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I miss my fictional husband guys

girl dads ♡ ♡ ft. kenma kozume

a/n: hi guys! currently working on the atsumu request i got (i've got a long series in mind...) so in the meantime here's a kenma thing i wrote up hehehe

girldad!kenma who gives you a gorgeous mini him, just as naturally reserved as her papa, and obviously just as much of a gamer as he is.

girldad!kenma who keeps your baby girl a secret from the masses until she's around 3 or 4. chat goes absolutely insane, because "Kodzuken has a kid?!" and they had no clue until now.

girldad!kenma who, when very rarely letting his daughter appear on stream when she's young, dresses her up in a merch hoodie of his paired with a super adorable kirby beanie. they're matching, of course.

girldad!kenma who hums children's lullabies on stream absent-mindedly, proceeds to get teased to madness by chat about how cute their little family is.

"lol this is so adorable"

"omg omg kodzuken moment of weakness"

girldad!kenma who lets your daughter dye her hair when she's 10. when you come home absolutely flabbergasted, proceeds to say he has nooooooo clue where she would've gotten that idea from...

girldad!kenma who builds your daughter's first pc on her 14th birthday. "play all you want" a stern 'ahem' from you in response pushes him to clarify "...after you do your homework, so your mom doesn't end me, 'kay?"

girldad!kenma who's taken aback when your daughter speed runs the dark souls games in a week. and that's with animal crossing breaks in between.

you snort, "oh that's your daughter, kozu. no dna test needed."

a/n: so sorry for the absence, i lowkey needed some time to myself after exams #healing

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Oh wow

silly! reader who gets fomo during backshots 😭

he’s fucking you sooo well, but you can’t help but wanna know what’s going on back there! you turn your head with all the strength you can muster and you push your hand against his abdomen. his thrusting comes to a halt as he looks down at you in confusion.

“w-hah- what’s wrong?” he asks, sweat clinging to his built body. you huff and start to pout, your eye brows crinkling in frustration. “i can’t see what you’re doin’ back there! what if you’re laughin’ at me?” you pout, kicking your feet to add to your point. he just laughs at your silliness, rolling his eyes. “wanna switch?” he asks, starting to pull out. you wave your hand and yell out a quick “no!” and he puts his hands up in defense and start to push back inside.

“what are we gonna do about our little dilemma, huh?” he asks, rubbing soothing circles on your hips. “hmm. . .” you pause to think. your eyes shift to your phone — a bright idea popping into your head. “how about you just record! so i can make sure you’re not doin’ any funny business back there.” you grin while handing him your phone. he leans over and practically shoves his tongue into your mouth, bringing a hand up to cup your cheeks.

“you’re so not real, baby.”

blehhh i’m thinking about toji, sukuna, baji, itoshi sae, aizawa, zoro, connie, ony, and any of your faves

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Hiii sooo i was thinking about one where the reader is chubby and is a bit insecure about it but bakugo loves everything abt her but she just keeps being insecure so he gives her some angry confession kiss that is sloppy and the tension btw them is growing (she secretly loves it when he grabe's her by the waist)

A/n: sorry I took so long with this. I forgot to look at my request

Katsuki bakugou had a thing for bigger girls, and he had a thing for you. You were nothing but perfect in his eyes, except for one thing. Your insecurities.

It's not that he didn't understand what it's like to feel insecure. Obviously, he did. He just hated seeing the girl he's had feelings for since middle school be so insecure about herself. He didn't understand how you could hate the beautiful curves, the plush thighs, the way your stocking for school hugged your legs.

But he was getting really annoyed with you showing him outfit you liked, followed by you saying, "I dont think it'll look good on someone like me," he just hated it.

"Goddammit yn can you stop with the whole 'I'm too big' thing," he grunts. "You're perfect. So can you stop with this!"

"H-huhm?" Is all that can escape your lips before his are on yours. One of his calloused hands wrapping around you waist. If you hadnt already fallen for him, that would've been enough.

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Izuku midoryia is such a sucker for physical contact. Doesn't matter where or when he wants to touch you, and most of the time is sweet. But then there's time that his touches are not so innocent.

You'll be simply laying down next to him, then you feel his calloused hand graze across your chest and pinch your nipple.

"Ngh–Izuku! What are you doing?" You screech out at the slight pain and pleasure.

"O-oh sorry doll!" Izuku replies realizing what he's done.

You've slowly begun to notice that he does it out plain and simple impulse. He doesn't know what he's doing at first. He simply gets an urge and acts on.

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Bokuto koutarou is so whiny.

All he does is beg and beg for you. And frankly, that's all that he really does while with you. When you're in the other room, groans of "Y/N coooommmeee backkkkk" he is so needy.

He wants his hand on you at all times. If he isn't touching you in some way, he's thinking about it. I mean, how could he not.

He gets genuinely upset on days, he's can't touch you. So he has a hard time when you can't travel with him to volleyball matches. The other teammates on MSBY get tired of hearing his whines of wanting to hold you.

Don't even get me started on when you both are being intimate, he wants nothing more than to make you feel good. Even if it sacrifices his own pleasure for a while, he knows you'll go down on him after he's done with you.

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𝐓his 𝐖asn’t 𝐒upposed 𝐓o 𝐌ean 𝐀nything - Katsuki. B

You didn’t mean to fall into whatever this was with Katsuki Bakugo.

It started with one night—sweat-soaked sheets and whispered curses in the dark of his apartment. It was supposed to be a one-time thing. Just two friends blowing off steam. No strings. No heart.

But it kept happening.

And now? You were sitting on his bed, shirt half-off, heart hammering in your chest while he stood in the doorway, towel slung low on his hips, still wet from the shower. His red eyes flicked to yours—burning, unreadable.

“You stayed the night again,” he muttered, not accusing. Just… stating.

You swallowed. “Guess I did.”

Bakugou rubbed a hand through his damp hair. “We said no feelings. No clingy shit.”

“Yeah,” you said, voice quieter now. “We did.”

But the way your fingers clenched the sheets… the way he lingered in the hallway instead of walking away like usual… it all felt different. Wrong. Right. Something.

He finally looked at you—really looked.

“Shit,” he growled under his breath, stepping closer. “You’re messin’ this up.”

You laughed bitterly. “Me?”

“Yeah, you. Lookin’ at me like that. Sleepin’ in my bed. Actin’ like it ain’t just f—”

He paused. “You know what. Forget it.”

Your chest tightened. “Say it, Bakugou.”

But he didn’t. Not in words.

Instead, he kissed you—roughly, desperately—like he hated how much he needed you. Like he didn’t know where to draw the line anymore either.

@𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 ; 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.

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kiss

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Katsuki bakugou is a touch starved man. Not that it bothered him before (because he didn't know), but now that the two of you are together, he's noticed that he craves even the slightest of touches from you.

The issue is not that you won't, it's the fact you're not fully aware. Due to the fact of him not understanding that he has to express his need for your touch.

But you tend to notice that he immediately melts into you when you give him a hug, snuggle into his chest while spending the night in his door, and especially when you cuddle him during the class 2-A movie nights.

But there are certain times when he takes matters into his own hands literally. One night, you find yourself looking for a snack before studying in the common area. Once katsuki notices you, he sneaks up behind you before pulling you into his embrace. Startling you before you smell his cologne.

"Hey baby? Am I in your way?"

"No," he sighs, melting into you once again. "Just uh, need to hold you." The blonde haired boy stutters out.

Unfortunately for you, that's the most katsuki will do to tell you what he wants concerning physical affection.

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Bi!armin, armin is lwk a hoe in this, college au, smut, inexperinced!reader, based off an old fic I read on here once but can't find now</3

Not proof read (sorry)

Thinking of Bi!armin, who helps you get more confident with giving head. giving you some instructions by having you want him suck off a dildo.

He doesn't want his sweet baby to be worried about not being able to please him, so why wouldn't he not help you?

You've expressed to him you worries about being able to please him. As much as he wouldn't care because it's you after all, he wants whatever you'd give him.

But he's aware that you know that he used to sleep around before getting with you. Not just with girls, but guys too.

He's so willing to help you. So willing to try and fail with you.

He gets a fake cock around the same size as him and has you practice on it untill you feel comfortable.

God, does it turn him on when he comes home after a particularly long lecture to you practicing so hard on it.

He doesn't even care if you're not good at giving head. You please him in so many other ways.

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my hero academia masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

featuring: dabi (toya todoroki), eijiro kirishima, izuku midoriya, hitoshi shinso, katsuki bakugo, keigo takami, neito monoma, shota aizawa, shoto todoroki, tenya iida

𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 (𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈)

dabi glares at you when he’s jealous — (here)

when dabi wraps his hand around your neck, you think it’s odd but figure out he’s just being affectionate — (here)

𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

katsuki got fed up with eijiro being too scared to talk to you — (here)

when you confess to your best friend, eijiro kirishima — (here)

when eijiro suggests you wear matching bracelets — (here)

dying eijiro’s hair — (here)

when you’re teasing eijiro but he doesn’t realize it — (here)

eijiro finally sees you with your mask off — (here)

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀

izuku who looks so attractive when he explains things to you— (here)

izuku who follows you around like a lost puppy — (here)

you love to see izuku’s face when you tease him — (here)

izuku loves to be as close as possible — (here)

calling izuku a sweet boy — (here)

husband izuku when your son is disrespectful — (here)

feeling cuteness aggression for izuku — (here)

𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎

hitoshi sparring with reader and realizing his feelings — (here)

^ pt 2, hitoshi comes to your house only expecting to study, but more happens when you end up beneath him — (here)

texts with boyfriend!hitoshi — (here) (here)

pre-relationship texts with hitoshi — (here)

hitoshi is scared to talk to you face to face, so he observes you from afar until he gets transferred to class-a — (here)

^ pt 2, hitoshi wakes up to see you making breakfast, so he takes his chance and tries to talk to you — (here)

being caught making out with hitoshi in your bed — (here)

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎

no one knew you and katsuki bakugo were in a relationship — (here)

catching katsuki flexing in the mirror — (here)

when katsuki's copying your snaps so you pull a move — (here)

when katsuki gets too fed up with your argument — (here)

katsuki with reader with an rbf and scares eijiro — (here)

katsuki being jealous of you and ochaco — (here)

katsuki bakugo and the double standard — (here)

katsuki bakugo with alien reader, who has some odd habits — (here)

katsuki bakugo who relies on you to cool him off — (here)

when katsuki bakugo respects your wishes — (here)

when you feel insecure in your and katsuki's relationship — (here)

having to explain your phrases to katsuki — (here)

coming home to katsuki wearing grey sweatpants and nothing else — (here)

seeing how katsuki reacts when you call him bakugo — (here)

your childhood best friend katsuki was one of the only people who believed in you — (here)

flicking katsuki’s forehead when he’s being rude — (here)

being on katsuki’s back while he’s doing push-ups — (here)

calling katsuki cute — (here)

katsuki getting frustrated at your teasing — (here)

staying up until midnight to congratulate katsuki on his birthday — (here)

husband katsuki when your son is disrespectful toward you — (here)

katsuki trying to help his insomniac partner — (here)

when katsuki wants to make out during class — (here)

competitive katsuki trying to win over nonchalant reader — (here)

katsuki with an earth bender reader — (here)

comforting katsuki when he’s insecure about his scars — (here)

unexpectedly getting smothered in kisses by katsuki — (here)

katsuki with reader, who gets cuteness aggression — (here)

getting to know bakugo through text — (here)

katsuki loves cooking food for you — (here)

katsuki with an introverted s/o who’s clueless about how attractive they are — (here)

biting katsuki’s bicep because of cuteness aggression — (here)

𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈

when keigo becomes too flushed to answer you — (here)

keigo visits endeavor’s house and meets you, the number one hero’s daughter — (here)

𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐀

you’re the only one who is intimidating to neito, but is still a sweetheart to him — (here)

neito who has taken a liking to you, a student from class 1-a — (here)

pre-relationship texts with neito — (here)

neito loves to show physical affection towards you — (here)

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐀 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀

putting a bow into shota’s hair before he teaches his class — (here)

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈

when shoto doesn't know it's odd to stare at you for long — (here)

having to explain exaggerations to shoto — (here)

you are the only one who can change shoto’s mind — (here)

shoto loves to spoil you, especially with his dad’s money — (here)

shoto is nervous to ask to cuddle with you— (here)

how shoto reacts when you tease him — (here)

shoto helps you with your cramps — (here)

shoto is clueless when you are upset in your relationship — (here)

heartwarming, intimate make out with shoto — (here)

laying on different sides of shoto’s chest depending on the temperature — (here)

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀

all tenya wants when he gets home is you — (here)

tenya worshipping his chubby girlfriend — (here)

when tenya feels distracted by you — (here)

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔’𝐒

when you accidentally text your crush — (here)

featuring katsuki, izuku, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi

asking your partner to pick up pads and tampons for you — (here)

featuring katsuki, izuku, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi

when they find your figure of them in your room — (here)

featuring katsuki, izuku, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi

they have a nightmare about you and ask to see you — (here)

featuring katsuki, izuku, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi

when you see an animal and it reminds you of them — (here)

featuring ochaco, mina, kyoka, momo, toru, tsuyu

when they’re hanging out with another girl — (here)

featuring katsuki, izuku, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi, neito, dabi (toya)

when you prank them with the ‘she’s busy’ message — (here)

featuring katsuki, izuku, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi, neito, dabi (toya)

when he pranks you with the ‘he’s busy’ message — (here)

featuring katsuki, izuku, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi, neito, dabi (toya)

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈 (𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄)

the boys see you doing your curly hair routine before your date — (here)

featuring izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi

terms of endearment pre-relationship and relationship — (here)

featuring izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi, neito

what love language he would give and like to receive — (here)

featuring izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, denki, hitoshi, neito, toya, keigo, tenya

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FWB!BAKUGOU who you started seeing after one accidental hook up

FWB!BAKUGOU who you've always been physical with

FWB!BAKUGOU who is too scared to be too vulnerable around you in a romantic way.

FWB!BAKUGOU who does nothing but worship you while you are hooking up

FWB!BAKUGOU who has known about his attraction towards you for a while now but not fully come to terms with it

FWB!BAKUGOU who promised you "no feelings attached" but started gaining feelings before you did

FWB!BAKUGOU who stops seeing you for a while because he cant handle the fact that he has fallen in love with you. I mean what if you took the no feelings attached seriously and you didn't fall for him(you did)

FWB!BAKUGOU who wants to be with you but can't force himself to say it. He's too stubborn

FWB!BAKUGOU, who started seeing you again regularly. After a particularly passionate night together, confessed to you.

FWB!BAKUGOU who is genuinely shocked when you tell him you feel the same.

FWB!BAKUGOU, who is now BF!BAKUGOU all because of 4 months of hookups

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🥀

"DON'T STOP LOVING ME."

synopsis: things were always easy between you and katsuki. until suddenly, they weren't. (aka you pull back and katsuki notices and hates it)

notes: ALWAYS w the unofficialbf!katsuki agenda. wc ~5k. childhood bffs bc duh. barely proofread sorry

ever since you were three years old with your scraped knees and sticky fingers to now, where teenage life could not be more confusing, there has always been one, unwavering, constant fact.

you're absolutely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with bakugo katsuki.

and you've never been afraid to show it! backhugs, tackling him to the floor, jumping on top of him and climbing him like a jungle gym, telling him you love him like it's the most obvious thing in the world. (it is)

he always scoffs and grumbles, but you'd never take it personally, because when he tells you to get off, he pulls you close. when he complains that you're annoying when you're sick, he brings you soup and medicine and cuddles you to sleep. when he blushes and tells you he hates you, his eyes tell a different story.

so what if he doesn't express it the same way you do? everyone has different ways of showing they care. even if he doesn't say it much, you know katsuki loves you.

right?

-

it was late when you accidentally overheard it. when you froze up and felt your heart drop to the floor. when you started shaking and sweating, eyes darting around for a trash can in case you threw up.

"bakugo, bro, when are you and y/n gonna make it official?" kirishima had teased, throwing an arm around katsuki.

katsuki scoffed and shoved him off. "tch. it's not like that."

"you suuure?" sero questioned. "you two seem awfully close for just friends."

"mannn, if i was bakugo, i'd be all over that. y/n is such a pretty girl!" kaminari chimed in, clearly jealous over his lack of love life.

the teasing continued. you couldn't see him from your angle, but you knew that katsuki definitely had a vein on his forehead that was getting larger by the second.

"you're always carrying her bag, walking her to class.."

"cuddling with her during movie nights, scratching her back.."

"oh! and don't forget how she never forgets to tell him she loooves him whenever they say goodbye!"

"c'mon, bakubro, just spit it out! you two are practically married already!"

the three laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the rise they were getting out of katsuki.

"all of you, shut the hell up!"

"just admit it. you're in love."

he gritted his teeth.

"i'm not in love." he grimaced, venomous anger bubbling to the surface.

"she's just there all the fucking time! always fucking doing girlfriend-y shit when she knows damn well she's not! always clinging and trying to cuddle and all that stupid sappy shit. she's just an annoying fuckin' habit ive learned to tolerate." he spat.

you froze.

what?

was he serious? like, really, truly, deadass serious? you knew he wasn't exactly the super affectionate type, but even still! you thought he really cared about you! clingy? annoying? tolerated?

your head spun as you broke out into a cold sweat. you could've sworn that that wasn't true. you and katsuki have been friends forever. surely he wouldve gotten rid of you by now if he hated you that much, right? and he cuddles you! and hangs out with you! he takes care of you when you're sick! there's just no way, right? he's just angry because he's being teased, right?

..right?

"damn, dude, that's pretty harsh," sero snickered. "you always take care of her, though, no?"

you held your breath.

"tch. doesn't fuckin' mean shit. just gotten used to her because she's been around so long."

your stomach dropped to the basement. he tolerated you. he thought of you as nothing more than an annoying habit.

insecurity pooled inside of you. now that you think about it, was he really cuddling you, or just not bothering to move you off when you laid on him? maybe he just thought you were too much of a hassle to get rid of when you came to hangout, so he just let you stay even thought he didn't want to. when he brought you medicine and stuff, maybe your sickness made you delirious and made you think he was being more affectionate and caring than he really was.

you felt nauseated. you recall all the times you threw a quick "i love you!" over your shoulder or while you clung to him. had he ever once said it back? ever? the room started spinning as you realized you couldn't think of a single time. he'd always deflected. gave you a classic "tch." rolled his eyes. messed up your hair. you dont think you'd ever even heard the word "love" from his lips.

had you just been deluding yourself all this time?

you couldn't take it anymore. sweating, you sprinted out before you could be spotted.

-

it's been two days since you overheard that conversation, and you'd been avoiding katsuki ever since. or rather, not quite avoiding completely, but there was an undeniable shift in your behavior. you stopped trying to cuddle with him. you stopped showing up to his dorm room to hangout. you especially stopped saying "i love you," even though it killed you every time.

katsuki hadn't shown much of a reaction to your change in behavior. he'd raise an eyebrow when your usual daily hugs disappeared or ask a gruff, "where were you?" when you didn't show up to your unofficial but completely established after school hangouts, but he had otherwise put up no protest.

you didn't know whether to be relieved or heartbroken.

on one hand, katsuki's kind of scary when he's confrontational. also, you don't know how you would be able to talk to him. "i overheard a conversation where you said you hate me but im madly in love with you and want to marry you and have your kids?" yeah right. you were sort of glad to be getting off easy.

but on the other hand, you were devastated. his apathy served as further confirmation that he meant every word he said. he really didn't mind that you were pulling back, and seemed perfectly content not being nearly as close as before.

you really had been deluding yourself. secretly, you had been hoping that he was just saying stuff in the heat of the moment and would actually be upset if you pulled back. because that would mean he cared. but he didn't give two shits about you. you really were just some stupid childhood habit he'd learned to tolerate.

you became less energetic as a person. not just with katsuki, but simply in general. your days seemed unbearably longer and darker without him. you had a hard time engaging and staying in the present, your mind wandering to katsuki again and again. it was pathetic, really. you two had never even dated. why were you so hung up about it? you two were just friends, and in fact, it seemed like he never even liked you in the first place. you were just stupidly hopeful and naive.

-

katsuki was dying.

two days. it had been two fucking days since you'd touched him or even just been remotely affectionate with him and he was going crazy. hell, he'd give the whole damn world even for just a smile at this point. he was desperate.

he didnt understand why you were being like this. it was like everything he knew about you had shifted, and he was just standing there, waiting for some kind of sign or something like an idiot.

katsuki had noticed the shift in your behavior immediately. of course he did. he knows you better than he knows himself, after all. at first, he thought you were just playing some dumb game or pulling some stunt to get his attention, but that wasn’t it. you waved instead of hugging. said a simple "bye" instead of "love you, bye bye!" it's not like you were completely avoiding him. you still talked. you still laughed. only now, it didn't quite reach your eyes.

and it was fucking killing him.

he hated that you were pulling back. he hated how off everything felt. he hated how fucking empty his dorm room felt when you weren't there to pester him. but most of all, he hated how he couldn’t even figure out what he'd done wrong. he couldn't think of any fights or reasons to be angry, but if that wasn't it, what was it? why were you suddenly just.. leaving?

he wanted to confront you. he wanted to pull you aside and demand to know where the fuck you went. but for the first time in his entire life, he didn't know how. because this wasn't like confronting stupid deku about his new powers. it wasn't about asking icyhot what his fuckin' deal was. it was you. his whole fucking world, even if he never said it out loud. he was nothing short of terrified to ask, because he feared it would drive you away even further, and he couldn't think of any alternate universe where he'd be able to handle that.

he found himself looking for excuses to be near you, to talk to you, to just be around you in any way possible. the last two days had been a torture of silence, of missed chances to sit next to you or casually reach out and tug you into his space like he used to. the times when he’d shove his arm around your shoulders or playfully mess with your hair, it had all stopped. he didn't feel like he could anymore. like he'd somehow lost the privilege. and now, all he was left with was this gnawing feeling in his gut that something was horribly wrong.

he had finally worked up the courage and tried asking you once, but you had shut him down with that all-too-familiar "nothing, just tired" bullshit and that damn closed-off look on your face that made him feel completely hollowed out.

he was desperate. he needed to feel you. needed to hear your bright laughter and see your stupid smile. it was so fucking stupid and sappy and so unlike him, but he couldn't even bring himself to care about that. he needed to cuddle with you until you fell asleep. have you curl up on his chest and get swallowed up by his much larger frame and watch you as your breathing quickly evened out from his touch. you could never stay awake long when cuddling with him. he found himself smiling at the thought.

he scowled. this is so fucking stupid. he thought to himself.

-

it all came to a bubbling point for him on friday. 5 whole days of "hi's" and a half-smile instead of "KATSUKIIIII's," and a running hug. he was losing his fucking mind.

usually, you convinced him to join the weekly 1a movie night by taking his hand and dragging him out of his room. he'd grumble about it, but he'd never refuse. he'd sit on the corner of the couch and you'd sit close to him before gradually inching closer, the night ending with you two cuddling. now, he willingly trudges to movie night of his own free will and sits in the same corner of the couch, but this time alone.

the room buzzed with quiet chatter and the flicker of the TV as the opening credits rolled and iida turned the lights off. it was some dumb romcom movie katsuki couldn't bring himself to care about in the slightest. you would definitely like it, though. kirishima passed around popcorn, sero argued with kaminari over which movie was the best, deku was doing his stupid nerd rambling as todoroki and hagakure gawked at him. and you? you sat on the other end of the couch.

not just away, but away from him.

the usual spot right beside katsuki, practically in his lap, head on his shoulder, knees draped over his thighs sat empty. you sat next to mina instead, curling into the armrest and pulling your legs up to your chest. you offered sweet smiles to everyone, laughed when something was funny, made conversation when prompted. but katsuki saw it. he saw you.

and he saw that you weren’t you.

he stared.

throughout the entire first half of the movie, he barely processed a single second of it. he kept looking over, waiting for you to glance at him, to shift closer, to give him a sign, anything, but you stayed curled in on yourself, legs angled away from him. he hated it. he hated how you looked like you were trying to make yourself smaller. like you were trying to disappear.

katsuki’s heart thundered. his leg bounced impatiently. his jaw was tight. he couldn’t take this shit anymore.

he stood up abruptly, catching your attention. he stalked straight over to you, jaw clenched and shoulders tense. he hovered over you, looking down and saying nothing.

you blinked up at him. "...what?"

his eyes were sharp and unreadable to most. but to you, who knew him better than he knew himself, you could see the anxiety and desperation swimming in his eyes.

no, no, no. remember, don't delude yourself. he doesn't like you, not even as a friend.

"are you okay..?"

"no." he snapped, his tone making you flinch. he softened at your reaction. "i just.. you've been.." he started, but his tone cracked, eyes flashing, and something in him snapped. "fuckin’ hell, just—"

he reached down and grabbed you.

gently, but with zero room for argument. strong arms slid under your knees and behind your back like it was the most natural thing in the world, and you barely had time to yelp before he was sitting down again, with you in his lap, pulled tight into his chest like you were his lifeline. (you are)

you froze, wide-eyed and stiff, but he just held you. his arms locked around you. he didn’t look at anyone else, didn’t give a shit about the stares or the knowing grins. he buried his face in your shoulder, muttering low and rough into your neck.

"i don't know what the fuck i did," he said. "but you don't get to just... take all that away. not from me."

you blinked, suddenly breathless.

he held you tighter. his voice cracked again, this time softer. "whatever i did, 'm sorry. i'll make it up t'ya, i swear. but don't just.." his voice trailed off. "dont stop loving me." he wanted to scream.

you felt your heart stutter, but you didn't say anything.

not at first, anyway.

because what is there to say when your heart is lodged in your throat and your body is caged in the arms of the person you swore you were going to get over?

you just sat there, crumpled in his lap like some lost puppy that finally found its way home again. your face is pressed into his shoulder, and you think if you speak, you’ll cry. so you don't. you just let yourself relax and melt into him.

he doesn’t say anything else either. his grip doesn’t loosen, not even a little. his fingers press into your back, not hard, just steady. grounding. enough to keep you pressed firmly against him. like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real.

the room’s still noisy with all the side conversations, but it's all background noise now with you two just in your little bubble away from the rest of the world. you feel safe and like you’re about to fall apart at the same time.

you shift a little in his lap and glance up at him.

“…you didn’t have to drag me across the room, you know,” you finally mutter, voice hoarse.

he scoffs, eyes flicking down to meet yours. “yeah, well. you weren’t comin’ on your own.”

you wrinkle your nose at him. “you could’ve asked.”

“whatever." he grumbles. "this is more efficient."

you snort. "the hell?"

he shrugs, completely unapologetic. “worked, didn’t it?”

you don’t answer. because yeah. it did.

instead, you rest your head back on his chest, and he immediately shifts to accommodate you. your legs drape over the couch, his arm hooked under your knees to keep you anchored, and his other hand settled at the base of your spine. he starts tracing slow, absentminded circles there, hand slipped under your hoodie to rub at the bare skin like nothing had ever changed. like you hadn’t just gone five whole days without touching him. like you hadn’t spent those five days trying to unravel every version of reality where he didn’t love you back.

you sit like that for a long time.

finally, he speaks up, his voice low.

"what did i do?" he asked, his voice oddly shy. "why'd ya stop.. you know..?"

your breath hitches. because you do know. but you don't know what to say or how to say it. "i thought you completely hated me" doesn't quite seem like an appropriate response.

"nothing," you settle with.

he gives you a look.

you sigh. you never could lie to katsuki. he's known you for too long and too well to fall for them.

"i just.. got insecure. overheard some conversation where you said i was, um, clingy and annoying." you murmur, your voice small. if katsuki wasn't pressed up against you and hanging on to your every word, he wouldn't have been able to catch it.

but he did.

and you swore you saw complete heartbreak in his eyes.

you let out a small gasp of surprise when he pulls you flush against him, arms tight around your body and face nuzzled deep into your neck. he holds you with such a gentle intensity you think you might cry. he holds you in a way that makes you feel loved and safe.

"'m sorry." he mumbles into your neck, voice watery. "didn't mean it. i was just.. mad that they were makin' fun of me. none of it was true. at all."

your breath hitches.

"you're.. so fuckin' special to me. i mean it. these last few days without you have been hell."

you think you might cry.

"been missin' your fuckin' smile and your damn laugh. and your stupid hugs that make me almost topple over."

you hold back a giggle.

"i love you."

the world stills.

you don’t move.

you don’t speak.

hell, you're scared to breathe.

your heart is beating so loud you’re worried he might hear it. your face is burning, your lungs feel tight, and your throat’s a warzone of words you can’t quite say.

he said it.

he said it.

and now he’s quiet. breathing you in. arms wrapped around you like you’re something precious. like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

you pull back just enough to look at him. your hand comes up to brush his bangs from his eyes, and your fingers linger at his temple, trailing down his cheek like you’re memorizing him.

his expression is soft in a way you rarely get to see. wide-eyed. hopeful. a little scared.

you offer him a tiny, quiet smile.

no teasing.

no trying to be brave or play it all off.

just soft. honest. the kind that only he gets to see.

you lift your hand and touch his face. not dramatic, not shaky, just steady. fingers brushing along his cheekbone, thumb ghosting over the edge of his jaw like you’re memorizing the shape of him again.

his eyes close for a second and you swear you see him leaning into it a little.

you say nothing.

you don’t need to.

because you’re here. because he’s holding you. because you’re not pulling away, and he's pulling you in.

you nuzzle your face into his neck, like it's right where you belong, and you breathe in.

he breathes in too.

slow. like the world’s stopped spinning for a second just so you can exist like this, tangled up in each other without saying anything. no talking about what's going on, no complications, just.. being.

you both don't notice how mina and kirishima are gossiping wildly about how you two are practically married and wondering how you still claim not to be dating. you don't notice the way that ochaco squeals after glancing over at your position, and you don't notice the way izuku looks fondly at you two with soft eyes. (he's been shipping the two of you since childhood)

you and katsuki are the only two people in the world who matter.

"i love you," you whisper as you feel yourself dozing off.

you think you feel his lips press gently against your forehead.

"i love you too."

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[meyoolii]

“NEEDIN’ A RIDE REAL, REAL BAD!!”

HAIKYUU + THIGH RIDING ᯓ⭑ ft. bokuto koutarou, daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsurou, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, & ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader

contains : explicit smut (18+), thigh riding / dry humping, phone call (keep quiet n ride!), risky sex / very mild: cw exhibitionism, squirting, teasing, praise, kissing <3, hair pulling (you to them), orgasm denial, usage of pet names — 2.9K WC

note : yayya my first haikyuu post on here ! this is my response to this thirst here ૮꒰˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა hope u all have fun reading this <3

KUROO TETSUROU.

“Whoa whoa,” Kuroo coos through a breathy chuckle, big hand wrapping around your hip to hold you still against his thigh. “Easy now, pretty thing. Let’s pause for a second, okay?”

The sound of your protests and whines almost make him cave right off the bat. “…Tetsu..” you sulk, corners of your lips curling into a sad pout even when he gives you an apologetic smile before he’s jutting his thumb to gesture at his phone, the irritating melody of his ringtone repeating itself as the screen lights up, “Incoming call from: Kenma!” displayed across the top.

“Sorryy,” he huffs. “Can’t. This one’s important.”

He’s giving you a reassuring squeeze around your hip, a silent reminder that he’ll give you everything you need in a few minutes, but you’re not having any of that. Your arms come to stubbornly wrap around his neck before he can pick up the call, sugar sweet voice already making pleas only a second later.

On any other given day, you would have let him take the call with only an irritated huff— just not today. Not with the way you can already feel your orgasm running away from you. “P-please, please Tetsu,” you sob, “I was so close. Can’t wait any longer.. please?”

His eyes are widening a bit at the unfamiliar desperation in your voice, grunt slipping out when his cock reacts to it too, twitching and slapping against his stomach— a reoccurring habit that seems to only occur whenever you give him that needy little look of yours.

“Awww,” he whispers, and you barely catch the strain in his voice. “Well I’m sorry for ruining your moment, angel.”

You’re practically purring as soon as you feel his hand come to lightly cup your jaw, immediately melting into his touch as he smiles in response. “Ah— fine,” Kuroo caves as soon as he sees your hands coming to cutely hold his wrist in place. “Guess i can’t stop you if you need it so bad. But listen here..”

His thumb moves from your jaw, digit pressing into your bottom lip to angle your face at him. The look you’re giving him is just to die for, pouty lips soft against his thumb and you’re peering up at him through those pleady eyes— as if there was even a single chance that Kuroo would ever deny his pretty girl of an orgasm in the first place.

“Nothing crazy. Deal? Kenma hears and..” he presses a little harder into your lip, watching the way your tongue comes to swipe at the invasive finger. “Me and you? Are never hearing the end of it.”

You’re swiftly nodding as soon as the words register, hands coming to rest on the muscles of his shoulders as you resume your movement the next second, gasping at the way your clit catches against his thigh. “Kenma?” You hear him hum, tucking his phone between his cheek and shoulder— quick and casual.

Maybe too casual.

“Mmm,” his eyes flicker back towards you when you take in a sharp inhale. “So it’s about that. You sure you don’t wanna meet up to go over it?”

A loud gasp slips out from you when he abruptly grabs you by your waist, and your hands slam over your mouth, Kuroo tensing beneath you. “…Hm? Yeah, I’m listening.” He chuckles, regaining his composure in an instant as he starts to rock you back and forth against his leg— and fast.

The roughness has your face contorting, nails digging deep into his shoulders as you try and resist the strong hands guiding you back and forth— try and slow him down a bit, delay your oncoming orgasm by even second if anything at all. You hadn’t expected it to come back so fast, and.. you both knew good and well that you weren’t gonna be able to stay quiet.

You give him a look, something resembling your best attempt at a glare, but he’s ignoring it— casually chatting with kenma about something you can’t quite catch. You’re only left to bite your lip, eyebrows deeply furrowed as you desperately fight the knot tightening inside your belly, thighs clamping against his own as he flexes his quad straight into you.

“Oh,” Kuroo says, hand leaving your waist to pick up his phone again, finger hovering over the ‘mute’ button, and your body is falling limp onto his chest, hands balancing yourself on him as you peer up at him through tired eyes and a heavy pant. “Actually..”

“..Looks like I got a bit of a problem to take care of here first.” He smiles. “So give me a minute, yeah?”

MIYA ATSUMU.

“Gonna have to keep that pretty voice of yours down.” Atsumu’s lips brush against the shell of your ear, big hands tight around your hips as he drags you up and down his thigh. “Or ‘Samu’s gonna hear ya.”

Your hips stutter against his leg, drawing a sharp gasp from you- and he curses under his breath. Osamu would be back any second now, and yet he’s got you seated on him, your lounge shorts pulled to the side so he can draw one quick orgasm out of you before the three of you head out for dinner.

Because you— Atsumu’s impatient lil bunny, or so he calls you, just couldn’t wait until after the dinner to get a quick treat.

“‘M trying.” You whisper, voice breathless and whiny, and you tighten your embrace around his middle, burying your face deep into the fabric of his sweater. “Feels ‘s good… so good— need more..”

“I know, I know— later, yeah?” He sounds unsteady from how roughly he’s moving you against him, muscles of his thigh flexing and hardening underneath you. “Gonna give it to ya real good. stuff ya nice and full. How’s that sound, dirty girl?”

You want that.

You know exactly how easy it’d be for him to get you gushing underneath his cock if it weren’t for your insistence on him not cumming. And well.. it kind of made sense to him— considering how your last creampie went. His mind thinks back to how you looked with his cum dribbling down your thighs as you nervously clamped them together, and how no one seemed to noticed the juices dripping into a neat little puddle beneath you.

It’d be so easy— he’s got you all mapped out and knows you like the back of his hand. He could just push those pretty thighs of yours up to your face, hold them nice and still as he pummels the deep spot inside you that has you chanting his name over and over, and your cunt would be gushing right after that.

“‘Tsumu.” You choke out, tightly latching onto him like a koala, “‘M gonna cum..!”

“You are, aren’t ya? I can tell.” He groans, and his thigh bounces up into you, mumbling a curse under his breath when you squeal at the roughness. “Show me that pretty face when you’re lettin’ go.”

A couple more rolls of your hips and you’re gasping and stuttering against him, Atsumu pulling you just right against his thigh as your eyes slam shut, knot inside you violently snapping in an instant as you tremble underneath him, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” His voice comes out deep and breathy, hands tightening their grip on you. “Ride it all out f’ me, rela- oh s-shit.”

Your eyes widen as soon as the sound of footsteps registers in your mind, and your head swiftly turns back to see that Atsumu’s already pulling your shorts back over your cunt, your juices immediately soaking through the fabric as he holds you flush against his chest, big hand cradling the back of your head.

“‘Tsumu..!” You whisper, but he’s shushing you with gentle strokes along the back of your head.

“What, ‘Samu?” he calls out, his mind putting together a silent prayer that his twin was not about to open the door.

His prayers go unanswered.

“You two ready yet?” Osamu’s asking as soon as he flings open the door, the knob accidentally slipping through his grasp, and your door crashes against your wall with a loud thud a second later.

You faintly hear him mutter an “oops” before his eyes are finally falling on you, brow raising at the sight of you clinging tightly onto atsumu as your chest heaves up and down.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

“What?” you can feel your concentration falter as soon as the sound of Sakusa’s voice reaches you, and you’re immediately wiping at the frustrated tears that have begun to collect along your lashes. “Can’t cum like that?”

You’re quick to shake your head, and he doesn’t miss the slight tremble to your lips. Cute.

Sakusa had his doubts about this idea of yours from the start. He knows how needy you always get— knows that despite that innocent face of yours, your cunt’s anything but. It’s greedy. Something like this was probably not gonna be able to get you to finish, and he knew that.. but a part of him was just curious.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see you this frustrated. Your chest is rising up and down with each angry pant, arm coming to rub at your nose from the occasional sniffle after being denied orgasm after orgasm.

And him? he’s never felt such a strong ache before. The dark spot on his shorts are a tell-tale sign that he’s been leaking with pre-cum, and he can practically feel it starting to drip down his cock. Neither of you were doing so well, and if he was being honest, he’s on the verge of flipping you over and putting you in a mating press— but the small voice inside him wants to see you come undone on his thighs. Badly.

He’s just gotta see how you look.

“Need your cock, Omi.” You mumble, rising onto your knees to scoot further up, but he’s stopping you only a second later. “Omi? Why..?”

“No.” he says flatly. “You don’t.”

“I do!” You’re protesting immediately after, hands balancing on his shoulders. “Can’t finish without it— ah!”

You yelp when he’s roughly pulling you back down, his quad flexing as soon as your cunt makes contact with his leg. The hands around your hips are tight, and Sakusa’s setting a rhythm only a moment later, keeping the muscles of his legs firm and flexed to better rub against your clit.

“W-wait!” You’re stammering, whining straight into his ear as you frantically latch onto him. He lets you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he works you closer to your high, forcing you into a mind-numbing pace to have you flying right off the edge in a few more seconds.

“You can— don’t fight it.” His voice comes out as a deep grunt, a result of his dragged out attempts at ignoring the borderline painful throb of his cock, and oh- he was so going to take you in a mating press after this. The second you’re finished gushing, he was gonna flip you over and finally rid himself this irritating ache.

“Omi!” You sob, eyes clenching shut as your hips start to stutter, and he can feel you trembling underneath his hands. “Omi.. O-omi— ‘m close!” He only responds by roughly pressing his thigh up against you, thick muscle hitting your clit just right as you choke out a scream, finally gushing all over his thighs.

“See?” He exhales, breath hitching in his throat when your nails dig deep into his back, his hands slowly moving you up and down to ride out your high.

“You can.”

DAICHI SAWAMURA.

“Feeling good, huh? Don’t try to fight it.”

Daichi grunts when you tug at his hair a little harder, face buried deep into his front as you desperately hump his leg. He’s gentle with you, strong hands guiding you up and down his leg, but he’d be lying if he said his patience wasn’t starting to wear thin.

The sweet nothings he’s been whispering into your ear this entire time are starting to sound a lot less like cooing and a lot more like grunting.

He couldn’t help it. He can feel you so so vividly, feel your juices dripping down the sides of his thigh and hear you moaning straight into his chest. You were soaked through and through, and it’s taking everything in him to stay patient and let you have this.

“There you go.” He’s praising you when you grind against him particularly hard, ignoring the way his shorts are feeling painfully tight around his cock. “Just like that— move exactly like that.”

“Daichi,” you whine. “‘M getting so close— feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He exhales deeply, and the way his cock twitches suddenly has him groaning, hands squeezing a bit too hard against your hips as you wince. “Daichi..?”

“Oops, sorry princess.” He’s clenching his jaw, giving you a weak smile as you wrap your arms around him. “That’s my bad. Don’t mind me, okay? Just.. worry about yourself— this is all about you right now.”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.

You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

His legs just looked so strong, so perfect to sit on, and you couldn’t help yourself. He didn’t seem to think too much of it when you first sat a little lower than you usually did, straddling his mid thigh as he flipped through another manga that Tendou had lent him earlier that week.

Just subtle movements up and down his thigh was your original plan, but it didn’t take very long for him to catch on.

“What are you doing?” Ushijima’s voice has you jolting from where you’re seated on his left thigh, his gaze now on you and the way you’re frantically waving your arms around in defense, barely able to stammer out a “N-nothing!”

You just barely catch the way his eyebrow raises in suspicion. It has you moving off him the next second, but he’s tossing aside the manga, big and strong hands easily wrapping around your hips to keep you planted on him.

“Don’t leave yet.” He says, stern and flat, but you catch the hint of curiosity swirling deep in his eyes.

The familiar heat of embarrassment is flooding to your face in an instant, and your head hangs low. “S-sorry, Toshi.” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Your thighs just looked so big, just wanted to… ride them.”

It’s silent.

You work up the courage to snack a glance at him again, now faced with the sight of his head tilted a bit, as if confused by your confession. “B-but!” You continue, mouth already running off on its own. “Forget it, okay? It might be weird— Toshi..?”

It was just one little flex of his quad, one that had the muscle pushing up against your clit, but the way his name rolled off your tongue sounded sinful. You can feel his grip around your hips tightening a bit, and he’s leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.

“Wouldn’t it feel better like this?”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU.

It started off with an accidental brush of his knee against your cunt.

Bokuto had always been eager with his kisses. He had you pinned down on his mattress, body hovering over yours as he moved his lips against your own— and he hadn’t even noticed anything different until he heard you suddenly moan into his mouth. He’s pulling away the next second, eyes wide as he tries gauging your reaction again, bringing his knee back to rub over your cunt. And … just like clockwork, your eyes clench shut and you choke back a gasp.

He swallows thickly.

Only five minutes later and he’s got you seated on his thigh, moving you back and forth with a needy grunt, his free hand squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. “Don’t look away, ‘kay?”

“You look pretty— pretty like that. I just wanna see.”

The look on his face isn’t much different from yours. His mouth is slightly parted in desperate pants, deep red spreading across his cheeks at the sight of you feeling good on his leg. He’s swallowing deeply before he takes in a sharp inhale right after, already pussy drunk and his dick hasn’t even touched you yet.

The way your face starts to contort when you’re rapidly approaching your high has him just hoping he doesn’t end up finishing untouched. It’s throbbing— absolutely aching with need and as soon as you start sobbing his name, he can feel his patience shatter into thin pieces.

You let out a loud yelp as soon as your back hits the mattress, Bokuto looming over you with a strained look on his face as he rushes to line his tip up with your hole. “S-sorry.” His voice is just above a growl. “I can’t help it after all. It’s okay though, right? Gonna make you feel good.”

[meyoolii]

DONT PLAY WITH ME

"what are we?"

you didn't look at miya osamu when you asked, voice careful but not fragile, all the things urging to express themselves locked behind your chest. instead, you fiddled with your keys, pretending they mattered, pretended they required more of your attention than they did, when in fact, your attention was on him. the way it had always been on him.

it wasn't the first time the question had hung between you two, unspoken but pulsing, quietly biding its time.

when he had cooked for you at two a.m. because you couldn't sleep and he had brought miso soup over, in the way you liked, you had cried while eating it, for no reason you could explain. he hadn't said a word, but he had sat next to you on the floor, his broad shoulder brushing yours, his presence solid. your face had found its neck easily and his hand was warm and heavy as it stroked your hair.

you called him instead of your roommate when you got too drunk at a friend's party, and he showed up within ten minutes, his hoodie half-zipped, worry evident in his voice. he didn't ask questions, he never did, instead, he let you use him as your crutch, held back your hair when you threw up, tucked you into his bed and slept on the couch even though your voice had slurred, asking him to join you.

your late-night texts were intimate, in a way that felt dangerous: sharing dreams, fears, bits of pasts you didn't tell others, bits of his innermost thoughts he kept secret even from atsumu. he once said that your laugh made something in his chest unravel; you didn't know how to answer, so you had sent him a voice note laughing into the pillow.

you had worn his sweatshirt for days. he never asked for it back.

when your mum got sick and you didn't know how to be okay, he sat with you in the hospital parking lot for hours, both of you in silence, the only sound between you the hum of the vending machine and the only feeling his hand over yours.

but then the moments would end as quickly as they came. he never stayed the night, never kissed you, never crossed the line. yet, every glance, every soft moment, felt like a toe right on the edge, like if he took that step, it would change everything. maybe it would. you hoped it would.

his eyes wandered to yours, unreadable in the fading light, dark hair hidden. his cap threw shadows on his face and the silence between you was as thick and dense as the heat from how close you stood to him. you searched his face, the one that you trusted so much, the one that made you feel more and less like yourself at the same time.

osamu finally spoke, voice low, careful, like every word had to be weighed, like they meant everything and nothing at the same time.

"…what do you mean?"

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[meyoolii]

sendai frogs rock band au !! 🐸🎸✨

[meyoolii]

cw : none. timeskip haikyuu. lazy cutesy draft

yeah, we all know how handsome kuroo tetsuro is, that’s nothing new. but he is so beautiful, too. nobody can blame you for staring, even if you should be used to the view because he’s your husband. yet, it’s impossible.

he is in the backyard, just chatting with his friends after having played volleyball with them. shirtless, his skin is gleaming with the rays of sunshine against it. his arm surrounding bokuto’s shoulders while all of them speak about volleyball and their league. tetsuro’s honey-like eyes lock with yours when he catches you staring at him, and his smile softens before giving him a pat on the back and walking towards you. “didn’t want to disturb” you say, pecking him when his hands find your waist. “why would you do that? they like you, silly” he chuckles and pulls you flush against him in one of those bear hugs. and there’s the moment you realise that he is surely probably the best decision you made.

[meyoolii]

Guys the amount of submissions I have of bakugo is making me giggle. Would yall even be interested if I wrote for haikyuu or not💔