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#anyways haikyuu and given were and ARE such comfort things to me

erina-writes-headcanons · 2 years

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and one more thing. this time with haikyuu >:)

sakusa, suga & terushima. they have an s/o that doesn't usually dress girly but when they do boys are such fans of it! literally simps!!!

it could be an occasion like a date, prom or wedding, and they are guests. i leave the choice to you!

thank you as always! have a nice day, love u.

❤️Sugawara Koushi, Sakusa Kiyoomi, and Terushima Yuuji Who usually dress up casually are Dressing Elegantly at Event❤️

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A/N: AAAHHHH!!! Thank you so much for the cute idea of the scenario and the headcanons idea because I honestly can see their cute reactions when they see their S/O did this! Especially Sugawara's cute reaction! Anyway. I'm sorry for the long update and I hope you forgive me @pillow-anime-infos ( ⇀‸↼‶ )

Gender: Female

Warning: None

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Sugawara Koushi - Karasuno

Sugawara doesn't really care how you dress up, he doesn't care if you usually just wear a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans, pajamas, or casual clothes because he loves you the way you are.

In fact, I believe he also prefers using casual clothes when going out together with you and on a date so he understands those comfortable feelings where you just prefer to use relaxing clothes instead of getting dressed up when going out.

However, you were invited to your best friend's birthday party Haruka in a fancy restaurant and she told you the dress code for everyone is to wear any blue shades whereas the birthday girl is wearing a beautiful pink shade of the dress.

You remember your mother bought a beautifully simple one-shoulder navy dress with the bottom reaching to your knees on your birthday and you are planning to wear that along with a necklace and a pair of pearl earrings.

Or if you are a male, you are wearing a pair of oversized navy or royal blue button-up shirts with trousers, a belt, and a leather wristwatch to make your looks fancier.

You want to look your best for your best friend Haruka since the two of you have been close since middle school and Haruka told you in the chat that you can bring your boyfriend, Sugawara.

As Sugawara was done wearing a pair of trousers along with a button-up shirt, he was walking up to your room to ask if you know where are his pair of loafers. His eyes widened to see you in a beautiful dress.

His face wasn't only red and spacing out, but he was stuttering and having an error in his brain. He knows his S/O is perfect but he did not expect you to look like an angel.

You are correct on this one that he became a simp. He tried to give a compliment to you but all you hear a jumbled and noncoherent words but his reaction was too cute that you couldn't help but tease the poor boy.

"What? Am I really beautiful that you cannot speak?" Congrats (Y/N), now you made him almost faint because of your teasing. He literally apologize in a stuttering way before running to the living room, escaping from your tease.

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The birthday party has not started yet and there's a lot of time to get ready together with Sugawara, your boyfriend. It was her sweet seventeen so lots of people were invited to your best friend's birthday party even though most of the ones who were invited are the third year and her classmates.

Most of the clothes in your wardrobe were t-shirts, blouses, denim, or other casual clothes so you had a little bit of trouble searching for appropriate clothes until you remember the clothes that your mother had given to you on your birthday. It was a one-shoulder navy dress/navy button-up shirt.

It was the most appropriate clothes to celebrate your best friend's birthday and you had no other choice but to wear the chosen clothes along with some jewels and the makeup touch for the final touch. You hadn't realized the sounds of footsteps getting closer and a knock on the door from the other side.

"(Y/N)? Are you in there?" There was no answer from you.

"(Y/N)?" No answer once again.

Sugawara knew that you didn't hear him at all and the grey-haired setter decides to get inside so he could ask something to you, "(Y/N). Have you seen my loafers? I forgot where did I put it-" but he was cut off as his brown eyes laid on your figurine. You look so amazing in that outfit.

The sound of him speaking obviously made you lose your focus on yourself before turning around to see Sugawara standing there like a statue with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. "Suga? Sweetheart? Do you need anything?"

He was very starstruck that he did not hear your question at all, all you can see was that his mouth was moving around but you couldn't hear a word from his mouth. It clicked in your mind that Sugawara is distracted with your outfit and you know this is a chance to tease your poor boyfriend for after all his tease that he did on you.

"Suga babe~ is there anything wrong?" The corner of your lips tugged upwards, playing coy with him.

" What- Uh Yes- I mean, no-. There is nothing wrong," He stammered, cheeks turning rosy and his eyes advert from your eyes.

"Are you sure? Is it because I look so beautiful/handsome that you cannot speak?" You continue teasing him.

"I-I'M SORRY!!" Sugawara finally shut the door close, letting you alone as you had your best day by making your boyfriend red.

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Sakusa Kiyoomi - Itachiyama

In this headcanon, I believe Sakusa is at least a little bit more opinionated with your fashion sense but he's not the type who likes to be too controlling so he mostly just gonna stares with a judgemental stare

I'm saying that because I believe Sakusa would prefer you to wear clothes that don't have any stains, rip, or a bad smell on them. He prefers you wear clothes that just got washed and have a nice smell on them.

He doesn't care if you wear casual clothes or stay-at-home clothes because why do need to dress up elegantly when you're not going anywhere? He only doesn't like it if you are wearing clothes from yesterday and you haven't taken a shower.

However, you were invited by your sister or brother to their wedding and she told you to wear something elegant and told you the dress code for the party is the color grey shades.

Trying to look your best, you were wearing an Asymmetric Cut out Smokey Grey Dress with a heart necklace and a pair of grey heels or if you are a male, you decide to wear a pair of a grey blazer as the outerwear, a white shirt, and dark grey trousers to pull off an elegant and fancy look

While you were putting the last touch on your face, there was loud sounds of footsteps and a door knob but you didn't realize those sounds and continued making yourself look presentable for your sister/brother's marriage.

The door was wide open to show a pair of brown eyes looking at you up and down. He was surprised to look at you with a such an amazing outfit.

He was in a trance when looking at you, he didn't move at all because of the awe and it made you think that someone just stopped the time but nope. Your boyfriend just looking at you with awe.

If you have sharp hearing, you can almost hear Sakusa letting out a small whisper of 'Beautiful/Amazing' but once he caught you staring, Sakusa would quickly look away.

He might act all cold around you by not speaking but don't worry. He is not mad, he is just embarrassed as hell but he is trying to hide it from you.

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Today is your sibling's wedding day and everyone in the family is invited including their partner too because of this, you dragged your boyfriend Sakusa to come along and celebrate your sibling's wedding birthday in a hotel.

At first, Sakusa didn't want to go to the party because he hates crowds and he cannot stand people talking very closely to him for fear that they going to be touchy and infect unknown bacteria to him. However, your smart brain made a deal with your boyfriend that you would buy him lots of Umeboshi, especially onigiri for his lunch.

He was having lots of thoughts on this but he finally agreed to go to your sibling's wedding party and maybe gave them a nice wedding gift for their marriage since it's culture for Japanese people to give cash or a gift to those who are married.

However, he did not expect you as his S/O are going to dress like an angel with your dress or a suit when he arrives at the wedding party. Not only it suits you perfectly and hugging your every curve but it also made him think twice maybe if he should go with you together once again. He never sees you dressing up like this

Your eyes glance at the ace of Itachiyama and a smile is adorned on your face before you're walking up to him, "Sakusa-san. I'm glad you're coming to my sister/brother's party. I thought you would not come."

"I wouldn't if you didn't make that deal," Sakusa said nonchalantly.

People might think he's such a bad partner because of the way he talks can be seen as harsh but you know better that those words don't mean anything and it doesn't need to be taken into the heart since Sakusa isn't someone who is good at expressing his expression like his cousin.

As he turns around, your eyes widened with surprise, and glance up at him again with eyes blinking repeatedly. 'You look beautiful/handsome in that dress/suit." Even though those sounds were small, you still can hear him as clearly as a day because you didn't expect Sakusa to praise you.

However, it did not last long before a smile adorned your face once again before strutting up to Sakusa. Your hands gently held his hand and you can feel him flinch in once second before it relaxes once again as his eyes laid on yours with a little bit of red colour on his cheeks"You also look amazing in this outfit."

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Terushima Yuuji - Johzenzi

Terushima might be a playboy and dating you because of your look the first time but once the relationship is stable. I can see Terushima loves you for the way you are.

He doesn't care if you often wear just a pair of tee along with short pants in the house or a jogger with a sweatshirt when playing volleyball with you.

The reason is that he is the same as you. Why do you need to dress up when you are going to play volleyball or just laze around in the house?

But let's just pretend that you are going to have a date together with him later at a restaurant and you want to catch his eyes with your outfit and you have the right clothes for that.

If you are female, you are wearing a shirring sleeve dress with a canary yellow shade dress but if you are a male. You are wearing a button-down shirt, layered with a crew neck jumper, and mustard yellow trousers with a belt on them to pull a simple but elegant look for the date night.

Once you arrive at the restaurant and wait for him, he just got arrived and he immediately looks at you as if you are a five-star course meal.

Terushima was STARSTRUCK, he would definitely go up to you and start to flirt at you as if he just saw you for the first time, being a cheezy boyfriend.

He will throw tons of pickup lines, some can be cute, some made you blush bright red and some would be bad but those pickup lines would make you laugh, like:

"Do you have a map or a compass? Because I'm lost in your eyes." or " Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, it makes me want to smile." Yes, he is that cheesy around you when the two of you are on a date.

Also, Terushima would be quite touchy so expect his arm around your waist or around your shoulder casually most of the time when you two had a date.

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It has been such a long time that you and your boyfriend did not spend time with each other after a long time because of the middle-term exam. Your father and mother didn't let you go out because they want you to focus on your test and have a high score, and if you go out without telling them. The two of them would take your phone away.

It was really sad because Terushima would keep trying to call you and asking you to hang out together with him or just sneak out from your parents but you know better because sneaking out without permission is like the death penalty to you. You couldn't live without your phone.

But the middle exam has passed and you had a great score in every subject except math. Even though you didn't get an A plus, your mother and father were still satisfied with your scores and let you go out but not knowing that you had a date together with your boyfriend.

Arriving at the restaurant, you decide to see at the table near the window so you can see the view of the city where there are lots of bystanders walking around to enjoy their day but not noticing someone is tiptoeing behind you with a smirk on his face and a mischievous glints in his eyes.

"BOO!" The male tapped your shoulder quite hard but not hard enough to hurt you.

"EEEK! Terushima-san! Your piece of shit!" you hissed in annoyance.

"Hehe, sorry-babe. By the way, you look amazing in that outfit," His eyes look at your attire up and down.

The dress/the suit complements your figure, it hugs your every curve and the outfit makes you look more attractive than anyone in the restaurant. Terushima could not help but his smirk widened as he sat across from you "Baby, Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, it makes me want to smile~" Terushima winks.

"Are you always this flirty?" You raise your eyebrows, challenging him back playfully.

"Only to you, especially this night since you look so amazing~" the corner of his lips tugged upwards, loving the challenge that you gave to him.

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xnchxntmxnt · 2 years

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hiyaa !!

i’d like to request fluff sjsjsjsjsj

i’ve recently got back into hq,, once again<3

so teru pls n ty cause just,, he

anyway if you pls, male/gn reader who gets rejected and basically gets comforted n then realises,, oh shit i like you not this mfer 😦😦 so there’s sobbing and ilys but then a real ily and it’s just all so

aww

anyway !! don’t feel pressured to write ever, have a good day :]]

my b!! forgot to sign off lol,,

yr recent ask was me !! i have returned <3

-🌱

we're gonna pretend i didn't get this ask several months ago ok im sorry

small conversations, smaller confessions

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Character: Terushima Yuuji

Warnings: some kissing at the end, maybe a little cursing?

Notes: i decided to empty out my drafts/inbox and this was the latest thing in my inbox again i am so sorry. thank you @possiblypoe for the help love /p <3

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It was hard to stay upset when your best friend had ice cream smeared on his nose and was giving you a retelling of a conversation he’d had with his four-year-old brother, while somehow managing to sound exactly like his brother when he mimicked him.

For the last ten minutes, Terushima had been parading around your room, overdramatically imitating his brother while taking quick breaks to shove more ice cream (from the giant tub, by the way—you were sharing it since he forgot to buy himself anything on your way home) in his mouth.

The person you’d had a crush on rejected you at school, and since they had, Teru had been right by your side. You had to threaten him to get him to go to class, actually. He was trying to be incredibly supportive, though, and comfort you in any way he could.

Which lead to him insisting on going to the store, buying a ton of your favorite junk food, and now he was doing everything in his power to make you laugh. Including some rather inappropriate jokes that had him laughing harder than you.

He sat on your bed, kicking his feet up and putting them on your lap. “How you feeling now?” he asked, taking a rather large scoop of ice cream and putting the whole thing in his mouth.

You stared at him for a moment. “Worried you're going to get a brain freeze, Yu.”

He shrugged. “Eh, whatever,” he said through a mouthful of ice cream. “Not what I meant. You feeling better about what’s-their-name?”

“A little.” You let out a long sigh before shoving his feet off of you, deciding to lay down. Your pillows were on the other side of him, so you laid your head on his leg. He smiled down at you as you kept talking. “You’ve done a lot for me. Thank you, Yu.”

“Anything for you,” he said, booping the tip of your nose. “Y’know, that person’s kind of a jerk, anyway. I don’t think that would have worked out well for you.”

“Did you hear something or are you saying that to make me feel better?”

“It’s just to make you feel better.”

You scoff and roll your eyes at him.

“I’m sorry! I don’t think I’ve heard one person say something bad about them! President Perfect, if you ask me. Maybe a little too perfect.”

The comedic suspicion in his voice made you laugh again. What would you do without him?

Teru was…amazing, really. He was there to comfort you at any given moment, always had something to make you laugh, and had this energy that drew people to him like a magnet. He was always so chipper and, despite sometimes needing someone to reign his shenanigans in, really cared about the people around him and made sure they knew it.

When you looked up at him again, a content smile stuck on his face as he looked back, something seemed like it clicked in the back of your head. You’d been pining after this person for a few weeks and sure, maybe you liked them, but there was something different about Yuuji. How much of that was years of friendship, and how much of that was something else?

You sat up abruptly, shaking the thought from your mind. You didn’t need to go there right now, what if he didn’t feel the same? What were you saying—you yourself weren’t sure how you felt about him! You needed to get your head straight first and then you could figure out what the hell all this meant.

“You alright?” he asked, following you by sitting up as well, reaching out a hand to make sure nothing was wrong.

Quickly, you nodded, jumping up and heading toward your door. “Yeah! I’ll, uh…ill be back in a sec. Feel free to finish off the ice cream.”

He made a weird face but you didn't take the time to look, instead running for the hallway and deciding to lock yourself in the bathroom for a moment. What were you thinking? Years of friendship down the drain because of a fleeting thought? But now you were thinking about it more and—

“Dammit!” you cursed, half-whispered as you slammed your fist on the counter. Now what were you going to do?

A quiet knock sounded from the other side of the door and you heard Yuuji’s voice. “(Y/N)?” he asked. “You good? Thought I heard something fall…”

You sighed and turned, opening the door. He offered an encouraging smile that broke whatever sanity you had left in your mind.

All the emotional exhaustion finally got to you. Maybe it wasn't a great decision, it was definitely rash, but you grabbed his hand and pulled him a little closer, asking, “would you freak out if I kissed you right now?”

He stared, wide-eyed, but shook his head. Without a second thought to let your sense of reason kick in, you dropped his hand, grabbed him by the collar, and kissed him.

It was fast—much too fast—but you could feel the tension cut through the air and dissipate the closer you got. Expectantly, you looked at him as you pulled away, waiting for one of you to say something. You tried to, but the words didn’t want to come out.

He spoke up first, barely above a whisper. “I have been waiting to do that for years,” he muttered before leaning in again. This time, he kissed you breathless, one hand gently on your hips and the other holding the side of your face. Your hand dropped from his collar and played with the (quite soft, actually) buzzed hair at the bottom of his head.

You stayed there for a while, back against the counter, just kissing. Neither of you wanted to pull away from the other, he was more important than air, and apparently, he thought the same.

After a minute or so of that, he leaned his forehead against yours, smiling against your lips. “You have no idea how much I wanted to do that,” he said, bumping his nose against yours.

You leaned back quickly, looking him in the eye, expression that of shock. “You what?” you asked, just now processing his earlier words.

He laughed and laid his head on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), I…I never wanted to say anything, but I’ve had a massive crush on you since…what, probably first year?”

Gently, you smacked the back of his head, asking, “why didn’t you tell me?”

Yuuji picked his head up and kissed your cheek. “I didn’t know you’d feel the same!” he said, mimicking your tone. “Let’s just…skip that part. Less talking, more kissing.”

He paused for a moment to make sure you didn’t want to argue/would be okay with that (always a gentleman) so you closed the gap between you. He was right, talking could wait.

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mariproducer · 2 years

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Talking abt mp100 in relation to mlb

(Spoilers for the first 2 seasons of mp100 under the cut)

Oooookay so last night I finished mp100 and wow was I blown away by how much of a feel-good show it is. It's emphasis on choice, on enjoying life, on being a kid, on having a support system. I cried a few times bc it made me that emotional seeing Mob's journey and how he interacts with the world.

While I really hate having to draw comparisons btwn things (says the guy whos constantly drawing comparisons btwn things), since mlb was the last "new" thing I watched prior to mp100, obviously I had mlb's presentation and execution in mind. And man... watching mp100 really drove home how bad mlb is with representing and showing its ideas.

I already talked abt how the lessons in s4 started caving in on each other bc mlb has no sense of consistency. Contrast that to mp100 where Mob repeatedly tells himself things, like to not harm someone with his powers or that he's just like any other person, doesn't matter if he has psychic powers or not. Ideas that were internalized into him by Reigen, who saw a kid lost in the world and didn't want to see him get eaten alive by its harshness. Mob learns things that stick, that help him thru situations, that he can teach to the ppl he meets. And mlb's lessons? They're usually for Marinette. No other character gets to grow or have their views challenged or get a new perspective; when other characters are given the chance to change, the writing immediately backtracks and keeps them on the same path they were on before. And even Marinette herself isn't immune to having her lessons walked back on.

And then there's that huge emphasis on choice. A lot of things that happen in mp100 are through someone's conscious choice. Whether it's adult espers misusing their powers or Mob using his own powers to protect those he cares for, every single character has the ability to choose for themselves, whether right or wrong. And it really shines thru when former adversaries in mp100 come back to help. Theyre shown that there's another way to live, but they chose for themselves to become better people, to use their powers for good instead of bad. It's not just for fighting either: Reigen tells Mob that it's ok to run away, to give up, he says that it's not Mob's duty to save the day with his powers. Mob still proceeds to do that anyway, but being offered that choice to begin with, to know it's an option... its really powerful. On the other hand, Marinette ... doesn't really have a choice: she's forced to attempt confessions when she's not ready or comfortable or the role of the guardian is forced onto her. The only time Marinette really got to choose was when she decided to become Ladybug once more to save Alya. We don't get to see Marinette feel like she's growing into her role or embracing it or making it her own or just getting the option to choose. The show goes out of its way to push and pull her around, to take away any semblance of choice or agency from her.

Like ugh I'm still just baffled at how ppl say mlb is good or smth or that it's well written because I can't see it at all. Watching mp100, looking back on medias I consumed in the past like haikyuu, it's like. I've seen good shows I've seen well-written shows. They may not be for everyone (e.g. I know haikyuu can be a snooze fest if u can't sit thru sports anime or ur like me and play volleyball lol) but like. There's good media out there that can get ur brain pumping tryna interpret and understand but mlb is just. Not one of those types of medias. It just isn't.

#r(en)bles #sorr this is me rambling abt how much i loved mp100 wowza #anywau id show my kid mp100 i would not show my kid mlb #i think i went off topic at the end there my bad im gonna make a separate post hold up

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notepadsandtealeaves · 2 years

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Asahi A. || Not-SFW ABCs A Thot’s Thoughts 💦

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

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↠ Requested By: The Thirst™ ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: HELLA NSFW ((MINORS, BE GONE!! *Suga side chop’s you into the abyss*)) ↠ Chronology: Post time skip ↠ CWs/TWs: Any applicable warnings can be found before their respective section, tho I’ll throw in a general warning for my particular brand of wordy fuckery as well as extreme amounts of thirst for one Asahi Azumane. ↠ Betas? Where they do that at?? ↠ Total WC: 17.3k~ ((sorry, not sorry lmfaooo))

…pls, sir, I’m begging you—unchain my gd heart, you’re not even REAL I cannot be down this bad for a 2D anime man, please…

Let me love you, Mister Azumane…

Here by popular demand—and by that I mean that both myself and @screamin-abt-haikyuu really needed this to be a thing that I wrote lmfao… ((Also sorry that it took me so long, girlie! I don’t even have an excuse, I just suck lmao))

Anyways!

Ngl, this is just me being horny on main thirsting over my softest 2D husband for 17k+ words, so that’s a thing. Other than that there isn’t much else to it, as this is p. much what it says on the tin.

To all my fellow Asahi fuckers: come and be fed.

Aftercare || What they’re like after sex.

Though Asahi is an absolute pro when it comes to aftercare, it takes him a minute to actually get to it. Given how, ahem, thorough he is during each session this shouldn’t really come as a surprise.

Unless there’s a pressing need, he’s gonna pull you in for a little afterglow cuddle session. Even though you’ve just completed an act that brings you as close to oneness as any two beings can be, he cannot help but to crave the contact. Sex is a very intense and intimate thing for him, and it always leaves this soft and precious man well inside his feelings. He tends to get a bit clingy afterwards, ngl, but it’s so sweet and endearing that I promise you that you won’t mind it at all—in fact you’ll come to crave it just as much as he does after your first session or your money back! That’s the Immy Guarantee™!

His hands will skate along the sweat-dampened skin of your back, tracing nonsensical patterns in the mist there as he tries to will his still pounding heart to sync up with yours. Though he babbles a lot during the act itself, he has a tendency to go silent afterwards; like, even if you’re talking to him he’s more opt to reply with little contented hums and huffs, maybe the occasional word or short sentence. It would probably be a little off-putting if you weren’t so close to one another.

If you’ve gotten to this point in your relationship then you’re well aware of his tendency towards reticence. At the end of the day Asahi’s v. much a thinker; for better or for worse he spends a good portion of his time living in his head, and you know this. Naturally you’re the one person he’s most open/vocal around, but even with you he oftentimes falls back into old habits, if only for the comfort factor of it all. He loves the fact that he can just exist with you, can totally be himself without fear of judgement or unwanted commentary. Even if you don’t always understand his habits, you get him, and really that’s the most important thing.

If you were to ever ask him what he’s thinking during these quiet moments the answer will always be a simple “You.” If you ask him to elaborate because, yanno, that’s hella vague, he’ll just toss you a dreamy little smile before saying, “Us, our future, everything… I want it all and I want it with you.” ((pls, sir, I’m begging you—unchain my gd heart, you’re not even REAL I cannot be down this bad for a 2D anime man, please ;n;))

But back to the HC at hand.

Once he’s caught his breath he’ll leave you swaddled up in blankets with a bottle of water and an after-sex snack of your choosing as he gets the bathroom ready for the cleanup. Depending on what you want, he’s either running a bath—complete with all of the fixings—or getting the shower set up. Either way he’s joining you—yanno, providing you aren’t adamant about bathing alone for whatever reason. If you’ve chosen the bath, be prepared to get a nice rub down while you soak; he’ll also wash your hair (and the rest of you, too) if you want. And please, for the love of all that is good and holy, return the favor. He absolutely adores the way your fingers feel on his sudsy skin, and if you bury them in his wet locks?

Bruh.

He’s gone, past tense, deceased. Here lies Asahi Azumane, cause of death: intense relaxation via the love of his life’s magic fingers.

Tho his hands will be all over you, don’t expect anything to pop off unless you initiate it. He’s really just looking to be close to you at this point, but if you were to express the desire for something a bit more involved he wouldn’t be opposed.

Showers p. much run along the same lines, with the only major change being that you’ll probably get done faster since you don’t have the luxury/comfort of sitting. They do make any potential second rounds easier tho since you don’t have to worry about trying to keep the floor dry—but like also have fun trying to keep your balance lol.

Regardless of whatever you do or do not get up to in the bathroom, you’re getting carried back to your bedroom, no exceptions. Tbh, the only real say you have in the matter is if it’s piggyback, princess, or koala style lol. ((and yes, my dear royal, he can pick you up, because he’s v. big and v. strong and v. fictional more’s the gd pity, and also because these are my HCs and I say so, so there)) He’s gonna plop you down in the chair that you’re now fairly certain he purchased for the sole purpose of giving you somewhere comfortable to sit while he changes the sheets. If you tried out something new during the session, this’ll be the time you discuss it/what you did and did not like/etc.; other than that it’s just general chatter or comfortable silences, it all just depends on the vibes.

Once he’s got that squared away he’s gonna pick you up again and tuck you both between the crisp sheets. He’s definitely the type to use the chill that has yet to be driven away as an excuse for you to curl around one another, the silly man. As if anyone needs an excuse to get cozy with a human teddy bear like himself lol. His preferred positioning is really anything that either leaves you directly on top of him or with him curled up around you, but honestly he isn’t too picky; so as long as you’re close he’s content, so chose whichever configuration suits you best.

No matter how you finally choose to settle down, his steadily deepening breaths and the metronomic beat of his heart will be the thing that lulls you into yet another restful night’s sleep.

Body Part || Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s.

On himself it’s probably his shoulders/back—well the whole of his torso, really, but those two areas especially.

For as long as he can remember people have always been annoyingly vocal about their opinions on his appearance, be that good or bad. But regardless of which side of the fence they land on no one can deny the fact that he’s big. Sure he’s v. tall—I personally canon him to top out at 6’3”, but even his canon height of 6’1” is far above the national average—but what’s more, he’s broad. Asahi is just a thick ass boy, with his heavy musculature and those wideset shoulders and broad chest… Smfh, shit don’t make no gd sense, what he doing with all that body??

…right, anyways! Dude’s an absolute unit and a thirst trap besides, and while there are still those out there that find his build to be intimidating, there are even more that, ahem, greatly appreciate the impressive silhouette that he cuts.

The few partners (term used loosely here, as those relationships didn’t amount to much) he’s had as well as the more bold among his admirers have all expressed their admiration of his form as well they should. His broad shoulders, perfectly toned arms, and Greek god-esque torso—good god, his V-cut is dangerous, like that shit should legit be illegal—are all just *chef’s kiss* Beach days/anything else that gets him topless are an absolute blessing that will leave you believing in a higher power if you don’t already because there’s no gd way that a man like that exists purely by happenstance.

As he’s gotten older he’s learned to not put too much stock into the opinions of others, but he has to admit that he doesn’t really mind such talk. Hell, it’s flattering if nothing else—even if it does leave him flustered all to be damned. He’s worked damn hard to obtain and maintain his physique, and while he does this primarily for himself, well…

There’s nothing wrong with others enjoying the fruits of his labor, yeah? Especially if it’s you we’re talking about.

He’s long since developed an appreciation for these parts of his body, but it’s what they do for you specifically that really makes them stand out in his eyes. One of the things that absolutely does it for him is when you snuggle into him for various reasons. Whether you’re seeking comfort after a bad day, looking for a cuddle session, or in need of sleep, you always end up wrapped up in his arms with your head pillowed against his chest. His heartbeat has served as your own personal lullaby far more times than either of you can count, and that just hits with him, like…

For you feel comfortable enough with him to not only share such a gentle, intimate moment, but to also be able to relax enough to fall asleep? That is everything to him. It’s a level of trust and intimacy that he’s never had with a partner before and he just… He falls a little bit deeper for you every time it happens—in fact he almost (definitely) tears up a lil those first few times, ngl lol.

And when he’s inside of you, hips pressed flush and cock buried so deep that neither of you can tell where one ends and the other begins, your hands always make their way to his back. His shoulders serve as anchor and attraction, with the feeling of his muscles bunching and releasing with the rolling snap of each thrust driving you ever closer to the edge as such a display of his raw power is wont to do. The length of his back is always converted into your own personal scratching post when the pleasure becomes too much and you desperately need an outlet for the tension. The sting of your nails biting into his flesh only adds to his pleasure, honestly (as does seeing you go feral for his dick, fuck if he doesn’t absolutely love that shit) so don’t be shy about digging in.

He wears the resulting scratches with a quiet pride; he’s not one to flaunt your bedroom activities to even his closest friends, but if anyone were to see the angry, raised red lines that litter the expanse of his back, well… His replying blush would be well at odds with the little self-satisfied smirk that pulls at his lips. His making you feel so damn good that you’re reduced to such a base, nearly bestial state will always be one of his greatest accomplishments.

Now if it’s your body that we’re talking about then his favorite area’s gotta be the neck.

In the same way you seek your comfort out in his arms/pressed against the beat of his heart, he finds his own when his head is tucked away in the space between your shoulder and jaw. He loves to bury his nose against your soft skin and inhale your scent, cannot get enough of the way you squirm and giggle as he peppers a flurry of kisses (as well as the occasional nip, if he’s feeling especially teasing) to the delicate column. Another thing that he really likes doing is pressing his lips against your pulse point and just lingering? Idk why, I just feel it in my heart that that’s something he does lol. He finds it super comforting for whatever reason; it’s almost as if he’s reminding himself that you’re here with him—safe, sound, and happy.

And when the world is getting on top of him, when invasive thoughts and insecurities that he’s yet to vanquish in full start to hound him, that little cubby becomes a place of solace and safety for him. It doesn’t matter what your size is in comparison to his, you’re always gonna be his port in any storms that life forces him to weather. He’ll just tuck his head in there, breathe deeply, and wait for the steady beat of your heart to calm him. Sometimes he’ll talk, others he’ll listen to your reassurances, and others still you’ll both lay there silently offering succor and accepting it in turn. In any event, make sure that you play with his hair, it’ll help to relax the both of you.

On the less innocent side of things—dude really likes to mark up your neck.

It’s always the quiet/shy ones that be the biggest freaks lmao. And while Asahi isn’t the most out there when it comes to such things, he has found that he has a bit of a possessive streak on him. Nothing soothes that particular itch quite like seeing the evidence of his pointed attentions speckled across the thin skin there. Everything from hickeys to actual bite marks are fair game, tho the latter will always be done by accident; he does like biting, but not that hard. Friction burns are also a thing that’ll occasionally happen thanks to his face scruff, but he’s usually mindful enough that it isn’t something you have to deal with on the regular.

He gets that this isn’t everybody’s thing, so if you’re opposed he’ll abstain, but if you are down… Best to invest in a lot of scarves and high-necked tops, maybe some concealer too for good measure lol…

Cum || Anything to do with cum basically…

CW for talks of unprotected sex. Also cum. Lots and lots of cum talk, tho that’s to be expected considering lol…

It should first be said that Asahi’s favorite place to cum will always be inside you. Mouth, ass, cunt (if you’re in possession of one)—it’s all good to him. Doing so in a condom isn’t nearly as satisfying a way to finish as it is when he’s hitting it raw, but he understands the safety aspect, and he’ll always respect your boundaries besides. Tho once you do allow him to abandon the wrap…

You’re gonna be in for it for the next month at least.

Dude’s gonna be so drunk off of the feel of your walls wrapping around him without that added layer that he’s not gonna be able to control himself. Expect to be filled up to the brim and beyond with his cum. And he cums a lot. The phrase ‘paint your walls’ was made for this man specifically lol. His loads are thick and almost startlingly white, and there’s always so damn much every damn time… Seriously it shouldn’t be possible for him to produce that much cum that frequently/consistently, and yet…

He loves watching it drip out of you in a viscous stream, your thoroughly fucked-out body—overly-sensitive and still twitching from the lingering vestiges of your last orgasm—pushing it from your quivering hole in steady pulses. If you let him he’ll gladly gather it up on his fingers and push it back in just to watch it come sliding out again, a thing he’ll be hella embarrassed about once the sex fog lifts from his brain. He’s never considered himself overly kinky per se, and honestly this isn’t even that out there, but he’s self-conscious about it either way so please—even if you’re not a fan—don’t tease him about it.

Dirty Secret || Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.

This isn’t a ‘dirty secret’ so much as it’s just embarrassing for him, and thusly he’s determined to take it to his grave, but… He’s an avid pillow humper—or, well, he used to be before you came along.

Dude wasn’t even getting so much as a kiss in high school since half of the people there were terrified of him while the other half didn’t think he was worth pursuing for various bullshit reasons (their loss, I say). Once his college years came around and he finally started dating he wasn’t exactly the type to get too into the physical stuff too quickly. He wanted to make sure that his partner was interested in him as a man and not just in it for his body, yanno?

It took him a long time to be comfortable enough for anything more than some heavy petting, and even then it never really went beyond hand stuff. As a result Asahi’s an absolute fingering god, btw; he can and will reduce to you to a puddle with little more than a few pointed movements of those ridiculously long digits, but I digress, so let’s move on.

So yeah, sex wasn’t really a thing he was having prior to you, albeit by choice, but he still had his needs and that’s where the pillow came in lol. Fairly early on he found that he preferred audios to visual porn, so after grabbing a pillow, he’d queue up a few of those, pop in his earbuds, and get to it. Even with a good amount of lube the act would become uncomfy (not to mention messy) fairly quickly, so he’d usually end up fisting his cock somewhere towards the middle of things. The added buffer gave him something a bit nicer to thrust into while he ground his way to completion. Right before he came he’d always be sure to flip over so as not to ruin the pillow completely—not that it really made much of a difference given how much he leaked even before spilling, but yeah lol.

He was so glad when he was finally able to give up this particular habit if for no other reason than he didn’t have to try to sneak his cum pillow into the wash at o’dark-thirty anymore lmao…

Experience || How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

Tho he has had a few encounters prior to settling down with you, it was nothing too extensive. As I said literally in the last letter, things never really got too far beyond the heavy petting phase.

Aside from fingering/hand jobs and the like, any and all real experience he acquired either through the few bits of visual porn he consumed, over-sharing conversations with The Boys™, or from trial and error with you. This made for some awkward situations here and there, but honestly I think it would be kind of fun helping him learn or fumbling through together if you were just as inexperienced.

As a result his skills are very you-centric (dude can, no lie, take you apart in five minutes or less lol), but it’s just as well as he doesn’t plan on giving you up anytime soon—or ever, really—if he can help it.

Favorite Position || This goes without saying.

Brief talk of breeding kinks and implied impregnation attempts, Reader’s gender be damned lol.

↠ This precious sap is an absolute sucker for missionary.

He knows that it’s v. vanilla of him, but like… it just hits on so many levels. The closeness, the intimacy, his being able to see your every expression, and then there is the whole size kink thing that he’s got going on lmao. Even if you’re of a comparable stature or larger than him it doesn’t really matter; in his eyes you’ll always look so small, sweet, and vulnerable when you’re underneath him like this. Having you desperately holding on to him—arms anchored around his neck and legs wrapped snugly around his hips as you urge him to take you impossibly deeper, with your whimpers, moans, and sighs rising up to soothe his eager ears? Yeah, that shit’s *chef’s kiss*

↠ In a similar vein he loves a good mating press.

Or really any position that allows him to take you nice and deep, but mating presses are especially favored, because again—eye contact. He absolutely lives for watching your face contort under the strain of your bliss. Dilated pupils that eclipse nearly the whole of your irises, the wrinkle of your brow, the way your pretty lips part around pants and words of praise (or if you’re fucked-out enough, the way your tongue lolls out of your mouth, liquid leaking from the corners of lips and eyes both as you succumb to the pleasure that’s wracking your frame), and the light sheen of sweat the covers the whole of your skin…

…needless to say his taking you like this puts him in a mood lol.

He’s not usually one for especially involved dirty talk (intentionally, that is; but with how much he talks during he does it a lot without thinking lol), but the minute he’s got your legs pressed up against your chest absolute filth pours out of his mouth. He’ll swear up and down that he does not have a breeding kink, but his constant promises to fill you up until your body has no choice but to submit and make you even more his says otherwise lmao. He doesn’t even care if it’s actually possible or not, won’t even remember half of what he’s saying once he comes down from his high, but fuck if it isn’t hot as hell in the moment.

↠ Rounding out the top three is literally anything that gets you on top of him.

Doesn’t matter if you’re fully taking the reins or if he’s guiding your hips with gentle, but insistent hands as he thrusts up into you, he loves it all. As you can probably tell by now, he’s v. much into the visual aspect of things. He loves watching the way your body reacts while it’s bouncing on his cock. The way it bobs and sways in time with the combined rolling of your hips is hypnotic to the point where he’s over-stimmed you both on multiple occasion because he just cannot stand to lose that view ((and also because he’s very much into over-stimulation in general, but more on that in ‘K’ 👀))

Goofy || Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous? Etc.

Eh, it honestly just depends. As he’s gotten older, Asa’s become comfortable with allowing things to happen as they may. Yes, he greatly values plans and structure if for no other reason than they help to soothe his anxiety, but he’s not so locked into things that deviation will ruin him/send him straight into a panic attack, yanno?

With you especially he’s found that he’s more than comfortable with following your moods, so if you’re looking for a lighter, more carefree romp he’s down. Likewise he’s just as willing to make the sweetest love to you as he is to blow your back out. It all just depends on what it is you’re both looking for.

Now if we’re talking his default setting, he’s more apt to want something sweet and meaningful. As I’ve already established, he sees sex as something sacred; it’s the ultimate form of human connection, and as such he treats it with all due reverence. If left to his own devices, he’ll worship at the altar of your body for as long as you’ll allow him to.

That said he still likes to tease a bit, but it’s always on the lighter side of things when he’s like this. He doesn’t deny you anything for long, but he does like to make you use your words, so expect lots of How do you want me?’s and Tell me what you need, sweetheart’s and the like. He loves seeing you get all flustered as you struggle to form a proper response, it’s just so damn cute to him. But if it ever gets to be too much all you gotta do is give him The Look and he’ll be quick to give you what you need because he’s soft af for you.

Hair || How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.

The carpet would match the drapes if he bothered to keep it around lol.

Asahi’s a v. well-groomed individual in general, one with a penchant for minimalistic styles and sleek lines. That this translates over in such a way is kinda odd, ngl, but it’s whatever. He doesn’t really grow much body hair and what little there is there is more of a nuisance than anything so he opts to get rid of it. He waxes everything below his neck—and I do mean everything. There’s not one bit of stray hair to be found on this man, do you hear me? ((yes, I’m well aware that this isn’t exactly the norm in Japan, but this is a horny set of HCs so just go with it lol))

That said, he doesn’t mind it if his partner’s not likewise inclined. At the end of the day it’s your body, and you’re free to do with it as you please. He would like it if you kept things neat and trimmed down there, but honestly this boy gets so drunk on you so quickly that he won’t really be fussed by the length of your hair once you get into things.

Intimacy || How are they during the moment, the romantic aspect…

Asahi is the ultimate romantic—do not fight me on this, you don’t want this smoke, I promise you lmao.

But seriously, look at this man whom is the embodiment of sweetness and adoration for all things you and try to tell me that he wouldn’t worship you like a devout supplicant.

Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.

Like I said back in ‘G’, he’s all for Love Making™, so it should come as no surprise that he’s v. much into the romance of it all. He’s definitely the type to hold your hands while he fucks you nice and slow and deep, a dopey lil lovesick grin pulling at his lips while his eyes stay fixed on yours. It’ll certainly leave your heart (among other things) aching.

He’s also very into setting a scene. You’ve come home on more than one occasion to find a trail of rose petals (plucked by his very own fingers from a bouquet purchased specifically for this purpose rip to your now stained carpet lmao …he used silk petals every time after that) leading you from the front door to your shared bedroom—a room that has been totally decked out with more flowers, mood lighting, and a ‘let me rearrange your guts, but in a loving and respectful way’ playlist filling the perfumed air.

Is this sappy and cliché? Hell yes.

Does that make it any less endearing? Hell no.

Asahi just has this unwitting charm about himself that keeps the whole storybook romance thing that he’s so given to from feeling disingenuous. With anyone else it would seem uninspired or like they were trying too hard, but with him you know it’s real.

When he’s bearing his heart to you in such a sincere manner, how can you do anything but accept it—accept him—with the same level of unabashed devotion?

Jack Off || The Masturbation Headcanon™

He doesn’t really have strong feelings on it one way or another. It’s pleasurable, yes, but at the end of the day it’s more akin to maintenance than anything in his eyes.

Prior to getting with you he was able to get by with a solo session once, maybe twice a week. His sex drive was on the lower end of normal, but given his proclivities it was something that was actually by design. He saw no real point in keeping himself frustrated when he knew he wouldn’t be able to really do much about it, yanno? And even when he was in his former relationships the frequency with which he masturbated didn’t really change, tbh.

Once with you he doesn’t really bother with getting himself off because why would he when he’s got a perfectly beautiful, loving, and very much willing partner right here? Ofc this doesn’t mean that he expects you to perform on command or anything. He’s always v. respectful and mindful of your desires, so if you’re not in the mood for whatever reason he’s more than willing to keep a lid on things. That said he probably still won’t take matters into his own hands (pun very much intended lol), preferring instead to save it all up for you…

…this may have led to you walking with a limp a time or several, but we don’t talk about that lmao…

Kink || One or more of their kinks.

There aren’t too many CWs to be found here, but what few there are will be before the applicable section.

Other than that, please mind the titles! If the subject matter is something that doesn’t sit well with you for whatever reason then simply skip over it.

Asahi doesn’t think of himself as being especially kinky per se, buuut…

Overall he’s naturally on the more vanilla side of things, with his dom streak being the kinkiest thing about him. Could he be convinced to move outside of his comfort zone? Sure. So long as you respect his limits and give him time to do his research he’s willing to at least try most things with/for you.

All that said, here’s a list of what I think to be his top five six kinks in no real order—enjoy~ ;)

1 || Dom/Sub Dynamics

CW/TW for the daddy kink I’m sure this man has lmao. I’ve marked those bits off with a ‼ (4 in total) so you can skip over it if you so choose.

Also shades of dumbification on Asahi’s part (yes, it gets that real lol) further in the section.

↠ Listen, Asahi Azumane is a dom-leaning switch and nothing you say can convince me otherwise.

↠ He’s pretty adaptable as far as doms go, with the exception being him being especially mean.

He just cannot bring himself to mistreat you, even if you’re begging for it, but more on that in ‘N’.

It should also be said that he’s a very reluctant brat tamer lol. Like he can do it, but honestly it’s not his favorite.

A spot of defiance here and there is fine and a bit fun, but when you’re constantly pushing against him just for the sake of it, it gets boring to him tbh, and no small bit frustrating.

We can only ever filter things through the lenses that we collect throughout our lifetime, and well, Asahi has dealt with a lot of bull when it comes to people treating him poorly.

Ofc he knows that’s not what this is about at all, but your constantly going against him runs a bit too closely to memories and past experiences that he’d really rather not be thinking about when he’s trying to be with you like this.

So yeah, I personally think that hard brats should probably miss him as things are bound to go sideways, and sooner rather than later.

↠ His default setting is that of a pleasure dom.

((…am I using this term right? Idk, and I’m too lazy to look it up lol))

What I mean by that is that, when he’s giving in to his more natural urges he’s sweet, but firm, with his only real concern being making you feel as good as possible.

He’s naturally very attentive, caring, and an absolute expert on all things you. That he uses these traits to systematically take you apart in the bedroom shouldn’t come as a surprise, honestly.

He really likes to make you use your words because watching your brain struggle to articulate a request through the sex fog/your flustered state/etc. in real time is just so damn cute to him.

He’s definitely the type to give you all the orgasms that your body can handle—and maybe one or two more beyond that because he’s got a thing for over-stimulation, but I’ve got a whole section dedicated to that so let’s move on.

‼ So about that daddy kink that I mentioned earlier lmao…

Look, I know—I know, but hear me out.

So this is a kink that he will probably never realize he has until you flip that switch.

He will not be the one to insist on or initiate this, but if you were to ever call him Daddy, even jokingly, he’d be… intrigued to say the least.

If it does initially happen in a joking manner and-or outside the bedroom he’ll be going a shade even as he tells you that “–you shouldn’t be starting something you can’t finish, little love” because he’ll be damned if he’s gonna be the only one left flustered.

Though he’s p. sure you were kidding he cannot stop thinking of the way the word rolled off of your tongue, how it sounded so good, so sweet, even with the underlying teasing lilt—and that’s saying nothing of the way those two syllables went straight to his cock, like…

Yeah, needless to say our boy has just unlocked the trophy for a hidden kink lol.

‼ Ngl, he’s not really sure what to do with any of this at first.

He’ll sit on his discovery for a little bit as he tries to come to terms with things, and he’ll definitely do some research (first and foremost to make sure there’s nothing wrong with him lol) and also to learn about the dynamics of the kink and such.

He’ll find that he’s not into things fully—like he’s not really looking to carry the dynamic outside of the bedroom in a full on Daddy/Little type deal.

In fact what he wants hasn’t actually changed. He’s always wanted to take care of you, to make sure your every need and desire is not just met, but given to you in abundance—now he just has a new label he can attach to it.

But even with it all mostly sorted out in his head he’ll be v. reluctant to bring it up to you unless he knows it’s something you’re into.

This is one of those kinks that people are very rarely neutral on, and he never wants to risk making you uncomfortable, esp. over something that’s not a must for him, so unless you broach the subject yourself he more than likely won’t either.

‼ Now if you were to call him this on accident in the bedroom, or better yet with intent, he’ll roll with it beautifully.

He’s already a god-tier dom, but you add this kink in the mix and…

Whew chile, let me tell you.

Dude’ll instantly start calling himself Daddy and he’s gonna make sure you keep doing the same. He may let the occasional slip of his name or an endearment slide if he sees that he’s fucked you dumb, but he’s pretty into the use of the title so don’t expect to get away with it too often.

In general he’ll be even more intent on you using your words because he wants Daddy’s pretty baby to tell him how they feel, what they want and need. Ofc he may not always give you the former, but you’ll always, always get the latter.

‼ This isn’t something that he always indulges in, and will rarely initiate himself. Nine times outta ten you’ll have to flip that switch if you want to get him into that mode, but when you do you’ll instantly become his baby boy/baby doll/baby girl/pretty baby—no exceptions lol.

↠ No matter the flavor of dom, he always makes sure to take good care of his sweetheart.

Before, during, and after the act he always makes sure that you’re feeling good. He absolutely pampers you to hell and back.

He just wants to spoil you rotten, really—tbh, it low-key, high-key gets him off lol.

↠ On the other side of the spectrum we have subby Asahi.

Pillow prince? Pillow prince.

What? He just really likes being coddled, okay?

But he’s not bratty or pushy about things, no he’s the absolute sweetest boy you could ask for.

He’s always asking you to take care of him, to make him feel good… Has really good manners too, saying please and thank you without prompting unless he’s gone nonverbal from the pleasure.

Speaking of which—fuck him or ride him, it’s all good because it’s all you.

However, comma, he really likes it when you ride him—especially if you do it well beyond the point of his orgasm.

But again, there’s a section about that, so let’s move on.

Anyways! He absolutely loves it when you take the reins.

Even when he’s the one being pampered he really gets off on the fact that he’s making you feel good.

The idea of you using him to get yourself off Does Things to him, ngl, so if you tie him up and take what you need… Yeah, it’s game over for him.

He’s also not opposed to the use of titles, so if there’s something you wanna be called just let him know.

↠ If you’re fucking him—be that with your cock or a strap—be prepared for him to turn into a whining, crying mess.

He begs so pretty, you’ll be hard pressed to deny him anything—especially when his eyes get all glassy and his mouth pouts up.

((I swear, even if you’re a dedicated sub like me, this man will turn you into a switch with how damn cute and needy he gets when he drops into subspace.))

He always gets so damn clingy when you’re taking him. Like dude will legit lock his arms around you, bury his face against your neck, and whine as he rolls his hips in time with your thrusts.

Watching him go feral like that is hot ofc, but if you want a bit more agency in things simply tell him to keep his hands to himself. He’s a v. good listener, never mind the fact that he wants to be good for you, so he’ll do his best to comply.

Tying him up is also an option, and one that he’s not at all opposed to, just so ya know.

His cock always gets so damn leaky and twitchy when you’re inside of him. It’s an enticing sight to be sure, but unless you want him to bust fairly quickly resist the urge to stroke him–

–well unless you want to get into that over-stimming we talked about before lol.

Also he’s really good about using his safeword/actions, so you never have to worry about pushing him further than what he’s okay with.

(But be sure to check in with him periodically regardless—that’s what a good and caring dom should always do!)

↠ No matter how things go down be sure to heap on the praise because honey’s most definitely got a praise kink a mile wide which leads me to my next point…

2 || Praise

CW for mentions of mirror sex. Yeah, uhh… our boy likes to watch you watching yourself fall apart lol…

↠ Asahi’s praise kink is off the fucking charts, and it goes both ways.

↠ He is absolutely the most affirming partner you’ll ever have. This is partly due to him being a sex babbler (see ‘V’ for more on that), and partly because he really wants you to know just how good you’re making him feel.

And rest assured, you are absolutely sending him. His head’s not empty tho, and how could it be when it’s so full up on thoughts of you?

He always thinks that you’re the prettiest person to ever ever, but he cannot help but to find you especially striking when you’re coming undone in his arms.

The sight’s so mesmerizing, in fact, that he thinks you should get to see it too.

He has definitely propped you up in his lap a time or several—your back pressed firmly against his (broad, so damn b r o a d, I wanna climb him please) chest, legs tossed over either side of his own, and head firmly fixed towards the mirror before you.

It may be a bit embarrassing at first, having yourself laid bare in such a manner, but all it takes is one look at Asahi to settle the worst of your nerves. The unabashed adoration—love, desire—that is written plain and pure across his face won’t allow for you to feel anything but beautiful in that moment.

Add to that the sweet words he’s whispering in your ear—murmurs of how breathtaking you look all spread open and wanting, and how prettily you fall apart for him, as well as declarations of love and promises to make you feel just as good as you’re making him feel, all spoken between his own sounds of pleasure—and you’ll be falling apart well before either of you expects.

Ofc this isn’t anything new, he’s always like this with you, but it just hits different when you can finally see all that longing and love syruping through both of your eyes in real time.

↠ Naturally Asahi loves to be praised just as much, but dammit if it doesn’t leave him flustered every time.

It’s so funny because words of affirmation are probably his favorite way to receive affection, but at the same time it short circuits him?

Knowing that you think so fondly of him in general turns him to goo, but the minute that shit carries over into the bedroom–

*Asahi.exe has stopped working*

At the start of things he turns SO red, like to the point where it’s actually legitimately concerning—like my guy, please don’t literally pass out on me while you’re balls deep, I don’t want to have to explain this to the EMTs lol.

As he gets more used to the praise he starts to revel in it. He never fully loses that initial burst of shyness that the words bring, but it doesn’t shake him like it used to—most times, anyway.

He still has days where your crooned praise’ll leave him burying his head against you even as he continues to rut away. This mostly happens when he’s in subspace tho.

If it’s a more standard session he’s more apt to take it in stride (rosedusted cheeks notwithstanding), and will more than likely go back and forth with you.

Lots of “Yeah, you think so, pretty?”s and “Glad I’m making you feel good—love taking care of my baby”s and the like.

He’ll also probably turn it back on you with a compliment of his own.

More often than not your bedroom banter pretty much boils down to some “No you” type mess lol.

3 || Over-Stimulation

↠ It’s funny because I’ve referred to this section several times, but there isn’t really too much more to be said on the matter.

↠ ((lol, jk, we all know I have way too much to say on the subject))

↠ Asahi’s relationship with over-stimulation started way back in his pillow humping days.

He’d get so into it—or rather so lost in the fantasy that he created in his mind’s eye—that he’d just keep grinding long after he initially came.

Floating on post-orgasmic endorphins, he barely registered that thrumming bit of discomfort that preluded the next round of bliss—in fact he soon came to enjoy it if only because he knew what it always led to.

Even when he would masturbate in a more traditional manner he’d still keep pulling at his spent cock until he wrung at least one more load out of it (tho in actuality he usually would go for three in total; dude really out there cumming that many times in a row and then acting surprised when he’s got the stamina to fuck you for literal hours, smfh…)

↠ But that’s when he’s alone.

↠ With you, over-stimming is one of those things he’s really into, but also really shy about.

Despite the fact that he doesn’t ever actually bring it up to you, you’ll probably figure it out fairly quickly as he has a tendency to do it to himself a lot, which oftentimes means that he does it to you by proxy lol.

Even after he’s made you both cum he’ll just keep rutting away, the cutest little whimpers and whines pushing themselves out of his throat all the while, his eyes fixed on the white that now coats his cock to sit heavy in a thick ring around its base.

Most times he’ll stop himself before things get too uncomfortable for you, but if he’s especially love drunk he’ll keep going at it until he’s hard again unless you stop him, so that’s a thing.

↠ He likewise loves to see you coming to the end of yourself after one too many orgasms have left you brained.

There’s something magical about watching your fucked out body try to figure out if it wants more or if the pleasure has finally and truly entered the realm of too much, your mouth parting around every plea your scatted mind can grasp on to—every one except for that which will truly set you free of this divine torture.

Your feeble hands dig into his sweat-slicked flesh in an attempt to push him away even as your body rocks towards him in a bid for more that is…

Gods, he honestly doesn’t even have words for it, honestly.

He always thinks you’re beyond beautiful in those moments, a pretty little wreck of his own making.

↠ If you’re not into it for yourself he gets that and is more than okay with it!

↠ …but uhhh… He’d greatly appreciate it if you’d oblige him lol.

He’s definitely the type to ask you to fuck him through his orgasms.

Lots of “Please baby, don’t stop—please”s and “Make me cum again”s “Hurts so good”s.

((ugggh—how can one man be so cute and so hot at the same time? For why and for how and for fucking what??))

That said he won’t ask you to keep fucking him past your own comfort, but you do have hands and a mouth and if you were to put them to work he wouldn’t be opposed.

At all.

In fact watching your hands slide along the length of his messy cock—or, gods help him, watching it disappear into the warmth of your mouth—is its own special brand of bliss.

↠ However you get him there, the sight and sound of his writhing and panting through that next orgasm is definitely worth it, so do the thing, guys…

4 || Cockwarming

↠ It’s the intimacy for him.

↠ Just having his baby close, bodies pressed flush as you simply enjoy the connection? *chef’s kiss*

↠ This is something that he’s willing to indulge in any time.

Want your cuddles to get a bit more involved while you’re watching a movie, but not so much so that you lose the plot? Back that ass up and let ya boy roll through.

Could be that work and-or school was hellish and draining for you, and all you want to do is feel your man as deeply as possible, but lack the stamina to do too much. It’s all good, climb on and let him hold you for a bit while you vent.

His work is just as demanding, especially at the top of a new season, often eating away at his free time. When the late nights start to pile up, leaving your bodies to cry out for reprieve with a desperation that demands something, anything—just a little, just enough to take the edge off—he’s got you.

Or maybe you’re the one taking care of him. Letting him latch on to whatever bit of you he needs, however he needs to until his breaths turn heavy with contentment.

↠ If you’re not looking for anything more than a cuddle he’s cool with that.

In fact that’s almost always what his own intentions are when he initiates the act himself.

Once he settles into things, he’s v. good about voicing his wants, so if he says he wants you to warm his cock, that’s really all that he’s looking for.

The pair of you have fallen asleep like this dozens of times, ngl. It’s just so damn cozy and comfy and warm and safe—how could you not?

↠ But of course if you are trying to get something started, well…

…he definitely isn’t opposed.

He’s not good at denying you (his teasing streak aside), and that’s saying nothing of the fact that you feel incredible wrapped around his dick. Your body’s always so soft and warm and pliant under his touch—all for him, all his, to do to and with what he pleases…

Soft and sweet tho the act may start out, it’s definitely one of those things that can get him in a Mood fairly easily, so if you’re not looking to get ravished you’re gonna want to make that clear up front lol.

5 || Mutual Masturbation

↠ Part of him wonders if this makes him a voyeur, tbh.

↠ Like he’s literally sitting here, cock in hand, as he watches you get off—that’s p. much the definition, right? Or at least close enough to it for his mind to draw a parallel.

But it’s not as if he’s some weirdo creeper-peeper watching you through your window without your knowledge.

And obviously you’re okay with it, more than okay, clearly. He’s sure that you wouldn’t be sat directly across from him otherwise—fingers repeatedly filling your greedy hole, heavily lidded eyes locked on to his, and his name on your lips.

At the end of the day your comfort is the only thing he really has to concern himself with, so if you’re good, he’s great.

↠ Once he gets past his initial awkwardness/out of his own head about it, he finds that he’s hard pressed to look away from you—not that he was really able to do so before.

Even when he turned his eyes away he’d always find them wandering back to the hypnotic display before him.

There’s something magical and almost forbidden about watching you play with yourself, as if he’s collecting knowledge that isn’t his to horde.

It’s a silly notion, he knows, but that’s just the way his brain is sometimes. And it’s not as if it’s ever been enough to keep him from using what he’s learned to pull you apart himself once it’s his turn…

His attentions are laser-focused all the while, roving over the whole of you as he catalogs all of your actions and reactions—from the moves that leaves you bucking desperately into your own hand, to the way your body works its way through its release (so similar to how you fall apart under his care, and yet somehow different), to the softness that slows your movements and tints your words you as you slowly come back to yourself.

For this reason alone it’s a really intense, really intimate activity.

↠ He’s so singular in his concentration that he actually doesn’t even remember that he’s jerking himself off as well lol.

He usually ends up mimicking your speed as his subconscious mind is wishing that he was the one making you feel that good. But knowing that he’s been relegated to a simple observer he can only go through the motions for now.

Tho he looks damn good while he does, lbr.

Skin flushed, bottom lip swollen and ruddy from where he keeps pulling it in between his teeth, and muscles taut and rippling as he exercises every last bit of restraint that his massive frame possesses to keep from pulling you under him so he can love on you right…

↠ Yeah, more often than not he finds himself regretting initiating the act, but also not really because this is the sweetest torture he could ever ask for.

6 || Thigh Riding/Dry Humping

↠ I usually like to cap these at five as that’s a nice round number, but I haven’t been able to shake this idea since my hoe ass brain first decided to plague me with it.

↠ This man undoubtedly has god-tier thighs that’re practically made for grinding against, but that’s not even the bit that’s got me so fucked up.

↠ Once he sees how much you love rutting yourself against his thighs it sparks his interest.

Does it really feel that good? I mean obviously it does, given how much you leak all over his leg well before you cum, but… He just doesn’t get it?

But he’d like to.

Despite his best efforts he’s pretty damn obvious about it.

He’ll just keep staring at your thighs with a weird amount of intensity, the light blush that coats his face deepening until he’s flushed from his scalp all the way down to his chest.

So, so cute and so, so obvious—like painfully so lol.

↠ Whether you decide to take pity on him and offer up a ride or make him use his words he’s gonna be reluctant.

Part of it is his size. Even if you’re of similar stature he’s always so careful with how he interacts with you as he’d never be able to forgive himself if he ever hurt you.

Ofc the bulk of this worry is fueled by the last lingering remnants of those voices that hounded him way back when, but it’s nothing that a few well-placed words of reassurance from you can’t fix.

Once he’s gotten over that bit the next hurdle is just general embarrassment.

Coming at things from the other side gives him a whole new appreciation for both you and your relationship.

He has no idea if you also perceive it this way, but for him it’s a very intimate and vulnerable act. He doesn’t know why, but it leaves him feeling exposed, and he’s not entirely sure how he feels about it.

Encouragement is key at this juncture, as well as reminding him about the initial curiosity that led him to this point.

Don’t think that this is you pushing at his boundaries, btw, as that’s not your intent and certainly not the way he takes it. You’re simply helping him to weigh pros against cons; ultimately the decision is his to make and you both know and respect that.

All that said, he loves you and trusts you to take care of him; between that and his curiosity he’ll definitely come around.

↠ So now you’ve finally got him perched on your knee (and I do mean perched as he’s still hesitant to rest the full of his weight on you), what comes next?

↠ The ride of a goddamn lifetime, that’s what.

At first he’s still a bit nervous. He’ll pinch his eyes shut as he sets up a slow glide. You’ll probably have to help him find a rhythm because he’s still too in his head at this point.

You’ll feel him slowly start to relax once your hands find purchase on his hips—an unsurprising development given how soothing he always finds your touch to be.

As he yields, slowly pull him more firmly against you and watch how his demeanor changes.

All those barely there touches were primers, only really serving to make him more sensitive, so by the time he’s grinding against you properly it feels good. Better than that, really–

It’s amazing, and suddenly he gets it.

Once he gets going he gets so into it—like to the point where he’s anchoring his hands to whatever it is you’re sitting on for leverage lol.

You can feel the whole of his impressive length (leaky and hot and hard) sliding along every inch of your thigh, from the bone of your hip all the way down to the ball of your knee and back again, in a desperate pitch.

A litany of needy sounds is falling from his mouth without restraint, and you know that any embarrassment that he felt has long since been forgotten.

↠ If your seat allows for it, he’ll probably end up flattening you against it, with the whole of his massive frame writhing against you in a sinuous wave.

He’s moving as if he’s legitimately fucking you and it’s so damn hot, but that’s not the best part.

No, the best part is the fact that you’re getting an impromptu thigh job.

Those long limbs of his gotta go somewhere, yeah? And as it just so happens the leg that’s nestled between yours is pressed right up against your core.

You can feel the thick muscle there bunching and releasing in time with his desperate ruts, and while the pressure isn’t as steady as what you’d like, that can be easily remedied.

The pair of you end up grinding against each other like two horny teenagers—a thing that you’d probably laugh over if you weren’t so gone yourself.

↠ Given the mess that follows soon after a shower will be required. Don’t be surprised if when Asahi’s ready for round one.

↠ ‘Round one’ because, while what you’d just done felt divine–

↠ “–it doesn’t count, honey—not until I’m buried deep, deep inside my pretty baby…”

Location || Favorite places to do the do.

CW for talk of semi-public sex acts. 👀👀👀

Anywhere within the comfort of your shared home is gonna be at the top of the list (and I do mean anywhere, this boy is not picky at all lol), but a close second is a backroom/storage closet/literally anywhere that’ll offer you enough privacy/space to get down and dirty at an event.

I said it once, and I’ll say it again—it’s always the quiet ones that be the biggest goddamn freaks.

He’s not an exhibitionist by any means, in fact the thought of someone actually catching you two in the act is rattling enough that if he thinks on it too long he’ll legit go soft, but like… Idk, I guess it’s more the urgency and desperation in the act, that driving want that won’t allow for you to wait until you get back home that all but demands to be sated right then and there, that actually does it for him.

We all know that Asahi looks damn good in a suit—and how could he not, between his build and his fashion sense?—but he thinks you look just as stunning in eveningwear. Because of this the two of you are usually late past the point of being fashionable (or excusable for that matter) whenever an event requires you to get all dolled up. As you can imagine this is especially awkward when it’s his own damn fashion shows that you’re late to lmfao. Even when you’re wearing something as casual as a pair of sweats and a tank he finds you beyond beautiful, so when you’re all dressed up, esp. if you’re wearing something he designed?? Yeah, mans finds it physically physically impossible to keep his hands off of you.

Even tho he’ll take you thoroughly before you leave the house (or hotel room, as is more often the case), he’s gonna want you again and again and a-fucking-gain. What? It’s not like you look any less good than you did back home. In fact he’d argue that you look even better now with your hair and clothes just a touch mussed. There’s a slight frizz in your locks that you couldn’t quite tame before leaving, a subtle wrinkle to the material of your ensemble from where it crumpled under his fists not even an hour ago, and he’s trying so hard to be good, he swears it, but eventually all that restraint he’s been practicing is gonna crumble under the weight of his desire for you.

You know he’s finally cracked when he politely extracts the pair of you from whatever conversation you’re currently stuck in with an excuse so transparent that he may as well have told the whole of the venue that he’s about to take you in the back and fuck your soul clean out of your body lmao. Doesn’t help matters that he’ll be damn near dragging you out of the room with this really pinched expression, body slightly hunched over in a (failed) attempt to hide his rapidly growing bulge. He’ll lead you down halls that you’re pretty sure you’re not supposed to be traversing, all the while muttering about how torturous the night has been for him. He’ll try door after door until he finds a space that’ll suit your needs, tho if he’s desperate enough he’s willing to settle for an off-path nook and hands pressed firmly over mouths…

It’s always a bit embarrassing when you both stumble back into the main room on shaky legs looking far less put together than last anyone saw you, but it’s never been a big enough deterrent to keep him from pulling this particular stunt time and again…

Motivation || What turns them on, gets them going?

Thoughtfulness.

Asahi’s favorite way to receive love is through acts of service. No matter how long you’ve been together it never ceases to amaze him that you not only love him, you care for him. Though the two should go hand-in-hand, life has taught him that that isn’t always the case, unfortunately. There are people in his life that he likes to believe love him on some level, if only because they’re close family members, but the blatant disregard that they’ve shown for his happiness/mental wellbeing over the years… Well, needless to say that he’s since removed these people from his life, choosing to love them from afar instead of keeping them close where they can continue to do him harm.

But this is all getting a bit too heavy, so let us move on.

Anyways, going from such a selfish form of love to having something so pure and boundless and giving with you… Gods. He honestly never thought that he’d be so blessed. As he’s gotten older he’s gotten better at voicing his needs with the expectation of having them heard and respected, but even tho he knows that there’s nothing wrong with doing so it can still leave him feel burdensome from time to time. He knows that’s just his brain being wack, but sometimes it can’t be helped, yanno? When you do things for him unprompted, anticipating his needs in a way that almost feel psychic at times, it really does go a long way with silencing the vicious voices that try to take up residence in his head. Having someone not only know him well enough to have that level of foresight, but also care for him enough to take those extra steps for him?

He’s not crying, you’re crying, hush…

Whenever you do something for him to make his day a little easier/brighter, to make his load lighter, or ‘just because’ it goes right to his heart—and his dick lol. It shouldn’t be too much of a shocker, not when you think of the way he’s wired. He’s a highly emotional being, and when it comes to you it doesn’t take much for all the love he feels for you to slip over from wholesome to hoesome.

In cases like these he usually doesn’t act on it as he almost finds it… not exactly distasteful on his part, but it… idk, kinda feels like it lessens things if he repays your kindness with seeming random horniness. He doesn’t want to you to ever think that he only wants you in that way, never wants you to feel cheap or anything of the like so he makes a vested effort to keep a lid on things. Still, knowing him as well as you do you’ll probably make the connection fairly quickly. If you bring it up to him expect a rapidly spoken, hella stammer-y apology followed by a more in depth explanation once he calms down some. After hearing him out be sure to let him know that there’s nothing to be ashamed of; love and intimacy expresses itself in many forms, and if this is the kind that gets him going, that’s perfectly fine.

This is a rather powerful bit of knowledge, so once you do know try not to abuse it. Ofc that isn’t to say to stop doing stuff for him, but like just don’t make it weird for the guy lol. Express your interest if you’re that way inclined and gauge his willingness in turn (because his being a lil turned on doesn’t mean he’s actually looking to do anything about it, yanno?) and go from there.

All that aside, he’s v. touch sensitive. It’s the feather light touches (esp. if they’re to the back of his neck or over his bear arms) that really get to him. Ofc if you play with his hair he’ll turn to goo in like .5 seconds, tho to be honest this has just a good of a chance of putting him to sleep as it does of turning him on lol. But! If your lips brush against his ear while you’re talking—bonus points for playing on his voice kink and whispering something spicy in your bedroom voice—the warmth of your breath dancing over his skin to give him goosebumps, and forcing him to repress the pleasurable shudder that wants so badly to wrack his frame…

Hells yeah, leggo lmao.

No || Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs?

He’s absolutely never gonna degrade you.

Given all that he’s been forced to endure, Asahi places more emphasis on words than the average person. This isn’t to say that those spoken by others affect him as severely as they once did, but rather that he’s v. purposeful on how he wields his own—especially when it comes to you.

Harsh words, even when spoken for a specific purpose and with your consent, are never gonna be something he’s comfortable with directing at you for any reason and at any time, but especially during such an intimate and vulnerable act as sex. He likes to tease, yes, and may even get a little patronizing—“Aww, look at those tears. Can’t you take this cock without crying, pretty baby?”/“Sweet thing’s gone all dumb on my dick.”/etc.—but he’s never gonna be outright mean.

He physically cannot force his lips to part around such cruel words when it comes to you, as in his mind that’s the absolute antithesis of love.

Oral || Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

CW for face fucking, (Reader both giving and receiving), as well as deep throating (Reader giving, tho let it be said now that Asahi will gladly choke on your cock/strap). ((also op kinda losing her shit overall lmfao))

As much as he enjoys a good blowie, he definitely loves having his face buried between your legs more.

Asa’s all about your pleasure—a thing that’s for your sake as much as it is his—so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he v. much loves to give you that work. And there’s nothing about the process that he doesn’t enjoy.

The cute little sounds you make (that come in a variety of mouthwatering flavors) are especially enticing. The breath hitches and sighs, the way your moans stick in your throat when he hits that one special spot—and don’t even get him started on how pretty you beg for him. Those needy little whines you make when he slows down to a torturously slow pace, his tongue just barely dragging over your heated flesh… You always say his name so sweetly when you’re pushed to the edge of yourself in such a way; doesn’t matter if you’re whimpering it or gritting it out from between clenched teeth—it’s all music to his ears.

And then there’s the needy way you grasp at his hair. Your fingers always end up tangling themselves deeply in his thick locks in an attempt to ground yourself against your mounting pleasure. Sometimes you pull him in closer, humping his face with abandon as you chase down your end, and other times you try to drag him away, your body unable to handle another limb-numbing and mind-melting orgasm.

He’s also really into pushing your legs up to your chest and pinning them there so that he can have his way with you without interference. Watching your feet kick uselessly in his peripheral will never cease to amuse him. Yeah, despite what you may think, dude’s a big gd tease and proud of it. He’s got the bulk, reach, and strength needed to keep you pinned down and he’s certainly not above using any of it against you. He’s also v. much into praising you if for no other reason than to feel the way your body responds to it. There’s nothing quite like having your walls damn near snapping his fingers in two when he tells you how damn sexy it is watching your greedy little hole suck down the prodding digits.

But none of this is to say that he has to be in control all the time. He’s very pro you fucking his face. Please use his mouth/tongue/fingers as you see fit—he lives for that shit. The idea of you using his body to get yourself off is *chef’s kiss* 10/10, would be your personal fucktoy again. And don’t you worry about choking and-or smothering him—he’s a big boy that’s more than capable of taking whatever it is you throw at him. He’s 100% the type to pull your hips flush with his face if he thinks you’re being too shy about things lol. ((he definitely mutters a cute lil “It’s okay baby, take what you need” against you as he does it too—and gdi I am foaming at the mouth))

However it plays out, do not be surprised if he busts while he’s going down on you. Oral really could’ve gone under his list of kinks, but since there was a whole letter for it I decided to cover it here. But trust and believe me when I say he absolutely LOVES this shit, okay? He will legit spend hours with his head between your legs if you let him, and be more than content with grinding his cock against the mattress without ever once putting it in you.

Annnnd because I’m a total slut for this man, let’s talk about the inverse.

Sucking Asahi off can be intimidating, ngl. He’s the CEO of Big Dicks. His cock is long and thick with a nice upwards curve that’s heavenly when he’s fucking you, but can potentially cause an issue when you’re trying to choke him down. He’s well aware of all of this, so he’s more than willing to settle for you taking in as much as you’re comfortable with and using your hands on the rest. But even when you’re doing the bare minimum believe me when I say you’ll still be gagging on him.

Like I said, he’s not the type to force deep throating, but given all the pretty sounds he makes and how sweet he is in general I can guarantee you that you’ll want to at least make the attempt ((#doitforHIM)). It’ll take you a bit to train your throat, but once you do god is it worth it. The first time he feels your throat open up around him he damn near cums on the spot, he definitely sobs a bit—a hard, broken sound that shots straight to your core. Given his size he’s never had a partner that was able (or willing) to take him down to the base like that, so when he finally experiences it it’s safe to say that he ascends lmao. The whole time you’re sucking him off his thoughts are alternating between keeping himself from cumming too soon and keeping himself from proposing lmfao. Boy is shook, sprung, and barely hanging on to his sanity.

And once you get to the point where he can fuck your face? Game fucking over.

He can’t decide if he wants to force his cock down your throat or pull your head in so he usually ends up doing both lol. He lives for the sound of your choking gags in the same way you revel in the guttural sounds that are steadily clawing their way up from his belly and out of his mouth. The closer he gets to his climax, the more vocal he gets. Praise will flow from him in a rapid string, with him telling you how well you take him, how good you’re making him feel, and how you’re such a good little love for letting him use you like this. He definitely begs you to tell him that you want him to cum down your throat despite the fact that you’re in no real position to give him a reply—verbally, anyway. Just look up at him with your dewy, half lidded eyes and he’ll know.

But eventually everything but your name will fade away from his mind. He’ll chant it like a prayer as he continues to chase his release, his movements growing more and more frantic with each thrust, until his entire existence stalls. Have fun trying not to choke as he floods your throat with his thick load lol; it’s gonna spill past your puffed out cheeks to drip down your chin and onto your chest and thighs. If you wanna earn some bonus points don’t waste even a single drop. Put on a show for him as you gather it all up on your fingertips only to clean it off with your clever tongue and he’ll be all to ready to return the favor despite the fact that he cannot currently feel his legs lmao…

((not me going on for nearly an extra 600 words because I want this 2D anime man to use my mouth/throat like a Fleshlight lmfao…))

Pace || Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.

I kinda touched on this in ‘G’ and ‘I’, but let’s get into things a bit more, shall we?

If left to his own devices Asahi’s more apt to take things slow. He wants to savor this, to drown you both in the waves of your shared passion and love. And he’s so damn sweet about it too; he’s all about that ‘forehead touches, holding hands, staring deeply into each other’s eyes’ kinda life. He also really likes to keeping you as close as possible so fully expect for him to either damn near flatten you or pull your body up against him. Likewise he loves it when you cling to him—it makes him feel both wanted and needed which in turn leaves his heart full to bursting with affection and yeah… He’ll keep up this languid pace for nearly the whole of the session if you let him, with things only picking up once the end is near.

Also—eye contact.

I know I already said as much, but it really does bear repeating because he’s so damn deft on it. He doesn’t mind it if your eyes flutter closed from time to time, but if they try to stay that way he’s definitely gonna urge you to open them again—“Come on pretty baby, let me see to gorgeous eyes, yeah? Let me see you…”—and when he’s being so damn sincere about it how can you do anything but comply? This man will always leave you feeling SEEN. It’s all very intimate, not to mention intense, so don’t be surprised if one or both of you shed a tear or two from time to time.

But back to pacing.

He’s definitely not opposed taking you hard and fast, but the only time he’ll default to this is when he’s in a Mood™. But ofc if that’s your personal preference he’s more than willing to indulge you more often.

It should be said that however things go, Asahi rarely ever straight out fucks you. Even when you’re having hip-slapping, back clawing sex this man somehow still manages to transform it into love making and it’s just… magic.

He’s magic. ((now if he could only be real *sob-sob*))

Quickie || Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.

CW for Asahi sending you a ~naughty video~ *wink-wonk* lol.

It’s honestly a tossup.

On one hand he loves to take his time and thoroughly love on you, but there’s just something about the desperation behind a quickie that makes his brain vibrate. Your wanting each other so much that you just can’t wait, that you have to have each other right then and there, commitments be damned? Big bet, he’s here for that ish.

Regardless of who initiated it, if you do have a quickie be ready to be wrecked when you both get home—I’m talking throat screamed raw, guts completely rearranged-levels of destroyed. He’s been thinking about your little romp all day, the phantom of your pants against his ear sending shivers down his spine even as his cock twitches to life at the memory of the way your tight little hole had greedily sucked him in only to hold him in its velvet-lined vice. He had to excuse himself to the bathroom on several occasions when he fell a little too deeply into his head and popped a boner, the poor baby lmao.

Definitely rubbed one out during his lunch break and he maaay have sent you a video of the aftermath—his cock, spent and still dripping, resting against one gorgeous, quivering thigh, the other supporting his messy hand. His voice is trembling in that way that says he’s absolutely drained and yet he still has just enough energy to croak out a cute little “Missing you so, so much sweetie. Can’t wait until I see you tonight…” before flipping the camera around and blowing you a kiss and ugggh!! End. Me. Now. He’s so damn cute and sexy and it makes me mad >:(((

After a stunt like that it goes unsaid that you’re just as feral as he is when you see him lmfao. Hell if you wanna flip the switch on him and fuck his brains out he is not at all opposed, btw—he just wants to be with you, the how of it is just details, honestly.

RIsk || Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.

If you’re at a point where your sleeping together he definitely trusts you enough to experiment.

That said, even tho there are things that he wants to try he’s a bit hesitant to bring them up. He knows that you won’t judge him no matter what, but try telling his anxiety that :/ Tbh it’s probably gonna be up to you to start this particular line of dialogue. It’s best to come at things with an open and casual approach, making it known that kinks—even those that he’s shy about voicing/thinks are ‘too weird’—are nothing to be embarrassed over.

But despite his reservations about sharing his own, he’s very open, receptive, and willing to try almost anything so please feel free to tell him about yours; it’ll definitely help to loosen his tongue once the conversation gets to flowing.

As far as risk—he’s like a 4/10, his penchant for fucking at events notwithstanding lol. Aside from that, the riskiest thing that he’ll get up to on his own is sending nudes/vids, and even then he has to be in a Mood™ for that. As I said before, the thought of getting caught is like the least sexy thing in the world to him, so anything pertaining to that does nothing for him. Or, well, nothing good, anyway. Outside of that sort of risk, he is game to try something if you’re really adamant about it. At the end of the day he just wants to make his baby happy, and if what you’re asking for won’t leave either of you at a deficit he’s willing to at least try it once. Expect him to do his research tho lol; he’s sorry if that takes some of the intrigue out of it for you, but uncharted waters (not to mention his anxiety) demand preparation.

Stamina || How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…

Between having kept up with his old training regimen (because it’s as familiar as it is effective) and his penchant for over-stimming himself, it’s safe to say that he’s got p. good stamina in general. Said stamina definitely carries over into the bedroom—lucky you lol.

Sessions with Asahi aren’t particularly rough (usually), but they’re very involved. He never fails to put his all into making love to you, and that intensity manifests itself physically as well as emotionally. By the end of things you’re both drained, but like in a really, really good way.

His refractory period is on the longer side, but it’s just as well given how long a session tends to last with him. He’d rather draw things out in one extended round that starts with you cumming on his tongue and ends with your fucked-out body twitching around his cock a long while later.

Toy || Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?

Any toys he owns is at your behest.

It’s not that he has anything against them, it’s just… Well, he’s always been hella shy—not to mention kinda awkward—about such things, so the thought of ordering toys (or gods fucking forbid going into a sex shop to buy some) was a big ol’ N O P E for him lol. Once you come along he’s more open to the idea of exploring in this arena; he’s game to try p. much anything so long as it won’t hurt either of you too much. He’s okay with having a little pain to go along with the pleasure, but once it goes past a certain point it stops being fun for him and turns deeply concerning (blame his anxiety, he certainly does).

But yeah, if you want to introduce some toys into your sessions he’s definitely game! Since he has literally no experience, inducting him is gonna be a fun time for you both. Just strip him down, lay him back—maybe even bind his arms and legs if you’re feeling particularly saucy—break out the lube and get to work.

((…no thoughts outside of a tied down, whiny Asahi, tears streaming down his cheeks as he struggles against his bindings.

Neither of you know if he’s trying to get away from the vibe that you’re running along the underside of his weeping cock or if he’s pushing in for more, but unless he uses his safeword you won’t be stopping anytime soon. He knows this of course, is counting on it, really. It feels good—so good, almost too good, honestly, and he cannot stop himself from babbling on about how it’s “–t-too much, baby, I can’t cum again, yu-you gotta stop!” despite that being the absolute last thing he wants.

Meanwhile you’re getting addicted to the sight of him like this. Everything—from his sweat curled locks to flush that stains his skin to the way he writhes and whines and whimpers for you—is just so damn delicious you cannot help but to want more and more and more even as you drink it all in. You’re a lush for him, always, but there’s something particularly intoxicating about having him completely at your mercy like this that makes you ravenous. And your greed, bottomless thing that it is, will certainly have its due…))

Unfair || How much they like to tease.

I’m gonna say something that’s controversial and yet so brave (and also true):

Asahi Azumane is a huge fucking tease. No, I do not take criticism, critiques, or question.

I’ve touched on/alluded to this several times at this point, but let’s get more into it, shall we?

Initially his teasing isn’t intentional. He’s so damn shy about intimacy at the start of things that he ends up breaking off interactions right when they’re getting especially good. It’s hard to feel anything other than a warm sort of affection (albeit tinged with just a hint of longing-fueled frustration) when you take in his glowing cheeks as he stutters out something about not wanting to take things too fast. Once he gets past all that it’s a lack of experience that sees him pulling up short, and once that’s gained he has come to find that he quite likes the way you whine and writhe and pout when you get all needy for him.

He doesn’t have the heart to deny you for too long, luckily, but then again his definition of ‘too long’ may not match yours lol. As far as he’s concerned time is an illusion when you’re together like this, a construct of a society that could very well crumble and burn all around you and he’d be none the wiser. Because of this he can drag things out as long as you’re willing to allow him to, tho the moment you make it known that it’s too much he’ll be quick to give in.

Still, given the fact that he’s more often than not the flustered one, he really loves turning things on you. He definitely likes to make you tell him what you want, and if he’s feeling especially saucy he’ll make you get very specific. When he gets in a mood like this just asking him to touch you won’t fly; you better tell him exactly where and how or else he’ll ghost his fingers over your outline, his nose prodding as your neck in between kisses to the delicate column as he urges you to “Tell me then, pretty baby—tell me what you want, what you need, and you know I’ll give it to you. Just say the words and I’ll make you feel so, so good…”

Volume || How loud they are, what sounds they make?

He’s about average when it comes to volume, but only once he gets comfortable enough to let his voice out.

Having lived in a house with too thin walls he learned fairly early on to keep a lid on things, and living in a dorm shortly thereafter reinforced this behavior. Still, he’s incapable of being completely quiet, he’s just not built that way, so he’d often have to muffle himself with his free hand. Once he started getting a bit more physical with his exs he loosened up a bit, but it isn’t until he’s with you that he finally starts to feel comfortable enough to really let go.

And oh, but he’s a vocal little thing.

Literally any sound that a man can make while in the throes of passion has escaped Asahi at least once lol. Depending on what side of the spectrum he’s falling on at a given moment he can go from whimpering and whining so, so sweetly to these deep, guttural moans that you’ll feel echoing through the whole of you to settle in your core.

On top of all of that he’s a sex babbler. He was super self-conscious about that at the start of things, mostly because once he comes back to himself he has absolutely no idea what it is he’s said (tho he’s positive that it must’ve been embarrassing as hell), but once you make it know that you not only don’t mind the deluge, but find it extremely hot, well…

Once he gets going, there’s really no stopping him. Praise, praise, praise—so much damn praise, and declarations of love, and every other thing that his sex addled brain can think to spew at you. Loves to tell you how good you’re making him feel, and will damn near die on the spot if you return the favor. The closer he gets to the end, however, the more his vocabulary shrinks. His sentences become less articulate, his lexicon more limited, until he’s reduced to little more than your name and sounds of pleasure and honestly hearing him fall apart in such a way is one of the sexiest things you’ll ever have the pleasure of witnessing.

But don’t get it twisted—if you think he’s gonna be the only one babbling away you are so very, very wrong.

Dude’s gonna make sure you’re just as if not more vocal than he is. If he gets in a Mood he’s definitely the type to make you say “I’m your good girl/boy/baby” while he’s hammering his cock into you—preferably while he’s got you in a mating press or really any position that allows him to see the way you manage to fluster at the words while also damn near drooling over the way he’s fucking you. He’s also one of those people that’ll ask you a question while he’s balls deep and fully expect a legit answer. How articulate he’ll want said answer to be will solely depend on how ‘mean’ he’s feeling at the time, so if you’ve been getting at him a little too much for his liking lately expect him to get downright petty lol.

Wild Card || Get a random headcanon (and ficlet) of my choice.

CW for unprotected and semi-public sex as well as what probably amounts to an overuse of pet names (i.e. pretty baby, sweetie, honey, etc.). Also low-key exhibitionism, but not really since neither of you actually want to get caught, but it is a distinct possibility and that’s kinda hot lol. Also, also—a mildly dom-ish Asahi because that’s just how I do things lol.

Also, also, also—cum play? Maybe??? Asahi ends up finishing in his pocket square; obviously he can return it to its original spot, and neither of you want to risk someone finding the v. identifiable cloth so the only real safe place to store it is in your underwear—or so his thinking goes lmao…

Thinking about Mister Azumane absolutely wrecking me in some back hall at an event now haunts my every waking hour, so here—have whatever the fuck this is lol. Dk how good/coherent it is as I’m sleepy af and still have to format this beast of a post so… Yeah *shrugs*

I’ll probably end up editing it at some point, but for now (hopefully) enjoy…

↠ Just imagine getting all dolled up to go to one of Asahi’s shows.

He doesn’t know you’re coming, as prior scheduling conflicts had initially meant that you wouldn’t be able to attend, but through a combination of overtime and favors cashed in you were just able to make it.

Everything—from your chosen ensemble, to the way you style your hair, to the fragrance you dab against your pulse point—is meant to entice.

Eyes will certainly be on you, but there’s only one pair that you’re concerned with.

↠ When he sees you all of the effort you put in instantly becomes worth it.

Asahi’s eyes damn near bug out of his skull when he spies you across the way. The casual mien that you’ve adopted only adds to your charm, lending you an almost untouchable air.

He excuses himself from the model whose skirt he’d been hemming, passing off the work to a seamstress in favor of rushing over to gather you in his arms.

He can’t keep his hands to himself any more than he can stop the words of praise that are falling from his lips. Still he manages to keep his touch PG, if only just.

↠ He seems to be especially taken with the cut of your outfit.

You would almost call it vanity, given that it is one of his designs, but the look in his eye is far too intense for that.

There’s something darker there—something primal, hungry.

It’s almost as if he wants to eat you alive and dammit if you won’t let him.

Work has kept you apart for the better part of a month now and you’re just as starved for his affection as he is for yours.

↠ The kiss he lays on you is a needy thing that lasts just a touch too long to be appropriate, but if anyone’s bothered by it they’re kind enough to keep it to themselves.

He sends you on your way then as he still has work to do before things get underway–

“But I promise you the moment I’m free…”

He leaves the sentence hanging, not that it needs a conclusion when it’s punctuated with another hot, drawn out kiss.

↠ There’s a near palpable tension between the pair of you for the entire night, one loaded with promises that Asahi’s yet to make good on—well until he does…

“Wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight, pretty baby—wasn’t expecting to see you until Monday night, really. Such a sweet surprise deserves an even sweeter reward, don’t you think?”

Even as he poses the question, Asahi delivers. Fingers that feel like firebrands slide between your layers with an expert’s precision to glide over your sodden flesh. Gathering up a portion of your liquid arousal, he brushes teasingly over your most sensitive spot before finally touching you properly, and it’s good—so, so good—but now’s hardly the time to bask.

“H-have to be quick,” you remind him. “Someone could se-ahh~”

Your moan scales up into something high and breathy at the feeling of one of his long, thick fingers pressing into you. Asahi mumbles something about you being tight at nearly the same moment, the words praise and a curse both. Having gone so long without, even this much feels like an intrusion, albeit one you desperately crave. Though your mind knows that you not only can, but have taken more with less prep, your body’s having a hard time remembering that. Still the slight burn is exquisite and you find yourself grinding against his hand.

“Don’t worry, sweetie—I’m gonna get you off, honey, and I’m gonna do it quick…”

Suddenly the body at your back is siding down-down-down and taking your underwear with it. Your personal axis is thrown off twice in quick succession soon after, with the first time being when Asahi spins you so that you’re facing him, the speed and force of the action leaving you mildly disoriented, and before you can even begin to get your bearings you’re being hefted off of the ground by a pair of strong arms. You squawk at this, hands scrambling for purchase and balance both against the head that is now between your legs. From this close you can feel Asahi’s replying laughter ghosting over your core and the feeling leaves you twitching in his grasp, which in turn sees him cursing lowly.

“Fuck, baby—I wish you could see how pretty you are down here. Can’t believe I’ve gone so long without it…”

He wastes no time getting to work after that. With the way he’s positioned he should be considered the captive, but you’re not under any illusions as to who has who trapped. When he gets like this—all determined and fierce and feral—you’re absolutely powerless against him. With his hot, wet mouth working you over with such a clear dedication to your undoing there’s nothing to be done but to sit back and receive his care.

“Close, Asa—‘m so close…”

“Already?” he starts, lips pulling away from you with a lewd sounding smack. “Is it that good, honey?”

You nod your head hard and fast. “Yes~ Please don’t stop. Want your mouth, wanna come for you…”

“____, gods… Okay, okay—I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart, promise. Just hold on, ‘kay?”

His words turn out to be a warning rather than a bid for patience, you soon find, as the hand that had been helping to keep you anchored leaves your thigh; the rhythmic bob of its connecting shoulder that starts up afterwards tells you that he’s chasing his own pleasure even as he drives you headlong into your own. A little flicker of undue jealousy flares in your gut at that. It should be your hand—or your mouth, or better still, your tight little hole—that’s making him feel good–

But can you really begrudge him anything when he’s pulling you apart like this?

His technique isn’t lessened for the speed, if anything the urgency only serves to add an extra layer of excitement to it all. That said, neither of you have any desire to actually be caught so you do your part to bring you to your ends. Your hips rut against his mouth as much as your positioning will allow for, barely subdued whimpers and moans pouring from your lips all the while. Meanwhile Asahi’s just as vocal, with even the least sound he makes hitting you like body blow. The pair of you are caught in a feedback loop of pure pleasure, one that can only be broken by that all-consuming, ultimate culmination.

Unsurprisingly it’s you that falls first.

You grit out something that’s supposed to be his name, though you can’t quite manage to get all of the syllables out, but apparently what little you do manage is enough to drag your man over the edge after you. He cums with a choked growl that peters out into a contented sigh as you both lean as heavily against one another as you dare. Though the hall that you’ve claimed for your little romp is out of the way, it’s still in a public space; time is against you, and the longer you dawdle, the greater the chance of discovery. This is why Asahi is quick to set you both to rights—well, as soon as you’re able to (mostly) stand under your own power anyway.

Thankfully you don’t look too worse for wear, all things considered. Sure your hair’s not as pristine as it had been, and there may be a glow to your eyes that wasn’t there before, and–

Oh who are you kidding? Everyone’s gonna know exactly what the pair of you have been up to.

An embarrassing prospect, but one you’ve long since made peace with. At least this time both of your outfits made it through the ordeal unscathed, the odd wrinkle notwithstanding.

Once enough blood returns to your brain to once again allow for rational thought, you’re worried that Asahi has made a mess of his suit’s pants, but some fortunately quick thinking on his part saw his pocket square taking the brunt of things. Unfortunately he cannot return the now sullied cloth to its former home and the distinct pattern makes it far too identifiable to just toss–

“But I think I have a solution, love—if you’re willing to indulge me?”

The feeling of damp silk contouring to your most intimate areas is shiver-inducing, the knowing looks that your man tosses you nearly enough to bring you to your knees…

It’s another unspoken promise made, one’s who fulfillment you are most certainly to looking forward to.

X-Ray || How they look with their clothes off.

Though I already gushed about this way back in ‘B’ there will never not be a time when I’m not ready so say so much more on the subject lol.

As I’ve well established at this point, dude’s got a gd body on him, and said body’s fit as hell. He’s made sure to keep in shape, so he hasn’t lost any definition over the years—hell, if anything he’s probably gained some. While his arms and torso are points of pride for him, his legs aren’t to be slept on– Well unless you’re like literally sleeping on them thicc ass thighs lmao. This god-tier lap pillow is always on offer, btw, and a scalp message comes standard with each use! But anyways!! His legs are long, toned, and they look especially pretty when they’re wrapped around your waist, just sayin’ 😏

Aside from all that he’s just planes and planes of lightly toasted skin. Idk why, but I just really feel in my heart of hearts that he tans SO easily, and in the summer he’ll get those cute lil sun freckles too, and not just on his face either. Arms, hands, shoulders, hell even his legs—anywhere that gets enough sunlight will eventually start sprouting the things and it’s just really fucking adorable… Also! His hair lightens a bit in the summer. It’s not super noticeable outside of the sun for the most part, but he does pick up some natural highlights; they’re only about half a shade to a shade lighter, just enough to add an extra touch of dimension to his already beautiful locks.

He doesn’t really have any noteworthy scars, but I do see him as being the type to have a little ink. Ofc tattoos are still a bit of a controversial topic in Japan, but it seems like so long as they’re not somewhere super exposed they’re not too much of a problem. It also helps matters that he’s his own boss (I personally canon him as starting up his own label in his late twenties) and he works in a field where self-expression is highly celebrated no matter what form it takes.

Being the creative that he is, he really appreciates the artistry that goes into it all. He’s definitely the type to design his own tattoos, and he’ll draw up some for you too, if you’re that way inclined. As for what he’d get… I can see him wanting at least one traditional, fully colored piece—maybe a koi with some lotus blossoms?

Also, blackwork. He just thinks it looks super elegant; for that piece he’d probably go for something geometric with super clean lines. Location-wise they’d probably be on his back and upper arms—maaaybe his chest too, but that’s probably just wishful thinking on my part. ((but seriously tho, just think how hot it’d be if wore a kinda loose button up and he does that thing that guys do where they leave an absolutely unnecessary amount of buttons undone and you occasionally catch a peek at the ink on his pec—god.)) It’s a pain, having to cover them up when he goes out to onsens and the like, but it’s worth it, he thinks.

Alsooo—being the big ol’ sentimental softie that he is, he definitely gets a crow. That one’d probably be really simplistic, just an outline of the bird’s silhouette, and he’d probably have it placed behind his ear or something lol. A more daring position, true, but since he likes to wear his hair down it isn’t as readily visible as you’d think. He may or may not try to talk his former teammates into getting matching crow tattoos with varying results lol.

…bonus HC time? Bonus HC time.

The ones most enthusiastic about the prospect are Suga, Noya, Tanaka, Hinata, and (to the great surprise of literally everyone) Kiyoko. Daichi and Yachi are a bit reluctant—the latter because she’s afraid that she’ll get staph infection or something equally terrible (and unlikely) and die, the former because he’s afraid that his grandma will disown him if she ever found out (also he’s low-key afraid of needles lmao); they both cave once they find out that Kiyoko did the thing. Ennoshita bows out as he doesn’t think it’s becoming of a medical professional, while Tsukki initially says no just because he doesn’t want one (tho eventually Yams and the tangerine wear him down lol). Kags gets one just because he doesn’t want to feel left out, which is generally the reason why the rest eventually agree.

They even get their old sensei in on the action. I definitely canon Keishin as having some ink, so he was an easy sale, but everyone was ~shook~ when their mild mannered advisor agreed just as readily. Turns out he already has a pretty sizable piece hidden away on his back—I’m thinking some sort of traditional styled shoulder piece that maaay wrap around onto his chest as well? 👀👀 Sir, I am looking respectfully, I swear—that he absolutely adores so getting a tiny lil crow is nothing.

((ngl, the idea of Takeda with ink is Doing Something to me and fuck—did I just accidentally make myself thirsty for him too?? Ah well, HCs for another day, I suppose…))

So in conclusion—Asahi’s a thick, pretty boy, with some pretty ink. That’s all I’ve got, folks. Thanks for listening lol…

Yearning || How high is their sex drive?

Eh, I’d say it’s about average these days, tho it is worth noting that he’s content to follow your lead on this. If you want him more often he’s more than willing to oblige you, and likewise if your sex drive is on the lower side he’s cool with that too.

At the end of the day sex for him, while obviously very enjoyable, is just another way for him to express his love for you, but it’s certainly not the only way, yanno? In fact his main love language isn’t even touch, but rather quality time. The accompanying activity is ultimately immaterial in his eyes, he just wants to spend as much time with you as possible because on top of loving you, he genuinely likes you. Before you were lovers you were friends, and that particular bond has only grown stronger and deeper over the years, so it’s not surprising that he enjoys your company so much. Because of this he’s as likely to do a puzzle with you as he is to blow your back it—it really all just depends on what you want lol.

That said, the pendulum does indeed swing both ways, so if you’ve been apart for an extended amount of time he will get… needy to say the least.

It’s usually his work that’s the main culprit of time theft. Fashion shows and various events see him hopping cities/countries a fair bit, especially at the height of new seasons, and unless you work with him you cannot always accompany him. You both do your best to keep one another sated with texts and phone calls and video chats, but you know that these are little more than stopgaps—a traveler’s substitution, that while valiant in its efforts, will never compare to having your lover wrapped up in your arms.

It’d be in your best interest to take the next couple of days off when you know he’s due back because you won’t be leaving your home for at least that long—hell, you’ll barely be leaving your bedroom if he has his way…

ZZZ || How quickly they fall asleep afterwards.

It honestly depends on how rested he was before the session.

If it’s like a midday romp he’ll probably be ready for a nap, but it’s not so pressing a need that he’s gonna pass out. But if it’s at the end of a long day he’s p. much out once he’s gotten you squared away. He’s also been known to knock out on you during your post sex cuddles lol. It’s always one of those really light dozes tho—ya know the kind, where you’re like technically asleep, but still weirdly aware of everything that’s going on around you. And if it’s a situation where his sleep’s been broken (because sometimes the thirst is just that real, let’s be honest lol) he’ll be out like a light soon after, not that he was ever really fully awake in the first place.

All that said, he knows the importance of aftercare, so he always makes sure to provide it to you in some capacity, even if that just amounts to him snuggling the fuck outta you until you both succumb to sleep’s siren call.

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9:42 AM | Ushijima X You

LOG #13 OF MY HAIKYUU!! TIMESTAMP DRABBLES

CHARACTERS: Ushijima Wakatoshi X You WORD COUNT: 1,500+ GENRE: fluff | established relationship TRIGGER WARNING: some strong/suggestive language SPOILERS: n/a

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Ushijima is pissed off. There's no other explanation for his cold, unresponsive demeanor. Sure, he always looked like he's brooding or unemotional, but he takes all that to a whole new level by pretending to be deaf when you do something that offends him. And currently, that’s because you returned the key to his apartment, saying you had to think about his proposal to move in together.

He miraculously opened the door for you when you came knocking. Well, he never could leave you alone no matter how angry you make him, but the moment he saw you, he just looked at you, turned around and casually gestured for you to come in.

His reaction was called for. You were so happy when he gave you free access to his home while he got all excited about it. You probably made him think you were on the same page with regard to taking your relationship a step further, but you were honestly just happy that he trusted you enough to give you a key to his place. You did not promise him anything.

You valued your privacy above all things, not to mention that living alone gave you the liberty to do whatever the hell you wanted within the comfort of your own place. Ushijima was the same in that respect, he has shown it many times, but you guessed you were different where he was concerned, wishing for you to invade that personal space he kept in strict check around others.

But you were just thinking of its repercussions. Both of you were career-driven anyway, and you would probably not spend so much time together at home even after you move in. He travels a lot being the pro athlete he is and so do you being an executive in the company you worked for. Although you had to admit that it would be more time than nothing at all.

"Wakatoshi," you called as you entered the living room, finding him seated in front of the TV, blindly flipping over channels.

"Are you breaking up with me?" he asked, his deep voice filling the whole room.

You took a step back. "What?" You didn't know what brought this on. "Why would you even think that?"

"Wakatoshi?" he repeated with inflection. "What happened to 'baby' or 'love'? Hell, I'd even prefer Ushi-Ushi no matter how lame it sounds. Since when did you call me by my name?"

He is sulking about the smallest things now. You suppressed the laughter threatening to escape your lips. "Baby," you tried again.

"Now you call me baby?" He scoffed and trained his eyes on the flat screen.

As much as you hated it when you are having misunderstandings – which was often given his quiet nature – you couldn't help but enjoy it when he is being difficult to mask his neediness. And you loved needy Ushijima.

Shrugging, you approached him, climbing on the couch beside him and taking his hand, but he gently took yours off his.

So this is what you want, huh? Narrowing your eyes, you pushed his arms off his lap, kneeling astride him to obstruct his view of the television. He always caves in when you initiate physical affection, but it was proving to be difficult this time. "Sweetheart, stop ignoring me."

Ushijima turned his head to the side, refusing to look at you.

Grinning, you leaned closer, planting a kiss on the side of his neck, nipping and sucking on his skin all the way up to his jawline while your arms snaked around his broad shoulders. You took your time with him, thawing his coldness towards you in the best way you knew how. He’s a sucker for your touches no matter how much he resists and you knew you had him when you saw his ears were turning red.

Gently, you cupped his face and made him look at you. "Smile for me?"

"No –"

You pecked his lips. "Try again."

He just looked at you, frowning as if he was trying to intimidate you, but that never works. His intimidating façade never had the same effect on you as it did with others, and maybe that was why you were able to break through his defenses in the first place. Instead of the reaction he wanted from you, you kissed him on the nose then on his chin. “Smile, my love.”

He was suppressing it. "I said no, Y/N – mmfff!"

You’re not one to take no for an answer. You claimed his lips, smiling into the kiss when you felt his resistance crumble, his hands fastening themselves onto your hips and pulling you closer until your soft body was pressed against his. He took the reins from there, holding you in place as he melded your mouths together, licking over the seam of your lips to seek entrance, but you pulled away.

"Uh-uh. We need to talk."

He eyed you intensely, his pupils dilated as he drank every detail of you from your flushed cheeks to your heaving chest, barely contained by the white button-up you were wearing. But seeing the resolve in your eyes, he relented, leaning back on the couch. Restraint was one of his stronger suits and you loved that about him.

"Okay."

"You're not mad at me, are you?" you asked cautiously.

He shook his head. "Just disappointed."

You threw your arms around him again, hugging him tight and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling away and looking him straight in the eyes. "I'm sorry."

He sighed, unable to stand it when you're distressed in any degree or form. "Why won't you move in with me?"

"I didn't say I won't, Toshi. I just need time to think."

"We've been together for three years."

"I'm aware, but it doesn't depend on that." You took his hand in yours, twining your fingers together, fondly beaming at how large his was compared to yours. "I love you and believe me, I want to be around you all the time, but, baby, we need to consider our rhythm and dynamic once we decide to do that. Our schedules clash most of the time, and we have our own routines, different ways of doing things and different sensibilities."

"So what you’re saying is that you're still considering all those things after all these years," he stated when you went silent.

You nodded. "That, and I don't want to mess things up between us by hurrying things. We can still take it slow. Isn’t that what we always do? Look where it brought us."

His brows knit together in confusion. "But don't we basically live with each other with all the time we spend together? I stay at your place, you come here all the time."

"Sleepovers are different from moving in for good, baby. That's us dividing one space to coexist. We can't just decide to move out when we have trouble with each other, now can we?" You smiled ruefully at him. "Are we ready for that change?"

You knew where you stood, and you are willing to adjust for him if it's necessary. You’ve been considering it. But above everything else, you were considering him and whether it's what he really wanted and if it was what would make him happy in the long run since he was suggesting a sense of permanence. You just wanted to know if it wasn't just a passing phase.

Ushijima was silent for a moment as he mulled things over, eyes cast down, but then he looked at you, his olive orbs fixed resolutely on yours as he nodded and said, "Yes. If it involves you, I'm always, always ready."

"Well, in that case –"

He took your hands in his, warmth seeping into your skin and into your being when he started placing butterfly kisses on your fingers and knuckles. "I love you more than anything in this world and that will never change."

"I..." You didn't know what to say, simply nodding although you weren’t sure why you were even doing that.

"Move in with me. Let's make this place our home. Let's make each other our home."

"Are you sure?"

"Just say yes." His expressions melted into that tender look not many around him knew about. "Please?"

This side of Ushijima rendered you weak and you found yourself nodding again. "Alright." You exhaled shakily, deciding on what ought to be done. "I'll move in with you."

His eyes brightened up. "You mean it?"

"Sure. Just don't complain when you see tons of paperwork scattered about. You've seen my place."

"I don't care if we drown in paper."

In the next second, he was holding you in his arms as he hoisted you both up, his feet carrying you both to the direction of his room – soon to be yours, too. "You're moving in with me now."

You giggled when he kicked the door open. "Excited much?"

"I've waited to come home to you every day. What are you talking about?" Ushijima smirked at you as he entered the room. "And I plan to make sure you stay."

-end-

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years

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Twin Bed (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Anonymous said:

are u taking requests rn? 🥺 ive read ur tsukki fics and i know to myself ur the only one who can write this request amazingly: tsukki sneaking in to his s/o’s room at night bc he misses her and he saw how cute she is in her pajamas but couldnt help getting turned on as well bc she is wearing shorts and an oversized shirt it also didnt help that her bed is for one person only ;) UR AN AMAZING AUTHOR AND NEVER STOP WRITING TSUKKI OR HAIKYUU SCENARIOS COS THE PPL NEED U

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Word Count: 2,475

Rated: Explicit

Warnings: SMUT, my shit writing, bad language

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Yoooo this is was legit so fun to write lmao. I hope I did your request justice anon and I appreciate your kind words!!! I know I have other requests sitting in my inbox and I will try and to get to them soon. I might be a bit inactive the next couple of weeks, I will be going vacation (I definitely fucking need it lol) this week and then I start classes again. RIP. I hope you guys enjoy this one and let me know what you think!:) I literally am at a lost for words with how amazing you guys are and how unproblematic you guys have been considering the bullshit that’s been going around in the community. I just want to reiterate that this is a safe and fun place for everyone, it is never my intention to make anyone uncomfortable and if I do please let me know so that I can apologize correctly for it! But to make things clear I will not tolerate any fuckery on this blog, I don’t have the energy nor the patience to deal with shit like that. We are all capable of being decent human beings to each other. No drama, no bullshit, just a fun and safe place for everyone that wants to be part of it. ANYWAY, enough of my ranting, please enjoy this filth and my shit writing lmao 😘😘😘💕💕💕💕

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You frowned slightly as you looked at your phone, your eyes squinting against the harshness of the light.

Tsukishima had texted you, multiple times - at two in the morning - in fact. While you dearly adored your boyfriend of only five months, you didn’t exactly adore the fact that he woke you up at this time.

Especially considering you had to be up in about five hours to get ready for an exam.

You sighed through your nose as you tugged your blankets from your body and made your way to your door.

“Kei… it’s two in the morning…” You yawned, looking up at your tall boyfriend with sleepy eyes. “The dorm manager is going to get mad at me if she catches you here.”

“Well let’s not get caught then.” he drawled out, gold eyes flickering over your body. A blonde eyebrow arched up; “is that my shirt?”

You blinked at him for a moment, not fully registering what he had just asked before a soft blush began to coat your cheeks.

You were definitely wearing one of his shirts, a green Sendai Frogs shirt that was way too big for your body, given his tall stature. He had left the shirt at your dorm two weeks ago, and naturally you wore it to bed almost every night.

“No.” You said in a small voice, carefully playing with your fingers as you looked up at him through your lashes.

A soft blush covered Tsukishima’s cheeks before he scoffed, his slender fingers reaching up to push his glasses back up his nose. “You’re a terrible liar. Looks good on you though.” he said, brushing past you to get into your room.

You turned to see him plop himself onto your bed, and you couldn’t help but stare. It was a strange sight to see to say the least. His 6’4 frame was just a tad out of place in your room, especially sitting on your incredibly small bed. But more so he was out of place because, well, your boyfriend was beautiful. It was like a Greek god decided to pay you a secret visit before the sun came up, ready to disappear at any moment.

Tsukishima’s hair was tousled perfectly, the tight black shirt he wore complimented him perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and thick biceps. You felt your mouth go dry as you realized that he was wearing grey sweatpants, clinging low on his hips.

How could someone look so good at two in the morning?

“Are you just going to stare at me the entire time?” He called out, his back leaning against the wall your bed was pushed up against, his phone in hand.

“You’re the one that wanted to come over.” you frowned, locking your door before making your way towards the bed. “You’re taking up all the space.” You whined.

He rolled his eyes before his long legs parted, creating a space on the bed. “Come here.”

You felt your face burn even more, a strange shyness overtaking you at the intimate position he wanted you in.

It wasn’t like you had never been close to Tsukishima before, you guys had been intimate, many times... but then why were you so nervous all of a sudden?

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, a blonde eyebrow quirked up.

“Shut up.” you grumbled, carefully climbing over one of his long legs. You settled yourself against him, your upper body fitting easily between his legs, your back resting against his stomach and your head gently pressing into his strong chest.

Resting against Tsukishima was far better than resting in your tiny bed.

One of his arms carefully wrapped around your waist, his large hand gently pressing against your stomach, the other hand held his phone in front of both of you, a volleyball game overtaking the screen.

It was silent for a moment, both of you absorbed in the video. It had only been fifteen minutes into the game when Tsukishima began looking over your body. His gold eyes taking in your bare legs before flickering up. He zeroed in on the exposed skin of your hip, the shirt you wore had been pulled up slightly.

He swallowed thickly, arousal beginning to spike in his blood. Christ, it wasn’t like you were naked right now; it wasn’t like you were wearing anything incredibly enticing, but… fuck. Tsukishima began wracking his brain for when the last time it was that he had seen you. That’s right, it had been a while, a little over two weeks in fact.

His sudden desire was because he had just missed you right? He couldn’t possibly be turned on from the simple fact that you were in the shortest shorts known to man, or the fact that you were in his shirt and you weren’t…. Christ, you weren’t wearing a fucking bra.

He could see your hardened nipples through the shirt despite how baggy it was on your small body.

“Can you hold the phone, my arm is getting tired.” he said quietly, hoping that you hadn’t felt his hardening member against your back just yet.

“Really Kei?” you rolled your eyes but took his phone nonetheless, your eyes completely glued to the screen. The game was just beginning to get interesting.

It was silent again.

But this time, Tsukishima trailed his hand down to your exposed skin, carefully sliding his fingers under your shirt, gently tracing against your soft skin.

You sighed softly at his touch, your body wiggling slightly against him to get more comfortable. Tsukishima took that as a good sign, his hands traveling further up, the rough pads of his fingers felt incredible against your skin; goosebumps erupting over your body.

You shivered slightly, desire spiking in the pit of your stomach as his long fingers began moving further up, until they rested just below your breasts. Your breath hitched, your heart thumping loudly in your ears now.

His fingers carefully dragged against the soft underside of your breasts. You felt Tsukishima shift, his upper body sitting up slightly, his lips brushing gently against the shell of your outer ear, hot breath rustled your hair.

“Who’s winning?” he murmured, lips grazing against your ear before carefully brushing down towards your neck.

A soft whimper tore through your lips. “It’s uhmm… uh - o-oh Kei.” your eyes fluttered shut as his tongue darted across your skin, tasting you before biting down softly. You could feel your cunt clenching at his actions, your bundle of nerves suddenly throbbing to be touched.

“What was that?” he teased softly, the hand that was gently caressing the underside of your breasts suddenly moved up, carefully cupping your entire breast, long fingers gently tugging at your hardened nipple.

You moaned loudly before immediately dropping his phone, both hands clasping your mouth shut tightly.

“Oh, that’s right, if your dorm manager caught me here, she would be furious right? I don’t want you getting in trouble, so you best be quiet hmm?” he murmured softly against your skin before pinching your nipple hard between two fingers.

Your breath hitched, your eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rippled through your body.

“But you make the cutest noises when you're turned on.” he said, his voice incredibly quiet and calm, despite the growing hardness that was pressing into your back now. “You’re in quite the dilemma, aren’t you?”

His other hand suddenly trailed down, his fingers curling against your through your shorts.

“Fuck… you’re soaked.” he groaned quietly, feeling your arousal leaking through your panties and staining your shorts.

He suddenly leaned back once again, your head once again resting against his strong chest. But despite his composure, his heart was racing just as much as yours.

He suddenly bucked his hips up, his cock rubbing against your back. A soft sigh escaped his lips, the hand that was groping your breast pulled out of your shirt and tangled into your hair, gently tugging and forcing you to arch your neck, staring up at the blonde male now.

His gold eyes held nothing but lust now as he stared down at you with half-lidded eyes.

You had never seen a more gorgeous man in your entire life.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice deep with arousal. But before you could say anything, the hand that was grasping you through your clothes suddenly tugged your shorts and panties to the side, long fingers brushing softly against your weeping slit.

Tsukishima exhaled loudly, his cock jumping against your back as he felt just how wet you were.

“Fuck…” he whispered quietly, and carefully slid his finger to the top of your cunt, his finger gently pressing down against your clit.

A jolt of pleasure erupted through your body, your mouth falling open in a silent plea as your eyes fluttered shut.

He began rubbing delicate circles against you, a soft pleasure beginning to build up in your lower stomach, your hips rocking up carefully with his movements.

“K-Kei…” you trembled, your hand reaching down and grasping at his forearm helplessly.

“Are you close?” he asked, his finger pressing down just a little bit harder, but that was all that you needed to get your legs shaking.

The way he touched you… the way that he took care of you… it was no wonder you were completely head over heels for him.

He was just too good.

You nodded helplessly against his chest, and then suddenly he pulled his hand away from your dripping cunt, a soft cry of distress tearing through your lips. Why did he… but you were so close…

“Can you move away for a second?” he asked quietly, gently pushing you forward. You shakily scooted away from him and heard the rustling of sheets and clothes. You twisted your head to look back and - your mouth went dry.

Tsukishima was still resting against the wall, his lower body easily sprawled out against your bed as you still sat between his long legs, but this time… this time… he laid with one hand behind his head, the other was easily grasping his member, lazily sliding up and down his shaft. His grey sweatpants were bunched up around the tops of his thighs, his black shirt pulled up slightly, exposing his lower stomach and the perfect lines of his Adonis belt.

“Come here.” he demanded, you turned to crawl over to him, fully intending on taking him into your mouth- his hand flew up, halting your movements. “No. I want to be inside you.”

Your lips parted slightly as you nodded in a daze, your cunt squeezing around nothing at his words. But before you could sink down on top of his cock, he stopped you once more.

“Turn around.” he commanded. Your lips trembled softly, your hands gripping his upper thighs as you situated yourself on top of him, you could feel his fingers tugging your shorts and underwear to the side again, and then something blunt and thick began rubbing up and down your soaked entrance.

“Don’t tease me Kei, please.” you whimpered out, but before you could plead further, he grabbed your hips, forcing you to sink all the way down onto his member in one movement.

You gritted your teeth tightly, biting back the loud shout that wanted to escape your throat at the sudden intrusion, at the force of him already hitting the most devastating depths within you.

Fuck you had never been quite this full, never had someone quite this deep until you met Tsukishima.

“Shit.” he cursed, growling slightly, his grip on your hips tightening as his eyes fluttered shut as your tight heat engulfed him completely.

He could never get used to this.

After a moment of adjusting to the new intrusion you began rocking your hips, carefully sliding back and forth, your lips forming into a silent o as pleasure jolted through your body at each drag of his cock against your walls.

A soft whimper tore through your lips as he began grabbing handfuls of your ass, his fingers gripping tightly at the soft flesh, kneading and pulling your cheeks apart. Before his hand settled on pulling your shorts and underwear further away, his eyes taking in the obscene way your cunt swallowed his cock.

The quiet room was filled with the sound of rustling sheets, the wet noises of your arousal leaking through your stuffed cunt as Tsukishima slid in and out of you, the soft and breathless moans that escaped your lips, and the soft grunts of Tsukishima as he fought back his release. He couldn’t cum yet, not until you did.

But he could tell that you were close by the desperate way you rocked your hips, faster, sloppier, chasing for a release.

“Cum for me.” he demanded, his large hand cracking down against your ass. Your hand came up, stifling the loud gasp that wanted to escape your lips, your cunt clenching tightly around him. You could feel it then, the pleasure mixed with the sharp pain, the tightness in your lower stomach finally releasing.

“Fuck that’s it.” He murmured, watching as you trembled above him, his hands coming down to grip at your waist, forcing you to move faster against him as he began chasing his own release.

Tsukishima gritted his teeth tightly before carefully shoving you off of his member, a soft cry escaping your lips as you collapsed on top of his legs. He gripped his member tightly, shooting thick ropes of his warmth all over your raised bottom, staining your shorts completely.

“Shit hold on.” he panted slightly, carefully moving himself from under you. He tucked his softening member back into his sweatpants before moving towards your closet, grabbing a towel and making his way back to you. His gentle hands easily cleaning you up before tugging your shorts and panties off, replacing them with fresh ones.

You looked up at him sleepily as he began situating you both on your small body, half of your body resting on top of his as he drew the blankets over your guys’ form.

“You suck Kei. If I fail this exam because I’m too tired to focus, you have to buy me ramen.” you mumbled against his chest, your eyes drooping as sleep began to tug at your mind.

“If you fail this exam just because you’re tired then that just proves you didn’t actually study for it. You should’ve been able to retain that information regardless.” he said, fingers gently running through your hair.

“You suck.” you sighed again, softly nuzzling your face into his chest.

A smile tugged at his lips, but he didn’t say anything else.

Not that you would have listened anyway, considering that you were knocked out now.

Tsukishima’s body was definitely more comfortable than your twin bed.

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angelsxbelle · 3 years

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how they push you away vs. how they make it up to you.

my first hurt/comfort scenarios let’s go😀

headcanons on how haikyuu boys cause stress on your relationship and how they fix things afterwards ~

note: shirabu’s and hirugami’s take place with them as adults, iwaizumi’s takes place as third years in high school

warnings: angst to fluff, timeskip occupation spoilers, swearing, iwaizumi’s ended up being a little long oops

pairings: shirabu x reader, hirugami x reader, iwaizumi x reader

shirabu, KENJIROU

to put it lightly, shirabu is s t r e s s e d af

medical school is already hard enough, but taking care of another person is even harder to do at the same time

he just wants to crawl underneath a blanket and not have to think about anyone else’s feelings for a while while he lets everything out

he appreciates that you want to take care of him, but he doesn’t want you to hover over him and distract him while he’s trying to focus

this one day he’s studying for an exam and when you come home from work you come over to where he’s sitting and ask him how is day was

no response.

you ask again, nudging him a little bit to get a response

his eyes squint the tiniest bit, and what comes out of his mouth next is worse than yelling, screaming, or even just saying something flat out mean

“can you go away? you being here is messing up my concentration and this is more important”. he says, in a cold tone

“this is more important”. so that was it. so that was how he felt about this whole thing. you walk away, dumbfounded at your realization of how he really feels, not hate, not disgust, just nothing.

nothing.

you go to bed alone that night, an empty space in your bed where he used to sleep when he still cared

later in the week, after the exams are over, you’re sitting at your dining room table, and you look up as you see him coming towards you, gingerly sitting down next you with a soft expression on his face

“i’m sorry” - he says as he hands you a note, folded neatly between his fingers like the ones he used to make for you in high school

as you open the note, your eyes scan down the page

it’s a long letter, one that obviously took him a long time to make

you start reading and you see a list of all the things he loves about you, and how he wishes he could treat you better and how he’s sorry about how he’s been lately and he wishes he could take away the pain he’s given you

tears well up in your eyes and threaten to spill down cheeks, you squeak out “thank you jirou”, and look down

he tilts your chin up to look at his face and you look each other in the eyes

“i love you”, he says

hirugami, SACHIROU

as a a veterinarian, hirugami encounters all sorts of different situations with animals brought into the clinic

some of them not so good ones

one day you get a call from one of the people he works with, saying that that day a dog was brought in that they almost couldn’t save and that hirugami probably wouldn’t be in a great mood when he got home

you sat in the living room for while, a little nervous of the state he would be in when he got home

when you hear his key click in the lock of your front door, your heart skips a beat and you get up to go greet him, not expecting to see the dead look in his eyes as you looked up at his face

“hey, how’s everything going? are you oka-”

“can you just leave me alone please. i’ve had a long day.”, he interrupts you

“are you sure? they said something happened at the clinic-”

“i don’t want to talk about it.”

“but-”

“ oh my god can you please stop talking? somebody’s dog almost fucking died because of me, i don’t want to hear you yammer on about whatever right now. just go away.”

he slams your bedroom door behind him, latching it shut with a click

ouch.

you walk away to go eat dinner alone, feeling like someone just stomped on your heart, chewed it up, and spat it out

the next day you wake up having slept on the couch, and go get ready in the bathroom and eat breakfast before getting ready to to work

as you’re about to walk out the door, you feel a hand gently grab yours, stopping you from leaving

you whip your head around to see your boyfriend with a remorseful expression on his face, a different hurt in his eyes this time

he pulls you closer and kisses you forehead, saying how sorry he is for hurting you and how he didn’t mean it, how he let his feelings get the best of him

a little apprehensively, you bury your head into his chest and cling into his shirt so he knows you accept his apology

later that day, he takes you to your favorite restaurant and sits you down at a table close to the big window outlooking the scenery below

as snow drifts past, softly twinkling from the lights illuminating your view outside, but he’s looking at you instead

he knows he never wants to let go of you, maybe he’ll tell you that soon as he slips the ring in his pocket on your finger :)

iwaizumi, HAJIME

iwaizumi had never had any problems with jealousy in your relationship, or even just problems in general mostly

he trusts you, and he knows how much you love him

but recently you and oikawa had gotten paired together for a group project, and you had been spending more and more time together as a result

it wasn’t really a problem at the beginning since iwaizumi knew it was just a class project, but as time went on he couldn’t help but feel his stomach twist every time he walked by the library to see you working away happily, you laughing at something oikawa had said

he didn’t want to admit it, but it hurt seeing you like that with pretty boy oikawa.

pretty boy oikawa that all the girls he had ever liked liked him instead.

pretty boy oikawa that got all the stares as they walked by.

pretty boy oikawa that probably looked better with you than he did.

he walked away, knowing he shouldn’t feel defeated as his eyes droop and he looks down at the ground

he has trouble sleeping that night, his head full of thoughts he shouldn’t be thinking, images he doesn’t want see of you with him

the next day, you’re eating lunch together, and you notice he looks a little off, so you ask him if anything is wrong or if he needs to get something off his chest

“i’m fine”, he says with a flat tone

“are you sure? you don’t look okay, you know you can always talk to me right?”

“nothing’s wrong.”, he says again

you pester him again, as he starts to look more annoyed in the process

“why don’t you just talk to oikawa if you need to bug someone that bad, i’m sure he’ll love the attention from a little whore like you”

both of your eyes widen at what he said, not believing it fully

even iwaizumi knows that was completely out of line, even as someone who likes to tease to show affection

“fuck you hajime” , you say, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes as you walk away from where you were sitting together

hajime feels like crying.

the next day he’s nervous to see you, knowing you’re probably still hurt from what he said, but still searching for you anyway

as he walks sheepishly up to you, you ask what he wants after the painful exchange you had yesterday

“i’m so sorry. nothing i said was true, and you didn’t deserve it at all. i got jealous of oikawa and i know it’s my fault and i want you to please forgive me because i can’t lose you and hate myself for letting it get the best of me.”, he lets out

“it’s okay hajime, i understand and i love you, but please don’t say anything like that ever agiain, it really hurt”

his heart breaks a little bit at hearing that, but he’s happy you still want to see him

“i love you too. more than anything, i promise i’ll never hurt you again.”

he wraps his big arms around you and holds you tight

you know he doesn’t want to let go, even when the bell rings letting you know you’re late for class

he doesn’t want to let go of you ever

the end :)

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lostinthewiind · 3 years

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Forget Me Not: Part 1

Ushijima Wakatoshi, Sawamura Daichi, Bokuto Kōtarō, Oikawa Tōru, Kuroo Tetsurō - Haikyuu

Synopsis: five years after graduating high school, you're invited to Kiyoko and Tanaka's wedding and find yourself back in Japan. Surrounded by your old classmates and volleyball buddies once again, not only are old friendships rekindled, but old feelings start to resurface as well. Did five years change you and your friends too much, or did it change you all just enough?

Rating: PG13

Warnings: none

Next → Part 2

Being back in Japan filled you with a familiar, comforting feeling that spread throughout your entire body. The country where you had lived most of your life and been educated from kindergarten to high school in brought back childhood memories that you had not thought about in nearly five years.

And now, here you were, attending the wedding of one of your best friends, whom you hadn't seen in way too long, and surrounded by people who shaped your elementary and teenage years.

It wasn't until the reception that you got to actually catch up with your childhood friends, but the ceremony had certainly gotten you thinking. With the beautiful decorations strewn all over the venue and Kiyoko's breathtaking dress—and the way Tanaka teared up after seeing his future wife coming down the aisle—you had begun to wonder, as one who is still single would, if that would ever be you; all dressed to the nines and ready to devote the rest of your life to one person.

The fact that you were deep in thought must have been visible on your face because it wasn't long after that Kiyoko made her way over, gently placing her hand on your shoulder and asking if you were all right.

Startled out of your internal dilemma, you assured her that you were fine and just caught up with your own thoughts. "Sorry," you apologized with a lighthearted chuckle. "I didn't mean to make you worry about me at your wedding."

Taking a seat beside you at the rather empty guest table—more than happy to get off of her feet after Tanaka had been swinging her around the dance floor for hours—Kiyoko sighed contently and brushed off your concern. "Oh, please, make up something if you must." Kiyoko glanced over her shoulder at her new husband, who was currently preoccupied with something Noya was saying to him. "I need a break. If this is any indication of what the rest of my life is going to be like, I'm going to be eternally exhausted."

You laughed, having completely forgotten about what you had been thinking about. "You chose to marry the boy who spent all three years of high school chasing after you and you're surprised that he's over the moon 24/7?" You cocked a brow at her jokingly. "Don't say you weren't warned."

Kiyoko giggled at that and before long you and your best friend were laughing together just like when you were teenagers. It was like nothing had changed; like the two of you had been transported back in time five years.

"In all seriousness though, are you happy?" you asked her as you grabbed for your champagne flute and took a sip. "Because that's all that matters."

A light dusting of pink rose to Kiyoko's cheeks. "I'm ecstatic." She beamed as she looked back at Tanaka again. "I mean . . . that's my husband!"

"Good. I'm happy that you're happy."

Kiyoko nodded in agreement before turning back to you. "So, when is it going to be your turn?"

You thought about asking her what she could possibly be talking about but there was no fooling Kiyoko; she already knew that you knew. Not a week had gone by since you had moved away where she hadn't asked you if you had found yourself a man yet.

You just rolled your eyes. "I would have to be dating someone first in order to start thinking about getting married."

"Okay, so we start at the beginning." Kiyoko started surveying the gorgeous outdoor reception venue as if you didn't already know pretty much everyone who was there.

You scoffed. "I'm sorry, we?"

"You act like I haven't always been invested in your love life." She waved you off, never taking her eyes off of the bustling crowd. "Anyway, back to what I was saying . . . you need someone with a stable career, handsome, and, most importantly, someone that I approve of."

"Yes . . . most importantly." You took another sip of your drink and let your eyes scan the crowd as well, mostly because there wasn't much else for you to do. Eventually, your gaze settled on a table in the back corner where five men sat, engaged in a conversation with one another. It took you a few minutes to make out the face in the dim lighting, but when you did, you were immediately hit with a wave of nostalgia.

There, in a convenient group, as if they had all collectively been waiting for you to spot them, were five of your dearest friends from high school: the captains from the various boys' volleyball teams. Since you had been the captain for the girls' team at one of the rival schools, the six of you had started as acquaintances who bonded over being captains and soon grew into an inseparable friend group. The only person you had been closer to in high school was Kiyoko.

Sawamura Daichi, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Bokuto Kōtarō, Oikawa Tōru, and Kuroo Tetsurō.

They all looked just like how you remembered and yet you couldn't help but notice from afar the ways that they had matured over the past five years. You had been given a brief chance during the ceremony to say hello to them, and during that brief moment, you weren't ashamed to say you would admit they had all grown into handsome young men (not that any of them had been hard on the eyes in high school by any means.)

"Oh, so we're going for the classic 'high school reunion' trope." Kiyoko's face was suddenly right next to yours, startling you once again. "Which one are you looking at?"

Ripping your eyes away from the group of men who had thankfully not noticed your staring, you shook your head. "It's not like that," you sighed.

"Oh, yeah . . . okay." Kiyoko's tone was dripping with sarcasm. "That's fine, you don't have to choose right now. You could probably have whichever one of them you wanted anyway considering they all had a crush on you in high school."

It had been a big mistake to try and take your final gulp of champagne right then. As soon as you had heard what Kiyoko had said, you jolted in surprise and the alcohol went down the wrong way, causing you to begin coughing and sputtering rather loudly and aggressively.

Of course, that was when the five former captains turned to look at you after hearing the commotion. To be fair, a lot of eyes were on you then as you frantically reached for a napkin to dry the champagne that had spurted out of your mouth and Kiyoko patted your back comfortingly.

"Jesus," you managed to choke out. "Warn someone before you say something like that."

Kiyoko grabbed another napkin and began dabbing at the little wet spot on your dress. "You act like you didn't already know."

"I didn't already know."

Kiyoko looked up at you in shock, her hand ceasing all movement. Thankfully, she had pretty much dried your dress completely by then anyway. "What do you mean you didn't know?" she inquired quizzically, almost like she suspected you of lying.

"What do you mean they all had a crush on me?!" You remembered to lower your voice at the last second to avoid screaming such a personal conversation.

"How could you not have known?!" Kiyoko retorted with another question. "It was so obvious!"

"We were all just friends!"

"Just friends?!" A deep voice from behind you interrupted before you or Kiyoko could say another word. "You aren't talking about us, are you?"

You could pick that voice out of a lineup and consequently, your face turned bright red and you swallowed hard. Had he heard what you and Kiyoko had been talking about? How long had he been standing there?

Turning in your chair, you looked up at Kuroo, who was standing behind your chair, and the four other guys standing behind him; all of whom had apparently made their way over after witnessing your struggle with the champagne.

Before you had the chance to work out a suitable answer and attempt to explain away what you and Kiyoko had been discussing, Kiyoko stood from her chair and offered it to Kuroo, motioning for the group to sit down with you at the same time.

"Well, I'll leave you guys so you can all catch up." She smiled wide, throwing you a quick wink when no one else was looking. "I'm sure Tanaka will start searching for me soon anyway. I can only leave his side for so long before he starts causing chaos."

"Looks like the chaos has already started." Oikawa pointed to the head table where Tanaka was pouring liquor straight down Hinata's throat while Noya and Tendou counted the seconds out loud at the top of their lungs.

"Oh, good God." Kiyoko excused herself without another word, rushing across the room to put an end to her husband's antics. The six of you were left chuckling and watching as she snatched the bottle out of his hand and made quick work of reprimanding the men.

Shaking his head, Daichi sat down across from you while the other men took their seats as well. Having been the team captain of Karasuno and on a volleyball team with Tanaka for two years, he knew all too well what it was like to have to keep him in check constantly. "I will never understand how he suckered her into marrying him," he commented.

"Because love." You shrugged. "It makes you do stupid things."

Just then, a waiter came by and placed a fresh glass of champagne in front of each of you. "Ain't that the truth." Kuroo rose his glass and encouraged everyone else to do the same. "To love and other stupid things."

"To love and other stupid things," the remaining five of you repeated before clinking your glasses together and taking a sip of the bubbly alcohol.

Bokuto, who already seemed a little too tipsy for his own good, downed all of his in one go before scooting his chair closer to yours and throwing an arm over your shoulders. "So, tell us, what have you been up to?!" he chirped happily. "We all missed you when you left, you know."

After assuring Bokuto about four or five times that you had missed him as well, you gave the group of eager listeners the short version of what you had been up to since graduation. You explained your boring job and the fact that you played volleyball as often as you could. They asked about other aspects of your life as well, and when the topic of significant others came up, you shyly admitted that you were, indeed, still single.

"Hey, it's not like any of us can judge you for that," Ushijima told you. "None of us have anyone in our lives either."

Oikawa scoffed. "You make it sound like I'm hopeless."

"You are hopeless," Kuroo laughed. "You spent how many years in Brazil and still couldn't find a girl to date you? You moved to Argentina and still nothing. Doesn't that say anything?"

"Leave it to Oikawa to make it all about him," you commented, mindlessly taunting the setter like you used to do all the time when you were younger.

Your jab earned a few amused chuckles from the others and even Oikawa cracked a smile; and just like that, it was like you were back in high school with five of your closest friends, shooting the shit like you always did.

Before you knew it, the six of you were talking, laughing, and drinking the night away. Even Ushijima, who was usually the quiet one of the group, was participating more than you ever remember him doing so. The awkwardness from the first few minutes of interaction and the burning embarrassment of what Kiyoko had told you had melted away so seamlessly that you didn't even notice; suddenly you just found yourself comfortable and feeling rather at home.

Daichi told you about how his job as a cop was going and even shared a few exciting stories—stories that the others had clearly heard many times before if their bored expressions were any indication.

Kuroo talked about his job at the Japan Volleyball Association Sports Promotion Division, which he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying. You were kind of envious of him for managing to stay in the world of volleyball without actually having to keep playing.

Then, of course, Bokuto, Ushijima, and Oikawa discussed what it was like playing for the MSBY Jackals, the Schweiden Alders, and Club Atlético San Juan in Argentina, respectively. Oikawa, much like Daichi had been, was very excited to have someone new to tell his stories to—although his stories were about Argentina and not being a cop.

It made you feel a little sad when you realized just how distant you had grown from your friends and how much of their lives you had missed, but you had to admit that getting to play catch up was extremely entertaining.

After what felt like only twenty minutes or so, but was probably closer to two hours, the reception started winding down and guests started heading home for the night.

Pulled from the happy little bubble the six of you were existing in by the sudden realization that the party had a lot fewer people than you remember, you checked the time and noted that it was rather late.

Daichi, who had been oblivious to the rapidly passing time as well, muttered something about having to work the next day as he reached for his suit jacket that he had draped over the back of his chair at some point and started putting it back on, indicating that he was getting ready to leave.

Bokuto began to pout jokingly and tightened his hold on you, his arm never having left your shoulders the entire time. "You're not going home right away, are you?" he asked you, his wide eyes ready to guilt-trip you into staying longer should he need to. "You're staying in Japan for a while, right?"

"I'll be here for about two weeks or so," you told him, patting his cheek lightly and chuckling when his expression changed on a dime and he smiled wide. "Don't worry, I'm not abandoning you again so soon."

"Then we will have to get together for dinner or drinks or something," Kuroo suggested as he too stood from his seat. "Have you changed your number since high school?"

You shook her head. "Nope, it should be the same one you all have."

"Excellent!" Oikawa cheered. "I've got to head back to Argentina in a week or so as well so we definitely have to get together soon. I have first dibs!"

"Y/N is a person, not the last piece of food," Ushijima huffed. "You can't call dibs."

Oikawa just scoffed. "Sure I can, Toshi. I just did."

"I told you not to call me that."

The two professional volleyball players glared at one another and you wondered how it was possible that they stayed friends for so long, let alone became friends in the first place, considering they were always at each other's throats.

"Okay, you two, don't make me escort one or both of you home in a cop car tonight," Daichi warned. "I'm not in the mood to babysit."

"If I promise to behave, will you promise to use your handcuffs?" Oikawa winked, earning a few hushed chuckles and an obviously disappointed look from Daichi.

"Well, that's my cue to call it a night," Daichi announced as he made his way over to you and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. "It was lovely seeing you again. I'll call you and we can do dinner sometime, yeah?"

You smiled and nodded. "I'd love to."

With that, Daichi took his leave and the others were soon to follow. Bokuto, who was the last to leave your side, had somehow swindled you into promising to play a volleyball game with him at some point before he bid you goodnight as well and left you to collect your thoughts before catching a cab and heading back to your hotel room.

On your way out, you thanked Kiyoko for inviting you and congratulated her and Tanaka on their marriage. They too insisted on getting together with you once more before you left and you happily agreed, already dreading having to leave your friends again.

As you climbed into your cab that evening, drunker than you had been in a long while and filled to the brim with joyous memories and content feelings after being reunited with so many old friends, you couldn't help but linger on one thought in particular . . .

The fact that all of your former captain friends had grown into handsome men with stable jobs, they were all single, and the startling new discovery that they apparently all had crushes on you in high school.

Did they still feel the same way? Or, more importantly, did you feel the same way?

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bakatenshii · 4 years

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Blitz

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader (Haikyuu!!)

word count: 2.5k

TW: 18+, smut, exhibitionism, a spritz of omorashi

A/N: this is completely diff from what I’m used to and comfy with; it’s truly the softest thing I’ll ever write— for the real angel, Weese, who welcomed me into my first ever fandom with open arms. I wouldn’t be here without you, wouldn’t have met any of my best friends were it not for you. From the bottom of boku no kokoro, Happy Birthday <33

Weese’s Birthday Bash masterlist

blitz

/blits/

a sudden, energetic, and concerted effort, typically on a specific task.

(slang) heavily intoxicated

He gives credit where credit’s due, and in all fairness, you have been well-behaved, glued to his side til 2am that night. Might even be a new record; usually you’d have gone off and disappeared at the strike of midnight like you’ve got a pumpkin carriage awaiting, only it brings you to a different destination each time.

Whiskey mixers generally mean you end up at some twenty-four seven conbini chatting up the cashier to give you the karaage for a discounted price because you’ve ‘lost your wallet’. It’s never lost; Ushijima knows this because he’s chained it to your belt, lil lobster claw too rickety for your drunk fingers to maneuver.

Tequila shots are the killer; the ones that get his protective mode on overdrive, eyes scanning the streets littered with stumbling drunks until he finds his stumbling drunk.

It’s currently quarter to three, which means it’s been a solid twenty minutes since you’ve wandered off. If he calculates the rate of distance in your drunken state, you couldn’t have traveled that far— two streets down, at most. He hopes, anyways.

Ushijima doesn’t like going out, doesn’t quite get the appeal of being shoved into crowds of people in a cramped room with perspiration mixing with other spilled fluids coating sticky skin. ‘It’s just ‘cause you’re too la-’ a hiccup, a giggle, ‘large, ushi.’ is your usual response. ‘Take up too much space.’

Ushijima goes out because you go out, and when you go out, your Find My Friends icon seems to like playing Pac-Man, navigating through the map like you’ve got dots to clear past every street and building. It worries him. So he goes out.

Tequila shots usually bring you to another club, whichever looks the most bustling, because you flock to crowds, like moth to flame. It’s your first character flaw.

“I’m not that drunk,” he whips his head to see your frame swaying outside the queue of a club entrance, bouncer leaning in close, too close.

Your second character flaw is that you’re too friendly. You tell him he’s too cold, too curt, but he thinks you’re just too outgoing. This is what happens when you’re so sociable.

It only takes him two long strides to cross over the street, extend out one long arm over to your shoulder, and pull you into his chest. The bouncer looks up at him, neck craning probably more than he’s used to, before spitting on the floor and turning back.

“Toooooshi,” he doesn’t think his name has that many vowels, but you’re pawing at his shirt, trying and failing to slither an arm around his waist. “‘m hungry.”

This is standard, this is the usual routine. He’s used to this now, “let’s go home, we have food at home.” After the third night out, he’s made a habit out of cooking before you leave. Because you’re always hungry, you always— “want Maccas,” you’re giggling.

“McDonald’s is going to be closed.” It’s a fact, there’s a slim chance you’ll make it before three, no point in wasting time. Besides, there’s food at home.

But you’re tugging at his arm and dragging him down the street, and he’s letting you, because the best way to appease you is to let you see for yourself. You’re bouncing with excited chirps, skipping down the road with grace that will always impress him given the stilts attached to your feet.

McDonald’s is closed.

It’s like he said, so he allows you to pout and sulk for a minute, run a hand down your back in comfort, before taking out his phone to call a cab. He can feel your shoulder bump into his chest, hands fidgeting with the hem of your short dress, “what’s wrong?”

You’re blushing, cheeks tinting over with a light shade of pink illuminated by the bright yellow lights, and it’d be cute if he wasn’t worried. “What’s wrong?”

Another tug at the black fabric, eyelashes fluttering to point towards the wall, the sign; anywhere except him. “I need to pee.”

It comes out so quietly, so docile, a contrast to your otherwise boisterous drunken state. He leans down, face brushing past your hair until it’s only a mere inch away.

“What’s that?”

He watches as your glossed lips push out into a pout, huffing out a, “I need to pee, Toshi, I need the toilet.” Your heels clack on the gravel a few times as if to prove a point.

“I’m calling a cab right now,” he reassures you, “we’ll be home soon.”

You don’t seem reassured. You seem more anxious, if anything. “No, Toshi, I need to pee now,” he can feel your fingers fidgeting with his shirt, yanking the fabric in nervous twitches.

He watches you chew on your lip, willing a solution out from the pink gloss staining your teeth, any solution—

“Alley.”

It’s barely left his mouth before your head’s whipping to glance at the dark narrow street hidden behind the fast food joint. It’s tight, or maybe you’re right, he’s just too broad, but he barely fits down the cramped road.

You’re not moving, though, just staring up at him expectantly as if sending him a message, a signal. He doesn’t really get it. “It’s fine, there’s no one on the streets right now.”

Your bottom lip snags under your teeth, doe eyes looking up through fluttering lashes as you shake your head. The tint on your cheeks grow darker, and he takes a few steps forward, shadowing your smaller frame in his large silhouette. “I’ll block you, you can go now.”

Ushijima’s not the best with people, he’s always been told this. He knows it himself, but he thinks he knows you pretty well, at least.

He’s lost.

He’s waiting for you to say something, anything, an explanation for your odd behaviour, but instead he feels dainty fingers tug on his shirt again before shoving him lightly.

“Turn around,” you won’t look at him, eyes fixed on the broken bottle on the dingy alleyway floor, “Don’t look.”

People are a mystery to Ushijima, but at this moment, you are an enigma.

All 200 pounds of pure muscle on him is stagnant. He’s confused; he’s seen you naked, seen you from all angles in all sorts of positions, he’s brushed his teeth while you were using the toilet before— he doesn’t get it. So he tells you.

Your fists meekly punch at his arm, at his chest, wherever they can reach, “It’s embarrassing,” you’re pouting now, and he thinks it’s cute. Under any other circumstances he’d lean over and kiss you, but not right now. Right now he wants understand what’s going on up in your mind.

“Why?”

It sets you into a frustrated huff, cheeks puffing out before a dejected sigh, “fine, whatever,” and then you’re squatting down, finally, to his relief. Your dress is hitched up only a fraction before he hears the trickling, but you don’t stand up when it stops.

His whole body freezes at the feeling of a warm hand pawing at his crotch. “What are you doing?” He snatches your hand off by the wrist, pulling it into him to stand you up; you don’t stand up— you fall, on your knees in front of him.

He’s used to you being a handful when you’re drunk, used to you falling all over the place, but the alleyway is soiled, filthy, not entirely appropriate for the thoughts he’s having with you on your knees. So he’s trying again, reaching down to grab hold of both your hands this time, and lugging you up.

You don’t budge, don’t even glance up at him, and he has half the heart to reach down and carry you out, but another hand lands on his crotch again and it’s getting harder and harder to ignore the strain in his trousers.

“Toooooooshi,” you’re still not looking up at him, eyes fixated on the growing tent he’s presenting in front of your face. Another soft touch, another purr, and Ushijima knows he’s a lost cause.

He lets go of your wrists, bending down to wrap an arm around your knees and picks you up before standing you back up against the wall.

“Spread your legs.” It’s not really a suggestion.

He watches as you comply, thighs parting as far as the black lace still bound around them will allow, so he rips it down before pocketing it.

He can hear your whines of complaint, it’s your favourite pair, but it’s all drowned out with a gasp as he buries his face into your wet cunt. His hands wrap behind your thighs, large palms pushing them apart until they rest over his shoulders.

His tongue flicks up your drooling slit, lapping at the juices dribbling out your needy hole and down his chin. You’re whimpering now, hands shoving at his face, “stop, Toshi, I—” he looks up at you, gaze piercing through your flushed expression, “I just peed, ‘ts gross.”

“I know.”

“Toshi we’re—” a moan, nails digging into his scalp when he dips his tongue into your clenching hole, “in public, please,” your face whips to the side, anxiously scanning for passerby’s.

“I know,” he echos with a harsh squeeze of your thighs, fucking you down onto his tongue. He can feel a hand threading through his hair, gripping and pulling while the other is obediently clamped over your mouth in an attempt to muffle wanton moans.

“Toshi, stop,” you’re crying now, legs around his head trembling with every lap and lick into your dripping cunt, nose grazing that sensitive bud as he presses your body into the wall. The fingers meekly pushing at his face are chased by your hips bucking against it, and he can feel your hole clench around his muscle.

He doesn’t stop.

He doesn’t stop because he can feel you coming undone, feel your tight cunny quiver with every thrust— and you do, with a loud sob of his name, before he removes his hand from under to clamp over your mouth.

“You’re gonna get us caught,” he doesn’t think you can hear him, your eyes rolling back and tongue pressing into the pads of his fingers.

He can still see your hole quivering when he stands back up and unbuckles his trousers. His aching erection springs free with a tug of his waistband, snapping up and wetting his shirt with pre.

Normally he would’ve prepared you better, laid you on your back and fucked you on his tongue and thick fingers until you’re wailing his name, legs shaking with the overstimulation. But he doesn’t have that luxury now, doesn’t have the soft mattress, the plush bedding to sink you into; he only has the brick wall digging into your back in a dingy alleyway.

So he sinks his cock into your drooling cunt, pushing his cockhead through the first ring of muscle. There’s nails clawing at his shoulders, back of his neck, anywhere they can reach, anywhere they can grasp.

It’s tight, so tight he doesn’t think he can fit, thinks he should’ve prepared you after all, but one look down at your tear-stricken face crumbles any inhibitions. His hips snap forward in the same breath his large palms find themselves back under your thighs, lifting you up against the wall.

The jagged wall is probably digging into your back, and normally he would’ve tried to appease the pain, shift the angle so you’re more comfortable, but right now all he can think about are your doughy walls sucking his cock in, one slow inch at a time.

It’s excruciating how tight you are; by the third inch you’re throwing your head into the crook of his neck, nails digging into his back trying to ease the stretch— Ushijima’s trying, too; trying to make sure he doesn’t drown in the feel of your fluttering walls and snap his hips forward until he can feel the kiss of your cervix on his cockhead.

It doesn’t work, not when you’re chanting his name like a mantra, crying about how full you feel, how much he’s stretching you out— you can feel him in your stomach.

He drops your body down into the thrust of his hips and buries his cock to hilt. Five seconds, then ten, then thirty; he lets you catch your breath, catch his breath, before you’re whimpering in his ear begging him to move.

There’s no time for modesty, an alleyway is hardly the setting for soft gentle sex. With a vice grip in the flesh of your ass, he hugs you into his chest and steadies a hand on the wall behind you.

He can feel your legs attempt to wrap around the width of his hips, his waist, can feel you cooing soft moans into his ears, can hear you sobbing his name like it’s the only word you know. Every piston of his hip echoes in the cramped alleyway, heavy balls papping against your mound.

He’s breathing in your moans, letting himself drown in you desperate whines of his name, “cum in me, Toshi, fill me up”— he’s shoving your pliant body into the harsh wall, arm moving down from the jagged surface to grip the soft flesh under your thigh.

In one swift movement he’s pinned your knees to your ears, limp calves bouncing off his sturdy shoulders as he pounds into you at an unrelenting pace.

Your moans turn to sobs, wails of Toshi, Toshi, Toshi; his breaths turn to grunts into promises to breed you so good, fill you up with his cum until it’s dripping out of your sweet lil cunny. There’s mini crescents marking up the back of his neck, dark purples and yellows running up along yours as he suctions onto new blank patches of skin.

Loud, unrhythmic squelching echos in the alleyway, his arms bouncing you onto his length until you twitch, spasm around his cock, and you’re coming undone for the second time that night with his name spilling out in broken sobs.

Ushijima doesn’t stop, fucks you through your squeals and shoves until he feels your greedy cunt milking his cock again, then he’s spilling into you with hot ropes of cum.

He doesn’t stop until your body’s gone pliant caged inside his, knees still pushed against the wall and saliva dribbling past your lolling tongue down to your messy pussy, mixing with creams of cum and slick and drool.

One limb at a time, he unfolds you and carries you in his arms, cradling your limp body into his chest. He looks down, admires your hazy gaze, pupils blown, and presses a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

A soft hum leaves your lips, or maybe a giggle, but you’re squirming in his arms, body leaning up until he can feel your soft lips grazing his ear.

“Toooshi,” you drawl, and he almost chokes at how fucked out you sound, the rasp in your voice sending dangerous jolts down to his no longer softening cock.

“Hm?” He’s debating on flagging a cab instead of calling one; can’t really reach into his pocket when you’re in his arms.

“Want Maccas.”

#ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushiwaka x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #tw: exhibitionism #tw: omorashi #weese's birthday bash #wow that's the most legitimately i've ever tagged anything #no dubcon? no incest? no somno???#proper mental #a new milestone for me truly #this is genuinely the softest fluffiest thing you'll get outta me #i'm sorry please don't ask me to write anything like this #this was brewed from my undying love for weese and that's the only reason i could've concocted this #i promise u i couldn't write something this soft ever again if u asked me to #n e ways I LOVE U TIL DA END OF D EARTH WEESE #THANK U SO MUCH FOR BRINGING ALL OF US TOGETHER #YOU ARE THE RESON I'M ON HERE #YOU ARE THE REASON I'VE MET MY BEST FRIENDS #YOU'VE MADE THIS WEIRD TIME IN MY LIFE FUCKING INSANE AND UNFORGETTABLE #wow that sounds like i'm leaving #I'M NOT I'M JUST SAYING; THANK U FOR BEING U #THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE FOR US EVERYDAY; FOR BEING AN ABSOLUTE LIGHT IN OUR LIVES #I HAVE NO WORDS TO EXPRESS MY LOVE SO JUST TAKE THIS FIC #take this masterlist as a token of our appreciation and love for u bb #i hope i didn’t mischaracterize ur husband 2222 much <33 oopsies hhh

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missmorosis · 3 years

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piggyback rides

-> feat. bokuto, oikawa, kuroo, and nishinoya

word count: 1.1k (all together)

genre: fluff & maybe a hiinnt of crack??

HSHDJD I WOULD LOVE A PIGGYBACK RIDE

Bokuto’s favorite thing to do is give you a piggyback ride. You don’t even have to ask; it’s a given once you’re in a relationship. Even before you were dating, he was always seen with you as a human backpack.

The two of you were walking home from school, both definitely tired from all the mental strain that schoolwork was bound to bring.

“Kouuu-” you started, about to complain about the busload of homework you had to do, but Bokuto interrupted you before you could say anything.

“Can I carry you?” He looked down at you and smiled.

“Oh- yes please,” you said, sighing with relief. Your feet were starting to hurt, and you were definitely tired of walking. Thankfully, you had a strong and loving boyfriend who was more than happy to help you out.

“Ready?” he asked, looking back at you with a goofy grin. You gave him a reassuring nod, and he turned around so you could hop onto his back, and you obliged. Quickly adjusting so he could properly carry you, he hummed a random tune softly- which sounded suspiciously like a pop song on the radio- as he walked on the sidewalk, occasionally kicking a rock or two along the way. “Do you think we can get home in five minutes?” he quipped, and you shook your head.

“I- it’s a five minute drive, no way you could walk that fas-” He grinned before pulling you up higher, adjusting his grip. “kOUTAROUUUU-” He started running like there was no tomorrow, and you could barely hang on. “Wait- slow down-” you begged breathlessly, clutching onto his shoulders as tight as you can.

He was faster than you thought.

“Five minutes, start the clock,” he huffed as you screamed.

“I CAN’T TIME YOU WITHOUT GETTING MY PHONE, AND I CAN’T GET MY PHONE WITHOUT FALLING OFF.”

“Oh. Right.”

You always looked forward to your daily walk with Oikawa. It seemed like your boyfriend was always busy, yet he always managed to make time for a quick walk around your neighborhood.

However, there were days where you preferred to spend time with him watching a movie, or doing something that didn’t require as much energy. You couldn’t help it: you were a lazy person at times.

“Can we stay in today instead of walking?” you whined, pulling your hands in front of your face to show how tired you were. You flopped onto the couch, leaning back in a lazy manner.

“Nope.” He grabbed your arms, forcing you up, but you just forcefully flopped back down.

“Please?”

“No, come on, Y/N,” he smiled his pretty, irresistible smile at you, and you sighed. You could never argue with how almost-hypnotic his smile was. You swore it was some sort of magic.

“Carry me then,” you said, half-jokingly.

“Gladly.” He sat down on the couch, making it easier for you to climb on. He gestured to his back, and you twisted your head to look him in the eye.

“Seriously?”

“Yup. Let’s go get some fresh air or something,” his eyes sparkled. Reluctantly agreeing, you hopped onto his back, and he supported you properly before getting up and out the door. It seemed like carrying you was no big deal to him; you were merely a human backpack and you smiled at the thought.

The wind really did feel good, and it was nice to get out of the house, not that you would admit it, of course.

“So, where to?” You hummed in thought for a second before responding.

“Anywhere you want, my taxi. Beep beep.”

“Honk honk.”

You always waited for Kuroo’s practice to end so you could walk home together, especially because you didn’t want to walk alone. However, the day proved to be draining, and you just wanted to flop onto your bed, but alas, you had to wait hours for your boyfriend to be finished with his practice.

“Hey, Y/N!” He waved, smiling when he spotted you lounging around, scrolling on your phone as you waited for him. When you heard your name, you clicked your phone off and waved back. He jogged over to you, and the two of you began your walk home.

“Tetsurouuu, I’m so tired.” You trudged your legs forward, scraping your feet along the sidewalk for an exaggerated effect.

“Hop on, then.” He squatted down, and you hesitated. What if you were too heavy? What if you fell off and looked like a fool?

“Please hurry, I look stupid standing here like this.” You giggled, rolling your eyes before hopping onto him eventually. He pulled you higher and smirked as he pat your butt lovingly.

“Tetsurou-”

“Fine, fine.” You could hear the smile in his voice without even looking at his face. “Let’s go.” Sighing, you wrapped your arms around his chest.

“Time to go home.” Finally, you were able to relax, joyfully awaiting the moment you could just pass out on your ever-so-comfortable bed.

“What if I just walked slowly to annoy you?” He suddenly stopped his fast, long paces and started going at a speed comparable to a turtle. He shuffled his feet, making small steps instead of his usual big ones. You huffed; maybe getting on Kuroo’s back was a bad idea.

“I’m getting off-” you voiced, but Kuroo cut you off.

“Nope, you aren’t.” He hugged your legs tight, making it impossible to get off his back on your own.

“You’re insufferable,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes.

“You love it.” He smirked; you couldn't even deny it.

"Hey! Y/N!" Nishinoya came running towards you, and from the looks of it, he was fresh put of practice. Sweat glistened on his forehead, but he looked happy. A determined look on his face made you raise your eyebrows.

"What's up-"

“Can I try carrying you? Tanaka and the others placed bets saying I wasn't strong enough to do anything, let alone carry a lerson, but I want to prove them wrong. You were the first person I thought of, soo can I?” the boy asked, his voice full of energy. “I swear I can!” You laughed in doubt, but loved the determination.

“You can try.” He shook his head, clearly believing that he was more than capable enough. So what if he was shorter than the rest of his teammates? That meant nothing to him, and you gave him points for that.

“Jump on!” He eagerly squatted down, waiting for you to hop on. You obliged, hooking your body around his, and he struggled to get back up to the standing position.

“You okay?” You rested your head on his shoulder.

“Y-yup.” His voice was too strained to be normal.

He lasted five seconds.

noyas was so short for what HWJSJD

anyways i offer this besties 😌😌 GOOD NIGHTTTDDJDJ

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realcube · 3 years

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haikyuu!! characters with a chubby! s/o 💗

characters: tsukishima, oikawa, atsumu, osamu & suna

thank you anon for this cute request 🥺

tw// comfort, fluff, angst if you squint, insecure! reader, swearing, they/them reader but reader wears a dress (in osamu’s)

(a/n): anon requested comfort but i feel bad bc i’m writing this like ‘no, (y/n)! stop being sad! you’re beautiful! 😡’ then i remember that i can just select+delete the pain away💗💖

Kei Tsukishima

let’s not pretend like tsukki gives a fuck what you look like tbh ✋

like nobody is ‘perfect’ and everyone is insecure (to varying degrees) so why would he care about your weight?

nobody ticks every single box to meet society’s definition of ‘beauty’

plus, tsukki thought beauty standards were stupid away so he created his own - and you meet every single one 💖

in fact, almost everyone meets his beauty standards - besides himself ‘:)

he seriously doesn’t care about your weight tbh, it’s the most trivial thing so why would he care?

although, he wasn’t naïve enough to think that everyone was like-minded

your front of ‘i don’t care about what other people think of me’ was strong enough to fool even the most observant of poeple, including tsukki

however, tsukishima failed to take into consideration that you were his girlfriend, meaning that you could be playing the same game as him; ‘pretend to not care about superficial things like beauty so nobody will think for a second that you are insecure about your body’

he wasn’t one to give compliments but neither were you tbh so the mutual agreement y’all have of ‘let’s call each other names as a form of endearment to avoid those awkward moments were you are looking for the right words for praise but can’t come up with anything’ was fair

but after you accidentally sent him a self-deprecating ‘joke’ message that was clearly meant for a friend, he never passed up the opportunity to compliment you ever again

like he kinda just stared at the message like 😮 ‘does (y/n) seriously care about their weight? why? it doesn’t even matter. how stupid! who told them that the shape of their body is important? bc it’s not..’

then he turns to look in the mirror like ‘wow you srsly need to put on muscle, lanky bitch. or else (y/n) will probably leave you for some built jackass like kuroo. pick up some weights, noodle arms!’

anyway, he’s not too good with words and comfort in situations like these but he’ll probably reply to your text with something out-of-character and surprisingly sweet

to paraphrase (bc the actual text would probably be like a whole damn persuasive essay LMAO he starts with the introduction, makes five points and finishes with a conclusion pfft) , i think it would be something like: ‘hey, (y/n). ik that text was probably meant for one of your friends (but if they’re the ones making you feel bad about your weight then you should probably drop those toxic cunts anyway 💅✨) but i just wanted to say that even though you are the biggest clown i’ve ever met (/j) you’re still v beautiful 💗 stop being insecure or i’ll pass away ⚰💀 ok thx love you bye’

Tōru Oikawa

how are you insecure if you’re dating oikawa? /j

like he is such a hypeman

whenever y’all take pics in your ✨fancy outfits ✨ for formal event, he acts as though you are second most beautiful thing on the face of this earth 😍 (second to him ofc)

but he only does that so he can keep up the reputation he has of being effortlessly confident bc he’s scared that if it slips for even a second, everyone will see how truly insecure he is

truthfully, in his eyes, you come first place by miles (❤ ω ❤)

like srsly, you’re so gorgeous in that dress!! he hopes that you know that he is joking about the whole ‘second place’ thing bc you should be able to tell by the way he looks at you that you’re genuinely the most striking person he’s ever laid his eyes on

you never acted overly confident in front of him but he definitely didn’t think you were as insecure as you are

he thought you were just..humble :)

sometimes he’d hear you mutter something mean about yourself as you passed the mirror but he paid no mind to it as he figured that you just cared about your appearance and wanted to maintain a certain image

however, once he was made aware that you didn’t want to maintain your image but rather, change it - he never let you murmur anything nasty about yourself under your breath ever again, not without proceeding to tackle you to the ground and shower you with his love, affection & praise 💞💕❤

and he never made a ‘second place’ joke ever again, he started his honesty streak by reassuring you that you’ll always be the number one in his eyes 🤩

also, after that, he was a lot more open about his own insecurities with you and you made sure to respect them and help him in a similar way that he did

there is just so much love and admiration between the two of you and at first you were both to shy to express it but now, you both are showering each other in compliments 24/7 bc you both just want the other one to know how perfect you view them as (❁´◡`❁)

Atsumu Miya

atsumu is a hypeman like oikawa but...better :)

IT’S BC HE HAS NO SHAME

he’ll compliment you on anything you wear and he makes it a point to use the most inappropriate compliment as possible, relative to the outfit you’re wearing

so if you’re wearing your pyjamas, he’ll call you ‘glamourous’

if you are wearing a swimsuit, he’ll call you ‘elegant’

if you’re in your work clothes/school uniform, he’ll call you ‘sexy’

and if you’re in lingerie, he’ll call you ‘adorable’

but it makes you blush so hey, no complaints

so when he finds out that you’re actually insecure about your weight, he’s just like ‘no ❤’

like he hates the idea that when you look in the mirror, you don’t see the god(dess) he sees

like why? it’s the same person

💞 fuck ‘perception’ 💞

💕 ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ TF YOU ARE THE FUCKING BEAUTY💕

grrr he was so mad

but he was also soft

he was like ‘if (y/n) insecure? then why hot? then why pretty? then why fit perfectly into my arms?’

plus, THIGHS

he’d never diss a person bc they had small thighs or anything BUT he’d also NEVER complain about being given the chance to be with someone with some good thighs 👍

tbh the best could do to help was compliment you ten times harder to eliMINATE ALL YOUR INSECURIES

(and ofc i don’t mean that in a way - for example - if you’re insecure about your nose, he’ll fkn chop it off......he won’t chop your nose off LMAO he’ll just show you how much he loves it, to the point where you have no choice but to love it too ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ )

anyway, plz love (or at least, tolerate) yourself or else he’ll suffocate you with all his love and affection :D

Osamu Miya

osamu is at a loss when it comes to typical beauty standards tbh

to him, weight (and most things) are similar to..hand size, for example

just like how you can’t imagine someone feeling self-conscious about the size of their hand (especially if their hand is a healthy size)

he can’t imagine why some one would be shamed for their weight (especially if they’re a healthy size)

so had no idea you could possibly be insecure about something like that and he probably on realised after a few years in the relationship 😅

there was a formal event coming up and y’all were going as dates so you wanted to shop for outfits together

as couples do ✌

anyway, he was on a dress site, scrolling away until you pointed out one that you thought was pretty - and it matched the color of the tie osamu bought too!

it was a fair price (for a formal dress 🙄 which is probably like $68/50) so osamu was like ‘buy it then ( •̀ ω •́ )✧’ bc he thought it would so gorgeous on you

but you were like ‘no’

and after he pried further, you explained how you thought it wouldn’t ‘suit your body type’

GRRR HE dislikes IT WHEN PPL SAY THIS SO MUCH BC HOE YOU DON’T HAVE A BODY TYPE YOU’VE GOT A BODY 😡💕 WEAR THE DAMN DRESS IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BEAUTIFUL

but like deadass it’s not your blood type- it’s just a thing ppl made up to make ppl (mostly women) feel bad about themselves for no reason

but that might just be his inner atsumu talking 🤷‍♂️

he didn’t even know what to say at first- he was just like ????? body type ????

but once he figured out what you meant, he still had no idea what to say- at least, without sounding rude

what if someone came up to you and told you they were insecure about the shape of their knee.......what do you even say???

so he was silent for like the rest of the day

you decided to give him some space just in case something happened which had upset him

he had no idea what to say, in all honesty, so he hoped that his actions spoke louder than words

around 3 days had passed since you last spoke to osamu and you were beginning to think something you had said made him uncomfortable

you were studying in your room until there was a ring at your door so you rushed downstairs and you opened it to reveal a package sitting on your doormat

you had recently ordered some cleaning equipment so you were sure that the content of the package was probably that

so imagine your surprise when you tear it open to reveal — you guessed it — the dress 💕

Rintarō Suna

when he says that he doesn’t care what ppl look like, he means it

he upkeeps his own appearance though bc..it’s his!

like why would he care about what weight you are? that’s none of his business

as you can tell, he’s generally not shallow but sometimes when y’all are just cuddling and your face is pressed to his chest, the words ‘you’re so cute’ just fall from his lips

so ofc he appreciates compliments over his skills, personality, humour etc over flattery about his appearance

hence, the praise he gives you is usually based around those things too bc he just thinks that you’re just like him in the fact you don’t appreciate skin-deep comments

so when he found out that you’re actually insecure about your weight (or something else), he kinda blames himself

he thinks that the whole reason you’re not extremely confident in your appearance is all due to him and the fact he fact he maybe didn’t compliment you on your looks enough — but that’s not to say that he doesn’t think you’re beautiful

you’re the most radiant person he’s ever laid his eyes on and he thought you knew that regardless of whether he vocalised it or not

he wasn’t really sure what to do tbh

bc he loved you and wanted to comfort you ofc but he was scared of making things worse

like what if something he says accidentally makes you so upset that you break-up with him 😭

but he knew he couldn’t just stay silent about the issue, especially when he wanted to say to much

thus, he sent you a heartfelt message on discord

(rather than snap, whatsapp etc so he could edit it after he posts it bc knowing him, he’ll probably write something, reread it ten times then as soon as he hits send, he spots a bunch of mistakes)

and he’d explain how you’re simply divine regardless of your insecurity and if anything, it just makes you cuter 😍

ok ok so i really don’t want it so seem like he has a fetish bc HE DOESN’T

but he think your curves are so fun and pretty ❤

like everything about you is pretty but suna just can’t comprehend why you’re insecure about something like your weight when he literally adores it (bc he adores everything about you)

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yoimix · 3 years

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haikyuu!! as types of best friends.

➼ ft. hinata, sugawara, bokuto, osamu+atsumu.

➼ playlist. talk too much - coin, higher - banks, romanticism - mrs green apple, me and my friends - james vincent mcmorrow

➼ a/n. these have light bff2l undertones hhn i love that trope, pls forgive me. </3 + there’s some timeskip spoilers for atsumu & osamu’s part.

❀ hinata :-

i wish the childhood best friends trope a very good evening.

no one’s better than hinata at making friends, even if you met after he spiked a ball into your face. you’re childhood best friends too !! so imagine being a child and having to pick up this goofball by the scruff, who has the audacity to ask you to play with him after giving you a scratched up forehead and teary eyes from a ball to the face. but, like, you were the one who said yes so it’s on you :-)

sometimes you bicker but it’s ok bc he would literally go to the ends of the earth for you if you asked. no kidding. he hates sitting still anyway so he’ll just gravitate towards where you are like you’re the sun. also gets you taiyaki in the evenings but climbs in through your window instead of using the front door like a normal person. (he has too much energy </3) if you hear someone yelling your name outside your window and ranting about volleyball games, you know who it is.

ok when he makes you mad with his bullheadedness, you'll be complaining with kageyama (who agrees vehemently) and hinata gets pissy bc you get along a little too well when you're throwing insults about him. (he's not jealous, no, of course not.) but.. how long can you stay mad at this sunshine child anyway?? you'll be pretending you never got mad at all within a few hours and go back to joking around.

he gets distracted if you're watching a match sometimes (bokuto somehow got it into his head that he needs to show off in front of you) so you got banned from watching. he overcomes it later on so you can cheer him on in his jersey too <3

gives you ALL his attention when you talk or even complain about your life. he reacts a lot to whatever you have to say so you have to pretend there aren’t people behind you glaring at hinata for having the same decibel sound level as a jet engine.

you have matching keychains you bought at a local fair !!! (you got a pochacco one for hinata but it’s super worn out by now so he keeps it in his wallet instead.)

he has not won a single multiplayer video game against you (*cough cough* mario kart *cough*) and you don’t even have to be good at it. if you call him a loser, he’ll lose even harder. gets unnecessarily mad at just dance and you have to calm him down.

... you’ve probably kissed bc the two of you (mostly him) were too eager for a first kiss and you got fed up with his pubescent ramblings and ended up kissing him. and then had an early mid-life crisis bc you guys are definitely just friends. (unless.. unless he doesn’t think that way.. surprise surprise 😳) also he's.. kind of bad for make out practice... it’s like kissing a month old puppy.. sorry :/. if you happen to make a lot of offhand comments and tease him about his kissing skills, he WILL turn tomato red and argue in gibberish. only do that in private bc the rest of the world thinks you’re sickeningly cute together >:(

overall, your best friend is a ball of sunshine (who occasionally pisses you off) and your #1 motivation to get out of bed. it's mostly bc he's somehow there to get you out of bed though you've repeatedly told him to not climb in through your window. at least the sun is smiling upon you every day <3

❀ sugawara :-

being best friends with him is such a secure relation !!

he’s your soft place to fall but also would provide gentle (not so gentle) reminders for your wellbeing (STUDY!!! WATER!!!! BREAKFAST!!). doesn’t get mad when you say you skipped breakfast but gives you this look of disappointment which is 100x more effective. still gets a granola bar for you though. also he literally carries bandaids for u and he’s been doing that since second grade bc you fell off the swing ONCE. you know, just in case. if you’re an accident-prone hazard to society, you’re in luck.

BEST HUGS especially if you had a rough day and want to sob into his shoulder. if u damage his $85 hoodie tho, he will make u do his laundry and also buy snacks for him. but like he is so soft (his skin is SUPER soft bc he actually follows a skincare routine now) and cuddly like a teddy bear, it's a small price to pay for salvation.

he will hype you up for anything you do !!!! new outfit? offers to be your personal photographer. scored an A+? will treat u to your fav ice-cream. new job? will tell everyone just how proud he is.

ALWAYS shares the last bite with you and smiles to himself when you eat it so contented. also!!! hanging out at cafes and taking cute pictures is a must <3 even though you’re not dating, you’ll have photos together that make you look a real couple which ensue teasing from daichi and asahi and admiration/jealousy from noya and tanaka. also he gets weirdly protective of you around the team (i’m looking at the moron quartet) and you have to pull the “koushi you’re not my mom” card. it really strikes a chord with him when you say that out loud.

will egg your ex's house with you if you say the word. somehow gets more pissed than you at your ex (if they're a shitty one). it's kind of scary when he's mad too so.... good luck calming him down. he's also really good at sarcastic trash talk so if you happen to meet your ex on the street... send prayers for their self-esteem.

you don't really fight often but if you happen to disagree, he'll go about it in a pretty mature way and talk it out. if you pick a fight on purpose, he'll catch on to it and either tickle you (excessively) or flick your forehead as punishment for trying to rile him up. it’s impossible to prank him!!!!! it’s like he’s got a sixth sense or something so you might as well give up on anything of the sort.

you said you want to get a dog (or cat) with him in the near future and he somehow equated that to having children. turned bright red and started saying it’s too soon to be thinking of that while you had daichi stop you from smacking some sense into your overly imaginative best friend. (i mean, you do need to live together if you want to raise a pet sooo)

his lockscreen is a picture of the two of you so a lot of people who try to hit on him take the hint quick. he says it’s unintentional but you know he can be terribly scheming at times. if you say something like “why don’t you date me for real, coward” he will malfunction and not be able to look you in the eye. (“don’t joke around, y/n” “what if i’m not” “it kind of feels illegal to date you” “what do you mean?!💢”)

anyway you are one lucky mf if you have sugawara koushi as your best friend even if there are both ups and downs (mostly ups). having someone care for you so blatantly certainly makes the question of romance arise but you’re content with the most loving best friend ever.

❀ bokuto :-

you guys are the “two best friends in a room, we might kiss” “yes we will” “what” type of best friends PLS

it doesn’t matter what stage of life you met him, it’ll feel like you’ve been best friends since the beginning of time.

it’s just so easy to make friends with this airhead and by god’s gift, you cannot physically get annoyed at this man. sometimes his friends will complain about him being forgetful or blunt but you’re just there like. yeah. that’s bokuto. love him for it. (you seem to have a lot of patience.)

he probably gets into trouble with authority unwittingly, so save your weekends to sweet talk his way out after accidentally implying the coach has a weak mindset. afterwards, you go get ice cream or something and hang out at the dog park to forget it happened. (the amount of second hand embarrassment bokuto has given you though... you need some hard drugs to forget all of it.)

you probably make a lot of friends through him in high school/college but at the end of the day, it’s just you and him and sometimes akaashi making sure you guys are alive. if you guys are alone together on a friday night, you’ll still be having fun!! very often, it takes shape as karaoke :-) bokuto thinks he’s really great at rapping for some reason (he’s not) so cue you screaming the lyrics in an attempt to ruin your part of the song equally. also he always sets the key wrong??? although you sing the same songs each time?? sometimes he picks a song neither of you have ever heard and the both of you try to guess the melody. he’s terrible at it but at least he’s funny. there’s not a single song he hasn’t had a voice crack in.

if you go clubbing/partying with him, get prepared to be introduced as the friend of “the guy who did four keg stands in a row before proceeding to do a cartwheel unprompted and somehow not throw up”. is on first name basis with the bartenders/hosts and gets you free drinks. also gets hit on often but is oblivious unless they’re being very straightforward. if he’s not into them... you have to pull the s/o card and save his ass. oh also he barks at anyone that gets near your drink.

will always exaggerate when introducing you to new people. “y/n and i met when i saved them from drowning a terrible death.” “it was the children’s pool and you were the one that was screaming.” “and then y/n didn’t really thank me but it’s not like heroes need thanks to do the right thing.” “kou, i will push you into a pool right now, let’s see how well you swim.” (he learned swimming to impress you so joke’s on you.)

he likes to watch you do stuff at the end of the day, so if you see him go o_o at you doing homework, you can just put your earphones on and focus on your work. even if he’s making.. a strangely.. adorable expression. also LOVES to listen to you talk about your day when he’s tired, he says it helps him sleep better (so expect a lot of nighttime calls). moreover, if you say you had a bad dream, he’ll comfort you with his ridiculously confident tone of voice (unless the dream was about something bad happening to him, then he’ll freak out and you’ll have to comfort him instead </3)

ok one thing that’s annoying about him is that he probably leaves food crumbs over your stuff like laptop, bed sheet, etc. you clean it up but bokuto.. is a bit... distracted to notice the mess he’s making. it’s usually pretty difficult to get him to be more aware, but like your glare is enough to make him at least try to be careful from the next time. (either that or he’s become sensitive to your change in mood/emotions bc you know... you’re best friends after all.)

i’m not gonna lie, he probably catches feelings for you at some point. he wants to, like, keep it lowkey bc akaashi told him to take your feelings into consideration too but?? it’s so hard?? you’re literally so pretty?? everything you say is like music to him??? he reacts reflexively to all the firecracker feelings u give him. he probably says he likes you all the time but you dismiss it with “as a friend right :-)”. there’s no climbing up from that one, sorry bokuto.

to summarize, if a moody golden retriever was your human best friend.exe

❀ miya twins :-

they feel like a set. it would be strange to have one of the twins as a bff and not have the other one around whoops 🤷‍♀️

either you and osamu bully atsumu in your free time, or you and atsumu annoy osamu for fun (or both) <3. it’s always a good idea to team up with osamu and prank atsumu for fun btw. (put wasabi in his breakfast pancakes and you’ll get a very pissed off but weirdly cute tsumtsum. you can blame it on osamu if you don’t want to face his wrath.) your alternative is to embarrass osamu in front of strangers with atsumu, have fun with that. (second hand embarrassment also works.)

when you were younger, you pretended to not be able to distinguish the twins bc it would visibly rile atsumu up and then you’d go “ok you’re atsumu”... which would further rile him up. osamu got used to your shenanigans though it ticked him off the first time too LOL. call them the wrong name on purpose and they’ll start a riot; be careful when you’re playing with fire pls.

you guys played a lot of knight and prince/princess/royal when you were a kid and atsumu would always try to make osamu the evil dragon holding you captive. in the end, you were somehow the knight, osamu the prince to be rescued and atsumu the big, bad dragon. (it’s kind of funny in hindsight. your parents have photographs of the three of you fighting like no tomorrow.) also speaking of which, your parents are also friends and have bets on which twin you’ll marry (or if you will at all). it’s tearing your parents’ friendship apart.

these two have DEFINITELY fought over whose jersey number you’re going to wear to the games ( “oi, ‘samu, stop brainwashing my best friend into wearing your stupid double digit number” “you know i’m the best friend, ‘tsumu. they clearly like me better over yer ratty ass.” “what did ya say?!?!? if anything, you’re the one that looks like ratatouille.”) you wore kita's jersey number to games.

imagine sunday picnics with the boys !!! by that, i specifically mean osamu and his perfect bento boxes <3 sometimes the two of you will cook together before your outings while a sulking atsumu stands outside bc you didn’t let him. (let him in, you monsters.) he says he can cook too but the last time the twins’ bickering almost burnt the whole kitchen down. the picnics continue well into adulthood and you get to diss your boss to the twins who will always support your rants. (sometimes atsumu will tell you it’s your fault but you can smack him off. we only need supportive besties here 🙄)

if someone hurts u.... they’re going to need divine intervention to be safe... you have two well-built, physically adept best friends ready to beat the shit out of anyone who deliberately breaks ur heart.

when the twins get into a physical fight...... oh boy. it kinda pisses you off that they’re spewing profanity at each other and you’re the one getting glares. but at the same time, you don’t really want to step into a fight that has nothing to do with you. people should solve their interpersonal issues on their own. they have never fought over you, this isn’t twilight <3

but the question did come up once on which twin you like better; it’s not something to seriously fight over though. if you chose osamu, atsumu will complain for six days straight and you’ll start to regret ever answering the question. if you say atsumu, osamu won’t feed you his onigiri anymore for a few days which is just as bad. the safest choice is to say neither bc it will both be funny and you won’t suffer too many consequences. if you say you love the both of them for being your best friends all this time and go all mushy, there’s a slight chance they’ll go soft too. god help you from the bone crushing hug you’re about to receive 🙏

you make sure to not miss any of atsumu’s official games !! sometimes he’ll wave at you and make the reporters give you hell bc he’s a little shit. just push osamu to them and run away if it gets that bad. (he gets free advertising for his shop, he should be grateful.)

osamu is super good at cheering you up!!! whether it’s with food or with pleasant talk, you’ll be feeling much better with a full stomach and a calmer state of mind. as for atsumu, he’s really good at you cheering you up by distracting you. he’ll talk about his team or this new serve he learnt and the world will seem a lot brighter bc he seems so happy about it. whichever twin you go to, it’s win-win.

in return, the twins take up a good chunk of your time. sometimes atsumu will crash at your place after a game though you’ve told him to not lead the damn reporters here. osamu makes you taste test his experimental onigiri... which are not always good..... no seriously, why’d he put honey and tuna in there ?? but still, your life is ridiculously colorful with them around.

anyway, what can i say except what’s better than one best friend?? two best friends !!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #bokuto x reader #sugawara x reader #hinata x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #atsumu #osamu #bokuto #sugawara #hinata #rosemi.hcs #kind of all over the place but it's about the vibes thank you #feel free to correct any typos i made im about to pass out gn ;-;

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haikyuu characters taking care of you when you’re sick headcanons!

reader: gender neutral

featuring: akaashi keiji, bokuto kotarou, iwaizumi hajime, and sugawara koushi

warnings: petnames? (sweetheart, angel)

a/n: feel free to request something!!

akaashi keiji

school was stressful and one of the only people who can help lift his mood a bit was you

but for some odd reason, akaashi couldn’t find you at all throughout the school day

he texted you a few times to ask where you were but you just weren’t responding. he even facetimed you during his lunch break

unfortunately, you didn’t respond to any of his means of communication which meant there was only one more thing he could do

after school, he decided to head to your place between the short break he had before practice started

when he arrived he found you passed out on your bed with a high fever with a warm wet towel on your forehead that needed to be changed

“y/n. y/n. wake up, it’s me.”

akaashi woke you up so he could help you as much as he could

when you saw him, you weakly smiled and akaashi felt a bit of relief seeing you respond to him

he bent down by the side of your bed and took your hand

“after i change the towel i’m gonna head out to the convenience store to get some medication. you can wait for me, right, angel?” (bye i love him)

you nod your head and he smiles lightly at the gesture then gets to work.

he gets a bowl of fresh cold water and a new towel and replaces the one on your forehead before heading out to the convenience store down the street

he finds some medicine and brings them back to your place and finds you sleeping soundly in your bed once again

he hates that he has to wake you up again but wants you get better as soon as possible

you sat up in your bed and take the medicine he bought for you

after you take the medicine, he waits for you to fall asleep while holding your hand

honestly he doesn’t want to leave but he knows his team also needs him during practice

he stays with you a little longer before changing your towel once again and heading out to practice

bokuto wouldn’t stop asking him why he was late

bokuto kōtarō

you loved your himbo a lot, so much that you’d go to his practice even when you feel like you’re about to pass out

you wanted to support your boyfriend even during practice so you decided to do some studying while doing so

finals were near and you had been overworking yourself more than you needed

bokuto might not seem perceptive, but he always is especially when it comes to you

he was happy you attended practice because it always motivates him to do his best but he knew something was up when you weren’t as energetic or giving him the same energy back

you looked a bit tired and bokuto suggested you get home and get some rest but you declined

while sitting on the sidelines and doing homework, your surroundings suddenly became blurry and your body felt heavy

bokuto glanced in your direction to see how you were doing and noticed how you were struggling to sit up straight

he ran up to you to make sure you were okay

“y/n, you okay?”

you could barely lift your eyelids but managed to nod before slumping in his lap

he touched your forehead with the back of his hand and realized you were burning up

hair immediately deflates- he’s upset that you’d deny your current health for just for him :(

the infirmary closed early today so bokuto ended up carrying you on his back to your place. akaashi also tagged along to carry your stuff (the team is grateful for you since you always help with bokutos mood swings but its more than that) anyways akaahsi wanted to help

you said you could walk yourself but bokuto insisted. he wasn’t sure but he swears he felt you smile against his back (aw u cutie)

on the way to your place, akaashi swung by the convenience store and picked up some medicine for you

when you guys finally got to your place, akaashi dropped your stuff off along with the medicine then left y’all alone (somehow trusted bokuto with your life)

bokuto was literally being so gentle with you though and wanted to help you with everything but you said you could do it

you took the medicine and he helped get you ready for bed

he stayed with you for as long as he could even though you really were fine, just needed rest

iwaizumi hajime

you and iwaizumi had plans to hangout this weekend

unfortunately, you had caught the the sniffles with a pounding headache and fever so you decided to text iwaizumi you wouldn’t be able to make it

iwaizumi: do you want me to come over instead?

you: no it’s contagious i don’t want to give it to you :(

iwaizumi: do you need medicine

you: i already took some

you: that said, don’t come over zumi, i’ll see you soon ❤︎

sweetheart, it’s a given that he won’t listen, so of course he came over right away

he thinks it’s his duty to take care of you at all times

on his way to your house though, he buys you a delicious healthy meal from your favorite restaurant so you could at least eat something good while resting

when he arrives unannounced, you’re sleeping soundly in your bedroom but when he feels your forehead it’s piping hot

you were sick home alone and you didn’t want him to come over just because you were contagious? you’re a 100 years too early to be worrying about that

iwaizumi wakes you up gently by rubbing your arm

“zumi, is that you?”

“have you eaten anything today?”

gets straight to the point, wants to make sure you’re on the right path to recovery

well you didn’t have much of an appetite so you said no and then you smell the food he brought for you

you smile lightly as you sit up in your bed. even though you weren’t hungry there was no way you were going to pass up on the food iwaizumi brought you

after you ate as much as you could, iwaizumi stayed by your side as you fell asleep again

he accidentally fell asleep too while holding your hand

sugawara koushi

sugawara was always up to something, it doesn’t matter what it is

you weren’t answering any of your texts today and was MIA from social media

so suga decided to surprise you while you were at home but when he arrived to your house, no one answered the door

it was only 4pm so someone should’ve been able to open the door but since no one did, suga entered himself

“excuse me!”

the only reply he got was the audio from a tv and quiet snores from the couch.

he walked over to the couch and found you sleeping soundly with tissues and medicine for colds littering around you

it wasn’t hard to deduce that you were sick

you woke up from the pressure you felt on your forehead from sugas hand. he didn’t mean to wake you up, but he wanted to check your fever

“koushi?”

“how are you feeling, sweetheart?” he said quietly with a smile

now that he was here, he wasn’t going to go back home until he helped you as much as he could and you knew that. so you told him your symptoms

even though you were sick, that won’t stop him from teasing you especially after he learned how you got sick in the first place

but suga was caring nonetheless, so he decided to use your kitchen to make you rice porridge since you hadn’t eaten anything beneficial today

you eat the rice porridge he makes for you as he cleans up the space around you

he makes sure you’re drinking enough water and not neglecting your body from what it needs

suga even helps you get to your bedroom so you can sleep comfortably even when you told him you could go yourself

gives you a cold towel to put on your head to help reduce your fever

he rubs circles on your palms to help you fall asleep, it’s very soothing

bye i love them all, hope these were good!!

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Hug Fairy

Pair: m/m JoffeAtsu Alexandre Joffe x Atsumu Miya

Word count: 569

Warnings: spoilers (haikyuu time-skip)

Edit status: not proofread, not edited

Replies, reblogs, and likes are appreciated!

Something that people barely notice, Joffe is amazing at understanding someone’s feelings. Such an empath that you could say “my friend didn’t answer my hi, that’s sad.” and he’d accurately figure out how you feel, he could even /feel/ how you’re feeling. He doesn’t show it tho, but not because he doesn’t want to show it. Alas, with such great ability, comes a great price. He’s the worst at words so he can’t help others, it kills him.

It's even worse with Atsumu. Yeah, sure, Atsumu is cocky, arrogant, almost every red flags one could think of. That’s the problem; Atsumu is not actually like that. Joffe is an exceptional listener, it’s no surprise that Atsumu would talk about his day to him. Of course Atsumu isn’t and would never be completely honest but that’s where Joffe’s skill goes into action. The feelings Joffe feels when Atsumu rants or vents, it’s really bad for him, yet he wants to know more about Atsumu.

Usually Joffe’s job is just to listen to people venting, before someone starts venting he always says he wouldn’t be able to help anyway. But for some reason, it’s different with Atsumu. He wants to help, he needs to help. Of course, it’s just out of pity, right? Ever since the, he’d spend his free time to learn how to comfort someone, how to make your friend feel loved, all those to make sure Atsumu is happy. Until an interesting account passes his twitter timeline, TheHugFairy.

Every time Joffe feels like Atsumu’s day is a bit worse than usual, he’d send Atsumu hugs. It’s a small gesture but it succeeds in making Atsumu happy. The day after, he’d tell his teammates including Joffe about the hugs he got anonymously. Joffe’s heart always beats 1000x faster when Atsumu talks to him and the butterflies inside his belly would go feral, but of course it’s only because Joffe feels appreciated, right?

The constant blushes when he sees Atsumu, the heart palpitations, the butterflies, the anger when Atsumu flirts with someone. Of course those are normal, right? No, nothing odd about it at all.

“Yeah, it’s just because Atsumu and I are great friends, nothing more.” He thinks to himself.

Another price he has to pay; he becomes oblivious when it comes to his own feelings.

The moment he realized and accepts that he’s in love with his teammate? When he made a huge mistake that affected his whole life. He was sending a hug to Atsumu per usual but that day, he forgot to send it anonymously. It doesn’t take an intelligent person to know what happened, Atsumu figured out that the hugs he had been getting were from his own friend, Joffe.

Atsumu being Atsumu, he teased Joffe and went “Yer in love with me, aren’t cha?” He swore he was just trying to tease the 7’2” guy, nothing else.

The thing is, Joffe’s face went /crazy/ red. His pale face made it impossible to hide the blushing. His heart felt like it would pop out at any given moments, every single butterfly in his belly somehow got out of their cages, there was no more denying. But worry not, the 6’ setter acted the same, Joffe wasn’t the only one. Wasn’t Atsumu the one that started teasing Joffe in the first place?

And that’s how oblivious became obvious, and how those two friends became inseparable lovers.

Thank you so much for reading! I was struggling a bit because narration is not my type of fic (i usually make chatfics) but this idea has been stuck in my head so why not? Maybe i'll rewrite it while i learn more about how to write narration fics. Hope you enjoyed it tho :D

#haikyuu #haikyuu fic #atsumu miya #alexander joffe #msby #pizzarchive

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uwuwriting · 3 years

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Wearing his jersey w/ Daichi, Kageyama and Osamu

Request: hi!! can i req the ‘wearing their jersey’ with daichi kags and osamu plss! i loved the one u wrote for kuroo akaashi and ushi. -anonymous

Okay I haven’t written for my Haikyuu babies for quite some time and that sucks. Everyday is Haikyuu day and I simp for a different character every hour of the day lmao. Although my new found obsession with Nanami is taking up most of my time. Oh well guess he’ll have to share my spare time with one of the Haikyuu boys every time. Love ya. 💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: fluff, I don’t think there are any warnings for this one.

Sawamura Daichi

-Captain Daichi thirst is active 24/7 lmao.

-He is used to you taking his clothes.

-From hoodies, to t-shirts to his sweatpants, it has become a regular occurrence in your relationship.

-He loves seeing you in his clothes.

-They are always too big on your body, his hoodies almost reaching your knees and it makes his heart go doki doki.

-He just wants to hug you to his chest and never let go.

-He has given you one of his t-shirts to wear to sleep cuz he loves the idea of you having a little part of him with you even if it's just a shirt.

-You two were having a sleepover before one of his major games and of course you were helping him unwind.

-You helped him make his duffle bag and double check for his knee pads, gave him a massage for his sore muscles after a long week of non stop practices and finally forced him to take a self care evening after he asked you to help him practice with his receives.

-While putting on his face mask you were going on about something random when you noticed the furrow of his brows.

- “Everything is gonna be fine baby, you’ll see. You and the boys have practiced really hard for this match and you;ll make it I know you will.”

-Smiling up at you he gave you a peck on the lips, careful not to smudge your own face mask in the process.

- “I know or at least I think I do. I just feel off knowing you won’t be there.”

-Oh that’s right….You weren’t sure you would make it in time to catch the beginning of the match due to a family obligation but you were certain you would get to see the later half of the game.

-Though Daichi didn’t have to know that yet.

-Kissing him again you reassured him that the team didn’t need you to be there to wipe the floor with the other team’s ass, that he didn’t need you there.

-The pout on his lips said otherwise though but he didn’t push it.

-When the time came for the match to begin, he kept glancing at the stands mainly out of habit but also because he half expected you to make it on time.

-No such luck though, you were nowhere to be seen.

- “Oi Daichi focus!!”

-Suga nearly karate chopped him in the stomach when he didn’t stop looking for you.

-Everyone could see that their captain was a little out of it but they chose to keep quiet.

-You on the other hand, were sprinting through the streets of Miyagi to get to your boyfriend’s game as fast as possible, his jersey spurring you forward as you pounded down the school’s courtyard.

-In a flash you were in your regular seat in the very front of the bleachers, chest rising and falling frantically as you tried to catch your breath.

-You took off your jacket and rushed to the railing, tracing the ball with your eyes as the opposing team spiked it right into your boyfriend’s arms.

- “GO DAI!!”

-His eyes found you immediately, quickly shooting down to your chest where the number 1 of his dark jersey rested proudly flushing at the sight.

-The game was over rather quickly after that.

-Daichi was in top form, his receives being immaculate while his serves were on point.

-The first thing he did when he walked out of the lockers was to hug you, hug you so close and tight you could barely breath as he thanked you for coming.

- “You r-really thought I w-would miss this???”

- “........Baby I can’t b-breath.”

Kageyama Tobio

-Flustered babyyyy.

-He will never get used to seeing you in his clothes.

-You have worn his hoodies before and he has had a heart attack every time.

-It reached a point where you thought that he hated seeing you in them and you stopped asking for his hoodies or jackets even if you were cold.

-That caused the frown on his face to deepen and a very shy confession that he indeed loved seeing you in his clothes.

-Ever since that day you always have at least one of his hoodies in your closet.

-Now your relationship is a secret.

-Considering who his teammates are, you both agreed that it would be wise to keep your relationship under wraps, neither of you want to go through their reaction in this lifetime at least.

-Keeping that in mind, you never wore his clothes out in public so you wouldn’t draw unwanted attention to you.

-You go to all his games of course, being his best friend before becoming his girlfriend does that to a person, plus he had convinced you to become a manager alongside Yachi.

-So even if you wanted to skip a game you couldn’t.

-Now that you think of it this must have been part of his plan since now he can be near you all the time.

-You couldn’t bring yourself to be even remotely mad at him, he was just too cute.

-You were so proud of your boys for making it to nationals that you decided to hype them up a bit.

-Convincing both Yachi and Kiyoko you stole three jerseys from the team while they were changing before you took your seats in the sidelines.

-Many would think that you wearing Kageyama’s jersey was a mere coincidence.

-You chose him because he is your best friend, not because something else was going on.

-Sugawara and Tsukishima aren’t most people and you soon found yourself in some hot water with those two.

-Apart from the fact that Kageyama couldn’t look your way without having a stroke, he whipped the floor with the other team, gasps and applause filling the stadium every time he dunked the ball on the other side of the court.

-It got to the point where the other less observant member of the team started noticing the significant difference in his attitude.

- “Kageyama why are you playing so aggressively the ball keeps going like WOOSH and BAM without me even hitting it.”

-Poor boy almost chocked on his water at Hinata’s words and when you went to help him he turned 50 shades of red in a matter of 0.0005 seconds.

-This whole charade ended with your relationship being exposed after Noya begged you to wear his jersey and Tobio wasn’t having it, three nosebleeds and a whole lot of teasing.

-He moved to your room that night despite the fact that the third years kept teasing him about being safe and wrapping it before tapping it.

-Held a small grudge for like five minutes.

Miya Osamu

-Love of my life number 20.

-The superior twin and this will make it evident.

-Atsumu is always being a little shit about your relationship and how you don’t look like a couple cuz you don’t make out in the hallways all the time.

-Em sir excuse you!

-Anyways, you know to ignore him at this point figuring that he’ll get tired and stop but no such luck; he irritates Osamu to no end resulting in one of them needing bandages at the end of practice.

-PDA is not something you are both comfortable with and you prefer small reassuring touches throughout the day.

-This has led to many believing that you two aren’t a couple just like Atsumu says and other people have confessed to you or asked you out WHILE Osamu is with you.

-It doesn’t bother him much since he trusts you but it still tugs at his insecurities.

-And because of those insecurities you get a new wardrobe.

-Literally a whole ass new clothing line made by none other than Osamu Miya himself.

-What is in this new clothing line you ask?

-Osamu’s hoodies and shirts in general.

-Every time he stops by your house he brings a new item of clothing with him, something that he has worn recently and others have seen just to get his message across.

-You aren’t complaining, you love wearing his clothes, they are always so big and they completely swallow you plus they smell like him.

-It’s like you have him with you.

-Now Osamu might not show it often but volleyball stresses him out, like a lot.

-It means the world to his brother and despite their fights and bickering, he loves seeing him happy and if that means he has to play the sport like his life depends on it so be it.

-Osamu would do anything for Atsumu.

-So you can understand the pressure he is under as a spiker.

-His distress is you basically and you give him a small pep talk right before he enters the court.

-Imagine his surprise and pure childish glee when he saw you making your way to him wearing his jersey.

-It reached just above your knee and it made you look so cute he wanted to bottle you up and keep you forever.

-Atsumu and Suna could be heard in the background teasing the living shit out of Osamu who remained frozen in place, the whole stadium turning into white noise as the only thing in his view, the only thing that mattered in that moment, was you.

-He noticed your glare as you told his brother off, saw the way you played with the hem of his jersey as you walked near him and the furrow of your brows when he didn’t answer your calls.

-Wordlessly he enveloped you in a tight hug, picking you off your feet and twirling you around a little bit much to the dismay of his fanbase in the stands.

- “Hi.” “Hey ‘Samu”

- “Whatcha wearin?”

- “Oh this old thing? I figured you might need the motivation.”

- *cue kissing assault*

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