#kenji (rush hour) x reader

[nyxfleuret]

Kenji (Rush Hour 3) X F!Reader

|18+| MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO, PLEASE DNI!

Warnings: smut (lmao), breeding kink (kinda), daddy kink (kinda too lol), swearing and a little surprise in the end.

Word count: 1770

|Author's note: I had to write about him. I just remembered the existence of Rush Hour 3 and I went to google and searched for cast and then, BOOM! HIROYUKI SANADA IS IN THE MOVIE! So I went like: Yeah gurl, go for it! I mean, I didn't see anyone writing for him so I had to do it. Lmao, I'm sorry, I hope you all enjoy it.|

"Soon, Lee will be here with Genevieve and this will all be over, don't worry." Kenji said, stroking your chin with the gentle touch of his fingers as he adjusted his black shirt beneath the white suit he was wearing.

You were tied to a chair by ropes, looking around to try to find a way out that wasn't the elevator door, failing miserably.

Yes, you were trapped inside the Jules Verne restaurant, inside the Eiffel Tower, which luckily for Kenji, that day, was empty.

The view from up there was wonderful, nothing could compare to it, but none of that relieved the tension you were feeling.

Kenji's idea was to use you to bring Lee and Genevieve to the restaurant, getting 'Shy Shen' back.

His henchmen had found you in Los Angeles, trying to escape to the airport but little did you know it was too late.

Without meaning to, Lee and Carter got you into this mess and now, you didn't know how to get out of it.

"Good girl." Kenji smirked, raising an eyebrow as his piercing gaze met yours. However, you felt chills and a slight warmth in your belly, making you sigh and look at him with your fearful look, but with a touch of... lust.

It was very strange to feel that way about someone who (maybe) wanted to kill you, maybe it was that 'Stockholm Syndrome'.

You don't remember the last time you saw someone as attractive as Kenji or who made you feel that way, but one thing was for sure: This felt so good.

These sensations did not go unnoticed by Kenji, who soon began to take advantage of the situation, teasing you.

"It seems that my little kitty liked being called a good girl, if she continues to behave she will receive a very good reward." He got closer to your face, his warm breath fanning against your cheek before he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on it.

You sighed again, trying to shake off the feelings you had for him but deep down, you knew you couldn't do that.

One of Kenji's men knocks on the door and they enter, speaking in Mandarin as he warns his boss that Lee has been spotted with 'Genevieve' somewhere far away from the city, which means they are already on their way.

While the two were talking, you see a switchblade on the table, close to where you were and silently, you reach behind your back to try to pick up the object.

"Thank you, withdraw." Kenji waves his hand in the air as the man retreats, leaving the two of you alone again. He realizes what you were trying to do and then looks at you with that same penetrating gaze, making you stop in the middle of the action.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk." Kenji shakes his index finger, taking the switchblade with his other hand and placing it in his suit pocket. "Bad girl...I think you need to learn a lesson."

You swallowed hard, looking at the tall, slender man in front of you, his gaze dropping down to look at your form, your curves.

"I think I'm going to have to punish my kitten." Kenji licked his lips erotically, almost making you choke on your own saliva. He untied the ropes that were holding you to the chair, lifting you by the collar of your shirt and positioning you in front of the table, your covered breasts meeting its icy surface.

"Daddy will teach you a lesson." He smiles pretentiously, caressing your jeans-covered ass with both of his hands, his breathing getting heavier by the minute.

You self-consciously rub your ass against the erection already visible in the white pants he was wearing, yearning for more.

“Please…” You breathe heavily, increasing the pressure of your rubbing.

"Please what?" Kenji slaps one of your cheeks, giving it a squeeze soon after.

"P-Please, I-I...I need you to fuck me." You lower your head, resting the weight of your body on your forearms.

"There was one little thing left to say, dear." He slaps your cheek again hard, but this time, caressing it.

"I need you to fuck me, daddy!" You sigh, arching your back after feeling Kenji rubbing himself against you.

"Good girl." He kisses your right cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Kenji unbuttons the belt of your pants, lowering them and finding your completely wet panties as he makes small circles on your clit with his index and middle fingers, spreading the wetness there and receiving light moans from you.

At that moment, words couldn't be uttered by you, your brain started to fail, only focusing on the pleasure that Kenji was giving you.

You were still in that same position, supporting your body on your forearms while your forehead was in contact with the cold table material, heavy sighs leaving your mouth as you tried to control yourself in the Japanese man's presence.

Kenji stopped and pulled down your panties, finding your wet pussy as a mischievous smile forms on his face.

"You're already so wet...And I haven't even started." Kenji opens up more space, separating your cheeks with both hands and licks a strip, leaving trails of saliva along the way.

"Oh shit." Surprised, you moan loudly and your legs start to feel wobbly as you try to compose yourself.

Kenji caresses the soft pubic hair of your pussy, placing light kisses on your intimate area before licking two fingers and penetrating you with them, at the same time working with his tongue, pumping them at the same time.

You turn around, laying your back on the table, arching it as Kenji continues licking and penetrating you with his fingers, feeling you close against his fingers.

"Shit...I'm coming..." You moan and grip the edges of the table, feeling your orgasm reaching its peak. You cum on his fingers and tongue, which continues working on your pussy in an attempt not to waste any drops of your juices.

He moves his face away from your intimacy, looking into your eyes as he lifts his two fingers and takes them to his mouth, licking and sucking them, closing his eyes as if enjoying your taste.

"Mmmm, nothing compares to this." He opens his eyes and smiles at you, giving you a little wink. You look at him, blushing a little as you breathe heavily, feeling him come closer and give you a passionate kiss, making you taste yourself.

When he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connects between your lips, soon to be broken by Kenji with his tongue.

"Not over yet." Kenji caresses the inner part of your thigh, separating your two legs, exposing your intimacy. He starts by taking off his white suit, throwing it on the floor, unbuttoning the black shirt that was underneath, then taking it off, giving a view of his toned chest and finally, he unbuttons his belt and the buttons on his pants, lowering them. and showing the bulge still present inside his black boxers.

Your eyes can't look at anything other than his clothed dick, which is already dripping with pre-cum, visible in the wet spot at the top of his boxers.

Kenji pulled down his underwear, his dick popping out, full of veins and having little hair at its base, which in a way, gave beauty to his figure.

There was no denying it, that man was simply perfect in your eyes.

"Kenji...I don't think it will fit." You swallow hard, not looking away for even a second.

"Don't worry princess, I'll make it fit." He spits into his hand and starts pumping his cock, steady movements up and down, as he rubs the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"Ready?" He asks as you nod, preparing yourself for what would come next.

He rubs himself against her pussy for a few more seconds and then slowly enters, giving your vagina time to accommodate his large bulge.

You moan and look at him, feeling the caress he made on your cheek, in an attempt to ease your pain. It hurt a lot, but you knew that with time, you would get used to it.

Kenji started with light, gentle movements, not wanting to rush anything. He knew it wouldn't take much longer for Lee to arrive and so he thought about what his adoptive brother would think if he saw him in this position.

The thought excited him, turning him on. The man pulled your shirt over your head, meeting your bare breasts.

"No bra? I didn't know you were that naughty." Kenji smiles and laughs lightly as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and caresses the other with one hand, holding your waist with the other, receiving more of her moans.

The sounds that came out of your mouth were music to his ears. It was clear that he was experienced and had already slept with other women, but NONE could compare to you, your beauty, your moans, everything about you was perfect for him.

He moves away from your breasts and starts giving harder thrusts, making your breasts bounce with each thrust.

"Nngh...I'm going to come again." You close your eyes, your mouth opening again to let out more moans as Kenji approaches your neck, his warm breath hitting your skin and finishing with kisses and hickeys on your neck.

"Wait for me, I'm coming too, princess..." He smiles and moves away from your neck, finishing with one last, stronger thrust, spilling his hot, dense seed inside you, both of you reaching the peak.

He caresses your belly, kissing your cheek again and letting out a light laugh.

"If I die tonight, I will die happy knowing that there will be someone to carry on my legacy." He caresses your neck and his gaze is no longer penetrating but full of love. "I love you."

"I love you too." You kiss him, happy with what had just happened. You didn't know how you got there, but you didn't even care, since your goal from now on, the only focus on your mind, was to continue Kenji's lineage.

"Holy crap." Lee interrupts the moment, looking at the two of you in shock.

"Oh, looks like we traumatized someone." Kenji laughs.

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(POOR LEE LMAO)

Thanks for reading!

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[mrs-kodzuken]

Forever Mine ♡

Pairing: Aged up!Kenji Futakuchi x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

Genre: fluff, marriage au

CW: fem!reader, implied short!reader, marriage au, fluff, slight overbearing mother?, mentions of food repeatedly, mention of no father, platonic boob holding

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"Girl, hush, you had a granola bar this morning; you'll be fine!" I heard my mom scold me.

I just stared at her, feeling my stomach growl. "But that doesn't calm my stomach," I pointed out.

Ever since I was little, I have always been a person who could put away a lot of food. And I was getting married to my fiancé in a couple of hours. Which unfortunately meant that in order to not be bloated in my wedding dress, I couldn't eat right this second.

She glared and said, "Calm down. You'll get food when you're done." She spoke, fixing my hair in the mirror.

The idea of food never left my thoughts or stomach.

I could really go for some pizza right now. Maybe I could call the pizza place really quickly without my mom knowing? That is, if I'm ever out of her line of sight.

"I can't believe that you're getting married. It just seems as if I was changing your diapers." My mom wiped away a small tear. She had suddenly got super emotional.

"Mom, you said you weren't going to cry till after the ceremony." I laughed lightly.

"But seriously, I don't like seeing you cry." I gave her a small hug, making sure not to mess up my hair.

"Oh, are the bridesmaids almost done? I want to see how they look." I pulled away from the hug and entered the room connected to mine.

"Good god, you all look wonderful!" I astonishingly said to all of them.

Suddenly, a herd of women surrounded me. And of course, with my short height, I was hardly able to get out of their grasp.

"Do you need help with your makeup? I'll do it for you." I looked at my friend, whom I asked to be a bridesmaid.

"Ah, thank you," I thanked her whilst I grabbing the makeup box.

After about an hour, we all had done almost all of each other's makeup and because I needed something to take my mind off of hunger.

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes, dear. Now all you have to do is walk your fine ass down the aisle and become a Futakuchi." My soon to be husband said through the door.

I have been talking to my fiancé for about ten minutes now. I wouldn't let him see me till I was walking down the aisle, I didn't want any bad luck on our special day.

However, my smile was quickly replaced by a groan of hunger.

"Babe? Are you alright?" I heard him through the door. He couldn't open it obviously, but I could tell he definitely wanted to.

"I'm fine, just hungry." I lightly laughed. If I didn't get food in me quick, I was sure I was going to die.

Hearing no response from Kenji at the door, I furrowed my brows. Getting on my knees, I bent down to see if his shoes were still there from under the door.

Which they weren't, by the way.

Suddenly, a loud gasp made me look up. I saw my mom there, looking as if she was about to scold me for being on the floor.

I silently told Kenji I loved him as I received an earful from the woman who raised me all my life.

"Ah, yes, thank you for that," I awkwardly said to my mother. She sighed and shooed me away, saying something like I should already be in my dress and shoes.

Sorry mom, but I was more worried about my future husband than a dress and heels, even if they were gorgeous.

A loud knock sounded throughout the room. The bridesmaids had pulled me into their room as if sensing Kenji was outside that door.

I pressed my ear against the mahogany door while listening. Although, it seemed to be that I was hearing for exactly nothing.

"(Y/n)? You can come out now." I finally heard someone speak, kind of sounding like my mom.

Once my mom said that, I rushed out to see if anything was wrong.

I noticed a pizza box in her hands, she handed it to me.

"Did Kenji get this?" I asked hesitantly, a smile coming upon my cherry-colored lips.

"Yeah, you said you were hungry, so I went and got you my favorite pizza. Enjoy babe." I heard a kissy sound from him through the door, and his foot steps trailed away.

Dear God, I love that man. Which is exactly why I'm going to marry him.

I set the pizza box down and quickly indulged in it, not really caring if it was burning my mouth or not. I sure was hungry.

I'll definitely have to thank him for this. I almost died from the lack of food.

"After that piece, I'll save it for you. You need to be in your dress and down the hall in ten minutes." I heard my mom lecture looking at her gold wristwatch, as I shoved the crust into my mouth.

I saluted and licked my fingers, heading towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my hands.

"Are you ready?" I saw a plastic bag that held my dress in it.

I nodded and took off my robe, which revealed the embarrassing black lingerie my best friend had put me in.

She said something along the lines of, I should get the attention of my man by wearing something hot.

As if I didn't get his attention already. I could hardly stop him from paying attention to me and what was underneath the clothes.

After I slipped on the dress, I was down the hall in a short period of time.

I was met with my mom, who would walk me down the aisle. I mean, who needed a dad anyway?

We hooked arms as I nervously held the bouquet. Even though I've woken up to his handsome face plenty of times, it still gets the knots in my stomach going.

Later, rather than sooner, our vows were said and the celebration of my marriage lasted for hours.

Kenji had been lying on my breasts for the past thirty minutes. I love him so much, I truly do, but I was about to snap, it was uncomfortable.

I shifted, trying to move his head so it would be lying between them instead.

"Why are you moving? Are you uncomfortable?" He looked up sweetly at me.

I glared at his handsome face, which pissed me off even more than his big ass head.

"Your fat head is hurting my boobs," I whined, shoving his head down to my mid-gut.

"You could have just said so; let's switch places then." He laughed softly, putting my comfort over his.

Right as I was about to question him, he had flipped us over. Where I had my back against his chest instead.

I snuggled my back into his chest, paying more attention to the movie now that I was comfortable and happy.

We got married two months ago, but yet he still says dumb shit like this.

"I can massage them for you." I could almost feel the smirk on his face.

I tore my eyes off the screen and just stared at him. How the hell is someone so perfectly annoying?

"As much as I'd like that, I'm watching a good movie right now, babe." I pointed it out, shifting so I could have more cover.

"Can I hold them then? They're always really warm." He commented, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

Before I could comment, his hands slipped under my shirt, and I felt his extremely large hands hold my breasts.

This was some kind of 'normal' thing we would do. However, it most likely didn't seem as normal as he thought.

"Kenji?" I mumbled, my eyes burning from looking at the television screen without blinking.

He hummed to answer, and I could feel the small vibration through his chest.

"I love you."

He pulled his hand from my shirt and squeezed my body in a tight hug, "I love you too, baby."

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” from Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you would like more!

the header is from FutakuchiKenji7 on X

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[naoyaslut]

The Hills Ch. 5

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT +18 ONLY!

NOT SUITABLE FOR WORK - TURN BACK

Pairings: ran x reader minor rindou x reader kenji x reader feat. sanzu 

Warnings: tobacco use, lil bit of foreplay, shit talking, an attempt at brat taming, pet names, drugging (of reader), guns, BETRAYAL, talk of infidelity, suicide mention. 

Authors notes: I think I may start to push the chapters out every two weeks because they are feeling kind of rushed and I'm not able to revise ad edit as I want to. Sorry for future inconveniences! Also, we get HANMA BAE IN NEXT CHAPTER. If you find anything repeated or terrible errors please let me know, I had to redo the entire post because my 2 year old decided to come over work his magic. 

t@glist: t@glist: @alice-smutthoughts , @dumbbitchuni-versity, @renxnana, @pulchritxde , @baggymcqueen @tojitsukaisen 

Wordcount: 4, 866 

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You awakened groggily a few hours later, the events leading up to where you were now playing back in slow motion as you attempted to recall them.  You were in a hotel suite, dark, with streaks of moonlight pouring in from the open balcony.   

You were laying on your back, blouse halfway unbuttoned your skirt riding up over your thighs.  Blinking slowly, you stayed in place as you glanced up at the ceiling.  The room was deathly quiet and the only thing filling the room was the sound of your own breathing, painfully loud in the shrouding dark.  

You recalled Ran escorting you into the building, how you heavily leaned into his warmth his long limb wrapped around your waist.  The elevator ride made you grow nauseous, Ran’s large hand on your back soothing the uneasiness.  

“Ran,” you called out into the darkness helplessly only to be greeted by silence.  He wasn’t here, the oversized suite was empty and you laid lifelessly on the king-sized mattress.  

You sat up weakly, groaning in the process as a searing soreness made itself known throughout your body.  Your back, your limbs heavy as lead, and the crevice of your thighs supplying you with a dull ache.  

“Fuck,” you mumbled almost incoherently as your head began to pound, harshly once you were upright.  The room began to spin once you stood up flat on bare feet, probably from the residual buzz of the drinks you had ingested earlier in the night.    

“Never again, I think...” you muttered dryly as you passed through the enormous suite, sticking your head inside a room you assumed was the bathroom.  

Flicking the light switch on, you snapped your eyes shut in alarm at the fluorescent light that blinded you momentarily.  Once your eyes adjusted to the bright lights you stared at the oversized bathroom stepping in front of the mirror to examine yourself.  

You looked a hot mess.  Mascara smeared underneath your eyes and your hair that was normally sleeked down to perfection appeared unruly, curls slipping free from the band that was supposed to secure them in excess.  

You turned away from the mirror in disgust padding over to the shower before turning it on. You had no idea what time it was, but you knew that you needed to clean yourself up.  You could smell the faint traces of sex, sweat, and a hint of Ran’s cologne.   

Stripping your clothes off of your body, you stepped into the shower to tend to yourself.  Thirty minutes later you emerged, clean and content as you slipped on one of the complimentary bathrobes before going back out into the bedroom.    

The alarm clock next to the bed read that it was 12:02 AM after midnight.  It was very late or super early, you could definitely get some sleep before you returned home.  The room remained dark, the slight chill of the morning air spilling into the room from the balcony door that was now wide open.  

Sauntering to a complete stop you tiredly stared at the open door, the silhouette of a broad lithe figure visible just outside of the door.  It was a man, leaning casually over the edge of the balcony a burner firm pressed firmly to his ear.  

He was shirtless, a massive tattoo of black ink covering half of his back muscles visibly flexing as a cigar was drawn to his lips.    

Your gaze never left the tattoo, studying its simple yet intricate design.  He stood up straight to peer over the balcony once more carrying on his conversation in a hushed manner.  You couldn’t hear what was being said, but from this angle as he turned away you could see the tattoo on his neck.  

It was Ran.  You sighed in relief, shuffling across the room to lower yourself back on the mattress, the sudden movement catching his attention briefly.  He shot you a brief glance and then went back to talking on the phone.  

You continued to give him your full attention, eyes now fixated on the tattoo that was as big as the one on his back etched across his chest.  Your stomach flipped in question as you pondered as to why this man was covered in tattoos.    

You wondered what he did before any of his involvement with Hanma, and you honestly pondered if he knew more about Suzu than what he was actually letting on.  

A thick cloud of smoke seeped from his parted lips as his eyes found their way back to you in the darkness a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips while simultaneously snuffing out the end of the cigar.  

Ran slipped back into the room, the burner phone he was talking on previously clutched in one of his hands.  You sat up, eyes following him as he sat on the edge of the mattress placing the phone on one of the end tables.    

“I didn’t think you’d be up until morning at least.” he mused, watching as your eyes focused on his tattoos now that he was right in front of you.  

You only nodded briefly, your eyes never meeting his opting to linger on the traces of black ink.  Canting your head off to the side, you rested a hand underneath the curve of your jaw as you finally met his eyes.    

“I’m not sure why I woke up I just did.” your gaze wandered again to his adam’s apple.  “I was alone though, you weren’t here.”  

“I was here all night, could have been in the other room.” Ran hummed bringing a hand to fiddle with the lapels of your robe, fingers sliding along the fabric grazing your collar bone.   

You pursed your lips at his lie, doubtful that was the case.   

“Yeah, sure.” you raised your own hand, fingertips softly grazing over the large tattoo on his adam apple, resulting in you shaking your head as if you disapproved entirely.  

You bit your tongue.  The questions you wanted to ask had answers that you weren’t ready to hear, and things that would be better off unanswered, especially to you.  Ran probably wouldn’t divulge anything anyway, you were sure he was a smart man.   

Ran grabbed ahold of your wrist, tugging you forward so that you fell into his chest with an audible yelp.  You were practically in his lap, hand on your wrist still firmly in place.  He raised a brow, his lips curving upward in what you assumed was supposed to be a smile, but it looked more like a glower.  

“You’re so interested in this damn tattoo” he breathed, lilac eyes bright, curiously staring down into your own.  

Tearing your eyes away from his you tried to pull your hand away from him, only to have him pull you closer.  

 “I’m just looking.”   

He smirked down at you, leaning forward to bury his face into the column of your neck pulling the skin of your jugular in between his teeth.  

You gasped at the slight pinch relaxing in his hold as his free hand worked to untie the sash holding your robe together.  

“Do you want to know what it means?”   

Your heart leaped into your throat upon feeling his cool hand upon your bare skin, a faint whimper following when his fingers tweaked a nipple.    

Whining in complaint, you flexed the fingers of the hand that was still in his grasp settling your hand at the base of his neck.  

“No.” you mewled, swallowing the tightness that began to form in your throat.    

Ran kissed along the curve of your jaw, moving to force his mouth against your own slipping his tongue into the warmth of your mouth.  

You could taste the heavy smoke from his cigar, bitter flavor causing you to retreat from the assault on your mouth.  

“Why not?” dropping your hand, he pushed the bathrobe off of your shoulders the thick material pooling on top of the mattress beneath you.  

His next movements were quick as he hovered over you, slotting himself between your thighs.  He kissed a line down your collarbones, stopping at your breasts before taking a hardened nipple between his teeth.  

You jolted at the endeavor, arching further into him to spur him on.   

“I know-,” you stumbled over your words upon feeling two of his fingers' ghosts over your exposed cunt.  “It's not good Ran.”  

Ran pulled his fingers, now slicked with your arousal away from your core tsking as he hovered over you.  

“Don’t be greedy.” Ran crooned over you, running his thumb over his tongue and pulling back the hood of your clit before pressing the pad of his middle finger to the sensitive bundle of nerves.  “Didn’t you already get fucked earlier?”  

Your mouth went dry at the sensation as you greedily bucked into his hand.  

“I-is that what we’re calling it?”  

The sharp sting of Ran’s open palm coming down on your inner thigh ‘caused a loud yelp to climb up your throat, the numbing after effect causing you to whimper giving Ran a wide-eyed stare.  

“Ow!” you screeched, eyes beginning to cloud over with tears.  Ran smoothed a hand over the spot he slapped as he stared down at you, eyes dark and half-lidded.  

“I really want to be sweet on you, y/n.” his voice was low and almost sultry as he fixed you with a half glare half-grin.  “But you’re making it hard with that mouth of yours.”  

Something in your gut tightened at his tone.  It was stern enough to get your attention and kept you from biting about another smart remark.   

Wetting your lips, you nodded slowly suddenly hyper-aware that you were naked as the day you were born underneath his heated gaze.  

“I’m not used to...,” you faltered, heat creeping up through your belly as you tried to explain yourself, but nothing else came to mind.  

Ran sat back on his haunches stroking his chin thoughtfully as he watched you.  Your eyes were still wide in confusion.  Probably still drunk, he assumed.   

Flipping the comforter up from the mattress, he drew himself underneath taking the time to pull you with him.  He nestled you beside him, drawing an arm around your waist and tucking you back against his chest.   

“Sleep.” Ran ordered, no amused lilt as if his word was absolute while pulling the comforter over the both of you.  

The atmosphere of your banter changed so drastically, your heart still thudding against your ribcage as Ran embraced you.  You didn’t fight him either, you were exhausted.  The pair of you lay in the darkness for about ten minutes before you started to drift off.   

“The tattoo on my back is something that I share with my brother.” Ran pulled you tighter into his embrace, placing a light kiss along your shoulder blade.  “You can see the orchid and a snake if you’re observing it properly,”  

You yawned, curling further into his arms.  

“Ran means orchid,” you mumbled sleepily, in response getting a light hum from Ran himself.  “Brother?”  

“Mhm,” he hummed again, this time burying his face in the mess of your curly hair.  

“I have a brother.” you started, pushing your face further into the pillow you were lying on.  “Well, had.”  

Ran raised a curious brow, even though you couldn’t see it.  His face laced with interest because of the past tense you used to correct yourself.  He could feel the way your body tensed underneath his hold as if your nerves had begun to unravel.   

“Had?” He didn’t expect you to answer, your body becoming completely rigid as you stopped breathing.  

“He killed himself.” your voice was barely above a whisper, your body relaxing again and melding into Ran’s warmth.  “I was the one who found him... he, he and Kenji worked together at the same precinct.  He’s tried to take care of me ever since.”  

Your heart was thudding angrily in your chest, the headache from earlier making its presence known once again.  You hadn't ever shared that information with anyone outside of your close friends and family.  Why you were so readily giving the information away from Ran puzzled you even.    

Ran hummed after a moment of silence, kissing the top of your head before pulling the comforter tighter around you.  

“Sleep.  You’re thinking way too much.”  

Maybe he was right, you were on the brink of exhaustion.  Nodding you closed your eyes falling into the depths of another dreamless sleep.  

You awakened again with a start.  You were no longer wrapped in Ran’s embrace, just alone in the bed with the comforter thrown over you. It was still dark out, the glowing red numbers on the alarm clock reading 3:24 AM.   

You sat up slowly, turning your gaze off to a pair of wooden double doors barely cracked open located on the other end of the room.  A dim stream of glowing light spilled from underneath the frame the sound of low voices gently muffled by the doors.  

Slowly, you clambered out of the bed grabbing the robe you’d been wearing earlier in the night.  Throwing it around yourself, you slowly paced towards the door stopping before pulling them open.  You could hear Ran talking on the other side of the door to another man, an almost manic lilt to his voice.  

“So, it is taken care of.” the other voice spoke.  

“It’s been taken care of, Rin filled me in when I got back a few hours ago.”   

Sanzu shuffled towards the window pulling down one of the blinds so he could peek out.  

“Multiple patrons overdosing on the property isn’t a good look.” he fixed Ran with a quick glance before reaching in his pocket to fish something out.  “As long as this doesn’t get back to the boss, everything should be fine.  Just give Oh a heads up he’ll make sure we’re good.  What do we pay him for anyway?”  

“Taken care of.” Ran reiterated, rubbing his forehead exhaustion seemingly setting in.  

Curiosity got the best of you, and you stood quietly leaning forward to take a peek through the crack of the door.    

Ran stood in the center of the dimly lit room, hair disheveled as if he’d just woken from sleep pressing the mouth of a plastic water bottle to his lips.  

Near him, another man almost as tall as he was with pink hair inhaled the cigarette he’d been smoking.    

You had no idea what they were talking about, and no intention of finding out. Taking a step back you opted to return back to bed, only to halt at the cool chill of something metallic at the nape of your neck.  Your breathing hitched slightly as the drawl of a monotoned voice reached your ears.  

“Be a good girl and turn around.” the voice sent a slight tremor down your spine, your teeth clamping down on your bottom lip to keep the startled whimper from clawing up your throat.  

You turned slowly and were met with the barrel of a black handgun pointed in your face.  Both of your hands flew over your mouth as you stood stock still, unmoving as the pistol was shifted so that the barrel rested at the angular of your jaw.   

“And what the hell do you think you’re doing?”   

Your eyes followed the hand attached to the gun, skimming past that familiar tattoo on the front of his throat.  It was an exact copy of the one that Ran had.  Bringing your gaze upright, you made contact with a pair of purple irises the same exact color as Ran’s.  He looked familiar; you were sure but at this point in time you couldn’t wrap your thoughts around what was happening.  

Your throat had gone dry, hands dropping to your sides as you stared at him wide-eyed.  

He stared at you; stone-faced forcing the barrel deeper into the flesh along your throat.  

Whimpering slightly, you stepped away from him your body colliding with the open door.  

“I-I just woke up, I was looking for Ran.” you stumbled over your words, panic evident in your hushed tone.  

He pulled the pistol out of your face and leaned down so that he was a mere inch or so away from your face eyes burning into your own.    

“What’d you hear sweetheart?” the hand that wasn’t holding the pistol, grasped around the base of your neck, fingers weaving themselves into your hair holding taught.  

You shook your head slightly, tears beginning to brim the corners of your eyes.  

“I didn’t.” wetting your bottom lip, you stared up at him lips quivering in fear.  “I didn’t hear anything, I swear.”  

You were positive you were in tears by now, your hands nervously gripping the hem of your bathrobe while the purple-eyed stranger kept you in place with a hand in your hair.  Sniffling quietly, you squealed in surprise once he pulled you closer, standing erect as he did.  

The doors to the room the two of you were standing outside of began to creak open Ran stepped into the open doorway.  

“You should pay more attention to your playthings.” the man with the hand in your hair scolded, obviously annoyed.  “She was eavesdropping, no telling what she heard.”  

Ran blinked down at you, your face streaked with tears as his brother released the hand in your hair.    

Tsking, he opened his arms with a gentle smile on his face, intending to placate your crying.  

“C’mere baby,” Ran mumbled, his tone soft.  

You quickly stumbled into his arms with the intent to get away from the other man behind you, your fear still caught in the base of your throat.   

Burying your face into the silk shirt that Ran was wearing, you hid your face within the fabric sobbing quietly into his abdomen.  

Ran slipped an arm underneath both of your legs and swooped you up bridal style as he walked back towards where the bed was.  

“Rin, why are you scaring the girl she was just looking for big daddy.  Right baby?” he sat down on the mattress with you draped over his lap and let out a sigh of exhaustion.  

“We don’t have time for your shit Ran.”  Rin scolded his older brother, the pistol from earlier still clasped tightly in his grip.    

“She didn’t hear anything; we weren’t talking about anything important.”   

Sanzu walked into the room, this time his face free from a face mask two apparent scars on the sides of his mouth.  Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved a metal tin and handed it to Rin.  

“Mikey needs me, I’m headed out. Give her one of those, she won’t remember a thing in the morning and we don’t have to get rid of a body tonight.  Easy.”    

Sanzu wasn’t in the mood tonight, and it clearly showed as he turned towards the door to leave.   

You cowered in Ran’s lap as you listened in on the conversation that went on in the background, your head swimming with uncertainty as you curled inward on yourself.  

“Meeting tomorrow at HQ,” Sanzu said, an amused smile plastered on his face.  

Sanzu was on his way out, while Rin opened up the metal container presenting Ran with a right pink pill.  Ran held out an open palm as Rin dropped it in his hand, eyes narrowed in discontent.  It was clear he wanted to scold his older brother but he did no such thing, pushing the container into his pocket before following Sanzu’s lead.  

“We’ve got shit to do, Ran.”  

With that, he was gone leaving you and Ran alone in the darkness of the hotel room.  Running a hand through his hair, Ran groaned internally, cursing under his breath.  

“Look at me pretty girl.” Ran sighed, waiting for you to comply holding the pill up to your mouth when you finally did.  

“This is going to help you sleep.” he watched you quietly, your lips parting obediently, he placed it on the flat of your tongue.  

The pill began to dissolve as soon as it hit the wet of your tongue, the bitterness causing you to cringe in disgust.  

“I’m sorry.” you were quiet, a gentle haze of confusion wafting over you from the obscure lozenge that Ran had given you without hesitation.  

“Get some sleep.”  

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Bzzt…Bzzt…Bzzt  

Reaching out you felt around the bed from underneath the comforter for whatever was vibrating loudly against your ear drums.  The initial assumption was that it was your phone, but you just couldn’t get a solid grasp on it in the groggy state you were in.    

Lifting your head in agitation, you cracked your eyes open tiredly waiting for your vision to adjust to the brightly lit room.  There.   

Picking it up, you pressed the button on the side of it to silence the vibrations that had awakened you from a deep slumber.  The phone was silenced and you nestled back into your pillow closing your eyes again.  You were extremely fatigued, head throbbing unforgivingly as you relaxed into the blankets.  

Sighing in relief, you closed your eyes again only to jolt up again upon hearing your phone vibrate once more.  Frustration was beginning to set in, you forced yourself up right picking up the phone to stare at the LCD.   

Kenji’s name was displayed on the screen as the phone buzzed continuously, and in return, you just stared at it blankly. It was after 9 AM apparently, and after the phone eased its ringing again you saw the missed call notification.  

10 missed calls.  All from Kenji.  Rubbing your tired eyes, you unlocked your phone in an attempt to call him back, but your doorbell ringing disrupted you.  

The heavy pounding that came next startled you, forcing you to clamber out of bed.  A few glances around the room told you that you were in your own bedroom. Slowly, you padded through your apartment, clad in an oversized silk button-down shirt that didn’t belong to you.    

Your confusion came next, as you tugged at the silk shirt curiously, only to jolt back to reality upon hearing another round pounding at your door again.    

Startled, you shouted out of anger as you neared the door.  

“Hang on a damn minute, I’m coming!” you seethed, placing your hand on the handle and yanking in frustration.  Your hand sipped off of the knob from the excessive force almost throwing you back on your behind.   

Regaining your composure, you unlocked the door, angrily pulling it open to see Kenji standing in the doorway dressed a little more formally than usual in a black suit white undershirt, and tie.  He looked as if he had just come from some kind of business meeting or court.  

  Sighing in annoyance you fixed him with a pointed glare, raising your eyebrows in pure agitation.  

“Why the hell? Why are you hitting my door like some deranged psychopath?”  you asked, completely bewildered.  

Kenji simply stared down at you, eyes going over your appearance confusion and then anger falling over his features as he pushed his way into your apartment slamming the door shut behind him.  

“Where the hell have you been?” Kenji loomed over you; brows knitted together in anger as he stared down at you.  “And where the fuck did that shirt come from?”  

Affronted, you stepped away from him to put some distance in between before retorting.  Looking down at the shirt again, you honestly couldn’t recall where it came from or why you were wearing it so you lied.  

“It’s an old shirt Kenji,” you glared in his direction as he began to close the space you had purposely put between the two of you in the first place.  “Why are you blowing my phone up, I was sleeping.”  

Kenji stared at you in disbelief, eyes narrowing in suspicion.  He looked like he didn’t believe you one bit.  

“You’ve been gone for two days.” He stepped forward again, his hand grasping hold of your jaw to pull you into his grasp.  “I was this close to filing a missing person's report.”  

Stilling in his grasp, you looked away from him trying to come up with something, literally anything.  The longer you stood there trying to account for lost time.  Everything was blank.    

Your brow furrowed in discontent as you pulled away from him to sit down on your sofa.  Leaning forward, you rested your forehead in your palm as you sat quietly.  

The last thing you remembered... was going to see Suzu.  How she was still detoxing and how she admitted that Kenji had cheated on you while you were in college.    

Swallowing thickly, you looked up at him lips pressed in a thin line.  You slowly chanted a mantra in your head, hands curling into fists at your sides.  

It happened in college.  It happened in college.  It was the past; you have no right to be upset.  It was in the past.  

Clearing your throat you stood, cradling your bosom with both arms.    

“Are you going to answer my fucking question?” Kenji asked, the aggravation clear in his voice.   

The longer you stared at Kenji the more upset you became.  Your frustrations were coming to a head, your nerves suddenly raw from Suzu’s exclamation.  It left a bitter taste in your mouth.    

“Did you sleep with Suzu while we were dating in college?” the question materialized before you realized you had spoken it out loud.     

Kenji paused momentarily but rebounded just as easily as he stepped towards you.  You were impressed.   

“Did Suzu tell you that?” He stepped towards you again, attempting to grasp at your arm only to have you step out of his reach.  “Didn’t I tell you not to go see her alone? She’s an addict.”  

He wasn’t confirming nor denying it, your heart dropped down into your stomach an inkling of nausea beginning to stir in the pit of your belly.  

“Ken,” you started, walking over towards the door you reached out to grasp the handle.  “I need you to leave, right now.  I can’t talk to you right now.”  

Ken’s mouth dropped open, to say something only to have you interrupt him.  

“I mean it Ken, get out right now.” Your heart ached for obvious reasons but the fact that he wasn’t trying to save face really hit your hard in the gut.  

Kenji ran a hand through his hair fingernails nearly clawing at his scalp, this was something you noticed he did when he was getting irritated.  

A slight grin pulled at the corner of his mouth as he tried one more time, taking a step near you.  

“Baby doll.” Kenji reached towards you to rest a hand on your cheek and you turned away from him, tears starting to make their presence known.  

“Get out, I don’t want to talk to you right now.  I mean it.”  

He got the hint that time, preparing to leave the apartment.    

“Look, it’s not what you think.” he stepped out into the hall.  “Just let me explain.”  

Once he stepped over the threshold, you slammed the door shut in his face locking it right after.  

This was rough.  Propping yourself up against the door, you caught yourself before you fell over.  You felt absolutely disgusted.  The fact that both Kenji and Suzu had been lying to you right in your face for all of these years.    

“Y/n.” Kenji’s voice came from the other side of your door and you were nearly retched right then and there.  Abandoning your post at the door you ran into the bathroom flipping the toilet seat up as you vomited into the bowl.  

Leave.  Please, just leave...  

Silence ticked on afterward.  Five minutes turned to ten the silence continuing to stretch as you sat on the bathroom floor wallowing in your own self-pity.    

Once you were certain Kenji was gone, you stood up leaning over the sink to brush your teeth to cleanse the taste of sickness from your pallet.    

Splashing your face with cool water, you looked into the mirror staring sadly at your reflection.    

“I- can’t...”   

A faint image tugged at the recesses of your brain, causing you to jolt momentarily as snapshots of the other night began to become more recognizable.  

Ran pulled you into his lap, covering your lips in a fervent and needy kiss.  Heat bloomed in your chest at the absent memory.  

“Ran.”   

You remembered spending the night with him, you remembered him buried deep inside in the back of that damn car.  

You flushed, slightly ashamed.   But the rest of the night was just dark, except for the unfamiliar voice that echoed in the depths of your consciousness.   

"Just give Oh a heads up he’ll make sure we’re good.  What do we pay him for anyway?”  

You stood frozen, staring at your paling reflection in mirror. 

#the hills #ran haitani smut #hanma shuji x reader #tokyo revengers smut

[hinatastinygiant]

26 | Mahogany

Pairing: Bokuto x Fem!Reader

Escapism Masterlist

When you wake up the following morning, you stare straight up at your ceiling. The room is quite bright. You must’ve forgotten to close the blinds to your window last night.

As you roll over to your side, you see that Phoebe’s bed is still made. Well, made enough for you to be sure she hadn’t slept there last night. She probably stumbled in with some guy, realized you were dead asleep and went off to his room instead. Just surmising from past experiences.

It’s then that you remember your conversation with Kuroo last night.

“Then before it’s too late, Y/N, talk to him,” he had said.

You groan and dig yourself deeper under your blankets, trying to come up with one good reason not to listen to Kuroo’s good advice. Unfortunately, nothing comes to you. Nothing good, that is, before your phone starts buzzing.

Begrudgingly, you pull your head out of your sheets and reach for your phone beside your bed. There, you see a text from Bokuto.

Bokuto: Hey. Do you think you could come work a shift today?

“Dammit,” you whisper to yourself. Working a shift is honestly the last thing you want to do right now. But you did promise him you’d help out when he needs you. And you know he really needs it.

Though you aren’t particularly excited about it, you agree to work the shift and get out of bed. You rush right for the bathrooms, taking a good long shower to wake yourself up before getting dressed and driving down to The Jukebox.

“Hey!” Bokuto waves to you as he walks away from a table with a few dirty dishes in one hand.

“Hey, be careful with that. You’re going to drop those,” you sigh as you take the top two from his pile.

“Y/N, I do this all day. Every single day. I know what I’m doing,” he smiles.

“You say that until you trip on a kid’s toy or someone’s jacket. Practice doesn’t guarantee you’ll never fall,” you explain as you follow him into the kitchen.

“Well either way,” he continues as he places the dishes into the sink and hands them off to Al, “I really appreciate you coming here this morning on such short notice. Marlene called in sick so it’s just the three of us. You, me, and Al.”

“Shit, you should’ve said that and I would’ve come quicker!” you groan. “Come on, Bo. You take too much of this on your own shoulders. I’m here to help you, okay? Whenever you need it. And the others are, too.”

“Do you think maybe you could call Akaashi and see if he could help out then?” he asks a bit nervously. “Maybe Phoebe and Kenji, too?”

“I have a feeling Phoebe is unavailable this morning,” you chuckle. “But I’ll call the guys. I’m sure Kenji will say yes as long as Akaashi’s in.”

Within the hour, Kenji and Akaashi both arrive. Kenji nearly praises you like a goddess for coming up with an excuse to keep the two of them together for the day.

And whatever you did, must’ve worked, because at the end of the night, the two of them walk off together.

You watch them leave with the sun setting in front as you wipe down one of the last tables. In the distance, you hear Bokuto saying goodbye to Al and wishing him a safe drive home.

Despite how you hear his footsteps drawing closer once the two of you are alone, you still get startled to hear him call out your name.

“Huh?” you ask, looking away from the window.

“I was saying, I think it’s clean,” he chuckles as he looks down at the spotless table.

“Oh, yeah, probably,” you smile softly, realizing this is the first time you’ve been alone with Bokuto all day. Meaning now’s the time to have your talk with him.

“Hey, uh, I saw you with Aimi at the party last night. The two of you are getting pretty serious, huh?” you change the conversation just like Kuroo had done the night before.

“No, not really,” he shakes his head.

“Aren’t the two of you…”

“No, not anymore,” he replies as he sits down in the booth beside the table you were just cleaning. “We stopped all that once you told me she was dating your ex. Thought that’d be kinda weird… But I’ve been spending some time with her because she’s sort of going through the same thing. Her grandmother died recently, too. So I guess that’s why we gravitated towards each other in the first place.”

“Shit, I’m sorry, Bo,” you shake your head. “I had no idea.”

“No, it’s okay,” he answers lightheartedly. “Besides, she kinda caught on to my feelings for you.”

“For me?” you repeat, thinking you must’ve died and went to heaven. Finally, he’s admitting his feelings for you.

No words come to your mind at the moment. Instead, you grab his cheeks and press your lips hard against his. He moans softly at the sudden kiss and grins softly against your skin. He then pulls you onto his lap and kisses you back.

When he pulls away, he looks up at you with curious eyes. “Does that mean you feel the same way?” he asks nervously.

“Only since like forever,” you smile as you wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly.

“Seriously?” he chuckles. “And that whole time I never noticed?”

“You were pretty oblivious, yeah,” you smile back as you lean away from the hug you had given him. “But I guess so was I.”

“Seems we’re on the same page then,” he answers.

“For the first time in a long time. Yes,” you reply as Bokuto wraps his hand behind your neck.

“Good,” he replies quietly before kissing you again. “I like being on the same page as you.”

Escapism Masterlist

#bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #bokuto x y/n #bokuto #kotaro bokuto #kotaro bokuto x reader #bokuto x fem!reader #x femreader #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu self insert #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu bokuto #haikyu #hinatastinygiant #escapism #fanfiction series #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3

[xobrattymoonxo]

Lessons 

Aone x Futakuchi Reader x Futakuchi-nii 

Summary: Aone asks Futakuchi for some sex tips, but Futakuchi has a better idea. 

MINORS DNI! ALL MINORS INTERACTING WILL BE BLOCKED!

WARNINGS: DUBCON TO NONCON, INCEST, anal, double pentation, one spanking, mention of controlled relations, brief mentions of past incest relationships, Nii-chan use, slight choking, Pls let me know if i missed anything! 

AN: I am thinking of starting a taglist if anyone would like to be added! Next post will be a Yandere Denki x reader for a collab event!! 

Second Person Pov

“Kenji, can I ask you something?” Aone asked sitting beside his best friend of several years.

“Of course bubby! What’s up?” He said as he smacked his back playfully.

“I like this girl and I want to know how to.. You know…” He looked away from Futakuchi.

“Are you asking me for sex tips? Have you even asked her out yet?” Futakuchi said with a laugh.

“No.” His cheeks heated up as he continued to poke at his food.

“Tell you what body, come to my place after your last lecture, I have an idea.” Aone just nodded his head in agreement. “Well buddy, I have to go to a lab, but I will see you later.”

After Aone’s last class at 7pm he went to Futakuchi’s apartment. He gently knocked on the door as You opened it up.

“Oh hey Aone! Kenji-nii just finished dinner.” You said letting him in. His face was now bright red as he walked inside, taking off his shoes. He sat himself down at the table across from you.

The conversations were kept light at the table, mostly about school and part time jobs.

“I am going to head to my room for the night. Knock if you need anything Nii-san. Nice seeing you again Aone.” She said as she walked away.

Futakuchi waited about an hour before looking at Aone. They were currently sitting on the couch as they could hear your music coming from your bedroom for the past while.

“Alright Nobu, are you ready to learn?” Futakuchi asked, using his signature nickname for Aone.

“Are you suggesting that we will be?” He moved his hands frantically in the air.

“No not me! There is one other person that lives here after all.” Futakuchi said with a smirk. He stood up from the couch and began to walk away. He turned around to see Aone still not moving. “Are you coming or not?”

Aone stood up and rushed over to behind Futakuchi. They were now outside your door as Futakuchi pushed it open. You now stood in front of them in nothing but panties and one of your brothers oversized shirts.

“Kenji-nii!! I told you you have to knock!” You screamed as you went to grab some pants. A hand wrapped around your wrist pulling you back.

“Gosh Y/n, you’re always such a fucking tease. Walking around in my apartment in those panties when my friend is here?” He gestured down to your lace blue panties. He slammed you into his chest as he moved his hands to your ass.

“Kenji-nii stop.” You said embarrassed as you seen Aone in the doorway.

“Shh baby it’s okay. I want to teach Aone a few things about sex. Will you be a good girl for me and show your Nii-chan you are a good girl?” He asked you.

“”I’m a good girl Kenji-nii.” You whispered into his chest.

He pulled you into a passionate kiss as Aone felt himself growing hand in his pants.

“Are you going to come in Nobu?” Futakuchi asked.

Aone stepped inside the room as you told him to take his pants off and sit down on the bed. Aone followed instructions as you sat down on his naked thigh. Futakuchi pulled your shirt off.

“Wow, no bra baby? Someone was waiting eagerly in her room I see.” He reached out and grabbed a handful of your breasts as you moaned out. “Come on Nobu, take one of your tits in your mouth. Y/n you have to start moving on his leg, okay?” You nodded your head frantically as you began to slowly move.

Futakuchi placed both his hands on your hips as he began sliding your back and forth on Aone’s muscular thigh. Your moans got louder as did the wet spot on your panties.

“Please.” You whined out.

“Please what baby?”

“I need more please.” With that he pulled you off of Aone’s thigh, guiding you to lay down on the bed. Before Futakuchi could say anything Aone was already ripping your panties in half. He shoved his face right into your pussy as he licked up your clit. He shoved a finger inside you as he began to move at a fast pace.

“Wow Takanobu! Where did you learn that from?”

“Porn.” A soft whisper could be heard from him as he started sucking hard on your clit. You  could feel your stomach began to knot as you began to get louder.

“Pull out and wait then shove two inside.” Futakuchi ordered. Aone followed his instructions as you whined out about your loss of orgasm. “I promise this one will feel better.” Futakuchi said as he kissed your forehead.

Aone went back to your clit, sucking it. He shoved one finger in slowly, then another. He curled up a bit with them now inside you as he smiled to himself. Before you knew it he shoved a third one in as you screamed with pleasure. Futakuchi walked over to your bedside table as he pulled out a bottle of lube.

You were in total bliss now as Aone’s three fingers curled inside you at such a fast pace. You felt yourself get close again.

“Please let me cum! Please!” She whined out. Aone instantly pulled his fingers out and his mouth away.

“If you want to cum princess it will be on my cock.” Aone said. He whipped his shirt off as he climbed on top of you. He began slowly pulling his boxers down as his cock smacked his stomach. You looked at it as you licked your lips. It was bigger than your nii-sans, but you would never say that to him. Aone flipped you as you were on top of his large frame. He held on top your hips with a bruising grip. He lined himself up as he began to push in slowly.

“You are taking too long. She’s a cut slut she can take it.” Futakuchi said as he grabbed above Aone’s hands and slammed you down on his cock. You were sitting up still as Futakuchi pushed you down to lay on Aone’s chest. “Don’t be selfish and leave me out baby girl.” He whispered in your ear. You felt him spread your ass cheeks as he dropped cold liquid onto your puckered hole.

“Kenji!” You shouted.

“That’s Kenji-nii to you slut.” He said as he brought his hand down hard on your ass. Aone groaned as he felt you pussy clench.

“I’m sorry Nii-chan!”

“Come on Kenji. I want to fuck her.” Aone said impatiently. Kenji laughed as he shoved a finger in your ass.

“Kenji-nii!” You whined out, “Feels weird!”

“Add another.” Aone ordered Futakuchi. He smirked at Aone as he slipped another in and started to scissor your asshole. You began to cry from the feeling on top of Aone. Aone reached behind and grabbed your hair as he slammed your lips on his and began to kiss passionately.

While you were distracted Futakuchi pulled his two fingers out as he lubed up his cock and lined it up with your back entrance. He started sliding it in slowly as you tried to pull away from Aone. Aone pulled back to see you crying and whipped away your tears.

“Gosh little sis, your so fucking hot when you cry. Let’s move Takanobu.”

“Please stop, it hurts.” You whined. They didn’t listen as they moved at a slow pace in sync. Aone reached down and began rubbing your clit.

“I should have fucked this ass a long time agi fuck you are so tight.” He began to suck down on your neck leaving a trail of hickies in all the spots he could reach. You continued to whine as Futakuchi grabbed your throat. “You want to cry like a baby, I’ll give you a reason to cry.” He looked into Aone’s eyes as they both suddenly began to pound into you at a much faster pace. With the length of Aone, you could feel him bruising your cervix and hitting all those places that have never been touched before. The two felt each other's cock through the thin liner of skin separating them. You felt yourself getting close once again as you mumbled incoherent words. “She’s cumming Nobu, are you almost there?” He said between grunts.

“Should I cum on her stomach?” He asked.

“No, in her pussy. I’m going to cum inside this tight little asshole.”

“No please not inside! I don’t want Aone to cum inside!” You shouted as they continued to roughly pound into you.  

“Too bad princess. I want to fuck you full of my cum till you are dripping.” Aone said. You cried out as you came finally.

Aone and Futakuchi were not far behind. You felt hot ropes of cum shoot up into your cervix and ass as they emptied their loads and pulled out and collapsed on the bed.. Your stomach was noticeably bigger from  the large load of cum from Aone. He moved you to lay in between them as he pushed down on your stomach watching his cum ooze out.

“Fuck thats hot, huh Nobu?” Futakuchi said out of breath. Aone nodded back in response. “Now will you tell that girl you like her?” Aone nodded his head.

“Hey Y/n I like you.” Both you and Futakuchi looked at Aone, not moving. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“I-”

“Yes she will. You can come over here and have sex any time as long as I can join.” Futakuchi spoke for you.

“Speaking of sex,” Aone now moved on top of you this time. “It’s time for round two my beautiful girlfriend. I haven’t filled you up enough yet.” He said with a sadistic smile as he lined his hard cock up with your entrance again.

Masterlist 

#tw inc*st #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw dark fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #futakuchi x reader #futakuchi smut #aone x reader #aone smut #aone x you #haikyuu smut

[dazai-fics]

Stargazing – Dazai Osamu

Pairing: Dazai x Reader (high school au)

Word Count: 2.6k*

Warnings: slight cursing, smut/nsfw- oral, fingering

Summary: Having Osamu Dazai as your boyfriend has never been boring.

A/n: This has been stuck in my head for a while and I finally was able to sit down and write it out so I hope you guys enjoy and don’t judge me too much because this is my first time writing out smut !

Inspired by: Stargazing*- The NBHD

You could feel the cool of the evening seep into your bones as you groggily sat up in your plush bed. Once, then twice, did you blink to remove any bit of remaining sleep as you looked over to the source of your annoyance.

Your phone lit up with a string of messages from only one contact; a contact that as of late had made your heart pound in a way that was indescribable in every sense of the word. Sighing, you picked up the phone and began to read over the messages your extremely clingy boyfriend woke you up with.

‘Samu ♡:

1:04 AM

hey baby i can’t sleep u up?

1:04

Belladonna ? :(

1:05

I’m coming over, have a surprise for us :)

He’s what?

You were now fully awake at this point and groaned at the spontaneity and impulsiveness of your brunette lover. Knowing you had no choice but to go along with his antics, you got out of your bed and quickly ran to your closet hoping the faster you went, the quicker the chills would go away as they flared your arms and legs up with goosebumps.

You were already wearing sweatpants, so you decided to just throw on a black hoodie that was suspiciously too big on your figure.

You inhaled deeply as the smell of vanilla and mint overcame your senses causing a serene smile to overcome your features. Yes, this was indeed the sweatshirt of the Osamu Dazai; a man that in the last couple of months has invaded your every waking thought and had claim over any flush in your cheeks, dimple in your smile, and crinkle in your eyes as they closed shut-tight over the unbearable laughter released at one of his cheesy jokes.

Of course that didn’t mean everything was all raised heart beats and shared smiles with the boy as dating Dazai also meant caring for him and all his dark thoughts and emotions. As well as vise versa since your life by no means was easy and perfect. However, no matter how bad things got; or who left or entered your life, you could always count on Dazai, and him you, to be there whenever life caught you both in it’s gloomy and seemingly inescapable hold.

Another smile escaped your lips and you once again inhaled the calming scent; now thinking back to how you met the lanky, mysterious, goofball.

You had moved to your new town back in your freshman year of high school which of course meant having to make new friends and basically start a whole new life in a time that was so important and vital.

You remember your first day at ADA highschool so vividly; the sweat that built in your palms, and the barely visible motion of your toes curling into your shoes from anxiety. You had thought making friends would be impossible no matter how many times your parents assured you that your “charming” personality would help you make friends so very easily.

It was the end of the day and you were sure that your still very much lack of friends would mean that would be the truth for the rest of your four years in this high school you were very much forced to attend. You felt a tear quickly escape your eye as the anxiety started to take physical form; quickly you ran to a quiet corner and began to wipe furiously and harshly at your eyes as you reprimanded your sensitivity.

“What am I five? Why am I crying so hard?”

You jumped suddenly as you heard quiet giggles next to your ear.

You felt embarrassment flood your body as you wiped even harder to stop the tears. He was a bit blurry, but you could faintly make out the long, curly, brunette hair; dark chocolate eyes, and white bandages that wrapped around his long, lanky, figure. He also wore casual clothes which consisted of jeans, a hoodie, and sneakers.

Your first thought, of course besides the initial embarrassment and anger, was why he was wrapped in those seemingly endless rolls of bandages.

“Who is this weird banaged guy?” You scoffed to yourself as your sniffles came to an end.

“Done crying?” He asked teasingly, that stupid smug smile still on his face.

“I don’t remember asking for your help or comfort,” you said defensively, the venom not really reaching your still red and glossy face.

The boy laughed again good-naturedly; not intentionally trying to rile you up but he couldn’t help but think your anxiety was misplaced.

“Well then, why don’t you come walk home with my friend Atsushi and I, could be fun~,” he offered, his hand held out to you in an act of trying to make you feel comforted.

Your eyes widened as you hesitantly accepted his offer; the boy rushing you along as soon as your hands made contact, going into a rant over another boy named Kunikida mothering the absolute shit out of him.

Four years had gone by and you were both in your senior year;  nothing really changing between you except the now official titles of ‘boyfriend’ and ‘partner’ which you had longed for since as long as you could remember.

Since that fateful day, you had become a part of the best group of friends you could ask for consisting of Atsushi, Kunikida, Yosano, Kenji, Ranpo, kyouka, and of course Dazai.

However, you knew you wanted something more with Dazai since freshman year and although you two were… close, he never seemed interested in more. He seemingly always had a new girl on his arm bragging about the various amounts of… sexual interactions he would have with them and each time it broke your heart a little more.

Despite all that, he would hold you whenever you were down, wiped your tears whenever they fell, and held you close when you couldn’t sleep; pressing gentle kisses when he thought you were knocked out by exhaustion finally hitting you.

Dazai had intimacy issues and fears you knew were holding him back from officially committing to you which is why you never pressed anything and kept your feelings locked up nice and tight… until a couple of months ago when it all came to a head.

Harsh words; honest words were shared by you both in an argument you thought would rip the person you had come to love and rely on most from you forever. Luckily it did the exact opposite as Dazai decided he was done with denying himself from your pure and warm love that made his dark world just a bit brighter everyday.

And now you two were inseparable; lips never too far from each other, limbs entangled whenever chance allowed. Your other friends were definitely sick of it but you both didn’t care as you denied each other from this comfort for too long to let any time go to waste.

You were snapped out of your reverie by gentle tapping at your window. You quickly turned your head to see the man of your thoughts sitting patiently on the ledge, a goofy smile etched into his pretty, pink lips.

You scoffed playfully as you made your way across the room to open the window for him. Immediately, he placed his lips on yours in a passionate kiss as his hands came up to cup your face lovingly.

“Mmm missed you so much,” he mumbled against your lips causing you to giggle.

“We saw each other, like, six hours ago!” You exclaimed slapping him playfully, causing him to release a laugh himself.

“Exactly! Now c’mon I’m taking you somewhere,” Dazai commanded you gently, grabbing your hand as he guided you out the window.

“‘Samu it’s one in the morning, where are we going?” You groaned in annoyance wanting your boyfriend to join you in bed and cuddle you back to sleep.

“Nuh uh uh~ It’s a surprise!” He exclaimed playfully booping you on the nose as you both made your way to his black range rover.

“Alright, whatever, can I at least get a hint?”

“Hmm, okay, okay, fine,” Dazai relented as he began to type away on his phone playing a song from his spotify that came out on his connected bluetooth, touch screen.

Take it from the top, if I start I just can’t stop…

You giggled silently as you shook your head, your boyfriend rolling down both of your windows and turning up the music for what he likes to call ‘the full midnight drive experience.’

“So are we going stargazing?!” You yelled over the wind and music.

“Yep!” He yelled back cheerily taking one hand off of the wheel to rub at your thigh comfortingly.

“Pull it out of park put in drive, I can feel your heart beating with mine, underneath the stars, lookin' for a sign glowin' in the dark 'til the sun shines, made it pretty far on the first try, might've set the bar a little too high, started with a spark, now we're on fire-”

You both yelled together which winded up with you both laughing uncontrollably. Dazai continued to sing along with the neighborhood as you took this as a chance to examine how gorgeous this man truly was.

His silky, curly brunette hair went everywhere as the wind entangled with it, his dark chocolate eyes shined with the headlights from the cars going on the opposite side of the freeway, his bandaged hands gripped at the wheel allowing you to see every vein and bone from his knuckles, and his face was flushed pink from the yelling and wind.

You laughed freely as you once again joined in with his singing; utter and complete joy filling you both which was rare.

Eventually, you both reached a secluded park with a hill; perfect for sitting and stargazing. Once you both got out, Dazai layed out a towel for you both to cuddle on without getting soaked from the freshly sprayed grass.

You both giggled loudly like the teenagers in love you were as you made yourself comfortable on your boyfriend’s chest; his lanky arms coming to wrap themselves around you, one occasionally letting go to point out the constellations or meteors blinking past in the inky sky.

You had to hold in your snickers whenever he would wrongly name a constellation but nonetheless; you would place a soft kiss on his cheek and thank him for teaching them to you.

Soon, the soft kisses on the cheek would turn to passionate kisses on the lips as Dazai changed his position to where he was on top of you. He began to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw to your neck; the juxtaposition of his warm kisses to the cold air surrounding you both caused small whimpers of pleasure to leave your lips.

“‘Samu…” you called breathily causing your boyfriend to look up from the dark hickeys he was ever-so-carefully placing on your collarbone.

“What is it, my belladonna?” He asked teasingly, returning to his methodically placed kisses.

“More…” you whined as arousal began to pool in your gut.

“As you wish.”

Dazai kissed lower down your belly to the elastic band of your panties. After leaving a couple small kisses on your hip bone, he looked up into your eyes for confirmation it was okay to go further. You nodded urgently and placed your hand in his soft locks as if to urge him on.  He let out a chuckle at your eagerness but complied nonetheless; you were his princess and whatever you asked of him he would do, even at the cost of his own wellbeing.

After pulling down your sweatpants and panties, he immediately attached his tongue to your clit; moving it in small circles he knew would make you fall apart. Your whines and whimpers fuled him on as your fingers harshly pulled on his locks.

“‘Samu… want your fingers” You ordered in between moans.

“Where baby, tell me,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on your clit.

“inside…please!”

“As you wish.”

Dazai slowly placed his ring and middle fingers into your tight cunt, “Fuck belladonna, so wet for me,” he all but moaned as he gently moved his fingers around trying to find the spot that would have you fall apart all over him.

“‘Samu there! Please!” You gasped as he found your G-spot; not letting up until your back arched and you cummed all over his fingers.

“Good girl; my good, pretty girl that’s it,” he whispered gently as he coaxed you down from your high.

He licked away all the wetness from his fingers as he came back up to meet your lips in a passionate kiss filled with lust and love.

“‘Samu, want more..” you begged softly against his lips.

“Mmm what could you possibly mean~” your boyfriend teased causing you to groan.

“Oh like you don’t want the same thing I can see your hard-on from here,” you teased back looking down to see he was indeed impossibly hard in well fitted grey sweatpants.

“Ha-ha touché, belladonna.”

You both shared a loving laugh as you once again met in a kiss, your hand cupping the back of his head to bring him even closer. Dazai separated for a second to take off his pants and underwear letting his painfully hard cock hit against his abdomen, Dazai letting out a hiss from the cold hair hitting it.

“Need you baby, please,” you whined as your boyfriend soothed you with a kiss to the neck as he began to line his dick up with your wet pussy.

“Almost in, tell me if it ‘urts,” he mumbled as he began to fill you up.

You gasped, never truly used to his size but feeling complete nevertheless.

“Okay?” He asked gently and you nodded kissing his cheek giving him the silent permission to keep going.

“Feels so good ‘Samu!” You moaned as he picked up speed.

“Fuck you’re so tight baby, always so good and tight for me,” your boyfriend praised as he kept up a gentle pace trying to bring you both to your respective highs.

“Gonna cum ‘Samu,'' you whimpered as you felt the coil in your abdomen beginning to snap.

“Go on belladonna, cum for me,” he praised as you did just that; the fast tightening of your warm cunt milking Dazai’s cock as he began to cum with you.

Dazai collapsed on top of you, burying his head in your warm neck and you wrapped your smaller arms around his waist.

“Love you so much ‘Samu,'' you whispered as you felt soft kisses being placed on the dark hickeys your boyfriend left prior.

“Love you more, belladonna; thank you for always being by my side,” he whispered back.

After indulging in each other’s warmth and comfort for a while longer, Dazai cleaned you both up with the towel and dressed you both as he then gently picked you up and placed you in the back seat to lay down as you had fallen asleep.

He took a warm blanket he always kept for you in the trunk and tucked and buckled you in as he took his place in the driver’s seat and drove you both back to your house.

Once you both arrived he took you in arms and walked you both up to the front door where he used the key you gave him to let you in.  As quietly as possible, he then took you both upstairs to your room where he tucked you in again and then got comfortable in the bed next to you; gathering you in his arms and then pressing a kiss to your head.

“Good night, my love sleep well.”

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[starglow-xx]

owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada & port mafia (part 1)

platonic! edogawa ranpo x f! reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting these fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them! but only at the cost of your peace and sanity. 

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff

author’s notes: this will be a multiple part series of head canons and this is only part one! this series will include both the agency and port mafia members, and then something special for the end. maybe i’ll even write a real one shot/scenario for it. if there’s enough interest, i might open up a tag list for this! i hope you all enjoy!! <33

also, ranpo is 25 in this part; kenji, atushi, kyouka, and the tanizaki siblings aren’t part of the agency yet, only yosano, kunikida, and dazai are, but in the next couple parts, it will be established that the tanizakis are

and (n/n) means nickname :)

meeting the greatest detective

your bakery, Sakura’s, which you named after your late grandmother (who was also your guardian), went into business when you were 18 right after graduating high school

who needed a culinary course when you were trained by dear ol grandma?

your grandmother died when you were 16, just as you started your second year of high school

you were devastated of course, but you knew she wouldn’t want you to wallow over it too long

so in those last two hard years of high school, you took part time jobs at other bakeries and saved lots and lots of money

by graduation, using your life savings, the money your grandmother had left for you, and all the money you earned working, you were able to buy the small building—with a reasonable amount of money left over to survive— you and your grandmother had been eyeing back in her hometown, yokohama, to start your bakery

the building was a bit run down, but you were planning to give it a makeover anyways

it was a bit smaller compared to other buildings around, only having two stories, but on the plus side, the second floor had taller ceilings and was an apartment

is that realistic? probably not but bare with me here 

aNYWHO

you finished putting your bakery up in about 4 months, then finished up your apartment 2 more after

you opened Sakura’s at 7 in the morning then closed at 8 in the evening

when you first started, you did quite well!!

especially with those who went to work on early mornings and families

the time when you first opened was the most peaceful, but you admitted that it was a bit boring, and you wished for a bit more excitement

and boy, the day edogawa ranpo stepped into your bakery was the catalyst for the chaos and excitement that was soon to come

not that you knew that

if you did you would’ve never let him in

maybe

you were 19 when ranpo discovered Sakura’s, and it was completely accidental

he finished solving a case and was on the way back to the agency, and he—not surprisingly—got lost and then it started to rain really hard

it was pouring; there was even the cliche thunder strike and everything

you saw the brown clad man across the street and you ran out with two umbrellas (almost getting hit by a car mind you) handed one to him and practically dragged him inside

with the heavy rain on the forecast, Sakura’s was empty, so you gently pushed him down on a chair and you rushed away to find towels

even though the two of you had umbrellas, the two of you were still soaked 

finding said towels, you quickly dried yourself the best you could then you draped your towel over your back and rushed over to give him his as well as a warm pastry and your special hot honey lemon tea

ranpo laughed as you placed down the refreshment and snack, thinking that you knew who he was and was giving him special treatment

poor bby blinked and went :0 when you said you didn’t

“you don’t know who i am?”

“no. am i supposed to?”

“...”

the 25 year old blanked and you worried that you broke him and started to apologize profusely 

he cut you off claiming that he got over it he didnt but seeing as the bakery was empty and it was pouring pretty badly, he demanded you give him all your attention sit with him so he could tell you all about himself and what he’s done

the two of you got along quite well

you were amazed with all the stories he’s told you 

you honestly acted like a cute little kid listening to fairytales

he told you that and in response you threw a napkin at him

“wow ranpo-san! that’s amazing!!”

“you look like a little kid”

cue the napkin

he was happy with all the attention, praise, and sweets you gave him

the agency gave him praise sure, and made sure he had a lot of snacks but it was refreshing to have someone give him this much and your treats were the best he’s ever had

after he told you all his most interesting cases, the two of you just rambled about the most randomest things; going from the best desserts and snacks to the stupidest things his coworkers have done

you guys were on that last topic for a while

you two talked and rambled for hours, and when it hit hour two and the rain was still pouring, you just went ahead and slipped the “we’re open” sign to “closed” even though it was only 2 o’clock

you thought that this was probably the loving goofy older brother relationship that you missed out on

“ranpo-san, you’re kind of like the brother i’ve never had”

“and you’re still like that little kid”

cue another napkin to the face

don’t worry, he already adores you <3 

he just likes to make fun of you </3

*cuts you off as you’re talking to squish your cheeks* “(y/n) you still have a lot of baby fat and you’re pretty short...are you sure you’re still not in high school or smth??”

*incoherent talking due to pressure on cheeks* “ranpo-san you have 3 seconds before i kick you out”

at around 6, the rain came to a stop and by then, the both of you were all dried up

before he left, you gave him a map so that he hopefully wouldn’t get lost again and gave him a couple boxes of treats for him to have and to share with his coworkers

you closed early so you had to give away at least some of the remaining treats somehow

he wanted you to go to agency with him so he didn’t have to carry everything but you declined saying that you didn’t want to bc you wanted to rest

and for payback for calling you a little kid

you were 19 goddamnit

you already placed everything neatly into two bags so it was easy to carry but this bitch still had the audacity to pout and whine at you

and he calls you the little kid, jeez

you never told him but, you almost gave in

you never told him. but he probably already knows

ranpo san knows all after all; even you knew that by now

the two of you had also exchanged phone numbers and when the two of you showed each other what you each put for a contact name along with the note below, the two of you broke out into grins

you named him “the greatest detective <33″ & put the note “new nii-san <33 & bully </3″ and he named you “cute bakery girl” with the note “best follower, sweets supply & annoying little kid”

when he left, you properly closed the bakery and taped a sign to the door saying that you closed early for personal reasons

when everything was cleaned up, you marched up into your bedroom, plopped on your bed, and took a nap

you deserved it

at the agency not too long after that, ranpo had arrived and when he opened the door, everyone rushed towards him in concern asking if he was okay

he waved them off and walked towards his desk and plopped down in his seat

he placed the two bags in front of him and took out a box of cream puffs and started to snack on them

his coworkers watched him blankly as his scarfed down one after another

after finishing that box, he rummaged through the bags to look through the different kinds of pastries you’ve given him 

noticing that there were people still staring at him he paused before sighing in exasperation

he began to whine at his coworkers saying that no one told him it was gonna rain and that they were lucky that he happened to be in front of Sakura’s

“why did no one tell me?! it was pouring and i was soaked! you guys are lucky that (n/n)-chan’s bakery was right there! you would’ve probably lost me! how would the agency even function without me here?!”

no one wanted to be the one to tell him that they had no idea who he was talking about and that they did in fact tell him that it was gonna pour

they can save that, and their questions for another time

next >>

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[furikakyo]

a return to roots | 6

pairing: kita shinsuke x f!reader

summary: y/n is a rising star in the music industry, having almost everything you could have ever hoped for as a small-town country girl. now after releasing two triple platinum albums in consecutive years, you face the dreaded artist’s burnout… in order to recover, your manager suggests, you should return to your hometown in hyōgo for a long-deserved break.

genre: socmed/smau, slice of life

warnings/tags: timeskip!, mutual pining, slow burn? more like rekindling, slight canon divergence

masterpost

To say that your day wasn’t going as planned was an understatement. Although you’d known that you would have to see Kita that day, your mind had assured you that there were a couple hours until then. So to see him before that expected time…

You blinked, mouth opening and closing like the fish you’ve seen in koi ponds. “Oh. I didn’t expect you to be here…” You paused, and then pursed your lips definitively. If your mouth was shut then you couldn’t say anything else.

Kita gave you a lopsided smile. “I work here, remember?” His amber eyes twinkled as the sunlight caught them.

Your eyes trailed along the scene you’d been looking at previously. He didn’t just work here… he owned all of this. Stupid Kita, always selling himself short. Didn’t he know he was virtually perfect? Ah, right. You flushed, wondering if it was the embarrassment or the heat finally getting to you. Grabbing at anything to say, you blurted, “I was just admiring the view. Samu and I got here earlier than expected.” You wrung your hands nervously, then stopped. You didn’t want to seem nervous. “Um…” you said slowly, taking a step back, “it’s alright if you can’t accompany us right now. You’re probably busy.” You gnawed on your bottom lip. “Working the farm and stuff.”

“‘Us’?” Kita echoed, looking past you.

You chuckled nervously and scratched the back of your neck. It burnt with uneasiness, even more so when you remembered what you were wearing: an old oversized tshirt, shorts, and slides. You weren’t going to wear anything less comfortable on a road trip, you mind argued. “Yeah,” you mumbled, looking down, “Samu was with me but he got distracted. I was just looking around by myself.” After realizing that it could’ve sounded like you were trying to guilt trip Kita, you backtracked, waving your arms. “Not that that’s a bad thing!”

Your heart gave a gut-wrenching squeeze when he laughed softly at you. “It’s alright. If you’d like, I can show you around?”

You looked up from your hands, which had been busy wringing themselves into the hem of your shirt. “Ah! No,” you said quickly, “I’m totally fine on my own! I wouldn’t want to take you away from your work, either.”

You fiddled with a loose string on your t-shirt as Kita peered over at you, contemplative. “It’s ok,” he said after a pause, “I have time. And I want to make my way around anyways, so your timing couldn’t have been better.”

You stared at his back, speechless, as he began walking in the direction you’d been headed. Quickly, you picked your jaw up from the ground and clambered through the grass after Kita, who had slowed his pace so that you could catch up. Maybe if you hadn’t been so flustered you would’ve remembered that he had come from the direction you were now walking in.

If Osamu’s knowing stare when he’d eventually ran into you and Kita hadn’t been enough to make you internally crumple in on yourself, his suggestion for all of you to get dinner together was.

Not to say that his presence wasn’t welcome, though. When Kita hadn’t been speaking about something notable on the farm, it was silent for the most part, with you only dumbly repeating how nice it was. You hadn’t talked about anything more personal, like where you were in life now. It didn’t feel right just pretending nothing had happened; neither had starting off from where the two of you had left off. And it’s not like you could just say, “Hey, remember how a few years ago we almost dated but then didn’t which ended up kind of ruining our friendship? Let’s try to work through that now!” Kita was over it by now, unlike you, who’d just shoved everything into the back of your mind and hoped it wouldn’t ever be relevant again. This is what you get for neglecting it, you berated yourself, and yet when it came down to it, you weren’t sure whether it was the resigned silence between the two of you or the way that you felt the urge to act so impulsively— to hug him, kiss him, apologize to him—  which was more frightening.

And that was how Osamu had found you, lost in your thoughts while walking with Kita and then somehow finding yourself sandwiched between the two in Kita’s pickup truck. I don’t have enough gas to drive us, Osamu had said while hiding a wicked grin, knowing damn well that you wouldn’t argue with him about it in front of Inarizaki’s former captain; that you wouldn’t beg Osamu to prevent you from getting into a car with Kita, not with him there to witness it.

You tried to avoid squirming in the middle seat of the front row, conscious of every minute brush against Kita’s sleeve or shoulder. Osamu snickered quietly, and you jerked your head to the side to glare at him heatedly. This is all your fault, your eyes seethed, or at least you hoped you could convey as much feeling into them as you wanted. You stiffened when Kita’s arm brushed against yours momentarily as he made a turn, and you lurched towards him. Osamu finally had the decency to help you out, grabbing your shoulder to prevent the collision.

You shot him another dirty glare and then stared out through the windshield just as you all pulled into the otherwise abandoned parking lot of the local bar. If you hadn’t come from Kita’s but instead your own childhood house, you would’ve walked like most other people did.

Immediately you dropped the gloomy atmosphere, eyes now shining. “Izumi and Kenji’s!” You hopped out of the truck from Osamu’s side and jumped up and down excitedly. “I haven’t been here in years!” you exclaimed, rushing forward. Your two companions trailed behind you, amused.

The bells on the door jingled as you opened it, at once having cold air rush at you. You sighed in contentment, the sweat on your brow already cooling off.

“Hello?” A matronly figure stepped out from behind the bar counter, a rag in hand. Just as her eyes landed on you, they brightened. “Y/N!” The woman tossed the rag onto a table and rushed over to greet you, holding your hands in her own excitedly. “When did you get back? How long have you been here? Are you staying at your parents’ house?”

You laughed and squeezed her hands before dropping them. “Hello, Izumi. I got back here a little bit ago and unpacked most of my stuff at the house. Any other questions?”

Izumi fired a barrage of inquiries while leading you to the bar counter, insisting that you sit on a stool. Osamu sat down beside you and Kita next to him. “—so glad you’re back. And Osamu, you too! You’ve gotten more handsome! I bet the girls and boys are flocking to you in Tokyo. How is the shop doing? And you too, Shin-chan! You don’t visit quite enough for someone that lives so close by!”

The three of you sat amiably and answered all of Izumi’s questions, small talk being made between you as she bustled in and out of the kitchen. “Yumie-chan told us you would be coming today, but we weren’t sure when! I think most people are going to be here, though, so just sit tight!” She brought out light beers and edamame to munch on in the mean time, and then a tray of salted nuts later.

Slowly, the eatery filled with more of the local residents of your hometown, all gathering around you. Izumi had insisted on moving your food and drinks to a long row of tables, which she had pushed together to make room for everyone. There had been a big influx of the field workers from earlier, who all greeted your group before settling down on the other end of the seating arrangement. More and more dishes were being put out, most of them now plates of food to share among the table. The mood was festive and there was never a quiet moment, always a conversation going on or some laughter. At one point even her husband Kenji had come out from the kitchen and managed a gruff ‘welcome’, garnering cheers from everyone. Your plate was never empty, aunties placing pieces of karaage, sides of spring cabbage, and more onto it. Your cheeks were tinted pink and your face glowed; you’d had a few beers, enough to make you feel all warm inside.

At last, after having eaten until you felt like your stomach was going to explode, Izumi brought out the final sides to accompany any of the remaining alcohol and then finally took a seat along with the women, who were asking questions about your new lifestyle.

“So why’d ya really come back?” One of the ladies asked curiously, the others leaning in forward to hear your response.

For a moment your grin faltered before you laughed again, taking a handful of salted nuts and then eating them one by one. “Oh, you know, just some burn out. I’ve been working nonstop the past two years. I thought I deserved a break.” You crunched down on some nuts, your jaw tense. The corners of your mouth felt tired from having to drag up all the time; the pleasant buzz from earlier was quickly dissipating the more they asked about this.

Another one of the women, an older one, said slyly, “Are you sure you didn’t return for any other reason?” Her eyes slid overtly towards where the men were sitting, near Kita. He had been nursing his drink, the same one he’d had all night. Kita had never been much of a drinker and he wasn’t going to drive while being drunk; he was too much of a stickler for the rules.

“I’m sure,” you said politely, gritting your teeth. You’d forgotten how nosy these old women could be. They all tittered to themselves, as if they knew something you didn’t, and then began talking of something else, leaving you to yourself. Your eyes caught Osamu’s, who raised his eyebrows questioningly before getting the message. He stretched his arms widely and then faked a yawn, not bothering to cover his mouth.

“Samu, you should head to bed, son,” Kenji said bluntly. “Yer tired.”

The twin nodded and looked to you and Kita. At that moment you didn’t have to fake a yawn, because you actually were exhausted. “We should go,” Kita agreed, “before I get too tired to drive us back.”

The three of you stood, causing a chorus of disappointed aws to ring out. “Ah,” you said, gripping the back of your chair to steady you. “I have something to say before I go.” Everyone at the giant table stared expectantly at you, and you remembered what it was like to have stage fright all over, as if you were just starting out again. Your throat tightened as you swallowed. “Um,” you said quietly, bowing formally and not making eye contact with a single person, “I would just like to thank all of you for taking such good care of my parents’ home. It’s because of you that I can move back in so easily. So thank you.”

After not hearing any sort of response, you peeked upwards. “Aw,” Izumi sniffled, wiping away a stray tear, “it’s because of you that we managed to stay open, ya know that, Y/N? You had no business giving us that much money for the restaurant, so it was the least we could do.” She jerked her head at everyone else. “And it’s not like we did it by ourselves; Kenji and I had help.” Izumi’s black eyes glittered. “Lots of help.”

You scuffed a foot, looking down again. Your cheeks and ears burned. But then you thought of the tatami mats at the house and the freshly dusted furniture, taken care of every week for years, and you shook your head. “Well, I didn’t need all that money.”

Osamu put a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Let’s go, Y/N,” he said quietly, and you nodded, following him and Kita out of the door as the others called out their goodbyes to you.

Everything that had happened that day hit you on the ride home, still sandwiched between the two men. At some point, tears had begun falling, with you trying miserably to cover them up. You weren’t sure if you were crying because you were disappointed by your reunion with Kita, or maybe if it was because tonight’s dinner had been one of the most fulfilling, the most happy you’d been in years. Your lips wobbled and you sniffled too this time, wiping at your nose with your arm. It had felt nice coming home to a table full of faces you recognized and the comfort of Izumi’s food, having people inquire about you solely because they cared.

“You could’ve given me some of that money too, y’know,” Osamu quipped, breaking the awkward silence. “And don’t wipe your snot with your bare arm, that’s disgusting. Health code violation.” Kita only chuckled as you elbowed the twin and argued with him, listening to the banter with a pensive look on his face.  

a/n: hhHhH sorry this took longer, i had a really bad stomachache a few days ago which made me shit like 6 times in a day and then throw up 😩 and then after that i got addicted to genshin so

taglist (pm me to ask to be added): @papiibuprofen​, @duhsies, @succulentmom, @kenmaslov3r​​​, @introvertatitsfinest, @errorishere

some ~fun facts~

- kita WAS making his rounds on the farm, but was coming from the opposite side of you. meaning that after he ran into you, he retraced his path because he wanted to walk with you

- izumi is in her 60s. her specialty is cooking fried chicken (karaage) but she wants to learn how to pickle stuff

- kenji is izumi’s husband. he mostly works in the kitchen since he prefers to let his wife handle customers, even if 99% of them are locals

- izumi and kenji have been running their restaurant/bar since they were in their mid 20s 🥺 STOP THEYRE SO CUTE WHY AM I GETTING SO SENTIMENTAL OVER OCS

- y/n actually did give osamu money. so did atsumu. the two of them were actually the first investors for onigiri miya, right after the twins graduated high school, but osamu doesn’t know it because you had all of the legal stuff handled through a third party anonymously. you will ensure that osamu never finds out because he is prideful as heck lol

- y/n has some toxic traits (as do most people)

- there’s no love triangle with osamu or anything. strictly kita x reader 😤 

#kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke x you #kita x reader #miya atsumu #miya osamu #kenma kozume #kuroo tetsuro #suna rintaro #ojiro aran #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #farmer kita #inarizaki #haikyuu smau #smau #socmed

[ignitedbynatsu]

Flour Bomb

A/N: Do I post at the most ungodly hours for my readers in the US? Probably. Do I screw myself by doing so? Yeah, I guess... BUt don’t care 🤷I have this weird obsession when I’m done writing something that I have to get it out as soon as possible 👀 That being said, here is the Natsu x children shenanigans @pro-crastinator14 requested! Hope you like it ❤️

Warnings: swearing

Genre: crack, fluff

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"Please don't leave us with those three" Gray pleaded as you bid your goodbye to the guild.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go," you told the ice mage as you gave Mira-Jane a hug.

"Then take them with you" he huffed. He was absolutely not looking forward to spending the day with those three troublemakers, especially with you gone.

"I can't, it's some private stuff with the family about our father's will" you explained before giving him a reassuring smile "You'll be fine, I'll be back by tonight.

"Nalu! Kenji! Promise me you'll behave and don't make it too hard on your dad" you crouched down to their level, so you could look them in the eyes and show then you were serious.

"We promise mommy!" Your eldest promised as she placed her hand over her heart, her younger brother soon mimicking her.

"Natsu, the same goes for you" you eyed your husband as you stood straight again. He was in an intense staring contest with Gray but turned to you as soon as he heard his name fall from your lips.

"When do I ever not behave?" He smiled sheepishly. Happy piped up "how about never?"

Natsu shot him a glare before giving you a loving smile "We'll be fine. Now go, you don't want to be late, do you?"

You pressed your lips against his, lingering a little longer than you'd normally do, only breaking apart when you felt your children hug your legs. "Bye, mommy!"

And with that you were gone, leaving the soon-to-be chaos-filled guild behind you for the day.

"Alright so, you'll go to uncle Gray and tell him something's in your water bottle and when he bends down, you squeeze the bottle, spraying him with water" this is how nearly the whole day had passed. Natsu and his children prank everyone in the guild. From putting fake spiders around the bar to scare Mira-Jane to colouring Levy's glasses, resulting in her having dark circles around her eyes. No one was safe.

"Natsu, that's enough!" A covered in strawberry cake Erza growled as she towered over the fire dragon slayer. They had hidden a small balloon in her cake so when she went to grab a bite with her fork, the small dessert went flying everywhere.

Everyone in the guild had a matching expression, showing how fed up everyone was with the pranks. "Fine, fine we'll stop, right kids?"

"Yep! Here you go daddy" Kenji handed him a mug with what Natsu presumed was beer, so he took a swing. It didn't take long before he spits the beverage out, tasting soap instead of the bitterness of the golden liquid.

The two children ran away laughing "Oh no, what have I started"

Everyone was on high alert for the two little monsters that were your children "this is your fault" Gajeel growled as everyone was looking for them.

"We were just having a little fun, how was I supposed to know they wouldn't know when to stop?" Natsu tried to defend himself.

"They're your kids, are you really that surprised they don't have an off button?" Lisanna deadpanned.

Natsu grumbled, knowing she was right and that he shouldn't have let it go this far "has anyone found them?"

Everyone gathered in the middle with no success, unbeknownst to them, walking right into the two children's biggest prank yet "flour bomb!"

How the two managed to get that much flower up there without anyone noticing was an absolute mystery, but as the words fell from the two young mages mouths, an avalanche of white powder flew down, covering the whole guild and their mages in the process.

"Nalu! Kenji!" Natsu yelled at his children, but the two had already run from the scene, the only thing that could be heard was their laughter.

"Shit! We have to clean this up before (Y/N) comes back" the fire mage cursed as realization dawned upon him.

"We?" Gray laughed "Oh, good luck buddy"

Gray patted his shoulder as he and the others piled out of the guild "Wait! Where are you going?"

"To get cleaned up and go to another bar!" Cana called over her shoulder "have fun with your monsters"

A couple more profanities left Natsu's lips as he peered to the guild, hoping to catch even a glimpse of his children.

"There are footsteps here" Happy announced who had flown up to where they had last seen the two.

"Happy you're a genius!" Once Natsu had climbed up the two followed the trail that led them to a small crawl space underneath the roof.

The dragon slayer poked his head in and there indeed where the two troublemakers "Nalu. Kenji. That's enough. Get your asses down"

The two shared a glance, they had never seen their father this serious before. They obeyed his order and quietly made it back downstairs.

"We're sorry, daddy, we didn't mean to make everyone mad" both their head hung low in shame as they prepared themselves to get yelled at.

Natsu sighed, knowing that he was partly to blame in all of this "it's not all your fault, I should've put my foot down sooner."

"So you're not upset with us?" Nalu lifted her head as she looked at her father with glossy eyes.

"I wouldn't say that, but I think cleaning this mess is punishment enough, so I won't yell at you" Natsu patted his daughter's head.

So the four got to work, trying their best to get rid of all the flour, but it was literally everywhere. Halfway through, the two children had fallen asleep, leaving Natsu and Happy to get rid of the rest.

"What happened here" you gasped as you took notice of the mess in front of you. Both your children were covered in flour and knocked out on a table, while Natsu and Happy, who were also covered in flour, were sweeping the floor.

"(Y/N)! You're back early!" Natsu's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets when he heard your voice. Your eyes narrowed at him as you awaited an explanation.

He sighed as he placed the broom against a table and glanced at Nalu and Kenji "A prank that got a little out of hand, but" he rushed to say as you pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance "before you yell at us, we all knew we were in the wrong and learned from our mistakes. We even decided to clean up as punishment for our behaviour"

Your eyes cast upon your children, still not saying a word so Natsu decided to continue with his apology "we're really sorry, I'm really sorry. I know you put trust in us, and we broke it"

"I'm never leaving you three alone again" you sighed "but it's fine, you saw that you were in the wrong and took responsibility. Let's finish cleaning up and get them home, shall we?"

By the time you were done, the moon was high in the night sky. "You sure you're not mad at me?"

Natsu's voice was hushed as he carried a sleeping Nalu in his arms while you carried Kenji. "No, you'll always be a troublemaker, but you're my troublemaker and I wouldn't have it any other way"

#fairy tail #fairy tail imagine #gray fullbuster #fairy tail imagines #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #fairy tail x reader #laxus dreyar #lucy heartifilla #natsu dragon slayer #natsu dragneel imagine #fairy tail natsu #natsu #natsu x reader #natsu dragneel x reader #natsu dragneel imagines #fairy tail lucy #fairy tail gray #fairy tail jellal #fairy tail x fluff #ft natsu #ft #ft x reader

[notdonesimpin]

unconditional ~h.i.~

hajime iwaizumi x fem!reader

warnings: i mean this is just fluff. i guess it has funny moments but just a family doing family tings

synopsis: we never know the love of a parent until we become a parent ourselves

a/n: so in this, you and iwa have three kids.  Kosuke(15), Hayami(10), and Toshiro(5) for a little background. um you guys were like 20 when Kosuke was born (isn’t necesary info but there you go) so needless to say he was a happy accident. hope you enjoy :)

We never know the love of a parent until we become a parent ourselves.

“Kosuke! Hayami! Toshiro! Dinner!” you yell up the stairs and make your way back to the kitchen. 

Your phone buzzed with a text from Iwaizumi. It read: Meant to text you earlier. Plane had a delay, so I’ll be back in two hours or so.

You sigh, typing back a quick reply as Toshiro says, “My favorite!”

You look up with a laugh before furrowing your brows. “What’s Kosuke doing?”

“I heard him singing. I guess he’s writing again. When’s dad getting home?” Hayami sits at the table and starts making her plate.

“There’s a delay, so it’ll be another two hours. Are you guys planning on wearing him down as soon as he gets here?” you tease.

“He promised he’d start showing me how to play volleyball when he got back!” Toshiro exclaims, tossing his arms in the air as you sit a plate down in front of him.

“He promised me we’d get a puppy! I don’t want him to forget!” Hayami adds.

“Well, the shelters are going to be closed when he gets back.” You shook your head in amusement, walking back towards the stairs. “Kosuke?!” you yell as you make your way upstairs. 

The closer you get to the end of the steps, the louder the sound of Kosuke’s singing becomes. 

You knock on the door and slowly open it to see him lying on the bed with his headphones in and eyes closed. 

“But a boy can dream his heart away that he’ll find a boy who swings his way… Sometimes I wish that I was straight. I wouldn’t have have to play these stupid games. Like analyzing the way he talks,” he softly sang, humming a few of the lines that he hadn’t quite figured out yet.

You lightly tap on his shoulder and his eyes shoot open as he pulls out his headphones. “Mom!” he exclaims.

“Writing a new song?” you ask, tapping the journal beside him as you sit on the edge of his bed.

“Yes, but it’s not what you think! I’m not into guys or anything,” he rambles, trying to think of some plausible excuse, “I just wanted to write a song from that perspective. It’s for the showcase at school.”

You softly smile, accepting the obvious lie as you get up and ruffle his hair. “Well, it sounds really good so far. I just wanted to tell you that dinner is ready,” you pause at the door, “Not to put any pressure on you because it is your moment, but if you are- I’m all ears. I’m sure your dad is, too.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

~

“Hey, Dad?” Kosuke speaks up as he walks in the living area and sits across from Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi looks up from Toshiro on his chest. “What’s up, Kosuke?”

“I want to talk to you about something…” Kosuke looks down, fiddling with his fingers.

Iwa notices the nervous habit and leans forward, taking Toshiro off of him. “Tosh, how about you go play with Mom for a little bit?” he suggests.

“Okay!” Toshiro rushes off.

“Is everything okay?” Iwaizumi asks.

“How’d you ask Mom out?”

“We had our final practice as third years and she went to eat with Oikawa and me afterwards. I walked her home to make sure she got back safely and told her that I wanted to keep hanging out with her after we graduated. Whether that be as friends or more than friends.”

“Dad, that’s so lame!” Kosuke groans.

Iwaizumi chuckles in amusement, “Well, it only worked because I already knew she liked me. She’s very bad at hiding her feelings. Is there someone you have a crush on?”

“Yeah, um,” Kosuke clears his throat, “There’s this guy in the music club with me. I thought we’d never talk outside of the club, but we started hanging out outside of school. I don’t know if he’s doing that because he likes me or because he just considers me a real friend.”

Iwaizumi nods, “Are you guys hanging out with a group or is it just the two of you most of the time?”

“It’s usually just the two of us. He started walking home with Hayami and me on the days where one of us couldn’t hang out.”

“From what you’re telling me, I think he likes you. If you’re worried about how to ask him, just do what feels right. It doesn’t have to be extravagant; it just has to truly convey how you feel. That’s why I told her the way that I did. We’d been friends for years, so I just talked to her like I always do.”

Kosuke’s eyes widen as he realizes that Iwaizumi didn’t even question that it was a guy. “Dad, I just told you that I like guys and you have no reaction…”

Iwaizumi softly smiles and ruffles the boy’s hair. “Who you like doesn’t matter as long as you’re happy. Girl, guy, non-binary. As long as they make you smile, I have no problems.”

Kosuke starts crying and attacks Iwaizumi in a hug, catching him by surprise and making him almost fall back on the ground as he wraps his arms around Kosuke.

“You haven’t hugged me like this since you were Hayami’s age,” Iwaizumi jokes, earning a small laugh from Kosuke.

“I’m just really happy that you accept me. I’d heard about so many people getting rejected by their parents. I didn’t want you to hate me.” 

The tears start falling harder down his son’s face as Kosuke moves back from Iwa to wipe his tears. Iwaizumi could feel his heart breaking from imagining how terrified Kosuke must have been.

“I could never hate you, Kosuke. I can’t even imagine a scenario where I would. You’ll always be my kid. What have I always told you?”

Kosuke sniffles, looking up to see the calm look of his father as he says, “Don’t be like Uncle Oikawa?”

Iwaizumi laughs, “Well, yes. But, on a serious note, you mom and I will always be here for you. Even when you think you don’t deserve it. Hell, even if you don’t want us to. You’re our first born. Though, we don’t treat you like a baby anymore because of your siblings, you’ll always be that baby boy I held in my arms who I swore to protect with my life if need be.”

“Kosuke! Can you run the store-” your words trail off as you see Kosuke’s tear stained cheeks.

“Ko? Are you sad?” Toshiro immediately asks, tears welling up in his own eyes from seeing his brother like that.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

Kosuke quickly gets up, wiping his eyes as he walks over to the both of you and wraps you in a tight hug.

Your eyes widen, wrapping your free arm around him. “What did I do to deserve this?” you say.

“When you heard me in my room the other day, you didn’t question or anything. You didn’t even tell Dad. Thank you for waiting.”

“Of course, Ko. It’s your secret. You should tell it when you’re ready.”

“I wanna know! I can keep a secret!” Toshiro wraps his arms around Kosuke, successfully getting out of your arms.

Hayami walks down the stairs, “Are we talking about Kosuke being gay?”

“I’m not gay, you little runt!” Kosuke retorts.

“Tell that to Kenji!” Hayami sticks out her tongue as you and Iwaizumi laugh at the pair.

#hajime iwaizumi #hajime iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyu!! #hq #hajime iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #iwaizumi hajime #hq masterfind

[avis-writeshq]

Akaashi Keiji x Reader (Royal AU): You can’t marry a man you just met… unless it’s for the sake of your kingdom

Requested: No

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Fem!Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: “Your father and brother are dead." "Drat!" said the Prince Princess, "That means I shall have to get married.”

Nah, I’m kidding, that’s a rewritten quote from ‘The Princess Bride’. You were simply a princess engaged to a man you have never met. Little did you know, the prince was by far more charming than you had expected him to be.

Warnings: Fluff, and trash writing

Other: Am I selfish for being self-indulgent and writing for my own joy and satisfaction? I hope this doesn’t come off as a disappointment… also I may or may not have been watching clips of the Princess Bride as I wrote this </3

Word count: 2,700                                                                                          

 Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:

(Y/N): Your Name

(H/C): Hair Colour / Color

(E/C): Eye Colour / Color

(N/N): Nickname

 ***

 “Chin up, (Y/N)! A princess never slouches,” Your mother snapped for the nth time as you sat sulkily in the royal carriage.

 “Even if I wanted to, the corset you forced on me makes it impossible to breathe, let alone slouch.” You grumbled, your arms beginning to ache as you held the book you were reading in front of your face.

 Your mother let out a sigh in frustration. “You ought to be on your best behaviour when we enter the Kingdom of Airiral. You should know that they were looking forward to your arrival.”

 “Well they should know that I’m not looking forward to meet them,” you said, not sparing her a glance.

 “(Y/N)!” Your mother scowled at your answer. “Put that book down right this instant young lady. What would your father think…”

 “If father was alive, I wouldn’t be in this situation,” Your heart ached at your own words and you delved deeper into your own imagination.

 A few hours later (you could have sworn it had only been a few minutes), the coachman had knocked on your side of the carriage. “Your majesties, we have arrived in the Kingdom or Airiral.”

 Gratefully taking the coachman’s hand, you climbed off the carriage. “Thank you.”

 You made your way towards the horses and gave them each a small pat on the head. As you did, you looked up to see the huge palace that stood before you. Even though you lived in a castle yourself, it was still a sight to see palaces of different kingdoms. Each palace and castle was made differently with different layouts and towers – this one was by far the most impressive.

 “The Kingdom of Airiral is famous for its grand architecture,” the coachman said from beside you. “I’ve been here a few times myself and I don’t think I can get enough of it.”

 “It’s straight out of a fantasy book,” you breathed, entranced by the limestone bricks that towered over you, and the dark coloured roof stood out against the brilliant blue sky. “You wouldn’t happen to know if it has a library, do you?”

 “Apparently, the royal library is the most brilliant in all the land,” he said, “but those are just rumours. I haven’t been inside myself!”

 You nodded, thanking him for the information, before catching up with your mother who was already well away from you. “You couldn’t have waited for a little moment?”

 “It is a royal’s priority to always be on time.”

 “Or in your case, always fashionably late,” you grumbled. “Anyway, who am I betrothed to again?”

 “His name is Akaashi Keiji. He’s a bright young man, I assure you.”

 You scoffed, “He can’t be worse than Suguru Daishou that slimy snake…”

 “(Y/N)! How many times have I told you to not talk about people like that?” Your mother let out yet another frustrated groan at your words and you cheekily stuck your tongue out.

 “It’s not my fault he is what he is. Besides, you didn’t care much for him either.”

 “We were wondering when you would be arriving!”

 You both looked up to see a kind man and woman standing at the palace gates, bright smiles on their faces.

 “Kenji, Miyoko, it’s great to see you again!” Your mother beamed. “How are you?”

 “We’re getting there,” Miyoko said, her brilliant blue eyes glistening in the sunlight. “This must be (Y/N)!”

 Her husband nodded from beside her, “Well, you are certainly a beautiful young lady. Please, come in! We’ll have the servants take your bags.”

 “Bags…?” You frowned, turning to your mother who had looked away guiltily. “Mother, I wasn’t aware that I will be staying here.”

 “It’s a tradition here,” Kenji cut in, “it gives the young bride and groom to get to know each other before the wedding.”

 You nodded, muttering quietly to yourself, “If there even is a wedding.”

 “Speaking of groom,” your mother began slowly, and Miyoko and Kenji’s eyes both lit up in realisation.

 “He should be here soon. He was training in the morning so I assume he’ll be getting ready.”

 As if it was staged, a tall man walked into the courtyard, brilliant blue eyes almost identical to his mother’s.

 “Mother, father, I apologise for my tardiness,” He did a bow in respect, and your brows rose at his politeness.

 “Oh, don’t worry about it, Keiji. As long as you’re here now, yes?” His father chuckled, clapping him on the back as he rose. “Now, this is (L/N) (Y/N) from the Aedurene Kingdom in the East.”

 You rolled your eyes, offering a half-assed curtsey much to your mother’s annoyance. You don’t miss the way the corners of Keiji’s lips rise in amusement. Ah, so he does have a sense of humour. In return, he sent a half-assed bow in your direction and you chuckled lightly.

 “Now that the formalities have been made… Aneko?”

 As soon as Miyoko said her name, a maid rushed into the courtyard, a bright smile on her face as she curtseyed to the queen and then to you. “Come, Princess, I shall escort you to your room.”

 “Oh, uh, right. Of course, thank you.” A gentle smile rested on your face because, well, etiquette is important right?

 “How was the ride here, your majesty?” Aneko asked carefully.

 You shook your head, “Please, drop the formalities. Just call me (Y/N), I really don’t mind. And the ride here was… uneventful. How is it working for the royal family?”

 “Average,” she shrugged, “I’ve been working here for years now to provide for my family.”

 “Do they pay well?”

 “Well enough.” After a few more turns, she stopped at an arced birch door. “This is your room! You should find that all of your bags are already inside and have been unpacked. Let me know if there are any changes you would like to be made, your majesty.”

 “(Y/N),” you corrected before nodding, “Thank you very much, Aneko.”

 You carefully closed the door behind you, and you let out a tired sigh. Well, you’re in a foreign kingdom engaged to a random prince that you know nothing about. You sat on the chair by the vanity set, loosening your corset so that it wasn’t crushing your body. Can the day get any worse?

 “Princess (Y/N)? Are you in there?”

 A groan left your lips. Apparently, it can.

 “No, this is the cat,” you responded sarcastically, opening your book to the bookmarked page.

 “Last I checked, I was engaged to a woman,” Akaashi responded, and you could hear the amusement in his voice. “May I enter?”

 “Sure,” You said offhandedly, not paying much attention to the man. “To what do I owe the honour, my prince?”

 “Please, call me Keiji. And I merely wanted to check that you have settled in well,” his gunmetal blue eyes looked over your figure. “I see you enjoy reading?”

 You looked up at him for a split second before turning your attention back to the book. “Is it that surprising that you have to question it?”

 “Most princesses that I have met would prefer to frolic around or stare at their reflection all day,” he admitted.

 “Well in that case, I am not like other princesses.”

 He was silent for a moment before asking, “What book are you reading?”

 “The Princess Bride,” you said, “one of my father’s favourite books. He used to read it to us when we were children.”

 “Oh?” He nodded, taking note to find the book later. “Perhaps you would like to visit our library.”

 At his words, you looked up at him, scanning his face for any cheek or sarcasm. You found that there was none.

 “Is it as grand as everyone believes it is?” You asked, putting your bookmark in and closing the book in your hands.

 “I didn’t take you one to believe rumours, Princess,” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes. Of course, it was too good to be true.

 “Just call me (Y/N), Keiji,” You drawled, returning the smirk (you were quite sure you didn’t look half as good as he did, but it was worth a shot).

 He chuckled in amusement, and you let out a small laugh of your own. Rising from your chair, you sent him a smile. “Well? Are you still going to take me to the library?”

 ***

 You moved the soup in your bowl around with your spoon, watching as the white cream mixed with the orange of the pumpkin. To say you were uncomfortable was an understatement. Your mother was laughing and talking with the king and queen, leaving you to question just how much longer dinner will last.

 “Please, my daughter is probably the most troublesome princess out there,” Your mother chuckled as she took a small sip of her wine.

 The only thing you could do was shoot her an offended glare and pray that she wouldn’t say anything else. Unfortunately, the supreme deities would not listen to you.

 “She’s stubborn and ungraceful in all aspects of her life. She’s hard-headed, scoffs at tradition-”

 “If you keep talking, mother, perhaps they’ll call the engagement off,” you shot her a sly smile. “Please, do keep going.”

 Akaashi let out a small cough from beside you, and you weren’t sure if he choked on his water or if he was masking a laugh. His parents seemed to enjoy your little comment and let out little giggles of their own while your mother rolled her eye in amusement and frustration.

 “She’s witty,” Kenji chuckled, “at least she’s not boring, isn’t that right, love?”

 “Absolutely right, dear.”

 You inwardly groaned – your little comment had just sealed your fate.

 ***

You carefully flicked the pages of your book as you sat at your vanity. You had just escaped from that monstrosity of a royal dinner and you were tired enough. Sitting in your mellow pink night gown, you read in the gentle confines of your temporary room. Until a small knock at the door brought you out of your reverie.

 “Come in,” You said, just loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear.

 “My Princess, I apologise for disturbing you,” Aneko bowed in her haste and you let out a small laugh.

 “No worries, Aneko, and didn’t I tell you to just call me (Y/N)?” You raised an eyebrow and she flushed pink.

 “Apologies, your high- (Y/N),” she offered a small smile. “I was sent to inform you that your mother would be leaving for home tomorrow at dawn.”

 Frowning at her words, you carefully closed your book. “She will not be staying?”

 “She has to be present in your kingdom, (Y/N).”

 “I see. Thank you, Aneko, for letting me know. You may leave.”

 “Thank you,” and with that, she left the room.

 A soft sigh left your lips as you thought everything over. Firstly, you were living in a foreign kingdom. Secondly, you were engaged to a man you know nothing about and from everything your mother spouted at dinner, you doubted he would ever want you to get to know him. Another point was the fact that your mother was leaving you to your own devices in the morning. That would be great if it was in your own kingdom, but while you were here, you didn’t know what there was to do or who everyone is.

 You stifled a groan, slumping backwards in your chair. Why weren’t you born as a normal girl?

 ***

  You were escorted to breakfast the next morning, wearing a pale pink day dress with a boned bodice. At least it was better than your murderous corset.

 “Ah, well if it isn’t the bride to be,” Queen Miyoko greeted you as you entered the breakfast hall.

 “Please, may I ask you to call me (Y/N)?” You responded as you took your seat.

 She nodded, “Of course, of course. In that case, I wish for you to call me ‘mother’.”

 You choked at her words, a brilliant red creeping up your cheeks. “I- I’m sorry?”

 “Mother, please, you’re embarrassing me before I have even said a word.”

 At the entrance of the breakfast hall was Keiji, amusement on his face as he saw your flushed one.

 “Oh, don’t be like that Keiji!” His mother let out a childish giggle. “Anyway, are there any plans for today?”

 “It’s your choice,” the prince said, turning to you. “Is there anything you would like to do?”

 “May I… visit the village?” You asked slowly, thinking over your words. “I might as well get to know the kingdom?”

 Miyoko clapped her hands at your words. “Oh, what a wonderful idea, (Y/N)! Please, Keiji, take her there, will you?”

 “Of course, mother.”

 “Alright, alright, that’s what I’m talking about!” A booming voice exclaimed upon its entry into the hall.

 All heads turned to see King Kenji who had the brightest smile on his face.

 “Father…” Keiji pinched the bridge of his nose.

 “Keiji, my boy! Eat quickly, now, the village waits! Isn’t that right, (Y/N)?” He grinned at the both of you, raising a toast with some apple juice in a wine glass.

 Leaning slightly towards you, Keiji whispered from the corner of his mouth, “I apologise, my father is quite… lively in the morning.”

 “It’s alright, it’s better than the silence back home,” you said. “Uh, let’s eat, I suppose?”

 ***

 After the eventful breakfast that left you in uncontrollable fits of laughter, you and Keiji made your way into the village.

 “Tell me, my prince, have you been in the village before?”

 “Of course I have, princess, it is my kingdom after all.” He nodded in respect at a salesman who bowed down.

 You merely shrugged, “But have you gotten to know them at all?”

 He was silent and you chuckled knowingly. As you did, you felt a small tug at your skirt. You looked down, only to see a little girl with braids on either side of her head.

 “Hello there,” you greeted, crouching down to meet her eyes. “What’s your name?”

 “Sakura,” she said quietly. “Are you a princess?”

 “That’s a pretty name. And yes, I am a princess.” You leaned in to whisper cheekily into her ear. “It’s not like the fairy tales.”

 She giggled at your words. “You’re really pretty.”

 You swore your heart was stabbed by her cuteness. “I think you’re beautiful.”

 “Really? But I don’t wear a tiara or wear a pretty dress…” she pouted and you laughed as you pat her head.

 “My dear, the only thing that’s important is to be kind and be fruitful. Looks change over time, don’t they? Stay innocent, stay kind, and you will be the most beautiful.”

 Her bright blue eyes lit up at your words and she nodded in promise. Rising from your crouch, you watched her run off to her mother who hugged her tightly.

 “You’re quite the noble character,” Akaashi noted as you both continued to walk.

 “Nobility is a rare trait, don’t you think?” You grinned, “Are you trying to say that I’m a rare one, my prince?”

 “I was simply trying to say that you have all the traits of a good queen.”

 You laughed, “I don’t think my mother would agree with you.”

 “Is it because you’re ‘stubborn and ungraceful in all aspects of your life’?” He asked, recalling your mother’s words and he watched as you rolled your eyes. Whether it be because you were amused or annoyed, he wasn’t sure, but at least you didn’t take too much offence.

 “Please don’t remind me,” you said, slightly joking but mostly serious. “I was never the perfect child.”

 “Well, I assure you that you are going to be a perfect queen.”

 “You flatter me for no reason, Keiji,” you responded.

 He shrugged, offering you his arm which you took as he said, “Well, you are my future wife. Isn’t it a husband’s job to flatter his wife?”

 “In that case, keep going, will you?” You shot him a teasing smile.

He chuckled at your words before nodding, “As you wish, Princess.”

~~~

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[catwithangerissues]

Green tea, pastries, and a hoodie.

-A Shirabu Kenjiro Oneshot

Pairings: Shirabu x (Gender Neutral) Reader

Warnings: None! Completely sfw. Just some shy!Shirabu, introvert!reader, newly established relationship, and mentions of touch aversion.

Basically, I wrote this for a friend who I matched up with shirabu, who wasn’t the biggest fan of physical touch, though open to it with an s/o. It was meant to be a Drabble, but it quickly turned into a Oneshot lmao. Here ya go @almalckd ✨

——————

You had woken up late that morning, rushing to get out of bed as soon as your eyes laid on the time on the clock that rested atop the nightstand. You quickly fixed your hair, not really caring for it’s appearance at the moment, and brushed your teeth, quickly throwing on your uniform. It always annoyed you how you couldn’t just wear comfy clothes to school, you’d much rather that, especially in the winter..

You grabbed your bag and as soon as you stepped outside, the chilly air made you curse under your breath. “Classic..” You thought sarcastically and rolled your eyes at yourself. You toyed with the idea of just turning around and grabbing another jacket to go over your blazer, but a quick glance at the time told you that wasn’t an option today.

As you rushed to the school, a fellow late acquaintance joined you along the way. You two made small talk as you bitterly laughed about being so irresponsible for staying up so late studying the night before, you knew the copper haired setter would have a sarcastic comment about the situation, even though he does the exact same thing every week.. Though you didn’t want to admit it, he’d be right when he retorted back with a statement about how he’d never been late even on such little sleep. The thought alone made you crack a small smile.

Luckily enough, you weren’t late, you even made it in time to speak to a few of your friends before your first hour began. Setting your stuff down on your desk, seated away from other students, you felt relieved that you hadn’t missed class, and for your spot in the classroom. You were a bit of an introvert, but you were especially thankful today that you had your own space, since you knew you would be grumpy from the rough start to your day and didn’t want to take it out on anyone accidentally.

You see, you attend the prestigious school, Shiratorizawa Academy. You were an honors student, and therefor have a good handful of other class 4-6 students as friends. This was your second year at the school, and you had been enjoying the year so far, though exam week always stressed you out. You decided to attend Shiratorizawa after you had reached the top of your class in middle school, and that happened to be where you met Shirabu Kenjiro. You had known him for a few years through some other acquaintances, plus the fact that you two were academic rivals, but you weren’t close until your first year of high school. Fast forward a year and a half, and the setter held a much more special place in you heart.

You had only been together for a short while at this point. Having crushed on each other for a year and a few months before you two had the courage to mutually confess. He took you on a few study dates before you two made it official, and that brings you back to today.

You smiled at the fond memory of the red faced boy fiddling with his hands and looking uncharacteristically nervous as he told you how he felt. You mentally noted to replay that sweet memory in your head next time you were feeling anxious.

You were awoken from your dreamland by the teachers voice calling for the classes attention. Everyone situated themselves in their assigned seats, and the class began..

——————

It felt as though your first hour had taken longer than usual, or maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t yet seen your boyfriend today, so you were eager, and you were slightly hangry, having no time to grab breakfast this morning.

You walked out of you class, and sat by the wall a few steps away was the salt shaker himself. You smiled at him, happy to see your personal stress reliever, though he could only playfully smirk and raise an eyebrow at how tired you looked. He thought you looked quite cute all sleepy, but he felt a small pang of sadness in his heart when he quickly recalled the hundred other times you’d come to school like that, and the reason behind it.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t text you this morning, I woke up late..” You smiled sheepishly as you trailed off, hands behind your back as you slightly rolled on the balls of your feet, hoping he wouldn’t lecture you hypocritically on how you should sleep more.

“I figured, I stopped by the cafe you like on the way to school and thought you could use this.” He handed you a small to-go cup, labeled with his last name and the words ‘green tea’ in messy handwriting, and the packaged pastry you’d always get child-like excitement about when they had them in the mornings, freshly baked and still warm.

You two had gone to that cafe together many times now, whether it be for breakfast or a study date, you knew each other’s favorite items from the menu, but you still couldn’t help the feeling in your stomach at the thought that he remembered those little moments with you, or maybe you were just hungry..

He turned his face away slightly, and tucked his hands in his uniform pockets shyly after you took the goodies into your hands. He wasn’t very fond of pda, and he struggled to show his affection, or at least he thought he did, you gladly accepted his many different forms of it.

You took note of the scarlet color adorning his cheeks, and giggled at his mildly flustered state. “Thank you, Kenji. Hmm, maybe I should be late more often?” You joked, a sly smirk hinted on your face. You really did appreciate when he did things like this for you, despite the little quip.

“Don’t even think about being late on purpose, brat. I won’t be so nice.” He pouted lightly and huffed, turning to walk to your next class, a blush still adorning his cheeks. The threat wasn’t entirely empty, but you knew he was a big softy for you at the end of the day. You happily walked along side the boy, sipping the tea he had gotten you along the way, enjoying the warmth on your hands and in your previously angry stomach.

The two of you made a few more witty exchanges until you had reached your shared second class of the day. Making your way to your seats, coincidentally, you two sat next to each other. This teacher was a bit more laid back than your others, regardless of teaching a rather difficult subject, and that meant you got to sit with the copper headed boy that hour. Sitting your stuff down, you sat back and enjoyed your small breakfast, thankful for Kenji’s thoughtfulness once again.

——————

The rest of the school day passed by normally, nothing particularly exciting happening, other than listening to Tendo tell stories to Wakatoshi at lunch, trying to provoke a reaction out of the stoic man, and the rest of the team making conversation around the table you all occupied.

You had just walked your boyfriend to the doors of the gym, about to drop him off for practice. You sometimes would stay and watch them, the other boys often teasing Shirabu about your presence. You were surprisingly good friends with the boys, even Coach Washijo liked you, he claimed you kept the boys in line when they would start to lose focus. Though you just thought that was his weird way of saying Shirabu practiced better when you were around, not being as insulting to his other classman than day.

As the two of you stopped by the door, to the left of it actually, the boy turned to you, taking note of your shivering form. Remember earlier, when you thought about grabbing a jacket from home before heading out for school but decided against it to avoid being even later to class? You internally groaned at your own stubborn nature, and noted to start keeping a sweatshirt in your bag from now on.

“Idiot..” A ‘tck rolled off his tongue as he saw you, rolling his eyes, he knew you weren’t fond of being touched very much, so he offered of the best solution he could think of at the time to his shivering s/o. “D-do you want my hoodie?..” He shyly asked, normally Shirabu was quite the hotheaded partner, making insulting, albeit lighthearted, jokes to you every chance he got. But something in him softened when he saw your sweet face in that moment.

“I-I know you don’t really like hugs, and I’m not the biggest fan of pda anyways, so.. if you want my hoodie, that’s okay with me.. you can keep it for as long as you’d like, just don’t forget to bring one next time it’s cold, dummy.” He had already taken off his backpack, fishing for the hoodie he had placed in there this morning, despite not feeling the need to wear it himself as he initially thought he would.

You were pretty flustered at the idea of wearing his hoodie, but you were incredibly appreciative of his sentiment in that moment. “Yes please.” You smiled giddily, taking the hoodie and placing it over your frame, and immediately smiling at the warmth it provided you. You snuggled into the collar of it for a moment, breathing in the scent of your boyfriends cologne.

He muttered something under his breath as he put his backpack back on, and he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of you at the moment. “Hmm? I didn’t hear you, Shira’. ” “I said you look really cute wearing my clothes..” He partially interrupted and admitted frustratedly, still blushing. You smiled lightly as you placed your arms around his midsection, pulling him towards you gently, and nuzzled into his collar bone/the crook of his neck. He tensed in your hold, and a few seconds past before the tension released as he wrapped his arms around you carefully. It felt as though he thought you’d break if he held you too tightly.

“Thank you, Kenji. I appreciate everything you did for me today, especially this. You know how much physical contact puts me off, but you did everything to make sure I was comfortable today. So, thank you.” You smiled at giving him the praise you knew he secretly enjoyed, nuzzling further into his warm arms.

He felt tense again and he scampered to get his next words out, “Y-you don’t have to do this, I- I don’t want you to be uncomf-“ You hushed him with a light kiss on the lips, and though your eyes were closed, you feel his eyes on you and his shocked expression. You pulled away after a few seconds, looking up at the boy with a smile, “I know you don’t, but I’m not uncomfortable with you Kenji. Believe me, I’ll tell you if I ever don’t want something like this.” He relaxed in your arms again, pulling away after another minute or two in the embrace, he glanced at the time on his watch and looked at you, slight sadness evident in his eyes, like a puppy who’d had its toy taken away or been scolded for tearing through the trash.. again. You took this as a hint that he had to go for practice, and sighed happily as he planted a final quick kiss on your forehead. Turning away after, and waving as he entered the gym for afternoon practice.

As you turned and walked back into the main building of the school, you couldn’t help the shit eating grin on your face as you felt a few of the other passing by volleyball boys glance at you, taking note of Shirabu’s hoodie adorning your body. You knew he’d get a bit of slack for it, but also that he wouldn’t mind it for you.

You sat alone for a couple moments, recalling the last few minutes, and found yourself smiling. Maybe physical touch with someone, only if it was your Kenji, wasn’t so bad after all.

fin.

Hope you all enjoyed this little (lol, no) Oneshot! I’m a huge Shirabu simp and loved writing this! :)

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[charlthotte]

Breaking Through the Iron Wall - Aone Takanobu x Reader

Chapter 5

The night before, I had checked multiple times that my alarm would ring at a rather early time - not wanting to repeat the situation of the latter day. After doing all my morning rituals at a normal pace that time, but not bothering with niceties, seeing as though everyone saw my normal face yesterday. Though my hair was a bit more out of place, probably due to all of the running I did yesterday, however, no one would notice except me. Curly hair was just curly hair to them.

Heading downstairs, a rather strange sight was bestowed upon me - my parents sat at the table together and engaging in conversation for once. My father wasn't very happy about the move - his tailoring business gained a lot more profit and customers back home, and here, customers were a rare sight to see. Usually now, breakfast was just take what you want and go, today an actual meal lay across the table. Soon, my parents took notice of me and beckoned for me to sit down with them. After taking my seat they soon engaged me in conversation. "Morning (Y/N), how was yesterday?" My mother inquired, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea.

"Pretty normal" I responded, "Besides the fact that there was a little mishap with the train."

"I heard about that, did you get to school on time?" My mother leered over the edge of her glasses - punctuality was a big thing for her.

"Just about, if only by a moment. It didn't cause any trouble though."

"Good." My mother curtly replied. I didn't want to know how she'd react if trouble had ensued.

"Enough of that, have you met any new people?" My dad sparked up, trying to liven up the atmosphere.

"Yeah... I guess I've met about 5 people."

"Elaborate." My mother said, peering over her glasses again.

"Well I met two girls called Hiroko and Rea in physical education. I met someone in social studies called... Futakuchi." I paused before saying his name - talking about him wasn't a very pleasant feeling. "I also met the volleyball captain and then someone on the train called Aone."

"It's nice to know you're getting along with people!" My dad cheerily smiled at me, the exact opposite to my mother's expression.

"You know (Y/N), you shouldn't be calling your acquaintances by their first names - they may think you to be immature and disrespectful."

My head sank, of course she'd think to say something like that. "I'm sorry, it's just that they told me to call them by their given names."

"Don't do that with anyone else." She scowled, always having to poke the fun out of every conversation. I immediately tucked into my breakfast - not wanting to talk to her anymore. After all, she'd only ever say negative things to me.

I checked my bag, making sure everything was packed, and so I stepped out of my house, not waving my parents goodbye. Sometimes I wondered how my dad put up with her. The walk down to the station was peaceful, in great contrast to the sprint of yesterday - finally getting the time to admire the scenery of the street surrounding me. A beautiful scent wafted towards me from the bakery - making my stomach churn for its deliciousness, even though I had just eaten. But I couldn't dare veer away from my path in pure fear of being late again. My feet carried me closer and closer to the train, until the point where I was already inside it. Finally giving me a rush of relief. 

Once again, Aone was sat by himself in the exact same seat as yesterday, almost as if he owned it - like some sort of territory. Upon seeing his face - I smiled and cheerily waved my hand. In return, the left side of his lip curled up in his subtle smile. Almost skipping, I made my way over to him. That whole time - his little smile never left his face, it was so tiny, hardly noticeable and that's why I found it kind of adorable. It was as if he was not letting anyone see his smile besides me - truly endearing. As soon as I took my place beside him, I dug through my bag for my book. This time opening to the page detailing the lavender flower. 

This flower was given as a sign of distrust, contrasting its beautiful being. Lavender was a common scent in every aromatic product, as it was known to relax and put people to sleep easier. Perhaps that was why its meaning was so contradictory, if the recipient did not know the meaning behind the flower - they would have no clue that the giver did not harbour any trust for them. Truly deceiving, therefore making it the flower of maltrust.

Just like yesterday, I made sure to turn the page slowly, so that Aone could read alongside me. It was strange that a man I had only met 24 hours ago was now reading alongside me, just like friends who knew each other inside out. Aone and myself were not like that at all, he had spoken only two words to me - his name. Yet, we sat next to each other in silence, as if there was nothing left in the world for us to talk about. The truth was far from that - we had yet to talk about everything, even the littlest of trivial things. I wondered if we'd always stay like that - side by side in silence.

We stayed reading for the remainder of the train ride. After it had arrived at its destination, I once again hesitated to move until everyone else had began to exit the carriage, I then hurled my bag over my shoulder and stepped outside once more. I felt I needed to tell someone about my big decision. "Hey Aone." His head sharply turned towards me, "I've made a decision about being your manager... And I'm going to do it.”

The left side of his lip began to curl up more than it had before.

"I know I may not know anything about the sport, but I'll try. And if you don't like me being there you can always tell me and I'll stop." I rambled, starting to become flustered about the situation again. Aone shook his head and placed his hand delicately upon my shoulder.

"It's okay." He spoke in a deep and comforting tone, trying to calm me down, assuring me that the decision I had made was the correct one. It worked, the simple gesture he made stabilised my mind.

"Thank you." My eyes shifted towards his, gratitude shining from them. The simple words he spoke had just brightened my day. In return, he nodded his head. The rest of the journey to school was silent, but it was a pleasant silence - just enjoying each other's company. 

Silence stayed present until we reached the volleyball gym, even though it was before school started, the majority of the team was gathered there, and of course - so was Futakuchi. His snarky smile arose as he saw me standing at the entrance. "Has their highness made their decision yet?"

"Yes." I bluntly replied, it was too early for his antics.

"And what would that decision be?" While saying that, he put his face rather close to mine - perhaps trying his hopeless intimidation tactics again.

"I'm going to be the manager, if you'd let me."

Futakuchi then started jumping around, acting like and elated child hearing exciting news. "Isn't that just great! I am so looking forward for their highness joining us. The news is music to my ears." He flailed his arms around randomly.

"Can it, Futakuchi." Moniwa shouted from across the gym, coming towards him - hopefully to clip him around the back of the head. "Oh hey, (L/N). You decided anything yet?"

"Yes..." I paused for a second, taking in a deep breath, "I would like to be your manager."

"Oh, that's great. I think it's time for you to meet everyone then." He then whistled, signalling the rest of the team to gather. Once they did, he began introductions. "Everyone this is our new manager, (L/N) (Y/N). She is starting as of today." The rest of the team bowed at me - quite the reception. The captain spoke again, "Number one is our vice captain and middle blocker - Kamasaki Yasushi. Number two is myself. Number three is our wing spiker - Sasaya Takehito. Number six is another wing spiker - Futakuchi Kenji. You've already met Aone, the crucial centre of our iron wall. Number twelve and thirteen are a wing spiker and libero respectively - Obara Yutaka and Sakunami Kosuke. There are other people here who are not officially on the team yet." He gestured over to a group of what looked like first years.

"Nice to meet you all." I bowed at them, feeling seriously overpowered by their presences. I was pretty sure that, that feeling would stay sewn into me for a while.

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[the-black-birb]

2. Rekindle [Futakuchi]

Pairing: Futakuchi x Reader

Summary: Futakuchi isn't ready to see you again, but that's not stopping him.

Warnings: foul language, divorced parents, mentions of alcohol and gambling

A/N: thank you miyu for helping me come up with names and my beautiful beta readers for fixing my dumb mistakes <3

pt 1 . [pt. 2] . pt 3

The apprehension of seeing you only sunk in when Futakuchi stood in front of your door, bag at his side and knuckles just about to knock.

He’d spent the past week masterfully avoiding the thought of you. When asked his weekend plans he’d simply deflect (“I’ve got a hot date-” “Oh? Nice, dude!” “-with my volleyball.”) and any time he spent home alone was easily able to distract himself by diving into a new TV show. Effective? Yes. Healthy? Probably not.

But all of that work was for naught because he was still standing here, exactly two o’clock (because although he was never particularly punctual, he was never late when it came to you) standing in front of your door like a fool. His knuckles were turning white with how tightly he was holding his fist. He stared at the red plastic in his hand, adorned with a familiar logo. Why did I buy this? He bemoaned. It was from your favorite ramen restaurant, three blocks away from his home. Why couldn’t I have just gotten something chill like fast food?

Well, it was too late now and every second he wasted the ramen was getting colder. He raised his hand again to knock on your door.

Am I overdressed? He was wearing jeans (fancier than usual, for him) and a pair of beat-up sneakers. He definitely wasn’t giving off “reliable boyfriend” vibes that he was sure he’d need for his upcoming escapade (but did he ever?). Too bad, he couldn’t exactly go home and change.

He raised his hand again to knock.

What if-

“Kenji!”

Futakuchi almost jumped out of his skin when he turned to stare at you, bewildered. You had a wire basket propped against your hip as you stared up at him with a glowing smile. You looked so relaxed it almost got his grip to loosen before he remembered, right, you’re still his ex and this is still incredibly bizarre. But he’d grown in the past few years, and he wasn’t ready to let you unravel him just yet.

“[F/N],” he replied with a lazy drawl. “You’re looking comfortable.” He eyed her up and down, taking in the view. Your getup was simple, a college hoodie pulled over a pair of tight running shorts, but in all the time he’d spent dating you he’d never seen you wear something so cozy. Your mother cared a lot about keeping up appearances, and so even for casual dates, you’d always dress to the nines.

It was a nice change of pace.

“Give me a break, it’s laundry day,” you huffed at him, shooing him away from your apartment door to open it. Futakuchi followed you inside, taking in all of his surroundings.

He hadn’t ever visited you before (he hadn’t even spoken to you!) but the instant he walked in he was shaken to the core with familiarity. Everything screamed you. The art hanging on the walls, the color of the pillow, even the smell of sage made the apartment feel like home. 

Frankly, it made him anxious. Even if you were allowing him inside and letting him sit next to you on the couch, he wasn’t your boyfriend anymore. He wasn’t allowed to indulge in this.

The silence between you makes Futakuchi uncomfortable so he panders, wondering what will catch your attention. “I brought ramen,” he offered, holding up the bag for you to see.

Immediately, your eyes lit up. Guess she recognizes it. 

“Kenji, you shouldn’t have!” you jest, but it doesn’t stop you from grabbing at his hands, eager to get to your lunch. Futakuchi is quietly relieved that it, in fact, is not awkward to bring his ex-girlfriend her favorite food of all time. Glad he got that cleared up.

You start on your food with haste, barely even taking the time to whisper a quiet “thank you for the food,” before you’re chowing down. Futakuchi supposes you don’t have much time to travel the half-hour to the restaurant just for a quick bite, but at least you could’ve warmed it up, right? Whatever, he rolls his eyes, putting it out of his mind.

“Do you even taste it?” he wonders aloud as you devour your meal. You look up at him accusingly but your glare is balanced out by the puff of your cheeks from all the food you’ve stuffed in it. Futakuchi can’t hold back his laughter as your face heats up, but it doesn’t stop you from slurping loudly.

“I can.”

Slurp.

“And it tastes delicious.”

Slurp.

“Is that a problem?”

You swallow the last of it, wiping your face with the back of your hand and looking once again at Futakuchi. Though your eyes are cunning (they’ve always made Futakuchi feel like you were seeing through him rather than what he wanted you to see), they are also familiar and Futakuchi vainly tries to ignore the ache in his chest when he locks eyes with you. Instead, he tries to focus on another part of your face. Your nose, maybe, or your lips (no, definitely not the lips) before he settles on a speck on your cheek.

“Missed a spot,” Futakuchi teases, reaching forward to wipe a pit of garnish from your cheek. It’s only when he’s already pulled back and sees the way your eyes clouded over that he thinks maybe it’s a bad idea to immediately be touching the face of his ex-girlfriend.

Before he has time to apologize or at least look embarrassed, you’ve rushed to your feet and are smiling in a way that doesn’t quite meet your eyes. “I’ll grab some tea,” you insist, taking your dishes out of your living room.

As you leave, Futakuchi lets out a sigh he doesn’t know he was holding in and relaxes against your couch. The two of you ended on good terms, he reminds himself, so any tension should be the normal residual worry from not seeing a friend in a long time, right? That’s got to be it, he assures himself until you’re walking in the room again, right in front of him.

And those shorts really are tight and they hug you in the best way possible. They’re short, too, and he wonders if you turn just slightly if he’ll be able to see the strawberry-shaped birthmark on your right-

“My eyes are here, Kenji,” you tease. To his surprise, the possibility of friendly banter has Futakuchi letting down his guard. Friendly banter means the two of you can still exist side by side, without this awkward wall.

Although, there’s nothing friendly about the thoughts of you clouding his mind.

You sit beside him and sip on your tea, offering some to him. He accepts, gingerly taking the cup into his palms. Somehow, everything in your house feels fragile to him.

He sees you swallow and sit up straighter so he follows suit, preparing for the worst, but your words don’t come. For the first time since you called him, he considers the fact that you’re just as nervous about this as he is.

“So,” he decides to try and ease the palpable tension. “How’s the family? Still dysfunctional?” You’d always be painfully honest with him about your ‘situation,’ and he hoped the years you spent apart wouldn’t change that.

You let out a dry chuckle and he feels his shoulders ease. “Kaito,” that’s your brother if he recalls correctly. “Is ridiculously happy. His fiance is a keeper, that’s for sure.” Despite this, there’s something in your expression that says you’re not happy at all. He’s not sure if it’s the way your lips pressed together to make a fine line or the way your brows furrow just slightly, but he gets the feeling that you’re not exactly comfortable thinking about marriage.

“And I’m glad he found that special person for him. But now that the focus is off him, my mother keeps nudging me about tying the knot.”

Bullseye. 

He knows you never really got along with your mother. She kept custody of you and your brother during the divorce, but you’d always held a grudge against her for ending the marriage so abruptly. “They weren’t meant to be, she told me!” you used to shout. “How can there be any meant to be if you don’t even fucking work for it?”

“And that’s where you come in,” you finish, looking at Futakuchi, eyes full of equal parts hope and fear. He simply nods, letting you continue. He wasn’t planning on taking his eyes off of you for a second.

“You don’t need to stick around after the wedding I just need a convincing date so they can ask me about things that matter, like my job and life, instead of who I’m sleeping with,” you try to make an expression that says Futakuchi should laugh as you joke, but the way your hands twist in your lap and your feet keep moving says otherwise.

“I’m not going to run away on you,” Futakuchi assures, placing an affectionate pat on your head. “Just tell me what I need to know.” He doesn’t know why he’s so calm all of a sudden, all of his nerves receding. He supposes seeing you all wound up distracted him from his own worries. Besides, it’s not like this will really hurt either of you.

“So, we need to make sure our stories are the same in case they start asking nosy questions,” you smile and even though you don’t say it everything about you radiates a quiet thank you to Futakuchi’s comforting presence. His lips tug up at the corners.

“What kind of questions?” Futakuchi smirks and he swears he sees your eyes dart away from his before settling in the couch to face him fully.

“What do we do on weekends for dates?” you ask, matching his playful tone.

“Have hot passionate sex,” Futakuchi suggests.

You hit him in the arm playfully, but your smile only grows. “Only after you win volleyball matches,” you counter.

Futakuchi raises an eyebrow at you. “How do you know I still play volleyball.” He gasps mockingly. “Have you been stalking me?” He pretends to forget that after you called him (but before he tried to avoid you), he checked your Instagram and Twitter for the first time in months

“What else would be doing, captain,” you quip, a clever look in your eye that Futakuchi could never forget. He pretends to live in a world where the way you say ‘captain’ doesn’t get him hot under the collar.

“Well don’t you have me all figured out, sugarcube,” is his reply before he stops and his playful act stops. “Am I allowed to call you sugarcube?” In the heat of the moment, he forgets he was supposed to keep all his insecure questions about what is alright to do with an ex-girlfriend to himself and says it out loud for the both of you to ponder.

You got the nickname before he knew anything about your family. At the time, he thought the massive amounts of sugar you put in your tea were because you wanted to die young, and not because the bitter taste reminded you too much of the coffee your dad would sometimes let you drink from his mug when you were younger. In his moment of recollection, Futakuchi also realizes you’ve gotten out of the habit and seem to have put a normal amount of sugar in the tea you’re drinking, to his surprise.

“You probably should,” you settle on, snapping Futakuchi out of his trance. “Wouldn’t it be weird if you didn’t?” Futakcuhi nods, your whole family knew he called you that.

“So who’s going to be at the wedding?” he asks, racking his brain with all the relatives of yours he’s met. One of the (incredibly minor) perks of dating someone with divorced parents was that he got to celebrate three Christmases, one with his parents, another with your mother, and the final one with your father (although he only ever got you for the day after Christmas, he made sure to celebrate like there was no tomorrow). But all the different celebrations also meant the privilege of meeting practically everyone in your family.

You sigh at his questions, and he wonders who could be so bad to get that sort of reaction out of you. Your Aunt Fuyumi? Or maybe your cousin Sora?

“Everyone,” you moan and Futakuchi almost does a spit take.

“Everyone?” he repeats.

You nod your head somberly. “Kaito’s fiance wanted a big wedding and he didn’t know how to say no. It’s going to be chaos,” you whine.

“It’s going to be world war three,” Futakuchi agrees. “I mean, can Makoto and Touma even stand being in the same room as each other?” They were your uncles from opposite sides of the family and after the divorce and one casino trip gone haywire, they were constantly at each other’s throats. You shook your head defeatedly, mumbling a tiny no.

“And Yui-” She was your aunt on your mother’s side but you’d never dare refer to her as such. “Has finally stopped drinking, so don’t be around her with wine,” you explained. You went on to list more uncertainties to be aware and Futakuchi racked all of them away in the back of his mind. He didn’t really mind, it was like gossiping in high school, but with your relatives. Most of what you said he’d already known, anyways, and it seemed to simply help you get it off your chest.

“And finally,” you sighed. “We’re going to have to explain why we’re dating again.” Fake dating, Futakuchi wants to correct you so as not to get his own hopes up, but he doesn’t want to disturb your flow. “They all knew we split up. They were disappointed.” So was I, Futakuchi swallows his words. You two left each other on good terms.

“You came to one of my matches?” Futakuchi suggests and at this point, the two of you have relaxed to the point where you’re lying on either side of the couch, legs a tangled mess.

For the first time since you mentioned your family, your whole face lights up and you shoot up, shocking Futakuchi enough that he almost falls over. “And we fell in love all over again!” He almost wishes it were true. “Perfect!”

Your smile is wide as the two of you work out the details. How you’d watched one of his games, saw him, and knew immediately you needed to contact him. How he’d run for an hour in the pouring rain and thunderstorms (“Do we need to include the rain and thunder? We’re making me desperate, not stupid.” “They already know you’re stupid, Kenji.”) just to see you when you called. And finally, the passionate lovemaking that ensued-

“They don’t need to know about that!” You laughed unhindered and it was the first time that day that you’d look fully and completely like the girl he knew in high school, a little scared and worried but unafraid to live nonetheless.

“That should cover all our bases,” Futakuchi sighed when you’d covered every possible detail that your family could care about. “Now, what color are you wearing?”

You looked at him curiously. “Purple, why?” Had you forgotten he was your date?

“I need to match you,” he says it so seriously that you can’t help from bursting into a fit of giggles, again.

“This isn’t prom!” you exclaim. “Just dress nice.” Despite your assurance, he remembers your mother once again, always concerned with keeping up appearances and dressing your best. He gave you a pointed look.

“I’ll give you a fabric patch so you can get a matching hanky but don’t go insane,” you sigh, standing up to head to your room.

As the reality of what he’s doing sinks in, Futakuchi almost wants to laugh. It’s like those shitty rom-coms you would make him watch where two people end up pretending to date for their own reasons. Except, he was certain there was no falling in love at the end of this road and no magical moment where he’d realize he didn’t want this to be fake at all.

After all, he already knew that.

When you came back with the fabric, he was quick to dismiss himself. “It’s getting late,” he insisted, but it sounded more to him like I’m getting attached. He hadn’t asked if you two would be on talking terms when all of this was over, far too afraid of your answer. “I’ll pick you up an hour before the wedding?” he asked, putting his shoes back on in your entryway.

“Two hours,” you challenged. “So we can go over the details.”

Futakuchi nods, ready to leave and pretend that you don’t exist again when you’re pulling him by the arm into a tight embrace. 

“Thank you, Kenji,” you talk into his neck and he wraps his arms around your waist. He wonders how he can hold you in his arms and still feel so far away from you.

“I’ll make it up to you, somehow,” you promise, pulling away from him.

He wants to tell you that you don’t have to, that he’s just doing it out of the good of his heart. But he knows that’s inappropriate for an ex-boyfriend with an awful personality to say to his ex-girlfriend who still looks so damn good, even when all she’s wearing is a sweatshirt and shorts, so he settles on “sure,” instead.

He can’t even look you in the eyes as he closes the door behind him.

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