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frogtanii · 3 years

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[buckle up; this one is a long one (1.6k words)]

things weren’t supposed to turn out this way.

she was supposed to show up, apologize “sincerely,” and the boys, her boys, were supposed to welcome her with open arms and swiftly discard of you.

instead, she was sitting in the back of a cramped police car with two pigs, one of which had a horrible b.o. problem and an affinity for sauerkraut.

it was so frustrating.

and, of course, it was all your fault.

you’d been blocking her from true happiness ever since the beginning when you’d first met in middle school. it was crazy because you’d actually seemed nice; kind, understanding, and you didn’t judge her for what her father did to her mother or for how she acted out because of that.

sure, you were a little weird and sometimes you could be downright rude to other kids in your class but you cared for her in a way that no one else had before.

(un)fortunately, you didn’t come alone — you were a packaged deal. your childhood friend, daishou, came into her life right along with you. she didn’t mind at first; daishou was fun when he wanted to be but he was mostly full of snarky comments and sarcastic quips.

the three of you spent all your time with each other; from playing at the playground to helping her begin her makeup youtube channel in 8th grade.

you all got along pretty well up until you got to highschool. once there, you threw yourself into your studies, sort of retracting yourself from her and daishou.

how selfish.

she couldn’t help but feel betrayed by you—you knew how bad she was at making friends and you didn’t even care, leaving her all alone to fend for herself.

well, not all by herself.

daishou was a constant. no matter where she was, or how alone she was feeling, he was there to provide entertainment at the most, and his presence at the least.

it wasn’t always the healthiest, most functional friendship, she could admit that. there were weeks that daishou would choose to ignore her for no apparent rhyme or reason, citing his explanation as he just didn’t feel like it.

obviously it sucked but he was her only friend, ever since you so cruelly abandoned them. i mean, you still ate lunch with them every day and invited them over to study and hang out, but it was not the same.

with you so absent, she grew closer and closer to daishou to the point she was spending almost every waking moment with him. and, as the story so goes, she fell for him, head over heels.

she knew it was a bad idea, if their friendship was anything to go off of but she didn’t care. she was desperate for love and physical affection and he seemed willing to at least give her the latter.

after she decided to confess, nerves all the way in her throat and a box of chocolates behind her back, daishou took her virginity in the back of his ford fusion, hard, fast and nothing like she’d imagined.

the next day, she’d cornered you in the library (where you always seemed to be) to tell you the good news. your face was unusually blank as she detailed the best night of her life to you, your response being less than stellar when she was done. “please be careful,” you had said.

what did that even mean? you clearly wanted to keep daishou safe from her which was ridiculous because weren’t you supposed to be her friend too? she’d stormed out of the library after that, determined to demand a kiss from daishou to make her feel better.

that day was one of the last that she’d see you for a while. you got caught up with clubs and schoolwork (and apparently therapy for god knows what) while she got caught up with daishou.

things with him weren’t... great. they never really were but things were getting even worse. his random bouts of silence got longer and though it was only freshman year and they’d been dating for less than 5 months, he’d meet with her after school with a hickey plastered on his collarbone that she knew she didn’t put there (she sucked even harder over the spot to claim it as her own).

as she said, things weren’t great but they weren’t horrible either. they remained that way all the way up until sophomore year.

you and her had drifted even further, hardly speaking to one another unless it was for a project or to vaguely greet one another in the halls. it was okay though. you had all your other friends and she... well she had daishou.

speaking of, her “boyfriend” had been more distant than usual. she wasn’t an idiot and she knew he’d been seeing other girls on the side, but she believed she would be the one he’d end up with, the one he’d marry.

how foolish she had been.

it was prom night and she felt beautiful. her beauty channel had finally begun picking up traction (she’d just hit 13k subscribers the night before!!) so she filmed a prom night makeup tutorial, making sure that every square inch of her face was perfect. donning a silky blue floor length dress, she felt like a princess and she certainly looked the part.

she showed up to daishou’s house about 30 minutes before the event, ringing his doorbell with an elated grin painted all over her face. he had mentioned in passing that his parents and older sister would be out for the weekend, leaving the house for themselves. that meant sex and sex meant being wanted.

after the third ring of the bell, she started to get nervous. maybe he wasn’t ready yet? maybe he needed help with his tie? just when she was about to wring the bell again, the door swung open to reveal daishou... not in his suit.

“oh, it’s you,” he’d grumbled. “‘m not goin’ to prom.” she felt her breath catch in her throat. she’d protested and begged for an explanation but he wouldn’t give one to her. eventually, she’d followed him into his house, furious because how could he do this to her? on her night?

it didn’t take very long for him to get fed up, his snake-like eyes honing in on her, filled with venom. “‘m not goin’ because i don’t like you anymore. you still look pretty though.”

just like that, with just a few words, he’d shattered her heart. she was frozen in place, completely disconnected from daishou, her love, as he not-so-gently pushed her out the door, slamming it in her face.

she felt tears stream down her cheeks and before she knew it, her legs were carrying her to a place she hadn’t been in months.

banging frantically on the door, she cried out, begging for someone, anyone to hear her. the door opened quickly and there you stood. you’d clearly been studying but as you took in her frazzled appearance, it seemed as though your heart broke.

you ushered her inside, sat her own the couch, and began to make her a cup of tea, your parents having been out for the night as well. once the kettle went off, you quickly prepped her drink and gave it to her, the words flowing out of her like liquid once she had taken a sip.

she didn’t know why she was even there but despite the animosity between the two of you, you seemed like you truly... cared. (neither of you mentioned the tears that stained your favorite t shirt or the quiet apologies you muttered into her hair).

that night quickly went and passed and by the next day, she was feeling rejuvenated and more like herself. however, that feeling quickly dissipated when she caught you in the hallway between classes speaking with daishou behind the stairwell in hushed tones.

within the span of a few hours, her heart had been broken twice and she was sure she’d never felt such heartache before.

she turned on her heel and darted away, avoiding your every attempt to talk to her for weeks and weeks until you just... stopped trying. after you’d cut off conversation, yet again, the sadness quickly festered and morphed into anger.

that anger only grew when she watched you graduate at the top of your class in your senior year, your smile blinding as you accepted your diploma. it only grew when she saw that you had made it into the university of your choice on your instagram story, her own rejection letter torn up in the bottom of her wastebin. it only grew when she saw you’d made your own youtube channel, her own going untouched and neglected (her last video had been a half-assed “get ready with me” that had more dislikes than likes due to her horrible makeup and even worse attitude).

soon enough, the rage had intensified until it had taken over her whole being. she was just so angry at all that you’d done to her, all the ways you’d ruined her life that she couldn’t keep herself from plotting your demise.

when she got the email from the hyper house management team that invited her into the house and offered the option that she could pick someone she wanted to move in as well, her anger turned into excitement.

this was her chance. this was her moment to turn your life into a living hell, to make it at least a fraction of what she went through by your hands.

she was going to make you pay and god, was it going to feel great.

the metal of the handcuffs chafed her wrists as she adjusted herself against the cool leather of the cruiser, the discomfort removing her from her reverie.

yeah, right. it seemed as though she was the only one “paying” right about now.

she tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling, tears filling her eyes but refusing to fall.

things definitely weren’t meant to turn out like this. not at all.

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waka-chan-out · 3 years

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Okay so I heard you were looking for requests for short stuff so do you have any headcanons for getting just. Absolutely railed by Haikyuu team captains, please and thank you. (I really love your stuff and I hope you take this!)

Rough Captain Headcanons

sub captains edition here.

you heard correctly!! (though this did not end up being very short lmaoo) i am a whore for the haikyuu captains so you’ve come to the right place. and thank you so much! i’ll take any opportunity to talk about my boys.

i included literally every single captain i could think of, including the karasuno captains after daichi and our timeskip kings. have fun.

post-timeskip, obviously.

content warnings: mostly gn! reader (but occasional fem!), lots of pet names, lots of teasing and degradation, hair pulling, spanking, three (3) creampies god i hate that word, hickies, handcuffs, etc. all of these are established relationship.

so i don’t know how to describe what exactly these headcanons are? i don’t think all of the captains are the “railing” type. however, these are basically just headcanons for when they go their hardest and either accidentally or purposefully get carried away.

Sawamura Daichi

likes to cage you under him and just lose it. will loop an arm around your waist and lift you up into him, so your back arches and he can hit the perfect angle.

will. not. let you look away. grabs your chin. pulls your hair. will move you however he needs to so he can look you in the eyes while he’s pounding into you.

“Shy now, princess?” Daichi said, tipping your chin to look at him. “Don’t hide. You look so pretty like this.” A sharp breath left your lips as he pressed his hips farther forward, grinding into you and sending a shock of pleasure through your body. “That’s it, sweetheart. Taking it so well. Let me give you what you deserve.”

Ennoshita Chikara

he’s a hair puller. like he doesn’t think much about it but he really likes pulling you by your hair back against his chest so he can whisper dirty shit in your ear. sometimes he gets a little too aggressive with it, so if you’re into that kind of thing, he’s your man.

possessive as all hell. you’re going out for drinks with coworkers? he’s leaving a hickie right at the collar of your top so everyone can see that you’re taken. coming out to dinner with his old teammates? he’s going to have an arm on you all night. loves to pull you in and remind you of things you did the night before to get you flustered.

very particular about how you’re positioned. will pin your arms above your head and readjust his grip several times. pushes your legs out of the way. grabs your jaw and moves your face where he wants you. somehow he doesn’t realize how hot that is until you tell him to his face. he’s still confused about it but has learned to love that you love it.

Chikara ran a hand up your side and let it rest in your hair for a moment before tugging hard. You gasped as he pulled it back and to the side, exposing your neck so he could leave marks as he pushed deeper inside you. You let out a whimper and tried to loop an arm around his neck but he grabbed your wrist and pinned it down.

“Patience, love. I want everyone to be able to tell I fucked you senseless.”

Yamaguchi Tadashi

he tries to dirty talk, but it always turns into praise and repeating how much he loves you.

aggressive and whiny, begging for more even though he’s the one giving it to you.

prefers when you ride him, but will do anything you ask of him. loves being told what to do. thinks you directing him to go faster or slower or a little to the left is the sexiest thing on the planet. he will fuck the life out of you if you just ask nicely.

“Harder, Tadashi,” you gasped. He grunted and snapped his hips as fast and as hard as it seems his body would let him.

“God, you’re gonna make me come. How do you feel so fucking good?” You smiled at the praise and pulled him in for a kiss. His breath hissed against your face as he continued pushing into you. You wrapped your legs tight around him and he let out a whine, pressing his face against yours. “I’m so fucking glad you’re mine.”

Oikawa Tooru

he’s a biter

likes to be lazy and dirty talks while you ride him usually, but every so often he shifts and will fuck you until tears are running out of your eyes.

will lay on top of you while you’re on your stomach, an arm looped around your neck, and just fuck you into the bedsheets. he’s wrapped up in his own little world, choking on high pitched moans and gasping for breath. like i said, he’s a biter, so you end up with marks all over your neck and shoulders. he’s just a fucking baby. the sounds he makes are so whiny and breathy it sounds like he’s the one getting destroyed instead of you.

“Ngh, fuck,” Tooru gasped. His breath was hot in your ear as you panted into the mattress. “Feel so good around me. You’re just begging for my cum, aren’t you?” You wanted to laugh and tell him you weren’t the one begging, but you couldn’t. Your breath was being torn from your lungs with every thrust. Tooru sunk his teeth into your shoulder as he pounded into you harder, letting out a soft whimper against your skin. His voice raised in pitch until he was practically whining. “Hah—gonna come soon. You feel so good.” His voice trailed off as it reached a whimper and he buried his face back against your neck, body shaking in anticipation.

Kuroo Tetsuro

spanking spanking spanking

seriously, hits it from the back and is not nice about it.

kuroo likes pulling you closer by your hips or ankles, turning you over whenever he feels like it, whatever. he just likes being able to toss you around and position you so he hits you just right every time.

“What? Trying to get away? That’s not how you take it, is it?” Kuroo grabbed your hips and yanked you flush against him. You cried out and buried your face against the bed. “There we go.” He laid a slap on your ass and laughed at the small sound you let out. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not going anywhere.”

Bokuto Koutarou

he fucks himself dumb. accidentally goes so hard he’s whining and can barely hear you if you ask him to speed up or slow down.

likes missionary because he likes being as close to you as humanly possible and it gives him the best leverage to just.....lose it. gasping against your face and babbling about how good you feel. going off of that, he has a very hard time pulling out. lord have mercy. use a condom or get on a reliable birth control because as much as he tries, he’s never going to have any self-control in the moment.

he forgets just how strong he is sometimes, which results in bruises and weak limbs and occasionally trouble walking. he always apologizes profusely and offers many kisses to make up for it even after you insist that you’re fine.

“Baby, please let me come inside you. Please. Oh my god,” Koutarou whined, tightening his grip on your thigh and snapping his hips harder.

“Yes, Kou. Please.” You brought him down into a kiss. You were both panting and Koutarou was moaning, practically vibrating against you as he got closer. He began moving erratically, pounding harder into you and making you cry out.

“M’sorry. Fuck. I’m gonna come.” His chest heaved as he thrust into you hard once, twice, and let out a long groan. You could feel him twitching inside you, hands clutching your skin so hard it was almost painful. He mumbled praise and curses and nonsense against your lips, slowing his movement until he collapsed on top of you. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your forehead and tucked his face into your neck. “Thank you. I love you. Oh my god.”

Futakuchi Kenji

likes holding your legs and moving them around to see what gets the biggest reaction from you. doesn’t care what position you’re in but loves when your legs are closed and lifted so you’re extra tight around him.

his goal is to see you as desperate as possible. he’ll do whatever it takes to get your eyes rolling back, your hands clutching at anything they can grab, mindless pleading, all of it. he just wants to watch you fall apart because of him, and i gotta say, he’s good at getting his way.

“Oh, that’s it. Look at you,” Kenji cooed. He gently wiped a tear from your face as he readjusted your legs with his other hand, holding them tightly to his chest. “Coming apart already. I’m just getting started. Are you going to be good for me?”

Daishou Suguru

finger sucking finger sucking finger sucking. loves watching you gag so he’ll shove two fingers deep into your mouth and strokes them over your tongue. he also just does it to shut you up whenever he feels like it.

likes edging and teasing a little too much. will hold off from fucking you until you’re genuinely angry at him, so wet that he can push in with no resistance. then he makes it up to you by fucking you until you’re sobbing or your eyes are rolling back in your head. you’ve never had an orgasm with him that didn’t feel like you might not live to see the end of it.

“You like that, don’t you?” Suguru said, thumbing over your bottom lip as his cock slid between your legs, not pushing in like you desperately wanted him to. “Like when I use you like this? Should I just come like this? I don’t even have to fuck you to get myself off.” You let out a pathetic noise in protest and he laughed. “Maybe another time. Today I’ll be nice and give you my cock.” He dragged between your legs again and stopped at your entrance, slowly sinking in and pulling a relieved sigh from your throat. “There we go. That’s my fuckin’ girl.” He slid two long fingers between your lips, pressing on the back of your tongue and nearly making you gag. “Now stay quiet while I use you.”

Terushima Yuuji

i.......i gotta mention the tongue piercing. i’m sorry. i know he gives the most enthusiastic, sloppiest head and FOR SURE owns a vibrating tongue ring. what a whore. i love him.

i feel like he’s messy. like he’s into spitting and really sloppy kissing and cum play and everything. will come in your mouth and tell you to hold it there while he fucks you stupid. sometimes kisses it out of your mouth. he’s a freak and i like it.

“Yuuji, fuck.” You could practically hear your body vibrating, past orgasms still lingering under your skin.

“Yeah? Tell me where you want me to come,” he said. You groaned as he abused the perfect angle inside of you and smirked down at your strained expression. “Not gonna talk to me?” You stayed silent as your head tipped back against your pillow. He chuckled and grabbed your face. “Open.” You blinked up at him and did as you were told, sticking out your tongue. He leaned forward and spat into your mouth. “I’m gonna come inside of you. Yeah? That what you want?” You nodded and swallowed, eyes pinched shut and voice frozen in your throat. He laughed and snapped his hips harder. “That’s right. Anything for you, princess.”

Ushijima Wakatoshi

so we’ve all agreed: horse cock ushijima, however, he usually uses those powers for good. very gentle, very eager to please, exactly what you’d want in a man.

he’s not a hard dom, but sometimes he gets so overwhelmed with how much he loves you that he forgets how strong he is. pounding into you with his whole heart and whispering in your ear how much he adores you between groans. very vocal. a little too rough. definitely feels very guilty when you’re sore the next day but if you kiss him and tell him you liked it....he may be willing to throw caution to the wind again sometime.

Wakatoshi didn’t speak much, but the room was far from silent. He made the prettiest sounds when he was lost in you, grunts turning to long moans, made even sweeter when they were hummed against your lips. The groan of the bed mixed with the strike of skin against skin, white noise behind your already muddled thoughts. Wakatoshi pushed your legs farther toward your chest and leaned down, laying his face right against your ear.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice seemed to rumble through your entire body. “You’re so good to me, darling. I love you.”

Kita Shinsuke

very soft. y’all are never gonna catch me writing hard dom kita shinsuke. HOWEVER. he is so eager that sometimes it’s a little too much for either of you. like he doesn’t realize how aggressive he’s been until you’re both literally unable to catch your breath and have to just lay in silence for a while. will ask you very nicely if you’re okay and get you water and anything else you need, but he will have this little grin on his face the whole time because he’s so happy to be able to put you both in that state.

Kita’s face scrunched up into a tight wince as he came, as his hips slowing into hard, deep thrusts that made your vision go white. Your grip in his hair was so tight you were sure it hurt, but you couldn’t help it when he was scrambling your brain with every touch. He stopped moving and you realized just how hard both of you were breathing. It felt like you couldn’t fill your lungs, body so spent that it couldn’t even do what it needed to do to survive. His braced arms on either side of your head were shaking, and his eyes were still shut tight.

“Shin,” you said, as steadily as you could through your gasping breaths. He didn’t answer. “Shin, baby, you okay?”

He exhaled hard and smiled, then let himself fall on top of you.

“Perfect. I’m—you’re perfect. I love you.” You laughed and combed your fingers through his hair, then pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I love you too.”

Meian Shūgo

what to say about this man......

i feel like my opinions about what he likes and doesn’t like are kind of hot takes, because most of the stuff i see with him is hard dom. but. i raise you: overly excited switch meian shūgo.

captain meian shūgo likes to be teased and edged within an inch of his sanity. he likes when you talk shit and order him around and he’s DEFINITELY into handcuffs. however, he always pays you back for it. even if he’s still cuffed up and a little pink in the face from embarrassment, he will absolutely use you. very loud. loves when you leave scratch marks. loves leaving hickies everywhere.

You were almost shocked by the high moan that left Shūgo’s throat as he finally sunk into you. His face screwed up in pleasure and concentration as he withdrew his hips and drove them back against you.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this. You tease me all that time but you can’t wait for me to fuck you like this, can you?”

“That’s some tough talk for someone whose wrists are still bound,” you said through a smile. He let out a breathy laugh and braced his hands on your stomach, still connected by leather and a short chain.

“Doesn’t keep me away from you.” He raised an eyebrow and pushed deeper inside you. “I can still use your body when I’m all tied up.”

Hirugami Fukurō

pulling a headcanon from his brother’s list and saying he likes getting his hair pulled, which means he loooooves going down on you.

will leave your legs feeling like jelly because he makes you come at least three times, and each one is hard. like, you forget where you are and can’t breathe for a few minutes afterward.

will cock warm you until you’re begging him to please, please move. proceeds to fuck you slowly, but so hard and so deep you’re feeling him between your legs the entire next day.

“Done already? That’s no fun,” Fukuro teased. You were still shaking from the last time he had pushed you over and he wasn’t helping the situation, thumb still circling your clit after already abusing it with his tongue.

“Come on. You know how to take me.” He continued easing his cock into you, dragging out all of the breath remaining in your body.

“Please,” you whispered. He smiled and leaned closer.

“Please what, love? Do you want me to stop? Use your words.”

“No.”

“Then tell me what you want.”

“Want you to—“ You gasped. “—fuck me. Please.” Fukuro grinned and positioned himself so he had more leverage over you.

“Good girl.”

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haikyuuwaifu · 2 years

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Ch.36

Feel My Love

Genre: Drama, Angst

Warnings: Swearing, Name Calling, Crude Language, Mild violence, mentions of blood

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KUROO THE UNBOTHERED KING

Kuroo looked around the room, taking in its emptiness. His friends had scattered, giving him some privacy to deal with the bane of his existence. Y/N was near the door, seeing the last person out, and Akane merely stood there, arms crossed over her chest. Kuroo of years before, would have found the stance attractive, as her arms pushed her breasts up, and made them look fuller than they actually were. The Kuroo of today, could give a shit less what her tits looked like, especially since he’s already got the feeling of Y/n’s engrained into his memories.

Seeing her had been a shock, but that’s all it had been. Once Kuroo processed that she was in fact in front of him, he paid her no mind, as his eyes followed Y/N around the room. Akane merely sneered, throwing her hair behind her shoulder and scoffing. “I don’t know what the hell you’re doing looking at her, but I’m right fucking here.” Kuroo only shrugged, uncaring enough to respond. Y/N shook her head softly, a smile playing at her pretty lips. “You’ll have to deal with it.” She mumbled, making her way over to cup Kuroo’s cheeks. “Finish it, and we’ll have some fun of our own.” She winked, pulling him down to press her lips against his own. Kuroo only groaned, slipping his tongue into her mouth, and tasting the mixture of alcohol and her. Y/N pulled back, tugging his bottom lip gently, a teasing smile on her face. “Finish things, when its over, I’ll be in my room.” Making her way toward her room, Y/N reached her arm out, grabbing Akane by the hair harshly. Hauling her free hand back, she made a fist with her hand, and brought it careening forward, catching the other woman in the face. “That’s for what you did to him in high school. Be glad my horniness for that fine ass man, outweighs the urge I have to beat your ass.” She muttered, throwing the woman on the floor and leaving the room.

Akane lay there, hands covering her face, as the tears started streaming. Kuroo took a seat on the chair behind him, and watched, his hands folded in his lap. “What did you think you were going to accomplish?” He whispered his voice low and filled with malice. “Showing up here, what did you think you were going to achieve?” As blood trickled down her face, Akane looked up at him, her lips trembling. “Daishou said it would be easy, to make you look stupid in front of that girl...to get you back under my thumb.” She hissed, wiping her hands on her shirt, as she tried to stop the bleeding. “You were always such a fucking loser.” She snarked, reaching into her bag to grab a pack of tissues. “You still probably are, hiding behind some bitch that’s only using you.” Kuroo only shrugged, leaning back in his seat. “And If I was, that’s not your fucking business.” He provided, pulling his phone out of his pocket to check his messages. Y/N had sent him a few, and something in one of them caught his attention immediately.

Shoving his phone in his pocket, he stood up to leave. “I’ve got nothing to say to you. You bullied me, when all I wanted to do was love you.” he mumbled, looking down at her with disdain. “You’re ugly, inside and out. Absolute bottom of the barrel trash, and I guess, I will say thank you...if only for brining me to today.” he murmured, looking down into the hallway. “If I didn’t go through living hell with you, I wouldn’t have found heaven in her.” “So thanks for being an absolute piece of shit Akane...now get the fuck out before I call the police.” He grunted, stepping over her and making his way to Y/N’s room. He needed to have a little talk with his princess.

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kaitycole · 3 years

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fuji, honeycrisp, or gala?

Summary: Daishou goes apple picking with his family, will he return with more than a basket of fruit?

Pairings: Daishou x gn!reader, Daishou x Mika (past tense)

Word Count: 963

Warnings: Poor attempt at humor. Fall fluff. Adorable niece.

A/N: Part of the @celestialarchiveshq fall collab.

Daishou is exhausted, he spent most of the night on a bullet train coming home from Aichi, unable to get a decent rest once he finally got to his parents house, so the last thing he wants to be doing is being drug around by his older sister, Sumiko. But here he is, up at 9am, sleep still heavy in his eyes, dragging his feet to the car to go apple picking. On the way there, his head’s leaning against the window, the humming sound of the tires on the road are enough to lull him to sleep, but Sumiko continues rambling on and on.

At first, it was about how all her friends had partners to go with them and take pictures with and then she moved on to how she wanted a boyfriend which somehow led to her asking him about Mika, a topic he definitely wasn’t getting into this early on a Saturday morning. He understands that Sumiko loves Mika, that the two were like two peas in a pod, but they just grew out of the ways they fit together, time and distance isn’t always kind to relationships, leaving him unsure of what more he could tell her other than ‘we broke up’.

“You might have better luck in the dating department if you didn’t have that scowl on your face.” Sumiko teases, giggling when Daishou rolls his eyes, “right, Fuyuko?”

The little dark-haired girl looks up at her mom in the rear view mirror before she starts laughing, “yes, Mama!”

Daishou tries to hide the smile on his face, but it’s painfully obvious to everyone that he’s completely weak when it comes to his three-year-old niece. If asked and he was honest, he’d tell you the only reason he even bothered to get up this early was because he got a video call on Thursday night from a bright-eyed Fuyuko saying “Uncle Sugu get apples too?”

** It’s not that he hates crowded places, but there’s a slight anxiety that fills him when he’s out with Fuyuko and there’s a ton of people, especially since she’s entered a phase where she likes to just run off when she sees something interesting. He feels a tug at his heart when he feels her little hand grab his much larger one, her olive-green eyes meet his matching ones, a huge smile on her face.

Fuyuko pulls on Daishou’s arm, attempting to drag him over to the cut-outs where pictures can be taken, demanding he takes a picture with her before asking to be carried on his shoulders, which he does. Sumiko tries her hardest not to laugh as crumbs from her daughter’s cookie ends up in Daishou’s hair, he doesn’t say anything, he really did have endless patience when it came to her.

“What do you say we give Uncle Sugu a break, Fuyu?” Sumiko plucks her off his shoulders after he squats down a bit.

“Uncle Sugu mad?” The little girl pokes out her bottom lip, already a master of the puppy-dog look, Daishou already knowing he was wrapped around her finger for the rest of eternity.

“No sweet girl, I’ll be right back.” He pats her on the top of the head, excusing himself to the bathroom.

He lets out a yawn, more awake than he was when he got in the car but less awake than everyone around him seems to be. He shakes his fingers through his hair, lips curling a bit in disgust as cookie crumbs fall out and he walks into the restroom.

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Daishou lets out an exhausted sigh, leave it to Sumiko to walk off and not bother to answer her phone so they could meet back up. He shoves his phone back in his pocket, glancing around when he notices someone with their hands full, trying to reach down and pick up an apple that fell.

“Oh, let me.” He reaches down, a small smile on his lips as he hands you the fallen fruit.

“Wasn’t there a downfall of humanity the last time someone accepted a fruit from a snake-like stranger?” You smirk, watching your words leave him unbalanced.

He catches the apple after tossing it up in the air, seeming to have gained his confidence back, “guess I’ll have to keep this one. C’mon.”

“Where to?” Your tone suggests that you’re hesitant of his words, but your actions are different, trying to quickly catch up to his side.

“To get you a new apple.” He smirks, “since this one could cause another downfall and all.”

You roll your eyes, “well I’m sure that one would be okay if you at least told me your name.”

“Uncle Sugu!” The both of you turn, Fuyuko running straight towards him, huge alligator tears in her eyes, “lost you!”

Daishou doesn’t miss a beat, squatting down he immediately scoops her up into his arms, the little girl quickly calming down and you find yourself smiling at the exchange.

She sniffles a couple more times before noticing you standing there, face lighting up, “Hi! I’m Fuyuko!”

“I’m YN.” You scrunch your nose up as you smile at her, gaining a giggle from the young girl.

“You know Uncle Sugu?”

Daishou tries to explain, but you cut him off, “he owes me an apple. Right Uncle Sugu?”

“I go too!” Fuyuko pushes her hands on his chest, signaling for him to put her down before she reaches out for your hand, grabbing his too.

Daishou lets out a sigh, already knowing the two of you will be nothing but a handful, but he couldn’t say no to Fuyuko and he has to admit that he’d really love to see that smile of yours again, directed at him.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

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#haikyuu!!#hq daishou #daishou suguru #daishou x reader #haikyuu x reader #fall fluff #daishou fluff #haikyuu fluff #daishou x gn!reader #haikyuu reader insert #hq reader insert #gn!reader #gn!reader insert

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Head empty thinking of Daishou and Kuroo in an omegaverse where they're both rivals who are positive that they'll both present as Alphas, only for Kuroo to present as an omega and Daishou to present as an Alpha.

And suddenly Daishou's not sure if it's actual rivalry between them or sexual tension when his head grows dazed every time he catches a whiff of Kuroo's impassioned scent when the two continue bickering because like hell Kuroo's going to stand down just because of something as silly as his secondary gender.

But then Kuroo’s heat creeps up on him during another round of their stupid arguments~

Warnings: NSFW, A/B/O Dynamics, Rimming, Knotting, Dub-Con, Degradation

Kuroo is exceptionally irritable and he knows that he's running his mouth more than usual, but he can't help it, not when something burns and aches within him, not when seeing Daishou today makes him feel even hotter than usual. And it's like he can't shut up, going far beyond just playful bantering, being a downright brat as he continues snapping at Daishou.

Daishou isn't faring much better, something about Kuroo keeping his eyes locked even more on him than usual, making every word that comes out of his mouth impossible to ignore. And something inside of him snaps when Kuroo mocks his Alpha status and before he knows it, he's growling at the taller man, pride soaring within him at the whimper and way Kuroo instincitvely bares his neck in submission. But the two freeze in a strange moment of clarity as Kuroo's scent grows and grows, thick and heavy, intoxicating.

Almost instinctively Kuroo opens his legs and like a magnet, Daishou is right there, presence dominating and overpowering despite Kuroo's technically larger stature as he forces Kuroo's thighs further apart, nose diving into the crook of the neck where the delicious smell is stemming from. And they both shiver at the wanton high pitched keen Kuroo lets out as Daishou licks the inflamed scent gland.

But it's the faint scraping of teeth against the vulnerable spot that has Kuroo desperately pushing at Daishou's chest. "Stop it. We can't-" He moans as Daishou's hand ruthlessly slips under his pants, into his boxers, wrapping around his already leaking cock, giving it a few playful tugs before slipping further down and down until his digits are coated with Kuroo's slick that's already made a sopping wet mess of his clothes.

"Your mouth says one thing, but your body says another one, kitten." He scowls as Kuroo furiously shakes his head in denial, weakly pushing at him and pleading for him to stop still despite the way he releases even more slick under Daishou's ministrations. "Shut your mouth and stop resisting." He doesn't mean to let his Alpha voice slip into the words, but it's too late and he watches in awe as Kuroo's omega instincts immediately have him docilely snapping his mouth shut and staying still. "Well well. Looks like you CAN listen after all."

And something primal in him roars in approval as Kuroo succumbs to his heat, hazel eyes growing hazier, body becoming pliant, beautiful lewd moans and whimpers escaping him as Daishou ravages him, takes him apart piece by piece. It's hard to fight his natural instincts to just bury his cock in the tight ass in front of him, but he takes advantage of Kuroo's unusual submission, exploring every inch of the taut body in front of him, kissing and tasting his mouth, swallowing the omega's moans as their tongues swirl around each other. He smirks as Kuroo's back arches as his mouth lowers, leaving a wet trail in its wake as he bites and licks a line down to a perky nipple, humming in pleasure when Kuroo wails as his mouth latches onto the bud, his fingers harshly pinching the other.

He cruelly laughs when all it takes is a few more flicks of a tongue and tweaking of fingers for Kuroo's cock to pathetically cum all over himself, but he doesn't stop, practically bending Kuroo in half as he hauls his lower body up in the air, finding the perfect angle for his mouth to easily access the dripping mess heat has made his ass as Kuroo's cock dangles in the air above his own face.

Everything is so hot, muddled, dizzying, and Kuroo wails as a hot wet mouth explores his most private part, lewd slick sounds echoing throughout the room, his eyes rolling back, his body thrashing as much as it can in Daishou's grip as a tongue slithers inside of him, reaching deeper and deeper, dragging against his sensitive walls, intent on drinking and tasting every last drop that Kuroo has to offer. It's so good, too good, too much and Kuroo screams as he falls apart once again, his cum painting his own face obscenely.

The debauched view of Kuroo's face coated with his own cum, drool and tears streaming down his face breaks the last of Daishou's restraint and Kuroo whimpers as he's suddenly flipped over, his upper body exhaustedly slumped on the floor as his hips are forcefully raised by calloused hands. But there's no time to rest, not when a thick head is entering his fluttering hole, sliding easily inside the stretched out and gushing hole, and the omega inside of Kuroo croons, a new wave of arousal hitting him hard as his body responds to finally receiving the cock it had been so desperate for.

If he were in his right mind, he'd swear the whining ecstatic voice wasn't his. But he's not and all he can think about is alpha, cock, Daishou as he begs to be bred, for Daishou's cum, to be knotted. Faster. Harder. Alpha Alpha Alpha. And how can Daishou refuse the gorgeous depraved sight in front of him? How can he resist when the beautiful, strong omega in front of him is perfectly presenting and submitting to him? How can he deny the needy slut he's made out of his long-time rival?

His already brutal pace increases and Kuroo brokenly cries as his hole is plundered over and over again, his bouncing cock leaking and cumming nonstop under the onslaught, making a sticky mess of his stomach and the floor underneath him. But none of that matters, not when he can feel the swell of Daishou's knot forming inside of him, spreading him impossibly far and then continuing, filling him, locking him in place. And he breaks apart one last time as the torrent of hot liquid spills inside of him, his hands protectively wrapping his stomach in awe and contentment as he's stuffed full, filled to the brim with the seed he craved for.

His eyelids flutter shut in exhaustion as Daishou repositions them until they're comfortably side by side, Kuroo's back pressed against Daishou's chest as his unruly hair tickles the bottom of Daishou's face, their lower bodies still locked by the knot inside of him. But he moans as Daishou casually flicks one of his sensitive nipples. "Get some rest while you can kitty cat. Because when you're next wave hits, we're doing this all over again."

#haikyuu smut #kuroo x daishou #kuroo smut #daishou smut #haikyuu omegaverse #alpha daishou #omega kuroo #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #tw: dubcon

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jui-imouto-chan · 3 years

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Hi again! Ok so I think I get the Miya twins aging and de-aging thing but I’d be really interested to hear about it more! (Possibly as a continuation with his and Kita’s relationship as well? Kitahina is criminally underrated)

And does Daishou ever come into the story? The au is really good and I honestly would love to hear anything new about it.

Part 11

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Ily thank you for the ask 🥺💕🧡 I did not watch any of the OVA but I will ten billion percent put Daishou in bc Season 4 had him and I’ve kinda really liked him.

(Snake boi,,,, 😳😳 this one got too long to put him in but if I get another request I will write him. He is,,, 👌🏾✌🏾🥺😍)

Tumblr deleted half of what I wrote even though I saved it so yeayyyyy rewriting time 😌🥲

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“They’re a lot older than they were before! Do foxes usually age this quick?”

Kita held his tongue, observing Hinata ruffle Atsumu’s hair and swipe his thumb along Osamu’s cheek. The twins seemed very content with the contact, although every now and again they’d pass a look along that seemed laced with meaning.

“You guys are adorable though! I hope Natsu still looks this cute when she’s your age!” Hinata’s eyes closed as he grinned at them.

Osamu tracked Hinata’s finger as his face was rubbed, and after thinking for a moment, he glanced at Atsumu and bit Hinata’s thumb.

Everything was still for moment, everyone staring intently at the place where Osamu’s teeth were buried into Hinata’s skin.

“O-Ow!!”

Kita grabbed Osamu by the scruff, opening his mouth to tear into him (in a different way than how he just tore into Hinata’s goddamn thumb), but before he could do so, or even apologize to the redhead, Osamu’s weight increased drastically, his limbs lengthening and proportions adjusting.

Atsumu’s eyes gleamed, taking advantage of the panic to bite Hinata’s other hand, growing to assume the same age as his brother.

“His energy sure is something, huh, ‘Samu!”

Osamu smartly did not respond, Kita’s glare piercing Atsumu the instant he finished speaking. Atsumu gulped audibly, a bit more of the blood seeping into his system and aging him until he was about Kita’s age in appearance.

“Atsumu, you should have found a way to understand by now that your actions have consequences.”

“K-K-Ki-Kita-san???” Atsumu scrambled back and away, bumping into Hinata’s knees, as the ginger had crouched to hold his own arm with tears in his eyes and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Hinata sniffled, Atsumu feeling a guilt like one would get from kicking a wounded puppy—which was not a good feeling to couple with the pure terror one gets from earning Kita’s ire.

“Osamu.”

Said twin froze and began sweating profusely. Despite the increase in size, Kita dangled him the way one would hold a particularly rowdy cat.

He desperately tried to minimize the shiver of his voice and be as formal and thereby responsible as he could, though even as he managed a, “Y-Yes?” he could feel his life start to come to an end.

“I don’t care about nor need your explanation—I know why you did this, but Hinata doesn’t. Explain to him clearly, and then apologize, before I cut out your tongues and take each of your teeth out one-by-one.”

Kita’s threats were rare, but very effective.

Once Kita released Osamu’s collar, the twins scooted close to one another on the ground, whispering back and forth with their skin significantly paler than it was before. Eventually, after some muttering and a very pointed glare from Kita, the two composed themselves, sitting on their heels. Osamu coughed, earning Hinata’s watery gaze and faltering slightly.

“Um. So. I’m Miya Osamu, that’s Atsumu.”

“Hinata Shoyo. Nice to meet you,” Hinata murmured, bowing his head, cheeks a bit puffed up. Kita approached him to place a hand on his head.

“We used to be guardians of a shrine nearby here, but it fell into ruin as people stopped coming by and taking care of it.” Atsumu began.

“People would only come by during celebrations. We’d perform during festivals, and we required everyone to be completely silent, or else the performance would be ruined. As we’d do our dances on opposite sides of the mountain where the shrines were, we’d be offering mana to the forest to keep it flourishing.”

“That’s so cool!” Hinata piped, although he quickly stifled his impressed exclamations as Kita pet his hair.

“Usually after the performance, we’d be low on mana, but we’d hide in the woods for a little bit until we were back to normal—”

“—But people got greedy. They knew we were already weaker without offerings being made to the shrine, and they were ready to take advantage of our decrease in mana.”

“Kita-san’s grandmother would give us offerings and come to every performance at the festivals. Kita-san joined her, of course, but one year, she brought along some girls in hopes to help him find a bride—”

“—even though he was like, twelve!”

Hinata gasped and looked up at the silverette, seemingly in awe. “Kita-san, you had game from a young age?!”

“I don’t know, do I have ‘game’ now?”

The redhead struggled to answer, especially with the amusement dancing in Kita’s eyes.

Atsumu cut in before Hinata could embarrass himself, “Those stupid girls decided to be annoying during my performance, and ended up distracting me. Usually with the dance, we can steadily feed the forest mana and influence how much leaves us. Since it was interrupted—”

“'Tsumu lost a lot of mana, and I had to try to compensate it. Kita-san’s grandma tried to help me, but 'Tsumu was grabbed by some adults before Kita-san could get to him. When they went into the forest, I got away from Kita-san’s grandma to find them.”

“They sealed most of our power, but Kita-san managed to interrupt the ritual before they could force us into a contract. Kita-san was so angry, it was like watching the beast from Naruto.”

“Oh, the Nine-Tails!” Osamu corrected.

“Didn’t it have a name? Kuroomi or something??”

“Ah, Kurama!” Hinata blurted.

“Yeah, that!” The twins affirmed, snapping and pointing—or were those finger guns?

“He totally looked like Kurama when he was beating the shit out of those dudes!”

“I think he only turned back when his grandma started calling for him.”

“So, let me get this straight—”

Osamu coughed, “—Good luck with that—”

“—Kita-san can turn into a super gigantic awesome fox monster and you two keep getting younger? Except for when you get mana?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

Hinata practically had stars in his eyes.

“We know it’s selfish to ask this of you after we, uh, bit you...”

“But, Shoyo-kun....”

The twins bowed, foreheads touching the floor. “Please form a contract with us.”

“...Eh?”

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•• Part 11 of (?) ••

• A lot of this is influenced by Natsume Yuujinchou to some extent and I am not sorry. Also ykno how I reblogged Kindaichi with his hair down? I did so while looking for some KinHina, and now I’m a little tempted to write smthn. Or maybe KuniHina. Or literally anyone with Hinata because when I say hinata harem I mean Hinata HAREM. •

•• Send Asks for more! Feel free to ask about characters and send Headcanons! Or if u wanna just talk Haikyuu/ships, I’m good with that too! :) and for other parts, search the “summoner au” tag on my blog and you’ll find em! ••

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karasuno-chaos · 3 years

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Jigsaw Puzzles (Nekoma Third Years & Reader)

I wasn’t kidding when I said I want in on the Nekoma third years’ gossip sessions. Also, Lev, I’m sorry I make fun of you so much in this. I swear I really do love you. -Giz

Word Count: 1,438

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“Coasters, people!” you command as you carefully enter Kai’s family room with two mugs of tea. Yaku stops pestering Kuroo long enough to distribute coasters around the coffee table. You pass him one of the mugs as Kai hands one off to Kuroo, and the four of you settle in for an afternoon of each other’s company.

“What are the options today?” Kai asks.

“I brought three,” Kuroo says, placing jigsaw puzzle boxes on the table. “First, there’s the periodic table, a classic.”

“No,” Yaku groans.

“You nerd,” you accuse, promptly pulling that option off of the table.

“This is why none of you will ever be considered geniuses,” Kuroo grumbles.

“Well neither will you, so we’re obviously not missing out on anything.”

“Whatever. Then what about this Utagawa cat print?”

“Very traditional,” Kai observes.

“Not very fun, though,” Yaku muses. “Don’t you have anything more contemporary?”

“The world is full of critics,” Kuroo sighs. “The only other one I brought is this photo of a Tokyo street in the rain.”

“It’s interesting,” you hum.

“Definitely the most colorful,” Kai agrees. “All in favor?”

After resounding agreement, the puzzle pieces are scattered across the table and you get to work picking out the border. This will be your twenty-third puzzle together. The pastime started when you were all first years. You’d met Kuroo and Yaku through your cousin Kai, and after becoming friends, started hanging out regularly to swap stories and gossip. At one point you’d suggested building a puzzle, and it was just mindless enough to perfectly facilitate conversation while keeping everyone entertained. You still sometimes do other activities together like watch a movie or bake cookies, but puzzles have somehow become your thing. You hope you’ll be able to complete twenty-five of them together before you graduate.

“So what’s the tea?” Yaku asks as he slides a corner piece into place.

“Jasmine,” you reply with a smirk and a sip from your mug. The others roll their eyes.

“I meant the gossip. Who’s got something to start us off?”

“Daishou and Mika are back together apparently,” Kuroo shares.

“Really? What does she see in that snake?” you grumble. “He always seems so smug for no reason.”

“It’s definitely not his volleyball skills,” Yaku smirks. “Didn’t she dump him because he was practicing so much?”

“Something like that,” Kuroo confirms.

“But Nohebi lost in the qualifiers, so now that he’s done with the team, that shouldn’t be a problem anymore,” you observe, completing one side of the border.

“But is he done with volleyball? This could become a recurring problem in their relationship,” Kai says.

“What does it matter? We probably won’t see either of them again.” Kuroo connects a line of pieces to the ones you’ve been arranging, completing the border. When there are four of you working on a puzzle, it goes pretty fast.

“I don’t know. Daishou strikes me as one of those annoying people you can’t seem to get rid of,” Yaku sighs.

“Like Lev?” you tease.

“Exactly.”

“You’ll miss him once you graduate,” Kai promises. The libero grimaces.

“I highly doubt that.”

“You know, just yesterday Lev told me he’d grown another half centimeter,” Kuroo shares.

“Like hell! I’ll believe it when he gets measured officially. I don’t trust him to be honest when he measures himself at home.”

“He seems pretty honest to me,” you say. “Maybe too honest.”

“Sounds like you, Yakkun,” Kuroo teases.

“Don’t you dare compare us,” the libero growls, flicking a puzzle piece at the captain.

“Hey! No losing pieces,” you scold.

“Yes, yes, we’ll behave,” Kuroo promises, though you know he’s only saying it to pacify you. There have been several instances of puzzle pieces flying around the room, and at least two pieces were never recovered. You’ll never let them forget it.

“Anyways,” Yaku continues, piecing together one of the umbrellas in the image, “Lev’s more deceptive than he looks, Y/N. You’d know that if you’d become our manager like we told you to.”

“I already hear plenty about the club from you three. I don’t need to sit through practice every day.”

“And you’re lazy and didn’t want to have to do the work,” Kai teases. You smack him lightly with the back of your hand.

“Speaking of volleyball,” Kuroo says, as though it’s not the subject of conversation seventy-five percent of the time, “supposedly the school paper’s going to run a story on the club before Nationals next month.”

“Really?” you ask. “Is it going to be on the front page or just a little paragraph hidden in the middle?”

“Don’t know yet. Tora’s sister is going to join us at practice sometime this week to ask questions and then write up the article.”

“Good for her. I like Akane,” you say while collecting pieces of one of the buildings. “You guys better be nice to her when she interviews you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep Lev in line,” Yaku promises.

“What is with you and Lev?” you demand. “It’s like you’re obsessed with him.”

“I am not! He just pisses me off.”

“Are you sure you’re not just a tsundere in love?”

“So help me, I will throw all of these pieces around the room if you don’t quit it,” he growls. You just laugh.

“Alright, alright, I’m done. It’s just too easy to push your buttons sometimes.”

“That’s pretty dangerous when I know who your crush is.”

“Wait, Y/N has a crush?” Kuroo abandons the street sign he was working on to look at you intently.

“It’s none of your business,” you mumble, suddenly very interested in the puzzle piece in your hand.

“So Yaku can know who it is but I can’t? Kai, do you know?”

“This is the first I’ve heard of it.” Your cousin is lying, but he’s usually so pleasantly honest that Kuroo doesn’t suspect anything.

“Come on, Y/N, spill the beans. You know I hate being left out.”

“Mm, I don’t think I will.”

“Why not? Are you embarrassed? Is it Lev?”

“Ew, no.” Your grimace is so immediate that the others laugh.

“Okay, then who?” Kuroo persists.

“Figure it out yourself. Yaku did.”

“You didn’t tell him?”

“No,” Yaku confirms, finding the one piece that was missing in the bottom half of the puzzle. “I’m just smarter than you are and saw the signs.”

“Oh really.” Kuroo stares at you intently.

“Hey,” you say, “if you’re not going to help with the puzzle, pass over your pieces.”

“Give me a hint,” he requests while pushing the pieces towards you.

“You look for similar colors and shapes and just try to connect them.”

He rolls his eyes.

“We’ve done over twenty of these. I know how to put a puzzle together. Obviously I’m talking about your crush!”

“Why does it matter?” Yaku demands, coming to your rescue. “It’s not like you’ve shared your crush with us.”

“Who says I have a crush?”

“It’s Kenma,” you answer confidently.

“What? No!”

“You do talk about Kenma all the time,” Kai hums.

“Because he’s my best friend.”

“Friends to lovers really is the best trope,” you declare.

“You’re impossible.”

“Then stop pestering Y/N and work on this puzzle,” Kai says. “We’re almost done.”

“Fine,” Kuroo sighs, “but I’ll get you to tell me someday.”

“Maybe,” you say in something like a promise. “But first you have to pull your weight and finish this street sign you were working on.”

The conversation stalls while you focus on the last patches of the puzzle. Part of you wants to slow down and draw out the experience. You’ll have so few chances to just hang out like this with the volleyball team preparing for Nationals and graduation shortly thereafter. But the anticipation of finishing draws you forward, and soon Kai snaps the last piece in place.

“Beautiful,” Kuroo declares, and the four of you exchange high fives.

“Picture time!” You take out your phone, and your friends pose around the finished puzzle while you memorialize the moment with a photo. Then you perch next to the coffee table at the ready, and Yaku counts down.

“3...2...1!”

It’s a race to deconstruct your hard work, and in moments the puzzle has been reduced to a pile of pieces again. It’s almost sad how quickly it comes apart, but there is joy in the undoing and promise in the anticipation of the next puzzle. You almost always end up slapping hands and trying to elbow each other out of the way. It’s messy and fun, and when you’re with your best friends, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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laceymorganwrites · 4 years

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Haikyuu characters: dom, sub, switch

A/N: I had way too much fun writing this, most of the things in here are controversial and I´m not sorry

Dom:

Iwaizumi: Look, there is no way in hell this man is anything but a top. He just screams dominance.

Kuroo: now, to be honest I struggled a bit with this because I thought that maybe he could be a switch, but idk I just don´t think so anymore. While Kuroo is a dork and awkward sometimes, when it comes to sexual encounters he makes use of his talent to provocate and always finding the right words.

Ushijima: Pretty much the same as Iwaizumi, I just don´t see him any other way. He´s a soft top though because he doesn´t want to hurt you. Only is rough when you ask him.

Kageyama: he´s too proud to bottom. Doesn´t really know what to do as a top, but he will refuse to bottom at all cost.

Ennoshita: soft and caring top. He´s like ´let me take care of everything´

Tsukishima: teasing top, likes it when you put up a fight but will always remain a top

Kiyoko: look, she knows what she wants and she knows just how to make you feel good, so she´ll make sure to take control

Saeko: sex for her is mostly about having fun, but she mostly tops to show you what she likes and honestly she´s the top that makes you forget your own name

Yaku: he might look smol and cute, but that changes in bed. He´s into praise and worship, so tell him exactly what he´s doing to you right now, tell him how good he makes you feel.

Inuoka: another soft top! he makes you laugh during sex so you ease up a bit

Matsuwaka: ´sir´ top. all about you behaving and him punishing you

Konoha: he changes positions a lot, but is always grabbing your ass and pulling you close

Sakusa: look, if you bribe him enough to have sex with you, he´s gonna top or it´s not gonna happen. his rules and you should damn well follow them

Kita: very loving top, it´s all about making you feel good! he doesn´t want you to do the work, just wants you to enjoy yourself

Osamu: the top that grabs your face and tells you to look at him

Houshimi: gets such a powertrip from topping. (you know the tiktok: ´what´s it feel like to get fucked by an oompa loompa?, yeah that´s him, same energy)

Miwa: this woman is a queen! and she´s tell you exactly what she demands

Mika: Mika´s not a woman to take shit from anyone, especially in bed. She know what she wants and she´s damn well gonna get it

Switch:

Daichi: he´s a solid switch, no questions asked, has no problem topping or bottoming, either is fine with him and it just depends on the mood.

Tendou: honestly he´s just so emotional that you´re even willing to have sex with him that he couldn´t care less if he´s gonna be top or bottom. He just wants to show you his love, but also wants to be taken care of

Atsumu: ah yes. He will tell everyone he´s a top. And you´re just like: ´are you sure about that?´ (this bitch is aboutn to have an epiphany). Will only top when he´s frustrated and loves to bottom after a game they won

Hinata: he´s literally just there to have a good time, never bothered thinking about things such as top and bottom, he´s just gonna do whatever he feels like

Semi: he´s a very emotional guy so depending on your mood he´ll either top or bottom. Melts when you take care of him.

Noya: listen, This man loves it when you take charge. But he´s all about equality, so it´s just about give and take in your relationship

Tanaka: he fucking worships you okay, so down to bottom once in a while, but also wants to show you how much he loves you

Keishin: used to be top, but the older he gets the less he cares, he loves it when he can lay back once in a while and let you do the work

Akaashi: he´s all about communication, also he thinks it´s boring to be either, there´s so much more possibilities if you switch

Bokuto: he has too much energy and love for you. also loves trying out new things, choosing either top or bottom just restricts him too much

Lev: he thought he was top at first but when he bottomed the first time, he changed his mind. He just wants him and you to feel good.

Hanamaki: soft man. it´s always so chill and loving with him, whatever you do.

Kyoutani: okay in public it might look like he´s a top, but in private he needs to be put in his place occasionally (and fuck he loves it, but you´re the only one who knows it)

Futakuchi: this bitch. he´s way into degradation (on him) so he thrives when you top

Aone: it´s all about your well being for him, he just wants to please you, in whatever position that might be

Terushima: he thinks choosing is stupid, just wants to have fun and try everything out, choosing one would just get boring

Aran: much like Aone he just wants you to be comfortable and feel loved, is all about respecting you

Sub:

Suga: power bottom. wants you to be in control so he knows what you like

Kenma: has zero experience before you, so he´s glad when you take the reigns.

Oikawa: okay I know, very controversial, BUT it´s just in his nature. Loves being shut up and pushed around

Daishou: this bitch tells everyone he´s top, brags about it but we all know Mika pegs him

Asahi: this sweetheart just doesn´t want to hurt you and he needs the reassurance that he´s doing things right and it feels good for you

Yamaguchi: doesn´t really know what to do, so he´s super happy when you take control. he´s so sweet and will compliment you all the time

Yachi: she´s super shy so when you and her do it she still hides her face

Akiteru: he just wants you to feel good and he always feels best when you´re on top, it´s like you know all of his soft spots and he loves it

Udai: with his job he just wants to come home to you and be taken care of

Yamamoto: worships you so much!! just wants to be a good boy for you

Alisa: she just loves being spoiled silly, and honestly who could say no to her?

Kunimi: another little bitch, very bratty bottom. every time you ask him if he´d rather top, he´s all pouty, like ´no´

Kindaichi: shy bean, doesn´t have much experience and feels safer with you topping

Kogane: BABYYYYY. He will be so soft, stares at you with so much love, so vocal about it too

Komori: he just feels the closest to you this way and is proud that he´s a bottom, you´re so good to him

Suna: this bitch is just straight up lazy, why would he top when you could do the work?

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #hq #hq imagine #hq headcanons #hq hcs

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jougogo · 4 years

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mascaras the haikyuu queens would borrow from my bag

based on my unhealthy obsession with mascaras (pls someone sponsor me)

also there’s a crack drabble at the end please read it im wheezing

shimizu kiyoko

bombastic by doucce: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL'S GORGEOUS LASHES im so jealous, anyways this mascara has a good wand and it's really good for achieving a more wispy/voluminous/full look IN LIKE ONE SWIPE WTF THIS IS A GODSEND. literally looks like lash extensions, i could go on and on about this mascara. not flaky and this will survive through workouts! doesn't give you raccoon eyes so it's good ! (coming from an athlete with an oily eyelids so dw i gotchu covered) a personal fav of mine teehee, ranked #1 in my bag.

hitoka yachi

it's real! benefit: this mascara is so so good at lengthening and giving off that natural look, which i think yachi would appreciate because she doesn't like too much attention and it's natural so she can sneak this by her mom nope def not speaking from experience it's really great for beginners, and also very reliable and trustworthy. this lil thing will get the job done, guranteed.

tanaka saeko

better than sex by too faced: this mascara just screams I N T E N S I T Y. it's super voluminizing and gives off the appearance of a fuller lash. on the more dry/creamy side so it's super great for beginners or if ur really hungover. also it's v v reliable, will give you wispy lashes every time! my go to when im late which is everyday but we don't talk about that

michimiya yui

bad gal bang! by benefit: another really natural one, good at separating, very VERY lengthening. dramatic enough so that it'll make you look more awake but still not enough to get daichi's attention rip. but this shi!t will stay all day until you take it off. a little more liquidy so you get some time to fix any lashes that are stuck together. also, thin wand so great for bottom lashes as well! 10/10, very much recommend.

shirofuku yukie

waterproof lights camera lashes by tarte: i feel like she's the type to be drinking her water but then when she puts it down too quickly the water just splashes right back in her face?? LMAO or does this only happen to me, but she needs her mascara to be waterproof! also bc of all the steam from the yummy food contests she's conquering! anyways the queen deserves the whole spotlight so she gets the beloved lcl by tarte! the wand is pretty thin but don't let that fool you, because this wand is so good at lengthening and separating lashes. really good at holding curls.

suzumeda kaori

lash sensational from loreal: pls give this poor girl a break i cant even imagine running around the fukurodani team with bokuto's antics, they've definitely broken into her bags more than once and messed up her stuff. so she had to get the cheap drugstore mascara just in case </3 but its okay because this is one of my top 3, the consistency is really good and the wand is so amazing gahh, it has like different combs on different sides so if you have that one pesky pair of lash that just sticks together it'll be super easy to fix. perfect for on the go

misaki hana

kush mascara by milk makeup: you can't convince me that this girl isn't exhausted from the antics of johzenji, which makes this mascara perfect for her! the consistency is on the creamy/dry side so a couple quick swipes will get you the full lash. plus it's infused w some cannabis oil so it makes ur lash healthier (but terushima will definitely try to do some experiments w this so please hana guard it safely)

amanai kanoka

lash next door by brooklyn and bailey: ok ok so my fav thing about this mascara is that it's not waterproof so it's easy to take off, but it's water resistant so that it won't come off when you're all sweaty!! literally perfect for intense practices, and the wand is similar to lcm by tarte so they wield pretty similar results; sweet, curled, lengthened lashes!! and DOES NOT FLAKE it's literally a life saver

alisa haiba

liquid lash extensions by thrive: this mascara definitely the one i use the most! It’s unique in the sense that it’s a tubing mascara, so it’s water resistant which is great for alisa because she keeps tearing up every time lev messes up a serve (we stan a responsible sis) BUT it’s also very easily removed! just splash some warm water and the mascara literally slides right off im not even kidding. she definitely takes really good care of her appearance and will be sad even if she sees one eyelash fall so this is really great for her bc waterproof mascara is such a pain in the ass to remove. also very lengthening

yamaka mika

lash multiplier by revlon: mika is a baddie!! but daishou makes her cry so much she has to rebuy a tube like every month. so our lovely mika gets something easy, cheap, and has a good effect for puppy eyes. this mascara is just like the liquid lash extension; a tubing mascara,,,HOWEVER this one is WAY CHEAPER. u can def find this at ur local drugstore for like 6-8 bucks. great for on the go since it's easy to apply super fast, will get u a nice full fringe in like 3 swipes.

nametsu mai

damn girl! by too faced: how could i forget our beloved date tech manager,,,mai is def the scariest on date tech and she will let you know!!! this mascara is essentially a sequel to better than sex; your lashes will be bigger, fuller, and more glamorous! also the formula is literally so light it's like whipped cream,,, you will not feel a thing guranteed. it's like extensions but m a g i c

extra:

after being scolded by yukie for not getting dinner on time, the boys of the 3rd gym strolled through the dimly lit hallway on the way to the cafeteria. "yo, you know, i heard the girls bathrooms have couches or whatever," kuroo said, noticing the girl's bathroom as they walked past it.

"what! thats not fair!" bokuto whined. "how come the girl's stuff are always nicer? the boy's bathroom always just stinks, and there's always pee on the ground for some reason. like why can't you just aim? it's not that hard."

"well, im sure for short people, like maybe yaku-san or shoyo it's easy. but it's hard to aim when you're very tall!" lev explained brightly. in the onsen somewhere, morisuke yaku felt shivers go up his spine and a sudden urge to punch someone.

"lev, are u sure ur not the one peeing the floor? c'mon, man this is why we don't get nice things in our bathrooms!" kuroo groaned, flicking the first year’s forehead.

"well, it's just a rumor," akaashi explained, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe off the sweat on his face. "there might not be a couch in the girl's bathroom."

"why don't you go find out?" tsukki taunted with a devilish grin on his face.

"i don't think this is a good idea," akaashi remarked, albeit a bit too late as hinata, kuroo, lev, and bokuto already sprinted down the hallway.

"aww, no couch" bokuto disappointedly wailed when he stepped into the girl's bathroom.

"well, this is a school bathroom after all," kuroo admitted as he flipped on the light switch. the bathroom was cleaner than the boy’s, for sure, but after all the outrageous tales they had expected to find at least a little something out of the ordinary.

"hey, what's this?" hinata was pointing to a bright pink makeup bag that was lying open on the counter.

"ooh, one of the managers must’ve left it behind! whose bag is this, is there a name on it?" lev rushed over to the bag and turned it upside down. dozens of colorful tubes and compacts fell out, splayed across the counter.

"whats this tube?" hinata asked, holding up a metallic pink tube.

"well, what does it say on the tube, dumbass?" tsukki smirked from the door frame he was leaning on. akaashi hesitantly stood behind him, questioning if entering the girl’s bathroom was a good decision.

"better..than sex!" hinata read aloud, a bit louder than he had intended to. everyone froze, and stared at the little pink tube.

"wait what the fu- hold up lemme see that," kuroo aggressively grabbed the tube from hinata's hands and twisted it open

"oh it's just macasara," bokuto said. they shouldn’t have been surprised, considering it did come out of a makeup bag.

"do you think the name is true?" kuroo was actually curious about this. is the little pink tube of innocent looking mascara the reason that girls were refusing to go out with him?

"let's see," bokuto snatched the tube out of kuroo's hand and started swiping on the pigment on his lashes, his mouth agape and head tilted back as he intently stared at his reflection in the mirror.

"it's been 10 minutes since we called the boys, should we check up on them?" yachi said nervously. the other girls turned and looked as if she had just made a revelation. "you're right, bokuto always sprints up for dinner and he looked pretty eager when we gave him his notice," kaori said nervously. "and everyone knows that the nekoma boys shouldn't be left alone, they're chaotic," shirufuku remarked. "that's so true...lets go find them," the rest of the managers agreed, taking off their aprons and stepping out of the cafeteria.

however, they heard the boisterous laughs a floor away. cautiously, kiyoko led the group down the stairs and followed the sound. imagine their surprise when they found the noise coming from inside the girl's bathroom.

"um, we're the only girls here…" yachi whispered. they crept up closer and closer until they were right outside. kiyoko put her finger to her lips and motioned for the girls to line up against the wall just in case. "okay, we'll open the door in 3…" she put her hand on the knob. "2…" it seemed like time was in slow motion as everyone's heart pounded loudly. "1!"

kuroo and hinata have mascara on their eyebrows, streaks of black pigment under their eyes and all over their cheeks like some kind of war paint. akaashi is holding an eyelash curler, trying to curl bokuto's eyelashes all the while bokuto is smacking akaashi's hand away.

"it looks like a torture device!" he cried.

"bokuto-san, it's suppose the enhance the lengthening effect,"

lev is trying to give himself a mustache by swiping on hair-like strokes with the mascara wand, and ever the opportunist, tsukki is in the corner, taking blackmail pictures

"oh, hi!. . . girls" hinata trailed off when he saw the horrified managers through the mirror. every face in the room paled white as a sheet.

extra no.2:

"wait how do i take this off, it's not coming off with water!!" bokuto wailed, slumping against the sink

he had unfortunately, picked the waterproof mascara.

the managers agreed that they have all conveniently ran out of makeup wipes

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu crack #haikyuu kiyoko #haikyuu yachi #nekoma #karasuno #fukurodani #kuroo tetsurō #haikyuu kuroo #hq akaashi #akaashi x reader #akaashi #haikyuu shoyo #hinata #haikyuu saeko #bokuaka

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come-on-shitty-boys · 3 years

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My Letter to You

nAs I look back on what this year has brought me, I can easily say that you are the best gift I have received. You have made me smile and laugh more than anyone else ever could and I will forever be grateful to you for making my 2020 more bearable than I had ever imagined that it would be. I never would’ve thought that you and this blog would end up meaning as much to me as it did, but I wouldn’t ask for a different experience. We’ve worked hard to build up to this point and I am so glad that I get to bring in the new year right alongside each and every one of you. You have dealt with my antics and just me behaving like an absolute heathen because I have zero filter and you’ve accepted that aspect of me wholeheartedly, something I haven’t had from someone in a very long time, so thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for giving me the world and letting me expand upon your wildest dreams, for talking to me, and for being my friend. I love you now. I will love you tomorrow. And I will love you every tomorrow after that. May your 2021 be filled with as much happiness as you have brought me over these past few months.

Much love xx

Maddi

bonk more personal letters under the cut~

To Micchi (@sanso) - you are the light of my life, one of the sweetest people that I ever could’ve had the opportunity to meet and I don’t think that I could ever put into words how much fun I have talking with you and seeing you in the discord server or even just on my dash. I love you with ever fiber of my being and please, my raccoon loving, coffee-obsessed darling, take care and I hope that you smile bright today 💕

To Alice @cherryonigiri - there is no way to express how grateful I am for you. you are such a genuinely kind person and I never would’ve had the opportunities to make so many friends and meet so many wonderful people if it weren’t for you. You’re doing amazing things and you will continue to do amazing things. You are so incredible and I am still trying to figure out how someone like you could possibly exist 😭 you’re just so cool????

To El @neonghxst - the oh-so-incredibly-talented darling. you never fail to make me laugh and smile. we don’t interact much, but the few times that we have, I have always told myself that I should talk to you more and then i never did because i’m a scared little coward but it is time to change that 😤 and we will 😤 continue being wonderful and amazing in this upcoming year and i look forward to what you will bring to the world 🥺💕

To Thalia @ush7jima - my wife my beautiful stunning incredible wife 🤩 words cannot describe how much I love and cherish you. you are amazing in every sense of the word. your kindness and how genuine you always are will never fail to amaze me. You’re going to do amazing things, sweetheart and I can’t wait to be there when you do 🥺

To Elle @nekxrizawa - i love you bitch i ain’t ever gonna stop loving you biiiiiiitch ahahhahaaha thank you for being my everything, my absolute best friend for these past few months, for staying up with me for every single art project, and then proceeding to fall asleep while I down my third cup of coffee in a two hour period 🤩

To Lay @tokyosdawn - YOU ARE SO DAMN SWEET W H A T ????? things i do not deserve? Lay. I’m so glad that we have become mutuals and had the opportunity to become friends ugh i love you that is all no thoughts head empty only my love for you

To Nona @catharsisbabey - aka THE OTHER WIFE 🤩🤩 nona, you are so incredible and your brain is just so amazing?? I’m still hung up on the goose game fic and i don’t think that I will ever get over it 😭😭 you’re photoshop skills? I M M A C U L A T E. every time i see you on my dash or in my inbox my heart gets all happy because you’re just so god damned fun and wonderful and I hope 2021 is good to you sweetie 🥺

To Deep @deephasoceanmagic - my new mutual and my VP to my daishou fan club 🤩 we may be new friends, but there is no denying the absolute godliness of our time together. I hope that we have even more opportunities to laugh and obsess in this new year 🥺

To Gracie @gg9183 - MISS MAAM YOU KNOW HOW TO GET TO ME AND GOD DAMN 😭😭 YOU MAKE ME SO DAMN HEAD EMPTY AND IT. IS. NOT. FAIR. 😭😭 but i thank the heavens for every single thing you send me. you are blessing and i love you so very much

To my anons - thank you for being you 🥺 and for keeping me company and making me laugh and smile and I am so so glad to have you. thank you 💕💕

To Eve @quilledinkpen - bonk hi i love you. ugh you’re so sweet? and funny? and I’m just???? in awe at your talent? you’re such an incredible artist and I love seeing your work on my dash 😭 you’re so good please madam spare the talent

To Onyx @boosyboo9206 - there is nothing that i can say to you here that i haven’t told you a million times, but I am so grateful to have you. I am so glad that we have had the opportunity to become friends and bond over our obsession with tattoo artist kuroo and thank you for indulging me in all of my daishou head empty thoughts ✌😭 lord knows they never fucking stop. you are so kind and genuine and absolutely stunning inside and out 😭 i hope that 2021 treats you as good as I know Kuroo would 🥺💕

#bonk sentimental maddi #fuck i wanted this to go up at 11:59 so it would be the new year by the time people finished #rip oh well #ahem in conclusion i love you #and i hope that 2021 is good to you #and may you have health and prosperity and happiness #i cannot thank you enough for the opportunities that you have given me these past few months #thank you #for everything

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haikyuudescendants · 3 years

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i think what the last ask regarding bokuto was about how you draw daishou masc and bokuto fem, making it somewhat heteronormative? i mean personally i'm not against it as long as not all gay ships are drawn like that. the problem what they're focusing on is with the fetishisation from a straight perspective that happens with a lot of ships so yeah :/

hi there! an apology in advance for my broken english, it's three in the morning here. 💤

as I said before, a homosexual relationship cannot be "heteronormative" because both are men, no matter how feminine or masculine one of them is. if I call them heteronormative I'm reinforcing the old and stupid gender stereotypes that we currently want to eliminate (such as thinking that there's a "woman" or a "man" in a homosexual relationship, or thinking clothes and colors have some assigned gender, for example). and I'm not gonna lie, I actually had to talk to other queer people (even if I'm queer myself) because the mean threats that anon sent me made me doubt what I was doing. like, is it really wrong? am I offending a whole community in any way? am I looking at it from an allocishet perspective even though I'm not? but they told me that it wasn't really the case.

sure, not all ships can be drawn like this (I mean- they kinda can?? because I'm nobody to dictate any rules for ships dynamics... or fiction, also a single ship can and will be drawn in a hundred different ways depending on the artist's perception) but what I'm referring to is that there are thousands of different ways a queer couple could act, so yes, I understand there's this complaint of "they always make ships very fem / masc" especially when they're made like this by heterosexual folks who have a point of view somewhat different from ours, and it's totally valid if people don't want absolutely all ships to be portrayed like this, but it's also... not wrong to do so because there are thousands of queer couples who are actually like that, and it's okay. it's, you know, the infinite expression and diversity of humanity's gender, personality, and sexuality.

plus, the fun thing about fandoms is that you can explore millions of different dynamics and ways to portray a LGBT+ couple/character in a safe and comfortable way. especially since I'm not going to mess with real relationships or real people, THAT would be fetishization because I would be messing with someone real and making them an object for my personal enjoyment, that's horrible and wrong. but I'm not, I'm just spending my free time with my fictional ships in my little bubble like everyone else!

And the funny thing here is, I didn't even categorize my ship as fem/masc before these messages. like... huh?

(you can see how some drawings are older than others lmao) but anyway, after thinking about it for a while, I assumed they were referring to the skirts, flowers, or pastel colors I often use on bokuto. I have two reasons why I portray them like this, although, in theory, I would NOT have to justify my ship preferences:

the most important reason is that it's pure projection honestly. I love the soft-kawaii-sanrio style A LOT, while my best friend is more into the emo-edgy-eboy style, so I always project our styles and some parts of our personalities into bokuto and daishō (our respective favorite characters). It was something very personal and when that anon complained about it I felt that what I was doing was wrong. my best friend was furious.

in relation with the previous point, I adore the kawaii/dark(?) ship dynamic. That was the only thing I thought really, not something like "bokuto = femenine and daishō = masculine", I just... like that dynamic a lot, and I NEVER saw anyone complain about that specific dynamic in a wlw ship although it's veeeery common for them to have it, so when I got those anonymous messages I was like "damn what?? I didn't know that pink was still considered for girls and black for boys" lol.

I mean, I hope that's what everyone mean by "fem bokuto / masc daishō". if it's about my poorly nsfw art then the reason i like to see bokuto in babydoll is because he's cute (the fandom never draws him in pretty lingerie or "provocative" outfits, C'MON, they could dress him like that! I mean, it's sexual content after all, ppl can go wild with sexual content, it's literally p0rn, BUT THEY NEVER DO IT, a shame) but uh, again, lingerie is clothing, and clothes are genderless, so... I assume then these people have never seen a real man wearing a babydoll💀. and yeah, I prefer to see him being a soft and cuddly bottom bc i got tired of seeing him in the dominant top role all the fandom puts him in, but the sexual position has literally nothing to do with being feminine or masculine, so uh— yikes?

I hope everything I wrote makes sense because honestly I'm falling asleep. Have a nice day, anon!

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kemoiunder · 5 years

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AO3 Tag Game

Tagged by my super cool friend in crime, @stylinbreeze60~!

Disclaimers? Do I need to say any? Let me see, most of my writing is singular in it’s context, which usually translates to being different tags regardless of if they are in the same series or not. My tags will probably be generally consistent, but I was not very good at tagging when I first started posting things, and I have not really grown much from that.

Alright then, here we go bbyyy!

Rules: Go to your works page, expand all the filters, and answer all of the following questions!

1. What’s your first and second most common work ratings?

General Audiences (47)

Teen and Up Audiences (22)

I only have 1 in the Mature category, and it’s really only Mature because it has the beginning of some light ‘smut’, but it didn’t even go anywhere, so maybe I should make it Teen? Whatever lol

2. What’s your most common archive warning? Least common? Do you consider yourself an adventurous writer?

Most common:

No Archive Warnings Apply (69)

Least common (of those I’ve used):

Graphic Depictions of Violence + Major Character Death (1 of each)

The only fic that has the least common warnings is my Hannigram fic, which is a short fic I had an idea of way back when. I don’t think it’s even 500 words, and I think it was mostly because I was in a lower place than I am now. I thought it was a pretty interesting idea.

On the topic of calling myself an adventurous writer or not, probably not. I enjoy writing things that are nice and end well, but I can never get myself to write angst. Of course, just because something is angsty doesn’t mean that it is adventurous, but I do not think I write things in order for the characters to be adventurous, they just have fun.

3. How many fics have you written in each relationship category? Is this more accidental, or do you have preferences?

M/M (63)

Gen (7)

Multi (5)

F/M (1)

F/F (1)

I believe the singular fic that encompasses the F/M and the F/F is my Truth or Dare with the members of Dangan Ronpa. I do not normally write them, I don’t actually know why. Guess I just can’t write as girls? I don’t think I ever have. I definitely have a preference to writing M/M lol

4. What are your top 4 fandoms by numbers? Are you still active in any of them, and do you tend to migrate a lot?

Haikyuu (59)

Dangan Ronpa (18)

Marvel (1)

Hannibal (1)

Lololol I used to only write Bubblegum Rock, which is the ship of Leon Kuwata and Kazuichi Souda from the Dangan Ronpa games. I only gravitated towards Haikyuu!! later on, even though that’s the fandom I have written the most for. I am not active in any of the fandoms except Haikyuu!! at this point, but I could probably write something more for Hannibal or even Harry Potter in the future.

5. What are your top 4 character tags? Does this match how you feel about the characters, or are you puzzled?

Kuroo Tetsurou (14)

Tie of Kozume Kenma, Oikawa Tooru, Tanaka Ryuunosuke and Tendou Satori (13)

Tie of Hinata Shouyou, Nishinoya Yuu, Ushijima Wakatoshi and Sugawara Koushi (11)

Tie between Kuwata Leon and Souda Kazuichi (9)

Pfffft, those numbers are weird. I didn’t realize that so many of my characters would tie. And then that Kuroo would take the lead. But I guess I do write him a lot, he’s a very versatile character. I’m not surprised at the amount of appearances from everyone, since I throw characters in willy nilly a lot of the times.

Bonus, top 4 relationships tagged:

Tie between Ennoshita Chikara/Tanaka Ryuunosuke and Kuwata Leon/Souda Kazuichi (9)

Oikawa Tooru/Sugawara Koushi (7)

Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou (6)

Tie between Aone Takanobu/Hinata Shouyou and Bokuto Koutarou/Daishou Suguru/Kuroo Tetsurou (4)

I’m not surprised with my pairings. I feel like I’m pretty consistent in my pairings. I admit that most of the pairings though were directly affected by the fanweeks that I participated in. I’m not surprised though~.

6. What are your top 2 most used additional tags, and your bottom 2? What would happen if you combined all 4 of these into a fic.

Most used:

Fluff (53)

Hogwarts AU (28)

Least used:

It’s basically a tie between College AU, Magic AU, Introspection and Light Angst (3)

If I combined all of those tags, it would basically be like my Hogwarts AU but they’re in college? And there’s light angst but fluffy overall? Not a bad idea, honestly~.

7. How many WIPs do you have currently running on AO3? Any you don’t plan on finishing?

I do not technically have any works in progress on AO3, I do not post things that are incomplete. I have different AU’s that I add to when they are written, but nothing is actually incomplete. Like with the Dragon Rider AU I made with the EnnoTana week, I could expand on it, or even The Mage and His Familiar series, but at the current moment I have no plans to continue. I think I do have a fic that I need to finish for the one fic where Tendou and Ushijima are soul mates in the Hogwarts AU, but it would only really be an addition to the story.

Most of my work comes in bursts, and once the inspiration is gone, I usually do not write again until another burst comes back. At this very moment, I do not have that burst, and I do not know when the next one will be coming.

8. Tag people!

I do not tag people lol

If people see this and wish to complete it, I have no qualms with being tagged as having tagged them, but I usually just let them decide for themselves. This was fun! Thanks @stylinbreeze60 for tagging me~!

#ao3 tag game #thanks for the tag!

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izumitate · 6 years

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moonbound

kurodai week day 3: partners in crime

A space opera AU! Featuring scrappy Nekoma pirates, a decade long enemy-ship, and Daichi’s readiness to fight everybody in the galaxy. Content warning: contains mentions of violence and bodily harm.

Kuroo can feel his knuckles blanching white as he clutches at the armrest of Shibayama’s seat. His navigator is leaned so forward he looks like he might pitch right into the console at any moment, but Kuroo doesn’t want to disturb him while he’s calculating their best escape route with only his eyes, seconds before they need to make a decision. Ahead, the towering spires of Kamomedai’s financial sector stand jagged and crystalline, and will come away barely untouched when their ship finally collides with one of the armored glass walls and shatters into space debris.

“Lev, pull up! Pull up!” Kuroo hisses when he can’t take it anymore, but his pilot just laughs.

“It’s fine, captain! Not until Shibayama says so.” He turns them effortlessly around the next ‘spherescraper but continues his low course, skimming the skyline.

The only thing on their tail right now is the persistent first cruiser that caught them speeding out of the slums, but Kuroo knows from the klaxons sounding outside that it’s only a matter of minutes before an entire police battalion takes after them.

“Okay,” Shibayama finally says, pointing at the next monstrous crystal obtrusion on their right. The magnitude of its size is a step up from the others; must be a central bank for the planetside elite. “Lev, put on a burst of speed to get to the other side of that bank, and once you’re there, ascend as fast as possible. There’s a ton of floating condos up by the stratosphere, but you can handle it, right?”

“Of course I can!” Lev punches the accelerator and they shift violently forward, careening around and out of sight of their pursuer. He does exactly as Shibayama says, taking them almost vertical as he slams their ship up, up, up as fast as this engine can take them – which reminds Kuroo that they need to get a patch job done as soon as they’re back in the rogue quadrant – even as the sound of patrollers gathers behind them.

But Shibayama is right, as usual, and when Lev takes them into the overladen golden clusters of the floating apartments that only the richest can afford, their tiny ship flows through the maze of arches and gardens with ease, Lev’s skills weaving them without trouble out of the tangled airpark. They take the chance to finally put on the thrusters and break out of Kamomedai’s orbit while the police are mired in the gilded complex below.

Once free, Lev gives the rest of them a brief warning before putting on speed, so they’ll be well on their way to another star system by the time the police leave the planet. That, combined with the best cloaking system that underworld credits can buy, should keep them safe long enough to make it back to home base.

“We’re free and clear, team,” Kuroo calls to those below deck. By now Akane and Kai should’ve gotten Inuoka’s scrape taken care of; it was a minor injury, which means they don’t have to bother stopping by any outpost on their way back. “Headed home.”

“Sounds good, captain!” comes Akane’s voice echoing against the steel walls before she begins scolding Inuoka for getting up too quickly. Yaku’s voice joins the din and soon the whole ship is clattering with noise again, just the way Kuroo expects it to be.

Outside, the barren expanse of space between here and the safe haven of the unbound territories is comforting, as is the quiet. Nothing but stars to light their way back.

Nekoma calls the ramshackle colony of Spring Heights their home, though during most cycles their ship is home enough for the crew. Spring Heights is the most ironically named planetoid on this side of Andromeda, and it’s a hub of underworld activity. Kuroo rarely takes a job before first running it by his information network planetside, because who knows what kind of nonsense you could get embroiled in alone with some unknown party in the outer reaches. This is a lesson he learned long before he had his own people, when he was still a kid running jobs for some two-bit privateers who’d survived on luck instead of smarts. A broken leg, a crater canyon, and three gunfights later, Kuroo had realized he wasn’t working with anyone he hadn’t chosen himself anymore.

Nekoma is the team he built from the ground up with Kenma, who is the only thing more constant in Kuroo’s life than the call of the endless dark, the cosmic dust in his veins. He trusts them with everything, and it’s part of the reason why he never decides alone whether to take on a new job. This time around, he gets word from Johzenji that there’s a job specifically requesting to employ Nekoma; it comes down from Misaki, so Kuroo’s tempted to take it just on principle, but that’s the kind of messy thinking that gets people shipjacked even if she’s one of the most reliable info brokers he knows.

He agrees to meet the client out at Sumida Outpost, located on the outskirts of snake country because he knows that even though Daishou hates his guts, and even though he’s a dirty, thieving bastard, his territories are always well-defended and nominally hospitable toward others of their profession.

As usual, most of the crew stays behind under Kai’s command, busy with everyday tasks like sprucing up the ship and fencing their goods. Kuroo takes their secondary ship with Kenma, Yaku and Yamamoto, and they head off for the grungy, scorpion-ridden tavern Yaku favors at Sumida.

Even before they land Kuroo gets a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it’s different from his flight instinct. There’s a spark of danger in the air, though he could also write that off as the dissatisfied static that always buzzes around dry, end of the road towns like this.

The tavern is dimly lit as always, and filled with the sounds of cards shuffling and deals being made. The smell of tobacco and ale and burnt meat hang heavy in the air, and it’s difficult to see through the veil of smog as they make their way toward their usual corner table next to the blown out window. The person seated there is staring out at the dunes that stretch on and on in gray and tan bands to the horizon. Kuroo can’t make out any details of their client’s face until he’s close enough to touch.

“Hello, captain. It’s been a while,” says the calm, terrifying voice of Imperial Vice Admiral Sawamura Daichi a split second before the air clears and Kuroo can make out more than his silhouette shrouded in tavern smoke. It doesn’t speak well to Kuroo’s preservation instincts that his first thought is damn, just as hot as I remembered and not danger!!

“Shit,” Yaku curses, hand jumping to his gun faster than Kuroo can say a word. At least one of them is still on it. Yamamoto shifts immediately in front of Kenma, fully prepared to shield him from any harm with his own body. But even though Kuroo’s body is reflexively poised to spring away, his heart remains steady. The Imperial Navy might be the scum on the bottom of a comet hopper’s shoe, but he’s known Sawamura for over a decacycle now, and he knows that the man would never initiate an attack against one of Kuroo’s subordinates unless he had made certain to kill Kuroo first. There’s a degree of integrity in him that most Imperial officers don’t possess.

Sawamura makes no move to stand or draw to fire; instead, he raises his hands in a gesture of surrender. Around them, activity in the tavern continues, no one disturbed by this turn of events the way Nekoma is, which Kuroo supposes either speaks well for the situation, or it means everyone in the building is going to die. Even out here in the boondocks, the name and face of one of New Miyagi’s best military commanders is known and feared, so why isn’t anyone else surprised to see him?

“If it helps put your mind at ease, Yaku-san, I came unarmed. You can check if you want.” And he looks down at his waist, folding his hands casually atop his head. Yaku wastes no time flipping open Sawamura’s coat and patting him down.

“He’s not lying,” Yaku says, but one hand remains at his holster and his eyes never leave Sawamura even as he backs away. “But I don’t trust him yet.”

“That’s fair. But I didn’t call you out here to hunt you down,” Sawamura tells him. He gestures at the bench on the other side of the table. “Please, make yourselves comfortable. I actually really do have a job for you.” No one moves.

“Forgive me if I find that a little unbelievable, vice admiral. Seeing as the last time we met you gave me a good bonk on the head for my troubles, and strafed most of the left side of my ship right off,” Kuroo says mildly. His eyes flick down to watch the way Sawamura’s mouth twitches into a quick smile before he tries to look neutral again.

“If I remember correctly, you gave me a nice parting gift too, Kuroo-san.” He reaches up to tug aside the right sleeve of his dusty tunic (and isn’t that a look, Sawamura Daichi out of that crisp uniform and dressed like a meteor rat like the rest of them) and bares the long sword burn Kuroo left him with two cycles ago, back on one of Tsubakihara’s lesser moons.

“It looks good on you?” Kuroo tries to sound remorseful, but it had been one hell of a fight that he probably would’ve been laughing his way through if his crew hadn’t been scrambling all over the deck, desperately putting up patch shields where they could. Even now he can remember with perfect clarity the taste of adrenaline and dust against his clenched teeth as he finally knocked Sawamura off the roof of their ship to be bubbled back to his own fleet. Crazy bastard hadn't let up on Kuroo for a second, even if it meant almost getting fried by one of his own ships’ artillery. Then again, Kuroo has no room to speak. He’d almost dragged them both down into a death marsh during a knife fight once. “Rugged. Everyone digs a good scar.”

“Yeah, my whole unit wolf-whistles every time I walk by,” Sawamura says with a roll of his eyes.

“Well, can you blame them? You’re too handsome to be wasted in your line of work. Come take a walk on the wild side. We’re prettier and we have more fun.”

Sawamura laughs when Kuroo winks at him. “I suppose one of those statements is true.”

Just like that they’re bantering again, the way they always do before one of them inevitably draws a weapon. Kuroo can sense Kenma’s sigh long before he hears it.

“What kind of job could you have for people like us?” Kenma asks, sliding back into view, even though Yamamoto still has an arm held protectively out in front of him. He watches Sawamura with what looks like a disinterested face, but Kuroo knows better. He’s intrigued, albeit still on his guard.

“Honestly, ‘people like you’ are the only ones I would trust with this. I need a certain skill set – one that Nekoma’s proven to excel at – and I need a group of people I can...I don’t know if trust is the right word, but let’s go with it for now.” Sawamura sits forward looking briefly at each of them in turn. “I know we have a long, volatile history, but it’s also exactly why I think you guys are the people I need to hire for this job. Because I know what your boundaries are, and I know I can count on you not to fuck me over where it counts.”

He looks directly at Kuroo when he says this, and there’s a plain honesty in his eyes that leads Kuroo to finally take a seat across from him, elbows up on the sticky tabletop.

“Alright, that’s enough buttering up. I’ll hear you out. What’s the job?”

“I need to get into Datekou. And I need your help to do it.”

He’s met with silence.

Probably because what he just proposed is beyond insane. The others must feel as shocked as Kuroo does, and it seems for a second that even the rest of the tavern conversation lulls when the name Datekou is spoken aloud. It’s a cursed shroud that settles over their table, instantly dampening the already tense mood.

“Wait- wait a second,” Yamamoto sputters first. “Are you telling me you want to hire us for a jailbreak? From the Iron Wall?”

“Yep. That is exactly what I want.”

“This is a setup,” Yaku announces. “You’re goading is into accepting your highly illegal mission then busting us once we get there. Now, what I’m confused about is why you didn’t pick something that wasn’t a blatant suicide mission.”

“That’s another fair assumption, but I give you my word that I’m completely serious. I didn’t come here to entrap you.” Sawamura flexes one hand, clenching and unclenching in an exercise of control, clearly trying to suppress some emotion as he keeps his voice even. His eyes are incandescent as he continues.

“They have four of my crew locked up in there, and I want them back.”

“Your crew? On what grounds? The Karasuno’s an Imperial ship,” Kuroo says in confusion. Not that the empire’s navy is in any way a stronghold of morality, but for government dogs, the crew of the Karasuno are better than most. Honorable where honor still counts. He can’t imagine they’d have done anything worth being court martialed for.

Sawamura’s laugh is pure bitterness. “The Karasuno was an Imperial ship. Now it’s being junked for scrap. Those of my crew that the court couldn’t frame for treason they reassigned to the outer rim fleet. The cloud skimmers. Ougiminami, Kakugawa. Chidoriyama. They scattered my team, my family, across the stars, and they locked up the rest behind the Iron Wall. I’m taking them back.”

Kuroo swallows down the parched itchiness in his throat at this news. It’s not like Nekoma could ever be friends with a naval crew, but there had always been a kind of mutual respect between themselves and the Karasuno, and this is nothing he ever would have wished on them.

“Well, shit, Sa’amura-san, what the fuck did you do to get your entire ship obliterated?”

“You know me,” Sawamura says, his smile vicious. “Stayed a little too honest. Didn’t look the other way when they insisted. I kept on pushing, kept on playing even after I should have folded.”

“But you never fold,” Kuroo says ruefully.

“No, I don’t,” and it might be the only time he’ll ever sound like he regrets it. “And I still don’t plan to.”

It’s not just simple posturing. After enough encounters, there are a few things Kuroo would say he and Sawamura can tell about each other. One fact is that they share the same tenacity, for better or worse.

This asshole really means it: he would walk right up to the Iron Wall armed with only his black market gun and military issue sword and it would still be Datekou’s mistake for standing in his way. But all logic says that despite Sawamura’s damnable perseverance, he’s dead if he tries whatever idiotic plan he’s come here to talk Nekoma into.

“That’s your prerogative, and I don’t expect any less of you, really, but. Fuck, Sawamura, you know we’re fucked if we take this on, don’t you? Everyone knows that Nekoma’s the best at infiltration that there is, but we’re thieves, not soldiers. We move cargo, not people. And we don’t take a job like this no matter how lucrative. I’m sorry, but I don’t think we can do this.”

Sawamura nods once, understanding. Then he sighs, sounding truly regretful.

“I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to do this, but I think I’m going to have to call in that favor.”

Yamamoto sucks in a harsh breath, and the others fall still. Kenma’s hand twitches at his side, resisting the urge to reach out to Kuroo’s arm. Kuroo himself just rests his hands together on the table and bites his lip once before nodding as well. He might have figured.

Out here, in the lawless territories, on the husk planets fit only for rogues and mercenaries, a life saved is a life owed. And Kuroo knew that when Sawamura inevitably cashed in on that favor he wouldn’t take it lightly, even if he wouldn’t demand outright that Kuroo sacrifice his life for him.

“You know that only promises my service, not that of Nekoma, correct?” Next to him, Kuroo can feel his crewmates tensing, but they all know better to say anything. They know they can’t talk him out of this one.

Sawamura brought Kuroo back from death’s edge once, at the cost of his own arm and half his jaw. Both parts had been grafted back on with the best medi-tech the empire could afford, but it’d been a total shitshow for a while there, the two of them stranded alone on the ice and iron hull of a downed Inarizaki starfighter. Kuroo only remembers fever-dream flashes of the event, too far gone on whatever the foxes had gassed him with as he shoved Alisa and Fukunaga into the last escape pod. Sawamura found him lying barely conscious on the stern of the ship, and rescued him from being slaughtered by one of Inarizaki’s automated guards. Fucking fox militants and their stupid fucking robots.

“C’mon now, Kuroo, I can’t you die at the hands of the Federation. You’re pirate scum, but you’re still an Imperial citizen,” Sawamura told him, hitching him higher on his back and trundling on through the blood and shrapnel splattered snow.

“Like fuck I am,” Kuroo mumbled out, too woozy to banter.

“Save your breath until you’ve got enough brainpower for a witty comeback.”

Sawamura carried his useless rag doll body all the way to the outpost where they could hunker down until help arrived. Kuroo thought they would be safe there: it was converted from a shrine to a makeshift waystation, all stone walls and steel fixtures, but it had been overrun with more Inarizaki infantry automatons. They fought off the droids at great cost, and the last memory Kuroo has of that desolate place before waking up under Kenma and Kai’s watchful guard is of Sawamura, his face a mess of jagged flesh and his left side drenched in blood, cutting down another advancing automaton before it could reach them.

Kai told him later that Sawamura hadn’t even bothered to send a perfunctory ship after them when they came to collect Kuroo. He’d simply waved them off, saying that Kuroo owed him now, and hobbled into the hold of his lieutenants to be rushed back to the medbay of the Karasuno. A full cycle passed before they met again, and they avoided the topic altogether, choosing to mock each other about overcompensating with their weapons, which of course led naturally into trying to shoot one another again.

But Kuroo has never forgotten that debt, and apparently, neither has Sawamura.

“I know. I would never ask you to risk them. Under any other circumstance I wouldn’t ask you to risk yourself either; you could say I’ve developed a strange interest in keeping you alive.” He offers Kuroo the slightest of smiles, and it almost makes him look sad. “But for my crew I would do anything.”

“Understatement of the centicycle. Alright, Sawamura-san, you have me at your disposal,” Kuroo says, finally leaning back in his seat to relax. If he’s going to die like this, then he might as well enjoy the time he has left in the universe. This is a fool’s errand, he knows, but on the one in a million chance they pull any of it off, well. It’ll be the adventure of a lifetime.

“If my captain is in, then so am I,” Yamamoto says quietly, and Kuroo looks sharply over at him.

“No, that’s not your decision to make. Nekoma isn’t a part of this deal.”

“Yeah, it is, Kuroo-san. If you’re in, then I’m in. That’s how it is.”

“Don’t be stupid, I’m not risking any of you for Sawamura’s death wish-”

“Do you like pretending to be an idiot, or did that bonk really knock some of your sense out of you?” Yaku says, an irritated line cutting into his forehead. “This is a job for Nekoma. You accepted it. Therefore, we’ve all accepted it. Kenma?”

Kenma, the usual voice of reason, just gives Kuroo a tired shrug. “Kuro, we’ll take the offer back to base to discuss, but you know you won’t get anywhere without the rest of us. Tora’s right. If you’re taking the job, then so are we. Is this acceptable?” he asks Sawamura.

“No complaints here. I came to hire Nekoma, after all, not just Kuroo. Though you personally occupy a special place in my life,” Sawamura says dryly, running a thumb across the graft scar running along his cheek.

“In your heart too, I would hope,” Kuroo says automatically, still hung up on the thought of getting his whole crew annihilated over a clearly impossible feat. But the conversation is already moving on without him.

“Before we commit to this, I wanna be sure we know what we’re really getting into,” Kenma says, sliding onto the bench next to Kuroo.

“Of course. Ask away.”

“Strategy, logistics, personnel – are you willing to leave it all up to us?”

“I trust you to do whatever needs doing, yes. And I’ll finance whatever you need me to, on top of your payment.”

“Okay. This will take some time to get together; they’re not on death row are they? Good. One last time, I need to check. Are you absolutely sure you want to do this? Even knowing you’re more than certain to die?”

Sawamura doesn’t waver in the slightest. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“You’re already lucky your men are just imprisoned instead of up for execution,” Kenma warns. “But if you try this, they won’t pardon you again. Ignoring the fact that it’s virtually impossible to get into Datekou, let alone get back out – even if we somehow miraculously succeed, you’re dead the second any of you ever set foot on Imperial territory again. You’ll be worse off than even we are.”

“I know, and I don’t care. They lost me the moment they took my crew from me.”

“What happened to you?” Yaku asks abruptly. “They took your men, took your ship, but for someone like you- the less you have, the more dangerous you are. Why would they let you stay around?”

“Divine intervention, I guess you could call it. An old friend on the flagship Seijou pulled me for one of his smaller ships, and I’m too fucking decorated for the empire to just throw me to the wolves. They want me to waste a few years before they can reassign me to a frontline ship and hopefully get myself killed on some nameless moon in the middle of nowhere. I figured I would do them the favor of getting out of their hair before then.” He says it matter of factly, like he decided this life-changing course of action over tea one day.

“And cause an intergalactic riot in the process?” Kuroo asks, impressed by how far off the deep end Sawamura has decided to dive in one go.

“Why not? I’ve always been committed to justice, not order, captain. The empire has made it clear to me they do not value justice, so I’ll take it into my own hands.” There’s that shadow again, the one that lingers behind Sawamura’s brown eyes whenever he carries the weight of more than just himself. Kuroo can only see it when he’s really looking for it, but there’s something that lurks in the corners of Sawamura’s soul that’s just as dangerous as the rest of him, albeit in a different way.

“You know, I always thought you’d make one hell of a pirate. It’s good to know that assumption wasn’t misplaced.”

Sawamura laughs, some of the darkness in his gaze ebbing away. “Funny, I always thought you would have excelled in the navy. Odd how fate works sometimes, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think it was fate that brought you to us today. I think you just take a kind of sadistic pleasure in fucking up my plans for a carefree life, vice admiral.”

“I’m not going to lie to you by denying it, captain.”

It’s kind of fucked up that Kuroo missed this, the dance of words they’d perfected in between trying to stab each other. It’ll be strange, adapting to a new relationship built on more than banter and the chase, but if he’s being honest with himself, he’s always wondered what it might be like if they spent more than thirty heart-racing minutes with each other every time they met. Might as well find out before he dies.

With a grin, he extends his hand across the table, holding just a second too long after Sawamura accepts the handshake. “Alright, Sawamura-san, let’s get your team back.”

#kurodaiweek #kurodai #kuroo tetsurou #sawamura daichi #haikyuu!!#hq fic #partners in crime #space opera #space western #my fic #cw: violence #cw: injury

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sujiryuu-blog · 7 years

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royal court au

// the idea of daishou gaining the favour of the court with his provocative - both meanings! - ways is easily my most favourite thing and i mean any court, THE. volleyball court, a royal court, a court of law. anyways this has 5000 gaps on purpose but it’s also just me hyping daishou up bc What Else Do I Do (and other questions) kjkjhjh please i love him.. hes an asshole, thanks.. oh also!! theres pov switches in this quite a lot but. thats jus how it has to be written, sorry if its confusing?! (it should be hinted whose thoughts belong to who tho) ok yeah thats all //

The honeysuckle bushes.

That’s where Daishou Suguru stands every time when the court is as lively as it is now; when everyone is busy doing nothing but celebrating the birthday of one of the royals, all troubles for this moment and for this night set aside. The tips of his fingers are calm and unhurried, delicately skimming over the perfectly bloomed flowers; he discreetly inhales to capture the sweet scent – oh, he likes it. Suguru’s attention finally parts from the bushes to look over the jubilant court, lips softly curved in a blissful smile when he notes the combined harmony of the lively chatter, the song, the dance. He likes this, too. He likes when the court is like this. He likes these extravagant celebrations because he’s released from his servant duties for the day to jest and play – Suguru is the court’s royal fool as much as he’s one of the precious servant boys, and God, does he love it.

Everyone loves it.

See, something about Suguru demands attention, even when he doesn’t explicitly beg for it.

His fellow servants think it’s his eyes: dark and unreadable, and yet when on you they possess that unnatural quality of making you feel like you’re the only pretty thing in the world – he looks utterly and absolutely entranced by the one he gazes at, mesmerised by all they are; whoever they are. So focused and so captivated at once, one would think they’re a rare flower, discovered by his eyes then and there. Higher court officials feel differently. They think it’s the way Suguru speaks, a voice somehow smoother and more luxurious than the fine silks the royals wear tonight; even finer than the pearls and jewels at their throats. He talks so surely, with so much certainty, like he’s never doubted anything in his life. It’s attractive even, that Suguru rarely uses a filler or a pause to think. There’s something charming about the way he talks, too… somewhere between a softly hummed melody and a quietly sounded murmur; like everything he says is a secret, private between himself and the one he wants to listen to him. What better way is there to keep someone’s attention than by making them give up all of it just to hear him speak?

“You are listening to me, aren’t you?” Suguru inquires softly, pulling his lower lip into a pretty pout. Feigned innocence. A powerful act. The guard is guilted into apologising immediately – of course he was listening! How couldn’t he be? Who wouldn’t feel blessed to listen to the lovely servant boy talk about how his jester’s clothes are the heaviest and most uncomfortable thing in the world? The bumbling idiot threatens to curve Suguru’s pout to a smirk, but he holds it. Manages to hold it, and he loves himself for it; this is wonderful. “Shh, it’s okay, I guess I can forgive you,” he relents, eyes falsely downcast before they glitter with mischief. The guard straightens, ready to give him whatever. “Kiss me,” Suguru says simply. The guard is red.

Two… males shouldn’t kiss.

And yet when Suguru’s fingers drape lazily over the guard’s wrist to pull him behind the pillar, he doesn’t hesitate once in kissing him, nor does he stop himself from mumbling right after about how he’s sure those are the softest lips on earth. He certainly took no note of what Suguru’s hands were doing.

A snort. “I make sugar scrubs in the kitchen, give me a different compliment.” So he gets one about his eyes, and Suguru’s even more displeased. “No. Be quiet, they’re darker than the night above us.” But that’s what makes them so lovely, the guard insists—but he’s gone. Suguru is gone, ready to transform from playful servant to pitiful fool.

He loves compliments and hates compliments.

They drive him to be what he is every day: unattainable and longed after, by those both at the top and at the hollowed bottom of the court. He wants to be pretty. He wants to be so beautiful it hurts – but appearances can do little more than amuse; rarely do they bring the pain he wants others to feel.

The jester’s clothes are heavy on his body, as he'd complained.

Suguru has sensitive skin – as fun as it will be to play, he’ll be left scratched up by the horrible material clawing at him from the innermost layers. He pouts again, this time like the actual brat he is scowling and scoffing and whining to himself that he is better than this! so much… better than this. This court is full of idiots; why, the royals themselves are idiots for keeping him so close yet being unable to see right through him when he’s so intentionally transparent sometimes. So why is he dressing up as a fool? Why--

“You still manage to look… charming,” someone speaks from the opening of the servants’ burrow. Ah, that’s why.

The real fools are easy to fool. Suguru’s scowl from just before turns into a sweet smile. “Have you fallen in love so quick? How come it’s you that’s collecting me, not the other guard like always?”

“I… asked to,” he hesitates, a little intimidated by Suguru’s expression and words alike. (Who speaks with that much confidence… he has more arrogance than the royals themselves…)

“Is that so,” Suguru says, eyes fiery as they burn into the guard’s. He reaches his hand out, which the guard takes, and, “Well? Don’t just hold it. Help me onto the even ground.” (Ah.) The guard stammers an apology as pathetic as before, and Suguru very nearly rolls his eyes from how easy this all is. Very nearly. Nothing should be attractive about him in his costume, but it is. The tights he wears under his puffing shorts only bring shine to his shapely legs; the motley striped coat he’s tied to his waist so that the material dances along with his wide, swaying hips. Even the hat… is funnier than anything, but because Suguru carries himself with such vanity, it does nothing to take away from his beauty. The guard finds himself flustered again. “Are you staring? You’re staring. What? What is it. Make it quick, I have to start the show in ten minutes.”

“Your body doesn’t—it isn’t—it’s… you are a… boy, aren’t you?”

Suguru smirks, stopping. “What does it mean to be a boy?”

“Well, you know!”

“Genitals? Hmh. Do you want to check for yourself and decide if I am?”

“It’s just…”

“What do typically women use to make their waists smaller?”

“Why are you asking that suddenly? I.. they use those things, don’t they? They clip something tight!”

“Corset,” Suguru utters impatiently. “I had no interest in tightlacing until I was f..” God. There he goes again, about to say too much. This is why he dislikes one on one conversations. Every time.. he almost..

“Until?” The guard cues, albeit unsurely. Suguru looks distant somehow, usually glimmering gaze now vague and unreachable.

He hisses in response. “Be quiet, and stop looking at me like you really have fallen. We’re boys, after all. And this is the court.” An eyebrow inches up now, almost condescendingly. “You should really be careful. It’ll be your head second,” Suguru says mysteriously, a wicked smile on his red mouth. He skips forward, skips away, hands touching flowers from bushes on either side of the path they walk.

The guard watches him go again, only this time with a startling fear rising in his very bones. What exactly did he mean by that?

He can’t exactly… do anything but wonder. Wonder as he watches Suguru open the show like every bit the royal fool he finally is; cheered for when he bows to the royals, laughed at when he curtseys. He boasts pride as he speaks, and even more so when he uses his charming wit to tell jokes, and when Suguru starts his round of magic tricks no one can take their eyes off him or his deceitful hands – much to his pleasure. He sings and dances with the ladies of the court, and then wrongly recites some poetry, mistakes just so hilarious. … Suguru has a lot of fun. He does, he always does. And so when his show is over, his pouty, bratty face is nearly back before he remembers.

He successfully took the keys from the guard.

He remembers what he does this for – all of this.

He smiles to himself victoriously as he leaves the court once more to change back in to his servant clothes… and drop by the chambers of a royal on his way.

When he’s back, Suguru stands at the honeysuckle bushes again, picking at the sweetest petals which he busies and pretties himself with as the night of celebrations comes to an end.

It's the next morning that someone dies.

And then the guard is snuffed, too.

(Suguru scoffs when he hears the news.)

#w: au #god i say i love him but i honestly hate him #hes annoying #me doing these tags like my audience of 1 ghost will care JKDJDD #enough

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90stimkon · 7 years

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the nerd and the jock

Rating: Teen Length: 1,306 Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou (bokuroo / bokuro)

Summary: Bokuto will punish Kuroo!

Notes: inktober collab, day 27. nerd/jock au! unbetaed drabble.

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Neon lights flash as the bass to a Gloria Estefan song thumps on the dancefloor, so Kuroo figures that he must be in the right place. It doesn’t get gayer than that, after all.

It might be the music or the lights or the fact it’s his first time stepping into a gay club, but he’s shaking. He takes a seat by the bar where it’s a bit quieter and breathes out unsteadily. Kuroo had heard this was the only gay club that allowed fake IDs, but it’s his first time doing anything less than legal. His whole body is shaking from those three seconds between the bouncer looking at him and nodding him in.

He tries to look cool and order a beer, but the bartender merely laughs at him and serves him a Coke. In the can. Kuroo blushes to himself and looks away in shame, clearly sucking at this already. How the hell’s he supposed to get a boyfriend if he can’t even get a beer with his fake ID?

It takes about two Madonna songs and Girls Just Wanna Have Fun until Kuroo feels confident to even scan the club again, and when he looks up this time, his jaw drops. He can’t be sure with how dark it is in here, but across the bar is Bokuto Koutarou, spiker for his school’s volleyball team. Volleyball’s not the most popular sport, but ever since Bokuto punched Daishou Suguru in the face last year, the rumor mill hasn’t stopped spreading word that Bokuto’s a bully who enjoys kicking puppies and kittens in his spare time. The one Kuroo caught him shouldering out of the lockers, Bokuto looked like he was about to kill somebody, so Kuroo wouldn’t be surprised if Bokuto really enjoyed stealing little kids’ lunch money and candy like the rumors said he did.

In any case, there’s a million things a jock should be doing on a Saturday evening, and sitting on a stool at the local gay bar is not one of them. The sight is so weird that Kuroo can’t look away. Just when he’s about to do just that, Bokuto looks up and locks eyes with him. It’s only a second, but it feels like an eternity.

Kuroo quickly looks away, gulping hard. For a stupid second, Kuroo hopes that maybe Bokuto didn’t recognize him, but Bokuto is already jumping out of his seat and stalking his way. “Hey.”

Kuroo clears his throat in a cough, barely looking at Bokuto. Kuroo really doesn’t want to get clobbered, and his mom just bought these glasses, so he can’t afford to have them broken. “Hey.”

“That seat free?” Bokuto asks, gesturing to the empty stool beside Kuroo.

“Uh.” Kuroo looks down the bar on both sides, but there’s only one other person, an old gay, at the very end next to the bathroom door. So it’s obvious that the seat is free. Kuroo shakes off the feeling that Bokuto’s trying to find out if anybody would miss Kuroo if he disappeared. Kuroo can tell he’s a badass because Bokuto even has a can of beer. “Yeah.”

Bokuto’s eyes light up and he takes the seat. It screeches against the floor a bit too loudly and his grin looks too sharp when he says, “cool.”

Kuroo gets the distinct feeling that Bokuto’s just cornered him. Images of Bokuto beating him to a pulp in the alley behind the bar invade his mind, and Kuroo wishes he had said he was here with a friend.

The beating Kuroo expects never comes, and in fact while Bokuto takes a swig of his beer, his eyes roam him up and down, almost like he’s checking Kuroo out. “You go to my school, don’t you? You’re, um…mathletes, right?”

Kuroo’s heart flutters. He doesn’t want Bokuto Koutarou of all people to make his heart flutters, but it happens. Barely anybody at school knows a nerd like Kuroo, just his mathlete team members and his best-friend-slash-childhood-friend-slash-reclusive-neighbor Kenma. He’d never imagined that anybody would ever recognize him. “Yeah.”

“I knew it!” Bokuto nods excitedly and then points to himself with a thumb. “I’m on the volleyball team!”

Kuroo watches Bokuto out of the side of his eye and nervously cradles the can of Coke in his hands. He can’t but smile at the enthusiasm, even if he is afraid. “I know.”

Bokuto’s smile falls and it’s too dark to be certain, but Kuroo’s pretty sure Bokuto’s cheeks flushed. “Oh.”

It’s not a, ‘so you’ve heard good things about me,’ kind of, ‘oh.’ It’s a, ‘you heard shit about me,’ kind of, ‘oh.’ Kuroo almost feels bad for him. Kuroo shifts in his seat awkwardly and Bokuto’s face scrunches up in embarrassment. They both go quiet as Lady Gaga sings about chasing Kuroo until he loves her, papa-paparazzi.

“It’s not true what they say about me,” Bokuto eventually says. “Whatever you heard, it’s not true. There’s a lot of shit people are saying, so I don’t know what you’re thinking of, but it’s all lies.”

“So you didn’t call Mika the s-word?” Kuroo asks carefully, genuinely curious as to the answer.

The can of beer crunches loudly in Bokuto’s fist and Bokuto’s wild glare is immediately on him. “Is that what Daishou’s been saying!?”

“Yeah,” Kuroo says honestly, too scared to lie or backtrack. Kuroo and his big, fat mouth.

“That snake! I wouldn’t--” Bokuto cuts himself off, his voice high and nearly squeaking. It takes a second, but he catches himself, forcing himself to release the can and, more quietly but still as sharp this time, says, “I wouldn’t say that about her.”

“It’s just what I heard,” Kuroo says with a shrug. Kuroo hopes Bokuto doesn’t believe in killing the messenger. Bokuto’s looking away, but his knuckles are still white from being clenched in a fist. Kuroo swallows thickly. “I didn’t believe it anyway.”

Bokuto drags his face to Kuroo again, eyeing him suspiciously. “You didn’t?”

Kuroo bites his bottom lip and hopes this earns him a get-out-of-jail-free card. “You just don’t seem the type.”

Bokuto watches him for a good minute, and though it feels longer, Kuroo tries not to squirm. He holds Bokuto’s eye until Bokuto looks away with a laugh. “Wow, you’re a bad liar! -- But it’s nice you said so, even if it’s not true. Nobody’s on my side. Ever.”

Kuroo’s always heard the opposite, so he lets out a confused laugh himself. “You’re more perceptive than I thought.”

“You’re not,” Bokuto says, grinning at him again. He looks relaxed, and the waiter doesn’t even spare Kuroo a glance when Bokuto gestures to the bartender for two beers. “As perceptive as I thought.”

Kuroo warily stares at the Miller Lite Bokuto pushes in front of him, and then warily stares at Bokuto. This, none of this, adds up. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve been checking you out since you got here, but you didn’t seem interested at all! Now I hit you up, and the first thing you bring up is school. It’s like you haven’t even noticed we’re both in a gay bar. Alone.” Bokuto takes his can and pops it. A little bit of the foam bubbles up and he licks it clean. Kuroo swallows heavily and tries not to focus on the little sliver of pink tongue that’s making his stomach do funny flips. When Kuroo’s still silent, Bokuto looks at him, raising a brow. “Kind of sucky flirting, isn’t it?”

Kuroo’s so shocked hearing the word, ‘flirting,’ comes out of Bokuto’s mouth that he actually spits out his drink. “Wait. Flirting?”

Bokuto nods.

“Flirting” Kuroo says again, pointing to himself for emphasis. “With me?”

Bokuto shrugs and even though the neon lights flash over his face, Kuroo knows he’s definitely blushing. “Yeah, so? I happen to like nerds.”

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