#hinata shoyo love letter

[izufeels]

⌕ [ dear yn (love hinata shoyo) ] — s.hinata !

dear yn,

hi yn

its me, your favorite person ever

was that too cocky? it doesn’t matter that’s NOT what i’m here for

atsumu said i should be straight forward and direct so… i’m in love with you. SURPRISE!!!!!!!

do you remember during first year when i had a panic attack? before the inarizaki game? yeah that’s when i fell in love with you i think

or it could’ve been before that

you’re a really great person and i love everything about you. you’re kind and caring and super sweet and you always know just what to say

it’s ok if you don’t feel the same way towards me (even though bokuto said you do??) because i’ll still want to be your friend even if you horribly reject me and call me a stinky ginger

BUT in the case that you do feel the same you should definitely text me and be like “oh shoyo i love you too! how could i not love your sexy ginger hair and super tall build!” because that’s so accurate and stuff

anyway. i love you and i hope you love me too.

have a nice day :)

love, hinata shoyo

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[utahimeow]

char you already know … shoyo + any kink you want 😮‍💨‼️

cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, smut, overstimulation

the thing about having a boyfriend with more stamina than he knows what to do with is that he will impose it on you.

pins your knees to your shoulders like it’s no big deal and goes to town, giving relentless thrusts into your poor hole. he hasn’t let up– he won’t, until you have to tap out.

his balls smack against your ass repeatedly, so lewd from the way your puffy hole leaks a concoction of your juices and his. his cock carves its way into you, bullying its way into your battered walls that clench around him subconsciously now.

it’s just so much. your skin burns so hot, but it feels so good. it’s fire and ice, heaven and hell. it’s addicting, how he gives you one orgasm after another. your head is fuzzy, your clit is raw, but there’s no denying the way you’re floating right now.

“my perfect girl… fuck,” he whines, shameless in his indulgence. once he gets inside you he doesn’t shut up, ever so determined to remind you of how good you make him feel. “this pussy was made for me, god.”

every muscle of yours is limp, spent from the bliss that flows through your veins. so you lay there and let shoyo do all the work. you let him take what he needs, and in return he unravels you one climax at a time. slowly, he numbs your pretty little mind with his touch, until everything that burdens you melts away. until the only thing you can think about is his cockhead brushing against your cervix, or his lips fluttering softly over your flesh in little bites that are full of love.

with a strained, airy moan, he releases, filling you up with his third warm load of the night. he’s twitching all over, his cock raw as he throbs against your walls– because you’re not the only one getting overstimulated. shoyo’s so addicted to your sweet, dripping cunt he’ll keep going even if it hurts him.

sitting back on trembling thighs, he presses a kiss to your ankle where it dangles next to his head. “think you can take a little more? or are ya tuckered out? just say the word, baby.”

but despite how your body screams and begs for a break, your boyfriend’s sickening charm is irresistible (unfortunately). besides, the gleam in his eyes as you tell him he can keep going is priceless.

#hinata smut #hinata shoyo smut #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata imagine #hinata shoyo imagine #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #꒰ angels. ꒱ — lan #꒰ love letters. ꒱ #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — hinata

[ccerealsoupp]

10,000 miles away (yet I’ve never felt closer to you)

Kageyama tobio / Hinata shoyo

Rated T, 2.2k, post timeskip

...............

Outside of Tokyo Haneda Airport, a teary-eyed set of goodbyes are occurring between the Hinata family and their son; their, as Hinata’s parents would say with pride, star, who is moving across the world from their small town of Musashi Japan to Brazil: to improve strength and skill in order to pursue his dream of becoming a Professional volleyball player.

Hinata hugs his mother tight, “Mom, thank you for always believing in me. It was you who first let me play volleyball, and your constant love and support have gotten me to where I am today. I couldn’t have done it without you.”. He doesn’t mention it when he hears her sniffle slightly, just closes his eyes and hugs her tighter.

She pulls away and cups his face gently. “Shoyo, go do big things, my golden boy.”, she smiles and kisses him on the cheek, drying her eyes with a handkerchief.

He moves to his father, embracing him as well. “Love you, Dad. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, what am I going to do without you?”, he smiles into his shirt.

His dad laughs, clapping a hand against Hinata’s back. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out. You’re a Hinata, there’s nothing you can’t do.”

A small force thunks against Hinata as his little sister tackles him, clinging to him as if she grips hard enough it’ll ground him to the island. “Why do you have to go so far away . . ? I’m gonna miss you so much, Sho.”, she mutters against his shirt, voice quivering with tears.

“I know Natsu, I’m going to miss you like crazy,” Hinata tells her, patting her head comfortingly.

“I’ll come home during the summers though, and maybe you can convince Mom and Dad to take a family trip to Brazil. If you come I’ll take you to a theater to watch a ballet performance, that’s a promise.

They have really fancy ones there you know? And make sure you get Dad to record every one of your recitals, I want to see them all.” She nods, sniffling into his t-shirt and leaving a damp patch behind.

Finally, he turns to Kageyama, his best friend of four years; and despite knowing what great opportunities Brazil will bring, Hinata finds himself wishing he didn’t have to say goodbye.

His heart hammers in his chest. The letter hidden in his jacket pocket suddenly feels as if it weighs a hundred kilograms; carrying the weight of years of longing glances, wistful daydreams, and secret feelings.

He wraps Kageyama in a bear hug and tries not to let emotions get the better of him, to focus instead on making this moment last. He smiles when he inhales and is hit with the scent of jasmine and sage, the smell of home.

For the last 4 years, they’ve been practically attached at the hip. For the next 2 years, they’ll go months without seeing each other, the longest separation of their lives (Excluding of course when they didn’t know each other).

He tries to keep things light and bury the thought that leaving Kageyama behind feels as unnatural as leaving his own head.

“Don’t you go replacing me while I’m gone, okay?”

Kageyama rolls his eyes and lightly punches Hinata’s shoulder. “As if I could. Nothing and no one could ever fill your dumb shoes.” His eyes are glossy with tears threatening to spill over, but Hinata pretends not to notice.

Kageyama hated showing vulnerability in front of anyone besides him, and he’d already cried plenty in Hinata’s bedroom last night which he proclaimed was “So embarrassing, I can’t believe I’m crying over you, Boke.”

Hinata pulls the letter out of his jacket and quickly presses it into Kageyama’s hands. It was now or never, his one perfect chance to confess everything he’s been too scared to say to Kageyama’s face, too tongue tied to even mutter in person.

“I wrote this for you. Don’t open it until you get home.”

His family gives him a knowing look, and he hopes he doesn’t look as sweaty as he feels when he responds with a pointed expression that screams "Please be subtle." Kageyama looks at him in confusion, but finally nods in understanding. They hug once more, heads tucked into the other’s shoulder, a final goodbye.

Hinata walks into the airport, turning to wave as the doors close behind him with a bittersweet smile on his face.

The airport processions go by without a hitch.

He checks in his luggage (Praying that nothing will be missing by the time he gets to Brazil), gets through security, and finds his gate with plenty of time to spare before his flight. Still, he feels a nervous stiffness throughout his body, each nerve ending a taut wire.

It was a huge decision he made, packing up his life and moving across the globe to follow his dream.

Well, one of his dreams.

He thinks of Kageyama and a future of waking up every day to the sight of him bathed in the

soft morning glow of sunrise, of golden bands sitting comfortably around their left ring fingers.

He thinks of the letter and how he poured out the contents of his heart in black ink against porcelain sheets of paper.

It had taken him dozens of times to get it just right, now he just hopes his feeling will reach Kageyama.

He decides to get Starbucks, perhaps some tea will help put him at ease. As he waits for his name to be called, he checks his watch. It’s been thirty-five minutes; Kageyama should be home by now.

Hinata wonders absentmindedly when he’ll read the letter, and whether or not he’ll hear from Kageyama before he boards.

That’s what he wants, or at least, he thinks it is.

Maybe it would be easier on him if he was already out of Japan when he finds out what Kageyama’s reaction is, but he’d rather carry a broken heart all the way to Brazil than have the other stress out waiting for Hinata to come down to earth and reply.

Miles away, Kageyama takes out the letter from his pocket.

He carefully rips open the vanilla envelope and extracts the folded pages, placing them down on the coffee table. Whatever Hinata has to say to him, it must be important.

He grabs the first page with a sigh, settles into the crook of his couch and begins to read.

My dearest Tobio,

.......

If you want to read what happens next, go check the story out here!

#anime #manga #haikyū!! #kagehina #haikyuu #hinata shoyo #kageyama x hinata #love letters #friends to lovers #moving #pining #fanfiction #cross posted on ao3 #fanfic

[blueparadis]

You will always find positive encouragement with me! You can do anything you set your mind to! The sky isn't the limit, it is the boundary. GO FURTHER, GO BEYOND!

My problem is that I set my mind to something and get it done but it amplifies because I get restless every two minutes thinking about I've so much to do after this ‼️

#love letter 💌 #that is a very common advice but people tend to forget that so easily #thank you for this #you kinda remind me of hinata shoyo

[shoyostar]

𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!

── FIANCÉ!JNT / FEM!READER SERIES┊͙HAIKYUU!!

my one and only all my life!

꒰ premise ꒱ : the nhk’s special broadcasts centered around the jnt ‘monster generation’ lineup’s future wives-to-be!

꒰ content ꒱ : haikyū!! / f!reader. JNT & staff. mini-series. established relationships. horrendously downbad fiancés. fluff (with suggestive moments).

series soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

⁞ ‘✎ — vie’s love letter ؛ ଓ series updates irregularly. extremely suggestive at times (no explicit smut). mentions / allusions to sex or intimacy. sfw + fluff.

꒰ haikyuu!! masterlist. ꒱

── 𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃! (01)

⌗ relationship advice with ; atsumu miya. rintarou suna. wakatoshi ushijima. shoyo hinata.

the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship! ❤︎

── 𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃! (02)

⌗ truth or drink with ; koutarou bokuto. morisuke yaku. kiyoomi sakusa. tobio kageyama.

the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

── 𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃! (03)

⌗ would you rather with ; motoya komori. kourai hoshiumi. aran ojiro. kenma kozume.

due to popular demand, the nhk has organized another live special with the monster generation’s fiancées! tune in for this segment of would you rather + a surprise game with our special sponsor! ❤︎

── 𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃! (04)

⌗ QnA with ; tetsurou kuroo. hajime iwaizumi.

the fiancées of the jnt’s staff get a turn in the limelight in an all new special broadcast, a couples QnA spanning their several happy years of romance together! ❤︎

── 𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃! (05)

⌗ reading thirst tweets with ; tobio kageyama. wakatoshi ushijima. kourai hoshiumi.

this nhk segment is brought to you by the schweiden alders! thirst tweets with the jnt alder members, but not of them— they’ll be reacting to thirsts for their fiancées! ❤︎

── 𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃! (06)

⌗ two truths and a lie with ; shoyo hinata. atsumu miya. koutarou bokuto. kiyoomi sakusa.

with the jnt’s msby members comes two truths and a lie! it's a battle between two lovers; who knows the other better? ❤︎

── 𝓞𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒!

coming soon !

── 𝓔𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒!

HEY, FUTURE HUSBAND . . . ( ASK EVENT )

⌗ event status : closed!

FIANCÉE’S JOBS

⌗ answered ask !

reblogs are appreciated .ᐟ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

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#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x you #haikyuu series #haikyuu x self insert #hinata x reader #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #bokuto x reader #sakusa x reader #kageyama x reader #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo x reader #yaku x reader #hoshiumi x reader #komori x reader #aran x reader #haikyu fluff #kenma x reader #haikyuu x imagines #( 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 : 𐚁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒞𝓁𝓊𝒷 ) #𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓃’. 𝒯𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓈 ෆ #[ 𐚁 ] 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐹𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝐻𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹 ꒱ྀི

[tsxkkis]

# tsukishima kei - eyes don't lie

a/n: as @moonswolfie said, this man has me wrapped around his finger, so here's another tsukki fic^^ i wanted to post it earlier, but bcs of school i sadly wasn't able to do that

summary: tsukishima definitely isn't jealous. or is he?

warnings: none

tsukishima's eyes were always glued to you.

his world revolved around you ever since you were little. although distant and dry at first, tsukishima seemed to take keen interest in your person almost immediately. he was lucky enough to end up in the same high school and class as you, even more lucky when he found a handwritten love letter in his locker, the writing obviously yours.

his eyes would glint whenever they landed on your frame, his lips always curving into a small, barely noticeable smile. yet this time, his look was completely different.

he looked annoyed, almost mad as he stood in the corner, his back against the wall as he carefully scanned the situation. the music was quite loud at the party, the house spacious enough to fit too many people for tsukishima's liking. it wasn't his party, of course; if it were up to him, he wouldn't be here in the first place. but something about your sweet, slightly pouty face while you asked him to accompany you was enough to convince him.

and now he was left watching as none other than kuroo tetsurou shamelessly flirted with you, talking and laughing at the other end of the room.

he seemed so irritated he didn't even notice his best friend standing right beside him, the freckled boy trying to contain his laughter upon seeing tsukishima's expression.

'ah, tsukki, you look even more grumpy than usual.' yamaguchi said, a small giggle leaving his mouth when his friend turned to face him, his expression so funny he couldn't contain his laughter anymore. 'i've never seen you so jealous.'

'i am not jealous.'

'right, and my name's hinata shoyo.'

tsukishima rolled his eyes, well aware that yamaguchi was, in fact, right. he was jealous beyond belief, almost to the point of making his blood boil. but it wasn't without its reasons.

you were beautiful, and not only in his eyes. many people from your high school, as well as outside of it, found you attractive, and due to this specific factor, tsukishima was afraid of someone swooping in and taking you away from him. no matter how many times yamaguchi assured him that you're not interested in anyone else, there was always a voice in the very back of his head telling him otherwise.

but still, he didn't utter a word to you about it. ever. he didn't want to show any weakness, brushing it off for the time being and pretending like he's not, in fact, quite hurt.

his eyes landed on you once again, his expression softening a bit when noticing you walking in his direction, a bright, wide smile gracing your face.

'i finally found you.' you said, tsukishima immediately noticing the sparkles in your eyes the moment they met his. an almost unnoticeable smile appeared on his face, his hand gently patting the top of your head, fingers brushing through your soft hair. 'want to go get some fresh air?'

the blonde hummed, nodding in response as you quickly grabbed him by his hand, almost dragging him to the nearest exit with a big smile on your face.

upon leaving the building, tsukishima laid his back against the wall, eyes glued to you and carefully scanning your every move.

'what're you thinking about?'

his head tilted to the side, a small mumble leaving his lips.

'nothing.'

hearing his answer, you sighed, walking up a few steps to stand right in front of him, a semi pouty look on your face. your hands went up to cup his cheeks, immediately scoring a theatrical groan from him, the boy trying to hide that he obviously liked whe  you did it.

'i don't believe you. you seem deep in thought.'

'what were you and kuroo talking about?'

tsukishima's eyes were focused on yours, his gaze gentle. and yet there was something in the way he looked at you that indicated something wasn't right.

'oh, we just talked about volleyball, what he's been doing after graduating high school, and- wait.' you stopped in the middle of the sentence, making a face that ysukishima couldn't quite decipher; something between an excited and mischievous look. she took a deep breath, her grin growing bigger with each second.

'are you jealous?'

'no, i'm not.'

'yes you are! i knew it.'

'no, i'm not.'

'you are.'

'i'm no- alright.' tsukishima sighed, admitting defeat this time. 'maybe i am. but it's your fault.'

you furrowed your brows, trying to understand what he meant by that. tsukishima saw the expression of yours and almost immediately continued talking, a short but sweet explanation.

'you're too pretty, one day someone's going to steal you from me.'

he didn't expect you to laugh in response, standing up on your tip toes to give him a quick, sweet kiss on the lips.

'it's cute.' you said, giggling at your boyfriend as you saw his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. 'but i'm not going anywhere. there's only one guy in this world who i view as a life partner.'

'and who would that be?' tsukishima asked, a nonchalant tone as he played dumb just to hear the answer.

'you, idiot.'

the blonde boy smiled, and this time it was a genuine one, that would only appear on his face when around you. he ruffled your hair playfully, laughing when you got annoyed about him ruining your hair.

he looked over to the sides, smiling when realized it was just the two of you. he quickly leaned down to kiss you, hand resting on the side of your face.

'i love you.'

you smiled into the kiss upon hearing his whisper, pulling back for a second to look at his face. she wrapped her arms around him tightly, trapping him in a hug.

'i love you too, you know? and i don't plan on going anywhere.'

taglist: @moonswolfie

#tsxkkis #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #karasuno x reader #tsukishima fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

[dejwrites]

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ big body benz ⠀ 〳 ⠀ h.shoyo ‵ ❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) hinata's stuck bodyguarding the brattest daughter of a mobster.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — female anatomy described, fem reader, mafia au, bodyguard!hinata, guess you can say ooc!hinata, reader is in college, mobster daughter!reader, brat taming, car sex, voyeurism, they do it a back of a benz, hate fucking, spit usage, jokes about height, they literally hate-love each so much, slight breeding kink, mentions of hinata being a hitman, mentions of violence , happy belated bday hinata shoyo, wc: 3.6k, minors dni !!

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YOUR EYES WERE PRACTICALLY GLUED TO THE YOUNG MAN SITTING BEHIND THE GLASS. You sat outside the interrogation room that was meant to break down your father’s enemies but instead was used for your newest bodyguard to sign his possible life away to your father. Your eyes staring at the one-way mirror, rubbing your lip gloss-covered lips together. “He’s so small, daddy,” You whined as you glanced over at your father who was lighting a cigar. 

The cloud of smoke rises in the air before the older gentleman is talking, “Sweetheart, didn’t I tell you never underestimate someone because of their size.” He reminded you.

“But who the hell is he possibly protecting? For all that I can protect myself.” You uttered, an attitude already rising in your body. “Ma got someone so much bigger. She got Aone, why couldn’t I get him? I’m more active than her anyway.” 

You tried to remind him that all your mother did was be a stay-at-home wife. She occasionally had tea with other notorious mobster wives, but other than that she cooked, redecorated the family 10-bedroom mansion three times a month, and tended to her garden. You, on the other hand, were always out and about. If you weren’t in classes with school, you were partying. If you weren’t partying, you were leaving a dick appointment. If you weren’t at one of your dick appointments, you were shopping. You were a busy girl. It wasn’t your fault, your former bodyguards couldn’t keep up with you. 

Okay, maybe the last one you made cry. But how the hell could you protect one of the world’s notorious mobsters' daughter and let her make you cry?

Your father would hold his cigar in between his index and middle finger. He took a sip of the $2,000 a bottle Bowmore Mizunara Cask Finish Scotch before he spoke again, “Y/N, he’s good. I wouldn’t hire anybody weak to protect you, my dear.” 

“You said that last time. The last one cried as he handed in his resignation letter,” You reminded him.

“And you were the one that made him cry. Maybe your ass doesn't need a bodyguard,” Your father argued as he was growing annoyed at your bratty ways. “He’s a good fit. Been a hitman for hire since he was twenty-one. He’s going to be your bodyguard if you like it or not.”

You watched as two of your father's men collected the paperwork from the orange-haired guy before leaving the room. The door shut with a click indicating that it was locked behind them. The files were given to your father as he put his cigar out, a dashing smirk on his face as his eyes glanced over the paperwork once more.

“Hinata Shoyo, I hope you can handle this daughter of mine.” You heard your dad utter.

That was months ago and Hinata was still here protecting you. He followed you everywhere. He sat outside your lectures when you had classes. He carries your bags when you go shopping. He once embarrassingly waited for you during a dick appointment. You still remembered the smug look on his face when you left the apartment building and saw him leaning against the black Mercedes Benz truck. “Wow, the guy didn’t last that long. What’s it been? Thirty minutes?” He would jokingly say before you’re rolling your eyes at him and getting into the passenger side of the Benz. 

The two of you bickered. You bickered a lot. Similar to how your parents would bicker when they were young, dumb, and in love. But frankly, you hated Hinata’s guts. He annoyed you. He made your blood boil and your skin crawl. 

Although he was only doing his job with an annual salary of over 500 thousand dollars, obviously he was going to take his job a little too seriously. He never cracked a smile (unless it was some teasing joke about you coming out that mouth of his). He stayed to himself compared to the impeccable bond the other bodyguards had. Sometimes, you wanted to know his story. Remembering your father's words, “Y/N, the guy’s seen a lot and did a lot. Just get to know him.” 

You always kept your father’s words in the front of your mind when you would see the orange-haired gentlemen waiting for you in the lobby of your apartment complex. Then he says a smart-ass comment and all the niceness that once was in your body is pushed away as you throw your Jimmy Choo clutch at his head. 

“Where do you need to go tonight my princess?” He questioned, as he respectfully & jokingly bowed in front of you.

“Please stop, you’re so embarrassing,” You uttered as you walked towards the exit of the complex. “You know, I don’t need you tonight.” 

“You say this every night. I have to protect you, I can’t protect you if I’m not with you.” Hinata pointed out as he followed you outside. 

The black Benz truck pulled up and Hinata was beyond confused considering that he drove them to their destinations all the time. You would link arms with him with a smile. “It’s girls' night, so I warned you.” 

Hinata would give her a cheeky grin, “Great! I guess I can treat this day as a day off,” He responded.

“You’re being sarcastic aren’t you?” You asked and Hinata would nod as if his head was a bobblehead.

“I hate doing girls' night. All you guys do is make me hold your purses while you go dance and get you drinks.” He whined. “That’s not fun for me.” 

“We’ll be on our best behavior, but you just have to let loose. Stop being so damn uptight sometimes,” You responded. 

“If something happens to you-“ 

You cut him off as you climbed into the back of the truck. “Can you not think about something happening to me for one fuckin’ second? Just enjoy the night.” You uttered in annoyance. 

Those words came back to haunt you when clubgoers were drunkenly stumbling out of the club while the full moon shined down on them. The time was now two in the morning, you weren’t as drunk as you wanted to be due to Hinata’s overprotectiveness. Which ruined your whole vibe for tonight and only was the cause of your bratty attitude as you walked ahead of him towards the car. Ignoring his yells of your name while he was making sure each one of your friends made it safely into the backseat of their designated driver. You tugged his leather jacket on your frame as you could see the familiar tags of your driver’s car. 

Just as you were about to grab the door handle, you felt Hinata grab a hold of your arm. “What the fuck? Did you not hear me calling you? I told you to wait for me.” He argued. “What if somebody approached you? Hm?”

“The car is literally right here. I made it here safely, you don’t need to treat me like a child. Do you want to force-feed me next like a baby bird?“ You asked. 

“I don’t have time for your attitude tonight, just get into the car so you can go home. You had too much to drink, that’s why you’re acting so rational.” Hinata rolled his eyes as he opened the door for you, waiting for you to get in.

“I didn’t even get to drink that much without you lecturing me, Hinata.” You looked at him. “I’m not a child.” 

“You act like one with your prissy attitudes!” Hinata argued back. “You whine, you complain, you throw temper tantrums. Like a fuckin’ child!” 

Your harsh words between each other were gaining attention from drunken clubgoers. The bouncer even glanced in your direction to make sure everything was okay. You leaned against the car, tugging the leather jacket further on your body. The scent of Hinata’s cologne lingering up your nostrils makes you feel intoxicated. 

You weren’t sure if it was due to how close he was standing or how comfortable you were wearing his jacket. You looked up at him with some doe-eyed look, “What are you going to do about it Shoyo?” You questioned.

You let your hand glide across his chest—being sure to toy with the personalized dog tag necklace that immediately notified others which family he was bodyguarding for. 

“Get in the car.” Hinata firmly said as his hand motioned to the car. 

You kissed your teeth before getting into the car, Hinata not far behind you as he got in also. Instead of taking the passenger side seat as he did earlier, he took the seat next to you in the back seat. You stripped off the leather jacket as you leaned back into your seat getting comfortable. Taking off your heels you wore to gaze out the tinted windows as your driver was driving. “Could you turn on the radio and keep your eyes on the road?” Hinata asked the driver. 

“Yes sir.” The driver said. 

Hinata’s words came out more like a demand than a question itself. The driver did what he was told, turning on the radio to a random R&B station and keeping his eyes on the road. Not daring to look away from what was in front of him. 

Your lips parted to complain about how tired you were, but you could only feel Hinata’s harsh yank on your face before his lips were on yours. The taste of the alcohol he consumed clashed with the ones you consumed. His strong arms tugged your closer as the lewd sound of you two making out attempted to overpower the Summer Walker song that was playing on the radio. However, the driver only turned the radio up louder. 

You could feel Hinata’s hands lingering lower in between your thighs. Like a scandalous school girl, your thighs spread apart letting him have more access to make you feel good. The thing is, you weren’t wearing any underwear. Hence the fact that within the night, Hinata found himself tugging your dress down with each movement you’ve made. 

“Did you purposely not wear them?” He questioned after breaking away from the heated kiss. 

“What are you talking about? That doesn’t matter right now,” You leaned in to kiss him again but he stopped you.

“You were trying to get laid tonight, weren’t you?” He asked as he leaned back into his seat.

Now you are getting annoyed. Your eyes rolled at his question even though it was true. “Clearly, that’s what I’m trying to do now.” 

“Good, I would have hated to wait for you to fuck another minute man,” Hinata says as he undoes his pants. 

“Screw you!” You uttered out.

You only gained a hum from Hinata before he’s grasping at you once again to tug you close to him. His pants hanging loosely around his waist. You could get a glance at his dark-colored briefs and his growing erection. His lips crashed upon your once again. The heated kiss not being interrupted by his witty comments or the intruding driver that was trying so hard to not take a peek. Hinata’s hands went between the two of you as he was on top of you. His index and middle finger collect the wetness that was in between your thighs. You moaned into the kiss as Hinata began to move his fingers into a circular motion. Your thighs quivered apart to feel more of his fingers and to bring him closer. The intense feeling of doing this right behind your drive that’s been driving you around for over two years now caused an addicting shiver to travel down your body. Were you insane to continue such a thing with Hinata? Yes. Could this possibly jeopardize his job if your driver snitched back to your dad? Yes. Did you care? No. You could always get another bodyguard. 

“You’re so wet,” Hinata commented when he pulled away. He was completely breathless and his cheeks stained red from the heat of the moment. 

“You should put it in already.” You whined against his teasing touch by his fingers. “Please.” You begged.

Hinata’s fingers rubbed at your clit slowly. His brown eyes stared down at the way your face scrunched up in pure bliss as your head fell back into the cushion of the backseats seat in the Benz. His dick throbbing through his briefs just to feel your cunt clutch around him. “Not until you admit something,” Hinata says. 

Your teeth grazed at your lower lip as your eyes glanced down at the space in between your bodies. He was no longer massaging the sensitive bud in between your thighs, but instead shuffling to tug down his boxers. Your eyes nearly bulged out your head when you saw his thick cock spring out. You could feel the warmth of his cock resting on your stomach as your dress was pushed fully up around your waist. 

“And that thing is?” You asked as you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat.

Why did seeing the size of his dick make you nervous? This wasn’t like you, especially considering the countless jokes you’ve made about his height in your group chat and when you guys bickered. 

“Do you like me?” Hinata cheekily asked. His hand once again goes in between your bodies to guide his cock to your entrance. 

“What?” You questioned.

The teasing feeling of his tip collecting the wetness in between your drooling cunt caused you to relax in the backseat of the car. “Do you like me more than me just being your bodyguard?” Hinata asked. 

You lifted your head to inch your face closer to his. Your lips were barely touching his. If you concentrated hard enough, you could even smell the scent of the alcohol he was sipping on throughout the night on his lips.“Sorry, I’m not into short guys.” You said before letting your head fall back into the seat below your body. 

You watched as Hinata’s facial expression changed into the most annoyed look. His lips parted to spit out an audacious comment, but instead, they curved into a wicked grin before he pushed his cock fully inside you. So mean to not give you time to adjust to his size. Your thighs quivered under his body with each rock of his hips. If this was any other guy, you would instantly demand him to take his time. But this was Hinata. The guy who rolled his eyes when you said something snarky at him. The guy you gave a wrong location to, just so he can leave you alone. Perhaps, he was just growing tired of you and your bratty ways. 

The wet squelching noise was like music to Hinata’s ears. Similar to a puzzle piece that was missing to complete a puzzle, that was how Hinata felt at the moment with his cock inside of you. With your slick staining the backseats with each thrust, Hinata looked down at you like some type of god. “Look at you—cat’s got your tongue now?” He questioned bucking his hips forward once more, gaining a yelp from you. 

Your hand went up to your mouth as your cheeks burnt in embarrassment, completely muffling your moans since it seemed the music that was playing on the radio wasn’t doing it. But you were quick to spit something back at Hinata, “Screw you!” You said through moans. 

Those two words left your tongue and with quickness, Hinata tugged his cock right out of you. You felt empty without it until you could feel him slapping his heavy cock on your cunt. His hand held it so effortlessly although it was so big. Your mind kept asking yourself how can someone his size carry something so heavy. You could feel his perfect mushroom-shaped tip brushing against your entrance. 

“Please.” You whined, hips bucking eagerly for more.

“You won’t act like a fuckin’ brat anymore, right?” Hinata asked as you could feel him prompt your leg on his shoulder. 

“I can’t promise you that,” You huffed.

Hinata only hummed at your response. His hand goes up to your mouth. “Spit.” He said. 

You did what you were told, hawking up a decent amount of spit that he used to coat his cock even though he knew your pussy was already ready for him to slide right back in. Your golden diamond anklet brushed against his earlobe as he pushed himself inside you bit by bit. His eyes are glued on your pussy watching the way you swallow him whole with each thrust. He was completely mesmerized and pussy drunk at the moment while the car was practically speeding down the freeway. One hand gripping at your thigh to keep you in place, while the other was grasping on the seat to keep his balance. His hips thrusting only continued until you were a moaning mess. Drool dripping out your mouth, eyes lollies in the back of your head, and your hand went up to stop his aggressive thrusting. 

Now you were asking yourself how could he fuck you like he hated and like he was expressing some unspoken feelings at the same time? 

The pornographic sound of skin slapping against each other tried its hardest to overpower the music that was playing. Your lips intertwined with each other as you muffled each other moans. Your fingers combed through his hair as you could feel his thrusting moving a little slower. A little sloppier. He pulled away from the heated kiss, letting your one leg (that shaking uncontrollable) down. Hips crashing forward just to feel more of your tight walls clutching around his thick cock. His balls grew heavy each time the tip of his dick touch that one spot that had you calling out his name. “Fuck—I may not find you so bratty after all.” He uttered through his coherent groans. 

You could hear the GPS state that your destination was just two minutes away. Like a rabid wolf in heat, Hinata placed the same fingers that were rubbing at your puffy lips earlier into his mouth. His fingertips that were coated with his saliva went to rub your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt how soothing his motions were on your throbbing bud. The fiery pit that bubbled in the pit of your stomach was so intense that you could feel your eyes water. Your perfectly manicured fingernails were digging into Hinata’s forearm so hard that you knew it was going to leave a mark. You were so close to cumming and you knew Hinata was too. 

For the first time in a while, you felt that pit burst so powerful that you’re pretty sure the only thing that was spilling out your mouth was Hinata’s name and the command for him to cum in you. You were so into the moment that you didn’t even care to trap the young man from running around the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his cock. The heel of your foot pressed in his lower back as his face fell in the crook of your neck. With his head in the crook of your neck and with each sloppy thrust, if you listened closely you could even hear the orange-haired gentleman speaking in his native tongue. The two of you came from the filthiest high of intermingling with each until Hinata cum filled you up to the brim just in time to pull up in front of your apartment building. 

“We’re uh—at the destination ma’am.” Your driver said. 

In the split moment, Hinata lifted his head from the crook of your neck and his eyes met yours. His cheeks were stained with a crimson color of exhaustion and busting a nut. You could feel the coolness of the silver dog tag pendant that hung around Hinata’s neck and you could only stare up at him in complete shock. The pad of Hinata’s thumb wiped away a tear that went down your cheek and when you felt his comforting touch, you instantly pushed him off finally realizing what the two of you had just done. A Drake song played on the radio while the two of you were shuffling to fix the way you looked. 

You felt embarrassed. How could you let him humble you like this? Your skin felt like you were running a fever. Your legs felt like they were burning from doing a leg workout. If you weren’t clamping your thighs shut tight, Hinata’s cum most likely would have dripped down your thighs. Your head fell back as you could hear Hinata casually thank the driver for his time tonight before he got out. You also noticed he gave a couple of hundred-dollar bills to the driver also.

Cheeky bastard, you thought to yourself. 

You could hear your side of the car door open up and you instantly glared at him. “I can’t just get up.” You complained. 

“If you walk fast enough people won’t even notice it dripping down your thighs” Hinata admitted as he gave you a grin. 

“I hate you.” You uttered as you grabbed his leather jacket and got out of the car. 

He just gave you possibly the best sex you’ve experienced and now giving you witty comments as if he didn’t break a sweat at all. 

“I love you too. Remember, you have morning brunch with your mother that I will be escorting you guys to because Aone’s off tomorrow.” You heard Hinata say as you were walking inside your apartment building.

Even though you had his cum dribbling down your smooth thighs at the moment, you still couldn’t help but laugh to yourself about the situation. Perhaps, Hinata Shoyo actually could handle you as your father said. 

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── tags: @gabzlovesu @festive @rinhoes @indiecursor @imperatorkhaleesi @shamelesshoefairy @thefairywalker @drugzforyou @todorokiskitten @sftbunnyy @haitanifxn @tamak00 @princesstiti14 @@caribbeanwifey19 @anajah @tonaken @dazaisfavgf @dazaisfavgf @maydayaisha @simpingforwakasa04 @playboism @cl-0-vr @sailewhoremoon @21-06-1996

#hq x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo smut #hinata x reader #female reader #fem reader #haikyu smut #anime smut

[satantica]

cute things haikyu boys would do for you

cw: gn!reader

love letters

every month on different occasions (or on occasions he made up for you) you receive a mysterious letter written specifically for you. he mails it in your locker or bag or your workplace and never repeats himself cause this man really wants you to work hard for that. the letter always has the simple envelope cause he likes to keep it official and formal but it’s the message that you should be amazed by. it begins beyond the topic: he would tell you who pissed him off or what he really wants to do at weekends. and it never fails to somehow smoothly start to describe how important you are in his life. you are the only person that irritates him less. you are the person who he wants to spend all the weekends with. but of course he phrases it in the most metaphorical way and you get it. you are the reason he becomes such a poet.

osamu miya, TSUKISHIMA KEI, SAKUSA KIYOOMI, kenma kozume, GOSHIKI TSUTOMU, KEIJI AKAASHI, suna rintarou

cooking for you

this dude is really trying to outdo your mom. he always makes sure that you have your lunch and checks if you have liked it. he really cares about your opinion and waits for your honest review. there is always a little note wishing you a good day and telling you that this lunch is an act of pure love. and of course it is going to be a good day because in the evening it is your turn to do something for him. when he returns home and sees you cooking he leans on the doorway with his arms crossed and watches you in satisfaction with a pleased grin. he helps you out a little with only one of his hands while the other enjoys holding your waist. although he definitely found everything tasty he says that you are his favorite meal.

iwaizumi hajime, OSAMU MIYA, azumane asahi, KEISHIN UKAI, kita shinsuke, nishinoya yuu, wakatoshi ushijima

stickers

you used to regret oversleeping and not catching your man before leaving to work. but now as you wake up you see a trail of stickers following you straight to the breakfast. he uses different colors and fonts and draws hearts near your name every time. and it tells something either motivating or extremely cute like “sorry, cutie! your sleepy face is non-wakeable xoxo”, “call me when you read this i miss you:(“, "i hope you miss me too<3”, “why are you still reading this call me!!!” he also draws suns, stars, flowers, cats and everything that comes to mind when he thinks about you while writing. he is ready to make these notes every day if you’d call him and talk to him with the excited voice telling how much you’ve enjoyed these especially drawings.

hinata shoyo, SUGAWARA KOUSHI, oikawa tooru, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, YAMAGUCHI TADASHI, lev haiba, atsumu miya, morisuke yaku

kitchen dance

when you two miss the movie again because you both didn’t know what to wear, he suggests that you should bake something together. but as long as you ease the dough he unexpectedly takes your hand and starts to spin you. then he suddenly stops and catches your other hand with his, while his other arm gently moves to your waist. and it doesn’t bother you that all your hands are in flour. you two start swinging in sync with the imaginary melody. and he is surprisingly good at it. when you get used to the rhythm he lifts you up taking you fully in his arms. he covers you with kisses as you laugh and try to resist. he pretends to lose balance so you would grip his neck in order not to fall. he smirks and continues giving kisses all over your face. the happiness you two feel leads to this becoming a tradition.

atsumu miya, KUROO TETSUROU, tanaka ryuunosuke, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, tendou satori, terushima yuuji

#haikyu!! #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyu fluff #tsukishima kei #sugawara koushi #suna rintarou #kuroo tetsurou #osamu miya #atsumu miya #sakusa kiyoomi #kenma kozume #goshiki tsutomu #keiji akaashi #iwaizumi hajime #lev haiba #azumane asahi #ukai keishin #kita shinsuke #nishinoya yuu #wakatoshi ushijima #hinata shoyo #oikawa tooru #bokuto koutarou #yamaguchi tadashi #morisuke yaku #tendou satori #terushima yuuji #tanaka ryuunosuke

[hoejosatoru]

your faves written by my faves

I believe all anime men can be categorized by if they were written by Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey, or Ethel Cain. 

Characters: jujutsu kaisen, haikyuu, chainsaw man, tokyo revengers, demon slayer, attack on titan, hunter x hunter, buddy daddies, MHA, hell’s paradise

CW for suggestive content, toxic relationship for Ethel Cain category. All characters are time skip as applies (ex Tokyo rev/haikyuu). MDNI 

Written by Taylor Swift

Sweet & Romantic. The boy next-door type. Friends to lovers vibe. The type to throw rocks at your window and get you to sneak out just to watch the stars. Writes you letters. So many of each other’s firsts. Feels like a fairytale. Can range from a soft and gentle love to one that's fast and exciting, depending on person/situation. Always holds your hand when walking. A strong, healthy relationship. Would literally rather die than upset you. Buys you flowers. Sends you songs he thinks you’ll love. Calls you sweetheart, baby, my love. Loved by your friends and family. Makes you believe in love.

Yuta Okkotsu, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Denji (I swear once he calms down a lil he’d be a great partner), Takemichi, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Shinichiro, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Akaashi, Bokuto, Kageyama, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Kenma, 99% of the haikuu cast unless listed elsewhere, Giyu, Rengoku, Jean, Connie, Armin, Kurapika, Leorio, Kazuki, Hawks

“Can I tell you a secret?” your best friend asks. You’re laying out on a blanket, watching the stars. You look at him, admiring how they twinkle in his eyes.

“Of course.” 

“I think I love you.” He looks at you then, filling your chest with warmth. You’ve waited for him to say those words for so long, to name what has always existed between you.

“Can I show you what I think?” He nods eagerly. You lean in, pressing your lips to his. It is everything you always hoped it would be. He smiles into your kiss. “I think I love you, too.”

Written by Lana Del Rey

Sensual & Intense. Bad boy or hard exterior, but soft on the inside. Likes showing you off, but hates when other men look at you. Always has a hand on your lower back. Possessive, but in a controlling way. Dress slutty I can fight type. And he means it he will fuck anyone up for you. Makes you feel safe. Most likely to have a scandalous type of relationship (like an age gap, he has a bad reputation, etc). Probably has some sorta vice (smoking/drinking/fighting). High sex drive, he just can’t resist you :(. Probably has a daddy kink or is a dom (mostly soft/pleasure). Calls you princess, angel, pretty girl. Sometimes the relationship can be toxic, but you know the foundation is built on love. 

Draken, Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Wakasa, Baji, Taiju, Inui, Koko, Sanzu, Izana, Kakucho, basically all of tokyo rev unless listed elsewhere, Rei, Toji, Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Suna, Terushima, Atsumu, Ushijima, Coach Ukai, Aki, Kishibe, Tengen, Obanai, Sanemi, Akaza, Levi, Eren, Reiner, Zeke, Aizawa, Gabimaru, Yamada Asaemon Shion, Tenza

“Come ‘ere baby,” he calls to you. He’s been eyeing you in that little sundress all night and his will power has run thin. You stand between his legs, looking down at him with a soft smile. The setting sun twinkles against the chain around his neck, making him look extra handsome. His large hand is on the back of your thigh, sliding up higher and higher and- you gasp his name and he squeezes your ass under your dress.

“People are gonna see!” you whisper yell, gesturing to all your friends mingling in your backyard. He has a lazy smile on his face as he rubs circles on your inner thigh.

“Don’t care,” he says, “Can’t resist my pretty girl anymore.”

Written by Ethel Cain

Toxic & Addictive. A waling red flag, but baby you are color blind. You know you shouldn’t, but there’s just something about him. He’s addictive. Super possessive and controlling. Always has his hands on you. Leaves bruises. Most likely to be a criminal or something darker. Would kill for you. Swears he loves you and that's why he acts so crazy. Honestly brings out the crazy in you too. Super high sex drive, wants you all the time. Hard dom. Calls you my girl when feeling nice, slut when he isn’t. Says my slut when he’s somewhere in between. Codependent. Fuck everyone but us type.

Sukuna, Douma, Hantengu clones, Muzan, Gyutaro, Hanma, Aza Chobe, Chrollo, Feitan, hisoka, illumi

He has your jaw in his hands, squeezing. Hard. There’s a twisted smile on his face, one that makes your heart race and your thighs rub together. 

“You know you can never leave me, right?” he questions you. Though you know it is no question right. “You’re mine. Forever.” His hips have you pinned to the bed as he licks up your neck.

“All yours,” you reply. And you mean it. You were two halves of a fucked up whole. You loved him even if it drove you crazy.

His hand goes down your pants. “Good girl.”

#how many men can I fit into one post #jjk hcs #jjk headcanons #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers hcs #tokyo revengers headcanons #chainsaw man headcanons #haikyu headcanons #haikyu hcs #hxh headcanons #aot headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #demon slayer fic #demon slayer headcanons #hell's paradise smut #buddy daddies #draken drabble #gojo fanfic #geto hcs #bokuto headcanons #hinata headcanons #mikey headcanon #levi headcanons #too lazy to tag anymore

[airbendertendou]

best years ♡ kozume kenma + hinata shoyo

soulmate au where on your 18th birthday, two letters show up on your skin, showing the initials of your soulmate. cw ; an abundance of pet-names used , could b ooc , kenma and shoyo are also soulmates

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——♡——

It’s Akaashi that calls you for that weekend’s plans. You wake up Tuesday morning, expecting nothing new ; nothing out of your every day schedule. The call comes during your lunch, your drink half-way to your lips when Keiji! flashes on the screen.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” A teasing grin is on your lips as you set your drink down. A small laugh echoes from his side of the phone and your grin widens.

“The boys have come up with a plan.” Akaashi replies. He sighs into the receiver and you can see him leaning against his chair so clearly. “They want to get some volleyball players together for a reunion. Ko’s idea, of course. He’s really excited.”

“I can imagine,” you hum. “Why did you call me, then?”

Akaashi lets out a scoff, “you’re invited, obviously.”

“I wasn’t a player, Keiji.”

“No,” he sighs again, “but you were there for every game. You’re an honorary Fukurodani member. Thought you knew that.”

You click your tongue at his flattery. Akaashi pauses and then clears his throat before continuing to speak. “Kenma will be there. And a few out of town players. If that… makes you more interested.”

“You’re horrible!” you whisper into the phone. Biting your bottom lip, you peer around your desk, making sure none of your co-workers are listening in on your conversation. “That was years ago.”

Keiji hums, the sound of his chair squeaking echoes into the receiver — he’s swinging back-and-forth idly, it seems. “So, you’re saying them being there doesn’t influence you in any way?”

You gulp, the two letters on your collarbone burning as your thoughts swirl. You rub them absentmindedly, dazed as high school memories bounce around your mind with the reminder of how it felt to have a crush. How it felt to love freely — to explore the butterflies that trampled in your stomach and to see through the rose-tinted lenses that colored your every move.

But, that was all before your eighteenth birthday ; before your soulmate was revealed.

“If I show up,” you hope Akaashi doesn’t notice how tense your voice sounds now. He doesn’t speak as you pause, allowing you to collect your thoughts. “It’ll be because you asked me. Not anything else.”

His smug grin is audible as he replies, “whatever you say, [name]. I’ll see you then.”

——♡——

Tugging on your outfit of choice, you let out a breath full of nerves as you look over yourself once more. Not a single hair is out of place — all of the accessories you dragged out match perfectly and your shoes are comfortable enough to stand in for a while. A glance at your collarbone reassures you that the powder you smeared across the initials kept it hidden.

One less thing for you to worry about, at least.

A horn honks outside and a grin falls onto your lips as you rush out, hastily throwing your overnight bag in the trunk before falling into the arms that wrap around you. Kuroo grins as he squeezes your waist one last time before opening the door for you. “Been so long, [name]. How did we survive this long?”

You roll your eyes fondly as you click your seatbelt into place. “It’s been, like, three days. We got coffee the other day.”

“So long!” Kuroo whines as he starts his car. In the backseat, Lev is snoozing away on his sister’s shoulder. You send a wave her way, watching as she takes close up, unflattering pictures of Lev’s drooling face. She wiggles her fingers at you excitedly — another hug was coming your way, you knew. “Can’t believe you said yes to ‘Kashi’s invite and not mine.”

“Why would I ever say yes to you?” As the traffic light turns red, Kuroo turns to glare your way. Your giggle harmonizes with Alissa’s easily — the sound takes you back to high school and the games you’d sit at together. “I don’t even get why I’m invited, but whatever.”

Kuroo shrugs, soon pulling into the restaurant’s parking lot. “Think we’re friends and enjoy your company, or somethin’.”

Bokuto is the next one who pulls you into a crushing hug, swaying you side to side as he blubbers about finally seeing you again. You let out a laugh — you’d seen each other a week ago. He was still just as dramatic as Kuroo, it seemed.

A splotch of red catches your attention as more people come to greet you. Hinata Shoyo is at the bar, a grin on his face as he exchanges conversation with the person beside him. He’s just as bright as he’d always been ; just as enticing and pretty as giggles fall from his lips. Your throat suddenly feels dry — was that his soulmate? The one that’s made for him? It had to be ; with the easy conversation and flirtatious touches that were exchanged. 

“[Name],” a voice calls from behind you. He’s soft-spoken ; quiet and nonchalant as a hand rests on your shoulder. Kenma tilts his head, blinking slowly as your throat grows dryer. His hair has grown out, meeting his shoulders as it’s pulled back in a loose bun. “It’s nice seeing you.”

“Hey—” your voice cracks. Clearing your throat, you ignore the heat that rises up your neck and turn to face him fully instead. “Keiji said you were coming, but I wasn’t sure if you ‘d changed your mind.” 

Kenma hums, his hand falling from your shoulder to squeeze your hand lightly before his touch disappears. He sticks his hands in his pockets, golden gaze drifting across the restaurant restlessly. “Thought it would be… interesting to join.” 

A body is slammed into your back within the next second, arms latching onto your torso and squeezing you to them. Kenma grins for a split second before it settles into a small tilt on the right side of his mouth. A nose is nuzzled into your spine, “[name]! I didn’t even see you come in!”

“Hi, Sho,” you breathe. The red head loops around so that he’s holding your front now, his right arm shooting out to gather Kenma into the embrace. “You were— a little preoccupied when I got here.”

The blond across from you smirks at the dip in your voice, scanning your miffed expression and hiding his amusement. You were jealous — clearly — at Hinata and his charms. The red head frowns your way, “really? Still would’ve noticed you, I think.” 

“Guess not,” you grin. Your group gathers, sitting at the largest table that was offered. Laughter and endless chatter bounce off of the walls, drinks clinking together whenever someone would decide it’s time to cheers. Misjudging just how much you were drinking, soon the world was swirling and the colors were blending together. 

“Careful, sweetheart,” Kenma murmurs into your ear. You finish chugging the drink in your hand, beating Atsumu at a drinking contest. “Should start slowing down, hm?”

You shake your head, scrunching your nose, “‘m fine! All good here!”

Hinata chuckles, taking a sip of his own drink as he exchanges a look with the gamer as you gossip with Bokuto. The drinks have officially settled into your system now, blurring the world around you and muting any background noises. Heavy eyes blink at Bokuto as he continues to speak, leaning on the palm of your right hand. Hinata is to your left, finishing up his own drink — the alcohol hadn’t hit him yet [it probably wouldn’t ever] — Kenma sipping on his water to your right.

“Time to head home.” Akaashi calls quietly. He and Kuroo are the other two who are sober, fondly smiling at the rest of you. He taps Bokuto on the shoulder gently, receiving a whine in response. “We’ve rented a house for everyone for the weekend. Figured this would happen.”

Everyone stands up, some leaving to their own homes while the rest follow behind Akaashi diligently. Kenma waits by the door as Shoyo wakes you up, helping you stand. He smiles tenderly at the sleepy pout on your lips, “c’mon, pretty. Time to go.”

“We’ll walk back,” Kenma speaks. His hands are in his pockets again, hair tucked behind his ear as he smiles at the way you’re leaning on Hinata. “Isn’t too far. If you both don’t mind?”

The sky is clear as you walk, a small breeze drifting through the street. The weather is chilly, but warm enough that you aren’t shivering and your teeth aren’t chattering. You grab Shoyo’s hand, lacing your fingers through Kenma’s right after as you start to hum. 

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” you slur out. Swinging your entwined hands, you raise your head so that you’re facing the sky. Kenma shares a grin with the red-head as you continue the children’s song. “Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

“Only hiccuped once, angel.” Shoyo tugs on your hand. You grin his way, eyes closing with how wide you smile. He looks to Kenma, “time for bed for this one, I think.”

Kenma nods fondly as you race to the house that’s come into view, hopping onto a still-drunk Bokuto. He cheers joyfully as the two of you babble — your words have stopped slurring, but you’re still not making much sense. The gamer sighs, “not much has changed, huh?”

Shoyo grins, “not much at all.”

You’re sharing a room with Kenma. Which is completely fine — it’s roomy enough for both of you to be comfortable. But, you still gulp at the thought of him being so close — all night. Hinata is in the room across from yours with Atsumu, the latter already snoring as you bid Shoyo goodnight.

An oversized, older Fukurodani shirt is thrown over your torso, sleep shorts snug underneath as you brush your teeth. Now that the alcohol’s haze is gone, you feel sleepy ; lucid as you get ready for bed.

Kenma is playing with his gaming console when you enter, glancing at you briefly with a smile before looking back down at his game. You nod in agreement — decorating a house or two sounded so fun right now.

But the silence surrounding the both of you wasn’t comfortable. It was tense — eerie — as shy glances were exchanged. You cleared your throat once, then again as Kenma made no move. You pursed your lips, getting a stupid, bad idea, but going with it anyways. 

“Kozume.”

You’re on your back within the next second, blond hair blocking your face from anything else. Kenma is hovering above you, hands on either side of your head.

“Wanna try that again?”

Before you know it, shy giggles are peeling from your lips as your cheeks heat up drastically. The drinks you’d had earlier had melted away — no longer settled in your stomach — but some of the effects still lingered.

“Kenma,” you coo out. He grins at this, peering down at you with a visible flush. You want to curl your arms around his neck ; ache to bring him close enough to taste. You bite your lip instead, “why are you so quiet?”

“I’m always quiet, sweetheart.” You heave in a breath at the pet-name, grin splitting your face into two. Kenma tilts his head, “jus’ thinking of some things.”

“Like what?” As you shuffle, your shirt slips over your shoulder. Your tattoo was now bare for him to see — bare from the powder you’d applied and free for him to look over. It seems to knock the both of you out of your pink bubble, the reminder of soulmates. Kenma scoots onto his knees, eyes on the floor as he grabs his game once more. You frown, fixing your shirt as you sit up. “Um— what are you playing?”

“Unnamed Animal Game.”

“Oh!” you perked up immediately, scooting closer so that you could peer over his shoulder. “I was just about to play that, too.”

Kenma is the one watching over your shoulder now, watching as you chose to design houses instead of play normally. He lets out a snort, “your island is worse than Shoyo’s and he hasn’t been playing as long.”

Sitting up straight, your eyes widen at Kenma’s words. “Shoyo plays this? And hasn’t added me?!” 

You frown, fighting with your blankets to stomp your way to Hinata’s room. Atsumu is still snoring when you creak the door open, the light from Hinata’s phone glowing on his cheeks. He looks up at you and grins, rushing to you quietly as you gesture him your way. Shoyo closes the door behind him, gathering you in his arms before pushing you back to your room gently. “What are we doing? Sleepover? This is so fun!”

“He didn’t bring it with him,” Kenma speaks up, eyes on his game once more. He glances up at both of you with a half-smile, “can’t play with him now.”

“Shoyo!” your voice teeters on the edge of becoming whiny, going up an octave as you flop onto the bed beside Kenma. “You haven’t added me on Unnamed Animal Game? Thought we were closer than that.” To add a dramatic flare, you let out a little sniffle.

Hinata falls onto the bed beside you, pulling you to his chest and giving you a nice squeeze. He’s warm — comforting in every sense of the word as he allows you to settle against him. “Of course we’re close. Maybe not as we were, but…”

A part of you feels bad, knowing you’d just been joking. But, Shoyo’s voice is solemn now, matching the frown Kenma isn’t trying to hide. You look up from his chest, eyes bouncing between the both of them before settling on Kenma’s hands. He’s holding one of Hinata’s, his console long forgotten as he reaches to hold your hand, too. “We can be like that again, you know. People drift and come back all the time.”

“It was right when we got our names, huh?”

You freeze at Kenma’s observation, clutching his hand tighter before letting out a breath and relaxing. Hinata’s thumb rubs against your hip as you sink further into his chest. The blond smiles at you both before speaking again, ”A soulmate shouldn’t keep us from being friends.”

“Or two.” Shoyo says it casually, but you can feel your heart speed up at the implication. He squeezes you once more, his hand tugging Kenma closer. “I— think I have two soulmates. Always have.” 

Your collarbone tingles ; burns as Kenma lays behind you now. Hinata’s right arm is draped around your waist, still clinging to the gamer’s hand. Kenma has let go of your hand in order to snuggle against the back of your neck, drawing you closer with Shoyo’s grip. The blond sighs, “N and S. Those are my letters — that’s my name.”

“K and N,” Shoyo is bouncing his leg now. He taps your hip, “And I’d bet yours is S and K, hm?”

“This is real?” You breathe out. Kenma pulls you closer as Hinata’s hold grows tighter. “We’re soulmates?” A break of silence and then — “how can we be so sure?”

“I think we’ve always known. Unconsciously.” Kenma nods slowly, reassuring himself of what he was saying. “Since we met.”

“But, we can talk more in the morning,” Hinata pulls the comforter over the three of you. You snuggle deeper into his chest as Kenma nuzzles his nose further into your hair. Placing a kiss on your cheek, then leaning over to give the blond one as well, he lets out a content sigh. “I’m pretty sure we’re right, though. Destined, as they say.”

Kenma lets out a chuckle that vibrates all the way down your spine. “Tomorrow, Sho. Sleep now.”

You click your tongue, ready to argue even though your eyes have slid shut. “What do you know about sleeping early?”

Hinata lets out a giggle before settling down. “Shh! Goodnight now, my loves!”

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[shibaraki]

EVERY OTHER FRECKLE ┊ HINATA SHOYO

synopsis: finally able to visit your boyfriend after many long months of navigating time zones and phone calls, Hinata is eager to get his mouth on you.

tags: NSFT, AFAB reader, established (long distance) relationship, beginner portuguese speaking hinata (reader doesn't speak it), reuniting with a loved one, fluff and smut, porn with plot, sub leaning hinata (called 'good boy'), vaginal oral sex (reader receiving), face sitting, coming untouched (shoyo), no reference to readers height (that I'm aware of)

wc: 6.4k

“I can’t believe you”.

Your complaint is muffled through continuous, enthusiastic kisses. Hinata only grins against your mouth, taken by the fond exasperation there, and far too enamoured by how good it is to hear your voice in person again. Tucked close to his side and slightly wrinkled is his homemade placard where your name is written in large letters, decorated with cheap glitter. 

“I wanted to make sure you could see me,” he pouts his bottom lip in your direction as he pulls away, gently bumping against your shoulder and reaching for your hand, seeking forgiveness as your fingers intertwine. The Japanese forms naturally on his tongue, a kernel of home settling in his chest. Looking back at you he can tell that you aren’t really angry—a little embarrassed maybe, but in a good way. Bashful. 

“As if I could ever miss you in these crowds,” you tease back, palms tightly pressed, “you’re brighter than everyone else here”. 

He hears your deep sigh as he peers down at his clothes, shorts navy blue where they sit above the knee and his t-shirt plain white. Most of the arriving tourists are dressed in far more eye-catching colours than he is. With the inner flesh of his cheek sucked between his teeth, he wonders if you were talking about his hair. 

“Not what I meant,” you lightly nudge him with your elbow as you walk side by side towards the congregation of yellow painted taxis lined up outside of the airport. The air becomes heavier with the heat, familiar to him but not to you, stifling you under the afternoon sun. 

As the crowds begin to thicken he pulls you in closer without much thought, keeping you at his side as you squeeze through countless tourists to get to the other side of the car park. “Are we not getting a ride to your place?”

“We are,” he glances over his shoulder to grin in your direction, fingers squeezing lightly at your thinly veiled confusion. Tucking the placard between his thighs he takes his phone from his shorts pocket with his free hand, the milk carton case still in mildly good condition and bulky in his hand as he unlocks it onto the live map, thumb pointing to the moving car icon getting closer to his location. At the top is the profile of the driver he'd called ahead of time— Tomás. 

“Got us an Uber. It’s a little easier is all…” a car turns a corner and begins to slow in real time, synchronised with the app as it pings to notify him of its arrival. Sign now in hand and yours in the other, he guides you forward and indicates that you sit in the back. 

“Olá,” Shoyo chimes in greeting as the driver climbs out of his seat, opening your door for you and ushering you in. He’s in loose clothing, long dark hair pushed back over his crown with the assistance of his orange tinted sunglasses. Slapping the roof of his vehicle he squints down at the luggage still standing on the pavement beside him. 

“Oi!” Tomás nods and begins to circle around the back to the trunk. “Deixa que eu coloco a bagagem no porta-malas”. 

“‘brigado,” Shoyo replies, dropping heavily into the seat beside you as the suitcase you brought is lifted into the back. The car jolts on its axis as the boot door is slammed shut and his belt buckle clicks into place. In the front, Tomás starts the engine, and he feels it humming against the underside of his thighs. 

Shoyo’s eyes flicker momentarily to the incessant honking ahead, a few taxis becoming congested at the exit. The app told him it shouldn’t take more than ten minutes, but he knew better than to underestimate the traffic. 

“Uh. Qu—Qual é a distância daqui?” he asks. In his periphery he sees your expression lift, gentle surprise and pride stitched into the seams of your smile. Somehow, around you he always felt impossibly tall. 

“Uns vinte minutos se o trânsito estiver bom,” is the answer, accompanied by the flippant wave of a hand. Appeased, Shoyo leans in closer to your space, warmed by how you mirror the action, and rests his hand on your leg. Fingers encircle his wrist in unspoken warning as his own curl into your inner thigh.

“We’ll get to my place in around twenty minutes if the traffic stays calm,” he relays, tracing the stitching of your sweatpants. He can feel the way your muscle tenses at the small touch as he slowly works his way up. 

You shoot him a withered glare, consciously glancing toward the rear view mirror. With a cheek bitten grin he asks, “What?” 

“You know what,” you reply under your breath, applying some force to his forearm, sliding it back to a more appropriate place. He lets you, unable to find it in himself to be sorry. 

“Your Portuguese sounds a lot better now,” you tell him, quick to change the subject. Heat blooms along his cheeks under your praises as it settles in his gut.  

“Y’think so?” he feels the restless excitement spread to his limbs, left knee bouncing behind the empty passenger seat. “It’s just the basics. Pedro has been helping me a lot!”

“I wouldn’t know anything about the basics. But your accent definitely sounds a lot more natural,” you say, voice low and accompanied by the squeezing of his wrist as if to show your sincerity. The touch, while tender, is searing. He’d missed you. 

The first time Shoyo met you was in nursery school. At the sweet age of seven—also fondly remembered as the year he lost his front tooth running into a glass door—he’d found you at the foot of the playground bouncing a ball off one of the walls. It made an amusing noise with each impact and every time it flew back at you, you caught it with ease. Thump, ring, thump, ring.

Impressed by your reflexes, he had asked to try it, only to put forth too much strength and have it bounce back full force into his face. While you ran to find a teacher and an ice pack he had valiantly tried not to cry, not because of the pain but because of the embarrassment.

Once you got back you held his hand all the way to the infirmary, as one cheek began to purple you pressed a light kiss to the bruise and the other bloomed pink. “Not being good at stuff is ok,” you’d told him with a serious pinch to your expression, “because now you learned something different!” 

“That bein’ hit by a ball hurts?” 

“You know now to not throw it at that an—angle,” you corrected. “You gotta keep trying Hinata. So let’s try again tomorrow!”

Realistically, he knows he would’ve tried again without your encouragement, because Shoyo was born stubbornly curious. Being both the light of his mothers life and the bane of her existence was a full time job; things like rules and boundaries oftentimes went in one ear and out the other. If he wanted to do something he’d always try it. But your unfettered belief in him, your promise of being there to cheer him on, felt monumental to him at that age. 

With every failed spike, over the lonely echo of a ball rolling through an empty gym, he heard it. Keep trying, Hinata! Try again tomorrow! 

He brushes his thumb across your knee at the memory. When he really thinks about it, you might’ve been the nest itself, rather than the person who pushed him out of it. 

As the Uber pulls up to the curb just across from his apartment building he reminisces the simplicity that came with his childhood. There are elements of it in his life that he can’t let go of—playing volleyball, biking over steep hills, making himself egg on rice every morning, most of all you—but still he can’t ignore the changes that came with his adulthood. Seven year old Shoyo had you to himself, if he wanted to see you all he needed to do was ask and you’d be there that afternoon. 

Now you were typically 11,540 miles apart. He knows, he'd googled it. Everything felt so different in Rio, even his love towards you. There was a newfound appreciation for just how supportive you were of him, how willing you had been to let him go, and the trust you’d afforded to him in doing so. 

Tomás shuts the car off and the hum of the engine comes to a halt. He extends his arm over the back of the passenger seat to briefly address you both before getting out, “Vou pegar sua bagagem”.

You follow suit, a repetitive beep sounding as you unlock your car door and push it open, grinning with excitement. Tomás politely hands you the luggage and throws Shoyo a quick thumbs up as he gives him his thanks once more. “Tenha uma boa estadia no Rio!”

“What’d he say?” you ask as the vehicle speeds into the distance, turning a sharp corner onto the main road until he’s no longer in sight. 

“To enjoy your time in Rio,” he recites with a toothy grin, leaning forward to snatch the suitcase handle with the placard tucked in his armpit. “You can start by letting me carry this up the stairs!”

“I’m capable of carrying it—!” you huff your complaint and ultimately give in, following after him as he turns to cross the street, reaching again for his hand. On the opposite side there is a short, cedar coloured wall separating the dull cream building from the street, the paint having chipped away with time. Overhead there are small balconies for each household, all unique to the individual and decorated with different things. Some are loaded with clothing racks and washing lines, others covered in plants and greenery. There are beach towels drying in the late evening sun, music playing from one of the upper floors, and cigarette smoke billowing from another. 

Shoyo points your intertwined hands to the fourth balcony on the right, smiling as you squint against the sun to look. “That one’s ours,” he says. It isn’t frivolously decorated with lights or flags, but he does have a plant on the outdoor table that hasn’t died yet that he wants you to see. 

“Is Pedro home?” 

He shrugs as he tries to remember what time he said he'd leave. It’s much cooler in the lobby, an old fan tucked by the long line of letterboxes and a broken elevator beside the wide set staircase. As he takes a moment to peek into his own the entrance door falls shut and slams heavily behind you. He frowns at the sound of your startled gasp. 

“Are you nervous to meet him?” he asks, “I promise he’s a really good guy. He likes a lot of the same manga we do, and even cooks for me sometimes!” 

“I know”. 

“If you really are worried, I don't think he'll be there right now. He has a girlfriend so—!”

The palm of your free hand, soft against his lips and smelling of sanitizer, covers his moving mouth so the words are muffled. “Shoyo, I know. I promise it’s fine”. 

Hinata pauses and squints his eyes, as if doing so would help him see through to all the thoughts you weren’t sharing, but it doesn’t work. All he can see are the bags beneath your eyes and the small piece of broken skin on your lower lip where you’ve anxiously bitten it. A faint sense of guilt befalls him—he’d been so happy about you being here, he hadn’t spared a thought for how difficult the journey must’ve been. 

“Wanna shower when we get in? Change into something comfier?” he murmurs, moving into your space as his voice lowers. “The jet lag kinda messed me up the first few days too… I shoulda remembered”. 

Angling yourself in a silent bid for a kiss, he grants the request happily, letting go of your suitcase and the sign to cradle your jaw. Lips slow and purposeful against lips, his tongue slips into your eager mouth and he finally gets a real taste of you. The minutes pass uninterrupted, sharing shallow breaths as a pleased hum swells in your throat, parting only at the sound of footsteps descending the stairs to the lobby. 

The resident passes without a second glance, your bodies hit with a wave of heat as they open the door to exit, then slamming shut once again. Some of the tension he had plucked from you returns, but Shoyo remains nonplussed, already used to such open displays of affection after being here for so long. “Missed you,” he says, keeping your attention on him. You hold his gaze and the nerves dissipate. 

“I missed you,” you return his small smile, turning into his palm as you speak to kiss his heart line. “We should head up. I like the sound of a shower”. 

He takes up your luggage and this time you have no complaints, choosing to carry the placard for him. Laughter reverberates through the tiled staircase as he rushes to take two steps at a time to wait for you on the fourth floor, bouncing on the balls of his feet as you ascend. It reminds him of all those journeys home together, how he always raced ahead of you on his bike, struggling less and less against the incline as his training progressed. He always waited for you at the top. 

Further into the building, he stops outside a cream coloured door with the number ‘47’ screwed above the peephole. Pulling his keys out of his pocket and lining it up against the lock, he grins over his shoulder before theatrically throwing it open. “This is us,” he cheers. 

By way of habit, the two of you leave your shoes lined up neatly at the door. There is no familiar genkan, but instead a short hallway leading into an open kitchen and living room area, a small table placed between the spaces to give the illusion of separation. You sigh, content at the cool tile against the soles of your feet as he leads you forward with ongoing commentary, blindly reaching behind him for your hand once more. 

“That’s my cupboard right there… and I got the two bottom shelves in the fridge… Oh, the T.V. is by the kitchen table since there isn’t much room…”

You’re attentive to him as he guides you, nodding along and appraising all the things he points out to you. He knows he’s rambling, a little glad that Pedro isn’t here to see it, but watching you settle into the home he’d made for himself stirs something in his chest. You leave his side to set down the sign and peer out from the balcony, your silhouette darkened by the sunlight, it refracting in your eyes once you look over at him. “It’s beautiful Shoyo,” you tell him. 

He leaves your suitcase by the sofa in favour of shaping himself against your back, hands idly pawing at your waist as he kisses the delicate skin beneath your ear. “Looks better now you’re here,” he says, steadying himself with a smile when you sink into him with a drawn out exhale, slightly arching your hips back against him. 

Arousal simmers in his belly, warm and tight past the waistband of his shorts as he presses himself against the curve of your ass, your coy movements coaxing blood to his cock. He nips at your jaw, hands slipping beneath the hem of your shirt just to feel you, remapping your body with his fervent touch. 

“You should shower before we get too carried away,” he mumbles, the suggestion contradicted as he cups your breast, circling his thumb over your nipple until it pebbles. You groan, tilting to hide your face in his hair, only for him to seize your lips with his own. 

He wants it to be quick. Just the one—once more to interrupt your line of thought, to stop you from convincing him otherwise, because he knows you’ll want to wash after a full day of travel. But it turns to two, then three. Ignoring the awkward angle and the pinch in his neck, Hinata moulds himself closer, impatient as he rolls his hips into you, wishing he could reach every part of you. 

The force pushes you against the balcony door, the glass window pane cold through the fabric of your shirt. A thrill frissons through him for a moment at the thought of you both being seen from the street.

You murmur into his mouth, “Sho, I wanna see you”. 

He laughs, loosening his grip just enough that you can turn to face him. You wrap around his neck, a hand lazily playing with the soft hair on his nape as your noses brush. Following the haphazard pattern of freckles dusting his skin, you kiss along the swell of his cheeks. “Look at you. You’re all pink,” you grin, the heated atmosphere momentarily quietened into something giddy that makes him feel like he could run the length of the beach. 

“Must’ve been out in the sun too long,” he says, his voice thickening as he looks at you. He’s so happy you’re here he could cry. 

You must realise it too, he thinks, because your eyes grow a little misty. “I know the feeling”. 

Neither of you make any indication of moving. His arms cinch around your back, foreheads leant together as you continue to soak in the long missed intimacy. Wrapped up in one another, swaying slightly on your feet, he thinks back on those first few nights here; spent sleeping with his phone tucked right under his ear, your gentle voice rambling about what you had done or planned to do that day. 

Nothing held a candle to this. Shoyo seldom felt lonely anymore, he was surrounded by undeniably brilliant people, but that didn’t mean he felt belonging. He loved Rio, the generous hours of sun and the sand between his toes, the music and the arms of the community that welcomed him—but he struggled to feel at home, and always thought that would only be found in Miyagi. 

Having you here, even for just a short few hours, proved otherwise. 

“Love you,” he murmurs, and you return the sentiment with reverence. Slowly rubbing his hands along the planes of your back, you’re lulled into a false sense of calm before he’s landing a firm smack against your ass, both hands gripping your cheeks. You yelp, pulling the hair by his neck in retaliation. 

“What was that for?!”

“Nothin’,” he grins, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he pulls you against his pelvis, his cock half hard and caught between your bodies. Your lashes flutter briefly, rocking your pelvis forward. “We should shower”. 

“We?” you repeat, voice coloured in fond disbelief. “Somehow I don’t think we’ll be washing each other's hair”. 

“I like when you wash my hair. You’re good with your hands,” he comments offhandedly as he massages away the sting in your rear, inching further into your warmth with every caress. You shift, feet parting a little further and reflexively curving your spine to close the distance until his fingers barely pass over the crotch of your sweatpants. 

“What if…” your tongue darts across your lower lip as he retreats, having only intended to tease you, “…what if Pedro comes back?” 

“He’s at his girlfriend's place tonight. Said he didn’t want to impose on our reunion, which was pretty nice of him”. It wasn’t a lie, though those weren’t exactly the words he’d used—more along the lines of I’d rather not listen to you two fucking. 

“Okay,” your arms become lax around his neck and you slide your hands to his clavicle, gently tracing your nail over his collarbone. He recognises the pattern as you repeat it, the written kanji for his first name, right over a new burst of freckles. “But I really do need to wash up, baby. If you distract me we’ll end up wasting water”. 

“Sure, I know,” as you instruct him he nods continuously, distracted by his own enthusiasm as he begins to walk you backwards towards the bathroom, keeping a firm grip on your ass while he guides you around the furniture. “I can behave. No problem”. 

He almost stumbles at the sight of your wry grin, expression waning into something sultry. “Yeah?” you breathe, thumb stroking over his quickening pulse, “gonna be a good boy for me?” 

“Yeah, I’m— porra!” he grunts as he blindly searches behind your back for the handle, pushing the door open with a little more force than necessary. His frustration turns sheepish at the sound of your suppressed laughter. 

“Someone’s impatient”. 

“Can’t help it,” he can’t help flexing just a little either, pride rearing in his chest as you run your hands over his shoulders, coming to rest at his biceps and squeezing the muscles appreciatively. Ten days with you would not be enough. 

“I know,” you reply smiling. “How about I jump in while you grab us some towels?” 

“Alright,” not so eager to let go of you, he lingers for a moment, listlessly rubbing the hem of your shirt with a pout before stepping back. “The left valve is cold and the right is hot”. 

He hears the water start running as he flits through the apartment. The sound spurs him on, sliding against the tiled floor to get to the narrow linen closet—hardly. It’s more to house the boiler than anything else, but there is a small stack of shelves tucked under the pipes that Pedro liked to use for towels and bedding. Keeps them warm, he said.

Shoyo returns to you with haste, two thick towels held close to his chest, one a washed out blue and the other green. The shower has not warmed enough to steam the room, but it’s close, condensation slowly beginning to steam up the mirror above the sink. Your silhouette moves behind the thin curtain; he quietly shuts the door and watches you turn towards the spray, head tilted back as it laps at your chest. 

Stripping himself down, he deposits the clothes into the wash basket before setting the towels atop it. An intermingling of anticipation and giddiness stirs in his chest as he lingers by the shower, scuffing the bathmat under his feet. He hadn’t seen you in so long that it all felt new again, and something about that was deeply comforting. You hadn’t tired of him, of each other. 

There’s an ache, too. Familiar and pointed between his legs, he ghosts his hand along his abdomen to cup himself, giving a gentle squeeze for relief before he steps in. 

Thankfully the space is just big enough to fit you both, though it requires some close contact. As you turn to greet him—hair already saturated and clinging to your cheeks, suds of shampoo slipping into the valley of your chest—he takes purchase of your waist, grinning at the wet slide of your breasts to his front. 

“Você vem sempre aqui?” he asks with a coquettish inflection. 

You melt into him, his cock twitching against your navel. “You know I don’t understand what you’re talking about, right?” 

“It’s flirty. I’m asking if you come here often… I think,” he huffs, a grin biting into his cheeks as he beckons you into a kiss. You smile with it, chest rising with an amused breath, your nipples pebbling where skin meets skin. 

“So you know pick-up lines too? Exactly where did you get the chance to practise those?” you say, your voice nothing but playful. You trusted him. 

He replies without embarrassment, “In the mirror, when I’m shaving”. 

You laugh, just as he’d hoped you would. The sound inebriates him, so clear and endearing as it reverberates through the bathroom; his bathroom, not the tinny speaker of his laptop or his phone. You’re here, yielding and giggling and wet in his hands, letting him crowd you against the cool tile with his knee tucked between your legs. 

“Missed you so bad,” he murmurs, barely audible over the white noise as the spray dampens his hair to his forehead. Clutching your hips he rocks you against the meat of his thigh, moaning in tandem at the drag of your pussy against him, “I’m happy you’re here”.

“I missed you too,” you tell him again, a pleased hum building in your chest as you smooth your fingertips over his pecs where the water is trickling over his shoulder. You collect the droplets and flick them at his nose, his eyes squinting instinctively, “if you can’t keep your hands to yourself the least you can do is use the body wash”. 

He heeds your instruction, reluctantly turning to the shower rack hung over the valve pipe and grabbing his body wash. The bottle is difficult to miss, bright yellow and decorated with stickers of passionfruit to advertise the scent, sitting garish beside Pedro’s products. 

Nice had accidentally picked up the wrong bottle once and found the scent a little too fruity for her tastes, offering it to him instead. He’d been buying it for himself ever since. Shoyo observes you as you first read the label, then meet his steady gaze with a smile. “Passionfruit?” 

There’s no inclination of teasing, but he still feels the need to defend his choice. “It smells good and it makes my skin soft!” 

The corners of your mouth pinch as you refrain from laughing again. “Lather me up and show me, then,” you say. There’s no command behind it, and yet something inside of him switches.

So he does. The gel carries a dark orange hue, cool in the palm of his hand. He steps back partly under the spray to give you room—though not without another quick peck to your lips—he makes quick work of massaging it into your skin. 

He starts with your shoulders, rubbing his hands up the sides of your throat before making his way toward your chest. He cups each breast, indulgently squeezing and rolling your nipples between his fingers until you’re taking his wrist and guiding it to your belly. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” he mumbles. The bathroom light is dimmed by the curtain, but still glistening on your skin, exaggerating the movements as your abdomen flinches beneath his reverent touches. The suds slip tantalisingly over your hips, and he slowly lowers himself into a crouch to lather your thighs. 

His cock twitches as he settles, heavy and neglected, eyes now level with your pussy. But he promised he'd be good—so he starts with your left ankle, lifting it from the basin floor and working thick fingers up your calf to the back of your knee. 

When he reaches your thigh, a hand threads lovingly into his hair, nails scratching light against his scalp. Even as he tilts into the touch in an almost feline manner, jaw slackening at the slight pull, he continues to work at your flesh. 

Moving to your right he repeats the motions and peers up at you through half lidded eyes, panting softly through the steam and the heat. Hot. You’re too hot, standing over him bare, the water trickling between your breasts. He holds your searing gaze, tongue touching his lips as your eyes briefly flutter. 

“Is—does that feel better?” he asks, his thumb nearing the crease of your thigh. 

“Yeah,” you cradle the side of his face, nodding as you speak faintly, “always so good to me, aren’t you?”

It pulls him closer, and he feigns innocence as he leans forward to press a kiss to your pussy. When you don’t immediately reprimand him he opens his mouth to roll his tongue through your folds, groaning at the taste of your arousal. So distinctly you. Your grip at his roots tightens, the warning weak and half hearted as you let him close his lips around your clit. 

A shiver quakes through you, your weight bearing down in a moment of weakness as he keeps you upright with his arm, mumbling his name under your breath. You keep him there, and your pulse beats on his tongue, thighs clenching around him as he pleases you from memory. He tries to keep his sights on you, drinking in the pure expression of want that he had so sorely missed, the image throbbing through his cock where it leaks between his thighs.

He gets greedy, as he always does when it comes to you. Your knee hooked over his shoulder, clamped in place by the crook of his arm, his free hand rough where it sinks into the fat of your ass to pull you impossibly closer. He breathes deeply through his nose as you cant your hips forward, tongue lolling out of his mouth and curling upwards, only for his head to be yanked back a second too soon. 

And he submits to it, relaxes the muscles in his neck as your hand holds him angled just out of the way of the water, blinking away the droplets that fray from the showerhead. At his willingness, your grip relaxes. “Please,” he whines softly. 

Releasing his hair, you frame his face with your palms and wipe away the water irritating his lashes. “We’re getting too carried away,” you tell him, “so come help me rinse off. Then you can take me to bed and I’ll sit on your face without racking up your water bill”. 

You’re so thoughtful, so good to him, he thinks. Shoyo lurches to his feet, graceless as he bundles you into his arms and moves your bodies to stand directly beneath the stream, hands flocking the lines of your frame to wipe away the suds. His enthusiasm makes you snort, a beam so wide it wrinkles by your eyes as they squeeze shut under the spray. 

Satisfied with the results, he reaches to shut off the shower. Silence quickly permeates the room, white noise no longer filling the space. Tugging the curtain aside, he pulls you out onto the bathmat and your startled gasp cuts through the quiet. “Easy,” you exclaim, laughter present in your voice, as if calming an over excited animal. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he mutters, not at all apologetic as he unceremoniously wraps the large green towel around your shoulders. You appease him with a knowing smile, and after two attempts at tucking his own towel in at his waist, he’s finally pulling you out of the bathroom.

Steam plumes behind you, dissipating into the ventilated air. The apartment is still notably quiet—Pedro had not come back for any reason. Your damp footfalls are sharp against the tiled floor as he draws you in by the waist, your arms trapped in the fabric as he forges a path of kisses along the column of your throat, stumbling backwards into the door left ajar to his bedroom and kicking it shut. 

“Careful—!”

When he eventually lets you go it’s only to seat himself on the edge of his bed, lying back to prop himself onto his elbows. Heat sits molten in his core as you linger by the mattress, hands clasping the towel around your chest while you appraise him. The soft hair on his arms stands on end as a drop of water drips between his shoulder blades. 

“You want me that badly, hm?” 

Your voice is soft around the edges, the question almost breathless. You’re teasing him, but there’s an air of relief there too, your fists loosening where they’re knotted at your sternum. “Need you,” he swallows the saliva beneath his tongue as you gradually approach, “been waiting to taste you again for months”.  

The anticipation pulls at his consciousness, and like a stray thread he begins to unravel, his words giving way to the momentum as he starts to ramble. “Touched myself every night thinking about you. Some–sometimes more than once, because it was never enough. Never as good as you—”

He feels the mattress dip under your weight as you straddle his hips, murmuring sweet noises of understanding as he speaks. You gently open up the towel and discard it as you rock back against his covered cock, the complaints cut short with a pained whimper. While the fabric is coarse, the friction is incredible. 

Your hands lie flat against his front, nails lightly tracing the defined lines of his abdomen, watching on fondly as his stomach jumps. “I’m sorry it took me so long to be here Shoyo,” you tell him, sliding your palms up to his chest and rolling the pad of your thumb over his nipple. “You’ve been so patient with me”. 

Your stare is heady, lips parted as you reacquaint yourself with his body and he arches into the touch, heat flushing across his cheeks. You grind along the swell of his cock once more, and the momentary relief has him sinking back into the quilts. He wishes he could make a joke, resist more like he usually would and tell you he can wait a little longer, but the buzz under his skin is anything but forbearing.

You must see it in his expression, he thinks. The desperation; because you are moving yourself up the length of his torso before he can start pleading. Your knees settle either side of his head, his uncertain hands coming to rest at the back of your legs. He exhales shakily as you keep yourself suspended above him, your pussy invitingly wet and warm. His tilts his chin, chasing the heat with his tongue, whining mournfully as you lift yourself further from reach.

“Say please,” you murmur. 

“Please,” he rasps heatedly. “Fuck my face. I want you to cum. Please”.

You lower and he groans open mouthed at the weight of you, arms readily dragging you impossibly closer. Feeling your minute jolt above him at the first lave of his tongue, he dips into your arousal as if he were kissing you, tentatively circling your entrance as it throbs around him.

Muffled by your thighs, he hears your drawn out moan as your clit slides along the bridge of his nose. You sink into the press of his lips until he’s short of breath and he clutches at the fat of your ass, encouraging the back and forth rock of your hips once he relaxes his jaw further. 

Your body folds inwards once you begin to set a pace, one hand curled into the sheets for support and the other taking root in his hair. He lays his tongue out flat as you grind against it, tensing and softening alternately, the empty ache winding tighter in his pelvis at your pleasure. Both feet planted flat to the ground, his hips roll upwards into the frictionless air with every fervent praise that spills from your lips, precum leaking weakly onto his navel. 

He’s determined to keep his eyes open, to watch you fall apart as you use him. Your expression is pinched in bliss, lashes fluttering as you struggle to hold his stare. The pressure increases when you bear down onto his tongue a little rougher. No longer needing to coax you, Shoyo releases his grip on your rear and reaches his arms up around your thighs, cupping your bouncing tits in each hand. 

“Shit. So good for me, Shoyo. Missed you, missed your mouth,” you murmur behind gritted teeth as your movements shorten, losing the smooth roll of your hips in favour of rutting without abandon into his mouth. The slick sound of his tongue passing through your folds again and again rings loud in his ears, and when you tighten your fingers against his scalp he knows to maintain deliberate pace.

You’re close. He revels in it, groaning against your pussy and grinning once you chase the vibration. He’s wet—his chin and his cheeks, his nose where it rubs along your swollen clit, his cock where it twitches on his belly.  “Fuck. Keep—just like that, baby”. 

A gutteral sound gets caught in your throat as your thighs seize either side of his head, a shudder quaking through your body, interrupting your rhythm. From above your head tips forward, hung between your shoulders as your eyes screw shut and your jaw falls slack. You ride him harder. The heat is gathering, winding tighter and tighter in his centre as the nerves in his body call out to be touched. You clench around his tongue with his name on your own and something taut inside of him is released. His heels kick out along the carpet as you cum, stinging the soles of his feet, and the air is pulled from his lungs. 

He groans alongside you once the rock of your hips slows into a languid roll, then eventually to a stop. You release your grip on his hair and massage your fingers apologetically into his scalp as you shift your trembling thighs back to sit on his chest. Your eyes widen imperceptibly at the sight of him. 

Ruddy cheeked, a mess of cum and spit, his lungs heaving on a stuttered exhale. You glance over your shoulder to the end of the bed, and quickly back to him in delight, taking his face into your hands. He blinks up at you, totally besotted.

Readjusting yourself to brace your body over him with knees either side of his waist, you lean forward to kiss him. He feels a kindling of arousal as your tongue fleetingly dips into the seam of his mouth to taste yourself, but it soon simmers, still far too spent. “Looks like I made more of a mess than I thought,” you murmur, your voice thick with affection, “I love you. You did so well. My good boy”. 

The praise swaddles him and he smiles drunkenly, his words slightly slurred as he repeats his earlier words, “I’m so happy you’re here”. 

“Me too,” your thumb gently strokes along the swell of his cheek, “I’m gonna hold you for a little while then I’ll throw a shirt on and look for something to clean you up. That sound okay?” 

Turning into it, he nuzzles against your palm. “Yeah, okay”.

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader

[hail-ey-m]

¢σмƒσят ℓєттєя мαѕтєяℓιѕт

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°

!!TW: these letters talk about topics that could be potentially triggering to some, be sure to read the top of each letter to see the tw!!!

Color codes

Red-confession/love letter

Orange-response letter

Yellow-sfw alphabet/special

Green-check in

Blue-comfort letter

Purple-relationship dynamic playlist

Pink-incorrect quotes

Tamaki Amajiki—Anxiety

Giyuu Tomioka—Depression

Osamu Dazai—Intrusive Thoughts

Levi Ackerman—Loss of loved one

Katsuki Bakugou—Bipolar/Mood Swings

Ray—Guilt

Killua Zoldyck—PTSD

Shoto Todoroki—Family Issues

Saiki Kusuo—Avolition

Ken Kaneki—Estrangement

Mikasa Ackerman—Alexithymia

Denki Kaminari—Learning Problems

Takemichi Hanagaki—Sensitivity

Kyoka Jirou—ED

Zenitsu Agatsuma—Low self image

Sasuke Uchiha—Anger/grudge holding

Naruto Uzumaki—Loneliness

Eijiro Kirishima—Dysphoria

Eijiro Kirishima—Insecurities

Hanta Sero—P@n!c attacks/incorrect quotes

Tanjiro Kamado—Intrusive thoughts

Momo Yaoyorozu—Depression

Tanjiro Kamado—Confession

Katsuki Bakugou—Incorrect quotes

Tomura Shigaraki—Social anxiety/SH

Gaara—Incorrect quotes

Mina Ashido—Low self esteem/insecurities

Oboro Shirakumo—Lack of will to live

Tsuyu Asui—Mute/insecure

Toru Oikawa—Insecurity

Tadashi Yamaguchi—Anxiety

Shoyo Hinata—ADHD problems

Gaara—Isolation/judgement

Katsuki Bakugou—Insomnia

Shinobu Kocho—Depression

Ochaco Uraraka—Mental abus3

Eri—Maturity

Maki Zen’in—Insecurity

Ray—Incorrect quotes

Nejire Hado—Coming out non-binary

Shun Kaido—Incorrect quotes

Shun Kaido—Mental struggles

Muichiro Tokito—Confession

Shota Aizawa—Coming out aroace

Katsuki Bakugou—ADHD problems

Toga Himiko—Paranoia/trust issues

Shota Aizawa—Self conscious

Edward Mason--Left out

Shota Aizawa—Self hatred

Christmas Special! A note from your favorites

Saiki Kusuo—Intrusive thoughts/insomnia

Obanai Iguro—Confession

Mina Ashido—Su!c!dal thoughts

Sanemi Shinazugawa—Anger/self hatred

Nobara Kugisaki—Loneliness

Maki Zen’in—Pan!c attack

Denki Kaminari—Missing someone

Kotaro Satō—Self consciousness

Norman—Checking in

Saiki Kusuo—Incorect quotes

Haruhi Fujioka—Coming out non-binary

Kaoru Hitachiin—Confession

Giyuu Tomioka—Lack of eating

Rengoku Kyojuro—Lack of motivation

Izuku Midoriya—Response letter

L Lawliet—Confession

Yor Forger—Depression

Mina Ashido—PTSD

Relationship Dynamic Playlists (multiple characters)

Denki Kaminari—Incorrect quotes

Katsuki Bakugou—Su!c!dal thoughts

Reiner Braun—Loss of friend

Denki Kaminari Dynamic Playlist

Satoru Gojo—Father issues

Kou Minamoto—Confession

Shota Aizawa—Self hatred/insomnia/self starvation/lack of will to live

Denki Kaminari—SH

Gon Freecss—Perfectionism

Miya Chinen—Anxiety

Fatgum—Not forgiving

Dazai Osamu—Pan!c attacks

Mitsuba Sousuke—Anxiety

Hatake Kakashi—Depression/coming out bisexual

Izuku Midoriya—Emotional sensitivity

Cherry Blossom(Kaoru Sakurayashiki)—Stress

Ryomen Sukuna—Love letter

Tanjiro Kamado—Lost pet

Shota Aizawa—SH/feeling numb

Present Mic—Lack of motivation/Su!c!dal/numbness

Toru Oikawa—Low self esteem/pushing yourself too far

Kei Tsukishima—Body/gender dysphoria

Kei Tsukishima —Night terrors

Chiba Ryunosuke—Moebius syndrome

Luck Voltia—Confession

Kaoru Hitachiin—Separation anxiety

Ray—Confession

Emma—Hoplessness

Oliver—Gaslight/betrayal

Tamaki Amajiki—Abuse/PTSD

Kurapika—SH

Piek Finger—Schizophrenia

Shota Aizawa—Coming out bisexual

Zenitsu Agatsuma—Confession

Kei Tsukishima—Check in

Shinobu Kocho—Confession

Lucy Maud Montgomery—Outcast

Tengen Uzui—Past traum@

Kiyoko Shimizu—Body insecurities

Taurus Audi—Dysphoria

Koshi Sugarwara—Attempted Su!c!d3

Atsumu Miya—ED

Asahi Azumane—Gender dysphoria

Daichi Sawamura—SH

Twice—Social anxiety

Rengoku Kyojuro—Confession

Tsuyu Asui—Dysphoria

Levi Ackerman—Feeling stupid

Yuji Itadori—Anxiety about eating

!Crossover! Mitsuri Kanroji + Katsuki Bakugou—Self conscious

Komi Shouko—Social anxiety/bad communication

Dazai Osamu + Chuuya Nakahara—Incorrect quotes

Yachi Hitoka—Grades falling

Katsuki Bakugou + Eijiro Kirishima—Perfectionism

Shota Aizawa—Ghosted

Kurapika—SH/ED

Toru Oikawa—Incorrect quotes

Katsuki Bakugou—Loss of loved one

Dabi—Confession/Su!c!dal

Rengoku Kyojuro—Confession

Himiko Toga—Wanna be friends?!

Shun Kaido—Breakup comfort

Denki Kaminari—Worried for you

Mitsuri Kanroji—Self hate/selflessness

Keigo Takami—Abuse trauma

Hitoshi Shinso—Insomnia/depression

Shoto Todoroki—Family issues

Hanako-kun—Low self esteem

Izuku Midoriya—Schizophrenia

Naruto Uzumaki—Trauma/lonliness

Edward Mason—Betrayal

#anime #aesthetic #comfort #mentalwellness #anime x gender neutral reader #masterlist #aroace #asexual #bisexual #coming out #fluff #mental heath awareness #mental illness #aromantic #lgbtq #lgbtq fiction #lgbtqia+ #anime comfort #comfort character #comfort letter #my hero academia x gender neutral reader #my hero acedamia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #bungo stray dogs fluff #bungou stray dogs

[utahimeow]

omg char i just read your brat tamer headcannons for the hq boys and now i’m really curious on which of them you picture as soft doms!! <3

i only put four boys bc tbh i dont know how to write soft doms skxjsjxi i think most of this leans more towards service dom

NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI

hinata

the first one who comes to my mind. ever so determined and ever so focused on making you see heaven. he’s so attentive, always taking note of your reactions when he tries new things; a different tempo, a different position, always chasing after the best way to make you feel good.

oh, the praises he gives you. and not just in bed. you’re his best girl, and he refuses to let you forget it. it’s always a kiss against your temple and a “thank you for keeping me fed so well, baby,” after dinner. “you’re such a hard worker, my love, i’m so proud of you,” when you come home from work after a stressful day. “what in the world would i do without you?” when you’re about to fall asleep all wrapped up in his arms. 

and of course, it’s the same as he praises your body for taking him so well, for doing as he tells it to.

“you’re fucking amazing,” he grunts, balls deep inside your soaked little cunt.

he’s made you cum three times already, rewarding you with endless praises after every orgasm he had coaxed out of you. first with his tongue, then with his fingers, then with his cock. 

“’m gonna fill you up, yeah?” he breathes, whining halfway through his sentence. “because this perfect pussy’s all mine.”

and by now you don’t even think when you whimper out an “all yours, shoyo...”

bokuto

he’s so big n strong but he could never be cruel to you, even if it’s just a “performance”. too many times his raw power has unintentionally injured others, teammates and opponents, he could never see himself using it deliberately. besides, why would he degrade you and cause you pain if you get off just as well from his sweet, gentle words as he fucks you?

and that’s not to say he won’t use at least some of his force when he pounds you against the headboard of your shared king bed. but every harsh thrust as his hips smack against your ass is paired with a sloppy kiss or the squeeze of his fingers somewhere, your hips, your hands, your thighs; a reassurance that yes, he’s in control, but you’re his priority. 

nothing about koutarou is soft, per se, except for the way he takes hold of your pleasure and uses it in a way that’s so efficient. everything he does, he does for you—picks up on your sweet spots, the parts of your flesh that make you shiver, the perfect pace and angle of his fingers or his cock that are sure to leave you sobbing.

he’ll turn all breathy and whiny as he fucks you, non stop mumbling about how “you’re the best girl, fuckin’ takin’ my cock so good.” and when you feel good, he feels good. your praise is essential for his survival, which is why just your moans alone, or the way your hands cling to his toned muscles, or even the way you clench around him, has him dangerously close to his climax. but one thing about koutarou is that you’ll always cum first, and that’s a guarantee.

sugawara

suga gives me the biggest soft dom vibes,,, ever. loves taking care of you n spoiling you. loves the idea that he’s responsible for your pleasure. and the thing about suga is that he values communication so so much.

“tell me what you want,” he whispers, soft but with a hint of demand. and he’ll listen, do anything you ask, even though he’s the one in charge.

“okay if i do this?” he asks when he hooks your legs over his shoulders as he drags his cock in and out of you, slowing until you nod an okay.

“how’s it feel, my love?” he’s always checking in on you, his favourite girl in the world.

and when you mewl out a little “faster,” or “harder, please,” without him having asked, he’s ecstatic. he’s pressing kisses all over your face, your ankles if they’re by his head, your back when you’re on your hands and knees because he’s so glad that you know what you want.

“can you give me one more or are you too tired, baby?” he’ll ask, cradling your face in his palm. a question that comes after every round.

“one more,” you say, even though you’re out of breath and over sensitive and your thighs are shaking.

“that’s my girl,” suga smiles sweetly, his hips spurring back into motion. “always so good for me.”

kuroo

the thing with kuroo is that i feel like he could do everything,, sub, hard dom, n soft dom. i can picture him being a soft dom most often though—he’s just so selfless when it comes to u.

so selfless that he neglects his own urges when he’s got his fingers stuffed inside you. you’re all needy, and you’ve been so patient all day as you longed for him to come home from work. how could he possibly think about himself?

in reality, the satisfaction kuroo gets when he orders you to “be a good girl and cum for me, alright, pretty?” rivals an orgasm. the way you nod, face scrunched into a mixture between determination and bliss, has him melting. the way you clench around his long, thick digits in attempt to obey him.

always makes promises like, “give me one more on my fingers, and i’ll reward you by filling up your sweet little pussy. how’s that sound, baby?” it’s about the control. the hazy look in your eyes as you whine affirmatively. he doesn’t need to be harsh, or sadistic, he’s trained you to behave so well regardless. he spoils you too much for you to disobey him.

#hinata smut #sugawara smut #bokuto smut #kuroo smut #hinata shoyo smut #sugawara koushi smut #bokuto koutarou smut #kuroo tetsurou smut #hq smut #haikyuu smut #hinata x reader #kuroo x reader #suga x reader #sugawara x reader #bokuto x reader #꒰ love letters. ꒱ #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — bokuto #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — sugawara #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — kuroo #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — hinata #꒰ angels. ꒱ — akira

[demondwellersword]

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

key: ★ - long fics

✮ - short fics 

✩ - headcanons

𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓾

✩ first date [karasuno]

✮ vanilla curls [koushi sugawara]

✮ abstract I [shoyo hinata]

✮ singing umbrella [kozume kenma]

✮ abstract II [kei tsukishima]

✮ abstract III [satori tendou]

✩ first saying “i love you” [karasuno]

✩ celebrating christmas [captains]

✩ cuddling [satori tendou]

★ hand in unlovable hand [tooru oikawa]

✩ general relationship [lev haiba]

✩ in love [koutarou bokuto]

✩ in love [tetsurou kuroo]

✮ abstract V [kiyoomi sakusa]

✩ celebrating valentine’s [misc]

✮ can’t compare [tobio kageyama]

★ hands/kisses [satori tendou]

✮ confession [tooru oikawa]

✩ small gestures of love [misc]

★ 12:30 a.m. [ryuunosuke tanaka]

✩ how he loves [koutarou bokuto]

✩ master of deception [tetsurou kuroo]

𝓑𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓸𝓾 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓓𝓸𝓰𝓼

✮ one thousand and one ways to (almost) die [osamu dazai]

✮ abstract IV [doppo kunikida]

✩ general relationship [ranpo edogawa]

✩ general relationship [doppo kunikida]

𝓙𝓾𝓳𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓾 𝓚𝓪𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓷

★ cigarette daydreams [satoru gojo]

★ something about the stars [yuji itadori]

✩ tending to their injuries [misc]

✩ first saying “i love you” [misc]

✮ white noise [kento nanami]

★ everybody loves somebody sometime [kento namami]

✮ letters from the lost [suguru getou]

✩ what happens when he’s gone [yuji itadori]

✩ tending to your injuries [kento nanami]

𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻

★ warmth and home [tanjiro kamado]

✩ pet names [kyojuro rengoku]

✩ general cuddling [gyutaro]

★ something you’ve never felt before [gyutaro]

𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

★ headed home [magna swing]

✩ general [yami sukehiro]

✩ showing love [black bulls]

✩ first date [fuegoleon vermillion]

✮ with the darkness [yami sukehiro]

✩ favorite songs [black bulls]

✩ first date/falling in love [zora ideale]

✩ general comfort [luck voltia]

✩ modern occupations [misc]

✩ making him laugh [fuegoleon vermillion]

★ not long forgotten [fuegoleon vermillion]

✩ artist s/o [yami sukehiro]

✩ scared of lightning [luck voltia]

✩ captain s/o [yami sukehiro]

★ “i think i’m in love with you” [julius novachrono]

✩ nightly routines [black bulls]

✩ morning person [magna swing]

✮ first kiss (part one) [magna swing]

✮ first kiss (part two) [magna swing]

𝓓𝓻. 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮

✩ cuddling [gen asagiri]

✩ cuddling [ryusui nanami/stanley snyder]

✩ nursing back to health [tsukasa shishio]

✩ depressed/anxious s/o [senku ishigami]

✩ searching for petrified s/o [ryusui nanami]

✩ crush on his best friend [senku ishigami]

✩ little things they do [kingdom of science]

★ fate over time [gen asagiri]

𝓝𝓪𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓸

✩ domesticity [kakashi hatake]

✩ birthdays [team 7]

✩ playing with his hair [jiraiya]

✩ jealousy [jiraiya]

✩ general fluff [orochimaru]

✩ falling in love [kakashi hatake]

✮ left behind [sasuke uchiha]

✩ no place [sasuke uchiha]

𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓼

✩ general affection [misc]

✩ learning [estarossa]

✩ day vs. night [escanor]

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓟𝓲𝓮𝓬𝓮

✮ lullabies [brook]

✩ singing [vinsmoke sanji]

✩ gentleness [corazon/donquixote rosinante]

✩ skincare routines [roronoa zoro/eustass kid/trafalgar law]

✩ celebrating christmas [straw hats]

✩ laying claim [donquixote doflamingo]

★ according to plan [caesar clown]

✩ kindness and reassurance [usopp]

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓽

✩ affection [arataki itto]

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓜𝓪𝓷

✩ just to say hi [denji]

✩ holding their hand [hayakawa house]

𝓨𝓾-𝓖𝓲-𝓞𝓱!

★ a (seemingly) impossible task [seto kaiba]

✩ realizing he’s in love [yugi muto]

✮ i’m not the one you’re taking home [joey wheeler]

★ nothing breaks like a heart [joey wheeler]

𝓣𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓷

★ holding on to our little moment, i’ll never forget it as long as i live [vash the stampede]

#masterlist

[taeyamayang]

LOVE LETTERS

ㅡa valentines mini event

♡ STATUS: ON GOING - CLOSED

♡ DURATION: accepting entries until Feb 11, 12am JPT

♡ YOU WILL RECEIVE: you or your chosen receipient will receive a valentine's day letter from any of the characters i write for

♡ FANDOMS I WRITE FOR: Haikyuu!!, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Tokyo Revengers

HOW TO SEND A REQUEST

♡ through my ask box, specify if you want the letter for yourself or for a friend. you can leave me their @ so i can tag them in the letter.

♡ if you choose to send a letter to a friend, your identity will remain anonymous as if the character themself has sent it to them.

♡ kindly include:

♡ nickname or pen name but if you don't want to disclose your name you can leave it blank

♡ a bit about yourself (what do you do, how are you, and any words you want to hear from the character, etc.)

♡ one character you want to receive a letter from

♡ all letters will be posted/sent on the 14th of Feb, Valentine's Day

INBOX

♡ "how are you doing?" ~ Tendou Satori

♡ "i hope this doesn't get blown by the wind." ~ Hakkai Shiba

♡ "do you still smile?" ~ Miya Atsumu

♡ "i remembered you today." ~Tsukishima Kei

♡ "hi?" ~Kageyama Tobio

♡ "have you been treating yourself well?" ~Kageyama Tobio

♡ "to my favorite person!!" ~Hinata Shoyo

if you're interested, go ahead and join!

masterlist

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq event #jjk event #tokyo rev event #hq x reader #jjk x reader #tokyo rev x reader #jujutsu kaisen #tokyo revengers #valentines event #ㅡp.announcements #pea.event

[snnbnny]

Song stories; A concert six months from now by FINNEAS -> Let's fall in love for the night by FINNEAS cw: angst, the miya divide, break ups, random oc that you will never see again, we stand Ooim and Samu, this is kinda a mean tsumu fic

"I'm sorry, ma'am- Mr. Miya said he doesn't wish to see you." The receptionist told you with a sympathetic look, you were more then familiar with Sasuke- if it was a year ago the two of you would be exchanging playful banter as you walk past the MSBY gym's front desk.

You gave the man a melancholy smile and placed two sheets of paper, "It's alright- just give him these please, for old time sake. Have a good day Sasuke." The receptionist only knew the rumor's but by the sight of you was enough to gather that those rumor's held some truth. Bags haunt your normally lively but now sad and exhausted eyes, you had lost weight and life both literally and physically, you looked like you had gone threw a wringer and was losing a battle with life.

He couldn't help himself but to look at what you left, there was a concert ticket to a band he had heard Atsumu Miya loved. Also on the desk was a note,

" I got these tickets gifted to me by someone who didn't know we had broken up, it didn't feel like it was something I should keep so I wished to give these to you- take who you want, should bring that girl you left me for. That's what I've deduced this down to anyways, it's not like I got an explanation.

I came home from visiting my sister to find OUR apartment barren of things of yours. Only hint of your existence was you waiting for me on the sofa, scrolling threw your phone like you weren't about to end my whole world. All you said was, "I can't do this anymore, you know I love ya- but this ain't workin'." You didn't let me speak, you just walked out. I thought we were good, sure we fought but I had never loved someone so fiercely. I'll go hungry and crazy and honest for you I don't always get angry but I'm promisin' to. Not past tense, present. Because despite it all I still love you Atsumu Miya, I never will not pine for you. Never not reach for you at night.

I have been having such a hard time without you, this year has been a blur of constant low points. I've been thinkin' too much and it's ruined my nights, and my days. Not to guilt you, of course. In the past we were always honest about our feelings, so here is my last confession: I've been in a constant state of depression and anxiety, it's been to much, my life has been ruined and even the moments where I'm ok because I can't let myself slide.

If I could see the future, I'd tell myself that you weren't worth it. I never would believe that though, I can't ever call you quits.

I'll wait for years, but I won't wait alone. And then someday you'll wait for my face on your phone.

Love, Y/N "

By the time Sasuke had read the letter over for the 7th time with tears clouding his eyes the jackel's practice was over and the players were coming threw together in order to go out as was the norm for Friday practice. Shoyo Hinata was leading the group with eagerness, telling the men behind him a story from his time in Argentina- until he noticed the dark haired receptionist distraught state.

"And the ball zoom's right into- Toge?? Dude are you ok?" The ginger rushed to the desk, almost impaling himself on the corner of the granite. The others are quick to follow in both confusion and concern.

To be honest Sasuke hadn't actually told Miya that you had showed up, following instructions he had been given by the jackal's captain when Miya had told him of the break up- Meian hadn't given any details but the staff all had their own, and mostly cruel towards you, theories. So Toge had thought it best to just go to the break room and come back before sending you off. Now both shame, guilt, and pity had settled into his stomach. It took the man to notice the pro's surrounding his desk eyeing him with different expressions.

Kiyoomi Sakusa gently took the piece of paper from Sasuke's hands while Oliver barns glanced over the tickets which sit where you had placed them. Sakusa quickly read the note, looked up at the receptionist with pure confusion before reading it again (this time with both Oliver Barns and Koutaro Bokuto reading over his strong shoulders. All three took different lengths of time to read the emotional note before looking up with the same processing expression towards Toge.

"I'm sorry guys, just a little overwhelmed by something nothing to worry about," the man behind the counter took the paper back from the three and spoke towards the others- trying to brush it off, unsure of how to proceed.

"Nothing my ass, just read whatever that is out to the class-" the blonde wing spiker teased before a now disgusted Kiyoomi cut him off.

"It's from, Y/N," the curly dark haired player took the paper once again and this time shoved it into Miya's broad chest.

...

You sat in Onigiri Miya sipping a perfect cup of coffee, you were disheveled and emotional when you visited the black jackal's gym- so you didn't blame the receptionist's pitying expression- but now you were wearing nice clothes, showered, and rejuvenated from the day's you had slept in the restaurants owner's apartment.

Speaking of him, he sits down across from you placing a plate of onigiri infront of you both. He wore a smile that warmed your healing heart, "You ok?"

"Yeah," you nodded, taking his calloused hands in yours. "I'm ok."

"Uhuh... eat somethin' doll before ya wither away to nothing." Osamu shoved the plate closer to you, glancing out the front window before looking back at you with a look of love. "I know better then to call ya mine, angel. But I can' help but to think m'brother's the dumbest motha'fuckr out there, cause I love ya. So gimme a chance, ya won' stay with me, I know. Bu' ya can have yer way with me 'til ya leave."

You stood up, making the man's heart drop until he felt you sit beside him and wrap yourself around him, "You have me, Samu. Took me way to long to become worthy of you, I'm sorry. But you've stood beside me, forgoing your own bond with your brother for me- which I'm also sorry for- What I'm saying is, I wish I could've met you before I was wrapped into Atsumu's web-"

No more words needed to be exchanged, you saw it on Osamu's face that he understood, confirmed by the chuckle he exhaled, "I love ya, but sometimes you talk to much for yer own good. Love when ya talk that nerdy shit, though."

"Ass," You kissed him, stole his breathe away and sucked it into your own lungs. He tasted of home and onigiri, a taste you wish to savor for the rest of your life.

#idk i just had the compulsion to write this when I heard the first song #osamu drabble #hq osamu #osamu x reader #miya osamu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #hq #haikyuu #atsumu hcs #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu x you #hq atsumu #atsumu angst #atsumu miya x reader #the miya divide #hq angst #haikyuu angst