemesawamura.pptx by pepperfield [Gen]

Kuroo has a proposition for Daichi, and has decided to express it through the most legitimate means possible: PowerPoint.

and every thing i do, i do it all for you by breadlamps [Gen]

“Morning, Sa’amura,” Kuroo greets him with a lazy drawl. “Did you enjoy your milk? I hope you’ll be happy to hear I worked hard for it.” Daichi hums, not replying. He did not, in fact, drink the milk, but stared at it for a good hour until he told himself to get a grip and put it in his ice chest for safekeeping.

Daichi leads a simple life giving out quests to passing heroes. It's unrewarding and mundane, but he enjoys it - until he meets a hero who just won't stop coming back for more. kurodai week 2021 day 4: lost/found

caffeine, crisis, and the CFO by YaelaTheWordsmith [Gen]

Tetsurou nearly loses his laptop the morning of the biggest presentation of his career, and it turns out to be the best thing that's happened to him in a while.

This One's For You by Stacysmash [Teen]

All Daichi wants to do is confess to Kuroo, pure and simple. But what should be a simple act suddenly seems daunting when the entire world tells him that his confession needs to be a bit more special. Kurodai Week Dec 2019 Day 1: Song Inspiration

Love Beats Rock by Stacysmash [Teen]

It all began about ten years ago when a mysterious event occurred at the shrine, an event that Kuroo could hardly find any information on no matter how many documents or websites he scoured. Ever since that incident, anyone who traveled up the mountain ended up injured in some way. No one had been killed, yet the survivors were never able to explain how they ended up like that. Every strange clue Kuroo discovered pulled him deeper into the story, wafting through urban legends and public records to sort out the mystery. With his research leading him to a dead-end, he finally decided to go to the town himself to find out what was happening, and if the stone actually existed. Kurodai Week Day 3: Monsters and Mythical Creatures

The Blushing Game by Catastra_Fey [Teen]

The captain squad gets together occasionally, and when they do, they love playing a game with Daichi to get him all flustered. But the Nekoma captain is by far the most effective and there are reasons. These friends know a bit about each other, but tonight they are going to learn a lot more.

dance with me, in this twilight by YaelaTheWordsmith [Gen]

It's the last day of term, everyone is celebrating, and Tetsurou asks Sawamura Daichi to dance - in the air. It's very romantic and very pretty and he'd like you to please ignore the fact that he almost drops his crush in the middle of the air.

show me your love, your love by KahssanderCat [Gen]

tetsurou's mouth getting ahead of him is usually a problem. this, thankfully, isnt one of those times.

one touch by Recluse [Teen]

It is a promise from the universe that opportunity will come, that there is a hand you are meant to hold.

shear attraction by YaelaTheWordsmith [Gen]

What's a hair stylist to do when he's crushing hard on a hot new customer? Flirt badly and pine terribly, of course. Or, Tetsurou and Daichi compete in the Handsome Dumbass Olympics. They both win.

My Hero, My Lover, My King by Finnthebunneh [Teen]

A gush of wind harshly brushed Kuroo’s chin right when the crow flew past his face and in the next second, silence was replaced by screams and curses of a man as well as strong flapping of wings and incessant angry caws. Kuroo turned on his heels in confusion, eyes following the crow attacking the man he once chased out of the brothel by slapping his face with its wings, claws scratching at his cheeks and robust beak jabbing at his skin so mercifully it even tried to aim for the man’s eyes. Kuroo was too taken aback by the scene that he forgot to react, though it didn’t take long for the man to drop his kendo bamboo sword and hurriedly fled his way out of the alleyway. “Did you just... save me from being assaulted?”

When war broke out, Kuroo Tetsurou lost his home and ended up working at a brothel as a handyman and errand boy. Life went on peacefully until Kuroo's life was put on the line once again. Along the way, a crow curiously befriended him and brought laughter and smiles back into Kuroo's life. He wasn't aware of it yet, but the crow brought more than that.

i can be a little shellfish sometimes by inkyhajime [Teen]

In which Daichi makes a mistake and accidentally falls in love with someone he could never have. Or so he thought.

The Christmas Date Insufficiency by Poteto [Gen]

Getting closer to Tetsurou Kuroo makes Daichi feel lonely at Christmas for the first time.

how to get a boyfriend: a comprehensive guide by kuroo tetsurou by dinosar [Teen]

(5:01 pm) kuroo: yo (5:01 pm) kuroo: sup (5:07 pm) kuroo: sawamura pls answer im so bored (5:08 pm) kuroo: i hav nothing to do (5:10 pm) kuroo: actually tahts a lie i have hw but i dont wanna do it lol (5:10 pm) kuroo: *thats wow smh @ myself (5:21 pm) kuroo: ok forreal i have smth serious i wanna talk to u abt (5:21 pm) kuroo: its....important (5:22 pm) kuroo: and like?? its smth ive been meaning to say for a while but (5:22 pm) kuroo: i keep chickening out (5:22 pm) kuroo: but i dont wanna do that anymore (5:22 pm) kuroo: so like (5:22 pm) kuroo: w/e ill say it now even tho ur not answering me (5:26 pm) kuroo: ok shit wow i needed a few mins to think abt what to say (5:27 pm) kuroo: bc this is one thing that i RLY dont wanna fuck up (5:27 pm) kuroo: bc idk what id do with myself if i fucked this up (5:27 pm) kuroo: so here i go i guess

It's a Sweet Life by iampotterlocked242 [Gen]

Sawamura Daichi runs out of the essential ingredient for his big project. He seeks help from the rival bakery across the street, run by the charming Kuroo Tetsurou. Rival Bakeries AU.

Mocha Me Purr by x_Lazart_x [Gen]

Kuroo was in the middle of singing a guitar solo when a cough that sounded suspiciously like a laugh came from behind him. He never thought he'd fall head over heels so fast, but this customer was gorgeous. Now if only Daichi would co-operate.

Analytically Speaking by Spring_Emerald [Teen]

“Why analyze that, when you can analyze this?” Kuroo’s ears felt to hot at the implication of Daichi’s words, that it derailed his thought process for a moment. He hesitated and it almost cost him, as he can pinpoint the exact moment that Daichi realized what he’s doing, but, oh no. Kuroo wouldn’t let him off. “Shit…” he said under his breath. He considers the laboratory a sacred ground, but damn, he’s only human, and Daichi is a temptation he can never resist.

dissonance in stability by amaanogawa [Teen]

dis·so·nance /ˈdisənəns/ noun · a tension or clash resulting from the combination of two disharmonious or unsuitable elements. OR "It's absolutely ridiculous, really, two grown men lying on an elevator floor, chewing bubble gum side by side at 5 in the morning. Daichi would never have thought that he'd be here, doing something so unbelievable. And yet, here he was."

As You Wish by Stacysmash [Teen]

With the lamp hovering in front of his face, he could hear the crying better and though he had no clue what sort of creature was dwelling inside, his heart broke into thousands of pieces for it. He wasn’t sure how to comfort it, but he instinctually rubbed his hand across the warm metal, hoping to soothe the creature that way. Immediately the lamp glowed like the scalding hot metal in Kai’s forge, and yet it didn’t burn his hands. It was startling and Kenma nearly dropped it on the floor from his trembling fingers. Out of the spout, a greenish smoke erupted and swirled around him until all he could see was the mystical dark haze. Warning: This is a giant one-shot, like over 35K. Just so you know

We Are Both Young and Ignorant by RayRayTail [Teen]

"What. Do. You. Want?" It was strange, but Kuroo's heart was beating like crazy. He hated how much Sawamura got under his skin. He hated how much the other boy made him care. (Or alternatively, two guys who are actually gay for each other unknowingly partake in a mating ritual by continuously arguing with each other in public spaces.)

Paired Together by the D.A. by orphan_account [Gen]

Kuroo had three goals set for when he went to college. What he hadn't planned on was acquiring a big schoolboy crush on his roommate, Sawamura Daichi.

to build a home by orphan_account [Gen]

Five times Sawamura Daichi has Kuroo Tetsurou at his side, and one time he doesn't. (Day 3: childhood / adulthood)

thirty seconds or a lifetime by orphan_account [Gen]

Kuroo can feel Daichi’s cherry wood wand in the pocket of his suit trousers, pressing against his leg through the layers of fabric, and he smirks to himself. “Is that your wand in your pocket or are you just really excited to see me?” Daichi groans into his ear. “Wasn’t funny the first time, Tetsu, and it’s still not funny now. Next time you use that line on me I swear I’ll hex you.” “Babe,” Kuroo draws back, putting a hand against his chest in mock heartfelt appreciation. “You’re so good to me.” (Day 2: sports swap au / same high school au)

In the Forest by HomeForImaginaryFriends [Gen]

Tetsurou had never believed in magic or fairies, until he realized he was married to one.

caught by the galaxies, bright in your eyes by YaelaTheWordsmith [Teen]

Daichi and Tetsurou meet at the Academy at eighteen, fresh-faced and eager to join the ranks of those valiant defenders of the Galactic Territories, the Rangers. They stand by each other through the years after, through triumph and betrayal and rebellion, and there's nothing they wouldn't do for each other. Except, it seems, confess how long they've each loved the other.

Sense by Ellessey [Teen]

'“What are you—felt what?” Daichi asks. “This,” Kuroo says, and he lifts one hand, waves it carefully through the empty space in front of him, and paints the air with color. Bright lines of orange and gold and red appear in the path of his fingertips. Daichi’s mouth falls open. “Yours is cooler,” Kuroo says, smiling wryly.' -- Daichi has never met another person like him before, someone he doesn’t have to hide his abilities from. But the first day at a new school, surrounded by the same normal faces, he finally meets someone different.

angel of mine by Spring_Emerald [Mature]

In attempt to make Kuroo look away from the door, Daichi brings a hand to cup his face, but it was probably not the right move because as soon as he touched a warm cheek, Kuroo gasped, and the sound sent shivers down Daichi's spine. ----- For KuroDai Week 2021 Day 2: supernatural

black cats are good luck by YaelaTheWordsmith [Teen]

Kuroo and Daichi are students at - you guessed it - a college of magic. This would have absolutely nothing to do with the story of how they started liking each other and finally got together - if it wasn't for the fact that the fairly big secret Kuroo's hiding is accidentally revealed on their first date. Or, Daichi finds out what Kuroo really is, Kuroo panics, and Daichi has to get the boy he likes out from under the fridge.

Rescue From Neverland by Stacysmash [Teen]

Sawamura Daichi is a typical single father and prominent member of the Japanese Government. His childhood, however, was marred with haunting memories of when he was whisked away to Neverland and the terror he faced there. When his own children get whisked away, Daichi will stop at nothing to get them back, even facing his worst fears. Kurodai Week 2018 Day 7 Disney AU

A Romance of Plastic and Stuffing by Stacysmash [Teen]

Initially, it was difficult for Sheriff Kuroo to deal with the introduction of a new toy to Shoyou's room and replaced him as number one. But when he finally gives Sawamura Space Ranger a chance, his feelings change quickly from friendship to something more. *This is the beginning to my submission for Kurodai Weekend!* Ch 1: Introduction Ch 2: Aug 31 Getting Sick/Injured Ch 3: Sept 1 Affection/Dates Ch 4: Sept 2 Travel

This is Not a Rom-Com Movie (But it sure feels like one) by pastles [Teen]

Kuroo has a crush on someone, but he's a bit too nervous to ask the other person out. So he's asked if Daichi would help by going on "practice dates" with him. Daichi was a little reluctant at first, but he decided that he could help a friend out. Because, to quote his friend, "He was always so kind." But soon, Daichi's wondering if helping Kuroo out is such a good idea. At first, it's kind of funny to see how awkward the other boy is at dates, but after a while, Daichi realises that he's becoming more unhappy with helping Kuroo with the dates. He starts feeling that he really didn't want Kuroo to go out with this mysterious person. But how can Daichi step in now?

Love Letters by per__sei [Gen]

Suga and Asahi know Daichi has been crushing on one Kuroo Tetsurou for months now. It’s obvious to everyone – except, perhaps, one Kuroo Tetsurou. So, with Valentine’s Day approaching, they convince Daichi to travel to Tokyo to confess his feelings. Yaku and Kai know Kuroo has been crushing on one Sawamura Daichi for months now. It’s obvious to everyone – except, perhaps, one Sawamura Daichi. So, with Valentine’s Day approaching, they convince Kuroo to travel to Sendai to confess his feelings. We all know where this is going. A story of four idiots convincing two idiots to do something daring and romantic only for everyone to realise that maybe, they’re not quite as clever as they thought.

Just Stalling by Catastra_Fey [Gen]

Daichi often needs a break after a game to just chill in the last stall in the locker room. Today though, he overhears some things that force him to face something that's been brewing for awhile.

we'll go see it again by breadlamps [Teen]

On the last night of college, Daichi asks Tetsurou to kiss him. This time, Tetsurou's determined to make it count.

A Dinner With The Mafia by Sansmerci [Teen]

It's the most important night of the year. Daichi wants everything to be perfect. Kuroo cannot afford surprises.

Whenever You're Ready by RayRayTail [Teen]

He didn’t know when he began to accept Kuroo's magic tricks, the change happening subtly and over time. But one day, he remembered Kuroo pulling flowers out of his hat and launching them at him, only for Daichi to simply smile back at him. “It’s embarrassing, but you made my heartbeat so fast I thought I’d have to go to the infirmary.” “You’re ridiculous.” Or, Kuroo is fated to be a good guy(?) and Daichi is destined to become evil. Their love was never meant to be (or something like that).

Daichi Sawamura vs that One Moron from Marketing by KRSNope [Gen]

Daichi wasn’t expecting his highly competitve internship to be easy. He expected long days, a heavy workload, and a lot of ass kissing to hopefully walk away with a full-time job. What he wasn’t expecting was some weird rivalry with this smirky idiot from the marketing department. He just wants to walk away from the internship with a job offer before he graduates. If Kuroo Tetsurou ruins his chances? There will be hell to pay.

and that's the way i loved you by spookysp_ace (summermoonsdawn) [Teen]

Daichi crumples the letter between the meat of her palms before throwing it against her dorm room wall. She imagined the paper growing like a meteor and dropping from her third floor residence to the RA at the bottom floor and dropping onto her head. - Or, Daichi thinks Kuroo hates her. That is not the case.

Your Hand in Mine (My Heart is Yours) by meetyouatthemoon [Teen]

Daichi has never wanted to hold someone's hand this badly in his entire life. In a completely non-horny, non-romantic, non-gay way. He just thinks Kuroo has nice hands, that's all! That's not weird, right? (Spoiler alert: it's definitely in a gay way)

Protecting the Mighty, Protecting the Strong by elysiansunrise [Teen]

Throughout the next months, Kuroo finds himself memorizing every part of Sawamura—every smile, inflection, tone, action. Kuroo’s sense of protectiveness for Sawamura grows ferociously every passing day. There is something about Sawamura—kind, intelligent, passionate Sawamura—that makes Kuroo want to destroy any barrier that comes his way. Kuroo’s protectiveness is what helps him realize that Sawamura’s raise of an eyebrow often indicates amusement. That the fractional widening of his eyes could be out of surprise, or wonder, or teasing. That the way he freezes when he thinks no one is looking is a sign of that unspoken worry that Kuroo has yet to solve.

Or, where Daichi has a small hidden fear that he prefers to keep buried before anybody notices, and Kuroo is there to protect him from it.

magical, mystical, you by spookysp_ace (summermoonsdawn) [Teen]

The person turns and Tetsurou’s heart falls out of his chest. He feels it beating on the cool stone floor as he’s faced with sunkissed skin, a freckle-dotted nose, strong shoulders– - Or, 4 times Sawwamura Daichi walks into Tetsurou's magic shop needing assistance, and 1 time he stills walks into Tetsurou's shop, still needs assistance, but Tetsurou is more in love than ever.

In which Daichi must remain focused and Kuroo is too hot by Toboe1087 [Gen]

Daichi never thought he’d be one of the lucky few to get a glimpse of what his soulmate looked like, but once he saw him, Daichi had trouble thinking about anything else. And Suga would never let him live it down.

all of our flaws lie there, hand in hand by kenmagoesblep [Teen]

There was a lot that modern science couldn’t explain as it was, one of those things being the nature of soulmates. There was no explanation as to how it happened, or why it manifested that way — sharing your scars with your soulmate seemed very arbitrary, which raised even more questions about the whole thing. At some point, Kuroo (much like the people around him) decided he wouldn’t break his brain trying to figure that out. Maybe when he was an adult. What mattered to him was that having a soulmate was a comforting thought, but the sudden realization that he might've found them left him giddy. --- 4 times Kuroo tried denying Sawamura Daichi was his soulmate and 1 time he had to face the facts.

Happy reading :D

[mira-miraaa]

Subtle Touch

✧ pairing: haikyuu various x gn!reader

✧ content: 18+ mdni, characters 21+, awkward, fluff, brief mention of alcohol, not proofread

✧ note: subtle, innocent touches are the crème de la crème *chefs kiss*

Your touch was softer than silk, gentler than a warm summer breeze. It made a nervous smile replace his playful expression. The sensation, albeit brief, lingered long after you excused yourself. To preserve the feeling, his hand covered the spot you momentarily touched. The action was likely awkward; few leave their hand on their bicep for minutes on end.

Regardless of the teasing looks from his friends, the smile remained as he replayed the short-lived interaction. They snapped him from his trance once they saw you again, urging him to go talk to you. At the idea, he turned as pale as a ghost.

A plethora of excuses left his lips - none of which were great. Nonetheless, the nervous young man tried. And he failed. His friends were not going to let him miss another opportunity. So, with a thumping heart and hopeful eyes, he shoved aside his hesitation and walked toward you.

DAICHI, SUGA, osamu, your fave <3

The consequence of drinking too much beer was making itself noticed. And no, it wasn't because he was drunk. He still had control of his senses and felt pretty confident he wouldn’t experience the worse hangover. What he was undergoing currently was far worse: he had to piss. Under normal circumstances, he would’ve headed straight to the bathroom, but he didn’t want to get up. Doing so, opened an opportunity for someone else to steal his seat. That thought alone gave him the strength to stay put. He would much rather suffer than watch as someone else sit next to you.

This was the closest he had ever been to you - literally. Thanks to his obnoxious friends sitting on the other side, you had to scoot over to make room for them on the sofa. Which meant, the right side of your body was pressed against his. And he’d be damned if the moment didn’t last.

BOKUTO, TANAKA, NISHINOYA, kuroo, atsumu

He sat as still as a statue, hands on his lap as his eyes remained glued to the movie. When others laughed, he softly chuckled unsure of what was funny. In all honesty, he had no clue about the characters' names or the plot. His attention was elsewhere. On something- or rather someone - that made his heart flutter and cheeks warm.

Unlike him, you were entranced by the storyline. He, on the other hand, couldn't stop stealing glances at you. He tried to steady his heart rate, but the effort was in vain when you shifted in your spot. You were a tad closer. Close enough that your knee touched his, sending his heart into overdrive.

SUGA, ASAHI, TADASHI, kita (if you squint)

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Hey there suga! So my carolmaria is finished and no background with this one, the only thing you need to know is a conversation was had but not finished about Carol having to leave...Enjoy!!

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Will You Stay?

Carol remembers.

Remembers the mesmerizing feel of soft and lush lips against her own.

Remembers how supple and luscious her body is beneath hers.

She remembers Maria is dominant in every aspect of their lives.

Except one.

This.

This…was her domain.

It’s the first moment of privacy all day and the tension in the room is thick, a fog of lust and need. You are in the doorway, shoulder leaned against the frame, eyes ravenously raking over her body. Maria is seated at the table, back leaned against the windowsill, arm draped over the back of her chair. Her casual demeanor belies her racing pulse, you can see it throbbing a frantic rhythm at the base of her neck. It’s good to know you are not the only one affected by the mere proximity of the other. Eyes locked in a heated gaze, you move first, slowly stalking across the room towards Maria, hand outstretched.

“Come here.”

The command is simple, but a small noise escapes Maria and her eyes are heavy lidded as she rises from her seat at the table.  Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before the bottom is caught between her teeth as her fingertips finally meet yours.  The touch is electric, your fingertips grazing along her palm and up the length of her arm before gripping the backs of her biceps and pulling her firmly against you. A gasp escapes her as your bodies meld together from chest to knee and your lips begin to consume hers in a languorous kiss. Your hands begin to wander, over her tank top and then under, caressing every satin inch of skin they could reach. They settle briefly on her breasts, kneading the pillowy flesh there, thumbs tracing and flicking at her pert nipples.

A shiver courses through her body and she whimpers against your lips as her nipples pebble beneath your touch. You can’t resist the urge to take the hard buds in your mouth, breaking the kiss to pull her tank top over her head and trail wet sloppy kisses along her neck and across the swell of her luscious mounds. Teasingly you graze the tip of your tongue around her areola, circling closer and closer towards her aching nipple before slowly encompassing it in the moist heat of your mouth. Maria is panting softly, her arms snaking around your shoulders. From one globe to the other, your mouth continues its assault, suckling, tongue swirling, as your hands glide over her ass and squeeze. The sound of her moans and the feel of her grinding her hips into yours is almost your undoing, your hands are on the move again.

Your grip on her waist tightens in one hand as your other slides palm down over her taut stomach and beneath the waistband of her panties. A hiss escapes you as you peel back the damp lace and run two fingers through her slick heat, she is soaking wet, more than ready for you. The pressure is feather light as you caress her clit, circling her pulsating nub a few times before dipping lower to tease at her slick entrance. Her moans are soft and sweet as her forehead falls forward onto yours. Up and down your fingers glide, swirling around her nub and probing into moist heat.

“So tight… so wet for me…”

The barely there touch is slowly driving the both of you insane, but the aggression edging brings out in her is like a drug, you crave it, need it, now. You increase the pressure just slightly, focusing your ministrations on her throbbing pleasure point as her lips take yours in another searing kiss. The kiss is hard and rough as your tongues battle for dominance and her hands slide from your shoulders to cup your neck. You increase your attentions, pressing her clit in hard tight circles and her mouth falls slack as her moans intensify. Already an orgasm is approaching, you can feel in the increasing tremors in her legs, hear it in her ragged breaths. A few more circles and your hand stills and you can’t help but smirk as her frustrated groans fill the air. Desire burns bright in her eyes as she grabs you by the scruff of your shirt and hauls you in for a passionate kiss, all the while backing up towards the table. As soon as her legs touch the frame you are lifting her, placing her on the edge and she is pulling you in impossibly closer.

Maria remembers too.

Remembers the captivating feel of suntanned skin against her own.

Remembers the fire in Carol’s eyes as she called her Captain.

She remembers the ecstasy that awaits her, awaits them both.

She only has to hand over control.

It’s been so long, too long, since you’ve been kissed like this, touched like this and Carol’s touch is igniting a raging fire deep within you, teasing you, but two can play that game.

“I’m all yours, Captain.”

Her eyes narrow and her nostrils flare as she pushes you down to the table. She makes short work of removing your coveralls, but she leaves the thin little strip of red lace in place. Her hands massage your breasts as she peppers kisses around your navel and down your happy trail making you quiver in anticipation. Her hands begin to slide down your torso as she drops to her knees before you, still showering your body with kisses while lifting your legs and placing your feet on the edge of the table. Two fingers spread you open as she bites her lip and takes a moment to admire your glistening folds before diving in tongue first. You can’t help but to cry out at the sensation, her tongue is sinfully swirling, tenderly flicking at your clit before slurping it into her mouth.

“Oh my God" you pant, feeling a warmth begin to tingle anew in your lower abdomen.

Swirl, slurp, pop, over and over, Carol persists in her onslaught. Her grip around your thighs tightens as you begin to grind your pussy into her mouth, desperate to increase the pressure. You can feel her responding moan vibrating deep within your core. Her tongue slides down your slit and briefly enters you before licking back up and circling your clit once more and repeating the motion all over again. The slow build is driving you wild, winding the coil in the pit of your stomach tighter and tighter. This time when Carol slides her tongue down your slit, she stiffens it and presses forward, languidly tongue fucking you while her nose nuzzles at your clit, she is urging you ever closer to the edge. And then she stops.

Your frustrated growl is cut off as she is on her feet in a flash and hauling you in for a breath stealing kiss. In the back of your mind, you faintly register her wrapping your legs around her waist and lifting you from the table, you are lost in the exotic taste of your essence mingled with her on your tongue. You break apart from the kiss in a gasp as the coolness of the duvet greets your back, you don’t know when she made the move to the bedroom and you don’t really care, all that matters is Carol and the wicked sensations she is eliciting within you. Her lips are on your neck sucking, tongue twirling around your pulse point while her hands deftly massaging your breasts, thumbs tweaking at your nipples. She moves to slide down your body, kisses and hands trailing downward, when you tighten your grip with your thighs around her waist and drag her back up.

“I want to feel your body on top of mine.”

Maybe you pulled her a little rougher than necessary, but you feel her smirk against your skin as her hands continue to slip down and wet hot kisses trail up to your ear. One hand fastens onto your waist while the other continues down, fingers skating through your slick folds, pressing hard into your throbbing bundle of nerves before teasing at your entrance. Her lips lock onto yours and your moans are swallowed up as she thrusts two fingers fast inside, fingertips pressing into your deepest places. She stills briefly to give you time to adjust, tongues still dueling in a sloppy kiss, but your walls are clenching around her, drawing her deeper inside and your hips already grinding up, chasing her as she pulls almost completely out.

“Caaptain pleease" you mumble against her lips.

Carol immediately launches into a pounding rhythm as she nuzzles along the column of your neck and presses soft kisses just beneath your ear, her moans are gentle and whispering as she takes her pleasure in your body while yours reverberate in the air around you. Ecstasy is dripping off you in waves, much like your essence is dripping from her hand, she’s stroking that spongy spot, her spot, deep within you with every thrust, sending tingles of bliss straight into your soul. The slight twist of fingers as they bury themselves in your spasming heat has you almost feral in your need and her murmured praises are sending you higher and higher, you are right on the cusp of release. Your body arches up, nothing but your shoulder blades and the tips of your toes touching the bed, your entire being has begun to tremble. Her rhythm never falters as you plummet over the edge, your mind and body in a state of pure rapture, her name a litany from your lips.  

“CaarolCarolCaarol”

She is there, lovingly guiding you back to earth, still whispering sweet nothings to you as she shifts positions. When Carol leans back against the headboard, you follow, resting your head in the crook of her neck. Her fingers find their way into your hair, brushing the damp strands that clung awkwardly to your face behind your ear. “Every time I look at you, I can't help but hope you feel the same butterflies in your stomach when you look back at me. You make me fall in love with you all over again. I love you, Maria. And that’s why I have to leave.”

“Well, I love you too, I don’t think I could ever stop loving you, and that’s why you have to stay. This love we have is worth fighting for...anything is possible when we do it together.” you whispered to her, so close that she could feel your breath on her skin.

“Will you stay?”

A/N: Soooo??? Be honest. What you think???Let me know!!!

[jealousmartini]

🐤: Please, same! I'm WAY TOO SHY 😭😭I literally can't Function when I see something TINY BIT COUNTS AS "ROMANTIC" this isn't ROMANTIC event but in my mind it was lmaoo help! Okay so like I said Hobi and I have some enemies era going on JK JK but he LIVES off messing with me EVERYTIME HE IS AROUND!! but I was around backstage with them for their shows and they were done singing few songs in and were taking a break, and RM was working on a song that he handed me to take a look at and I was reading the paper when hobi snatched it from my hand placing it up because I can't reach it🙂and I was jumping to get it from him when suga tried to come from behind me and take it from hobi surprising me in process and I feel on hobi knocking him on his butt while I feel on him IM STILL EMBARRASSED and just sat there on HIS STOMACH LOOKING AT HIM LIKE 😳 HAD A WHOLE KDRAMA MOMENT BUT ITS SO EMBARRASSINGGGGG EMBARRASSING AND HE WAS JUST LIKE 🙂‍↔️ ewwww so embarrassing cue ending of a kdrama and "stay with me by punch" plays in my mind ahhhhhh

LMFAOOOO THE EMOJI WHY IS HE LIKE THIS PLEASE☠️☠️☠️

Freaking love kdrama moments even though I'm too shy to script a romantic relationship with any of bts. And i know i will stop breathing anytime i am in close proximity to any of them. I still want some of that action fr.

It sucks that I am such whore for physical touch and affection but I can't even muster up the courage to even think about receiving a hug from idk Namjoon or something.. A HUG. But like. A part of me (a very large part of me) still craves it amd wants that feeling.. I've gotta know what it's like to be hugged by a man with BICEPS.

Well there is only one way to find out gang!

[goldenponcho]

Milkbones

Jump to Chapter 2

Warning for non-consensual breast pumping of a minor original character...

Chapter 3: Mama Dog

The new duo stepped into a small corridor. It seem to be empty aside from two television sets in the corners of the room, identical to the ones back in the shared space they had just left. Another pair of double doors inhabited the wall across from them.

When the doors behind them slid shut, there was silence. Franco looked ready to take action should something, ANYTHING, happen.

Roxanna glanced around, “What’s supposed to-"

Compartments on either side of the room slid open with a mechanical whir. Rox glanced to the one on her side before a smile of recognition grew upon her lips.

Franco’s face contorted into a snaggletooth smile of his own, as he caught sight of his newly polished and gleaming boom stick laid delicately in the compartment next to him.

His voice quivered, “Ooh! Lupara!” He picked up the weapon as if handling the most fragile thing in the world, lifting it to his lips and placing a gentle kiss to the side of the stock. “Ooooh, Suga’, I MISSED ya!” He wrapped gloved fingers around the grip, gingerly securing it snuggly in his fist. He happened a glance back to the inset in the wall to see a flash of pink. His new pacifier, exactly like the old one, sat there as well. He threaded a finger through the ring, twirling it around a couple times before fixing it to the loose end of his bowtie.

“Lupara, huh?” It was a moment before Franco registered Rox’s voice, and he turned to her as she continued, “My girl’s got a name too…”

She turned to him, pushing a newly acquired pair of black, horn rimmed glasses onto her nose, “Lupara, meet Jolene…” She held out what looked to be a uniquely shaped, electric guitar with an axe blade protruding from the body.

He tilted his head horizontally to look at the image of a mushroom cloud airbrushed on the front and read the accompanying text. “Why’s “Jolene” say “Atomic Dog” on ‘er?”

“My roller derby name back in college!” She lifted the strap over her head to hang the weaponized instrument across her shoulder, “GOD, if I could get ahold of a pair of skates, it would be OVER for these reagents!” She played a quick riff, the sound muted as it wasn't plugged into an amp.

“Hm!” Franco nodded with an arched brow, “Fancy…but it seems like extra weight ta me…”

She ducked her head out of the way of the blade when she tossed Jolene to rest against her back, “Not when you’re RIPPED!” She demonstrated by flexing a significantly bulgy bicep.

Franco’s smile was crooked as he produced a lewd chuckle, “Gotta say, I DO like a strong woman… Believe it or not, even a man sometimes likes feelin’…protected.”

Whether it was really there or just a manifestation of his wishful thinking, he could have sworn he saw a spark in her eye. “Oh, do you? I’d think you’d be feelin’ pretty secure wielding such a...BIG gun…”

"Mmnnn!” His smile was wicked as he bit his lip, “Careful, Poochie…ya might give me the wrong IDEA…”

Her flirtatiously demure smile may or may NOT have been sincere, but Franco being his typical self, convinced himself it was. It was the closest to reciprocation he had gotten since he was outside Sinyala. Maybe even since…HER…

She raked claws through her thick hair, pushing it over the opposite shoulder to expose the nape of her neck with a heavy lidded leer. “And what idea might I be giving you, Babes?”

“Ooooh, pup…” he shuddered, “You got NO business tryin’ ta act COY!” Had his parts been working normally, he would have been at attention, but even so, he felt the pleasant pressure near the area all the same. It was more than he had felt in a VERY long time.

She shrugged, about to retort, when the televisions flickered to life, and Easterman sat there shrouded in darkness as usual.

“A dog’s nose is said to be over one hundred thousand times more sensitive than that of a human being’s. A canine's heightened senses and protective instincts make it the PERFECT companion for the more vulnerable members of a household. Our "pups"...are HER "pups".

"But thieves would seek to rend our little family asunder. You will work together to prevent the riffraff from taking what is YOURS. You will have twenty minutes to prepare."

As the television screens went blank, the buzzer on the door in front of them sounded and the siren blared before it slid open.

Franco bowed, "After you, suga’,” he gestured for her to step ahead of him.

“Thank ya, SIR!” Rox curtsied before proceeding ahead of him.

They entered onto a small, elevated walkway about three feet from the ground that cut through a large storage yard littered with crates and large machinery.

“Woah…” If Rox didn’t look up, she could believe she was actually outside on a cloudy night. A strange sense of giddiness washed over her; she hadn’t been anywhere close to outdoors in nearly five years, and it was something she missed DESPERATELY.

“Aaah!” Franco hopped down from the ledge to the concrete below, “Like I never even left!”

Rox jumped down behind him, and that was exactly when the smell hit her, “God DAMN! You can say THAT again!” She held her nose, “Smells like you murdered someone here just two days ago…”

Franco inhaled deeply, “It does, doesn’t it!? Just when fuckin’ Easterman REALLY starts ta PISS me off, he turns it back around! Like a bitch ya just can’t shake…”

“”Bitch” is a good word for him…” She followed her new companion through the storage area toward another walkway lined with boxcars. As she observed her surroundings, she noticed two skeletons suspended from a tower to their right. Festive…

“So how’s this all work, exactly?” She trotted to catch up. For someone with such a staggered gait, Franco was quite fast. “I wasn’t told much.”

He grunted as he lifted himself onto the platform in front of them, “Simple! Ya spot a reagent, ya kill ‘em! HOPEFULLY before they do somethin’ that really BURNS YOUR ASS…”

She cocked her head, hopping on behind him and following him between two boxcars, “Like what?”

His brows wrinkled up in a sneer, “ Like touchin’ all ya SHIT! STEALIN’ the things ya worked yer ASS off for! Just bein’ a fuckin’ CUNT in general!”

Rox’s eyes darted diagonally as if to recall something, “Not sure I have any shit to steal… Not aside from Jolene, at least. And well...they can sure TRY…”

Franco gave a sarcastic breath of laughter, “Just wait till they open your trial. They always find SOME way ta piss you the fuck off…”

He seemed to know exactly where he was headed, so Rox just followed his lead. They rounded the corner of a brick wall and came to an enclosed walkway above which was a sign that read “Laboratory Chem-Co”.

“Damn! It’s like a whole little world in here!”

“Better than the one out THERE; I can tell ya THAT much…”

Rox pivoted around lighting fast with an intake of breath as a faint scuffle and fevered muttering caught her ear.

Franco had already opened the door in front of them and gave a start when he turned to see that she had fallen behind. “'Ay! Get over here! We only got about fifteen minutes ta showtime!”

She didn’t look back at him as she scanned the area, “Someone’s here! I heard ‘em!”

Franco peered into the darkness of the shipping yard. “I didn’t hear nothin’.”

Rox tapped at her ear, ”Smelling isn’t the only thing I do better than a normal human.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Ya mean he meant that shit LITERALLY?”

“Sure did! Murkoff DOES like to experiment…” she squinted over the shipping yard, “Too bad they didn’t do anything for my bad vision…”

“Huh…” Franco watched Rox with a new interest, “Well, it was pro’ly one a’ those poor grunt bastards… They tend ta steer clear a’ Primes like us." He snickered wickedly, “Least, they do ME… Gotta make sure they know who’s boss!”

“Oh…” she backed toward him, eyes still on the shipping yard before she turned to follow him through the door.

In the center of the room was a large machine that looked like something from an assembly line. Franco stopped at an opening that was either where something was put in or spat out from. As she approached, he was using some type of card to scrape a powdery white substance into a pile.

She sniffed the air. She was relatively familiar with an array of hard drugs, and whether she actually did them herself or not, she tended to know the smell. She remembered Easterman's words as she recognized the very faint smell.

“Is that fucking HEROIN?”

“Heh!“ He was now rolling a piece of paper into a small tube, “Didn’t notice the posters, huh?“

She looked toward where he pointed to a small poster on the wall and squinted before moving closer. The graphic was clearly a stylized image of Franco, Lupara and all. At the top right corner where the words “Milk and Honey“, but “Honey“ was marked out, the word "Heroin“ plastered next to it.

“Whoa! You even got a POSTER?! SWEET!“

“A couple…“ He was now scooping a tiny portion of the powder onto a metal spoon with a grin, “Milky White! Best smack you could possibly get ANYWHERE!”

“Well, congratulations!"

Before she knew it, he had produced a lighter from who knows where and began warming the underside of the spoon.

“Oh! You're doin' this NOW, huh?”

He chuckled, “Never trust a peddler who don’t sample his own product.”

She watched him bring the makeshift straw to his lips and inhale the rising smoke. She shrugged, “Can’t argue with that…”

Franco held his breath for a moment, already half lidded eyes drooping even more before exhaling with a shudder. He reveled in the instant high before glancing to Rox, “What about it, doll?” He held out the straw, “Care ta chase the dragon?”

Her forehead wrinkled, and she gave a sideways glance toward the smoking spoon, “Naaah…I think I’m good…”

“Ya sure, Poochie? It’s a real RRRUSSSHH!”

She gritted her teeth in a half nervous, half apologetic smile, “I’m more of a THC/hallucinogenics kinda girl, to be honest. MAYBE a party drug here or there. But HEROIN? That’s kinda…INTENSE…”

He gave a sly, gap toothed smirk, “Might wish ya had when the trial starts…once yer gettin’ BRICKS thrown at’cha head.”

“Yeeaaah, I’ll have to make do with a couple Tylenols later… Besides these dumbass doctors have me on, like, TWICE the amphetamines I should realistically be taking for the attention deficit disorder, and I DOUBT it would be a great combination…”

He shrugged, “Suit yaself, toots…” and he heated the spoon again to finish off the remaining substance. Once he was finished, he tossed the tools aside, “This is usually what those cunts’ll be after.”

After a moment, Rox’s face crinkled, “Are you still getting money from this stuff? In HERE?”

He looked for a moment like a kid having been informed of a stupid oversight he had made but then looked defensive, “No, but…i-it’s the PRINCIPLE a’ the thing! They come in here raidin’ MY hard earned product! And I’M the one left lookin’ like a BITCH!”

She nodded with pursed lips, “Guess that would be annoying… I probably couldn’t be bothered to give a SHIT, personally. I mean, what do WE have to prove to these people, ya know?"

Franco scoffed with a laugh, “Like I said, they’ll FIND yer buttons, and they’ll jab ‘em as hard as they fuckin’ CAN!”

Rox's confident expression wavered only slightly as Franco turned to lead them through a door, past a metal trolley of some kind and out to a hallway. He was quick to round the corner, and she was once again distracted by her surroundings. A massive cargo ship sat right there in the center of the room, gently swaying as if actually suspended in water. When she craned her neck to peer over the railing, she could see that she was almost right. It WAS liquid, but it wasn’t WATER…

As they neared the other end, she looked up, and, to no one in particular read, read aloud the name painted on the side of the ship.

“Angelina…”

If she hadn’t heard Franco skid to an immediate halt, she would have collided right into him, and she nearly did anyway before stopping and stumbling backwards to reclaim a little space between them.

“Don’t say that fuckin’ name…”

She cocked her head down to where he was hunched, peering at her from over a shoulder.

“It’s on the side of the-“

He jerked around to face her, a glare on his face that made her realize how truly terrifying he must have really been to these reagents.

“Oh…my bad…”

Though she was often one to ask unwanted questions, Rox read his ADAMANT insistence to receive none loud and clear. His hackles lowered slightly at her apologetic tone, and she thought she could see a hint of something other than anger ghost his features. Embarrassment, possibly…maybe hurt?

She couldn’t study him for long as he turned back to continue through a wooden, open-ended shed, and she followed silently. Her face was hot with awkwardness. She loved pissing people off on occasion, but not when she hadn’t intended to. At the same time, she itched with curiosity as to what place this Angelina had in his past.

They finally came up a ramp to a room that opened into a train depot, more boxcars to either side of them and crates and oil barrels stored in the center.

This is where Franco finally slowed to address the area, “This’ll be the best place to camp out… They'll fuck around here for most of the trial, seein’ as they gotta find the codes ta get to most’a the goods…”

He grabbed an object sitting on a box that resembled a turkey baster with a metal nozzle coming from one end. "You take this floor; I’ll take upstairs,” he handed her the baster tapping the bulbous, rubber end with a leather clad finger, “If ya inhale any gas, use this. Watch for the boobie traps on the doors.”

“Gas?!” But he was already hurrying to hop into the back of a car. “Wait, where ya goin’?!”

“Got a couple more things ta check on…” he explained hurriedly, walking backwards into the car, “See a reagent; kill it! Door traps! Gas! È facile!”

If she had had another question, he would have been gone before she could have gotten it out of her mouth.

“WELP!” she hunched her shoulders, “…suppose I couldn’t have expected a baby to be a very good teacher…”

With a glance around, she rocked awkwardly heal to toe on her feet with pursed lips, before opening them with a pop. “Guess I’ll see what’s over here…” she picked a random direction and walked.

~*~*~*~

Franco quickly trotted up the stairs, stomach in his throat and a wash of hot embarrassment tinting his face and ears. He willed the unwanted feeling away, but it only made it all the worse. About halfway between the shipping yard and the train depot, he had remembered what would be waiting for him upstairs, and despite his insistence to himself that he didn’t CARE what she might think of him, he found himself reluctant to let her see…THAT…

He quickly made his way to the milking room. He probably could’ve done it with his eyes closed at this point. In some ways, everything seemed like it was only yesterday. At the same time, his memories had a dream-like fog over them. He hated the feeling. The intangible nature of it all. Like he wasn’t in control.

But when he entered the bottling room, he retreated right back into his fantasies. He could hear a faint moaning, delirious and more likely than not, from someone hardly conscious. There was a ribcage on the table to his left, dusty decomposition pooled around it. He wondered if staff had cleaned up at all in the thirty years he’d been asleep.

As he neared the doorway to the milking room, he could see one figure already strapped down and hooked up that seem to be dead, both legs looking to have been brutally broken off. The lack of any decay told him that this was a new body. Dr. Easterman DID enjoy setting the scene…

As he rounded the door jamb, he caught sight of the source of the moaning. Another woman had already been restrained as well, but she was still breathing, yet to be hooked up to a pump. He felt a thrill shoot through him, equal parts pleasure and cruelty, and it was mirrored in his sinister, snaggle-toothed grin.

~*~*~*~

Ten minutes later, Rox had already sniffed around most of the rooms on her designated floor. There were definitely other people here, but the only ones she had come across were the dead ones, both fresh and long since skeletized.

She gave a start as she heard the same alarm that had announced their entrance to the trial space.

“Trial commencing in five minutes!”

Rox gave a start at the male voice, and she couldn’t help feeling a little panicked. Suddenly, there was a flood of questions she wished she had asked Franco before he had left.

Wait! He hadn’t LEFT left. He was upstairs… He had said she would take the upstairs and she the downstairs, but he hadn’t said NOT to go upstairs…

She sniffed the air, then paused to listen. Nothing different… They’d have to go to that heroin room first, wouldn’t they? She could get upstairs to ask a few of the more important questions, then head back down before the reagents were even CLOSE to this part of the Docks…

She tapped her finger on a metallic canine, glancing up. Yes! There were windows most of the way around and a balcony on either side. She could keep an eye on the area. Plus, she’d smell a new person WAY before they could get here. She couldn’t imagine they were staying extremely clean from the little she had heard about on their end. Yeah! No harm in making a quick visit!

~*~*~*~

After a quick round of the upstairs area, Franco straightened his bowtie and readied Lupara. The alarm and accompanying five minute warning sounded JUST as he raised the shotgun and clanged the barrels against the cage bars the living woman was behind.

“Wakey, fuckin’ WAAAKEEEYYYYY!”

The woman jolted awake with startled cry, “What the-“ She jerked instinctively, but was stopped by the metallic CLUNK of her restraints. She looked around blearily, seeming to be having a tough time awakening from her sedative.

Franco stepped into her line of sight and WELL into her personal space. "Hello, DOLL..."

She blinked for a moment before raising her shorn head to Franco's none too pleasant face.

"THE F- Who the FUCK are YOU?!!" She finally looked around with new awareness, "Where the FUCK AM I!!!"

Franco leered down at her, "Don't worry, suga'! You give me what I want, you stay NICE and safe..."

Grey eyes flitted around the dirty room and landed on the dead woman diagonal from her, "The FUCK is this Hellraiser bullshit?!!" She jerked violently against her restraints again. "FUCKING let me GOOOO!!!"

Franco didn't react to the piercing scream right in his face. If his hearing hadn't been shit from the day he was born, Lupara would have made it that way. "'Fraid that ain't gonna happen!" He turned to pick up one of the pumps that laid on the grimy floor, wiping off the filth with a gloved thumb, "See, Dr. Easterman gave you ta ME. And seein' as where he left ya, 's'pretty fuckin' obvious what I'm supposed ta do with ya, so..."

He pressed a button on the wall, which triggered a rumbling, engine-like sound from within the walls, and the device in his hand began an airy, pulsing sound.

"Get real comfortable, doll," he placed the cup over hear bare breast, and she yelped, half in disgust and half at the sensation, as it latched on. He retrieved another raising it to the remaining breast, "Cause you're gonna be here for a gooood, loooong tiiiiiiime..."

"Hey! Yo! Franco! I just wanted to ask real quick, when they get here do I-"

Rox froze at the bizarre display in front of her, and so did the participants of said display.

"ROXANNA!!" Franco was beside himself in surprise and not the kind he liked.

"Franco..." she tilted her head, scratching the back of it, "What uuuh...what's goin' on HERE?"

Franco inserted himself between his naked and now quite busily struggling captive and Rox, "Didn't I fuckin' TELL you ta stay downstairs?!"

"NO! See! I distinctly remember! You said I take downstairs and you take upstairs. You didn't say NOT to come up here! I made sure of this in my head moments ago!"

He opened his mouth to disagree, but realizing she was right, he growled, "Oh, so yer gonna be a smartass about it, huh?!"

"No, I'm just reminding you of what was said... I don't like to be accused of not following directions when I did." She glanced around to the struggling and now snarling woman trying to shake the pumping devices from her chest.

"SOOOO...you're into some kinky SHIIIIT..." She caught a dangerous flash in his eyes, and she decided to clarify. "Which is FINE... I've got my own proclivities that I'm sure Easterman will make sure come to light at some point. REALLY should keep it a little more consensual, but I realize that's a lot to ask in a place like this..." She spotted the dead woman next to her. "But, DAMN! You were only up here for, like, seven minutes! What did THAT one do to deserve all that in such a short time?!"

"That one was like that when I got here! I didn't–" Franco snarled, "THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT!!"

"You do know you're not gonna get anything out of her right?"

Franco was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "Wha'da'fuck are ya talkin' about?"

"I mean…you can't just put a pump on a woman's tiddies and expect her to…produce…"

"Well, they're usually pretty stubborn, but–"

Rox's eyes bulged, "Wait… are you…y–you're shittin me, aren't you? Please-" She lowered her voice to a whisper, "Please tell me you're shitting me!"

Franco looked uncertain for the first time since she had met him, "What- Wh-whatta you..."

She gapped as recognition and a decent amount of amusement graced her features, "Oh. My. GOD. You actually don't know SHIT about female anatomy, do you?"

She could see the blush across Franco's face and the underlying frustration, so she turned to his captive, "Are you currently lactating, mam?"

"FUCK! OFF!!!" the woman spat.

Rox raised her hands in surrender, "You're right! Personal question, terrible time!"

"Hey! I GOT the hormone shit ta shoot 'em up with in case they need a little PUSH!"

"Aaaah, ok, points for that!" She pressed her hands together against her nose, before intertwining her fingers and placing them under her chin. "But you DO know those can take MONTHS to work... Do you even have FOOD for her?"

"Well, no, but-"

"AND she's gotta be stressed out of MIND!" She paused to hear the woman's angry cries as she thrashed against her binds, "She'll be producing ALL KINDS of chemicals detrimental to milk production."

Franco looked near exploding, "And how do YOU know so much about it, EH?! You some kinda expert on JUGS?!"

Rox was taken aback by the humor in that sentence, and she stifled a chuckle, "WELL...I don't know if you RECALL, but I come from...KIND OF a prestigious background in animal science. Humans are basically primates at the end of the day, which are mammals. Mammal...mammary... It's RIGHT there in the name..." She adjusted Jolene on her back, "Besides, I sorta have a pair of my own, which I HAVE, believe it or not, lactated from, so there's that..."

"Yeah, well ya ain't gotta be such a know-it-" Franco gave her a double take, "Wait...what'd you say about..." His expression turned sly as Rox's eyes shot wide, realizing what she had let slip and to who. "So you're tellin' me...you've...ACTUALLY..." He made no effort to hide his gaze toward the proudly presented cleavage of her own breasts.

Her mouth hung open, and she turned her head with raised brows, "Weeell..." She couldn't redirect now, and she muttered with a sigh, "Ok, yeah, DEFINITELY should not have told you that..."

His already labored breathing increased as he took an intentional step forward, “Aaand...there wouldn't be a chance you could pull that off AGAIN...WOULD there?”

She was suddenly sheepish and now no longer felt four inches taller than the little man, “Eheh! There are some...PRETTY heavy implications to that question, there, pal...”

Franco gave an innocent shrug, and for a second, with a less sinister expression, the proportions of his large head and eyes made him look just a bit like an infant.

"Oooh, you wouldn't deny a man who ain't ever had a mother the chance ta EXPERIENCE one, would ya, Poochie?"

She couldn't stop the breath of nervous laughter this time, "I...REALLY don't think you'd want ME as a mother, Franco."

He rolled a smarmy eyebrow, "Oh, but I think I MIGHT... BEEN thinkin' about it, actually, but now I'm thinkin' about it MORE."

It wasn't often anymore that someone could get her to blush, but Franco certainly had. And now, when Rox was honest with herself, it wasn't entirely in a bad way... She hadn't thought mommy play would have ever been her thing; in fact, she had been outright SQUICKED by it in the past. And something as intense as what Franco clearly had in mind SHOULD have DISGUSTED her. But in the five seconds she had to process all these emotions, she realized that that disgust was turning into something more appealing:

Curiosity.

Franco chuckled, "What's'a matter?" He raised Lupara, not pointing it AT her, but pressing her cheek with the barrel to face him properly, "Momma dog AFRAID of a little BABY?"

She arched a brow at the challenge. Oh...but this could be a VERY fun little game...

"I'M not afraid of ANYTHING..." She reached up to stroke a pointed nail along the carved swirls on Lupara's stock, teeth peeking from beneath her scarred lip as she leaned in until her nose was barely two inches from his and her long, black hair created a shroud around them.

"...little BOY..."

The shudder that shot through Franco's body manifested as a guttural, quaking growl that transitioned to a laugh, "Oh, is that a FACT?" Lupara was quickly replaced with his own, leathery touch, "Maybe ya really WOULD make a nice, layal guard dog. Dottin' on lil' ol' ME! Makin' ME your little PUP!" His hand slid from her cheek to the side of her neck, thumb running over the ring hanging from the thick, leather choker there. "And then if..." He trailed off for a moment, and he seemed to be staring at her but also at nothing. "If the MONSTERS came...could you...WOULD you chase them away? Make 'em leave?"

Rox's expression was suddenly one of confusion and concern, and her voice was gentle, "What "monsters", babes?"

Franco seemed to catch himself, and as if startled out of a daydream he hadn't been in control of, he stumbled backward before turning on his heel to stand faced away from her, shoulders tense.

Rox's forehead wrinkled, and she took a slow step toward him, "Franco?"

She had almost touched the back of his shoulder when the screeching of metal against metal echoed through the walls.

"Shit!"

"Fuck!"

Both expletives were uttered at the same time by Rox and Franco respectively as Franco turned to look toward the doorway to the hall before running out of it, followed by Rox.

"Just rollin' in!" Franco's switch had clearly flipped to kill mode quite easily. He turned toward Rox, the previous moment overridden for now. "You READY for this Poochie?"

Her smile was a sneer like his this time, "I suppose I am...". She reached back to strum the strings at the neck of her guitar with a metallic "ssshhinnnng!". She sniffed the air, "There are three...two male, one female."

Franco's gap toothed grin was manic, "Let's trade! I'll meet those whores downstairs, and you be a little surprise for 'em if they make it up here!"

"Sounds like a plan!"

"Two door traps up here! One there, and one on that side!" He gestured to each as he backed toward where the stairwell was. "Try ta leave 'em for some unsuspecting bitch ta trip, if ya can!"

She saluted with two fingers as he disappeared around the corner and headed down the stairs.

Rox shook her head, smile still plastered on her face despite herself. One thing was certain...she was NOT gonna be bored here...

Her thoughts were interrupted by the reinvigorated struggles of the woman hooked up in the other room. She hurried in, pushing the button on the wall so that the pumps fell from her as she sobbed.

"Don't fuckin' kill me!" Mascara streaked down her face, and Rox did feel some amount of pity for her. She flinched as Rox quickly unstrapped her before stepping back.

"Go on, then!" she gestured to the door opposite the balcony, "Fuck off somewhere!"

Her eyes only darted between her and the door once before she took off. Rox had no idea if she stood a chance of survival out here, but she didn't like the idea of her sitting there to be mercilessly pumped until she rotted. If Franco gave her shit about it later, she'd just say she was jealous. If she was honest, that wasn't so far from the truth.

Italian translation:

È facile! - It's easy!

[derireo-galge]

Sweet Giggle Of Yours | 1k | yoonmin✍️🏼

About some moments Yoongi and Jimin shared on and off cameras.

***

Jimin is infuriating.

They were all sat around the table, about to switch on the v app, checking their looks or scrolling through their phones. The younger was sat next to him, apparently very fascinated with the black t shirt Yoongi himself was wearing because he kept fiddling with its wide sleeve.

- What are you doing? - he drawled lazily. Jimin just giggled sweetly while continuing to lift the sleeve to trace his hyung's bicep and shoulder.

- I'm just an innocent observer, Suga-hyung.

His fingers were tentatively reaching further and further, blunt nails grazing the pale skin.

It was truly annoying. Because the moment he would look him in the face the younger would just cover his mouth with his cute stubby fingers and emit his melodious giggles and boy, was it getting to him. Indeed it was, because the dancer carried on during the live as well, but only with his denim clad thighs.

Yoongi was getting hot and bothered and all he wanted to do is to turn those sweet little laughs into songs of passion.

- Was it funny to you? - he whispered in Jimin's ear hours later while caging him against the closed door of his hotel room.

- Yeah, - the younger replied with the smirk on wet plump lips, - And totally worth it. 

* black dress shirt *

Yoongi looked so damn well in a black dress shirt.

It was a globally known fact, as well as his chest being a statement. It was nicely hugging his buff form, making his shoulders and pecs look especially delicious.

Jimin appreciated that a lot.

The material was a bit shiny but all the young man could think about is that chest, shiny and glistening, right above him. He was trying not to squirm too much and cover up his coughs with laughing when Yoongi was rubbing his knee or thigh, every touch igniting a wave of adrenaline and want inside him.

And how dare he do it while talking about a marriage drive through?? After they were done he almost ran towards his room, Yoongi hot on his tail.

With a soft clicking the door locked and they were left face to face, both panting, with reddened cheeks.

- Love the shirt, hyung, - Jimin sassed, trying to regain his breath, - Y-you look stunning.

The elder gave him a once-over.

- You're not so bad yourself, Park Jiminie.

- Yeah? - the young man giggled but was faced with the hand of his hyung lifted up in front of him.

- Don't, - he said curtly.

- What? - Jimin was dumbfounded.

Yoongi groaned, not moving his hand:

- It’s bad enough you look delectable as you are... but those damn laughs, Jimin-ah? - he looked him straight in the eyes, palm on his own chest how, - My heart can't take that!

- Oh, YOU! - Jimin laughed and pushed him to walk back until they landed on a soft bed, - off, everything off, right now! - he paused in the middle of sliding his slacks down his thighs, - but maybe... keep that shirt on?

Yoongi only raised his eyebrow up before complying anyway. 

*studio time *

- Two, three, four! - Yoongi signaled and pressed the record button.

Yet again they were in the studio recording a guide for a song.

The producer wasn't sure as of yet where this track will go or even how it will develop further. Maybe it was partially a good excuse to drag the younger in his abode to relish in the velvety flavour of his voice. Once they were done he saved the file and turned his full attention to the younger.

Jimin walked up closer and lifted his hand to grasp and gently tug at locks of his hair.

- It has grown really well, hyung, - he said, looking all over his head. - Suits you so nicely.

- You think so? - he rasped.

He liked it himself a lot.

- Yeah, you're gorgeous, - Jimin all but whispered.

Yoongi felt himself blushing.

Does he have to be so blunt all of a sudden?

- You just like teasing me, Jimin-ah, - he pouted and tried turning away.

He felt a strong urge to work on that track, any track in fact, so he could stop facing this pretty boy giving out compliments like candy.

But he couldn't move a single inch. In a swift motion Jimin grabbed the armrests of his chair to keep it in place.

He moved closer to his ear only to whisper:

- You blush so prettily, hyung. I have to see it closely. Where else do you blush? May I?

Yoongi didn't have to think hard.

He nodded in agreement and soon he felt dainty hands leaving playful touches and unbuttoning his clothes.

Jimin relentlessly teased and rubbed at the silky smooth skin, squeezing in all the right places, keeping his touches gentle but precise. Soon Yoongi had a lapful of the dancer, wriggling to settle comfortably and leaving featherlight kisses all over his neck and jawline.

His arms were circled around the elder's neck, hands playing with long silky locks, tugging and twirling them as he pleased.

- A-ah, Minnie, - he felt short nips on his clavicle and tried to hold himself from full on grinding up to the younger.

He grabbed his slender waist for support and tried to coax Jimin to relocate to the couch but with no avail.

- I'm starting to think you like this chair more than me, darling, - Yoongi grumbled, - If that's the case you can just have it, you know?

- I know, - the other replied instantly and okay, that was so obviously intentional, gods, Yoongi's blood pressure has never been this high.

He wanted to grab his lover in his arms and drag to their bedroom for a week or two.

Jimin leaned back to full on gaze into his hyung’s eyes.

- I do it because every time you come to sit here, right before your mind gets lots in work, I want you to have me in your thoughts. He said it with a beaming smile but his eyes were dead serious.

It was silent for a few moments, which Jimin used to his advantage and kept gently booping the elder's nose with his pointer finger.

- You're so annoying. - Yoongi said with finality.

- I know.

- You're infuriating me, - he whined.

Jimin snorted:

- Oh, I know.

- Every day I suffer because of Park Jimin.

- Must be fate then, - Jimin whispered so close to his lips, breaths mingling.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

The end

[twinkinspector]

(dont mind me putting a drabble in ur inbox happy white day i love u)

As much as Suga loves the little indulgences of a life spent by your side, he wonders if you feel the same. If simply being around him is enough to fill your heart until it bursts.

He could just ask, of course, but that would only make things easy for both of you. 

“Are we together?”

“Isn’t this fun?” 

“Do you love me?”

The questions linger in his mind constantly and when he’s busy, he’s good at tuning them out but right now he can’t seem to quiet them. Frowning despite the happy faces surrounding him and the music in his headphones setting a soundtrack to his shopping trip, he feels conflicted. 

The feelings he has for you are so real they scare him a little bit, the way his chest tightens when you smile unfamiliar but not unwelcome. It just still feels so fresh, he thinks as he sorts through fancy bottles to find the perfect gift for you. You gave him chocolate on Valentine’s Day, it’s only fair that you get your gift too.

Continuing to remove bottles from shelves, he doesn't notice that you are steps next to him, smirking as you shuffle in his direction. Suga jumps a bit as he feels your hand wrap around his bicep, looking down to be greeted with your kind smile and your beautiful eyes.

"Boo," you whisper playfully and he rolls his eyes. Your hand feels at home on him even if he can only feel your touch through one of the tidy button up shirts he wears to work. He places his free hand over the top of yours and squeezes your fingers. “You surprised me,” he responds with a smile and you shrug. “Good thing you’re here, though. Pick out a gift.”

Scoffing, you pull the bottle of overpriced lotion from his hands before putting it back on the shelf. 

“We aren’t going to find anything for me here,” you tease and he pouts. “So let’s go.”

As the two of you walk arm in arm on your way out of the crowded department store, he stops for a moment and lets his brain shut off for a second as he speaks from the heart.

“I love you.”

You grin, squeezing his arm where it’s still in your grip.

“I love you, too.”

ken. kennie. kendall. when i tell you i am crying and sobbing.......

i literally needed this soooo bad. you are the light of my life

suga is the cutest little angel WAAAAAAH i do indeed love him so much

printing this out and taping it to the wall in my brain

[erobret]

@feralweapon asked : "Ya sure know how to kill a man in the most gory way, pigtails." [Logan to Harley, does this count as a compliment?]

❝ AWWW THANKS SUGA ! ❞ a flash of white enamels with a blue-eyed wink . she gave the shorter man a finger gun , ❝ sometimes ya gotta be creative . bashin' faces can get so boring . ❞

❝ surrrrre , there are healthier ways of blowin' off steam ! i've always highly recommended rage rooms --- OH ! ❞ hands clapped with a joyous hop , pigtails bouncing with the movement as she moved forward . fingers wrapped around his biceps as the jester leaned in with a grin , ❝ i should totally take ya to one ! ❞