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I hope it hurts.

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Okay i know you just posted a part 2 of the submissive and breedable ask but pls consider doing it for Tendou, Suna, Kageyama and Hinata this time? Thank you 💕

You tell your friend that they, “Look like a bottom.” + "Submissive and breedable."

GN!Reader ft. Kageyama Tobio and Suna Rintaro.

Warnings: suggestive content.

A/N: I'll include Tendou in the next batch. Here's a little treat for you ♥️

Bokuto, Kuroo, Ushijima’s ver.

Miya twins + Oikawa’s ver.

Kageyama Tobio

What are the chances that Kageyama Tobio is actually familiar with the term 'submissive and breedable'?

Zero? Maybe 0.05%?

There's no use pondering about it. You'd have to put it into test.

“Huh? What?"

See? It’s the exact reaction you expected. It’s funny, you think. Tobio has always been so innocent; it wouldn’t hurt to prank him a little.

"Mmhm. You look really submissive and breedable today.” You chuckle, repeating the words once more, earning another confused glance from the athlete.

“Hm?” His brows furrow, eyes flicking up and down your form, then to his own reflection in the mirror. 

He’s so clueless. 

So... clueless. 

Or is he?

"Me..? clueless?"

Uh-oh.

You said that out loud, didn't you?

Snap. This wasn't what you planned. He's starting to look a little sad now, and this is all your doing.

"It's not a bad thing to be clueless, Tobio."

He tilted his head.

"Well, you do have a point,"

He pauses, taking a last look at your form.

"But i've never been submissive and clueless. Maybe breedable, though."

Huh...

What was that?

Hold up.

HUH?

Seeing the bewilderment on your face, his eyes narrowed. A faint, lopsided smile crawled onto his lips,

"It's not a bad thing to be clueless, (Y/n)."

Lesson learned: never mess with kageyama, ever again. He knows more than he seems to.

Suna Rintaro

Ideally, he's not someone you would want to tell this to.

But, you're feeling a little bold today.

"Rin." You hover above his laying figure, snatching a chuupet away from his hands.

Clearly, you're feeling extra bold today.

"Give it back." He grunts, clearly displeased that you stole his beloved jelly fruit sticks, "What do you want?"

"Noooothing. Just wanted to rile you up."

Yes. Extra bold.

By now, he'd forgotten about the half-eaten chuupet in your hand. He crosses is arm, staying silent as he waits for whatever you're doing to be over with,

"Because you look really submissive and breedable when you're angry."

Now you've done it.

What did you expect, honestly? Pure silence? If so, you might be correct.

Ooor not.

He chuckles, clearly amused with your antics, "You wanna put it into test and see what's up?"

"Is that necessary? I know i'm right, Rin. Always am."

"You think so?"

He peers into your eyes, challenging your own confident, playful stare. Brows raised, a cheeky smile climbed onto his face.

"Don't be an all bark no bite now."

He leans closer to you,

"Lets see if you can say the same thing after this."

Err.. Good luck (3).

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In too deep. | Atsumu x Reader.

; be honest with me, baby. I'll make it last.

His eyes first set on you in the hallway. Atsumu doesn’t know what came over him; your presence was magnetic, noticeable even through the bustling sea of freshmen. Then you, of course, noticed his stare, sending a smile and an acknowledging nod—

And it was all it took. He reckoned your siren-like ability, your silent confidence so enchanting to him.

Though to his dismay, he wasn’t the only one lured in. Multiple gazes were focused on you, and news spread like wildfire. Even his friends won’t shut up, claiming that they’ve got a little crush.

You are pretty. Atsumu won’t lie about that—but the attention surrounding your name made him hesitant. She’s just a passing hallway eye-catcher, he thought.

That was once. But then, you were standing right in front of him, sipping gin and tonic as music boomed loudly. It was his, and coincidentally, your friend’s birthday. Nothing much. Just friendly small talk, an obligatory formality everyone does.

He didn’t think of it much, it was cool—a neutral first impression. You were physically attractive, yes, but he couldn’t see anything past that. At least, not yet.

And maybe this was all a setup, but his friend asked if he could model for one of his project. Atsumu is an athlete, after all; he was gifted with an attractive face and a well-built physique. Chattering as he walked into the studio, he momentarily lost his focus as he saw you. Clad in a black dress, all dolled up and waiting for him.

"When can we start?” Your voice broke his trance. Atsumu simply raised his eyebrows, returning your cheeky smile with his.

Then you started talking with each other.

He texted you first. Sent a mundane question, maybe a boring conversation starter—but you were friendly. Your sense of humor was sort of odd, but he found it hilarious. You started hanging out with Atsumu in friend groups—but they started dissipating as days pass—and suddenly, you went out everywhere together. Just the both of you.

Atsumu was in the dark. Does he like you? Or was it just a fleeting crush? But it was never the familiar, pumping heartbeat he felt. You were comfortable; you felt like home, someone he’d been talking to for years and not weeks.

And everything felt easy. He got to know you. You are a good cook. Intelligent and weirdly creative. Even your messy rambles register themselves in his head. Your weird laughs, your snores, and soon enough, your breathy moans—then the feeling of your nails raking through his back. He remembers all of it vividly.  

Atsumu thought he had you. His friends speaks of you all the time—and nobody knows, but he’s the only one who gets to touch you.

Right?

But it all slowly dissipates. His view slowly cleared. You laughed and smiled, but none of it felt real. As if he was nothing to you. Just a fleeting comfort in a new place. Just someone to talk with, to relieve your stress. Just a friend.

Though, you never pushed him away, always oh-so-welcoming to his advances.

"What do you want?”

 He finally spoke. His voice echoes within the silent apartment.

“What are we?”

His hands raked through his hair. It’s his fault. He shouldn’t have expected so much. He’s just a good friend to you, huh? Maybe even just a fuckbuddy. Despite all those nights—despite how much time you’ve spent together and the secrets you’ve shared?

Why do you act like that, then? Why do you return the same warm gaze if you didn’t feel anything? Have you been lying? Playing him?

"Did I expect too much from whatever is going on? From you? So all this time is just child’s play for you?”

Your silence is all he needs. Atsumu nods sarcastically, tired eyes gazing into your eyes.

"It’s all my fault all along, huh? Too attached, is that it?”

"I don’t believe you.” You say, “I should’ve left you earlier.”

"So you were playing me.” Atsumu’s form caged you, “You were, weren’t you?”

“In too deep.” You whisper, “I warned you not to get attach-“

“Stop with this bullshit. Am I the one in too deep or are you?”

He held your chin up, “Or are you?”

You’ve kissed him. Hugged him. Cared for him when he was sick, stayed during his ups and downs—and now you���re trying to tell him all this meant nothing?

"Please.” He finally gave in, hugging your form. He wants to hate you for this. But how could he?

You can’t explain whatever feeling is washing through your body. You’re not used to whatever this is. True love is made up; you’ve always been in shallow situations—ones that you know will never last—and Atsumu was no different. You know he wouldn’t stay forever, that whatever you have right now is meaningless and will go away, but if he’s like this, how could you hold back?

"I see no future with you.” You coldly say, feeling him holding back his breath, “But you’re right. I’m in too deep.”

His hug tightens.

“We’ll work it out.” He says.

He still couldn’t understand how time brings you into his life, but he knows this all won’t go away. He knows his feelings would stay, no matter how long.

A/N: My writing has honestly gotten super rusty and i'm getting back to it. I'm gonna start writing more hehe but this one kinda awkward lol

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What’s it like being a film major? I’m currently indecisive of what to major and film is one of my choices

Sorry for the laterep!!! This blog is a coffin now hehe. But i really like studyin film. Learned a lot abt techniques (and yes it is harder then you think, super tiring too). Connections are really important and i suggest learning some basic strategic communications skills. Or how to make good impressions. One bad thing people think of you and you're done for when it becomes a rumor.

Also finding crews/coworkers that has a similar artistic sense with you is suuuuuper tough. It all depends on what jobdesc you want to focus at, but if you wanna work in the artistic department, especially cinematography, i suggest learning about lighting!! (They are very complicated, down to the details, but they're what makes a visual cinematic. Also the colors!!)

If you wanna pursue scriptwriting, which is very much different from normal writing, you gotta build a tendency to visualize stuff in your head before writing it. (Like camera movements and some more technical shit or how you're going to arrange the scenes so it makes an interesting movie.)

If you're going for directing: you've gotta have a good sense about everything. From sound design, cinematography, lighting, scoring, color theory. Its storytelling through visualization techniques.

You can have cool artistic vision and a pinterest board filled with dope references, but you gotta learn how to bring them to life (how many lightings? From what angle? What camera filters to use?)

Also shooting days requires you to be very flexible (like being in a remote shooting set and not shower for 3 days straight) and you gotta be able to get along with strangers and work with them quickly.

Also nepo babies. And the entertainment industry in general.

Also film crews don't sleep. Hehe (i'm not joking, the call sheets requires you to be on set by 3 am usually). Making films are super expensive too.

Film school is only important for the connection (imo, based on experience). Every material is available online. Your film lecturers are usually full-fledged part the important film industry member themselves, so see this as an opportunity!! Best of luck to you <3

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Hi,, god, idk where to start. But point is, most of my series would probably be discontinued or held on for a LOOONG time. Your girl is majoring in film and she's flooded with side projects (including writing movie scripts). I barely have time to sleep so i'm afraid i'd abandon this blog for some time (you've probably notice lol). Ily all, would still write some short stories if i could though <3

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𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐭 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫! | Model!Haikyuu x Reader.

Revamped | SMAU Series | Model!Haikyuu! x Photographer!Reader.

“I’m sorry, but I don't think my current schedule involves a modeling partner. Nothing I couldn't change, though. You in?"

"Are you a new recruit? This isn't where you're supposed to be."

"Actually-"

"Right into the dressing room, huh? Bold."

"Whoa! Is she a new model? She's pretty!"

"I'm actually-"

"You do realize that you're making her uncomfortable, right?"

"I'm your new photographer!"

"Oh."

Featuring: Bokuto Kotaro x Reader, Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader, Miya Atsumu x Reader, Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader, Suna Rintaro x Reader, Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader.

Genre: Comedy, Fluff, Drama.

⚠️ WARNING! Contains harsh language and mature themes. Proceed with caution.

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Extra details regarding recruitment.

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We've attached a few details you might want to review. Our HR team will contact you soon for further procedures.

[ Attachment (1/?): newteamprofile.pdf ]

[ Attachment (2/?): Act I: Prerequisites.]

00. Goodbye, broke.

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Maybe an update on hawt hawt photographer?

Working on new chapters + editing previous chapters (i will archive them for a while before reposting). Currently struggling with the fake social media though. I'm considering doing it manually by photoshop templates and whatnot, but this would easily take hours for each image.

I recently swapped to IOS, so if anyone knows any great app to make SMAUS (fake texts and fake twitter posts) pls tell me ;)

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All yours. | Diluc x GN!Reader

Fluff | Contains: Soft!Diluc, Confused diluc, zero emotional experience diluc, Pining, Diluc being down bad for you, He loves likes you a lot omg pls just say yes. I actually felt bad writing this. Reader is being very ambiguous. Open interpretation ending. Stop giving this boy mixed signals. 

Warnings: implied infatuation, spiralling thoughts, potential image of diluc with puppy eyes in your head.

Written in first person. Fire bird boy’s POV.

“Diluc, you're staring at me again."

The world blurs. It felt as if I was stuck in the bottom of a cursed, empty well. That damned question echoed again and again like an ominous mantra that possessed my senses. It's ridiculous.

“Do you think we’d make a great pair?” You asked that day, staring into my eyes with such innocence. How could you? They were all traps, weren’t they? All of your words—every syllable that left your lips. How am I supposed to believe any of it?

I see through you. In my dreams, you're a book only I could read: the twitch of the corners of your lips, the way your brows furrow ever so slightly—they were telltale, and I knew what your heart truly holds.

Or so, I thought.

“Eyes up here, fire boy. Up here.”

Your chuckle sobers me. Arguably the most melodious thing I’ve ever heard. My heartbeat quickened, thumping against my chest. This, again. I feel my blood rush through my veins, warming up the tips of my ears. This feeling. This damned feeling. What is it? Admiration? Desire? Need? I couldn’t control it. It was unexplainable; euphoric with a slight sting, and it left me dry.

Since I laid my eyes on you, you’ve always been here. Right inside my mind, and I hated to admit it. I hated the fact that once my eyes fall shut, darkness isn’t what I see. It's you. Smiling at me, making the most mundane tasks seem fulfilling.

But this was all your doing, wasn’t it? To inhabit my mind, to grow on me. Your subtle smiles, your meek glances, the slight tilt of your head—what do they truly mean? Are they intentional? Why.. do they leave me feeling this way? Yet, every time I hold my gaze on you, you pretend as if there’s nothing. That I was wrong, all alone with this feeling.

“Quit staring already. You’ll get dry eyes.”

“I- My bad. I did not mean to, I promise. You just happened to be there."

"What were you daydreaming of, anyway? And I was messing with you. I don’t mind if you're the one staring at me."

Archons.

How could those words leave your lips so easily? A smile blooms on your face, and I forgot how to react. You know how I feel, don’t you? Is this cruel game fun for you? Entertaining, perhaps? Should I have my hand around your cheeks and my lips on yours so you could finally understand?

Or maybe, you had recognized it all along.

I sigh, letting my head fall on the wooden surface. I’ve only been this vulnerable in front of you. Just for you.

“You're out of it, huh? Tiring day?"

And I am back to where I was. Your voice lulling me away from reality, your fingers slowly raking through my hair. Why? Why would you let your fingers cup my cheeks and pull me closer? Why would you stare into my eyes that way? The bliss slowly dissipates, morphing into something more obscure. This want gnawed on my heart. It aches. Do you not feel it too?

“Please.” I hold the palm that was tenderly stroking my face. A jolt of electricity ran all over my skin, and my ability to reason was overthrown. It’s you. You’re the only thing I see, the only thing I can think of. The reason why I’m such a mess.

Then I kissed your wrist.

You turned silent.

“But would you mind if I touch you this way?” 

A/N: First time writing in first person. Ngl its awkward after rereading it but WELL its 4 am and i gotta sleep

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Apologies for not updating for sometime but i AM alive. Just flooded with pre-college studying, hehe. I'll be picking up some stuffs back! Hawt hawt photographer included, though i'll be revamping the serie a little. Also will be posting the yandere childe i've promised <3

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Pt 2 of telling your friend that they look like a bottom?

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Posted <3

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You tell your friend that they, “Look like a bottom.” + "Submissive and breedable."

GN!Reader ft. Miya Atsumu, Oikawa Tooru, Miya Osamu.

Warnings: VERY suggestive content, curse words, characters being a tease, slight possessiveness, slight obsessiveness, not proofread, also a teeny tiny manipulation, sexual tension.

Bokuto, Kuroo, Ushijima's ver.

Kageyama + Suna’s ver.

Atsumu

You were Atsumu’s assigned high school tutor. Unlike the rumors about the cocky, annoying blonde, the actual person was surprisingly much compliant and easy to get along with. Sure, he could be a little bit of an asshole sometimes, but he’s a good friend nonetheless.

Years passed, and somehow, you’re still in contact with the now volleyball athlete.

Aaaand you’re standing right here, in his pantry instead of sleeping on your bed during your off day, making breakfast for him because he texted you that he was dying and needed immediate help or else he’s in big trouble.  

He wasn’t.

He was just going through a hangover.

So with a stovetop and a pan in front of you, the petty joke that suddenly appeared in your head—alongside your annoyance— slipped through your lips.

It was a harmless joke, of course. But the way your tone was dripping with sarcasm triggered something in him. It’s been so long since he had seen you in person; you didn’t have to be so rude to him, you know?

He was standing behind you by then. You can feel his prominent abs pressed to your back, a slight scoff escaping his lips,

Until he lowered to your level, lips dangerously close to your ears and warm breath hovering over your skin,

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He whispers with a teasy, raspy voice; smirking cockily as hazel eyes watch your ears turn red.

You wanted a reaction out of him, right?

“Hmm. Where did that confidence go? I thought I am the submissive and breedable one here.”

“Atsumu—”

“Nuh-uh. Look at me.” He slid his hands around your waist, fingers reaching out to turn the stove off,

“Turn around. Look at me.”

And you did, taking several seconds to calm your racing heartbeat down before facing his stupidly handsome face. His hands were caging your form by now,

“Why are you so pissy? I just needed a little help. I just wanted to spend time with my cute little friend. What’s so wrong with that?”

“It’s a harmless joke, Atsum—“

“Shh. I know. And we both know I could turn that joke on you and make it a reality.”

Oikawa

A notification from Oikawa popped up on your screen:

“Hey, you’re done working, right? I’m here to pick you up <3.”

“What?”

“Wdym by what? Btw, stay in your place. I can see you from my car.”

Naturally, surprise and bewilderment wash over you. You haven’t met him since high school! He’d been in Argentina for years now, and even though you still text each other almost every day—simply updating each other about your life—you have yet to hear about him coming back to Japan.

It was so sudden. So many questions at the back of your head (the fact that he can immediately locate your office goes unnoticed by you), and yet here you are, sitting beside the driver seat that’s occupied by one of the most-fawned-over volleyball player.

“You.. don’t change much.” You say, closing the expensive car’s door, “Except for the fact that you’ve tanned a little.”

And for the fact that his jawline and muscles are much more prominent. Also the fact that his plain black t-shirt is pressing to his body. Lord.

A low chuckle escapes his lips, “Why? You don’t like me this way?”

No. Of course not! But you didn’t want to make it seem awkward, so you inserted that one joke your friend often says,

Before you realize that it would probably make things more awkward.

“You think so?” He raised his brows, smiling sweetly as he averts his gaze to you, “You’re very bold now, huh? I don’t think I dislike it.”

“I didn’t mean tha-”

“It's fine, darling,” His eyes narrowed, a glint of mischief flashing through his brown orbs, “If you’re so curious about it, why not come and find out yourself?”

And before you could even process his words, he leans onto you—whispering into your ears,

“I missed you. A lot. Maybe I could show you how submissive and breedable I am—or not.”

Osamu

You knew the calm business owner through a club activity. People deemed the man as unapproachable due to his silent nature, but once he heard about your dreams of being a great cook—he felt a little of your excitement, and you got along quite well through your shared passion.

He was three years older than you, though. He graduated from university earlier, and once you do, he immediately offered you to be a trainee at his shop. It’s almost been 6 months, and he’d been nothing but strict with you.

A baritone voice calls out to you, dispersing your short recall;

“Is everything alright?”

It was late; the shop had already closed, and he was untying his pink-colored, bunny apron—courtesy of you—that hugged his waist just right, and your brain decided that it’d be funny if you told him how cute (as opposed to his usual demeanor) he looks right now.

He stopped his movements, his features expressing no emotion as he stares at you,

“Say that again?”

Uh oh.

“It’s a joke. Promise! No harm-”

A slight smile creeps onto his lips. Eyes narrowed, he crosses his arms, “No. Repeat it one more time, slower this time.”

He takes a step towards you.

And again.

And more, until you’re stuck between the walls and inches away from his chest,

“Why so quiet? Cat’s got your tongue?”

YEAH. Your tongue? Can’t find it. You suddenly have no courage in you to speak, and he knows it well. He leans closer to your face, gazing into your eyes,

“You know you’re wrong, don’t you? I hate pointless chats, so let me prove it to you and see who is the submissive and breedable one here.”

 A/N: Since you asked for a 2nd part. Characters weren’t specified so I picked these three. My hand slipped a little for this one <\3

Reblogs are always appreciated.

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ok but an 89 year old writing fanfiction would be so cool, honestly id read anything written by them. on other note calling ushijima submissive and breedable,,,,,,y e s i want to have this conversation with him lol

yes,, imagine wrinkly fingers typing and you see stuffs like "THEN SUNa LEANED IN FOR A KISS-"

like that'd be cool asf

also yes. i'd also have this convo w him too HAHA

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I am absolutely in love with your Haikyuu HCs specially Kuroo! You write him so well, and the scenarios are so cute/funny! It makes me so sad they're not real 😭😭😭😭😭

SHwAISUAAJS THANKS!! I'm very happy you're enjoying them! BUT ME TOO. ME TOO. I'M ALSO SAD BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT REAL :')

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i think u shld hve warnings if the content u have is suggestive! (No hate)

Ur right! I usually put warnings but i forgot this time. Ty for the reminder <3

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You tell your friend that they, “Look like a bottom.” + "Submissive and breedable."

GN!Reader ft. Bokuto, Kuroo, Ushijima.

Warnings: suggestive content, curse words.

Miya twins + Oikawa's ver.

Kageyama + Suna’s ver.

Bokuto

Poor man chokes on water when the words left your mouth.

“A BOTTOM?!”

Holding back your snicker, you raise your brow, nodding; a serious expression on your face as you stare at the athlete right through his eyes.

“A BOTTOM?!" He pauses, eyes widened in disbelief, "ME?! A bOTTOM!?”

He gasps, clearly offended. One brow raised, he jumps (almost spilling the glass of water in his hand) to you like a kid trying to pick a fight,

“LOOK AT ME IN THE EYE. DO I LOOK LIKE A BOTTOM?!”

You rub your ears, telling him that your eardrums are going to rupture with how loud he’s speaking,

“OKAY. Okay. Fine... BUT YOU DESERVE IT THOUGH? HOW- IN WHICH ANGLE AM I A BOTTOM? This is the worst thing you’ve said to me in 7 years, (Y/n). I’m hurt.”

He pouts, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes. He’s confident and he knows himself well. Far too well to understand that what you'd just said was completely false.

He played along anyway. You've been friends for seven years, but he wasn't sure that you would want to know (do you?) about that part of him yet.

Yet.

"Well, you look submissive and breedable to me," you joke, winking at Bokuto, which he replies with a raise of his brow,

"Mmhm," He gulps the remaining water in his glass, "Surely this buff, tall volleyball player looks submissive and breedable,"

He grins, flexing his biceps as he stares down at you, "Suuuuuuurely."

You squint your eyes, brows furrowed as you lean closer to his face, pretending to examine his features,

"Yeah, still looks like a bottom to me."

"HEY! waIT- OI, THAT'S UNFAIR!"

Kuroo

...what did you just do?

Clearly, you don't know the gravity of the situation...

Smug as hell. Squints his eyes as he stares you with a smirk before doing the tongue-in-cheek thing,

"Oh yeah? You think so?"

His voice literally dropped an octave. Why is the room suddenly so hot?

"Well, maybe i am. Maybe i'm not. You have to see for yourself."

Your pride is on the line. Of course you're not going to back out THAT easily. C'mon. It's Kuroo we're talking about, how many time do you wanna get bullied by this man?

So you went all out. With whatever is left of your confidence, you walk up to him, returns his smug smirk and tell him he looks submissive-

He didn't expect that.

"Shit. You're being bold today. Too bad you're wrong though."

"Well, you're in denial."

"Well, if you're so adamant about me being submissive in bed, why not come and test it?"

His gaze meets yours. It's a staring contest with tension, and you knew that whoever breaks it off first would lose,

But its Kuroo we're talking about. The captain doesn't even budge, his hand creeping up to your face. Strong, slightly calloused fingers cup your cheeks as he leans closer to you.

Your nose brushed with his.

And then....

He flicks your forehead. Hard.

"What did you expect, huh?"

Good luck. You'll need it.

Ushijima

DO. NOT. SAY. THIS. TO. HIM.

WhY WOULD YOU DO IT????

He looks VERY confused. This 189.5 cm (6'2") man stares down at you like you just read hieroglyphs out loud.

His brow is furrowed. Guy is CONCENTRATING, like, he's trying to remember if this was something important you told him in the past,

But whatever, they sound like compliments (and you always say nice things to him) so he just takes it as it is.

"Thank you. You also look, uhh, submissive and breedable today."

LMFAOOAOAODKAKS

Now you ARE the one who's taken aback. You're lucky tendou isn't around, or else...

"Toshi, do you know what submissive and breedable mean?"

"...should i be aware? It sounds nice."

Do you feel bad yet?

"Well.. uhh.."

You seem confused to him. Why'd you even use those words if you don't know what it means?

But it does have a nice ring to it though. He repeats the word in his head, typing it through his phone,

"Tendou is probably knowledgeable about this, wait a minute-"

"WAIT-"

Too late, really. Too late.

DING!

The reply came! Wow! Eyes skimming through the text, his brow gradually rises before he stares at you in silence.

"Tendou stated that it means you think i look like someone who likes being controlled during sexual activities."

You freeze.

He SAID ALL OF THAT WITH a STRAIGHT FACE. WHILE STARING AT YOU. THROUGH YOUR SOul.

You shrug, telling him (while panicking internally) that its just a joke you read on twitter this morning. You wish you can get away with this?

No.

Tsk tsk.

"Good to know that it is a joke. Assuming about things you don't know is rarely a good thing."

He said that casually, but you knew he was slightly intrigued by it. You swear you can see the corners of his lips quirk up a little,

"Now that i recognize its meaning, i know for sure that i could also say the same for you. You do look submissive and breedable."

Good luck. You'll need it. (2)

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Part 2 for at the mercy for a dream??? YESSS or no? 😏✌🏼

On it. Thinking making it nsfw-

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at the mercy of a dream was soooo good

Hehe,, thx,,