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kira-fluff · 2 months
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I saw the “Sleeping with no pants on” headcanon and was wondering if you could do a pretty setter squad containing Atsumu, Kageyama and Akaashi please- ☁️
sleeping with no pants on | fem!reader x haikyuu!! [pt. 5]
a/n: i was not expecting everyone to be so obsessed with this prompt but I am LIVING for it. I love you guys so much 🩷 p.s. my lovely, atsumu is actually in pt. 1, but I'm going to switch for twinnie osamu, okay? 💕 also I'm so sorry i was gone for so long. busy busy busy working 3 jobs with college. forgive me if I'm a bit rusty. tw: sorta spicy idk
pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4
osamu miya "hey, 'samu, 'samu." "hm." he replied in a grunt. "'m tired." the two of you had stayed up the entire night trying out new recipes that osamu had thought of when he was supposed to be paying attention in class. so, now here you were at midnight, sprawled out on the couch, exhausted. "'n go 't sleep." "don' wanna drive home." "'n stay." you murmured an acknowledgement, then began slipping off your pants. osamu immediately sobered from his tiredness. "wait, the hell are ya doin'?!" "'m goin' to bed, obviously." "ya can't just take yer pants off with a man in the house!" you let out a little scoff, "oh, get over it." but osamu's mind was already racing. he tried to act cool on the outside, but you were just in your fucking panties and acting like it was no big deal? why were you always so clueless around him??? did you really not see him as romantic material??? osamu couldn't help but stare at the round shape of your ass even as your long shirt covered you. he had scarcely time to begin devouring the sight of your legs when you cleared your throat. "are you.....staring... at me?" he cleared his throat and looked away. "...s-sorry.." you leaned in close, just below his ear. "ya know... if you really wanted it that badly, you could've said something.." you smirked, taking a blanket and covering up your lower half with a conceited smirk, walking away. "h-hey wait! the fuck did ya mean by that?!" he trailed behind eagerly. the rest of the night? well... "just friends" was no longer in either of your vocabulary anymore.
kageyama tobio you friends, after all, nothing more. and you didn't want to make it weird. weirder than it already felt having hidden feelings for your best friend. it getting late after a particularly long study session which involved you trying to drill basic math facts into a brain that only understood volleyball. it was a hopeless endeavor, but you took him getting anything above a "50" as a win. so, you continued to attempt to help him improve his grades. you supposed "attempt" wasn't necessarily the right word, as his scores were generally improving, but sometimes you found yourself wondering if there was really a point to it all after you spent the whole lesson trying to help him relearn everything he misunderstood in the lesson from that day. so here you were, exhausted, with your head down on your table at home, tobio sitting across from you. "hey, kageyama, let's just call it a night." he paused for a moment, then spoke. "....do you want to sleep with me?" if you had any liquid in your mouth, you're certain you would've had a comical spit take. "ah, um, WHAT?" you sputtered, trying to make sense out of what he said. he didn't mean it that way, did he? no, of course not. "it's... late." yep. just offering a place to stay. "it is. but there are still trains. i can take a late one." "just get in my bed." your eyebrows raised. "hey, tobio, a normal person would misunderstand what you just said..." he ignored you. "just sleep with me." your face took on a reddish hue the more times he said it... and he just didn't get it? why was he messing with your heart like this!?!? "um... there are different ways to say that. like... 'want to spend the night?'" "then, spend the night." "why are you being so pushy?" "because i like you." as a friend. yeah. we've been over this. "ok, ok, you've convinced me with the power of friendship. but I'm sleeping on the couch." "no." "yes." "no. my bed has enough room." "not for me!!" you laughed nervously. does this guy even have hormones? like, what the fuck? "....I'm going to go shower. I'll see you in my bedroom." does this guy not understand the meaning of no? still, you found yourself begrudgingly trudging over to his bed, especially after you saw his couch was made with the comfort of a burlap sack. I mean, if he offered, might as well take advantage right? what could go wrong? spoiler: everything goes wrong. you thought he was fast asleep. so, in the stealth of 1000 ninjas, you slid off your sweatpants for the sake of comfort. it wasn't weird, right? oh well. you were tired and damn did he like his room hot. you jumped when you felt him arms wrap around you. then, he stiffened. "...are you not wearing any pants?" "um... maybe..." he sighed. "are you trying to seduce me?" "n-no it's just more comfortable!" he turned you around so you were facing him. "well, whatever you're trying to do, it's working. I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep." "wait, is it because I'm making you uncomfortable?" he went silent for a moment. ".... you could say that." "I'll... just put them back on then. sorry. it's just that your room is really hot and-" "can I kiss you?" you blinked in disbelief. "can you what?" "kiss you" he answered without a beat. you spluttered some more as he slowly leaned it, asking for permission, silently this time. you nodded and closed your eyes. sparks flew as his lips moved against your own and you finally understood what he'd meant when he said "I like you". kageyama tobio was head over heels in love with you, and you hadn't a clue. until now. the two of you broke apart. "...can we... do that again?" he asked brazenly. you leaned forward again in reply.
akaashi keiji akaashi would rather die than confess to you the things he woke up at night fantasizing about. you'd likely be especially mortified if you discovered that one of your most embarrassing mishaps was on a frequent replay in akaashi's brain when he fell asleep. he was supposed to be a gentleman, not some gross pervert that looked at one of his best friends like... that. but since it was all in his dreams, it was impossible to "turn off" no matter how many times he tried to think about something else before he went to sleep. and so, let's recall The Incident shall we? he had come to your house late at night and knocked at the door, fully expecting to see you up and awake as it was the early evening. to his surprise, however, you answered the door groggily, eyes still bleary from exhaustion and sleep. the way you looked would be forever ingrained in his mind. you were blinking back the remnants of sleep, wearing one of his shirts. it hung low on you, but not low enough to cover your supple legs and the white panties that peeked out below the hem line of his shirt. you hadn't noticed yet, either. "... what d' ya need...?" you asked tiredly, rubbing your eye. akaashi swallowed harshly, his brain turned into complete mush. "uhh.. uhh...." goddamnit, MOVE YOUR EYES BACK UP TO HER FACE. were her legs always that long? STOP. when he still hadn't answered, you followed his gaze down to your lower half. he still remembers the succession of events as follows: you blushed, stammered, and then slammed the door in his face. you didn't talk to him for a week. after, you finally awkwardly explained that you sleep without your pants on and that you didn't realize you hadn't put anything on when you answered the door because you were so tired. it sucked that you ignored him. and even that you explained yourself. because all it did was bring those... memories... right back to the forefront of his mind. whenever he saw you in the hall and you'd flush and look away, he was immediately brought back to the sight of your bare legs. when you stumbled through your explanation, his mind reeled back to those white panties. and he hated it. what kind of friend looks at their friend that way? but he knew in his heart that what he was feeling for you was beyond sexual attraction when, in his dreams, you smiled at him. and told him you loved him. and so, what if he dreamt a little longer? hopefully you'd forgive him. and maybe someday he could tell you how you made him feel...
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kira-fluff · 5 months
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I just wanted to thank all of my supporters for the likes, reblogs, replies, etc etc etc. nothing makes my day more than seeing someone liked something I wrote. <3
-kira
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kira-fluff · 6 months
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kira-fluff's picks
I decided that I'd share some accounts that I really like! I've been following them on my private account for a while, but I've decided to give 'em a shoutout here as well! There's definitely more... but these are some of my most recent faves.
@ UNDER THE CUT!
@kokonoiscoconut
@garoujo
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@osakiharu
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@tetsutits
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@kuroosweakness
@zeltqz
@strwberri-milk
@viviaj
@suna-cerely-yours
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kira-fluff · 6 months
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comforting you after a break up - haikyuu!!
a/n: once again i have returned. fear my power. just kidding, school made me a ye bit busy especially trying to get by financially (who wants to pay my credit card bill? haha...) anyway, guess who had to dump their boyfriend? 🙋🏼‍♀️ it's me. had to hold back from putting "comforting" in quotations lol
kuroo tetsuro "come 'ere."
a sudden knock on kuroo's door made him jump. he was surprised to see you standing in the rain, completely drenched, but with a big smile on your face. he raised an eyebrow, letting out a little laugh, "why are you out here in the rain?" not answering his question, your smile grows wider. you throw up a peace sign, "guess who just got dumped!" it didn't come out like a question. your smile was stretched wide. unnaturally. kuroo looked you up and down. you hated the way sympathy and pain was strewn on his face. suddenly, he stretched out his arms, beckoning you into his arms. "come 'ere." he said softly, enveloping you in his big arms, your head against his chest. you could hear the steady beat of his heart under his thin shirt. like a dam that could no longer hold the flood, tears poured out of your eyes like the downpour behind you. you shoved your face against his chest in an attempt to muffle the sobs wracking your body. hiccups and shaking breaths escaped you along with wails of sadness that broke kuroo's heart. a selfish part of him told him he should be glad. he's had it bad for you since you became friends in your second year of middle school. but there was no joy in his heart. only pain. he wanted to take all your pain away... to see your smile again - your real smile - again. you didn't deserve this. you deserved someone who would love you unconditionally and not someone who lackadaisically decides to flake out of you whenever he chooses. "I'm ne-never g-gonna find s-someone who-who loves me" you said, letting out another heartbreaking sob, gripping his shirt as another breath wracked you, making you heave breaths rapidly. "I love you.." he said, but he wasn't sure you heard over the deluge. it didn't matter. you were here in his arms. you chose him - out of all the people you could have chosen - to comfort you. and that was enough for now. he squeezed you tighter, kissing the top of your head as he pulled you inside.
oikawa toru "well fuck him anyways! i never liked him." you slam the door to his apartment. he turns to you as you begin shouting, "CAN YOU BELIEVE IT, TORU?! HE HAS THE AUDACITY TO TRY TO BREAK UP WITH ME WHEN I CAUGHT HIM CHEATING!" oikawa is already up on his feet, just as angry as you. "WHAT THE FUCK!? HE CHEATED? OH I'M GONNA GO BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF HIM" "OIKAWA, oikawa, stop, okay? it's.. it's whatever. you've seen the texts. I've had a hunch for a long time anyway." "but he deserves it." "I know, but I'm.. I'm just tired toru. I just can't right now. can we just watch a movie?" he stared at you for what felt like an eternity before beckoning you to the couch. you took a seat next to him. oikawa is a little selfish, so he'd be lying if he wasn't a little glad you broke up with him, not only because that guy is a useless piece of shit, but also because that meant he had an opportunity to show you how good he can be to you - as more than a friend. "well fuck him anyways. I never liked him." he said, pulling you into his arms, lying both of you down onto the sofa as he flicked the tv on, scrolling through shows to watch. he squinted, trying to search for a good one when he heard a sniffle. in his surprise, he dropped the remote onto the floor. "hey, hey, hey.. look at me." you slowly turned your head up to him, your bottom lip jutting out. indents lay in your chin as your lip quivered. "you can cry." and with that, you let out a quiet sigh, and cried into his shoulder. "thank you..." you said. "I'll always be here. you know that. i treat you better than he ever did." he didn't mean to have it come out that way, but you ignored it, too engrossed in your feelings to acknowledge if what he said had any double-meaning.
miya atsumu "I TOLD you that guy was no good!" sorry, but atsumu appears to care more about the fact that he was "right all along" rather than the fact that you broke up with the guy. at least, on the surface. it isn't until you start crying that he feels like a complete asshole for doing a little victory dance in his head when he heard of your split. "I know, ok! I know you were right! but that doesn't make me feel any better. I just feel like a complete idiot." he stopped. "I-i'm sorry. yer not an idiot. I guess.. 've just been jealous this whole time, ya know?" before you had a chance to speak, continued, "'ve like ya for so long. seriously every single time I think about ya since like middle school I've always had to hold myself back from smiling. sometimes when I look at ya I just wanna kiss ya until you forget about that asshole." you stared at him in disbelief. when you finally snapped out of your reverie, you grabbed his hand, leading it to your waist. your other hand went to his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. strangely, the shittiest day ever turned out to be so much more than that - the day you got together with the man who (unbeknownst to you at the time) you'd spend the rest of you life with.
miya osamu "...want some chocolate?" as you sat blowing tissues in his bedroom, he could only stare. to be honest, his only way of comforting was food and physical affection. so he was doing his best to give loads of both. you were recovering from your sobs when he sighed. "....want some chocolate?" his question seemed more like he knew you already did, so when he stood up even before you nodded, you weren't surprised. you followed him to the kitchen where he began to make homemade chocolates like it was Valentine's Day (or white day, I guess). after some comfortable silence, you said, "I feel like... weirdly better now? like, free in a way. i feel like he always had a way of putting me down." osamu let out a grunt. he didn't want to say anything about the fucker that would go too far, but damn did he have to hold his tongue. that asshole was always gaslighting you and was borderline emotionally abusive what with all his manipulation. but bringing that up now would only make you upset. it would force you to relive all of those shitty memories. he took in a deep breath when all of a sudden your arms wrapped around him, your chest against his back. "thank you." was all you said for a while. he nodded. "osamu, I think it's always been you." "....what'da mean?" you only answered with a nuzzle against his toned back, leaving his to wonder what you'd meant, but decided to leave it at that for today. maybe tomorrow you'd be ready to discuss the meaning behind it all.
suna rintaro "good." "I'm sorry, what?" "I said, 'good.'" "that's really mean, rin." "I don't care. I've been waiting too long to give a fuck about that guy's feelings. he had it coming; you should've dumped him a long time ago." "what do you mean?" "you really don't know?" your voice raised in anger, "NO. I don't KNOW, rin." "does this answer your question?" he said, grabbing your cheeks. his lips pressed against yours violently, messily, like he was angry. you stared at him dumbfounded. "I thought you didn't like me like that." he sighed, letting out a disbelieving laugh, "seriously? you literally rejected me." "no I didn't!" by now you'd already forgotten about the break up, instead arguing with suna over who liked each other first, what was a lie, and what was true... I guess suna had his own way of comforting you, but it was also incredibly self-indulgent.
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kira-fluff · 8 months
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mission impossible (because it's with you) haitani ran x fem!reader
prologue ch 1
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a/n: had the worst day at work and decided this is what I needed in order to relax a little. if you're looking for more good ran fics, I suggest a visit to @zeltqz i love her writing!
tw: a lil steamy lol, riding/essentially a lap dance
Chapter 2: I Came Prepared...
your alarm rang, alerting you to your 3am mistake. why did you decide to do this anyway? was it worth it to disturb your slumber? yes.
the phone dialed, and you were thankful it didn't immediately go to voicemail. you'd rather die then seem like you listened to anything ran said. clearing your throat, you prepared to speak in the most Awake Voice you could muster.
it dialed for a while before you heard a small crackle, then a drowsy, rapsy, "what do ya want, doll. 'm tryna sleep." you smiled lazily, waving away the last traces of your sleepiness.
"just awake still. bored. thought i'd call."
there was a tsk on the other side of the phone.
"yer supposed 'ta be sleepin'," he said with a yawn. "why'ere ya awake anyway?" you noticed his voice tended to slur when he was asleep. it was kinda cute. it a gross kind of way, of course.
you were honestly a little surprised he hadn't hung up on you once you'd heard that sassy little sound he made. you decided to mess with him a little bit more, just to torture him a bit.
"just thinking about you." you said in a flirtatious tone.
there was silence on the other line, then the sound of him clearing his throat. ran pondered in his mind, was she just messing with him? or was she actually... his heart did a weird little fluttering thing. something he'd never felt with the numerous women he'd been with. he decided to play it cool.
"it's nothing ya haven't done before, princess." he teased.
you scoffed, "you wish. i image you've had many more gross thoughts about me than i even want to consider."
the funny thing is that you were right. sometimes he'd awake in a hot sweat and his sheets soaked with his ejaculate. he'd curse under his breath, whisper a quiet fuck, and clean up his mess. usually following those... dreams he wasn't able to fall back asleep. he'd come to work the next day feeling another weird feeling in his heart when he'd see you. he noticed embarrassingly that he'd crave your touch more than usual, chastising himself for acting like a lovesick fool. but he wasn't in love, he just thought you were hot. i mean, those curves and the slope of your tits. goddamn. not to mention your ass.
he shook his head, doing his best to clear his mind of his stupidly, unwelcome horny thoughts. he strangely missed the phrase you chose. many more gross thoughts. they were unwelcome, of course. it's definitely because he's just a little bit attractive (not by much though) and you haven't really gotten laid in a while.
there was a tired sigh across the phone.
"what'll it take for ya to get some sleep?" he said in a weary tone.
you smirked. "maybe a nice little please." you laughed inwardly. as if his prideful ass would do such a thing.
predictably, you heard a groan, "ya wish i was that easy, sweetheart. do i gotta say up all night talkin' ta ya or are ya gonna finally get some sleep? ya know-"
you hung up before he could finish his sentence, giggling evilly to yourself. sleep took you soon after.
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you jumped awake. ok, maybe you were a huge dumbass. you glanced at your phone, seeing eight missed calls from ran as you bustled about, getting ready for the jet flight that would occur in thirty minutes.
your phone rang again.
as you were putting on a bra, you slid to "answer", putting the phone on speaker.
"where ya at, doll? 'm waitin' in my car outside yer place." you briefly wondered how he knew your address until the memories of last night floated back to you.
"running late," you said, "almost done putting on my shirt." a sigh from the phone. "'m tryna hurry, ran. just give me like 10 minutes."
"we gotta get to the tarmac in like thirty minutes."
"I know, ok! don't rush me!" you yelled across your room, slipping on some jeans, throwing your essentials into your bag, and carrying you suitcase, containing several expensive outfits, toiletries, and everything else you needed for travel. thank god you'd put curlers in your hair last night. you figured you could do your makeup in the car or on the jet. i mean, who cares if ran sees you sleep deprived and makeup-less. it's not like you're ugly without it anyway. you're a gorgeous, bad bitch who doesn't need the recognition of sweaty mouth-breathers anyway. you just look mildly dead because of your ever-present dark circles.
rushing out to his car with three minutes to spare, you missed the fact that he'd even picked you up. you were honestly planning on driving yourself, but especially because you were running late, you appreciated the ride. not that you'd thank him or anything. after all, you didn't ask for it, and you've been waiting for thank yous for a lot of things that you never got. now you're a smidge closer to being even.
sliding into the car, you were half expecting to hear some stupid remark like "well look who's finally here" but instead he sped off. the car was going too fast for you to do your makeup, you decided, but nonetheless you took the opportunity to check your hair in the mirror, fluffing it a bit.
you arrived at the tarmac much faster than you would've driving yourself, thanks to ran's speeding and skill in maneuvering the car. probably the only thing he's good at besides pissing you off.
sinking into your soft, expensive-looking seats, you sighed, at last feeling some semblance of peace. it didn't last long.
"told ya to go to sleep earlier."
"shut up, ran."
"surprised i woke up on time myself what with ya callin' me all needy last night."
you scoffed, "I wasn't needy. I literally just set my alarm for 3am just to piss you off."
there was a look of dumbfounded shock, as he if couldn't believe you'd do something just to irritate him. you were expecting him to get mad, not to smirk playfully, turning his head to the side and resting his chin on the palm of his hand. you frowned.
"what? why're you smiling?"
"nothin'." his smile only grew.
"you're such a pain in the ass."
"glad ya like me so much." he said. you could practically hear the little heart emoji after his phrase. ugh. why is he never phased by your insults? it seems like compliments get him more flustered than angry retorts. maybe you better up your game.
your turned to begin applying your makeup. you ignored the burning sensation of his gaze on you as you applied the last finishing touches with your red lipstick - firecracker.
"I'm gonna go change," you announced.
"into what?"
you smiled innocently, "one of my new outfits, of course. we'll be there soon."
you let out a little breath. "can't get used to you dressin' like this."
you narrowed your eyes. "what's that supposed to mean?"
"nothin'. why do ya take everythin' I say in the worst way?"
"because you always have the worst intentions behind every little remark."
he shook his head, ignoring you. he wasn't in the mood to get into an argument.
you pondered for a moment before coming up with a grand scheme. you wanted to up your game and throw him off.. and you thought of the perfect way. going to go change, you came back out in an outfit befitting of a stripper. it was essentially the bunny girl outfit, minus the ears and cuffs. heels, fishnets, and a tight fitting bodysuit - the whole package.
he raised his head in question. his eyes widened as he took in your outfit. sure, he'd already seen it in your hands at the store and knew it would be the death of him... but fuck, when you're wearing it, he can already feel himself flushing, his dick twitching in his pants.
you seductively sauntered over to him. he sucked in a breath. you smirked, mirroring an expression you'd seen too many times to count. he moved his legs, presumably to allow you to pass beside him, despite the fact that the jet provided ample space for you to get to your seat.
instead, you lifted your knee, placing each on the sides just past his thighs, straddling him in his chair. he swallowed.
"what- what... are ya doin', doll?"
you smirked even wider at his stuttering. "just practicing. gotta make sure I'm playing my role correctly, right?"
he was helpless to push you off. it was like his arms were lead, so heavily weighted he couldn't lift them from the arm rests of his chair. he sat ramrod straight, trying to keep his composure despite already sitting breathless like a fucking panting dog.
you moved your hips leaning your body against his, though not too close to make yourself uncomfortable. to be honest, you face was flushed as you knew this was so embarrassing... but it was worth it to see him shut up, completely at a loss for words.
"is this good? like... this?" you asked with twinkling eyes as you ran your manicured hands down his chest, eliciting a groan you could scarcely hear.
he let out a breathy, "..yes.. yeah," he cleared his throat, though it only came out more strained, "..like that.."
feeling a bit more confident at his encouragement, you imagined him as the pervy ryunnosuke, though it was gross to imagine, it was crucial you ensure you don't give away your disgust.
you took both of his wrists in your hands, placing his own on your waist. you leaned in closer, your mouth just below his ear, "am I a good girl, ryu?" you ask, blowing a little cold breath onto his neck, reveling in the little shiver give gives.
Ran cursed inside of his head. He could already feel the precum dripping from his cock, creating a wet patch in his black slacks. dammit, he was on cloud nine despite the fact he knew you weren't doing this for him.
"you're a good girl for daddy," he replied, deciding to live out his fantasies while you reciprocated. he briefly lifted his hand from your waist to run them through the strands of your hair.
you snapped your hips against his, your eyes widening as you felt his erection. I mean, he's a dude after all.. but you didn't know he could react that way... for you. in a strange and concerning way, you liked it. not really but kind of. jeez, you really needed to get laid. this felt weird now. you were being weird.
you returned to your seat, flustered as you both tried to catch your breath.
"h-how.. was that, ran...?"
he still was breathing heavily when he replied, "you.. you were so fuckin' sexy.."
both your thoughts were interrupted when the copilot came in.
"we've arrived."
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kira-fluff · 9 months
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haikyuu!! neurodivergent headcanons 💕
tw: several listed mental illnesses, some of these are solely off of vibes but most of them I have reasons lol note! I do not believe autism is a mental illness or something that is "wrong" with an individual, hence why the title is "neurodivergent" rather than "mental illness". just had to put that out there! to all my neurodivergent babies I love you! a/n: hello! as a neurodivergent like myself (depression, anxiety, ptsd, bulimia, etc etc) i thought it would be really cool to do an analysis on one of my biggest hobbies (psychological illnesses) and relate them to haikyuu characters! some of them have a deeper explanation because I feel so strongly about it.
attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADD/ADHD) BOKUTO, hinata, NISHINOYA, atsumu, lev
generalized anxiety disorder (GAD) sugawara, OIKAWA, asahi, yamaguchi, yachi, aone, akaashi, tendo
social anxiety disorder (SAD) asahi, KENMA
post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) oikawa
depression (MDD) oikawa, KENMA, kuroo, suna, matsukawa, tendo
autism sakusa, USHIJIMA, kageyama, kyotani, kenma
eating disorder(s) (AND, BND, BED) OIKAWA, KENMA
obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) oikawa
borderline personality disorder (BPD) daishou
insomnia kuroo, kenma, osamu
hypersomnia suna
analysis under the cut
it's pretty obvious that bokuto struggles the most to self-regulate, even to others, but I personally believe that oikawa struggles the most with his mental health.
like almost everyone in haikyuu, oikawa is obsessed with volleyball, but he takes it to a point of overexertion and taking his anger and frustration at his own inadequacies out on others.
I really think oikawa's relationship between he and kageyama and he and ushijima are the ones that show how bad his anxiety is
ushijima and kageyama both don't understand the emotions oikawa is feeling which could be written off as them not understanding their talents, but I think it's something more
to me, I feel it is blatantly obvious that ushijima is autistic. he just so frequently seems to be unable to read the emotions of others or takes things literally when it's something else intended. I'm not autistic, though, so autistic community, let me know your thoughts!
bokuto and hinata both have an insane amount of energy, but struggle to be successful in school. sports works for both of them because their focus is constantly needed to be diverted or "all over the place" that it helps them be great players
kuroo is one of those other characters that I feel like I'm reaching to say he has mental health struggles but to me it just comes off in vibes. first of all, any kid with divorced parents should be in therapy so I feel there's definitely some struggles there.
I think kuroo is the type that hides his struggles and pretends they aren't happening. he puts a lot of pressure on himself to be the best at everything he does, and so he feels he doesn't have time to deal with the emotions that leave him feeling empty
kenma was someone I immediately felt was autistic. he has so many key factors like an obsession/hyperfocus on his hobbies and trouble socializing (social anxiety).
kenma has some of the strongest evidence toward my beliefs, specifically in this quote: "I'm not good with people, and I don't want to interact with them. and yet, I'm very concerned about what others think of me." like, tell me that doesn't radiate autistic/SAD vibes!!!!
idk what it is, like inadequacies or what but I genuinely believe oikawa has some kind of trauma. like he's definitely carrying something that so heavily effected him that it controls the choices he makes in life
I don't have much evidence that suna has depression, it's just a vibe because of his mannerisms and what he says. I think it's the kind where it's well-managed, but it shows up in physical symptoms like apathy more than anything.
atsumu gives ADHD vibes solely because of like how all over the place he is and how he can't always seem to properly get out what he's trying to say lol
sakusa is one that to me could be seen as "done with your bullshit" but I think he also hates crowds (like me, I mean who doesn't) and struggles socially probably because of anxiety or autism. not sure!
basing daishou off of vibes, too, because if I'm being honest all I've seen in the show is him having hostile relationships or being on-off with them, though its certain I could be reading too much into it, but that's the fun of headcanons.
do you agree with what I wrote? I would love to hear your thoughts!
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kira-fluff · 9 months
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….. can you please do “sleep with no pants” for our birthday boy kita shinsuke??? …… and make it extra spicy?? 🥹
a/n: oh. my. god. YES. i could commit tax fraud and embezzlement if he asked me to. of course. yes. yes. also, I have high alcohol tolerance so I'm not really sure how much is too much...
drunken mistakes | kita shinsuke
pairing: kita shinsuke x reader yes, this is a continuation on "sleeping with no pants on" but I decided to make it longer/special for some reason. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KITA!!! tw: fem!reader, alcohol misusage (drunkness), swearing, mutual pining, grinding, nsfw, dom!reader, sub!kita pt 1 pt 2 pt 3
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it was only supposed to be one drink. that's what you'd told yourself at the beginning of the night, but you would be lying if you said you stuck to what your convictions very often. for example, you told yourself not to fall for your best friend, kita. and yet here you are, drunk and in love. anyone looking at you around your friend's apartment could see the misery on your face. they turned to each other, speaking in low voices as if you couldn't notice because you were too far gone. well, you weren't. and you knew now that they knew you're downing your eleventh shot of casamigos because of something other than "for the vibes". honestly, your facial expression probably gave it away, too, with the lame, pouty lip and mopey eyes. the thoughts and conversations surrounding you only made you yearn for another glass of something to dim the sound of your increasing heartbeat. reaching for the bottle of tequila, your eyes met with the last person you ever hoped to see that night.
fuck, and why was he checking his phone like he'd received an invite? you swore in your muddled mind you'd wring the neck of whichever piece of shit thought it would be a good idea to invite your best friend despite all of them knowing (at least, now) that you are head over heels in love with him. you cursed as he took immediate notice of you. kita.
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to be quite honest, I don't care much for parties or really any celebration that involves an exuberant use of alcohol. ever since high school, in fact, I'd done my very best to avoid them rather than allow myself to get sucked into caring for vomiting, regretful teens (or adults, if we're speaking in the now). still, when I'd received a text saying that she was wasted and needed a ride who could take good care of her, I already was putting on my coat and shoes, as if I wasn't awoken to my phone vibrating numerous times at 2am. I can't help it. whenever it comes to her, there's nothing I wouldn't do to get a chance to even be around her. she's my best friend, so it's not like it's a mutual thing. just me being an idiot and getting sucked into those eyes of hers. the way she looks at me. the way she smiles. it were those thoughts and memories that had me sliding into my seat at 2:15 and on my way to one of her good friends' house. when I arrived at the address and walked through the entrance, my first instinct was the text once again to find where she was at that current moment. it was a need. I needed to know she was safe. that she wasn't crying or confused or sick. my skin prickled as I felt a pair of sharp eyes on me. I lifted up my head to see two languid pupils blinking slowly at me, lips downturned and mopey.
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you blinked slowly up at him. "so," you hiccuped, "you're here kita." his brows furrowed at you. you grimaced. you knew he wasn't much for alcohol, but a more rebellious part of you thought he deserved to suck it because you didn't even want him here anyway. "mm...kita...." you trailed off, unsure where you were planning to take the start of your sentence. "mm?" kita replied quietly, patiently (like he always was). "'m startin' to think I'll die single." he let out a little scoff, "stop being silly. you're drunk. go to bed." you pouted, "but no one wants to go to bed with me." he flushed, thankfully it seemed you were too drunk to notice, and asked, "how many people have you been going around asking to sleep with?" you grinned at him, "just you." kita swallowed down the words does that mean you want to sleep with me? and instead opted for a choked "ok". you leaned closer. "hey kita...? since I'm drunk..." you ran a finger up his arm. he raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to go on. "since 'm drunk, I was wonderin' if you'd indulge me for a little while..." you said, the last syllables of your sentence coming out in a sigh. "what're you-" the next sound that came from kita's throat was a moan as you lifted your thighs up and placed their plush, softness on his hard, toned ones. you leaned in, whispering in his ear, "j-just.... for a while.... b-but stop me if..." you breathed many of your words in but fuck, he didn't want you to put an end to what he'd literally been dreaming of for so long. you then began your slow, languid pace of rolling your hips against his thighs. at this point, you weren't sure what was real and what was fake... but you knew you were dreaming. but there was no way in real life his thighs were that fucking hard. scratch that, you must be in heaven, because the little pants you're hearing from him are more than you could've ever asked for. his quiet "ah"s made your drunken rhythm turn faster, causing you to snap your hips and begin to roll them against his groin, eliciting a sharp groan from his mouth. "a-ahh... w-we sh-shouldn't..." you licked a stripe up the column of his neck, shutting him up. next, you made your way to the hem of your shirt, pulling at the fabric, all whilst rolling your hips against him. in a few seconds, all that was on was a shear bralette - lingerie, of course - and all that was below. kita took inhaled a sharp breath. he was already rock hard and he had no idea what he was supposed to do other than let you have your way with him. he swore he wouldn't do anything in return. you were drunk... but he couldn't bring himself to pull you off of him. he was enjoying it all too much. he blushed again, but this time in shame. he was disgusting, getting off on your drunken mistake. suddenly, you got off of him, leaving him in a strong feeling of want. he could still feel the ghost of your thighs on his legs. but then you reached for his arm lazily, dragging him over to a bedroom. you weren't sure whose it was, just that you wanted to have your way with your best friend, just for a little while, in this lovely dream. he was so compliant. his reactions were better than you hoped for, and you were living for it.
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pushing him onto the bed, he let out a grunt of surprise. "you know... I go to sleep without my pants on every night... but tonight I just might not wear anything..." kita swallowed thickly, unable to stop himself from imagining your nude form in all its glory, riding his cock. he distantly wondered if you knew what you were doing. you had something in your eyes besides that heady lust and drunkenness that had him questioning something... that maybe, just for a second, there was something there like attraction... like love. slowly, you slid your panties down, exposing your naked cunt. kita took another sharp breath at the sight of you. then, you began to go at taking his own pants off. slowly, you rubbed your hands against his erection, eliciting a groan from him, and reached for his button. unclasping it, you moved onto his zipper, slowly - painfully - moving it down. when his cock sprung free, you gasped at its size. you were shocked that something so big and thick could be hiding in his pants that now seemed entirely in the way. so, you pulled them down, now angling yourself, your entrance and the head of his cock. you both let out a groan when you sunk yourself down onto him.
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kita awoke to you in his arms, naked, and his dick pressed hard against your ass. guilt washed over him again, and he wondered whether he should take his chance to escape before you could wake up and yell at him. thankfully, nothing you did was something he'd forced upon you... he had merely let you do what you wanted to him. when you moaned his name last night he thought he might lose his mind. he leaned forward, careful not to stir you awake, and kissed the top of your head. maybe you would wake up, and instead of horror... just maybe, you'd blush.. and he could tell you how much he loved you, and not just because of what you did last night. it was wishful thinking, but maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way he did.
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just for night? kuroo tetsuro x reader // pt. 2 - his pov [mini fic]
"you're the only one i could call...can you stay with me?" tw: stalking stranger, anxiety, coworkers!au, timeskip!kuroo fear/comfort, language, fem!reader pairing: kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader pt. 1
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I'm in love with her.
I'd already had that suspicion for awhile, but as I awoke with my arm across her chest and he soft breath against my neck, I knew it. It wasn't as if I was trying to fool myself or deny it, it was more like I was trying to pin-point the exact moment it happened. I felt like it was the moment I met her, as cliche as it sounds.
I'd never forget the day she walked into the office. I'd known someone had just gotten hired, but I didn't know how cute she was. she had this infectious smile that had me coming over to her and grinning like an idiot any chance I could get.
this was probably super creepy, but I would purposefully walk by her desk frequently to see if she was having trouble with something just so I could swoop in and help out. she was new, after all. it was hard not to like her when she'd look up at you with those beautiful eyes that I never failed to get lost in. the other guys noticed her too, which I wasn't surprised by...but I did hope secretly that she'd pick me.
one day I discovered a coffee cup on my desk. I wanted it to be from her so badly that I immediately turned to her with a big, dorky half-smile. she flushed and smiled too. she whispered a quiet, "thank you", which made me laugh because she had nothing to thank me for. the rest of that day was a blur. all I could see after I closed my eyes was her. when they were open, they were always searching for those eyes. those beautiful, breath-taking eyes.
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you yawned, “i’m really glad you answered.. and i’m really glad you came and saved me… and…” you yawned again, “…i’m really glad it was you.”
that sentence... that one sentence. it would repeat in my head for the rest of my life. she was glad it was me. she wanted it to be me. I tried my best not to let it go to my head. trying not to let hope in, thinking maybe she wanted me to also be something more than a friend. but... when I'm lying here with her in my arms... it's hard for me to deny the wishful thinking filling up my heart. hoping, yearning.
there was a stirring under my arm and I knew she was awake, so naturally I decided to pretend I was asleep. I was surprised to see she didn't act disgusted or shrug my arm off. instead, I heard a content sigh, and felt her snuggle closer to me. am I still dreaming? I thought to myself while I was lying here, feeling her so closely to me that I could feel her every heartbeat.
when she wakes up, I know I'll have to work up the courage to ask her if all those looks, all those words, all those smiles... if they meant what I'd been hoping for.
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kira-fluff · 9 months
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hi,can you do yn who sleeps with no pants pt3 with kenma and suna please?
sleeping with no pants on | fem!reader x haikyuu!!
a/n: i finally got my new laptop today so it's back to writing ^^
tw: language, NSWF, kenma's is a lil more than that lol (why? idk)
pt. 1 pt. 2
kenma kozume
you liked to sit and watch while kenma gamed, smiling as you heard the curses he said under his breath at a loss, or the smirk at a triumphant win. you laughed to yourself as you sat this time at 3am, recalling how kenma used to wake up early just to play his video games when he was younger. now that he was older, he had the luxury of playing as late as he wanted. the two of you hadn't been dating for very long, still very much in the kiss-hand-holding phase, so you balked in surprise when kenma suddenly said, "hey, are you sleeping here tonight?" while his eyes were still glued to his screen. you choked on your words. this was a big step for you, but not one you didn't want to take. you were just surprised at how causally he had brought the whole topic up. it seemed to shock you too evidently because he then added, "you don't have to though." you shook your head, "no, no, I want to. it's getting late, ken. lets get to bed." normally, kenma would fight tooth and nail to get even one more hour of gaming time like you were his mother, but he also knew it was out of concern that you often asked him to finish for the night. however, this time, kenma felt no need to continue pressing the buttons in rhythm with his console. you decided then and there that you would take the leap, and change in front of him. slowly, you lifted up your shirt. the rustling of fabric caused kenma to turn around in time to see your breasts bounce free from your bra. he whipped his head back in time for you not to see, his ears beet red. "kenma?" you said quietly. "..hmm?" "I-uh--well. so, when I sleep, I can't sleep when I have pants on..." kenma swallowed. "no problem." in all honesty, kenma didn't wear them either. he wore clothes for comfort, not for style, and the same was for sleeping. being able to be free from the confines of clothing was one of his favorite reasons for finally turning to going back to sleep. when you pulled down your shorts, exposing your panties, his eyes pooled with a dark gold. still, he pushed the thoughts away and instead decided it was time for him to head in too. after removing his sweatpants after turning off the light, he heard a little gasp as he slipped into the covers. kenma's bare leg had rubbed against your own. he wasn't wearing pants either? you could scarcely hold yourself together as you searched for things to think about other than the fact that your boyfriend was lying down next to you, pant-less. that morning you awoke in kenma's arms, the warm feeling of his chest against your back. <3
suna rintarou
you and suna ended up sleeping at each other's houses for the night several on several occasions. after watching movie with your best friend since middle school, it was pretty much a given that you didn't care much what the other did. still, you hadn't really reached the gap where you could step in and possibly admit your feelings for him. so, whenever he spent the night or vice versa, you would slide into the bed you both agreed to share (because who really cares?) with your complete pajama set on. you figured you would be going too far if you decided to be comfortable and take off your little shorts. this, of course, made it difficult for you to sleep. you moved around in an effort to get more comfortable, but all that did was rearrange your shorts so they were almost reversed - front in the back, back in the front. you sighed. "why do you keep rolling around like a burrito?" "that makes no sense." you said. "burritos are rolled." he said in the obnoxiously snarky way he speaks when he thinks something is obvious. "why are you awake arguing with me about burritos?" you muttered. "because you woke me up."m "it's just hard for me to fall asleep right now. it's too.. hot in here." "liar. the a/c is on full blast." he said. you sighed again, "well I'm just uncomfortable, ok?" he sat up a little, resting his head on the palm of his hand, his head turned to you. "why?" "it's really stupid and embarrassing." "everything about you is stupid and embarrassing." he smirked. he was rewarded with a flick on his forehead. "shut up, rin." his stare urged you to speak once more. "well," you began, "I can't sleep if my pants or shorts are on." he was quiet for a moment before his voice came out in a rasp, "well then don't wear any." you looked his way, noticing his eyes glowing in the moonlight creeping through the blinds. "but we're...friends." he swallowed thickly. "doesn't mean you can't take your shorts off--" he cut himself off. "it doesn't mean you can't be comfortable. there's covers anyway." you stared at him in apprehension before bringing your hands to your hips below the covers. slowly, you pulled them down, only the sound of the sheets and fabrics ruffling. suna sounded a bit like he was getting hot too because he was panting a bit when you turned to him. you looked at him with a questioning expression. "sorry.." he muttered, "kinda hard to breathe in here with the air quality and stuff." you were well aware the windows were closed and that was probably bullshit, but you decided not to press further. "well, anyway. thanks. goodnight." you smiled meekly, turning to your side. what you weren't aware of was that suna wasn't able to sleep a wink that night, much less when you shoved off the covers while sleeping (I guess you were actually a little bit hot). suna was suffering, truly, as he tried not to stare at the bottom half of you - only panties covering you. the morning couldn't come soon enough for him.
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i hate you (but i'm lying) kuroo tetsuro x f!reader
"i'm going to get promoted, and then i'll be your boss." "not if i get you fired first." kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader | "enemies" to lovers -> coworkers!au, timeskip!kuroo tw: language
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you're stuck with the worst supervisor ever. sure, he's good at his job and he's actually a pretty good leader, too. the problem is, the fucker takes any chance he can get to make fun of you. he particularly enjoys mentioning the fact that he is your direct superior, though thankfully he's not your boss (despite the bullshit he always tells you).
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you had always made an effort to show up early to your job, and if not early, then right on time. in high school, you had a nasty habit of showing up late every morning to your class. so, you swore you'd work your ass off to break the habit and so far you were successful. there was only one time you showed up late, and that was because nothing seemed to go right that morning. you didn't hear your alarm go off so you rushed to get ready in ten minutes, one of the heels in your pair completely broke off, making you rush to go grab another pair, the traffic was horrible on the way to work, you stepped in a puddle on your way in, and the elevator took at least five minute to finally come to the first floor. needless to say, you'd gotten off on the wrong foot that morning (literally). as you stepped in the office, sweating profusely and red in the cheeks from sprinting in heels to the door, you were praising every deity to exist that no one had noticed. until kuroo suddenly showed up, coming out of his office with his arms crossed over his annoyingly muscular chest (i mean seriously, buy bigger shirts, dude! those buttons are hanging on for dear life.) "well, well, well. look who finally showed up." you gave him a deadpan glare and said, "shut the fuck up, kuroo." he tsked, "that's not the way you talk to your boss." you rolled your eyes, "you're not my boss. you're just my supervisor." he smirked, the way he always does, and answered, "you're right. i'm your supervisor. and my job is to delegate." you rose a brow as he went over to his desk, and brought a stack of papers, plopping them into your hands. "now be a good little secretary and bring this to my boss." you gritted your teeth, "i'm not a secretary you sexist piece of shit. i'm an office worker with the same position as all of these men here." kuroo leaned down, so close to your face you could smell the mint on his breath, "right, like all the men here, except me." he leaned back from bending down to your height and winked, "i'll see you in a bit after you drop those off for me." you let out a huff of indignation, but you didn't have the energy to argue with him after the shitty start your morning had already began.
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somewhere along the way, your eye rolls turned into smirking grins, equally torturing him with quips and digging nicknames. he didn't mind though, in fact, you noticed that instead of doing his work every morning, he'd lean against your desk and chat with you (and insult you lightly, of course). "can you move your ginormous body? you're taking up all the space on my desk." "i think you mean gorgeous physique." you grinned, "whatever makes you feel better, slave driver." he faked a hurt expression and said, "hey, you guys are all getting paid! no slaves here." you leaned your head back to look at his face, matching his direct eye contact, "then why am i constantly tortured by you?" he smirked again. "hey, remember, my job is to delegate." you scoffed. "that's just your way of saying you're pawning off all your work onto me. just you wait, i'll get promoted for busting my ass, and the first thing i'll do is fire you." "the boss is talking about giving me a managerial position. better watch for your own job first." you blanched. "wait, really?" he pursed his lips to hold back his laugh, "nah, i'm just fucking with you." you squinted your eyes and your cheeks widened into a wicked smile. "i bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, tetsuro?" to your surprise, his throat bobbed, his eyes widening. his words came out in a choke, "...that's a new one." one more win for you. or at least you thought so. you noticed a little while after he was acting kind of weird around you. he'd still lean against your desk and talk with you, but sometimes you'd catch him staring a little bit too long. when you had a question about some formatting of a document on the computer, he practically took up all your personal space as he leaned in close, nearly enveloping you in a hug behind you as he reached over your body to grab your mouse and click around to show you. you'd made the mistake of taking a strong whiff of his perfume...which smelled like the best thing on earth. one day you'd been a little shy, but decided to work up the courage to wear a short little pencil skirt to work. a small slit rode up your thigh, leaving very little up for imagination. your were expecting some kind of insult about how you looked like some kind of roleplaying stripper or something, but instead, you were met with a speechless kuroo. his eyes kept flitting to your skirt, then back at your eyes, which, by the way, his eyes were big as saucers. it was strange, but you wrote it off as him just having a rough morning or something. your suspicion was further proved correct when he didn't come over like normal and lean against your desk. instead, he stayed holed up in his office, probably making calls. when you'd come in to ask him a question regarding some of the sales department's statistics, he seemed to be so busy he didn't look away from his papers. when you moved closer, his eyes were forced to look up at you, and when they did, he swallowed thickly. maybe he's not feeling well today, you thought. you walked around the desk and up to his chair. leaning on leg against his seat, centimeters away from his thighs, you put a hand on his forehead. he took in a sharp breath, turning his head away from you. "hey, are you feeling sick or something? you're barely looking at me today and you haven't even stopped by my desk to bother me. are you swamped with work? make sure you're taking care of yourself, too, okay?"
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fuck. she is way too close. his face flushed, hopefully not discernable to your clueless eye. he'd tried all morning not to stare at your ass and yet here you were, airheaded as ever, with your short skirt and thighs - oh god, your thighs - practically sitting on top of his own. he turned his head away, because jesus, how clueless are you? your tits are level with his face, damn it, he could see the color of your bra though your thin white shirt. stop it. don't go there. that's the last thing we need. his breath was becoming short, coming out in light pants that he prayed you didn't notice. would she notice if he crossed his legs? it's getting harder (literally) to hide himself. he inwardly sighed. you always seemed to miss his clearly obvious signals that he was falling for you. let's face it, he already has. he remembers your first day, when you showed up, bowing to him with your big, happy, smile. when you smiled, truly smiled, it felt like you were sunshine in human form. god, you're so beautiful. his boss was always giving him shit for it. it seemed everyone in the office knew he was head over heels for you, except you. his thoughts were interrupted when you suddenly stopped, turning your head so you could face him directly, inches away from your lips touching. he couldn't stop himself from looking down at them, which was a huge mistake. you looked at him, a small bit of worry across your face. "...tetsuro...?" (he loved it when you called him by his first name). "are you... mad at me?" he rose a brow. "no..? what made you think i was?" you frowned, "well, sometimes i think you might hate me." his browns narrowed. "i'm flirting with you, you moron." your eyes widened and your face turned bright red. you spoke in a whisper, "oh." his eyes moved down to your lips again and then back up at your eyes, a question in them that was so obvious to you now that you didn't even have to nod. your lips crashed into his, and damn if he didn't feel like he died and went to heaven. or was dreaming, for that matter. god only knows how many nights he was woken up with images of you kissing him or looking at him with the eyes yours sometimes made that gave him a bit of hope that you felt the same way. he felt punished by the dreams where you not only loved him with your amazing personality, but pleased him with your body as well. he swiped his tongue against your lips, earning a gasp from you that not only made him smirk, but gave him entrance into your mouth. you let out a little moan that drove him crazy. his hands wrapped around your waist as he hoisted you up onto his lap. you couldn't help grinding against him, and feeling his hardness beneath you. finally, your lips parted. you both gasped for breaths, looking into each others eyes with equally dilated pupils. he looked down at your lips before saying, "are you free tonight?" you smirked, "i think i can check and see if i can fit you into my schedule. you know how busy i am." he shook his head, smiling. "pick you up at 8?" you nodded, "i'll text you my address." as you leaned in for another hungry kiss.
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and so did you ever hate each other? no. but it's more fun to pretend you do, no?
a/n: i LOVED this idea and i lowkey wrote it based lightly off of a relationship i have between a coworker (obviously not this romantic though, lol, we're just buds). i hope you like it!
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kira-fluff · 1 year
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Hi! Could you please write headcanons for Kuroo about having a small but very pretty s/o! Like her beauty is really glowing and cute! She can be a model! She is famous too in school but not on social media! How would he act when other people are trying to get to know her?
kuroo tetsuro x pretty!reader
a/n: all my readers are beautiful and gorgeous, so the self-insert is just for you <3 also, sorry for tagging incorrectly in the past! going forward i'll be fixing that! tw: cursing
he would LIVE for the height difference
like, he can't get enough of it
constantly wonders how he bagged you (yaku wonders the same thing)
you're notoriously well-known around your school as a gorgeous third-year
when you walk in the halls, everyone seems to stare at you
you didn't seem to notice for some reason
he'd never forget the say he saw the light shine on your beautiful hair as if flowed after you
he was smitten ever since
kuroo actually was able to start talking to you when yaku managed to get you to be the nekoma volleyball manager
safe to say, he was incredibly nervous
he wasn't sure how to talk to you
after all, out of all the guys in the school, why would you choose him?
when you started dating, he can sometimes be a little protective
he can see the look in other guys eyes when they see you, and he isn't a fan
he knows you can handle yourself, but dammit, why do you have to be so fucking beautiful?
"so, do you want to be our manager? come on, i know you'll have fun!" the short boy begged you, looking at you with pleading eyes. you'd always had a hard time saying "no" to people, so after some contemplation, you nodded your head. you weren't sure what you just got yourself into, but hopefully, you'd at least find it rewarding.
- you wandered into the gymnasium, looking for the coach in order to hear more of the fine details that the manager's position entailed. as you gazed around, you only saw an extremely tall boy talking to a much shorter one who was scrolling lazily on his phone. "excuse me? um, i was wondering where the coach was? i just want to make sure i'm doing the whole 'manager' thing right." you smiled, tilting your head up in order to gaze at the tall black-haired man. he smiled back down at you. "i'm the coach, actually." you opened your mouth to give a greeting and moved to bow before he laughed loudly, "i'm just messing with you. i'm kuroo tetsuro, the captain of nekoma's volleyball team." you face flamed in embarrassment as you let out a little laugh, "nice to meet you, kuroo, my name is y/n y/l/n." he gave a little smirk before saying, "so, you wanna know what you're supposed to do? i can help you with that." you nodded along, thankful that you didn't have to stand around awkwardly more than you already were. "by the way, this here's kenma kozume. he's a second year." kenma gave a quiet "hi" before resuming his game. he seemed nice enough, if not a little reclusive. you opened the manager's team stat records. as you asked questions, you felt his breath on your neck. he was leaning over you, pointing to parts that would help you understand better. you blushed as you smelled the light scent of his cologne (or was it deodorant?). either way, it smelled good. at one point, you'd turned after he made a joke, causing the two of you to be face-to-face with each other, inches apart. his throat bobbed, then he turned, coughing into his hand. you noticed he'd moved a bit to give you and him some space. finally, the practice began.
- you carefully filled up the yellow water bottles in order to be prepared for the team's end-of-practice cooldown. suddenly, your neck prickled. you turned and noticed striking yellow eyes on your figure. he looked down, then up, then turned away, his expression unreadable. you rose a brow, then continued to fill up the drinks, lest you face the wrath of the coach (even though it was your first day, you didn't want to mess anything up). finally, practice had ended and you could safely say that it wasn't as bad as you thought it was going to be. after all, the captain was kind and handsome. you wished you'd been able to talk to him without being as awkward, but you figured that would hopefully come with time. a boy you'd only recently learned was named tora came bounding up to you, asking you about your hobbies and whether you had a boyfriend, and if you were looking to date. then, out of nowhere, a volleyball was thrown right at the center of his head. he turned and glared at none other than kuroo tetsuro who said, "stop interrogating her and help take the net down!" looked at you for a moment more before sighing and joining in along with the other players.
- "he wasn't bothering you was he? because if he was, i can certainly talk to him." kuroo said to you, leaning on the doorframe of the empty club room - well, empty besides the two of you. you laughed, "i'm pretty sure he was just curious." "he was hitting on you." "do you not like it when other guys hit on me?" you joked. "yes." you froze. "why?" his blazing eyes met yours. "because, i like you. I've known you since first year... and I've always thought you were beautiful." you flushed bright red. "well, then why did you never ask me out?" he ran a hand through his dark hair, "isn't it obvious? you're gorgeous, i would never have a chance with you." you walked closer to him, "and you decided that yourself?" you placed a hand on his arm. he gulped, his eyes wide. "well, if it's not too late to ask now, can i take you out on a date?" you grinned, "i would love it." he gazed at you, surprised, with the biggest grin you'd ever seen. "I'll see you at seven on Friday, then?"
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kira-fluff · 1 year
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i don’t usually post my art but for once i actually kinda liked it so here’s me n my fave ❤️
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kira-fluff · 1 year
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back from my uni break hiatus ♡
back from break and saw i'm at 2,000 followers... WHAT?!?! maybe i'll do an event? lmk what you think ^^
also! if you sent me requests i promise i see them i am just slow going trying to decide what i want to write next at the current moment. currently stuck in xiao brainrot...
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hey baby! how are you feeling? <3
saw that your requests were open so i wanted to ask a few things so i don’t waste your time. doyou accept drabble requests or just headcannons?
and also, do you write for semi eita?
hello lovely! ♡ i absolutely accept drabbles/fics/headcannons! i'll update my rules to make it a little more clear :) and also I LOVE SEMI SO MUCH ABSOLUTELY I WRITE FOR HIMMMM ♡ ♡ ♡ 
ty for asking~~~
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𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 || 𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖏𝖚 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖇𝖆
pairing: single!dad!taiju shiba x fem!teacher!reader tw: suggestive (fluff to smut), shower sex, taiju being a service dom, adhd!child (cuz taiju has adhd change my mind), language, references to tokyo rev [spoilers] about taiju's back story and arc, mentions of therapy because no one talks about taiju's redemption for some reason, dead spouse, guilt, mentions of god bc taiju is canonically very religious, virgin!reader, handjob/bj a/n: so fun fact i'm an education major lmfao and i love taiju so much this was a shameless word vomit because i love my major and taiju aight - yes i changed the formatting again sorry lol also omggg we're almost to 2k followers i can't believe it!
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every classroom has at least one student that you liked to call "the student you loved the most". this student was typically the student with the most behavioral issues in your classroom. this term, "the student you loved the most" wasn't sarcastic - you recognized that these students were often really the ones who needed the most love.
one of the most important things you learned while running your kindergarten classroom was that the behaviors you saw in the classroom did not reflect the child's character, but rather, their poor coping skills with something going on in their life.
the same could be said about one of your students - koji shiba. he was truly such a bright child, yet not only did he struggle with attention deficit disorder, but he frequently disrupted recess with physical fights with other boys his age. you frequently wrestled with how to handle his struggles. on one hand, you understood that these outbursts stemmed from his adhd... but you were almost certain there was something else that you weren't seeing. however, your meeting with his parents was arriving quickly.
koji sat next to you at recess, a bruised elbow and a bleeding knee (all patched up now, thankfully, because you started bringing a first aid kit to recess). he was scowling, looking down at the ground with his arms crossed.
you kneeled down to look at him at the same level, "koji, could you tell me what happened?"
"he was lookin' at me like i was stupid."
you eyed him for a moment before showing concern, "koji, do you remember what i said we should do when we are having big emotions?"
he avoided your gaze, turning his head away from you as he replied, "nuh-uh."
you gave a patient smile, "when we have big emotions, we don't have to handle them all by ourselves. do you know why?"
he shook his head.
you continued, "because otherwise, those big emotions get bigger and bigger until we can't handle them anymore because they're so heavy!"
he looked pensive for a moment before saying, "'m sorry i punched him. i didn't mean it."
"i know you didn't, your big emotions just got a little too heavy. but who do you think you should be apologizing to right now?"
he lowered his head, pointing toward the boy who was running around the playground with a big bandage on his cheek. with an encouraging nod from you, he slid off the bench, making his way over to the boy. you watched from afar to ensure that both boys were safe, smiling as you saw koji sheepishly apologize to the boy with his head down, scuffing the sand with his foot. from what you could read from the other boy's body language, he seemed like he didn't mind too much, offering a smile and shrug and even inviting koji to play.
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sometime later that day, koji came up to you with a big grin on his face. tapping your arm gently, you turned to him as he said, "miss y/l/n, you're my favorite teacher. i like you."
you held back a laugh at his cuteness (and the fact that you're the only teacher he's ever had). "thank you koji, that means a lot." you ruffled his hair, "i'm so excited to tell your parents what good choices you made today!"
"oh, it's just me and dad."
your eyes widened and you quickly searched his eyes for any signs of sadness or uncomfortability. however, he seemed rather relaxed and even unbothered, though you supposed sometimes kids weren't able to fully process things like that at this age.
you decided to reply in kind, "what's dad like? is he as cool as you?"
you beamed as his eyes lit up, "oh yeah! dad is super cool! maybe even cooler than me! he used to beat up tons of guys.. but he says i better not because that's not nice. dad was in a gang when he was younger so he could beat up all the other kids' dads if they try to mess with me!" he replied proudly, puffing out his chest.
you laughed outright at that, "he does sound pretty cool."
"yeah, and he's single!"
you nearly choked on your own spit. this parent-teacher conference was going to be interesting, you knew that for sure. a former gang member? you couldn't help your mind wander to what he looked like, imaging tattoos, piercings, and the like.
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[taiju's pov]
koji had been going on and on about his teacher since the first day of school. it was a different story every day but usually included the same statements: "she's so pretty!", "she's so nice", "she lets me play with my pencil during lessons to help me listen", "she didn't yell at me when i wasn't paying attention" - all things considered, she sounded like a great teacher. which was good because, well, for most of koji's life he didn't have a mother figure. his aunt who would've been present otherwise was currently in college (as she should be!) and wasn't near our home. but, i think koji felt an absence without his mother, even if he never said anything or didn't even realize it.
it wasn't long after koji was born that we lost her to a car accident on her way to her first day back at work from maternity leave. there wasn't any use in blamin' myself for it anymore and god knows how much fuckin' money i've spent on therapy just trying to fix myself even before all that shit happened.
i swore after the way that i treated hakkai and yuzuha that i'd fix myself and never do that to my family ever again. i struggled for years with unbearable self-hatred at the way i'd treated them. even then, it's a struggle i have to bear because at the end of the day, my therapist says i gotta be kind to myself, too, or some bullshit like that. that i "had a lot on my back as the oldest" and that i "didn't learn good copin' mechanisms". wasn't diagnosed with adhd and a trauma disorder until i was fuckin' 30. still, to me it sounded all like excuses.. still does if i'm honest.
she was the one who taught me to see past myself - past my past self and instead look toward livin' in the present. my late wife was the one who brought me back from the hell i was livin' in day in and day out, and i'll never forget her for that.
my thoughts were interrupted by my son.
"dad, why are we goin' back to school during nighttime?"
"'s time for the meetin' between your teacher and me," i smiled, turning toward koji who started skipping excitedly.
i've met his teacher once before, but only for a moment as introductions were done at the beginning of the year to make sure koji got his school supplies. embarrassingly, though, i could barely remember what she looked like.
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"you're mr. shiba, right? sorry, i'm still trying to connect all of the names to faces," you smiled, bowing to greet koji's father.
"big" was an understatement. this man was massive. you mustn't have realized it last time because you were speaking to a whole crowd of parents from the front of the classroom while they were all sitting, but holy shit, this guy is enormous. similar to your image of a gang member, mr. shiba sported tattoos along his neck that likely trailed down to his chest from what you could see from his suit. no piercings though, contrary to your imagery, however. he must be at least 6'4 from what you could see and incredibly muscular.
realizing you were staring, you cleared your throat awkwardly and motioned for him to take a seat as you took yours, toji following suit as well. your cheeks flushed as you noticed a hint of a smirk on his face as he took his seat.
you folded your hands on top of your desk. "first of all, i wanted to just say that koji is an incredibly intelligent and gifted young man." you smiled toward koji, "but we're still working on making the right choice, however, when we have really big feelings."
mr. shiba raised an eyebrow, "so, he's been actin' up?" he turned toward his son with an expression that clearly said "we'll talk about this later", to which koji shrunk in his chair.
you leaned in closer, raising your voice a little, "i-i want to clarify that after koji and i talk after he makes a mistake, he tries his very best to fix it and make the right choice, mr. shiba."
"you can call me taiju. i've heard about some of the hittin' stuff from the principal, but is there more?"
"sometimes he struggles with paying attention in class, but this is something we are working on as a team, as you know. he is able to do mathematics at least two grade levels above his peers, so i think as long as we continue to practice redirection techniques he'll continue to succeed."
the conversation continued on longer than you anticipated, and you were grateful then that taiju and koji were your last meeting of the day. the conversation went from speaking of koji's behavior and overall developmental and academic success to things of a more casual nature. taiju, you found, was incredibly sweet. he had a way of getting you to laugh when you least expected it. koji got bored pretty early on in the conversation and began to color at his desk instead. taiju showed a great amount of courtesy, smiling softly while you talked and nodding along as you spoke.
in a moment of silence in your conversation, you looked at the clock and realized that it was already seven o'clock.
"oh, i guess it's getting rather late. thank you so much for meeting with me mr. shi-- taiju," you laughed, "and i look forward to seeing how koji grows this year!"
"pleasures all ours, right koji?" the little boy nodded enthusiastically as taiju moved him toward the classroom exit door. just as he was about to move through the threshold, he turned around once more.
"...have ya eaten yet?"
you looked up from your notes, startled, "dinner? ah, i had a late lunch..."
he eyed you for a moment, "... do ya wanna get dinner? ...with koji and i? on me, of course."
"oh, i couldn't impose on you.."
"ya wouldn't be imposin', i offered."
you mulled it over for a moment then replied, "well, if you insist.."
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following your impromptu dinner, you and taiju seemed to get closer. he had your number already because it was on the teacher-parent relationship form he'd received from the beginning of the year, but you'd found each other in the habit of texting each other almost every day. little did you know, this was something out of the ordinary for taiju, as he was rarely on his phone unless he needed it for business work.
taiju didn't know when it started, but that feeling he had once felt with his late wife... it was back.
he knew it was because of you. and that feeling - peace - was something that had seemed too foreign for so many years. the moment he met you again.. saw the way you were looking at him up and down, he knew that he was already falling for you. it was strange because taiju usually didn't let people in very easily, but with you, it was as if all his walls came down immediately. after months of spending time with you, seeing how you treated his son like he was your own.. he knew he couldn't ever let you go. he had to have you. and it was at that moment he knew he was in love.
but... did he really deserve you? he already felt that perhaps god wasn't going to give him another chance after his first love left this world. but slowly, he decided that made it was ok to be selfish again. that maybe if it was you, god would forgive him for wanting more. he reasoned that you would be such a great mom to koji some day, if you loved him back.
if you loved him back.
taiju was blind to the way you longingly gazed at him, wishing for something more. you wrestled with the ethical reasons first. was it wrong to date one of your student's fathers? after wrestling with that issue and your heart one, it was on to another challenge. what if he didn't like you back? after all, he'd opened up to you about his late wife.. explaining that she was no longer in this world... would his heart be ready and open to love someone else again? maybe he was just extremely kind, though you couldn't ignore the way you sometimes caught him looking at you... but you reasoned that it must be something you were trying to see rather than reality.
everything changed one night.
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"thanks for tonight, again... i had fun." you shyly brushed away a stray hair behind your ear as you stood at taiju's doorstep. you'd had yet another one of your little "dinners" ("dates"?) with taiju as koji was at hakkai's for the night.
taiju remained silent, staring down at you. his eyes flicking between your own, and down at your lips. self-consciously, you licked them, swallowing in the uncomfortable silence.
"...is everything okay, taiju?"
his brows furrowed, "....can't..back.....you..."
you raised an eyebrow, moving closer, "what did you say taiju?"
he shuffled his feet closer to you, his hands ghosting over your hips, asking permission. "...i can't hold back anymore with you..."
you placed your hands over his, moving them securely onto your hips as you leaned even closer. "you don't need to hold back, taiju.." you stared at him, eyes hooded with desire.
he sucked in a deep breath, "i hope you know what you're gettin' yourself into."
you carded your hands gently through his hair, then ran them down his cheeks.
he searched your face for any indication of protest before he held more firmly to your waist. then, he leaned in, though he couldn't help himself, and did so rather rapidly, crashing his lips into yours. you felt something stir in your stomach as his lips pressed against yours and a moan escaped your mouth, thus allowing him entrance into your mouth. you felt his wet tongue roam around your mouth in between breathy pants and sharp curses. he moved in closer to you, one of his knees sliding in between your legs as he pushed you up against the door of his home, only the sounds of your moans and his curses between the two of you.
you couldn't hold back any longer, either, as you began to grind your clothed cunt against his black slacks, eliciting a sharp heave from taiju.
"fuck, just like that..." he breathed out between pants, once more encasing your lips in his.
you whimpered as you felt his hands lightly skim below the hem of your shirt. you leaned even closer, if that was at all possible, whispering a soft, "please" in his ear.
he growled, picking you up by the back of your knees and hauling you over his shoulder as you yelped in surprise. he hurriedly thrust open the door to his home, lugging you to his bedroom. he then placed you down, standing up just near the edge of his bed.
he drank in the sight of you as he reached toward his belt, preparing to unbuckle it, when you covered your hand over his.
"wait... can... can i?"
his eyebrows rose as a smirk grew on his face, "ya don't have to ask me twice."
he moved in closer to continue to kiss you as you fumbled to unbuckle his belt, then slide his slacks down his legs. while you continued your ministrations, he worked at unbuttoning your blouse. he could scarcely breathe as he took in the beautiful sight of your tits as they bounced free from your bra - a laced one - he noted. you were so beautiful.
"don't know what i did 't deserve this.."
"taiju, you don't ever need to earn love."
he kissed you again, moving his hands down to trace the outline of your ass. you were wearing a skirt, much to his pleasure, so he slipped his fingers under the hem, skirting his fingers against your thighs.
"jesus, fuck, yer already so fucking wet."
you moaned as his dexterous fingers moved between your thighs, then up toward your waistline, yanking your panties down to your knees.
without an ounce of hesitation, he stuffed a finger into your needy hole, groaning as he felt you clamp around his finger. he then began thrusting in and out of your cunt, adding another finger.
"ah, right there.." you moaned, feeling tears already pooling in your eyes.
"yer so fuckin' pretty, ya know that? so fuckin' pretty for me."
you could only whimper as you felt him continue to thrust his long fingers in and out of you with an almost inhuman speed.
suddenly, he withdrew his fingers from your drooling cunt and picked you up by your ass, tossing you gently onto the bed.
"i can make you feel even better than that," he promised.
without any other warning, he readjusted so his head was just between your legs, and began slowly licking at your wetness, using his finger to flick your clit.
"you taste so fuckin' good," he moaned, "'m already so fuckin' hard for you and i haven't even taken off yer damn skirt yet," he noted as your skirt had merely been pushed further above you, resting a few inches below your tits.
his mouth worked wonders as he lapped at your cunt, drinking you up as you moaned your praises while you gripped his hair tightly. he continued to drink you up as you shook with pleasure until you gripped his hair a little tighter, "taiju, taiju 'm close!"
you cried as he pulled back, your juices covering his face.
he let out a soft chuckle, "don't worry, darlin'. 's okay if i...?"
"yes, yes, please, taiju," you begged, bucking your hips up to try to convey your need and desire.
his eyes were nearly black with lust and he slipped off his boxers. and goddammit, you took in his rock-hard cock, and you weren't sure if you'd be able to take it. everything about this man was massive from his broad shoulders and wide chest that was covered in tattoos.. to even his fat cock, dripping with precum. it was red-hot as he guided it to your hole. you clenched tightly just around the tip and he sucked in a deep breath.
"jesus, doll, 'm not even half-way in," he quipped.
"i-i.. don't know if it's.. gonna fit, taiju," you worried.
"i'll be slow, if ya worried... shit, are you a virgin?"
you blushed a deep red, turning away and nodding.
"fuck, i didn't think i could get any harder. look at what ya do to me, doll."
you slowly turned, looking once more at his angry red rip. you could practically feel his heartbeat inside of you as he pushed deeper into you, ever so slowly. the deeper he went, the closer he leaned into you, readjusting as he took you into his arms.
"y-you can go faster now, taiju.."
sweat was dripping off of him as he tentatively asked, "ya sure?"
you nodded, "'m ready for you."
he couldn't have held back even if he tried after hearing you say that and he began immediately thrusting into you, his pace quickly gaining speed.
"ah-AH taiju!" you called his name, and he let out another groan, thrusting into you harder. you felt so hot..it was unlike any other sensation you'd ever felt before. the tight knot in your belly coiled further almost toward its breaking point.
and all at once, you shouted out his name, cumming onto his cock as he continued to thrust into you, attentively slowing his pace for a moment. just the sound of your yelps of his name, your moans of pleasure, it was enough to make him go insane. he'd never admit to you the hundreds of times he'd woken up in a sweat in his bed, his cock hardened as he dreamt of fucking you until you saw stars. he'd imagined how you'd sound, but nothing could compare to the sweet sound of reality. you were so fucking beautiful. the thought alone was enough to make him let out a loud moan before he quickly pulled out, releasing his seed into the bed sheets. he couldn't help it as his lips met your own sloppily as he muttered praise and curses, telling you just how lovely you are.
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"let's clean you up, yeah?"
you nodded shyly, following him to the bathroom where he turned on the shower. you took the opportunity as he was turned around to hug him tightly from behind, muttering a quiet, "i love you."
he froze and for a moment you thought he was uncomfortable before he replied just as softly, "i love you too. so much."
the shower was warm against your hot skin, and you nearly melted as taiju worked at rubbing the shampoo into your hair gently. gaining a bit of confidence, you smiled mischievously and let your hand wander down to his cock. you were pleased to find it was already semi-hard. he took in a sharp breath, "quit teasin' me."
you turned around, letting the water wash the shampoo out of your hair as you replied, "i wanna make you feel good, too."
you swore his brain short-circuited what with the way his eyes bulged out of his head, eyebrows raised nearly to his hairline. however, just as quickly, a smug grin overtook his surprise. "gettin' bold already?"
not allowing him a chance to one-up you, you dropped to your knees, grasping his fat, drooling cock in your hand. you laughed as you heard him nearly choke in shock.
you gave his cock a few pumps before replacing your hand with your mouth, teasing the tip with your tongue as you heard him groan loudly from above you. you hummed, the vibrations sending chills down his body as you leaned further onto his cock, taking him in your mouth. he sighed breathily, stroking your hair and muttering, "just like that... yer so perfect..."
you hollowed out your cheeks, trying your best to take him fully. taiju, on the other hand, tried to be conscious of you, but he couldn't help thrusting his hips into you, causing you to gag. how the fuck were you so good at this?
you continued to suck him off and, unsurprisingly, taiju couldn't hold on for very long (he was beginning to realize in almost every case he couldn't hold back when it came to you). he made sure to warn you that he was about to cum, letting his seed splatter onto the shower floor.
"yer so good to me, doll. i hope ya know how much i love you."
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you awoke to tangled limbs and messy hair and above all, perfection. everything was just right. taiju slept softly next to you, his strong arms embracing you tightly as you slept together.
maybe one more hour couldn't hurt.
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a/n: lmfao remember when i only wrote fluff? lmfaooooo anywhere here's this shit
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"can you pretend to be my boyfriend?"
pairing: osamu miya x reader (haikyuu!!) a/n: unfortunately based off a true story. tw: anxiety, bullying, swearing, threatening
you sidled yourself in a seat next to your good friend. "heeeeey 'samu~" you grinned.
"what do ya want?"
"can i not just want to greet my amazing friend?"
he gave you a skeptical look and you blanched. "well, uhm..."
"if it's my food ya want, yer not gettin' it." he grumbled, selfishly sucking more milk through his straw.
"can you be my boyfriend?"
comically, osamu proceeded to spew the milk in his mouth out in shock, nearly missing atsumu who sat across the table, much to both of their dismay.
wiping some milk from his mouth, osamu managed to choke out a strained, "yer for real..?"
you blinked, then flushed, "i-i-i meant for pretend, i mean it!" you bit your lip, "there's this girl who recently decided she doesn't like me. i'm not sure why... but she started telling rumors and lies about me to other people.....including her boyfriend. and...and.. he's super intimidating..." you looked away, "'samu, he came up to me the other day and said that if i mess with 'his girl'... that i'd 'regret it'....'samu, i'm scared. it's silly, right? but.. but it would just make me feel safer.."
a warm hand fell on your shoulder, "'s not silly. 's a threat. do ya want me 'ta take care of him?"
you shook your head quickly, "n-no! i just... i need you to just.. pretend. i know it's weird, but it would mean a lot to me, okay?"
osamu eyed you up and down before saying, "why me?"
your eyes widened and you once again couldn't look him in the eye. after all, it'd be pretty lame to confess after he so blatantly shot you down a few minutes ago. "well, you're my best 'guy' friend. and you're pretty much built like a greek god--"
he smirked, amused, "ya think 'm built like a greek god?"
"i'm still here, guys, keep the flirting to a minimum," piped in atsumu.
you both turned in unison to him, identically saying, "shut up, 'tsumu."
you cleared your throat, "anyway, you're bulky and strong and could definitely beat him in a fight."
"obviously."
"so will you help me... please?"
osamu's resolve seemed to waver the longer your stared into his eyes with a begging expression. to be honest, the moment he'd heard that some guy was harassing you, he was beyond pissed off and was ready to agree to just about anything you asked of him. but, once he found out that you had also wanted to be his (albeit, pretend) girlfriend? it seemed like the perfect opportunity to show you what it could really be like.. and how much he loved you.
"i guess." he said, his cheeks slightly flushing.
it shocked you that he had agreed. after all, this is osamu you're talking about. he scarcely looked your way, much less harbored any idea of you being his girlfriend. and yet here you were, walking down the halls, holding hands. he avoided your gaze, though you knew him well enough to know he wasn't annoyed with you, just embarrassed, which you had expected.
what you hadn't expected, however, was that girl. you call her that girl because you honestly didn't know her name. only that she despised you. you frowned, recalling the numerous times your friends walked up to you telling you she'd said you were "annoying" or that she was surprised you were ever invited to anything what with the way you make everything about yourself. you knew your friends meant well but a part of you wished they'd never told you. you weren't exaggerating when you say that you are a "drama-free" person. you seemed to always be the last one to hear the gossip going around and certainly the last to spread anything. it upset you that despite your best efforts someone had decided that you were irritating enough to make comments to others about. you tried to not take things personally, you really did, but when you'd heard her talking about you while you were in a bathroom stall, it took all of your strength to hold back your tears. unfortunately, because you're drama-free, you also aren't the most confrontational person. rather, you preferred confrontation when the other people didn't seem to take anything anyone ever did personally. you thought back on yourself, searching for anything you could've done wrong to bother her but after much consolation from friends, turned up nothing. still, a part of you felt like it was all your fault. maybe you could've tried harder to be extra kind to her?
you were broken out of your thoughts by a squeeze to your hand. making eye contact with that girl, she rolled her eyes and turned, walking the other way. osamu looked down at you in concern as your brows furrowed in a hurt expression.
"do ya even know her?"
"..no."
"then why should you care what she says or thinks?"
"because, 'samu, it's not that easy. i can tell myself it doesn't matter and that i shouldn't care but that doesn't make it so. it doesn't rewire my brain to stop caring about what other people think. no matter how hard i try."
he was silent for a moment, contemplating something.
then, he lightly caressed your cheek with the palm of his hand, smiling softly. "i guess i can't change yer mind... but i can remind you that the people who are actually worth yer time won't make some round-about shitty way of telling ya they have a problem with ya."
you smiled warily, though he had to admit he said exactly what you needed to hear. besides that, you noticed you'd definitely chosen the right guy - his acting skills as your boyfriend were superior. your eyes wandered around to the gaze of your fellow peers as some cooed not-so-subtly at osamu's public display of affection.
your gaze returned to his as he eyed you up and down. "ya sure yer alright?"
"positive."
"ya know it's okay not to be fine all the time."
you laughed lightly, "thanks, 'samu. but really, I think I'm okay. i just can't think about it or it'll make me all upset again."
"wanna come over tonight? thankfully i'm makin' dinner and not atsumu," he grinned.
you conservation switched to various other topics as you both walked down the hall before he had to go to volleyball practice.
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"didn't i tell you what happens to bitches who mess with my girl?" a gruff voice called behind you.
you froze, regretting the fact that you neglected to bring your phone with you during your lunch break and were subsequently now completely alone with some gorilla-faced man who spoke gravelly like he wasn't in high school at all. slowly turning, you cowered, "i-i don't think i did anything wrong.."
immediately his fist slammed against your locker. "obviously you fuckin' did if my girl is tellin' me you've been a fuckin' problem!"
"i-i-i don't even know who she is," you defended, moving your hands to shield your face in fear.
"bullshit."
you screamed as you felt a hand tightly grab your wrist and you squeezed your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the impact of a fist. after a few moments, you opened them, shocked to see osamu standing in front of you, shielding you from the gruff boyfriend.
"get a load of this guy," osamu smiled sardonically, "getting involved in his girlfriend's drama because she can't handle it herself? you must be her hero."
the man grit his teeth hard, winding up for a punch that osamu immediately countered, without breaking a sweat.
"you take that back you fuckin' piece of shit!" he growled, aiming for a blow to osamu's kneecap. "how the fuck does a prick like you even know this stupid bitch anyway." he continued, seemingly adding fuel to the fire.
osamu's eyes widened with a fiery rage, "you don't get to talk like that about my girlfriend." within seconds, the man was pummeled to the ground and osamu's fist connected against his face repeatedly until you pulled osamu away.
as if the situation wasn't already at its worst, that girl came running down the hall. "you BITCH! how dare you do this to my man! i fucking knew you were a rat." she paused for a moment before letting out a shriek of laughter, "oh? what's this? there's no fucking way you managed to get a boyfriend. what, you finally found someone willing to fuck you for a price?" she giggled, "osamu miya, was it? tell me, how much is she paying you to play pretend?"
osamu ground down on his teeth dangerously as he eyed the girl with contempt. "I'll have you know that i asked her out and was lucky enough for her to say yes."
she forced out another laugh, "then you're both pathetic! a match made in heaven."
you willed the tears to stay in your eyes, not wanting to give the girl the power of knowing that she hurt you, that she made you cry. you whispered something even you could barely hear.
"what was that? finally apologizing to me?"
you narrowed your eyes, looking her directly in her own as you raised your voice, "I said 'LEAVE US ALONE!'" you screamed with all you had in you.
she smirked, seemingly only a little fazed by your outburst. "fine, I'll leave. as soon as you prove you guys are actually dating. 'cause, like, there's no way, right babe?!" her boyfriend grunted out a laugh from his position on the floor.
this is the end. you thought. i'm gonna have to confess that i made this whole thing up and then i'm never going to hear the end of it. you sent a worried look to osamu who was already inches from your face. you tried to back away in shock, but his hand found purchase on the small of your back. he pulled you in tightly before taking your chin in between his index and thumb. his eyes conveyed a message you couldn't quite decifer.
yet, the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. it wasn't at all the sort of chaste or reluctant kiss you were expecting, but one filled with hunger and desire. you returned in equal force, intertwining your fingers in his gray-brown locks. you could've sworn you'd heard a guttural groan as you shifted your leg in between his. when you at last separated, the girl and her boyfriend were gone. it was just the two of you.
osamu looked down at your lips once more before meeting your eyes. "hey."
you laughed breathily, "hey."
"do ya wanna date fer real?"
you answered with another eager kiss.
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reacting to tease!reader x tokyo revengers pt. 2
a/n: the way i evilly laughed writing this... also.. i can't believe i'm almost to 2k followers that's crazy guys ily tw: language, name calling (rindou's), suggestive obvi (nsfw) tokyo rev masterlist pt. 1
rindou haitani rindou has working hard at fighting with his twin, taking turns defeating opponent after opponent in the way only they (and perhaps the kawata twins) could. yet, he couldn't completely concentrate despite being in a battle. because, there you were, biting your lip at him on the sidelines, completely unaffected by the blood shed - only a look of pure lust in your eyes. he groaned and rolled his eyes, willing his eyes to pry away from your own. chewing the inside of his cheek, he begged himself to focus on the battle at hand. it wasn't like it was difficult by any means, but he wasn't about to give you the satisfaction of pulling his concentration away from a fight with just a look. he bit down at the thought of the smug smirk you'd have on your face, prideful that you'd distracted him so. aggravatingly, rindou found his eyes wandering back to your own. this time, your eyes met his and you let out a little whimper, grabbing at your tits beneath your shirt. he shook his head, nearly missing some gang member's right hook. you'd be the goddamn death of him. literally. the more he thought about you and what the fuck he'd do to you the moment this stupid fucking battle was over.. just how much you'd pay for what you did to him, the faster his fists moved, pummeling men to the ground at lightning speed. he didn't miss the little chuckle ran let out in mocking. you'd pay, that's for sure. you better hope no one else saw you acting like that. did he have any idea the little laugh you were trying to hold in? either way, as he walked over to you, brushing someone's blood onto his jacket, he was pissed. there you stood, snickering at him. laughing at him. within seconds your back was up against the alleyway, his knee rubbing against your cunt, wrists gripped tightly by his hands. "ya think 's funny, huh? fuckin' slut, i'd have you bent over my leg right now if it weren't for those fuckin' bastards over there. yer all mine."
sanzu haruchiyo living with sanzu was such an adventure, especially since you're a little bitch with no sense of self-preservation. you decided you were in the mood to work sanzu up a little bit while he was sitting so calmly on the couch scrolling through his phone. walking past him, you made a point of tripping and falling oh-so-gracefully on top of him. "oh, fuck, sorry sanzu!" you said in your most apologetic voice. you "attempted" to get up but just couldn't, instead falling right back onto his lap, straddling him. you made a faux-effort to get yourself off, making sure to brush against his already hardening cock each time, muttering apologies for your seemingly unintentional mishap. suddenly, two strong hands grabbed your hips in a death grip, and a harsh voice muttered, "you're not helping." your eyes met his own, taking in his already fucked-out expression and panting breath, accompanied with flushed cheeks. you couldn't hide your smirk any longer and you look at his eyes, then down at his pants. "how can i help, then?" he closed his eyes for a long moment, brows furrowed in annoyance. "you're seriously asking me that like you have no idea? well let me help you." then, he roughly pushed your shoulders. your knees hit the carpet with a soft thud as he undid his belt buckle and zipper. his cock sprung out immediately, precum dripping at the head. "pay up, princess."
taiju shiba you stared at taiju for a long moment, earning an questioning eyebrow raise. then, your eyes wandered down before quickly snapping back up to his eyes which immediately simmered with a hidden warning. slowly, seductively, you sauntered over to him with a cleverly lop-sided smirk on your face. allowing your eyes another chance to dart downward, then back up again, you heard him stiffle a groan. you bit your lip to hold in the laugh that was urging to be heard. looking down once more, you slowly bent down. taiju sucked in a breath, licking his lower lip in anticipation. unable to hide your smile any longer, you continued further downward until your legs were parallel with the floor. your eyes met his again, sparkling with mischief. "you're shoes are untied." he sighed, "don't even got fuckin' laces on today, doll." you laughed, "was worth the look on your face. jesus, i wish i could frame it." he looked away, working at his jaw. "there's a lot of faces i wanna see you make right now, too." your eyes widened, mouth going agape in surprise. taking the opportunity of your speechlessness, taiju smacked your ass as he walked away with a wave, "don't play fair? then yer gettin' nothin' from me." your shouts of protest fell on deaf ears, though a smirk of his own was clear. you were always surprising him, that was for sure.
souya kawata you motioned with your hand for souya to come closer to you. he raised an eyebrow in curiosity but obeyed, moving close so that you could whisper into his ear. instead of saying something important, relatively speaking, you took this as your chance to say the most foulest, dirtiest things possible. "souya, i want my mouth on your cock and i wanna suck you dry and then i'm gonna take what's left on my chin and lick it all up and then i want you inside me and i want you to rearrange my insides--" "STOP STOP PLEASE" the way he is BRIGHT RED. DON'T BE SAYIN THAT SHIT TO HIM!!! souya stopped functioning the moment you said "my mouth" and shit, now he's so hard it hurts. why did you do this to him??? and now you're laughing, hard. he's almost in tears! "please, can you help me out here?" pls help him oml
kokonoi hajime you were so lonely and bored missing kokonoi as he was gone on some stupid economics business trip. so, with nothing else to do, you decided it was only fair to make him have to suffer, too. with a little smile playing at your face, you sent him numerous nudes along with a playful little message: "i miss u :(" holding back your laugh, you could barely stand to wait to see his response. sure enough, not even two minutes later, your phone dinged several times. koko: why the fuck would you send that to me what the fuck koko: babe 'm literally in a meeting rn koko: fuck koko: are you still there? fuck. koko: why do you do this to me. snickering, you typed your reply: "cuz i miss u koko </3" koko: you know i can't just fly out and come see you. koko: ....but........ you raised an eyebrow. koko: [FLIGHTS TO OSAKA LINK HERE] koko: you could come here. then, i could have my way with you. you nearly choked on your own spit. "koko are you serious?! I WAS JUST MESSING AROUND" koko: now you gotta make it up to me. see you in an hour.
wakasa imaushi the two of you were cuddling in your bed together after a long fight - you had to spend at least 20 minutes making sure he was all patched up. you decided a little pay back was in order. ever so innocently, you burrowed further into his side, rubbing your hands up and down his body. with each time, your hands reached lower and lower, eventually rubbing at his crotch and thighs with each time your hands made their way down his body. your ministrations were interrupted by a long sigh. you looked up at him, feigning confusion. "seriously?" you decided to continue to lie, "what're you talking about?" he stared at you for a long moment, another sassy sigh releasing from his mouth, "i mean 'seriously, you're gonna feel me up?'" you pursed your lips, "huh? waka what do you mean?" wakasa's tongue ran against the inside of his cheek, contemplating. then, he moved to bend over top of you, his fingers already making their way to the inside of your thigh. "if you don't get it then i'll just show you."
shuji hanma "shuji, can you bend over? tryna see something." "nice try babe, ya just wanna stare at my ass. too bad, i've been lookin' at yours this whole time." "wait wHAT?" - ROUND 1 FAILED - "oh my god, i totally didn't mean to feel up your dick! sorry, shuji?" "really? cuz, like, you're not tryna fuck me right now? i kinda want to though if you're down." "I WAS TRYING TO FUCK AROUND WITH YOU SHUJI STOP MAKING ME EMBARRASSED TO BE AROUND YOU" "well damn if you wanted to fuck with me you could've just asked." - ROUND 2 FAILED - you were in a rush, trying to get ready as fast as possible but here you were, late as usual. it seemed to be your thing, unable to get anywhere at the proposed time. rushing around trying to put on your shoes while stuffing things in your bag, you noticed hanma's unbothered gaze following your movements in amusement. shit, you still had to do your hair. taking a hair tie and putting it between your teeth, you swept your hair up into a ponytail. your arms stretched over your head and you turned at the noticeable swallow you heard on the other side of the room. you offered him a questioning gaze only to be met with his dumbfounded expression. keeping your gaze on him, you wrapped your tie around your hair, muttering a confused, "what?" he stuttered, grabbing a nearby pillow and placing it on his lap. "'s nothin'," he answered suspiciously. you shrugged at that, rushing out the door. it didn't occur to you until much later that day that something had seemed off about hanma who was usually so carefree. then, it dawned on you. he was so fucking turned on. how did you not notice before? dashing into your bedroom, you found hanma, sweat covering his forehead and panting breaths. cheeks flushed and his sweet voice begging, muttering your name over and over again as he stroked him throbbing cock. "shuji..?" "f-fuck.. yer back...." he said in between breaths. "what...why...?" "dammit. yer just too hot. yer so fuckin' sexy... ya drive me crazy when yer putting yer hair up like that, ya know?" oh. oh. - ROUND 3...? WIN -
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