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realcube · 19 days ago

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AT THE SAME DAMN TIME! *.°★* 。

hot with hq duos !

ft .. all timeskip! hinata + oikawa // osamu + suna // yamaguchi + tsukishima // bokuto + atsumu

tws && tags .. nsfw, vaginal, threeways (mmf). hookups, anal, fingering, breeding k!nk, size k!nk // handjobs, oral (m receiving), praise, general mess // handjob, fingering, anal, degredation, praise // oral (m receiving) , degredation, daddy kink, semi-public sex — minors dni!

HINATA & OIKAWA wanted to have fun together during their time in rio, and naturally, that entailed hitting up local bars and clubs during the night. and who were to condemn them if that led to bringing a sweet girl back to their hotel rooms? it’s part of the culture, after all. however, the issue lay in the fact that they both had their eyes set on the same woman — and neither of them had any intention of compromising.

alas, their joint stubbornness is what led them to their current situation.

the three of you would drunkenly stagger back to their hotel rooms — while they feign being helpful and wrap their arms protectively around your body under the guise of stablising your inebriated form. but in actuality, they were probably far worse off than you, and would often lose their own balance while handling your hips or lower back, which would then lead to you tripping over too.

eventually you reach their hotel rooms, and due to the fact oikawa lost his keycard at some blankened point during their escapade, it was hinata's room that you all ended up stumbling into.

even while on the lively streets or during the brief intermission in the silent elevator together, the three of you were inappropriately close; leaving slopping kisses on any pieces of exposed flesh and grabbing at parts of each other that could only be described as intimate. thankfully most pedestrians were more involved in their own business, and any onlookers that did notice your PDA were far too drunk to care.

and the affection was only accelerated as soon as you stepped foot into the privacy of hinata's hotel room. almost instantly it became a hot mess; an entanglement of limbs and appendages, furiously trying to get as close to each other as possible.

of course they were more focused on you than each other, and you tried to pay them each and equal amount of attention. thus your clothes became the immediate victims of both their scrutinies, and were torn and ripped off your body urgently by the various hands wandering over your supple figure. for the most part, you let your eyes drift shut and your mind cloud over while their big hands saturated your soft skin, occassionally flicking your nipples or pinching your clit. four hands on you at once.

however if you paid attention, you could tell whose hands belonged to whom.

oikawa was positioned closely behind you, to the point where you could find his firm abs against your back and his breath tickling the crook of your neck. his hands were slender and expert, and his touch was far more playful. fondling your tits or teasing your sensitive clit; all of which he would use as fuel for his growing erection, that you could feel growing against your plush thighs, even through the fabric of his pants. whenever he would elicit a cute moan from your pretty lips, you could feel him huff a chuckle into your neck.

hinata's hands were a bit smaller, but much faster and more keen. he was stood in front of you, and seemingly couldn't decide what he wanted to do. he'd engage you for a deep kiss for around ten seconds at a time, and just before it would get too heavy, he pull away to shift his full attention back onto your body. allowing his daring touch to slip behind you and fully grope your ass, or sink between your legs and excitedly finger you. he was a bit erratic, you could never tell what he was going to do next, and you liked that.

this trite foreplay, however sexy, didn't to satiate them for long though. soon, they became hungry for more of your intoxicating figure.

oikawa was the first one to make a move. while you were sandwiched between the boys, hinata's fingers were knuckles' deep inside your hole, thrusting into you over and over, while squelching noises filled the room. his lips were connected your delicate neck and he was sucking harsh hickeys into your skin. that, in combination with oikawa's arms snaked around your waist so he could rub your clit, was enough to have your knees buckling under you and a lewd string of moans pouring from your heart.

since your mind was clouded with pleasure, you hardly noticed the disappearance of oikawa's stiff cock against the back of your thigh. he shifted away slightly, but only so he could pull his cock free from the confines of his pants with one hand. with the other, he gathered all your sticky arousal from your clit and between your thighs, in order to lubricate his dick until it had the perfect glossy sheen. then, without wasting anymore time, he jammed himself right into your tight asshole.

"nghh—fuck— ahh!" you choked out a broken chain of moans and profanities at the abrupt intrusion. although you'd be lying if you said you weren't into it — which you kinda gave away when you began subconciously grinding back against his fat cock, wanting to urge him deeper inside you despite the fiery pain. it stung so good.

"too big for you, huh?" he hums as he peppers soft kisses across your shoulderblade, "sadly we can't all be fun-sized, so you're just gonna have to take it, baby." you can feel him chuckle to himself lightly against you.

"fun-sized." hinata tuts; thankfully he is too drunk to take it personally and will probably forget that snide remark come morning and the memory will be replaced by a splitting headache. still, he felt the bubbling need to impress you and prove himself. plus, he didn't realise he was allowed to insert himself without a condom, but if oikawa was doing it, hinata was sure to dive in as well.

like everything else he does, he was quick to whip his cock out and slip himself between your plush thighs. using the abundant wetness accumulated around your glistening folds to facilitate his enterance into your tight cunt.

"how's that?" he wasn't exactly his 'fun-sized' as oikawa proclaimed, thus taking his entire cock within your homey walls was not easy by any means.

"mmph, too much.." even with all your natural lubrication, you could feel your twitching walls have to stretch and pull to contain him, and he continued to ram his dick right the way inside you.

"c'mon, (y/n). that's it. ta— shit— take it."

but once you finally managed to keep him all inside, it felt ineffably good. both of them would thrust into you at their own pace, angled upwards which led to your tits constantly bouncing at the impact. with both your holes entirely saturated by their thick cocks, there was no spot inside you left unstimulated. hence, it wasn't long before your legs literally gave out from under you, but thankfully you had two pairs of strong arms to hold you and keep you upright for as long as they needed to use you for.

"gunna.. uhh— mph!" you groan. due the mass amounts of overstimulation, it wasn't long before the growing knot in your abdomen erupted all over hinata's dick, and your very first orgasm had you squirting all over his length.

this obscene display, along with your convulsing walls and pornographic moans was enough to fuel his first climax too, and he spilled his hot seed into your constricting cunt. "d—damn, s-so fucking tight!" he pulled out as he did so, hence some of his cum remained deep inside you or plastered to your sticky walls, while some of it painted your folds and dripped onto the hotel floor.

even while all of this was happened, oikawa's steady and rough pace never relented. he continued ploughing into your ass even as hinata stood for a moment to catch his breath and get hard again, but hinata — as well — immediately buried his fingers into your pussy to replace the absense of his dick.

with a bit more longevity, oikawa's first climax occured a few minutes later, as alluded to by his increasingly brutal pace into your puckered hole. basking in the snug cling of your walls, he remained inside you and planted his hearty load deep into your ass.

this warm sensation flooding your insides was enough to prompt your second climax, which had your legs shaking and your holes gripping onto oikawa's dick and hinata's fingers for dear life, rendering both of them unable to move. not that oikawa intended to anyway, he stayed stationary in your ass until you had thoroughly milked him dry, only then did he pull out.

"shit," he heaved.

"ready to go again, pretty?" newly erect hinata asked innocently, subtly aligning himself with your sticky enterance before you even managed to focus your eyes on him.

"shoyo, we'll switch, huh?" oikawa mused, idly rubbing your raw hole with his fingers. hinata nodded at the idea and hurriedly switched places with oikawa.

now in front of you, oikawa admired your fucked-out expression, and your wet lashline, "pretty girl, aren't ya? even after two loads." he pressed his lips againsts yours for a fierce kiss, during which he wraps his arm around your waist and guides you forward, so that you land perfectly on top of him as he stumbles back onto the hotel double bed.

hinata eagerly follows the two of you, and while you are laying on oikawa, he positions his cock by your ass.

after that night, you learned your lesson about getting in bed with olympic level athletes. the expensive booze and nice hotel rooms might be tempting, but their stamina is unmatched — you just about had to open your third eye to be able to keep up!

OSAMU & SUNA hadn't seen each other in so long. hence, when osamu invited suna to visit him back in hyogo, they had a lot to catch up on. due to his busy schedule and distant location, suna wasn't able to visit his hometown very often and shockingly, had never even been to onigiri miya. naturally, that's the first thing osamu wanted to show him when he arrived.

and how could osamu show suna his store without introducing him to his favourite worker?

your knees ached against the cold tiles of the backroom. the bleak, damp area where osamu would keep stacks of crates and cardboard boxes filled with random crap he bought in bulk — it was cramped and there wasn't enough room to swing a cat, but you make it work.

osamu and suna stood over you, gazing down in amusement as they watched you eagerly pump their fat cocks with each of your hands, simultaneously. your face wound in concentration, as your head bobbed back and forth between the two men's dicks; either licking the tip or taking a substantial amount into your mouth for a quick suck, then hastily retreating and servicing the other — lest either of them feel neglected.

but they could count on the fact that each time you'd give their girthy shaft a lick or pop their buldging tip into your mouth, your gaze would promptly flicker up to their faces, seeking approval in the form of a smile or a nod or a moan.

it was disgustingly cute how desperate you were for validation.

osamu even aknowledged your attention-seeking with a low chuckle, rasping out in a hushed voice, cautious not to let slip a moan from your furious hand-work on his cock, "good girl, ain't she?" even as he spoke to suna, he's eyes never parted from your needy figure below him.

and suna was the same; entirely fixated on you as he gritted, "y—yeah.." when you switched to licking his length and lapping up the salty precum leaking from his tip, he leaned down and cupped your chin with his strong hands, "mgh— fuck. can i- take her home?" what was supposed to be light-hearted joke, came out more as a staggered breath. a plea, even.

osamu tangled his fingers into your hair, and used his grip on your head to slowly guide you back towards his cock, smiling warmly as you gracious accept his whole length in your mouth again and begin frantically sucking. "hm, how's that sound, (y/n)?" he hums, greyed eyes locked with yours, "wanna go home with suna?"

he pushes you even further into his cock, and they both chuckle under their breath when you try to respond but all that ends up coming out is a muffled 'mmph!'

however, the vibrations of your lips against his cock are enough to send him hurtling over the fast-approaching edge, and osamu reaches his climax while buried in your mouth. just as he tips into his high, the waves of sharp bliss coarsing through him causes him to relax his grip on your hair, allowing you to finally jerk backwards and gasp for air.

although, these two occurences happening in tandem only leads to a sticky mess. his first couple spurts splash all over the lower part of your face, from your upper lip to your chin, and thus dripping down onto the breast area of your origiri miya uniform. as you continue to pump both their cock's with your tight-fists, any cum after that was angled directly into your agape mouth, to prevent any further disarray.

but what you weren't prepared for, was this obscene sight to cause suna to reach his own orgasm shortly after. so while you are still focused on osamu and trying to lick his tip clean of any remnants, suna — with nothing but a muted groan for a warning — furiously ejaculates all over the side of your face and hair, making you even messier.

being the behaved girl osamu trained you to be, you pumped him through his orgasm too and tried to gather as much of his bitter seed in your mouth as you could, but your efforts were in vain. you had been completed soiled with their sticky cum, and once he had finished, you had to wipe it away from your eyes before you even dared look up at them both.

their loads mixed together on your bruised lips and chin, stained your previously prisitine work shirt, and dripped from the loose strands of your hair. they had left you entirely dishevelled; it was so hot.

"what a cute mess." osamu wipes a bit of his semen off your chin, and held his finger in front of your mouth. you promptly opened up and licked it clean, a small whine escaping as you do so. "good girl. think you can go again?"

you pout up at him, silently, and osamu stroked your cum-stained cheek, while suna slumps against the wall and tries to catch his breath, "c'mon, suna won't be here for long. he's going home on friday." osamu bargains, but you don't seem to waver at that. so instead, he propositions, "i'll buy your favourite pretzels next time i go to the wholesaler."

now that piques your interest, and you nod enthusiastically to show your agreement. at which, he bend over and places a firm kiss against your forehead, while cupping your chin, "there's my angel." he rasps, "my employee of the month."

YAMAGUCHI & TSUKISHIMA paid extra to be roommates in college. little did they know, the fee they paid only guaranteed that they would be put in a room together, and not that no one else will be in their dorm with them. and that's how they met you.

thankfully you were chill though, the three of you got on quite well. there were two rooms in the flat — tsukki and yams shared one, and you got the other one. another girl was supposed to move into your room but she ended up dropping out. which was probably for the best, another person's presence might've disturbed the very delicate relationship the three of you have.

which basically means, the two of them are bests friend and they both think they are fucking you behind the other's back.

you knew you were into both of them at the same time, and at any point you could've pulled the plug on the whole charade and come clean, but you love the thrill of it. how tsukishima would ghost his fingers over your clit under the table while you all ate dinner together. or how you'd attempt the world's fastest quickie with yamaguchi whenever tsukishima would step outside of the flat for ten minutes to smoke. and how your heart would race in your chest as you both are half-naked, scrambling to get your clothes on when you could hear tsukishima's keys jaggling in the door.

thankfully you made it just in time, and tsukishima was way too tired to notice that you were wearing a karasuno hoodie and yamaguchi was wearing your lace cami.

regardless, you managed to keep this ploy going for almost a year. but as they say, all good things must come to an end. and that day came in the form of the night after your final exam for the semester, and the three of you were celebrating by boozing in your flat.

you started in the kitchen, making all sorts of concoctions out of the drinks you had splurged on. every single thing you made tasted vile and had around 60% alcohol content. you'd throw a splash of orange juice into a jug of everclear, pour into fancy glasses and call that a cocktail. cheers!

next, you migrated to their bedroom to do shots off the radiator. truthfully, you all calmed down a bit by then. each of them were sat on their own beds, and you were sprawled on the floor in the centre. you each had your own beverage and would sip it casually while recollecting on this last semester at college.

finally, once it got dark outside, you stumbled into the living room and plopped yourselves down in front of the tv to watch the bachelor and play a drinking game. however, around three episodes in, you were all so wasted you could hardly look at any more alochol, and were more absorbed into the show.

or, at least, they were. you were in a predicament. sandwiched between two cute guys on the couch, but if you were to make a move on one of them, the other would undoubtedly notice and that would spoil your entire shenanigan that you spend the whole year honing.

but fortunately, you were far too drunk to care.

without thinking much of it, your left hand moved slyly, hidden under the dark, towards yamaguchi's elastic waistband, playing with his drawstrings idly. his uncertain gaze met your own — and if it wasn't for the fact his better judgement was nullified, he would've immediately jolted away from this situation. but for some reason, he stayed docile and doting as you slipped your hand into his trousers to handle his hastily growing erection.

your eyes remain locked to each other, until tsukishima must've finally noticed the suspicious motion out of the corner of his eye, as he sits upright and yells, "what the hell are you—" evidently he was going to call to question you pumping his best friend right beside him on the couch, but you were quick to shut him up by snaking your other arms behind his neck and pulling him in close for a passionate kiss.

he's stiff and apprehensive at first, but it doesn't take long for him to melt into your touch, and your kiss gets so heated you're basically moaning into each other, lips weaving together fiercely and only parting for brief gasps for air.

of course yamaguchi noticed this too, but he was so out of it, he couldn't find it in himself to care — with the fuzzy drunk feeling, and the salacious stimulation from the friction of your palms against his cock, he was on cloud 9 and there was nothing that could bring him down. if anything, the sight of you and his best friend making out only turned him on more.

tsukishima's hands began to wander as you kissed; fondling your tits and pulling the neckline of you tanktop down so he could roll your pebbled nippled between his fingers. "tsukki.." you whined into his mouth, and he only glared down at you through his foggy glasses. "i need you inside me.."

before tsukishima had a chance to respond, yamaguchi must've overheard your request and thought it was directed at him, as he grabbed you by your hips and lifted you onto his lap, where his firm cock stood against his abdomen. you squealed slightly as this happened and held onto tsukki's shoudler for stability.

momentarily, their goals aligned simultaneously and both of their hands gripped onto the top of your pyjama pants and began tugging them down urgently; tsukishima working on getting your right leg out while yamaguchi did your left. and before you knew it, your bottom half was entirely bare as you were slumped back on yamaguchi's lap.

you could feel the imprint of yamaguchi's dick on your lower back and it was incredibly stiff. it was a miracle he had the patience to reach forward and massage your damp folds. tsukishima did something similar. he was sat beside you and it didn't take long before you both started kissing again, but this time it was less feverish and more gentle, fleeting even. and his fingers were glued to your cunt too, but unlike yamaguchi, he was nothing but an agitator. he'd pinch your clit and tug at your labia and tease your sopping hole, all while chuckling lowly into the kiss whenever he would elicit any kind of irritated reaction from you.

"ow, kei.." you moaned.

yamaguchi also noted what his friend was doing and huffed, "leave her alone, tsukki.. be gentle.." you pout and gently nod in agreement with yamaguchi's statement, and tsukishima simply rolls his eyes.

in contrast to his previous proclaimation, yamaguchi utilises his hold on your hips to hover you over his lap slightly, allowing him enough space to navigate his cock towards your puckered asshole. you're so absorbed in your kiss with tsukishima and his fiendish touches on your cunt that you don't realise what yamaguchi is doing until he's already sunk his throbbing tip into your hole.

your face contorts to reflect the lewd stretching sensation he's brought upon you and a whiny moan is ripped out of your throat. " ta— adashi!"

tsukishima is able to infer what's happened from your shriek-like moaning, and an amused smirk spreads across his lips, "what happened to being gentle?" he commented sarcastically, and you're too overcome by the conjestive sensation of yamaguchi's cock worming into your tight ass to even bother pay tsukki any mind. but tadashi did glare daggers at him on your behalf.

yamaguchi cradles your waist in his hands and tenderly rubs your supple skin, attempting to relax you to aid your hole accepting the rest of his length. "almost there, that's it." he muses quietly into your ear as you slowly fit more of him inside you. and with one last deep breath, you're able to reach his base. "there we go." yamaguchi praises.

"ngh!" you groan in triumph, chest heaving at the mental energy took just to try fight against your restrictive walls. but oh, it felt so rewarding to win.

tsukishima clicked his tongue, leaning back against the couch while his hand lazily made it's way between your thighs and inserted it's digits into your slobbering hole. so wet that your juices were foaming around his knuckles, as he curled them inside your pussy.

although he was silently jealous that yamaguchi was the one who was balls-deep in you, he couldn't falt his friend for taking the initiative. plus, it meant he got the pleasure of watching the erotic show that was your facial expressions while trying to take dick; your eyes would screw shut and your pretty lips would press together in discomfort, and your perky tits would bounce around when you would constantly shift yourself to angle his cock better inside you, but clearly all your efforts were futile.

but now yamaguchi wasn't doing anything. he wasn't taking advantage of the oppertunity like he should be. he just laid there like a dead-fish, in tsukishima's eyes. but what kei wasn't seeing, was how yamaguchi was revelling in the unreal sensation of your ass clinging onto him. even without stimulation it was enough to get him off and get him high.

but tsukishima was just bored. even if his fingers were buried in your cunt and your lips were peppering kisses on his neck. so he had nothing better to do than turn the tv back on with his spare hand.

and that's how the three of you spent a considerable portion of the night — with your ass cockwarming yamaguchi's throbbing erection, and tsukishima's fingers terrorising your poor pussy.

and of course the next morning was spent cleaning absurd amount of alochol, cum squirt and other bodily fluids off a couch that didn't belong to you.

BOKUTO & ATSUMU were both slumped on the bench after a long day of training with the MSBY jackals. it was especially intense and laborious today as they have a big game tomorrow, so the pressure is truly on. the two of them were both sat, sipping their water bottles and cooling down while talking about their upcoming match, until their assistant manager approached them.

"how are you feeling about tomorrow, guys?" you ask cheerily, holding their volleyball under your arm.

they glance nervously between each other; a strange sight from two men who are usually confident and upbeat. "uh.." atsumu starts, avoiding eye-contact by means of looking anywhere else.

"could be better." bokuto finishes his teammate's sentence with an awkwardly wide smile.

"awh, yeah. it's a lot of pressure, huh?" you chirp, and if it were coming from anyone but you, it would probably be patronising. with an innocent tilt of your head, you inquire, "anything i can do to help take away some of the stress?"

bokuto and atsumu both stare up at you with wide-eyes, and then turn to each other in unison.

what you had in mind was more to do with preparing their meals or helping them take their equitment to their car, but their idea works too.

in the jackals changing room, they had you bend over in between them. bokuto was sloppily pounding into your pussy with his monster cock while you were leaned over just enough that you were able to suck atsumu's dick at the same time.

at first it was a very strenous position, but eventually they ended up doing all the work. your knees just about went limp as soon as bokuto jammed his full length into your wet cunt, so he had his arm hooked under your abdomen to hold you up. to the point where your feet were basically hovering milimeters above the ground.

meanwhile, atsumu kept a firm grip on your hair and ensured you were slurping up every last inch of his cock. he'd grind into your face, enthralled by the way you were forced to deepthroat him and would moan lewdly into his base, "shit! good girl." he roared in pleasure. and since he towered over you, he was easily able to lean over and plant a harsh smack on your ass, with a hearty chuckle.

bokuto watched the jiggle and with a goofy smile plastered on his face, "yeah, good girl," he repeated, landing another spank right on your other ass cheek. however, he doesn't know his own strength at times and his slap actually stung, which caused you to instinctually gasp with atsumu's cock in your mouth.

and that really seemed to do it for him.

"what a naughty slut for daddy, huh?" he gritted, cradling your chin in his hands, "tryin' to impress me or something?"

tears prick at your lashline as you gaze up at him innocently. but there's nothing innocent about the way he shoves his cock into your mouth, or the way your tits sway as bokuto thrusts manically into your pussy.

"nasty bitch.. wanna impress me?" something about the way you feign purity really turns him on though, and that's what prompts him to keep an iron hold on your hair, even as he reaches his climax. "swallow it all like a good whore." he grits with a crazed smile. groans stumble off his tongue as spurts of his hot cum lauch down your throat, and you do what your told and swallow it all, not that you're given much of a choice.

"y-yeah.. just like that. fuck yeah, drink it all up, (y/n). drink it up for daddy." he grumbles with his head tossed back in ecstasy. all the while, bokuto is still relentlesly piercing into your tight cunt, basically splitting you in half with both his pace and his length. the twitching veins of his cock rub deliciously against your spongy walls, and are sure to send you over the edge any second n—

"uh, excuse me."

hm. perhaps it was due to atsumu's obnoxiously vocal orgasm, or bokuto's loud and passionate moans, or perhaps the sheer volume of the squelching noise eminating from your soaked pussy, but none of you were able to hear sakusa approaching and entering the msby jackal changing room.

thus, he was stood awkwardly by the enterance, staring at your current circumstance.

"uh, kiyoomi.." atsumu heaves, trying to focus his eyes after the post-orgasmic haze. "want to join?"

"always room for another bro." bokuto chimes in with a innocuous smile.

sakusa shuffles his feet slightly, wavering between staying and confronting the situation or just heading straight for the door like this gut wanted him to. but when he catches a glimpse of your cute face, still stuffed with atsumu's cock, and your ass in the air, grinding against bokuto's chest, that is enough to win him over.

"sure.."

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whenikissedthegiyuu · 7 months ago

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Kinktober 2024

Choking w/ Sano Manjirou/Mikey

word count 1.3k

18+ mdni. fem!reader, smut, choking, jealous mikey, kinda mean mikey, oral sex (f receiving), orgasm denial, begging, mentions of fingering, set in the final timeline (we deserved more motorcycle racer mikey), pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart), written in 2nd pov

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You were mad. Mikey was not a jealous or possessive man, on the contrary, he was so secure when it came to your relationship, whenever someone flirted with you he would laugh as he watched you reject them.

You were soulmates, he said once, his face and tone serious as if he truly believed it he was meant to be yours in this and every lifetime.

Yet here he was, at Takemitchi and Hinata’s wedding, making a scene because after his last race, Hanma had hugged you for a moment too long. He had been hired to take a few pictures of Mikey before and after the race, and since you became good friends in his time in Toman, you hung out with him during the race.

It had been a week. You hadn’t realized it at the time, hoping Mikey didn’t see it to avoid an unnecessary fight, but you realized throughout the week that something was bothering your boyfriend.

He had acted like he didn’t notice Hanma’s fingers lingering on your waist before completing pulling away from you. He acted like he didn’t remember the complete asshole Hanma was in all the previous timelines. He acted like he didn’t nearly bend you over his bike just so he made it clear to the taller man that you were his.

Until the wedding came. Hanma found you in the crowd when he was about to leave the party, saying goodbye to Mikey with a handshake before turning to you and engulfing you in a hug. He pulled away quicker than last weekend, however his hands still lingered on your waist as he told you how beautiful you looked.

What made him snap was the way your cheeks flushed at the compliment, as if you liked it. By some miracle Takemichi had been passing by, he grabbed Mikey just in time to prevent a scene. He managed to drag your boyfriend away before anyone noticed Hanma nearly was hauled away in an ambulance.

You caught up with them just outside the door. Watching Takemichi whispering furiously at him, Mikey glaring at him until he turned away. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh. Takemichi turned around to rejoin the party. You gently squeezed his arm as he walked by and congratulated him again on his wedding,

Mikey didn’t acknowledge that he heard you come outside. He simply paused for a moment before stomping toward his car.

The silence had you on edge. You were furious that he nearly ruined his best friend’s wedding, but at the same time you were upset that he thought you would betray him like that. He was proud, you knew he wouldn’t say anything, so you decided to speak up once you were inside the apartment and he was behind you locking the door.

“Hanma is just a friend, Mikey.” You dropped your purse on the couch, then bent down to slip your heels off. You held the straps in your hand and faced the raven haired man. “I can’t believe you were about to punch him because he said I looked pretty today. Mitsuya and Sanzu complimented me too. Were you about to punch them too?”

“It’s not the same and you damn well know it.” He snapped.

Your head spun when Mikey’s fingers curled around your throat, pushing you until your back hit the wall. You gasped as the dull pain spread on your back. You were surprised that you had to use all your strength to keep your eyes from rolling back into your skull. The grip on your shoes loosened and they fell to the floor with a thud.

“I love you, Manjirou. Not him.”

His gaze darkened. Arousal pooled between your legs as his voice deepened. “You just had to see how gorgeous you looked when you blushed, princess. You could practically see the lewd thoughts he had in that moment, how many positions he imagined you in. He didn’t even try to hide it, not even because I was standing right fucking there.”

His fingers slightly tightened and your hand darted up to wrap your fingers around his wrist. He blinked once, then looked down at your hand. His lips parted, letting out a soft breath before he let go of your neck and taking a step back. He met your gaze again, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

Oh. He thought you didn’t like it, that you were pushing him off.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so–“

You pulled him forward by his tie, reaching for his hand and pushing it beneath the slit in your dress, pressing his fingertips to the front of your panties. “Don’t be.”

His eyes darkened, his eyebrow raising in surprise. “Did you like his attention that much?”

He was taunting you. You almost got whiplash from how suddenly his demeanor changed.

You shook your head. You let go of his tie, reaching for his other hand to bring it up to your neck. “I liked this.” His fingers twitched, then he pressed down firmer.

“You like that?” His grip tightened, your eyes fluttering shut at the limited supply of oxygen. His fingers pushed your panties to the side and collected the wetness in your folds before teasing your entrance, barely dipping his fingers in. “Don’t tell me you’re this wet just from being choked?”

Your thighs pressed together and trapped his hand between them. He pulled you forward, his thumb moving to tilt your chin upwards. His lips curled into a smirk.

He bent down to throw you over his shoulder, slapping your ass before holding onto your legs as he carried you to your room. He threw you down onto the bed, watching as you bounced on the mattress before climbing beside you. He easily discarded your dress and slid down between your legs.

A choked moan escaped you when his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking the hardened nub before flicking it with his tongue. He held your thigh up, resting his head on the other. He looked up to see your head thrown back and your hands searching blindly for the back of his head. Your fingers found his hair and you gripped it tightly between them, pulling him closer.

He let you push your hips down onto his tongue, he let you set the pace to search for your climax. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around your throat, fingertips pressing into the sides until you moaned and your thighs trembled around his head.

He knew you were nearing your orgasm. Your legs struggled to stay open, your fingers dug into the back of his head, your eyes wouldn’t stay focused on his. He wanted as your mouth fell open and pulled back, making sure to keep his hand on your neck as he moved up and pushed you to lay on your back.

His fingers spread the mix of your wetness and his spit on your lower lips, then he circled your clit. You tried to reach for his wrist, to hold it still and grind against his palm, only to earn yourself a warning squeeze on your neck and a slap on your pussy. Your walls clenched and your mouth fell open.

“Please, please.” The plea fell from your lips, begging for mercy as you slowly reached for his hand again. “I just– just wanna ride your fingers, baby. You don’t have to do anything, I’ll do all the work.”

He groaned. “Did you just beg to ride my fingers, princess?”

He tapped your clit twice, then moved down to collect your wetness with his fingertips. Any punishment he wanted to inflict on you went out the window.

“Fuck, yes. Come here, sweetheart.” He was already sitting up and pulling you onto his lap, his hand disappearing between your legs again. “I want to watch you come all over my fingers.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers fic #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #sano manjiro #mikey x reader #sano manjiro x reader #kinktober 2024

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educatedsimps · 11 months ago

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— "best brother ever!" tiktok trend with hq men

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hq character x gn!reader

a/n: just some more crack filled headcanons while i churn out the rest of the requests 🫡 saw a vid of someone doing this and i was thinking of how the hq characters would react to it LOL hope you enjoyy

cw: fluff, humour, swearing oops, mild suggestiveness towards the end ?

The trend:

"Babe, come 'ere!"

Curious, your boyfriend stepped into the living room where you had your camera set up on a tripod pointing towards you. When he reached your side, you pointed at the camera and explained, "We're gonna do a tiktok trend so just stand here, okay?"

He nodded, before smiling a little and waving at the camera.

Grabbing onto his waist protectively, you spoke to the camera. "If you wanna get to him, you're gonna have to get through me first."

Then you leaned up and kissed him on the lips. He smiled into the kiss, happily kissing you back. Pulling away, you gave him a side hug and turned to the camera, dropping the bomb with a shit eating grin on your face.

"Best brother ever!!"

The reaction:

atsumu and oikawa would scream. and i mean scream. like they're in a horror movie or smth "AYO WHAT THE FUCK???" with all the dramatic facial expressions and hand gestures like bro shut up my eardrums are gonna explode 💀

tanaka, nishinoya and bokuto are the slow processors. they'd just keep smiling and would only get it right before you stop the video. he's HORRIFIED and whipping his head at you like "WHAT DID YOU SAYYY" you cannot stop laughing and poor guy's probably traumatised.

kageyama, hinata and ushijima would be confused. like "why'd you say that? i'm not your brother" or even better, "you don't have a brother" and you'll be looking at the camera like jim from the office like does he not get it ?? 😭💀

akaashi and shirabu would stand there staring at you with the most incredulous look on his face. he'd lowkey be judging you and be like "wHat..." sorry babe it's just a prank 🥰

semi would choke on his laughter and shove you away saying stfu but he'd be laughing about it and he'd probably help you post it afterwards. this man is so... HAHAHAHA i love him 😂

sakusa would also shove you away saying stfu but he's lunging to grab the phone so you can't post it (you'll still post it anyway LOL)

tsukki is all three of the above. would look at you with the MOST JUDGY face on earth before shoving you out of the camera frame saying stfu

kenma, osamu and suna would have the most DISGUSTED look on his face and you can't help but laugh at how his face is scrunched up and pinched together

kita would have the most disappointed look on his face like you'd honestly regret doing the tiktok (it's still funny tho. 10/10 would post)

iwaizumi would freeze, slowly turn to you and stare at you with the same face he made when oikawa asked him "iwa-chan, are you my mom?" HAHAHAHSJHJVF GOODBYE

daichi and suga would be like "bruh". nothing else. just pure "bruh" 😐

matsukawa, hanamaki and kuroo WOULD GO ALONG WITH IT HAHAHAHA "yeah best lil sis/bro ever" AND THEN KISS YOU ON CAMERA AGAIN, EVEN DEEPER THIS TIME 💀 then you'd collapse laughing together

tendō would turn his head, look at you with a loving smile and say "what the fuck did you just say?"

asahi would not know how to respond so he's just standing there looking between you and the camera like "huh..."

futakuchi "this ain't alabama, babe..."

extra thoughts!

after you record all that, iwaizumi and akaashi (he a freaky one 👀) will smirk, smack ur ass and say "best little sibling ever" before kissing u deep 🫶 do what you will with that information

also if tsukki was in a good mood, he'd prolly play along but in the most sarcastic way possible HAHAHA like "yeah, best little sibling ever" before kissing you out of frame lol

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helioswritings · 11 months ago

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“Hey,” Hinata asks you one day, as you both sit on the bed in your dorm, “have you ever been kissed?”

The sudden question startles you, causing you to raise your eyebrows at him. “Huh? What brought this on?”

He shrugs. “Eh, Atsumu talks about kissing sometimes. I’ve never done it.”

“I haven’t either.” You tell him a little quietly. It’s always been a spot of insecurity with you, your lack of experience, especially since people say college is supposed to be the perfect place to experiment and have fun.

You haven’t done any of that, and the only person you hang out with regularly is Hinata, and he’s not too keen on partying either.

“Maybe we should.” Hinata says, a bit obviously.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, okay Hinata. Let me know when you find someone, and then come back and set me up too.”

He nudges you playfully. “No, I mean maybe we should. You and I. Kiss.”

Feeling like you’re dreaming, you pinch yourself a bit, then turn to him with wide eyes when you don’t wake up. “You want to…kiss each other? Why?”

“Practice.” The tone in his voice indicates that it should’ve been obvious to you, but you’re still not convinced you haven’t been asleep or in a coma.

But on the other hand, he’s right. And practice is good, because it’s be embarrassing if you didn’t know how to kiss. No other reason.

You set your textbook down and turn your body towards Hinata. “Okay. You’re right. Lay one on me.”

“Me? Why don’t you do it?”

“It was your idea.”

“But I don’t know how!”

“Neither do I!”

It takes about ten minutes of bickering and researching on the internet for the two of you to figure out what to do. It makes you feel a little silly, looking up how to kiss, but Hinata is looking at you with a fierce determination in his eyes that only rivals the look he puts on when he’s playing volleyball.

“Okay, are you ready?”

He doesn’t really give a response, as it were, he just…kisses you. He’s not bad, if you were being honest, not that you have anything to compare it to.

The two of you kiss for what feels like ages and when you pull away, Hinata’s face is flushed.

“I think we need to do it again.” He tells you. And you agree.

***

It becomes a thing. The kissing. Every time Hinata is over, he always wants to kiss. And you don’t argue! You like it, you do. But it’s also been stirring up feelings in your chest.

You know you like Hinata, you’ve always liked Hinata. You’re of the opinion that someone would have to be an idiot to not like him. But the fact remains that you don’t know how much longer you can take all of the kissing without shaking him so hard his brain falls out of his ears.

Like now. You’re kissing and his hands are sitting very politely on your waist, occasionally twitching and causing you to laugh because it tickles. Your hands are on his cheeks. The swelling in your chest is almost painful.

You pull away from the kiss abruptly and Hinata frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“I understand for the first time. Maybe the second and third, too. But it’s been weeks since then, and we kiss almost every day.”

“I thought that’s what people who date do.” He tells you, a bit confused.

“What do you mean by that, Hinata?” You feel a bit dizzy.

“Aren’t we?”

“No! I don’t think so?”

You think back to every interaction you’ve had over the past few weeks, and more and more the pieces start clicking.

“Oh my god.”

Hinata hands you some water.

You take it, still a bit thrown. You’ve been dating him for ages.

“Can we kiss now?”

He’s lucky you don’t throw him out the window.

#helios library #fandom☀️: haikyuu #char☀️: hinata shoyo #haikyuu x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #sunbathing with: hinata

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gainahan · 1 year ago

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naruto driving headcanons

Naruto - definitely not licensed. debatable whether he actually knows which one is the brake pedal. as long as Sakura is alive he will not be allowed behind the wheel of a car. unknowable/10

Sasuke - also not technically licensed, but all things considered a pretty decent driver. probably started driving well before he was legally old enough to. 7.5/10

Sakura - road rage extraordinaire. swears up and down she goes the speed limit but in truth goes at minimum 10 over. “speed limit is a suggestion” more like speed limit is a challenge. at the very least she gets them where they need to go. 5.5/10

Sai - never learned to drive until he met team 7. between Naruto and Sakura’s influences, he won’t be getting licensed for at least the next 6 years. good luck/10

Shikamaru - truly cannot be arsed. if asked to drive he claims to not have a license, but he definitely does. another unknowable/10 but I like to think in a pinch he’d be pretty good at it.

Choji - reliable driver but has a tendency to be late. gets stressed out when he has more than a few passengers. 6/10

Ino - wants to be a passenger princess soo badly. unfortunately for her, she’s the best on her team. being good at driving is her curse. woefully, 10/10

Kiba - team 8’s designated driver, believe it or not. he is…not good at it, per se, but better than the rest of them. having two sets of eyes on the road tends to help. 6.5/10

Hinata - gets so stressed out she forgets how to brake. she’ll be white knuckling the wheel going 50 in a residential while her passengers pray for their lives in the backseat. -2/10 her dad’s insurance is through the roof

Shino - morally opposed to driving. he hasn’t confirmed why but the running theory is that a swarm of his bugs faceplanted into the windshield once and traumatized him. unknowable/10

Neji - doesn’t believe in right-of-way. refuses to use his mirrors. whole heartedly believes he is god’s gift to the interstate. by some miracle has never gotten into a crash, but if any of his passengers are sensible people he is banned from the wheel. 0/10

Tenten - makes Sakura’s road rage look like divinely inspired patience. honestly she’s not even mad she just enjoys it. has to be actively talked down from brake checking people. banned from the wheel 0/10

Lee - while technically a perfect driver (obeys every speed limit, never makes an illegal turn, maneuvers like butter), having him in the front seat is such an intolerable experience he’s also banned from the wheel. those unfortunate enough to have witnessed it don’t speak of their experience, but rumors involve something along the lines of a custom-made Gai inspirational quotes driving playlist. 0/10

Temari - grew up driving her brothers around. Absolutely hates it. when she’s in a car she’s got her feet up on the dashboard and always has the aux. if she were to drive again, 9.5/10

Gaara - an…extremely calm, level headed driver? side effect of RBF is that everyone is always waiting for him to snap and run someone over. he never has. probably listens to calming classical music or something while in traffic jams. 10000/10

Kankuro - I find it funny to believe he’s the actual passenger princess. unknowable/10

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blockedbykei · 9 months ago

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pls do a pt.2 of your dad!tsukki x manager!reader fic🥺

im begggggginnnggggg you🙏🙏🧎🧎🧎

welcome to the dad!tsukki & hoshi series hehe thank u for this request <3

"hoshi, do you remember any of their names?"

she sits between kei's legs with her thumb in her mouth, despite being already four years old. your question makes her look up at you, dirty blonde hair falling down her shoulders, free from kei's horrible attempt at a ponytail. he's yet to learn.

hoshi looks at the people in front of her— hinata, kageyama, yamaguchi, yachi; the seniors unable to visit due to busy schedules. but you were more than happy to see your old classmates visit hoshi as much as they could.

"uncle yamaguchi," she babbles, pointing at him. yamaguchi beams, tears welling up at his eyes. you see tsukishima rolls his own. "why does he have green hair?"

kei hoists her up to sit her properly at his lap. she squeals, sinking deeper into him. he pulls her thumb out of her mouth and says: "because he's very– uh, colorful. he likes to color his hair."

"can i do it with crayons?" she looks up at him. you almost laugh at the way kei stammers with an answer; he was always one to have immediate sarcastic remarks, but he was only recently getting used to control them in front of his daughter.

"no, sweetheart. don't put crayons into your hair."

"why's he orange?" she points to hinata. his eyes widen, a wide smile beginning to form on his elated face. he crouches closer to little hoshi and places a hand on her head, petting her.

"i'm ginger, little tsukki! very rare."

"okay, uncle boke."

kageyama laughs, a roaring guffaw that spreads to hoshi's cheeks and, in return, makes her laugh too. kei fights the urge to laugh as well, his shoulders shaking as he gripped hoshi's shoulders a little tighter.

and you, even if it would make you laugh if it had been any one else's child, break a small smile and bend to look at hoshi.

"we can't say that word, hoshi bug." you scold softly, taking her little hand into yours. but she smiles, dimples forming at the sides of her stretched mouth.

"his name is not boke?"

a giggle slips past kei's lips. you look at him reprimandingly. "no. his name is hinata," he tells her, taking her wrists in each hand and shaking them. "you can play with him and take his money."

"what are you teaching our child, kei?"

"what about her?" hoshi looks at yachi. "auntie yachi?"

"i feel old with auntie," she murmurs, pushing her hair behind her ears. "do you wanna sit on my lap, hoshi-chan? you cute, cute babygirl?"

hoshi excitedly pushes herself off kei's lap and tackles yachi, who gladly accepts her with open arms. kei pouts, leaning back to rest his body on you as he watches her sit on yachi's thigh.

then, when she's settled, hoshi looks up at kageyama, who stares blankly down at her with a pocky in his mouth. hoshi's smile fades, her eyebrows pinching together, sinking into yachi's arms, and her bottom lip begins to wobble.

she cries.

kageyama is taken aback at the sudden emotion, confusion taking over his face at the sound of distraught wails. kei is quick to take hoshi back in his arms, rocking her and shushing her.

you look at kageyama in shock. "what'd you do?!"

"did you stare at her weird? did you glare at her? did you curse her or something?" hinata inches closer to him, his tone threatening between hoshi's sobs. kei runs her fingers through her tangled hair, placing pecks on her sweating forehead.

"i- i don't know! i just looked at her and she cried!"

"you're not cut out for kids," you sigh. hoshi begins to settle down within kei's grasp, little hiccups leaving her swollen mouth. yamaguchi passes you a milk carton that you open and hand to her that she happily took. "come here, sweetheart."

as kei carefully sets her on your lap, he turns to face kageyama with an angry look, his eyebrows furrowed and mouth twisted into a frown. "i will bully you. you hear me? i will make the rest of your career miserable."

"i don't like him," hoshi mumbles into your shirt, taking another sip at the paper straw. kei sits back on the couch and sneers at kageyama.

"we don't. he's officially banned at our house."

"kei," you reprimand. "it's probably not his fault. he just has a very unappealing face."

"unappealing is too much. scary is fine," kageyama pouts. "hoshi? can i- can i hold her and say sorry?"

"no."

"kei," you say again, warningly.

"fine." he grumbles. "hoshi, do you want to go look at him?"

hoshi peeks under your arm, looking at kageyama with one eye who gives her a probably forced, awkward smile, as his lips never tilted upwards but in a vertical line. she takes another sip, before pushing your arm off her and walking towards him.

"i'm sorry, little hoshi," kageyama bows his head. "i'll buy you as many milk as you want."

at this, hoshi beams and looks back, her hand fiddling with the end of her dress and looks at kei. "i like him, papa. can i get his money, too?"

"you can take everyone's money."

you kick at his foot. "stop spoiling her."

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haikyu-mp4 · 1 year ago

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Proud captain

word count; 801 – gn!reader, set during Yamaguchi's third year

Not usually favouring sports, you’re in the journalism club to make use of your great eye for design and writing. After watching one of your school’s volleyball team’s official games last season, you took notice of the boring brochures they handed out with the players’ information. You hadn’t yet chosen what to do for your project this semester and decided to lend your talents to making a better representation of the team’s charms and talents. What you didn’t expect to get out of the project was a date.

You received permission from their coach and captain and set up some equipment to take your photos in a room adjacent to the gym during practice. Hopefully, you can encourage them all to pose confidently. In order to not disturb their whole practice, you ask one grade to join you at a time, starting with the first-years and ending with the third-years. Good luck!

The first- and second-years were easy to hype up as if they weren’t excited enough already to go to Karasuno. All the crows gave you their best poses and you were pretty content by the time you got to the third-years.

You started with the most impatient ones, chuckling softly at how Kageyama and Hinata bickered with each other. Then Tsukishima would make a rude comment behind you and you couldn’t help but laugh even more. Overall a very good time. By the time you got to Yamaguchi, Kageyama and Hinata had gone back to practice. Yamaguchi looked nervously at his best friend, cursing him mentally when the tall blonde just barely smirked and excused himself before leaving.

“You ready, captain?” you asked, flashing him a sweet smile.

“I think so,” he said with a nervous chuckle, walking over to the spot while twiddling his thumbs. “Not that anyone will be looking at me with a team like mine,” he added under his breath. It was supposed to reflect how much he appreciated his teammates but ended up exposing how he worried about not standing out instead.

“Try to look confident.” You made a thinking face, but lifted the camera anyway, wanting to see how he posed naturally before making any assumptions.

He didn’t look that confident. Maybe he had been before, but after seeing his friends’ strong statures, the excitement slowly wore off. After a couple of shots where he admittedly looked a bit awkward, you smiled softly at him and put the camera down. However, you didn’t even get to say something before he sighed. “I want to look like the captain,” he complained, looking determined and dejected at the same time, which you found quite impressive. “Proud and level-headed.” His mind went to Daichi and Ennoshita, and how they always trusted both themselves and the team enough to be strong captains.

“But you are the captain. A very handsome captain, if my opinion matters,” you said, butterflies in your stomach as a light pink flush blended with his freckles. “You’re the best pinch server Karasuno has and one of the best they ever had from what I heard.”

“You think I’m h-handsome?” he asked, biting the inside of his lip.

“Obviously! I’ve watched some of your games, now try to imagine how it feels when you send those cool serves that totally throw off the other team. The whole crowd erupts in loud cheers and your team cheers in relief as you get them ahead one point after another.” you further encouraged him, getting fired up yourself and perhaps rambling a bit. It resulted in your cheeks flushing too, and the two of you looked at each other for a few seconds before settling into your places again and trying to get the perfect shot.

“Thank you, y/n. Let’s do this.”

In the end, you were so happy looking through all the pictures, Yamaguchi looked over your shoulder, laughing with you at the ones where you caught some of the other players in unfortunate moments. This project would be great, you could already feel it. “Your team is lucky to have you,” you cooed, noticing how he cared for each player as he gave you some notes to use for each player's profile.

Yamaguchi felt proud of his team and the pictures, it felt like an adrenaline rush. “I could help you out some other time so you have all the right information, but I need to get back to practice. Maybe we can meet for lunch tomorrow?” he asked, thriving off the adrenaline while he dared to ask you. It’s not really asking you out for a date, but it’s a start.

“That sounds amazing.”

Tsukishima couldn’t help the little smile on his face as his best friend came back to practice with a wild blush, wide smile and spring in his step. Success.

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shwoyo · 11 months ago

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home. — timeskip!hinata shoyo x gn!reader

; fluff, comfort – warnings: none – wc: 895

note: inspired by a comment i saw on a tiktok vid and the comments in the vid were so ?!? link to the video (safe link /srs) I NEED TO BE CUDDLED BY HIM SO BADD rel not feyk.

shoyo was tired, to say the least. it was 8pm when their coach announced that they could go home. all he wanted to do now was lay in bed next to you, his home, his rest, his girlfriend.

once he entered your shared apartment, he immediately dropped his bag and slumped on the couch face first, sighing. he was so tired he didn't hear you enter the living room.

"shoyo?" you called out, and he looked up with a tired look. "y/n babyy, i'm so tired" he said as he pouted. "i figured. but you still need to eat dinner, yeah?" you replied, "i'm too tired; i don't think i have the energy to eat," he stated. you giggled a little as you spoke, "i get it baby, but you still need to eat your dinner; it's unhealthy if you sleep with an empty stomach. c'mere, i made pork," you said. the mention of pork immediately hooked him, and he stood up, following you to the kitchen.

he tiredly sat down as you prepared his plate. "what happened at practice today, hm? you seem extra tired." you asked as you placed his plate in front of him, "well... atsumu was in a bad mood today; no one knew why, but it affected all of us. he made bad plays, and his sets were off, leading us to cover half of his sets." shoyo continued on talking about his day while he ate the food you prepared for him, mentioning that they kept losing each set at the practice match.

minutes later, shoyo finished eating and went straight to the bedroom. you followed him, watching as he immediately laid down on the bed. "hinata, you still need to shower. you've been practicing all day," you stated. "hmfp, i'm so tired though; do i really have to?" he whined. "yes baby, you have to, you stinky," you said, giggling; he whined again.

shoyo used all his energy to pull himself out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. "do you need help?" you asked. hinata let out a hum in agreement. with that, you followed him into the bathroom. he leaned back onto the sink, eyes shutting in drowsiness. you went to the bathtub and opened the faucet, grabbing the liquid soap and pouring it in the water to create bubbles. once the bathtub was half full, you called shoyo. "get in the bathtub; its ready now. i'll go and grab a new clothes and towel," he nodded, and you went out of the bathroom.

he stripped and immediately went in the tub, sitting down facing the wall, shutting his eyes, and sighing. he was so insanely tired that he felt like he could sleep in the tub at any moment. you went back in the bathroom, putting the towel on the doorknob and placing his clothes on the sink counter. you walked closer to the bath tub where hinata was; you grabbed the shampoo, putting a pinch in your hand, and started massaging his hair. "grab the soap, shoyo, wash your body," you directed. he grabbed the soap and started scrubbing his body while you washed his hair.

"are you done? i'll wash your hair now." you asked, "yep 'm done," shoyo said tiredly. you grabbed the water ladle, scooping up a good amount of water, and carefully poured it over his hair. you repeated the same action until his hair didn't have any shampoo anymore.

you left shoyo in the bathroom so he could do the rest of his nightly routine by himself. you laid down the bed, scrolling through your phone while waiting for him. 10 minutes later, he opened the bathroom door, kneading his hair with a towel to dry it.

you admired him; 'he was so cute with his wet hair' you thought. once he felt like his hair was dry enough, he placed the towel on the doorknob of the bathroom. he went straight to the bed, hugging you as he laid down, head on your chest.

"very tired?" you asked. "super," he stated. you put down your phone on the table, then started to stroke his hair to comfort him. "mhm... you know y/n," hinata started, "yeah?" "you're the embodiment of home for me; i love you so much. thank you for taking care of me." he said, face still resting on your chest. your heart began to beat faster; you were shocked.

he always says the most unhinged things that didn't surprise you that much because, well, he's hinata. but this one; he said it for no reason, unpromptedly. that's what he really thought of you? his home? you felt like crying in tears of joy.

you let out a light chuckle before replying, "thank you, shoyo. you're my home too. i love you so much. i hope you know that." the moment felt so comfortable; you and hinata both wished that you could stay like this forever.

after a while of stroking his hair, you heard light snores—a sign that he fell asleep. you laughed lightly, careful enough not to wake him up. his words kept repeating in your head. you were so happy that the person you love is so comfortable with you, and vice versa.

you were his home, and he was your home. you were each others home; each others rest, each others solace.

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nejihyugamyreligion · 2 months ago

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ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭 “Don't Think Twice” ִֶָ𓏲࣪𖹭

(Love Confession Pt.1)

This fic is set in the Blank Period, and there are no major changes to the original story except that Neji is still alive. The action takes place at Hinata and Naruto's wedding.

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Neji arrived early at the wedding venue, as was his custom. Looking for a familiar face, he headed to the main area when he suddenly saw his team show up: Lee and Gai both wearing a variation of their typical green jumpsuits, entered standing on their hands, exercising as always. Tenten was wearing a long, yellow dress with two slits on each side up to her thighs, revealing her long and shapely legs. She was pushing Gai's wheelchair with an embarrassed expression. It was the first time Neji had seen her wearing something like that and he would have lied if he had said that he didn't glance at her beautiful figure before she turned to look at him.

Lee and Gai stepped forward to greet him and then they went over to greet Kakashi and Iruka, who had just arrived, leaving him alone with Tenten, who got nearer with a smile and gave him a friendly nudge with her elbow. “Oh Neji, you're such an early bird" she said, teasing him as she always did.

Usually he would have rolled his eyes and replied something like "and you're running late as always" in his regular grumpy tone. But he just smiled and say “Hi” followed by "you look beautiful" that escaped from his lips almost instinctively.

Tenten was quite surprised to hear him say… a compliment? And what's more, he said it while he was “smiling” something that was even rarer. She got speechless for a few moments, until she managed to blurt out a bashful "Thanks..." as she blushed a bit. "You don't look too bad yourself, Hyuga” she added in a playful tone.

He smirked. He actually felt a little ridiculous wearing that formal black suit but he nodded in appreciation and before they could say anything else, Gai sensei and Lee called them since the rest of the guests had already arrived. Tenten turned around to head over to them but was stopped by Neji's hand holding her wrist. She turned to him with her eyes wide opened and then she heard him say "Tenten... could we meet up after the wedding? There's... something I'd like to tell you.”

She was stunned. Neji was asking her to meet up, after the wedding, because he wanted to tell her something... The gears began to whirl in her head at warp speed, trying to figure out what he might want to tell her. Her heart was racing but she tried to cover it up by teasing him a bit as she added, "That sounds serious…Should I be worried?”

Neji quickly raised both palms to her in a gesture of reassurance. “No, of course not,” he hurried to answer, slightly cursing himself inside for not being more specific. She was intrigued, but she just decided to smile sweetly at him and nod and they both walked towards the main garden to witness the ceremony.

The guests were arranged in neat rows. Tenten was sitting next to Sakura, Ino and Sai. Neji and Lee were seated a little further back, and in the next two seats there was Kakashi and Gai sensei. All of the guests sat quietly as the priest continued the rite in an almost monotonic voice.

It was a beautiful wedding. Ino and Sakura cried the whole time, Tenten fell asleep a couple of times just interrupted by Ino pinching her arm. Sai remained calm and composed during the whole thing, but he could see the tears in the other girls' faces and the amount of times Tenten almost fell into a deep coma on her seat.

Neji couldn't help but notice Tenten snoozing through parts of the wedding and chuckling to himself at how used he was to it. He could remember all the times she had fallen asleep on his shoulder after training. It was so proper of her and he found it adorable.

Once the ceremony was over, everyone got to greet and congratulate the couple. Sakura, Ino, Sai, and Tenten approached, and while the girls gave each of them a hug, Sai only bowed slightly. While the others chatted, Tenten surreptitiously glanced around the place for Neji, but she couldn't see him. Had he left without her? Maybe what he'd said really meant nothing?

Ino noticed she was lost in thoughts. "Uh, what's going on Tenten? You look pretty out of it. Is everything all right?" She asked with a quizzical look on her face.

"Eh?... Oh! Yeah, no, everything's fine... don't worry" she replied, trying to act nonchalant.

Ino raised an eyebrow at her, it being very clear that something was bothering her. "Oh please, I know that look. Spill it out girl”

She was very embarrassed to tell Ino because she knew she would probably turn red and start babbling. But a glance she directed towards the place where Neji was seated before made Ino know that he had something to do with the state Tenten was in.

"Oh my god... Did the stick in the mud actually say something to you?!”

Tenten couldn't help but chuckle at Ino's question. "Stop using your mind reading Jutsu on me, girl!" She finally replied what made Ino laugh as well.

Ino smirked at her and wrapped her arm around her shoulder. "Oh come on, you know I can read you like an open book. You wear your heart on your sleeve. So, spill it, what did he say?”

Tenten blushed. “He said he wants to meet me once the wedding is over. I'm still shocked to be honest, he looked so... determined”

Ino's jaw dropped a bit as she heard what Tenten just said. Her smirk grew bigger as a mischievous smile appeared on her face. "No freaking way... Neji is actually making a move, huh? And so bold too. How are you feeling?”

"Not lying, I'm still shaking!" Tenten finally admitted "I mean, I've waited so long for him to say something... and now that he finally said I'm so... nervous!”

Ino chuckled. "Calm down, you'll mess up your makeup. Listen, I don't need to tell you that this is finally your chance with him. Just go there and see what it's all about. There aren't any better chances than this, alright?”

"I... guess so. But what should I say? How should I act? You know I'm not good at these things. Any advice?”

Ino smiled kindly at her. "Trust me, if he called you all by himself he has something to say, and he seems very determined. Just listen to what he has to say and let him finish. And don't worry, you're the only girl he eyes the way he does. You've got him wrapped around your beautiful finger.”

Tenten's eyes widened and lit and she couldn't help but smile "Do you... really think that? Do you think he really likes... me?”

Ino rolled her eyes with a smirk. "Girl, anyone with eyes can see that that jerk is head over heels for you. He doesn't look that intensely at anyone, let alone the opposite sex. The amount of times I saw his gaze linger at you during missions and trainings is baffling.”

Tenten blushed intensely. Her heart was racing. She smiled widely and give Ino a big hug "Thank you Ino, I really needed to hear it.”

Ino hugged her back, patting her back gently. "Yeah, I figured you might be kind of blind to his signals. But I got your back girl, so don't worry. You're about to enter a whole new world of romance!”

"But…I'm a total mess and a complete moron about dating or anything related… I don't want to embarrass myself… Damn! I'm sweating!”

Ino pulled back from the hug and made sure Tenten looked at her. "Calm down, you're starting to shake like a leaf. You're going to mess up that makeup I helped you with. I know you're nervous, but you need to calm down, everything is going to be fine, alright?”

Tenten took a deep, exaggerated, breath and she looked like a giant toad that was about to explode. Ino couldn't hold a big laugh. Tenten laughed too and that made her relax a bit

Ino took Tenten's hands into hers and held them tightly while looking her directly in her big, wide amber eyes. She made sure Tenten was fully listening to her words. "You're gonna be fine. Just try to remain as calm as you can, and most importantly listen to what he has to say. Don't jump to conclusions before you listen to him. Think you can do this?”

Tenten nodded with a derpy expression in his face, her eyes wide opened "Yeah, yeah, I think I can handle it" she tried to sound confident but she was completely terrified

Ino looked at her and could detect the absolute terror in Tenten's face. She laughed a bit and shook her head. "You're a terrible liar, you know that? You look more afraid now than when you're taking on 50 goons by yourself.”

Tenten laughed loudly and punched Ino in the arm so hard it made the blonde kunoichi stumble. "Oh, that was so epic. Too bad Neji wasn't there that day..." She blushed, realizing she'd only mentioned the longhaired shinobi "I mean, the boys weren't there, you know? Gai sensei, Lee, Neji…”

Ino smirked a bit as Tenten struggled to keep herself from blushing at the thought of Neji. "Yeah, yeah I know what you really mean” she said rolling her eyes and rubbing her arm. “I'll let you in on a secret, I've seen Neji watching you during training and missions. The guy was totally eating you up with his eyes. He couldn't look away from you”

"Do you... really think he's so into me?" asked Tenten in a soft, shy voice that it wasn't proper of her.

Ino chuckled at this new side of Tenten she had never seen before. It was actually pretty cute to see such a strong, bold and independent girl turn into a shy and flustered mess as she was now. "You have no idea how deep he is into you Tenten. I can't count the amount of times I've literally caught him staring at you when you weren't aware. The guy clearly loves you.”

"Looking for someone, Tenten?" the voice, which was obviously Neji's, echoed from a couple of feet behind her. Tenten's heart almost exploded as she heard him. She quickly turned around and came face to face with the Hyuga prodigy himself.

જ⁀➴To be continued...

I hope you guys are already enjoying it and you can stay for the second part. Will Neji manage to confess? How will Tenten respond? Will we get a kiss? Who knows? 𖹭

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sirhamburrger · 7 months ago

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prologue: good luck, babe!

the rise and fall of a... an asshole germaphobe?? [sakusa x f!reader]

"and i cry, it's not fair / i just need a little lovin', i just need a little air" wc: 660 || next (chapter 1)

“i think we should break up.”

she doesn’t look up, focused on the video she’s watching on her phone. the phone screen is badly cracked - has been for the past few months - because she hasn’t bothered getting it replaced. she suppresses a chuckle at what is most certainly a joke.

“ha, ha,” she says dryly. “very funny, rin.”

rintaro is silent for too long at this. much too long. her head snaps up, eyes widening as she fixes her gaze on him. his head is bowed low, refusing to make eye contact at all.

her heart feels as if it’s stopped beating in her chest. yet the only thing she can hear now is the thundering of her heartbeat in her ears.

“rin,” she croaks, throat unbearably hoarse. “you’re not serious, are you? rin-”

“please.” he looks up at her fidgeting hands, and not even a sliver of the love she once saw in his eyes remains. “i didn't want this to become a big deal. we're just better off without each other.”

“aren't you even going to explain yourself?”

rintaro looks her right in the eyes now, gaze cold and emotionless. “you know why.”

she starts to cry. she pinches her wrist to stop the tears from flowing, but she can't help it. she doesn't want to be this emotional in front of him, not now. she barely registers the shift of the mattress under her as rin stands up and shuts the door behind his departing form.

even as her heart shatters into a million little pieces, she knows. she knows it’s been this way for the longest time, knows she’s refused to see the signs, chosen to ignore them. and this is the consequence. a stupidly messy breakup.

she's dated other guys and girls before, sure, but rin was her first serious relationship, her first real love. she moved in after three months of dating him, and lived together for about two years. laughed, cried, mourned together. even got an adorable little succulent together.

and now, just like that, it's all gone.

shoyo and yuu are there within minutes of her call. they hold her on the couch as she lets out heaving sobs. she half expects yuu to start cussing rin out, but it doesn't happen.

“please stay with us for now,” shoyo pleads.

it's all a big blur. she must have nodded, because soon enough yuu is standing at the kitchenette making a mug of hot chocolate for her while shoyo calls out from her room that it's a total mess in there.

she sits there numbly on the couch in one of rin's oversized t-shirts, her light hiccoughing slowly dying down to nothing. yuu notices her white-knuckled hands bunched up in the fabric tightly and tosses her one of her own - with a jolt, she realizes she hasn’t worn it in months.

slipping the old one off and flinging it into a corner of the room, she puts on her own shirt. it's smaller. nowhere near as warm. but it's hers.

hours later the sun has set and rintaro still hasn't come back, but it doesn't matter. everything she owns is packed into three large suitcases decorated with keychains and badges from yuu’s travels. he and shoyo wait outside for her. they talk quietly, and she hates that they have to worry for her.

she holds the succulent and takes in the apartment in silence. every photo framed, every gimmicky knickknack bought, every memory shared. they're painful reminders of what once was, and what could've been. the empty space seems to taunt her. his absence - or rather his intangible presence - mocks her. good luck getting over him, it seems to whisper.

but her friends are waiting outside for her. her friends, who have never once left her and never will. and so she turns her back on this place, turns her back on rintaro, and steps out of the apartment into the uncertain future.

author's notes:

i'll be putting yn through some things. (angst.)

yn was in the same year as hinata in karasuno high so she knows the first-years on the volleyball team

crappy ex suna!! yay!! reason for their breakup will be explained later on

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noctiiilucaaa · 2 months ago

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Cuddly Warmth

Hajime Hinata/Mikan Tsumiki SFW || 1K words

Summary: Hajime and Mikan cuddle when they're done showering together.

Tags: Short & Sweet, Sweet, Domestic Fluff, Domestic, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kissing.

Additional CWs: None

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fic below!

Hajime chuckles as he opens the door to their bedroom, Mikan follows giggling slightly. Mikan kisses Hajime’s cheek with a soft smile… the brunette can only pinch her side making Mikan chirp from surprise. Hajime places a kiss on her forehead… trying to cement his love into her. Mikan hums as her lover runs his fingers through the wet hair. It’s soft… it’s not tangled at all… everything is just perfect. She smells so sweet, so floral too. Everything about her is just amazing. Mikan hums once more, feeling her dear boyfriend ever so close to her. He then picks her up, and starts walking over to their bed.

“Dear!” Mikan shouts, “Aren’t I heavy?!”

The worry in her voice made Hajime laugh slightly. What was she so worried about? Can’t he pick up his dear lover and make her feel like a princess? Or even better… as if they’re getting married. Hajime blows on her cheek and sets her down on the bed. Mikan adjusts herself then her shorts. She sighs with a pink face as she looks down at her legs. She’s not heavy at all… in fact, she’s quite thin for someone of her height. Over the years, she’s grown to a taller stature.

“No, why would you be heavy? I can lift up heavier things, and trust me… you feel like the softest feather in my arms.” Hajime smiles softly.

As corny as it is, he flexes his strong muscles in front of Mikan. She blushes hard and looks away, covering her face out of embarrassment. She couldn’t help but to bring her knees to her chest too, her whole body facing this reaction. She heats up hard, this is almost too much! Hajime, flexing his strong body at her! Just… why is he like this? Where did this confidence come from?

Hajime is usually more reserved than this, so flexing on his part is kind of strange. Well, lately he’s been more cocky with his workout routine. He’s been getting beefier… and there’s nothing wrong with that. Mikan likes how he’s been getting into a healthier mindset. Cardio, weight lifting, swimming… he’s doing so much to keep up with his health! Also, Hajime has been eating healthier too. Mikan couldn’t be more proud of him. It’s the nurse in her! Maybe she treats Hajime too much like a patient… that should be saved for the bedroom.

“I thought you liked my muscles. When we cuddle you usually feel up my arm… my chest… my stomach…” Hajime’s voice gets lower as he crawls over on the bed.

Mikan lays flat finally, on her back as Hajime pins her down. Her entire face goes red as she begins to stammer out her words. Cat got her tongue as people say… Hajime just nods while listening to her stammering. Chuckling even, proud to embarrass his dear lover like this. He always loves to make her red faced, it’s cute! He can’t help it. Hajime just… loves her so dearly.

“I-I-I just! I like th-the way you feel a-around me! Th-That’s all! You’re so w-warm and soft! You make me feel whole, Hajime!” Mikan’s face goes even redder as she wraps her arms around his neck.

Hajime just smiles, “I know, babe… I know. I just like to embarass you, you know that. Don’t take this too seriously… I’m here, I’m here right for you. We can do whatever you want. Cuddle, kiss, make out. I don’t want you to short circuit on me. I just love being around you, being with you makes me feel good. You make the room better, Mikan.” Mikan shouts as she speaks, “Huh?! What’s making you say all of this?! Don’t propose to me when we just got out of the shower! I can’t take it! Do it somewhere more romantic, or do it in the morning! I can’t take this pressure right now! Hajime! Ahhh, you’re so horrible to me!”

Hajime laughs, “I’m horrible to you? No, Mikan I’m not. I love you, I love you!”

Hajime places a kiss on her lips, Mikan kisses back. The two exchanged kisses full of love and endearment. Mikan holds Hajime tighter… making him press closer to her.

The two kissed for a bit, filling up the room with their soft smooches and all. The rain patters outside… lulling them into a sense of comfort and love. It’s nice… it’s sweet. Hajime loves holding her, he loves to be able to envelope Mikan. He can protect her from everything. The memories of before are all gone, she’s safe in his arms. No one can hurt her, he refuses to let anyone hurt her ever again. Mikan is gorgeous, she’s his life. God, he wants to propose so badly. It hurts to not be able to afford a ring right now.

What seems like forever, Hajime finally flops on his side. He nuzzles up his dear lover and holds her ever so tightly. Mikan nuzzles into his chest as she places a kiss on Hajime’s neck. It’s just a small peck. Hajime then grabs onto their soft blanket and pulls it over them, still he kisses at her forehead… softly… sweetly. Nothing in his kisses resemble anything of repulsion or disgust. He’s simply in love with her. Nothing will change that, they’ve been through Hell and back together. They know each other too well, and love each other too much.

“Hajime…” Mikan whispers.

He hums in response, “Yes Mikan?” “I want you to propose to me… when the time is right. I don’t need a ring or anything… I just want you to promise your love to me… that’s all I want. I love you.” Mikan smiles softly against his chest, closing her eyes.

Hajime hums once more, “I’ll make sure it’s the best for you, I promise.”

He closes his eyes too, the night drifts off from their minds. The stars shine over their house so brightly… the two go into sleep. Holding each other, tightly… away from the world.

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tulip-room · 9 months ago

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Crush Next Door - s. kiyoomi

syn. your childhood friend that you lose contact with moves next door

Ch. 9 || The Troublesome Quartet

warnings. None <3

words. 1.2k

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"Don't make me regret this," Sakusa sighs as Bokuto, Atsumu, Hinata, and Komori sit down at his dining room table. When Komori said he would find help Sakusa had a feeling it would be those three. He really just needed this to go perfectly.

"You can trust us!" Hinata beams at him while the others nod their heads.

"Yeah, we've got it under control! You can relax, Omi!" Atsumu chimes in. He pinches the bridge of his nose. Sakusa appreciated that they were willing to help him even if he hadn't said it out loud.

"Okay, I need someone to stay with me and help me set up."

"I can do that!" Atsumu is the first to raise his hand, Komori is just a second too late.

"Fine, Miya. You're going to help me set up. I need you three," he gestures to the other boys. "To take Y/N to lunch and keep her busy." He crosses his arms, the anxiety starting to get to him now that everything was coming together.

"We can do that," Komori gives him a reassuring smile and a thumbs up. The boys start to stand up from the table. "Just send me a text when we're good to come back."

"Fine." Sakusa stands from the table and looks at the time. "I don't think it'll take too long, two hours at most." He puts his phone back in his pocket. They nod and head out the door towards your home. It was a Saturday afternoon and you closed the bakery up earlier on those days so he wasn't worried about it interfering with your job. He takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down.

"Wow Omi, I don't think I've ever seen you this nervous." Atsumu comments with genuine worry for his friend. He places a hand on his shoulder and it helps Sakusa just a little bit. "Don't spiral, I'm sure she'll love it. You have a lot of people helping you make sure everything goes well. Just focus on setting things up." That helps more. He can focus on setting up instead of what he's going to do when you get there.

Meanwhile

The boys had gotten to your house and Komori knocked on the door. Your surprised smile when you see him makes everyone happy. You immediately pull him in for a hug. "Komori! I haven't seen you in forever! Why didn't you stop by sooner , you silly goose?" You ask as you look him over.

"Been busy, it's good to see you again. I have some friends here with me and was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch with us since we were in the neighborhood." You nod your head.

"Yeah, just let me grab my bag real quick."

"No need, I'll pay." You roll your eyes but leave without your bag anyway. You walk to a small cafe that was near the neighborhood you lived in. "So," Komori starts after the four of you sit down. "How've you been?"

"Good," you smile and finally look around at the others. "Don't be rude. Introduce me, although I think I know you," you point towards the ginger. "Hinata, right? You're friends with Kiyoko and Yachi!"

"Yeah! I'm surprised you remembered me!" Hinata gives you a kind smile.

"You look different of course, it's a good different though." You smile back.

"Well this fella is Bokuto," he points to the other man at the table who immediately perks up and gives you a smile.

"Nice to meet you! Omi talks about you a lot!"

"Speaking of," Komori starts. " Please tell me about the rings. He told me I needed to ask you." You let out a quiet laugh.

"He's still keeping that a secret?" You ask gently and lean your hand on your hand. "It's not that big of a secret really, if he hasn't told you then I'm not going to." You hum with a smile at Komori's groan.

"You guys are killing me." Komori puts his head on the table with a frown.

"Why do you like him?" Hinata chimes in. It definitely takes you for a bit of a shock that he asked so brazenly but you think for a moment.

"Because he makes me feel like I'm finally home." There's coos around the table at your comment.

"When did you realize you loved him?"

"I didn't realize for a long time," you say with a laugh. Komori has to stop himself from blurting out that it can't have taken you longer than Sakusa himself. "I can't pinpoint an exact moment. It was more a sequence of moments. Falling in love is scary but I don't know...it never felt scary with him. It felt like even if I fell that he would be there to catch me. That's so sappy, sorry." You look away embarrassed.

"No, please. We want to hear it." Komori encourages.

"I think my soul loved him long before my heart did. I've loved him since we were kids, although I don't know if I even understood what love really meant back then. There's plenty of moments I could say I realized but that wouldn't really be truthful." You play with the string of your necklace. "I've loved Kiyoomi for as long as I can remember. I think it's something that's part of me by now, I don't think there will ever be a time in my life I won't love him in some way or another."

You stop when you hear sniffles from around the table. "Oh you saps," you tease the boys as they wipe tears from their eyes.

"You really care about him." Komori is the first to speak.

"Of course, that's what you do when you give your heart to someone. He's my person. My home." You say the last part looking at the ring on your necklace. Suddenly it clicks in Komori's head what the rings are referencing.

"No, he didn't." He smiles and looks between you and the ring. "You got those before you moved because..." he trails off.

"I got them so we could always find our way home." You smile fondly as you look at the worn and slightly tattered. "It looks like it worked."

Everything had finally been set up at Sakusa's house. There was a blanket fort in the middle of his living room complete with fairy lights, he's not sure where they came from. He thinks they're from the Christmas decorations box. Atsumu had returned home to grab some of his own things, a record player among them and he surprised both of them when he owned a Frank Valli record. The slightly worn record player now sat on his coffee table, the needle pushed off to the side so it didn't play.

The lights in the room had been turned down and while Atsumu had been setting that up Sakusa had been curating the perfect bouquet to give to you. Carefully cutting and pruning the flowers. Finding the perfect wrapping paper, making sure all the meanings lined up with what he was trying to tell you.

He's not sure how the shopkeeper had managed to pick the perfect flower for his feelings all those years ago but the star of the bouquet was a singular pink camellia. Among it were white carnations, red chrysanthemums, white clovers, daisies, heliotrope, and red tulips. It was the most thought he had ever put into a bouquet before.

Atsumu gave him one final pep talk before he left the house. Sakusa had just finished putting the finishing touches on the bouquet when the doorbell rang. You were there.

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lgbtqmanga · 3 months ago

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As Gu Mang’s mind continues to deteriorate, he and Mo Xi set out for the prefecture of Lin’an, hoping to find a legendary sage with the ability to summon Gu Mang’s missing souls. Chances of success are vanishingly small, but Mo Xi is unwilling to give up any hope of restoring his beloved to health. Upon arrival, however, Mo Xi and Gu Mang find no such fabled sage, but a familiar face—Murong Chuyi, who has arrived with the rest of the Yue Clan, including Yue Chenqing and the estranged Jiang Yexue, to complete a perilous blood ritual. What begins as a chance encounter soon turns deadly as Mo Xi stumbles across one of the clan’s darkest and most deeply buried secrets.

This Is but a Hell of a Dream (manga) by Senco Yoshimoto

Despite being an incubus, Forni is not good at sexual matters. Unfortunately, an incubus needs sex to survive… so he ends up passing out in the street due to starvation. Luckily for him, he gets rescued by the host club worker Harumi, who takes him home. That night, Forni sneaks into Harumi’s dream to have a “meal” — but it’s his first time and he doesn’t know how to do it! That’s how Harumi ends up teaching him instead… “When it feels good, say it, okay?”

Throw Away the Suit Together (manga) vol. 3 by Keyyang

Summer has come to the island, and with it, the reality is that everything has not gone to plan. Tormented by things they have failed again, Haru and Hii-chan together have to confront their choices. Between job hunting, living expenses, part-time work and school, the pair are face with many new paths before them. Before they decide which road they will walk, they stand before the sea they crossed and choose their future.

#lgbt manga #queer manga #manga #new releases #manhua

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no matter how many years have passed, suga will never tire of entering the sendai city gymnasium.

he still remembers the first time he stood beneath the lights, on the court with his teammates, faced against their opponents. he was overcome with nerves in that match, which affected his tosses and made them lose the first set. although they managed to turn it around and win, that match was a wake-up call that yes, he is the team’s setter, he is the conductor of their offense, and whether they win or lose depends on how effectively he utilizes his hitters.

it was a burden that he was happy to carry, as he did not stand alone on the court. even when he was relegated to the sidelines in his third year, he still held that burden as vice-captain, as a mentor for his underclassmen, as a role model for his teammates to follow.

even though he left the court for good after graduation, he still carries that responsibility, honored to do so for the rest of his life, because he knows that his underclassmen are destined for greatness in a way that he never will be.

the first day of the inter-high preliminaries falls on his birthday. last year, it coincided with the third day, where he watched his underclassmen lose to datekou after a long and hard match. his tears were not out of pity but pride, proud of how tanaka filled asahi’s role as the ace, how ennoshita became the new defense specialist after daichi, how kinoshita improved significantly as a pinch server. the dinner afterwards was not mired with frustration but determination, as the team promised him to bring home victory at the spring tournament as a belated birthday present.

this year, he enters the stands with daichi and tanaka. asahi has a major project due after the weekend, ennoshita is knees-deep in research for his kinesiology paper, and neither kinoshita nor narita could get away, either. and last suga heard of noya, he’d taken off to his first adventure in mexico.

tanaka greets his underclassmen that comprise of karasuno’s cheering squad. he introduces them to daichi and suga, their juniors bowing in respect. suga gives a wave and turns to the glance down at the court, where the referees are talking on the sidelines, few members of the press snapping photos on the side. team banners are tied along the railings, their teams huddled on the stands as they wait for their match to begin.

“who’s the new captain?” daichi asks after tanaka joins them. “yamaguchi, right?”

“i wouldn’t be surprised if he made tsukishima vice-captain,” suga adds.

“nah, it’s actually kageyama,” tanaka says. “yamaguchi texts me sometimes for advice, and whenever i about kageyama, he says that he helps with strategies and formations.”

“that’s more than my vice-captain did,” daichi drawls, shooting a look at suga. “i remember entrusting the team to a certain second-year more than my vice.”

suga huffs with a roll of his eyes. “it’s my birthday, you know. let’s save the slander for another day.” he is about to say more when the gym doors open and the first competing teams step onto the court upon a shower of applause. they’re quick to join in, breaking off to point when karasuno enters. “there they are!”

“tsukishima looks even taller,” daichi remarks. “yamaguchi looks more muscular, too.”

“hinata’s still the shortest!” suga laughs. “even though he grew so much!”

tanaka cackles. “he still looks like a first-year compared to everyone else.” were it not for his aura of a veteran emanating around him, he could still be easily mistaken as a rookie at his first official high school match.

suga watches them take their team jackets off and step onto the court to warm up, his eyes roaming their backs. yamaguchi wears the #1 jersey proudly, tall and strong. tsukishima took #3, off to the side to talk with an underclassman. hinata wears #5, standing at the end line as he waits for his turn. when the net is clear, he makes his approach, pulls his arms behind him, and jumps.

kageyama, clad in the #2 jersey, tosses the ball with lightning speed, and hinata spikes it in the blink of an eye. behind him, the cheering squad shouts, “nice kill!” and “nice toss!” daichi whistles. “their quick is as fast as ever, right, suga?”

he doesn’t reply, transfixed on kageyama. as a third-year, he exudes a much more refined aura, someone more confident in himself, his tosses, his teammates. everything about him promises that he’ll get the ball to where it needs to go, that he’ll bring his team to victory. it’s confidence that suga wishes he had in the past, in himself and his skills.

it’s not just that. kageyama leaves the net as the next team warms up, and although hinata flanks him, their juniors talk to them, anxious and nervous. he watches him comfort the one wearing the #9 jersey, and although he can’t hear what he says, it has to be reassuring. or, maybe not, because hinata’s laugh reaches him from the stands, along with, “kageyama, you never know what to say!”

soon, the teams line up to greet each other. kageyama stands beside yamaguchi, followed by tsukishima, their libero, and then hinata. suga still remembers when they first joined the team, their round faces and eyes bright with possibility, their animosity and rivalry, their teamwork and synergy. to think that he taught hinata how to receive, watching him slide across the court flawlessly after a pass. to think that he taught kageyama about teamwork, watching him high-five his hitter after he scores. to think that all his underclassmen were weak and inexperienced, to standing tall in their team jerseys.

he might not get a car for his birthday, or world peace, or anything extravagant, but to see how far his juniors have come is the best present he could ever ask for.

#flyingwargle original #drabble #haikyuu!!#haikyuu drabble #sugawara koushi #sawamura daichi #tanaka ryuunosuke #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukishima kei #karasuno #post timeskip #HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUSBAND #love you so much #sorry for the rushed job haha

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