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kozubaby · 2 years
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Kyotani Kentarou who responds with enthusiasm when you tell him you want to take a self-defense class. 
Who’s expression then softens considerably because he knows *exactly* why you want to. Why you *need* to do it to feel safer. 
Kyotani Kentarou who shows up at your house a few weeks later asking if you’re ready for the class you didn’t even know you were scheduled to take. Who tells you your gym clothes are cute and fills an extra huge bottle of water just in case you drink all of yours and need more.
Kyotani Kentarou who talks animatedly about the class the whole drive over and preemptively threatens anyone who even *thinks* of toppling you. Who grins and bears those sharp fangs when you arrive at a familiar gym and see Tanaka Ryuunosuke at the front of the class. “I didn’t trust anybody else to teach you. I tried a bunch of classes and his is by far the best.” “Wait..you’ve been taking self-defense classes alone?” You’re confused and curious because you can see the faintest wash of pink on his cheeks and ears. “Yeah I mean..I wanted to take a full class to make sure I would be the perfect sparring partner for you.” Kyotani Kentarou who never stops showing just how much he would do for you. Just what lengths he would go for you. To feel safe and loved with him. To feel comfortable and vulnerable with him. Kyotani Kentarou who leans against your kitchen counter with a bag of frozen corn over dark bruising painted around his left eye, proud to wear it because you went all out just like he told you to. Allowed you to so that you could see your own power. So that you could see what you’re capable of. “Next week I wanna see bruises on these ribs.” He lifts his shirt, flashing those fangs again. “Make me proud again.”
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kozubaby · 2 years
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Breathless
Tsukishima x Reader
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“I heard you the other day, talking to your friend.” 
Tsukishima stepped closer to you, smirking as your back hit the wall and your face flushed. One of his hands came up to rest on the wall by your head, effectively pinning you in place. He came in close, super close, so close that his lips brushed against yours the next time he spoke. 
“If you wanted to kiss me, you should have just said so.” 
But as mischievous as his tone and expression had been, you were surprised by how opposite the kiss felt. His lips were soft as they slowly moved against yours, hesitant almost, as if he was nervous to fuck this up. As if all the courage he’d bucked up to do this had faded the moment your lips connected. When he pulled back, his eyes darted to the ground. He shook his head and scoffed. 
“Damnit. I didn’t think you’d knock the wind out of me.”
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kozubaby · 2 years
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Asahi's measuring tape and tailoring chalk knows he's in love with you before he does.
His best friend Nishinoya knows it before Asahi does.
Hell, the audiences at his fashion shows know it before he does.
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Asahi Azumane who starts by happily tailoring your clothes for you because straight sizing never fits your measurements properly and everyone feels better in well-fitting pieces. He re-takes your measures every time you come with a new pair of pants of dress or buttoned shirt asking for help.
Asahi Azumane who eventually starts making custom pieces for you. No pair of jeans has ever fit you better, hugging your curves and moving with your body, providing comfort and style and making your confidence soar.
"That is the smile I live for. See here?" He asks from where he's towering behind you with is hands on your waist band, deep, syrupy voice tickling your senses and making you flush in the mirror in front of you. "The perfect compliment to the curve of your tummy here." He drags his fingers under the line the bottom of your stomach makes in the new jeans, clinical but somehow gentle. "Your whole body is smiling now."
"Asahi that's just fat." You say with a lighthearted laugh, never worrying much about your body when in the presence of your closest friend.
"I believe I called it a body smile and I meant it."
Asahi Azumane who starts designing clothing with you as inspiration. Embellishments and hemlines reminiscent of your favorite things and his favorite things about you.
"Hey doesn't she have a water bottle with that pattern on it?" Nishinoya asks on a visit to Asahi's studio, teasing because he already knows the answer as he strolls around the mannequin his friend is hunched over.
"Oh...yes I suppose she does."
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Asahi Azumane who has a fashion show for his fall evening wear collection and invites you to sit in the front row for it. You feel out of place amongst so many fashion-forward and knowledgeable people, but you're so proud of your best friend and you love every piece that walks the runway.
"Someone special has really inspired him with this one." Says another patron who leans over to you as a beautiful pantsuit struts to the end of the walk.
"Yes, I wonder who they are." You muse back to them and clap as the entire collection comes out one after another to finish the show.
And then Asahi comes out, looking dreamy and proud and beelines right for you to take your hand and pull you up onto the runway.
"For those of you wondering, my inspiration for the collection is right here." He spins you and pulls you close to kiss your temple, smiling down at your adoringly in a way that the audience can see but you can't as you blush and wave to their applause.
"This is your best collection yet!" Someone calls from the audience. "She must be something really special!"
He stares at you for a few moments longer, wheels turning still too slowly in his head, thinking hard about that sentiment. She must be something really special.
You look up at him with a sweet grin, still blown away by the fact that you inspired his work in any way.
And then he kisses you. Tilts your chin up and plants the most tender little kiss right on your lips, changing the two of you forever.
"She is. She's the love of my life."
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kozubaby · 2 years
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Satori Tendou loves bringing you chocolates almost as much as he loves making them.
Only problem is...you can't eat chocolate and you haven't had the heart to tell him because chocolate is his passion, and how could he ever be with someone who also doesn't love his favorite thing in the world?
So you pocket his chocolates. Smile really bright every time he gifts you something because you're genuinely so grateful that he thinks of you often. But you never eat it. You give the treats away to friends and family and co-workers who are more than happy to enjoy your boyfriend's beautiful creations. And if brings you great relief that he never asks for feedback.
This is your little bittersweet secret.
Until one day he does ask. Well...kinda...
"Sugar? I don't think I've ever seen you eat one of my chocolates."
The color drains from your face and you swallow hard.
"Oh I um...well.."
"Do you not like them? Maybe my work isn't as good as I thought." He mumbles more to himself and it makes your heart clench up because that couldn't be further from the truth.
"No it's just-! That...I can't eat chocolate..a-and I didn't wanna upset you because chocolate is your greatest passion and how could you be with someone who can't even eat your whole-."
"Sugar." He stops you with such an amused smile. "You've been keeping this secret for almost a year. Where have you been stashing all the chocolate?"
"O-oh. Well, everyone I know and love gets surprise candies from me. Everyone loves your creations too!" You add as if that will ease this monumental blow.
But Satori only grins wider and wraps an arm around your waist to bend down and kiss your forehead.
"You didn't have to hide that from me, and do you know why?"
That sweet smile of his was slowing easing the panic in your chest and you mumbled back in the tiniest voice.
"Why...?
"Well because you are my greatest passion. My favorite thing in this whole wide world."
"Oh..." And he kissed your sweet lips this time before you could even present a smile of your own.
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kozubaby · 2 years
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Prompt #40
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From this post: #100 Dialogue Prompts to Make a Reader Swoon…
“I don’t care if you think you look like godzilla when you wake up, you’re my beautiful godzilla.”
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You wake up next to your longtime boyfriend Atsumu and deal with some of your insecurities. More like Atsumu dispels those insecurities before you really have time to feel them.
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You woke to soft rays of sun diffused through the semi-sheer curtains from the window across the room, that fact alone alerting you to how late you’d slept in. And before you could even budge to start your morning routine, the pair of strong arms around your waist tightened and pulled you closer to the warm body behind you.
“Babyyy, stay with me.” Came the sleep-rasped voice of your one and only Atsumu Miya. He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, lips curving up into a smile that you could feel on your skin.
“‘Tsumu it’s late already.” You yawned and grazed your fingers over the dark hairs on his forearm. “Don’t know how I missed my alarm.”
“I turned it off before it rang. Wanted to keep you in bed as long as possible today. ‘S a special day ya know.”
“Our anniversary. You remembered.” You smiled as his lips trailed up to the back of your neck and your heart warmed even more.
“Course I did. Three years. Best three years of my life so far, so stay and celebrate with me.” One of his strong, calloused hands slipped down your waist to your thigh to squeeze at your soft flesh just a little, a faint hint of what he really meant and you pressed into him as if on instinct.
“Mmm okay. I couldn’t possibly turn down an Atsumu Miya style celebration. Lemme just freshen up a little. I know my hair is a bird’s nest after last night.” You tried to roll away to get out of bed, but your Atsumu only pulled you closer to him again.
“Baby, I don’t care if ya think ya look like godzilla when ya wake up, yer my beautiful godzilla.” He grinned and you shook your head, finally turning in his grasp to see the playful expression on his face.
“Atsu, that’s not the compliment you think it is.” You giggled and touched his cheek, leaning in further to press a soft kiss to his plush lips. His grin widened and he stole another.
“It got ya laughin’ though. Mission accomplished.”
You rolled your eyes and kissed him again, moving to hook one of your thighs over his hip.
“How about we focus on another mission instead?”
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kozubaby · 2 years
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Prompt #50
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From this post: #100 Dialogue Prompts to Make a Reader Swoon…
“Why do I feel like I’m home whenever you’re near me?”
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You're sitting with Keiji Akaashi at a local bookstore like you do at least once a week on your shared lunch break when you have a sobering thought.
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“Why do I feel like I’m home whenever you’re near me?”
Your best friend and longtime co-worker Akaashi looked up at you over his coffee cup.
“Did you read that from something just now?”
You’d been sitting in comfortable silence, reading your own things in the bookstore where you two would go for your lunch breaks when they coincided, and you definitely didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“Well you don’t even have a book in your hand, so that’s unlikely. Are you writing poetry?”
Your cheeks started to heat up as Keiji continued to question you.
“N-no I…it was just a thought I had…about you..” You mumbled the last part and looked away from him before you could see the warmth bloom on his own cheeks.
“That’s..really sweet. You feel like home to me too. Comfortable, safe, inviting. Thank you for being my friend.” He smiled so softly at you and you were happy you managed to look up in time to see it.
Even though you weren’t planning on ever saying something like that to him in the first place, you felt a weight of disappointment wash over you, something you hid behind a smile of your own because there was never any hope that anything would come of your long-standing crush in him was there?
“Thank you for being mine, Keiji.” You answered back quietly and finally picked up the book you’d been neglecting for the past fifteen minutes in favor of daydreaming about your best friend. 
But as your eyes drifted down to the open page of your book, you missed the way Keiji continued to look at you, his own eyes betraying a sweet adoration for you that he’d been hiding for maybe just as long as you have your own feelings.
Maybe one day you’d catch it.
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kozubaby · 2 years
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Sometimes, your sadness scares him. 
When you’re in the deepest, darkest caverns of your own pain. When you can’t get out of bed or eat half a meal. When you’re so deep that you can’t even cry anymore.
He would never tell you, but it scares him. He worries that he isn’t enough. Could never be enough. To help you see light again. It scares him.
But he leans in. 
He makes you easy things to eat and cuts them into small bites, never pushing to hard to get you to eat more. He flavors your water and puts a straw in the bottle to help it go down easier.
Ties your hair up before lowering you into the bath or standing you up in the shower, him fully clothed and soaked through so you don’t misinterpret why he’s with you.
He never stops telling you he loves you and that he’ll always be here, because he thinks one day you’ll really believe him. That you’re not a burden and that his greatest joy is getting to take care of you. 
“You should let me do this more often.” Accompanied with a chuckle, and when you return even the tiniest smile it makes his heart absolutely soar and easy the heavy worry in his chest because
This scares him.
But you’re worth it.
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kozubaby · 2 years
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Prompt #76
From this post: #100 Dialogue Prompts to Make a Reader Swoon…
“Kiss me like you mean it.”
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Nishinoya x Reader, College AU
You and your best friend Nishinoya auditioned for Heather's: The Musical by daring each other and whoopsie, you were cast as the leads. Now you have to do a bunch of stuff that best friends don't usually get up to.
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“Come onnnn Nishi, kiss me like you mean it!” You snicker as your best friend’s cheeks flush and his expression twists to incredulousness to hide it.
“I’m trying!”
“Nu uh, come on. JD and Veronica are in love. They’re the most important things on earth to each other right now.” You two had been ushered off to an empty study room to practice the kissing scenes because every time you’d do it in full rehearsal, one of you would stop or say something and not go through with it or worse, you’d manage an awkward little peck before pulling back and breaking the scene completely.
But the show was going on in two weeks. And the kisses were important to the story.
“Okay okay I swear I’m gonna do it this time, I just got something in my eye and had to rub it out last time!” 
Nishinoya was a bad liar and you knew it, but to be honest? Behind all the teasing and banter, you were nervous about it too. Yeah you could separate reality from fiction, but you’d had more than a few dreams about doing this exact thing with your best friend. 
He sang his next line, stumbling over it like he didn’t have it memorized, so much so that he stopped and started over to make sure to hit the right notes. You joined in halfway because you both crescendo here before stopping to kiss, and at the end of the note, there’s a pause between you. 
It feels like the kind of will-they-won’t-they moment that has you on the edge of your seat when watching movies and you see his pretty brown eyes flick down to your lips a moment before he presses forward and kisses you.
And yeah, you’re acting, but it feels like he means it. The way his plush lips glide over yours, the  way he keeps leaning further forward and how his hand comes up to touch your cheek. The way you feel just a peek of his tongue against yours before he pulls back and grins. 
Damn. It really feels like he means it.
“Helloooo? You in there, Veronica?” Nishinoya snaps in front of your eyes and then snickers when you finally come back into the moment. “Looks like I finally did it right but you’re gonna have to focus if we’re gonna get through the rest of this show. We do still have Dead Girl Walking to practice and perform.” 
Right. The scene where you two do way more than kiss during your song. That’s a problem for another day thank goodness. You’ll have a few more days to get it together before you have to do that much with your best friend, so you turn to him, mumbling and unable to hide the flush on your cheeks.
“Shut up and run the scene again, Nishi.”
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kozubaby · 2 years
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When you write a snippet but don’t know which man it feels like...someone please tell me who this makes you think of  😭
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“Say yes, Little Dove.” His lips barely brushed against yours as he spoke, tickling both your senses. “Tell me you want this.”
Those words, that low, rich, sultry tone, was pouring liquid warmth down your throat and out to your limbs. It was already getting hard to stay standing, and he knew. In fact, he absolutely reveled in the effect he had over your body. He watched you swallow hard, the muscles of your neck tightening deliciously, trying to work the words past those plush lips.
“I won’t unless you tell me...say it for me…” 
“Fuck…” You panted out. “Y-yes. Please…”
He couldn’t help but smile against your trembling lips. You were always so perfect like this. So pliant, so...desperate.
“Mmm...good girl. I’ll give you what you want...when I’m ready.”
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kozubaby · 3 years
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Vanilla Bean Kita x Somno
Kita x Reader, 18+ cw: somnophilia, standard smutty things
I really just wanna talk about super vanilla Kita loving sweet, missionary love-making who has a you who just wants to ‘branch out a little’. So you suggest a little somno blow-job and he’s so nervous and literally thinks he’s gonna break your neck in his sleep, but you manage to convince him not to worry and you come in late one night so see him asleep in just some loose-fitting boxers instead of the flannel pj pants and white t-shirt he usually wears to bed, so you know your time has come.
Like imagine his soft little moans as you kiss and lick and nibble his thick, muscular thighs, a gorgeous effect from working hard in the fields all day. Imagine how he would keen and whine when you pull down those boxers and run your tongue, flat and wet, up the underside of his cock already leaky with pre as if he’d been dreaming of you before you’d even begun. His hand would come to rest atop your hair and you popped his fat head into your mouth and suckled away, slowly taking more and more into your wet mouth until he starts to softly thrust into your mouth and suddenly, sucking him off isn’t nearly enough for you.
So you climb on top of him, your pussy already sopping and aching from slurping up all of Kita’s precum and listening to him moan for you, and you lower yourself onto him, biting your lip hard to stay quiet as his thick cock splits you open deliciously. You don’t waste any time in starting to ride him, but you’re only a few short bounces in before he wakes up and sees you towering over him, riding him. His pretty partner making both of you feel so good and he needs to repay the favor.
The way he would grip your plush hips and pound up into you would be something you’ve never felt before with him. His thrusts, hard and fast and deep, have you quite literally bouncing on his dick through no effort of your own, his hips slapping loudly against your ass to add to the sounds of you moaning loud and shaky for him. He’d cum to the sight of your perfect tits jiggling under the teeny little satin tank you’d worn to bed, your nipples hard and zig-zagging rhythmically beneath the fabric, and then he’d pull you down into such a soft, lazy, messy kiss, holding inside you until he’s completely soft and slips out on his own.
He’d thank you over and over as he presses kisses into your soft, slightly sweaty skin and tell you how much he loved that and loves you.
“Now go to sleep sweetheart. I want my turn in the morning.”
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