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hajihiko · 6 months
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ilylovelyz · 8 months
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haikyuu boys when protective of you
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most likely gets into a fight, does throw the first punch, and dramatically whines afterwards, forcing you to be his personal nurse ATSUMU, TANAKA, nishinoya, terushima, IWAIZUMI, hoshiumi
so insulting and almost degrading to whoever is threatening you that the offender ends up leaving out of embarrassment TSUKISHIMA, shirabu, KUROO, kenma, sugawara, daishou, akira, SUNA, kageyama, ushijima, futakuchi, hanamaki
YOU'RE the one who is protecting them SAKUSA, hachi, bokuto, YAMAGUCHI, GOSHIKI, asahi, tendo, AONE, oikawa (somehow), koganegawa, LEV
does his best to diffuse the situation, but ultimately leaves angry and mentally hexes them KIYOKO, akaashi, KITA, DAICHI, hinata, yaku, hirugami
spends the night in jail KENTARO, semi, yamamoto, mattsun, OSAMU
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saigethearies · 7 months
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osamu and you leave your daughter with her uncle atsumu for the weekend. chaos ensues.
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“i woulda felt better leavin’ her with kita or aran.”
you let out a snort at your husband’s statement. “over your own brother? her blood relative?”
you and osamu were driving to a weekend getaway in the mountains. while the two of you were excited for a break and some quality time, there was no denying that there was some apprehension in the car.
it was the first time you’d be away from your baby daughter. as great as a vacation sounded, it would be a lie to say the two of you weren’t reluctant to go.
in order to ease your nerves, a suitable babysitter was chosen.
only osamu didn’t have a lot of faith in your choice.
“exactly, he’s ma brother, so ‘m the only one who understands just how much of ‘n idiot he truly is.”
“but you saw how happy he was to offer to watch her! atsumu loves being a uncle, he won’t half-ass taking care of her. besides, if he ends up needing help your mom is just a call away.”
“ma’s hostin’ her book club this saturday, she can’t just drop everythin’ if tsumu’s dumbass ends up needin’ help.”
you let out a sigh. “samu, just try and relax. i’m sure everything over on his end is fine.”
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“COURT BABY! COURT BABY! COURT BABY!”
hinata and bokuto chanted as they watched your daughter crawl across the shiny floor of the msby practice gym.
having grown tired of the play mat and toys her uncle atsumu had laid out for her, the little one decided exploring her surroundings would be far more exciting.
“she’s crawlin’ earlier than most babies would,” atsumu chimed proudly. “must’ve got ma athlete genes.”
sakusa rolled his eyes from behind the fake blonde.
“she’s really going fast! let’s time her to see how quick she can move!” hinata suggested, fascinated by the little human on the ground.
“we’re supposed to be doing passing drills-“
“GREAT IDEA HINATA!” bokuto shouted.
“i give up,” the masked brunette said, moving to sit down on the bleachers since apparently no one was going to actually bother to follow instructions.
atsumu smirked while watching his teammates fawn over his niece. he knew it would be a good idea to just bring her to friday practice. the vibe for fridays was always a little more laid-back, and he knew having a cute little baby around would earn him brownie points with his excitable teammates. who didn’t love babies?
his brown eyes shifted over to sakusa momentarily, who was gazing at his niece with a look of disdain on his face.
okay, maybe he didn’t enjoy kids, but the rest of the team sure did!
“hey hey hey, baby miya! let’s see how quick you can crawl to your uncle tsum-tsum!”
atsumu grinned, moving to kneel on the ground so he can encourage his niece to move towards him. seeing the familiar face of her uncle- who shared a face with her father- had her happily babbling away as she pushed towards him.
“awe, she’s trying to talk!” hinata cooed, lip wobbling as he watched the precious exchange.
“alright, everyone,” a voice boomed. everyone turned to see a muscular figure with a head of spiky black hair enter the gymnasium.
“your coach asked me to come over to ensure you boys were actually practicing,” iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer stated. “i have some specific stamina exercises i want everyone to participate in. we’re gonna start by-“
movement in the lower peripheral of iwa’s vision caught his attention and the former ace found his gaze turning toward the floor.
“…why the hell is there a baby here?”
“don’t fuckin’ curse in front’a ma niece!”
“you just- nevermind,” iwa grunted, trying to be as patient as possible considering there was a literal infant present.
slotting his clipboard into the junction of his shoulder, the athletic trainer bent down to gently pick up your daughter. balancing her on his hip as if he’d done it a million times before, he turned back to the team.
“alright, jumping jacks and high knees, i want those heart rates getting up!”
before atsumu could open his mouth, iwa shot him a pointed look.
“i’ll hold your niece, miya, now get moving.”
the squeaking of shoes against the linoleum floor began to sound off. after ensuring everyone was properly following his instructions, he turned to the baby in his hold.
everyone knew iwaizumi was tough, but few knew how much of a complete softie he could be at times. giving your daughter a small smile, he lifted his hands to wave his fingers at her, to which she smiled back and tried to mimic his movements.
he let out a light laugh. “motor skills coming along there, i see-“
“iwaaaaa-chaaannnnn,” a voice sounded off from behind him.
iwaizumi froze. that voice, that stupid nickname, he knew it from anywhere. he began to turn his head to look behind him, gradually as if he was moving in slow-motion.
there was no way…
“guess who flew all the way from argentina to surprise you with his presence,” oikawa boasted as he stepped into the room. “that’s right, me-“
the seijoh grad fell silent as his chocolate colored eyes fell on the small human in his best friend’s hold.
oikawa blinked once. twice. three times. then-
“since when did you have a kid?”
“tooru, this isn’t-“
“how could you keep this from me?”
“will you please just-“
“a whole child? when?”
“shittykawa just shut up-“
“STOP CURSIN’ IN FRONT’A HER!”
“-and listen to me for a second!”
oikawa finally stopped his tirade, moving towards iwaizumi to study the baby in his arms. he bent down to be eye level with her, the both of them staring at each other curiously.
the brunette hummed to himself, reaching a finger out to poke your daughter’s cheek. “she doesn’t look like you.”
“wow, what an observation, it’s almost like she’s not my kid.”
“then who’s is she-“
“she’s my niece,” atsumu growled out, pushing oikawa away from the baby he was prodding at. he fixed the other man with a glare, well aware of who he was and what position he also played. the fact that this potential rival thought he could casually touch his flesh and blood had the fake blonde heated. “i’m takin’ care’a her for the weekend, which means i ain’t letting no lesser setter lay’a hand on her.”
“lesser setter?”
“oh boy,” iwa said, moving away from the two ego-fueled players. he could tell they were about to scuffle and he couldn’t let a baby be anywhere near that.
placing your little girl safely to the side, iwa crouched in front of her, sounds of “never saw ya at spring nationals” and “let’s see what your stats are, huh?” airing in the background.
“you stay right here, i’m gonna go get them to knock it off.”
standing a few meters away from all the chaos, sakusa watched as iwaizumi tried to wrench the two setters apart. sighing, he shifted his gaze to your daughter sitting unattended on the ground, babbling at nothing in particular.
sakusa grimaced. he really didn’t like babies. they were so…germy. and gross. but, he supposed the babies themselves couldn’t really help that fact. it wasn’t their fault they were so little and had such new immune systems.
a shadow then loomed over your daughter, bokuto and hinata standing over her. now that iwaizumi was too distracted to lead them in workouts, the two’s attention was back on the infant.
“i know!” bokuto exclaimed. “let’s do passing drills with baby miya! we can pass her back and forth to each other!”
“she’ll feel like she’s flying! like she’s a little crow!”
“or an owl!”
“you two will be doing absolutely no such thing with this child,” sakusa interjected, scooping your daughter up and going to sit down on the bench with her.
“but ki-“
“no.”
he wasn’t a fan of babies, but considering your daughter’s uncle was currently holding oikawa in a headlock, sakusa figured he could keep an eye on her for just a few minutes. it wouldn’t be too much longer before iwa finally decided he’d had enough and smacked the shit out of both of them.
hearing a little gurgle from below him, the brunette cast his eyes downwards. your daughter’s sight was transfixed on him, a smile coming onto her face when she saw she had the spiker’s attention.
from behind his mask, sakusa felt the corners of his lips twitch upwards.
okay, maybe babies were a little cute.
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radiantteacup · 8 months
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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆!
✧.*Mentions of marathon sex, creaming, vaginal penetration, scratching, overstim
༊*·˚Your husband has a break, he just wants to spend with you, in bed. <3
˗ˏˋFeaturing ´ˎ˗ HINATA, Oikawa, Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Suna, BOKUTO (Separate)
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The sound of rain pattering against your window brought you back to reality. Your strong husband had a week of break after his team won overall gold at the Summer Olympics.
He had been so high strung since their incredible victory, and very horny too.
The news reporters insisted people stay dry, but he kept you soaking wet. Talk about marathon sex.
"F-Fuck babe, slow down!"
Your nails dug into the strong muscles in his back as you clung to him, trying to ground yourself as he pounded into your poor pussy. The wet sounds of skin slapping, and the head board slamming against the wall filled the room, his hips meeting your ass at an brutal pace.
You hardly registered the feeling of him pinning your knees against your chest until the change of angle had you seeing stars, loud moans of ecstasy spilling from between your swollen lips.
You feel yet another orgasm building quickly, and you know your husband can feel it too. His thrusts become sloppy and loud groans and grunts came slipping from between his plump lips.
"Fuck baby girl, feel so fucking good f'me."
His words only draw you closer to your high, shocks of pleasure shooting through your body, leaving you shaking in his strong arms.
Your borderline pornographic moans fill the room, manicured nails dragging down his back as you cream around his cock.
Your mind feels fuzzy, hardly recognizing the feeling of his lips pressing gentle kisses onto your skin.
"Did so good f'me baby. Just one more round okay honey?"
No rest for the wicked it seems.
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loveephia · 1 year
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my favorite haikyū!! headcanons.
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i have a headcanon where, before suna was scouted to hyogo for volleyball, he was first an ice skater back in aichi, which explains his insane flexibility. i literally love the idea of him gliding on ice with such precision.
sakusa screams rich. like— old money rich. i can imagine his father being from a line of doctors (as he is a neurosurgeon). while sakusa's mother, on the other hand, is a famous model because where else would he get his good looks from?
round cheeks kita. i'm never letting anyone forget this.
this headcanon has been going around for a while, and it was definitely not made by me, but it's still one of my favorites. the miya twins growing up with a single mother who taught them to be gentlemen. they'd be so kind, helping her out with chores, and generally trying not to give her a hard time (although failing sometimes when they come back home with their faces wrapped in bandages). in the mere future, when they've finally gotten married, they've earned themselves the label "husband material" from how well they were raised.
you and iwaizumi definitely have like a sort of gym in your house, and whenever he goes off to train, you'd wait for him to do his daily three minute plank to plant yourself comfortably on his back. he finds it cute, honestly.
hinata likes watching the sun rise with you.
whenever tendō is traveling without you, he'd buy you chocolates from different countries and give them to you since he knows how much of a sweet tooth you are.
kenma has glasses because of how much he strains his eyes playing video games. he's a bit insecure about wearing them since he's not that used to them yet, but you reassure him that he looks adorable. slowly, but surely, you notice him starting to wear it more often. even his fans love seeing him wear his glasses.
akaashi definitely plays the piano, as he was signed up for lessons by his parents. ultimately, he enjoyed taking them!
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© lowercase intended | loveephia
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satantica · 10 months
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haikyu boys meeting your family pt.1
feels nervous but holds on TOO well and acts like the greatest gentleman ever lived. he does everything for you at the dinner just more silent than usual to show everyone that you are in good hands. and always goes with you everywhere holding your waist. in the conversation he will slightly imply about his intentions with you. holds your leg at the dinner and when someone asks him a question he gives you a stroke under the table. he definitely leaves the whole family impressed.
sakusa kiyoomi, TSUKISHIMA KEI, ushijima wakatoshi, AKAASHI KEIJI, osamu miya, suna rintarou, ukai keishin
will ask you approximately a million questions about what your parents and siblings like, what their favorite food and drink is, what they watch and etc. gives your mom her favorite flowers and tells that he understands now where your beauty came from. smiles a lot because of all pressure and also because of happiness to be here with you. when someone asks him a question he starts talking about you for hours and no one can stop him. will give you a nervous look and wordlessly ask you to hold his hand to calm him down. your family just amazed by how much he loves you.
hinata shoyo, SUGAWARA KOUSHI, azumane asahi, LEV HAIBA, yamaguchi tadashi
he already knew your parents cause they helped him with picking out the best gift for you. he is still a bit scared about how it will go but acts very confident. he charms everyone in the room but when he doesn’t? his effortless way of making everyone laugh and compliment smoothly has always been unbelievable. despite everyone wants to talk to him, he never leaves you and always stands with his hand on your back. at the dinner, while talking, he tries to flirt with you with his leg. and when it makes you laugh he will say “yn, manners.” also he will tell that he intends to marry you like it is just a regular thing. the whole family adores him.
iwaizumi hajime, KUROO TETSUROU, tanaka ryuunosuke, tendou satori, TERUSHIMA YUUJI, sawamura daichi
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frickingnerd · 9 months
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being in a love triangle with hajime hinata and nagito komaeda
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pairing: hajime hinata x gn!reader x nagito komaeda
tags: jealousy, the boys trash talking each other, mentions of fighting, reader is an ultimate, reserve course student!hajime
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while the two boys fight over your heart, hajime is the civil one, while nagito is willing to do whatever it takes to make you choose him
hajime really wants to play fair and he wants you to choose the boy your feelings are stronger for
however, seeing how willing nagito is to play dirty does bug hajime and he keeps finding himself tempted to use the same tricks to win you over that nagito uses
nagito talks badly about hajime towards you, constantly reminding you that he's a mere reserve course student, while the two of you are ultimates
he wants you to know that you two are better and that you only deserve the best! and while he might not be the best, he's at least better than some commoner who bought his way into a prestigious school
hajime finds himself using a similar technique against nagito, reminding you of how cruel the boy is to commoners like him and how you shouldn't settle for a mean boy like nagito
you deserve someone nice, someone who treats all people equally! sure, he didn't have an ultimate talent to offer, but he could love you more than anyone else in the world could! 
aside from all that, both of the boys are really jealous! 
usually hajime isn't the jealous type, but nagito just hits a nerve for him and he can't help but feel his blood boil when he sees nagito get all cozy with you! 
and nagito doesn't feel much different! 
whenever he sees you be friendly towards hajime, he feels like throwing up! you were simply too kind, wasting your kindness on a nobody like hajime…
nagito loves to make hajime jealous on purpose, trying to let you see how your favorite reserve course gets so upset whenever nagito just does as much as hug you or compliment you
honestly, the two are constantly at each other's throat, arguing because of you – and often even in front of you! 
you better pick one of them quickly, before they end up hurting each other in some stupid fight one of these days…
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m-y-fandoms · 5 months
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COMMISSION: SDR2 Boys x Female Reader - Seven Minutes in Heaven
Details: Takes place during the killing game, timeline switched around, creative license taken to imply everyone is alive and has known each other for at least a few weeks and has had time to get to know each other. The threat of the killing game is still looming though. It’s also implied that the reader has a crush on the boy in each section however whether or not the boy is oblivious to that fact or feels the same varies.
Word Count: 5K Words
Warnings: SFW - fluff, probably mild angst, possible SDR2 spoilers
Intro:
Everyone needed a distraction. It was getting pretty hard for the group’s self-proclaimed leader, Byakuya, to keep their minds off of the threat of a potential killing game, and he wasn’t the most creative when it came to having fun. Unfortunately for him, having fun was probably the only thing that would help a gaggle of anxious, on-edge teens relax right about now. It’d been weeks without incident since that malicious-looking monochrome bear appeared and told them he expected them to kill each other for sport in order to go home, but nobody seemed to feel safe despite that fact. There was no cold hard evidence to prove this wasn’t some long, elaborate prank or social experiment, and two facts made them believe Monokuma’s words, made them believe they were in danger: first of all, they’d seen those “Monobeasts” blast their innocent, adorable self-proclaimed teacher Usami to pieces, and secondly, nobody from their lives back home had even attempted to contact or rescue them. With each day that passed, they trusted each other less, and the bags under their eyes grew darker. Yes, they needed to have fun.
A game was suggested. It was something simple, well-known to most of the group, even if they hadn’t played it since middle school or really at all. It would pass the time, and maybe create some romance or drama. Any feeling was better than impending doom and the fear of death.
Seven Minutes in Heaven: a game where two people go into a small room or cramped closet alone and have seven minutes to do anything they want to each other. Usually, the goal was the get handsy, to kiss or hug, to confess to someone, to make each other nervous, or to engage in casual romantic activities. It was supposed to be steamy and awkward, to put pressure on the two people. They would all randomly pick straws, and the two people who got the shortest straws would have to go in together while everyone else sat outside and timed their seven minutes. Knowing your peers were mere feet away outside the door only added to the tension.
The location was set: a small, cramped closet in the old building next to the hotel. It was dimly lit by an ancient yellow overhead lightbulb hanging on by a thread and had just enough room for two people once the abandoned supplies, tools, and cobwebs were scooted to the edges.
And so, the game began.
Teruteru Hanamura:
   You were standing in the back of the dark closet, having been the first one chosen to play the game. Figures it would be you. Out of 17 students you picked the first short straw, and now waited patiently for whoever you'd be matched up with. It could be a girl, a guy, someone you hung out with often, or a weirdo you actively avoided. It was nerve-wracking knowing that if you embarrassed yourself, 15 people would be listening right outside the door, but on the bright side, at least no one could get away with killing you when classmates waited within earshot. One scream for help and your attacker would be caught, right?
It didn't take long for your partner to make themselves known, as the closet door busted open before you and was closed in a flash, barely giving you time to process what was happening and certainly no time to see who entered.
You were swarmed in an instant. A warm, soft body clung to your own and engulfed you in a flurry of hands. You were being poked and prodded and the excited mutterings and giggles gave away who this was immediately. You knew those salacious squeaks very well.
"Teruteru?" You grappled with him, grasping out in the dark for his hands to settle them.
"Ohoho~ yes, my queen?" The flirtatious chef snickered, fighting off your attempts to calm him. Queen? Given your little secret crush on the Ultimate Cook, you would've blushed if you didn't have the knowledge that he spoke to everyone like this.
"N-now just hold on a second! Wait!" You squealed, ticklish in odd places and your heart racing at your luck. You often spent time with Teruteru as he seemed harmless, and he made you laugh with his antics. You never meant to develop feelings for him, and sometimes you swore it was just infatuation because he gave you attention and could be quite charming, but regardless here you were, feeling this way. "Don't you wanna slow down, take our time a-and make the most of our seven minutes?" You sputtered, trying to appeal to a sense of reasoning you didn't really know Teruteru to have.
"Huh...?" To your surprise, he halted all movement, seemingly confused by your words. You were just as shocked to get through to him at all. Soon the closet was quiet, filled with just the sound of two souls breathing.
"What's wrong?" You gulped.
"Well... I entered fully expecting to be kicked out expeditiously... either that or you would make a break for it, so I figured I would try to rush in and at least get something out of this experience," he spoke candidly. It was true that he was someone used to rejection, to being an object of repulsion. He probably expected you to be like everyone else.
"But, Teru... I mean… you and I hang out all the time. Do I ever treat you like that?" You posed the question, a bit hurt that he thought of you the same way as everyone else after you’d put what you thought was a lot of time and attention into building a friendship with him.
"Hmmm... I suppose not... but this is something different altogether. I - wait a second! Are you saying you want to do this with me?" He sounded astonished, incredulous. His hands trailed down your arms to take your own in a gentle grasp.
You felt your face heat up, your pulse in your throat, like maybe you'd been too frank, too honest. Maybe your little crush was being worn too plainly on your sleeve.
"Umm... I mean, well..." you chuckled nervously. You could almost feel his smirk, the little devilish rosiness creeping up his cheeks.
"Well, well, well, it looks like my little sous-chef has been hiding something from me. All this time, I never would've guessed~ I thought you were just tolerating me," he teased. You squirmed as he ran his hands up your arms then down the sides of your waist. "Looks like I need to give you some private, one-on-one cooking lessons more often~"
Byakuya Twogami
Cramped even further into the already tight closet by his rather robust figure, you stood there looking up at Byakuya, feeling rather small and exposed, vulnerable. He looked down at you with his arms crossed confidently over his chest. This was a condescending look and stance that he often displayed. It made you feel even more inferior this close up.
"Let's be very clear here. I volunteered to go first for one reason and one reason only: as the leader of you braindead group of cretins, it is my duty to keep up morale so you don't all completely lose it. A true leader," he sneers, "leads by example. I'm tired of seeing you lot run around depressed and terrified so here I am, to save the day as usual. If this silly game makes you all stop whining, I’m willing to lower myself to your level for the night." He rolls his eyes, an expression you can only just barely make out in the dim warm lighting.
"Oh... yeah, I know-" you are promptly interrupted as he continues, blonde hair moved casually out of his face and properly back into place.
"This is beneath me and my breeding: this musty, disgusting closet, this silly child's game, this island, but I know you'd all fall apart without me so here I am. I don't intend to participate in any activities beneath me in this closet here today, however. I simply refuse."
"Yeah... I suspected as much," you twiddled your fingers nervously, looking down at the ground, attempting to get the sentence out once more. "I figured you volunteered for those reasons, and not because you saw it was me coming in here first... that would be too good to be true," you spoke shyly, voice breaking. You really admired Byakuya and the immense pride and status that he carried with him. You found him attractive even though he was extremely intimidating.
A shade of pink dusts over his cheeks at the implication behind your words, his eyes widening under his spectacles for just a beat before he took on that nonchalant, confident expression once again. He couldn't let the facade fall, not for anything or anyone.
"Well then," he cleared his throat, a little too awkwardly for someone of his usual poise, "I'll allow you to admire me. It's not like I'm unused to praise and reverence... envy even..." His voice trails off and he holds one large hand out to you as if you were a peasant expected to kiss a king's ring before being allowed an audience.
For a second you didn’t know what to do, heart racing wildly in your chest. You felt like no matter what you did, you'd mess up, earning a scolding from him, an insult perhaps... but why did even the idea of that excite you so much?
Body shaking, you leaned down, took one of his hands in both of yours and kissed his knuckles. He tried to hide any and all instinctual responses but you felt him stiffen up, his knuckles flexing at the touch. The skin there was unexpectedly rough... not the pampered, soft hands of Togami nobility you'd anticipated. You didn't linger on the thought though, too anxious to see his reaction. Pathetically, you kissed him now on his wrist, agonizingly slow. It was more out of embarrassment then trying to be a tease, however, he was getting impatient all the same. He felt himself sweating over a certain emotion for the first time in forever.
"Oh for the love of-" he scoffs, ripping his hand out of your grasp, "You're embarrassing yourself." He spoke curtly. Roughly, he grabbed onto your shoulders firmly with both hands, pulling you into his chest. With a fervor that frightened you, he took control, crushing his lips skillfully onto yours.
Gundham Tanaka
When Gundham Tanaka burst into the closet with zeal and anything other than an expression of displeasure on his face, you immediately knew he was there under false pretenses. He was the last one who would want to rush into this game, to want to have anything to do with it, so the fact that he was clearly entering by choice told you everything you needed to know. This man was clearly confused. You couldn't help but chuckle as he slammed the door closed behind him, leaving you two alone with a little privacy.
"I see I got here not a moment too soon! The imp Hiyoko Saionji let slip that this unassuming closet in fact contains a portal to the Nether and revealed you'd gotten yourself trapped in here with no way to escape! Of course, only I, Gundham Tanaka, can resist the energetic pull of a Netherworld rift! Fear not, foolish mortal, I am here to save you!" You let him rant, shaking your head at the theatrics. You found his outbursts so entertaining, his personality cuter than even his soft hamsters.
"Gundham... I fear you've been tricked," you sigh, taking a step back to give him some space. "This is a game, there is no portal... but unfortunately, it looks like neither of us will be having any fun." You spoke dejectedly, seeing as you truly would've loved indulging in this game with someone as attractive as Gundham. He was dark and mysterious, with a sexy deep voice and amazing hair. He was kind to animals and such a unique character. Truly one of a kind. How could you not fall for him? "I refuse to play now, knowing that you didn't consent to this. I'm sorry they roped you into thi-" Your words were halted as another thought crashed into the previous one impulsively like a train off its rails. "Wait a second... why would you come save me? You came in here... to rescue me from danger?" You smiled, a big, cheeky grin.
"Think nothing of it, fiend. I would've done the same for any mortal here!" He blushed and stuttered, hiding his face in his purple scarf. "Do not look at me like that! I feel accursed by your gaze alone!"
"No... no you wouldn't," you giggle. "You actively avoid us all. You've been a loner since day one." You step closer, emboldened by his response, by the words you were reading from in between the lines.
"You... you're less insufferable than the others. Nothing more, nothing less." He crosses his arms, a violent red covering his normally corpse-toned face. With a gasp, you look down in surprise when you feel the skittering of claws and fur brushing up your arm. One of the Dark Devas, small and swift, clung to your sleeve and made its way up to your shoulder, buying its master time and a distraction. It presses its little lips to the side of your cheek as if to mimic a kiss as best as it could, rubbing its tiny claws into your skin playfully. It looks up at its master with shiny, telling eyes. He knows exactly what it means to convey, a savant of animal behavior. "It seems you've earned the blessing of one of the most powerful beings to walk this plane of reality. Rejoice and feel blessed that he approves, for the opposite reaction is far more common and fatal!" He was back to his performance again it seemed.
"And..." you feel more confident than before, knowing Gunhdam took the opinions of his hamsters extremely seriously, "what about you? Do you approve?" You took his cold, bandaged hand into yours gently, looking for his consent, for him to let his walls down just enough to allow you to do more. You wanted more.
Nekomaru Nidai
This closet was tiny, criminally so when you considered its newest occupant. You found yourself crushed between a dusty wooden wall and the largest, firmest pectorals you'd ever seen. You were sweating profusely, a nervous mess. Most people slowly got to know their crush, observed from afar, had lunch and chit-chat maybe, and here you were, suddenly pressed flush up against the steel-like muscles of the object of your desires.
"Why do you look so... worked up, (Y/N)?" Nekomaru grins genuinely down at you, oblivious of both your crush on him and how uncomfortably you felt about this forced skin-to-skin moment (probably because the man had never felt shame in his life).
"I- I'm not!" You squeal a little too defensively. You try to shuffle past him, closer to the wall, anything. It only serves to chafe, to make him readjust as well until you're even stickier and smushed than before.
"Anyways..." he continues heedlessly, "I don't really get the rules of this game or whatever." He stretches his arms upwards carelessly, easily hitting the ceiling. Your eyes can't help but rake over his flexing arms and lumbering frame.
"Well if you don't understand, then you can leave... I don't wanna make you uncomfortable," you state sympathetically, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your crush.
"Nah, everyone wanted me to play so I'll play!" He beamed. "I'm no killjoy. You just go first, maybe I'll pick it up and understand along the way!" He was so authentic, so sweet, and positive. You wanted to melt under his gaze.
"Are you sure?" You rubbed your forearms restlessly. He nodded enthusiastically. "Well... I've always liked the idea of being carried by a big, strong man... to feel dainty and.... small and... ohh!-" Before you could finish your thought you were swept off of your feet and scooped into a pair of secure, firm arms. You felt safe, impossibly tiny and protected.
"Like this?" He questions, obviously eager to please. Now level with his eyes this high off the ground, face-to-face with him, you were stunned into silence. His strong features, so unbelievably masculine and striking, hypnotized you.
"Yes..." You felt breathless, lost in a trance. You couldn't stop staring at his lips, at his intense eyes. "Just like that..." It's silent for a long while, and he tightens his grip on you almost instinctively. He feels the need to be your shield, to keep you to himself, and finds himself staring right back.
"I think I'm starting to understand... so, it's only fair that it's my turn now?" He speaks plainly, some glimmer of want in his eye.
Nagito Komaeda
You feel like a complete oaf, heart nearly bursting out of your chest. You were an agitated, sweaty mess, staring across the mere feet of space in the tiny closet into the eyes of a boy who had you cornered like a fox with a rabbit. You felt like prey, as his eyes, always mysteriously unreadable to predator-like, combed over you shamelessly. He was always up to something, and everyone knew it.
This had to be planned. Of all people, it had to be Nagito. Someone did this on purpose... they knew you had a huge crush on him and made sure he picked the second short straw. Someone wanted to see you squirm and suffer. Everyone here knew you weren't the type to be bold or romantic enough for this game. This wasn't for your benefit, to gently help you shoot your shot. This was rigged.
"It's like your thoughts are written all over your face, (Y/N)... They might as well be," he teases, backing up until you are cornered, crushed against the wall with only his slender frame to brace you. "I know you like me, (Y/N). There's no denying it." He knows using your name, hearing your name spill from his lips will drive you wild. The little shit. "You're a wreck right now," he chuckles fiendishly, feeding off of your energy and positively basking in it. "Just my luck, to be chosen at random to come in here with you~" He grins devilishly. "Well... drawing straws is child's play for my 'talent.' Oh well! You should probably make the best of it." He shrugs dismissively.
"So... you wanted this? You did this on purpose?" You were trying to glean the meaning behind his words, his true intentions, anything to make this situation less vexing. You tried to read his pale, beautiful features, begged him with glistening doe eyes to give you space or mercy. At the same time, you wanted him closer, to feel his touch. It was unbearable.
"Why are you fighting your feelings?" He spoke so casually, as if asking what time it was. How did he seem to know everything, all the time? "Are you embarrassed to like someone like me, for the others to find out?" He snorts, exhaling dangerously close to your face. He places one hand on the wall behind you, the other on your waist. "I can understand why. I would be embarrassed as well. I'm a nobody here. Everyone thinks I'm a weirdo and my talent is useless. However, seeing you flustered, riled up for someone like me... it fills me with a sense of hope."
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu
"Get off of me! I'll fuckin' kill you!" You are startled into the back corner of the closet as the second participant of the game stumbles clumsily in. Obviously having his small frame pushed forward none too gently, he's pissed off (not that this was a rare occurrence for him) and determined to give your classmates a piece of his mind. He screams threats of violence at the giggling teens who pushed him one last time before the door is slammed in his face. "I already said I'd play, you dipshits! You didn't need to fuckin’ shove! Next time you put your hands on me I'll cut them off!" He huffs, face red as a tomato.
"Um..." You're at a loss of what to say, and how to begin. It's not starting off well. He was in a foul mood, and it seemed you'd never get to indulge in the fun of this game with him. Upon hearing your voice, he is brought back into the moment and finally turns to face you.
"Oh great, it's you," he scoffs, determined to make someone, anyone hurt the way he was hurting. If he had to feel embarrassed and have his night ruined, so did you. A shiver of sadness ran down your spine. It was like a surge of palpable hurt. Why would he say that? Why did he feel the need to hurt you? You felt nothing but admiration and attraction toward him. You'd never judged him or pitied him for his height and baby face, never annoyed him on purpose or brought up the topics that others used to rile him up. In fact, you enjoyed your conversations with him and found him exceedingly handsome. It made it hurt twice as much, that he would so casually insult you. When he sees that flash of insecurity, of pain across your face, he instantly regrets his words. He blanches, mouth dropping open for just a second before he begins to backtrack in remorse. "Hey... don't look at me like that." He forces an airy snort. "I guess you're not so bad... I mean, you're way more normal than the rest of these weirdos we're stuck with." We? "Actually, after that story you told me in the market that one day about your dad, I'm starting to think we aren't so different..." He crossed his arms, looking up at the ceiling. You perked up at that.
"You remember that? I didn't even think you were listening..." Your heart beats, and flutters with hope.
"Of course, I was listening. I'm not deaf, am I?” He rolls his eyes. “And like I said, you're not like these freaks. I don't mind spending time around you..." He sounded like he was fighting his own words, pouting. When he sees you start to grin sheepishly, he frowns. "Don't go getting a big head now just because I tolerate you!" He points at you in a warning way.
"Sorry! I'm sorry..." You cover your smile with your hands as you are unable to relax the muscles of your mouth.
"So what, are we supposed to make out now or whatever? Is that how I win?" He speaks as if this were some competition, yet another thing in his life where he must excel or be looked down upon, or bring shame to his family name. "I'm not letting any of these losers upstage me at a stupid child's game!" He huffs.
"Well, you don't have to do anything really..." You shrink into yourself, feeling silly and really exposed all of a sudden now that the actual game was supposed to begin.
"Nah, nobody is gonna call me a pussy," he snarls, marching two steps toward you with purpose until you have nowhere to go. You gasped in surprise as you were pulled into a fiery, forceful kiss that set your skin alight and left you dazed.
Kazuichi Souda
"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" The magenta-haired boy across from you was riled up, revving like an engine. He was practically drooling, shaking with anticipation and excitement in the low lighting of the dimly lit closet.
"Kazuichi, may I ask why you're so hyped up?" You couldn't help but giggle at the display before you. He licked his lips and sharpened teeth, restless and full of vigor like a male bird doing a mating dance to attract a female. He was so adorable when he was in good spirits like this, so hyper and oozing energy like the engines he tinkered with.
"Huh, what do you mean?" He smirks mischievously, but there is a hint of genuine, innocent confusion in his tone.
"Well, I'm only wondering why you're so excited. It's just a silly game, and it's just me," you scoffed playfully. You'd had a crush on the skillful and eccentric mechanic for a while now, but you'd never dreamed he would be this excited to show his feelings for you in return. Maybe he would be satisfied with any female classmate showing up in that closet that night, especially someone as regal as Sonia or perhaps someone who played hard to get like Peko, but you weren't used to boys giving you this type of attention and wanted to bask in it.
"Whaaa?" He sounded incredulous. "Just you? You're super hot, why wouldn't I be pumped? It's not every day I get to spend time alone with a hot chick, and you're super chill! I've always liked you! I think you're a ton of fun. Such a unique talent, too." He sticks his tongue out teasingly, almost daring you to play with him.
"Are you serious?" You can hardly believe his words. "Well... I really like you, too, Kazuichi... I think you're... 'hot' as well." You chuckle, cheeks warming up. His bravado fizzles a bit at that. He was certainly not used to that reaction to his advances. He suddenly feels quite sheepish, overly flattered, and it makes him want you even more than before. Your words are not the kind he hears often.
He was a flustered mess.
"C-can I... would you mind if I kissed you?" He stuttered, sweat beading on his forehead. You eagerly, enthusiastically nodded, wanting that and much more from him.
He endearingly, awkwardly pulls you in by your waist, slotting himself in so your bodies meld together comfortably. When his jittery lips press against yours they are a bit chapped, as were most body parts on a blue-collar tradesman. It was expected, but not unpleasant. It was what made him, him. He parted his lips and you mirrored him, deepening the kiss. You let your hand wander, playing with his hair until his beanie slipped off and onto the floor.
Hajime Hinata
Hinata was closed off, arms crossed, expression uninterested, dull, and neutral. It was no surprise to you. Hajime could certainly come off as the "Tsundere" type you'd read about in manga comics and see on TV shows. He never struck you as romantically inclined, more interested in practical things like trying to get off this island, or platonic conversations. He seemed to love making friends and all of your classmates liked and trusted him. He was the true neutral, often a moderator. People seemed to open up to him, but not romantically. He could be quite sarcastic or cynical at times but was reliable and kind. That's what you found alluring about him. He was handsome, with a wide chest and broad shoulders, a good height, and an attractive voice, but in a less shallow vein, he was also an ear to listen, an intelligent mind, and an excellent friend.
"They pressured me into playing. I assume they did for you, too. We don't have to do anything..." He shrugs and grumbles. His eyes seem to quickly dart between you and the wall. His Adam's apple bobbles once, twice. Little gestures betray his heart and mind. Maybe he wasn't as cool and collected as he seemed.
"What if we want to...?" You counter, unable to look him in the eyes for fear of rejection.
"...Well, do you?" He retorts, just as sharp-witted as always. He was terribly good at deduction, reasoning, and reading between the lines.
"I don't know... I played this game in middle school once but I guess since we are older, we know more... we do more? I don't know the exact rules."
"I don't think there are any rules." He takes a step closer to you, a glint of curiosity and interest in his eyes. "...Do more? How much are we talking?" You see something like intrigue arise in him, more awake than before. It seems like he wants to play... that he wants to play with you, but Hinata was not promiscuous, he was not one to chase skirts or flirt casually like Kazuichi and Teruteru. He wasn't one to engage in anything sensual or even mildly suggestive with a girl unless he truly had feelings in the first place. You started to wonder if maybe, after weeks of spending time exploring the island with him, getting to know him, your crush was mutual... "Well... we don't have much time." He looks you up and down, not so innocently. He bites the corner of his lip, thinking of what to do with such little time. He was effortlessly seducing you and he didn't even know it. He lowers down to the ground, sitting with his knees bent up.\
"Hajime?" You nearly whisper, puzzled by his actions.
"Sit." He doesn't need to ask twice. You sit beside him on the dusty floor of the cramped closet. You inhale sharply in surprise when his arms, much stronger than they appear, encircle your waist and pull you effortlessly onto his lap until you straddle him. Your face is inches from his, your warm thighs hugging his hips. "Is this fine to start?" He speaks in a new octave, lower than you've ever heard from him. A shiver runs down your spine.
"Of course..." Your eyelids feel begin to feel heavy, your head dizzy. Was this really happening?
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rintarouzbbygirl · 4 days
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you take the man out of the-
Warning! Bittersweet, angsty but fluff. this was written at the time of posting so 3am. Its not proof read nor super amazing I was half asleep. so bad writing has its own warning <3
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And when Im back in Miyagi.. I feel it.  Tooru had left for Argentina not long after high school, breaking contact with the one he had loved. He wanted you to come with, but you had things you needed to accomplish first. Finishing school, you had friends and family in Miyagi. You couldnt just leave that behind like he wanted to. Like he could. 
When Tooru had returned to Miyagi for a visit, he saw you. You seemed happy. Lively. The winter air made your cheeks flushed, the heat from your breath creating small clouds as you spoke so kindly to the elderly lady you were helping. He couldnt help it. His feet moved faster than he could listen to his brain telling him to stop. The moonlight and the signs reflection creating colors against your skin. Pants fell from his lips, the air cooled his nerves, enough.  He stood there, looking at you with pleading eyes, begging you not to run off, not to tell him to leave you alone. Begging you to stay, just for a moment. He loved you, he hated being away from you. He hated being in Argentina without you.  “Y/n..” Tooru started as he felt his breath hitch in his throat. Seeing your expression. He knew, knew you felt the same as he did. Knew that the longing feeling of each other was so deeply embedded in your veins.  “Ya know, ive been waiting for a long time for you shittykawa” You spoke with a watery tone, eyes matching as they filled with tears. Just being able to see him, just to be able to hear his voice caused everything around you to stand still. To stop, to just be him. In this moment, not a single thing else mattered. Reaching out to reach for him, grasping his hand in his. “I love you.” the three words rolled off your tongue just as pretty as they used too.  “Im sick of waiting. You better be here to take me with you” Tooru felt his heart stop, the genuine smile tugging at the corners of his chapped lips. He did the only logical thing in that moment as the snow started falling, as delicate as the heart he held in his hands. He stepped closer, cupping your cheeks that warmed his icy fingertips, thumbs caressing the apples that became more prominent as you returned the smile he was giving.  Tooru rested his forehead against yours as he let out a sigh of relief. His heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. He leaned down pressing a kiss against your lips, feeling the lip balm against his own. “I missed you” He whispered after he broke the kiss. “So much. Im not leaving without you. I dont care what id have to do. Im not.. Im not going home without you.” Tooru could careless about his pride. It seemed meaningless. Having you standing in from of him. His stupid senseless pride meant nothing to him. He would get on his knees and begged if it meant you would go with him.  You were home, his home. It had nothing to do with Miyagi.. You were the city lights. You were the moon tonight. You were the stars in the sky. You were cherry blossoms in early spring. You were all he ever needed. You were everything. Nothing else mattered to him. Not volleyball, hell not even his milk bread could compare to you.  He was glad he went home, just to visit family. He got his world back, and that was the one thing he was missing back in Argentina. 
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lowcosmic · 3 months
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hii could i request yandere shuichi and hajime with a gn s/o?
—— yandere shuichi and hajime headcannons .
— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : sfw ( ? … ) and ns.fw headcannons with shuichi and hajime.
— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff ( ?? ) & smut
— 𝐜𝐰 : cursing , mentions of murder & kidnapping , suicide mention in shuichi’s , smut themes
— 𝐚/𝐧 : yes , i know the request didn’t ask for the added ns.fw. but i did it anyways so here you guys go.
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— Shuichi Saihara .
sfw .
sneakiest guy ever.
at first , he’d probably stalk your class times , schedule , who you talked to , your likes , dislikes , e.t.c. but he wouldn’t go as far as to go to your house and stalk you there … yet.
finally , after gaining enough courage , he’d start up a conversation and finally befriend you.
once you invited him over to your house , he stole a piece of your clothing. he’d breathe in your scent and store it somewhere where he could always find it , but others would have a hard time of finding.
it’d take him awhile to finally kill someone , and it’d take a lot for him to do so. there were so many risks into committing murder , but he knew what people would look for in investigations and court.
so his first murder , your boyfriend , would be set up as a suicide. he’d even forged a well thought out and effective note. the handwriting was even scarily the same.
and he’d be there to comfort you. to reassure you that he’d always be there. and you believed him.
i believe he’s the type to want you to be happy. of course , he’s not going to hand you over to someone so easily , especially if he’s murdered a person or two for you. but he’s still a sweetheart underneath , and he’d be sure to demonstrate that side to you at all times.
would he kidnap you? only if worse comes to worst. but he’d treat you like royalty , despite not letting you upstairs and out of his basement. not until he’s sure that you wouldn’t escape from his loving arms.
ns,fw .
he has two sides. one that’d be and do anything for you , and the other that’s lost control and just wants to explore your body and mark it everywhere.
on one hand , he’d be a top or bottom if you’d like. he’ll go out and buy whatever for you. and he’d do his best to please you because you stayed with him.
on the other hand … he will not hesitate , when he’s in one of those moods ; especially if a guy hits on you or he gets a twinge that some guy may be better for you — to tie you , blindfold you, and do whatever till you can hardly stand or sit tomorrow.
he gets excited by overstimulation. wether giving or receiving , he enjoys it. he loves being given so much till he’s screaming at the top of his lungs , to the point where you have to gag him to shut him up ; and he also loves giving to you so much while you can’t do anything about it.
before & during the relationship , i think he’d steal your stuff to masturbate to. your scent really eggs him on , and i imagine that he’d love keeping it to remind himself of you over and over.
really just wants you all to himself.
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— Hajime Hinata .
sfw .
he’s so flustered around you that he’ll sometimes say something that wouldn’t make any sense in the context , and then he’d beat himself up over it later when he’s alone.
i'd imagine that he’d leave you gifts with the name “ anonymous ” , and then spy on you to see your reactions.
he’d also confront those who talk to you , hassling them if they either showed any sign of affectionate interest ( besides relatives ,, ) or any bad interest.
and he’d also threaten them to not tell you anything. and if they do … oh gosh. he’s got his rivals’ interests noted and locked somewhere in his mind , as well as yours. he’d definitely have blackmail on each and everyone of those who’d either like you more than hajime would be comfortable with or hate you to the point where it’d threaten mental or physical damage.
and he’ll do anything to get that blackmail , if it means that you’ll be safe.
if he ever kidnapped one of your rivals , he’d probably verbally torture them first before finishing up with the killing.
loves spending time with you alone , or at least in a pretty secluded area. he’d be distant about going to his house though , since the basement most of the time is still due for cleaning.
type of guy to say “ fuck off ” to someone and then totally change personas once you walk in
ns,fw .
it’s so obvious when he wants something. he talks less , his words are strained ; heck , his whole body looks strained.
would be so nervous his first time , like what if he did something wrong and then you hated him?
i feel like he’d be into bdsm honestly , receiving or giving
loves praise — but wouldn’t mind degrading once in a while … as long as the aftercare’s great.
would let you crush him with your thighs
he groans , but will whimper and do other noises for you.
he’ll go rough on you if he’s feeling possessive , but on other days he’ll start slow and then build up to that speedy pace.
he’d leave marks all over you , most of them on your neck for others to see and interpret as a sign to back off.
will sometimes bite the fuck out of your neck just to mark it heavily
into edging. it helps the moment last longer , and he likes hugging you while waiting for your orgasm to go back down.
now if he’s receiving , the worst punishment you can give him is isolation and making sure he can’t touch you. then he’ll apologize and do and say whatever …
… he might spill about what he’s done for you , even.
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nabateaprodigy · 3 months
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Hellooo!! Could I have headcanons of the dr1 and dr2 boys (you can choose whichever ones but pls add Makoto and Nagito) with an afab s/o who loves laying/hugging the boy's head on/into their chest when cuddling? (if you're comfortable with that ofc). They'll also love petting their hair a lot while doing it, too. Thank you!! Remember to take good care of yourself. <3
DR1 and DR2 Cuddling Headcannons
Series: Danganronpa.
Characters: Makoto, Chihiro, Hajime, Nagito.
Genre: Fluff.
Proofread: Yes.
Reader: afab.
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Makoto
Let's get this out of the way first and foremost Makoto loves cuddling! Although I could see him being a little hesitant to ask he'll soon enough work up the nerve to ask to cuddle with you!
At first, I felt like Makoto would be pretty awkward with cuddling. He wasn't used to being held in such a romantic way before meeting you so this was all rather new to him. For the first few times, the both of you cuddled a blush could be seen on his face.
To put him more at ease you would play with his hair and it helped a lot! It was very relaxing for him to have you run your fingers through his hair. Careful though you might poke yourself on his ahoge!
When cuddling with you Makoto feels a sense of peace he's safe he's happy when he's cuddling with you. There's just no better comfort than being held by the one you love most.
You know Makoto gets flustered easily and you can't help but take advantage of it. By just laying his head on your chest you get to see his cute flustered face. It's almost as if he stops functioning no matter how many times you do it but you can't help yourself he's just so adorable!
Chihiro
Cuddling with Chihiro is something that happens a lot. Unlike Makoto, I don't think he would be afraid to ask for cuddles. He would mostly cuddle with you when he's finished programming.
Since he's tired he loves it when you play with his hair. It puts him at ease and makes him feel sleepy. Before you know he's fallen asleep right in your arms!
I can see Chihiro cuddling with you daily. He's tired from programming and you love cuddles. So both of you have worked it into your schedule.
While you cuddle he likes to ask you about your day and how it's been. In return, you ask the same if even a lot of that time is spent programming you don't mind.
When you lay his head on your chest he might be a little flustered but I don't think he would mind that much. He would find it too comfortable and he's just happy if it means being closer with you.
Hajime
Hajime has always had doubts about himself and you've known this. Regardless the undeniable fact is that you deeply care for and love Hajime. Cuddling is something Hajime has always wanted to try especially with you.
However, he doesn't want to rush anything he doesn't want to make you feel overwhelmed. He goes back and forth if he should ask or not. When he's having these doubts you offer for him to cuddle with you.
You hold him in your arms telling him that it's okay to do this and there's no need to ask. Hajime loves you he loves you so much. How did end up with you someone so kind and caring?
I feel like Hajime would prefer to be the big spoon just to hold you in his arms knowing you are safe with him. I feel like he's pretty warm all the time so it's easy to fall asleep while cuddling him.
As for when you decided to rest his head in your chest well I'm afraid our deer Hajime almost stopped functioning. His face was so red the first time you rested his head on your chest. He wouldn't admit but it was very comfortable.
Nagito
Even though this man is your boyfriend he feels like he doesn't deserve cuddles. Why? No idea but that's Nagito logic for you.
It's not that he doesn't want to Nagito is more than happy to cuddle with you! But he just feels like his luck could hurt you in some way.
You love running your fingers through Nagito's hair it's just so fluffy and soft! You ask him how he has his hair like that but he doesn't seem to have an answer.
He loves cuddling with you it makes him feel so warm and relaxed. He loves cuddles when the both of you come home from school just too tired to do anything else.
About you resting his head in your chest I don't think he would be all that flustered or shy about it. Although he may feel like it may make you uncomfortable resting his head there. But you a sure him that's no issue and who is he to no to his beloved?
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wake-uptoreality · 2 years
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Haikyuu characters with y/n and their kids >///<
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Iwaizumi; aran; daichi; yaku; kuroo; atsumu: reon; bokuto.
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Semi; Osamu; kindaichi; ennoshita; sugawara; hirugami; komori; yamaguchi; ukai
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Asahi; Akaashi; Oikawa; tendou; Hanamaki; Hinata; lev; goshiki; takeda; yahaba.
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ushijima; aone; matsukawa; Kita; suna; Futakuchi; Kageyama; kenma; kyotani; tsukishima; sakusa; suna: kunimi; shirobu.
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ilylovelyz · 8 months
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⍣ ೋ tooth & nail
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✩ haikyuu boys who will fight tooth & nail for you
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IWAIZUMI HAJIME — he's a stubborn and hardworking man. he knows from experience that if you want something, you have to work for it, including things like sports; or even his relationship with you. he knows that from time to time, not everything will be great, or go according to plan, but thats okay. it doesn't matter how long it takes, or how he does it, he just knows that in the end, he'll do whatever that makes you comfortable and happy.
BOKUTO KOUTARŌ — he's rightfully known for being optimistic and one who never lets things affect him for long. he wants to be the type of person who is reliable for everyone, not just his teammates and loved ones. he wants to be able to be there for you at your weakest points, and be able to hold your hand to guide you if you need it. you could break his heart into tiny pieces, and he'll still be trying to pick up the remains while chasing after you.
TANAKA RYŪNOSUKE — as already demonstrated; he's persistent and loyal to the things he loves. he's been shot down, and rejected multiple times, and yet he'll still want to continue his persistence and determination. why? he doesn't know himself, all he knows is that there's something about you that makes him want to fight for you; and fight he does. if he has to bloody his damn knuckles for you, then you bet damn well he'll do it.
HINATA SHOUYO — rejection and failure is not new to him; he's learned time and time again that greatness requires patience and hardwork. he knows this personally, and having built a hard core full of dedication and determination, he'll be doing everything he can for the sake of his relationship. doesn't matter if you have him running at 3am to the corner-store for cravings, the satisfaction that comes when you praise him gratefully for his work feels so rewarding to him.
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sassycheesecake · 8 months
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Various yakuza!Haikyuu!!Character x Reader
Hajime Iwaizumi x Reader
Tetsurō Kuroo x Reader
Tōru Oikawa x Reader
Atsumu Miya x Reader
Osamu Miya x Reader
Rintarō Suna x Reader Part 1
Rintarō Suna x Reader Part 2
Shinsuke Kita x Reader Part 1
Shinsuke Kita x Reader Part 2
Shūgo Meian x Reader
Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader
Kōtarō Bokuto x Reader
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loveephia · 1 year
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some of the HQ boys with a girlfriend that's afraid of heights. (kuroo, oikawa, iwaizumi, and hinata.)
background: you and him went to shibuya tower for a date, and once you reached the 45th floor, you started to cry due to the view above tokyo. unbeknownst to him, the one that set up the date, you were deathly afraid of heights.
content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, a sprinkle of angst, them comforting you, kuroo is.. kuroo, mini plot twist in oikawa's, knight-in-shining-armor iwaizumi, can be imagined in timeskip, you and hinata are very cute, based off of real-life events.
⚠ warning/s: reader has a panic attack.
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KUROO TETSURŌ
on the elevator up the tower, he goes to you and is all like, "you sure you aren't scared?" with his taunting lil smirk because bro can see right through you
you give him a nod and put on your bravest face
you get off the elevator and everything is going well!!
ti'll you see the windows surrounding you with tokyo's city lights below.
the closer you step to the windows, the more you start to feel uneasy, your breathing shortening every second
you can't help but tear up from the panic
kuroo sees this and hushes you, pressing your face against his chest so that you don't have to see anymore of the view through the windows
"see? i knew you weren't okay with this." kuroo mumbles, patting your head gently to calm you down
you explain that you didn't want to let him down on your date because of your irrational fear
he reassures you that it's not irrational and you both make a mental note to communicate properly next time
"let's go to gift shop. there might be some cute plushies that you'd like." he winks at you, and you nod happily
TŌRU OIKAWA
due to popular belief, this bastard is scared with you.
BRO'S WHINING TO GET OFF THE ELEVATOR AS SOON AS IT STOPS
now it's you that has to calm him down.
"didn't he set up this date..?" you thought
once he gets used to it, he asks you to take pictures of him
and damn it does he look good in every angle.
the pictures are a bit shaky because though he's alright now, you still aren't
"y/n, y/n! let's go to that photo booth over there!" he exclaims enthusiastically, as if he wasn't just absolutely terrified a few minutes ago
you're here trying not to cry while this dumbass is prancing around, enjoying his time here
he notices your stumbling figure, your head hung low, and a gloomy aura from you overall
he asks what's wrong, and you look up at him with tears threatening to fall from the corner of your pretty eyes
his face morphs to one of shock as he pulls you in for a comforting and warm hug
"i'm sorry, y/n.. i didn't know that you were scared of heights." he apologizes, and you can feel the sincerity in his tone as he rubs the back of your hand reassuringly
it's safe to say that you both got down from the tower and vowed never to go there again.
IWAIZUMI HAJIME
he already knew at some point that you had a fear of heights
the way your face showed a tiny hint of distress when he said that you'd be going to shibuya tower was his "i knew it." moment
as expected, you're crouching around uncomfortably, trying to avoid looking at the windows
iwaizumi finds it a bit cute at first
but he realizes it's serious when he sees your glassy eyes
protective mode: ON.
he lets you ring an arm around his bicep (which he may have flexed) and hide your face into his shoulder
GOSH HE FEELS LIKE YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR RN
"don't be scared, i'm here." he says
EHKEDHSKDHSKSH THAT GAVE YOU BUTTERFLIES
YOU ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE HUNDRES OF METERS UP IN THE AIR BECAUSE OF IWAIZUMI'S CHARMING-NESS (????)
SHŌYŌ HINATA
bro's always talking about how he wants to fly, but when he's up a few hundred meters, suddenly his legs are jelly.
LIKE.
PICK A STRUGGLE. WE CAN'T BOTH BE WIMPS⁉️⁉️
so here you both are, clutching onto each other for dear life, trying to find places to take pictures at
hinata's trying to make this date fun by shifting his attention to something oTHER THAN THE VIEW BELOW.
but one look at your troubled face, and he opts to get you on the ground as soon as possible
once you're both finally down from shibuya tower, you burry yourself into hinata's shoulder and mumble, "can we never do that again?"
hinata smiles gleefully, seeing you in a lighter mood than before, "yeah, never again."
"promise?" you hold out your pinky finger
and hinata links his with yours, "promise!"
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snowcapmt · 1 year
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More Komahina because I LOVE these two WAHHH I may or may not be writing a very special AU for these bastards :) stay tuned
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