#[ゃ] — rekha™

[shoyoist]

— 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒, 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 : kakucho.

content: fem bodied reader. kmg!kakucho (assume he's like 19, same as mikey). hurt/comfort + smut. unprotected sex. rough sex but with lots of praise. size + strength kink, a lil breeding kink. a little edging. manhandling.

— . ｡˚ ♡ kakucho tells you he loves you. he promises he'll come back to you. despite that, you can't get rid of the heaviness in your heart.

"promise," you say, breath hitching, as kakucho slides his cock in your cunt. he's got his arms braced on either side of your body, his muscled form only a few inches over your smaller frame as he slowly, carefully fits himself in. "promise you'll come back to me?"

his brows are furrowed, red and white eye both focused on the way your cunt's taking him in — he's got both length and girth, and he's gentle, sheathing himself in you all the way, without hurting you. "of course i'll come back," he says, voice rough, as your bodies meet eachother and he tilts his head back up to meet your eyes. "what makes you think i wont?"

as he starts to move, you run your hands along his arms, counting the bruises over his biceps and collarbones. they're barely faded, still healing. more bruises line his beautifully sculpted torso, along his pectorals and abs, over and around the pale, jagged scars that marr his skin. you briefly think of his friends — the haitani brothers have their tattoos, and your kakucho has his scars.

a gasp slips out from your parted lips when he pulls back and thrusts into you harder, and he smiles, because you're cute— but you meet his eyes with worry in your own. "i love you."

"i love you too, angel." he returns immediately, the words dripping with saccharine sincerity, and it warms your heart and makes your blood run cold at the same time. you lean your face up a little, lips catching the faint light of your bedside lamp, and kakucho bends down, giving you the kiss you're asking for.

"kaku, baby." you sigh into the kiss he gives you, slow and so sweet. "i wanna be with you. wanna be yours forever."

"and you will be," he says, like it's an oath written and signed in blood. like it's something destined and fated, that nothing in the world could change. "we'll be together, baby. i love you. i really do."

but in reality, the man you love is only human — only human, and humans can so easily be parted from eachother. kakucho knows that, firsthand. you know that, secondhand. which is why you're afraid.

"we cant," you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck and closing the distance between your bodies, and shiver when his heat spills into you and envelopes you, comforting and warm. "we cant, if — if you leave me."

he slows down the pace he was building for a moment, as he registers what you're trying to say. you grip his arms tighter, eyeing the amount of bruises, gashes and scars that line his precious body — and your chest tightens, full and heavy with how badly you want to hold him close, keep him under your blankets with you, safe and sound, forever.

"kakucho," you whimper, on the verge of tears, even though you're both having sex, and your pussy's full of his cock, even though it feels so good. "kakucho, please dont go. i love you. please."

and even with his cock twitching in you, kakucho reaches up with one hand, cradles your face in his palm, concern lacing his pretty eyes and his voice. "baby, what are you talking about? nothing's going to happen, don't say that."

"i'm scared," you say hoarsely, and kakucho's heart breaks when you grab his wrist, squeeze it tight as you try to hold back the tears forming in your eyes. "i'm sorry — but i'm so scared. i don't wanna lose you, kakucho. i need you."

"i'll be okay," he says, voice firm as he kisses you again, other arm going under you so he can lift you up, hold you close and protected in his embrace, as he kisses the spot under your left eye, kisses your temple and kisses your hair, his voice resounding as he whispers assurance into your ear. "i'll be fine, promise. i promise."

"dont say that," you shake your head, and he hesitates, words skipping on and off his tongue as he tries to figure out what the right thing to say was. "dont say that, when you're about to leave for another one of those fights again."

you wonder if he'll come home to you, bruised and bloodied, tattered with wounds for you to clean and bandage, while scolding him and pushing down the overflowing worry and hurt you feel at seeing him like that.

you wonder if he'll come home to you at all.

"fuck, angel, dont look at me like that," kakucho breaks into your thoughts, lifting your face up by the grip he's got on your jaw, and he meets your lips in another kiss, as he starts thrusting into you again. you gasp, trying to hold your composure steady—

but shit, he's too big, feels too good, and your mind goes hazy almost immediately. "h—hah, kaku!"

"shhh," his muscles flex, along with the way his hips slap against yours, cock kissing your cervix with every thrust as he adjusts his hold on you, one hand wrapping around the back of your neck, other arm bracing itself beside your waist, fisting the sheets as he goes harder. "it's alright, okay? you know i'm strong, i'll be fine."

his balls feel tight, heavy, cock having sat tight in your hot cunt for so long, while he tried to console you — he cant help the rough pace he sets. you feel good, so good, and the fact that you love him so, so much sparks in your eyes as he looks at you, gorgeous underneath him — he doesn't want to leave you, either. and he wont — he's promised that he wont. "i'm strong, aren't i? you know it."

and you can't really deny him — not with the way his muscles are so hot, thick and hard in your grasp as you squeeze at his biceps and push at his chest, wanting to ask him to slow down, only to forget your words when his cock hits your deepest parts again, and again.

his veins pulse under your fingertips, and his cock pulses in your cunt, powerful, sending you flying onto the verge of an orgasm within only moments with how he drags past all your sweetest spots and stretches you out so well with every shove. "tell me, angel. i'm strong, yeah? i'll hold my own just fine, you shouldn't worry. tell me."

and you're still afraid — still afraid, because no matter what, he's still human, and you still love him so much. you'll always be afraid of losing him, because that's something that comes with loving a man like him. despite that, though, you babble, "yes! yes, kaku, fuck! you're strong, so strong!"

"good girl," he rasps, and the layer of sweat that's forming on his skin glows, and you've never seen something look so beautiful under the meagre light of your desk lamp. "good fucking girl. gonna— gonna fill you up, okay?"

"mmh," you moan, nails digging into his biceps as you try to maintain yourself, tits bouncing with the force of his thrusts, eyes rolling up — but he just fucks you harder and faster, as if he wants to fuck you dumb and make you forget everything you're worrying so much about. "mhm, please. want your cum in me, kaku."

he grabs one of your legs by the calf, throws your leg over his shoulder, groaning roughly with the access the new position gives him. you flutter around him, pussy throbbing along with his cock, and he hisses, wanting so badly to make you feel as good as he can.

you love him, and he's so grateful to have his love returned so fully. his heart's warmed, when he gets to see how you want him with you so bad — in fact, he could go to war a million times, if it meant he got to taste your love for him a million times along with it.

"don't worry your head with all those thoughts, hm?" he breathes, kissing you again, as he feels his cock get stiffer, the band in his core so close to snapping. "we'll be together, forever."

"you'll be mine forever?" you murmur, hands travelling up his arms and shoulders to cup his jaw. "promise?"

"i promise," he says, as you kiss him, and he feels so good, so warm, body hot and heavy over yours as he melts into the kiss. one of your hands fall to scrape at the scar that rifts down his chest and stomach, and he shivers. "i'll be yours, forever."

you feel the hot, thick ropes of cum fill your insides a second later, as he lets out a sharp, coarse hiss and his arm trembles with the effort it takes for him to hold himself up while trying to ride through his orgasm — you grab hold of him, arms circling around his shoulders and yanking him down on top of you.

he's heavy, the weight of him knocking air out your lungs, but he groans into your hair and whispers to you that he loves you — and you think, you hope, you dream that if you hug him tight enough, keep him pressed against you like this, then he'll be safe with you forever. that he'll never leave, or have to come home hurt, again.

"fuck, fuck, kaku!" you cry out, as he fills you up and continues thrusting into you, and the friction and slick you feel sends you stumbling into your own high. "fuck, please, i—i love you so much, fuck!"

"i love you too," he says again, instantly. "love you— nngh, so much. p-promise, angel, we'll stay together. forever."

you would argue — you really would, and you want to, but right now it feels too good, and you're too comfortable, pulled away from your worries by his body, his warmth and his kisses, by his words—

later. tomorrow. tomorrow morning, when you wake up. you tell yourself. you'll talk about it with him tomorrow.

for now, for now you just want to lay here with him, fucked full of his cum, with your cunt fluttering round his thick cock, warm and comfortable on your messy sheets with him on top of you.

"hah, i—" you sigh, wanting to hear it one more time. "i love you, kaku. you're mine forever, right?"

"yeah," he mumbles, kissing you softly, as he slows his pace to a stop.

he looks at you hazily, bruises lining his collarbones, scar rifting through his eye. lip cut and still not fully healed, from one of his previous fights. all signs that he's human, and that forever is only a concept, that if something were to happen, forever would be cut infinitely short in only an instance.

"yeah, i promise." he says, despite all that. "i'm yours, forever."

[shoyoist]

Hi rekhaaa! I was wondering on what are the Tokyo revengers boys' quirks r gonna be if they're in mha!! Any thoughts??

𝐓𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒' 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

been a long time since i got over my bnha phase but this shows that i'd enjoy giving tr characters quirks and writing spin offs for them LMAO — not proofread, but i had a lot of fun thinking of these <3 (i did say my inbox is closed for reqs) but if you sent me individual characters that i havent done, i'll answer w/ quirks for them too!! short hcs are fun hehe

ぞ | hmmm, TAKEMICHI would have the ability to see glimpses of the near future. if he were the protag of bnha, his story would be that he wasted the potential of his extremely useful quirk by choosing to live a plain, ordinary life without aspiring to become a hero. then something absolutely terrible happens, but he gets the opportunity to turn things around for himself and for everyone else, if he goes back in time and claims the rank of top hero and saves the world. op music starts playing and takemichi starts his hero's journey ☆☆☆

ぞ | MIKEY would have the ability to put people to sleep. not just sleep, actually, his quirk enables him to turn people's systems off and render them comatose. if we're talking side effects, he's just sleepy ♡♡ and falls asleep real quick when he gets tired. he's quiet, a little shady but also very sweet, and whether as a hero or a villain, he'd be super powerful and useful <33

ぞ | i'll do DRAKEN a favour and let him have his motorcycle body. he's a cyborg. like genos from one punch man !! he has to get his prosthetic limbs removed and maintained regularly, and needs oil changes LMAO. imagine being the mechanic that takes care of him though <33 or the scientist that creates new body parts and weapons for him.

ぞ | BAJI is like Four Arms from Ben 10 SKHFHKH, he's big and muscley and has four arms. the perfect person to turn to, when you need a good sukuna cosplay. by the time he graduates hero school, he stands at 6'10" ♡♡ and so popular with everyone. holds fan events and meets, is super fun and friendly, good with kids — and he never turns down those calls asking for help bec a cat got stuck in a tree and needs saving LMAO

ぞ | ok ok KAZUTORA would have blood iron manipulation. realistically, your blood doesnt have THAT much iron so this is leaning towards the fictional side — but yeah, he can control your blood (maybe the flow of it out of your body, after a slash?) via the iron in your blood cells. he would be a hero turned villain <33

ぞ | MITSUYA definitely works in the rescue division. he has restoration abilities. i'm not calling it regeneration because it doesnt work on living creatures or people. it works on non living formations and structures, like stone and all. he's one of the front liners of the rescue teams. they locate people trapped under fallen buildings and such, and then mitsuya carefully restores walls and pillars, fixes cracks in the ground, and creates a safe path to reach the people from. he's also really pretty, a good leader, and skilled at providing guidance and reassurance, so everyone has a lil crush on him <33

ぞ | PAH-CHIN would have super strength. he's a lil like sakura from naruto (are there other sakuras? bec i dont know lol) and he would work in rescue, too, but in the opposite way that mitsuya does, i guess. he breaks down obstructing structures like walls and rubble, and paves way towards the people in need of saving.

ok that's takemichi + the toman ot6 but let me think of some more.

ぞ | of course KISAKI has an intelligence quirk. his ability allows him to make foolproof, precise plans that lead him straight to his goal— the catch being that they're only arranged according to his heart's desire. every step of his vision has to be followed out thoroughly to completion, to reach the end goal. however, some steps are incredibly self indulgent (step four: kill takemichi. LMAO) therefore, he's a loner at work, and more of an anti hero type. he does what he wants, how he wants, by himself. unless he met someone that was fine with doing things all his way <3

ぞ | HANMA can speak to the dead. if you come to him with enough grief and longing in your heart, for someone that's dead, he can summon their soul by channeling the power of your longing, and bring their spirit back to the edge of life for a short period of time. he would be a villain with a tragic backstory that's only revealed much later — and he works as the recruiter for his organization, by scouting people with useful quirks that have lost loved ones. "hey kid, if you do this for me and my boss, i'll let you see your sister one last time." that typa beat.

ぞ | i feel like SANZU would have some sort of energy absorption quirk. he absorbs fear. growing up, he was timid and more afraid of others than others were afraid of him, so his quirk was kept in check. however, once he joined the villains' side, he became ruthless — his gruesome murders, skilled escapes and endless number of successful heists make him his organization's beloved poster boy (which honestly only helps people to recognize and therefore fear him even more u_u).

ぞ | SENJU has a camouflage quirk. she's able to change her body to match the colours of whatever she places both her hands against — and therefore, she's part of almost every stealth mission the heroes carry out. she's leader of her division, and gets invited to a lot of workshops and expos — she's got a million fans, and the bnha universe twitter is full of senju stan accounts i just know it !!

ぞ | KOKONOI has charmspeak. it fits him really well — he's an excellent talker, silver tongued to begin with, so when he applies his quirk and slides in, he's able to coax information out of anyone he wants, and get his way no matter what the circumstances. he would've considered being a hero as a kid, but then he gets strung into a villain organization, where he decides to stay.

ぞ | if i mention koko i must mention INUI, who has a shielding ability. he's able to reflect the effect of quirks off him to some extent, giving him some level of immunity to quirk based attacks — and he uses this alongside physical shields provided to him by the hero association's weapon devs, to be both a physical and a mental shield to himself and any one he partners up with.

[shoyoist]

— 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐎𝐘 !

ft: mikey, baji, hanma, izana, kakucho, & inui

cw: gn!reader. fluff. comfort. petnames, cuddling and all. based on this request. this is adorable omg, thank you for sending the idea in! <3

($) — calling him your angel warms his heart more than you know.

♡ :: MIKEY is quiet — the silence in the room is alleviated only by the sound of the TV, some music show playing softly in the background as you enter the house and look around.

he's sitting on the sofa, a pouty scowl on his face as he eyes some sort of dish that's messily placed in a bowl on the coffee table. "mikey? what's that?" you ask, hanging up your coat, setting your shoes against the wall before you walk over and sit beside him, eyeing the bowl.

"'s cake." he grumbles, propping his arm against his knee before leaning on his fist and letting out a huff. "i was tryna make ya something." he glares at the jumble of chocolate before adding, "didn't work, obviously." you turn your head to look at him, a look of wondering on your face. "but it's not my birthday or anything."

he shrugs, dismal. "yeah. but shin — shin used to tell me that you're supposed to show off your love. give gifts and bake and shit. i dunno, i tried." he looks cute — you can't hold back the laugh that spills out your lungs as you lean in and pull him in for a hug, kiss him on his pale cheek. "mikey, you're such an angel when you're not being a little shit."

he drops his head further, twisting his lips to indicate annoyance. "what's that supposed to mean, huh?" you laugh again, murmuring an i love you as you kiss his cheek again, and he melts into your hold this time. "love ya, too. i hope ya know." he sighs, hugging you back.

♡ :: BAJI grins sheepishly at you as you eye him on his way out of the police station, getting a kick out of the fire in your eyes more than anything else. "keisuke." you cut into his casual hey there, baby — and grab his arm, pulling him close and hissing into his ear. "didn't i tell you that the next time i have to pick you up from this place is going to be the last?"

he makes a face at the officer that brought him out to you as soon as the guy turns his back, after having addressed you and let you take your leave. he turns back in a second, though, and his gaze goes soft, mimicking innocence as best as he can with his sharply angled features and striking eyes. "but baby, i was just beating the shit out of these guys 'cause they were sayin' shit about you!"

your expression changes at that, and he shuts his mouth, wondering a little too late if he should've said that. "who was saying what about me?" you ask, voice lower, and he looks away. "who cares, baby — they'll never open their mouths about you again, that's all that matters." he starts walking away, and you follow him, grabbing his hand so he doesn't storm too far away from you.

"hmph," you settle with the fact that he isn't going to tell you anything. "fine. i forgive you, since you were defending me anyway." he glances at you to offer you a wink and a sly smile, and you smile back. "can't be mad when you're just an angel in a delinquent's disguise."

♡ :: HANMA tries to hide his hands from you when he comes over to your place that night. he knows you're not used to the kind of life he has — you're so perfect, a pretty, sweet little thing in comparison to him, in his eyes at least, and a voice in his head tells him he should try to keep his messes as far away from you as possible — but of course, taking his hands in yours and pulling him down for a kiss is one of the first things you do when he arrives at your door, and he can't deny the gesture from you.

you hold his larger hands in yours, long fingers covering your palms as you stare at the split knuckles, fresh bruises and faded red all over his hands. he clears his throat awkwardly, and waits for what you're going to say. you look up at him, meeting his golden gaze, eyes unreadable.

"shuji." you say, the beginning of a sentence, and he hums in answer, starting to get nervous. "you know how you're called a shinigami?" he tilts his head to one side a little, allowing you to lead him in and seat him on your sofa. you walk over to pluck the first aid kit off your shelf, and you return to stand between his legs and set the box on the sofa beside him, opening it up and taking out cotton and a small bottle of antiseptic. you soak the cotton, and take one of his hands in yours again.

"to me," you lean down to give him a little kiss, between his brows. "you're something of an angel." he lets out a laugh at that, reaching over to pinch the back of your thigh before placing his palm against the soft skin. the way you immediately picked up on the fact that he was hesitant about showing up to your place like this — hesitant on finding out how you might react to witnessing the aftereffects of his fighting.

it warmed his heart. "so sweet to me, eh?" he chuckles at the scowl you give him. "a devilish, wicked angel." you huff, indignant affection in your tone. "but an angel all the same."

♡ :: IZANA is on the rooftop, you already know, as you climb up the stairs to go see if he's there. he's almost always there now, when he's got nothing to do and when kakucho and the others aren't around. you're worried, but you've been struggling to figure out how exactly to express it — izana isn't the type to take pity or concern from others, after all.

"izana?" you call out, opening the door and stepping out onto the roof. he doesn't answer or turn around to face you, but he's there, sitting at the edge with one knee propped up, resting his elbow against it as he watches the cityscape below. "izana, you okay?" you say, sitting down next to him and gently placing your hand over his.

"just enjoying the view," he gives you a small smile, eyes bright and almost dazzling with the way the light of the sunset falls on them. izana's eyes have always been intense, so telling and vivid that it's hard to read what's being conveyed in them at all. you shift a little closer to him, and he takes the opportunity to lay his head on your shoulder.

a silence hangs in the air between you both, wind cutting through, alongside the lull of distant traffic. then, izana asks you, in almost a whisper; "hey. why do you love me?"

it takes you a moment to register the question and think of a good answer, in which he lets out a laugh and starts telling you that he was just playing around — but you cut in, and he has to listen. "i love you, izana - cause you're my angel."

his brows quirk up, but his eyes stay fixed onto your hand as it carresses his, and he laughs — it's supposed to be amused, teasing, but you don't miss how it comes out a little wobbly.

"you're my angel, beautiful and sweet. always here for me," you muse, not caring if you sound disgustingly cheesy or not. "i'll be here as long as you need me." you say, voice soft. "so be here with me, too, okay?"

♡ :: KAKUCHO grabs your arm to stop you from falling flat onto the sidewalk, and when you look up at him to shoot him a half-drunk, apologetic smile, you're met with his frown, concern etched into his sharp features as he scans you from head to toe. "you sure you can walk?"

he would flag down a cab if he could, but it's so late at night, the street is almost deserted and it's just the two of you, kakucho trying to guide your drunk ass back home. "yeah, but these shoes." you nod at the heels you've got on, a grimace painting your face. "hurt so much now. didn't think it'd hurt like this when i put them on."

he contemplates it for a moment, before coming to a hasty decision and bending down a little, hooking one arm around the back of your knees and the other around your back, lifting you up into his arms. "huh — kaku, what are you doing?" your arms flail to secure themselves around his neck, and he juts his chin out at your feet as they kick the air.

"i'll carry you. can't have you walking all the way home if you're in pain." you blink, eyes a little hazy, and shake your head. "but we're almost there! it's fine, baby, you can put me down—" "yeah, we're almost there." he agrees, eyes reflecting the colour of the signboards overhead as he starts walking. "so it's easy — not even a long way."

you can't bother trying to convince him otherwise, snuggling into his chest instead. "such an angel, aren't you, kaku?" you mumble into his shirt, and he's thankful you don't see the way his face goes red in an instant.

♡ :: INUI lays on your lap, scrolling through his phone as you play with his hair, twisting his lush locks into little braids as you hum under your breath.

the moonlight coming through the window lights up his face, curling with the lines of his jaw, the curve of his nose, and sifting through the strands of his hair, making him look like he was glowing.

"seishu," you call out, not really for him to hear and respond to. his eyes shift from his phone's screen towards you. "do you believe in angels?" he blinks, not sure if he should be taking the question seriously or not. "uh, not really. why?"

and he sees the sweet infatuation and humour in your expression as you tell him, "i think you're an angel." he stares at you for a second, before his pale face is flushing up, turning rosy at the cheeks and at the ears as he sits up, flimsily done braids falling to frame his face as he takes you by the back of the neck and pulls you in for a kiss. "nah, baby. if one of us is an angel, then it's you."

you push the hair that falls into his face, revealing his forehead to you, scar and all, and press kisses to his temples and eyes as he slides his hands around your waist, shifting you onto his lap.

"both of us, then." you giggle, as he dips his face to land his lips against your neck. "yeah." you feel him smile, tender and a tad shy, into your skin. "both of us. that's more like it."

[shoyoist]

kakucho with a tattoo of your name on his left pec I’m wheezing I actually need an inhaler oh my god

content: gn!reader. tattoos and piercings + as usual for my writing with kakucho, it's super soft bec he deserves no less ♡♡ p.s. we pretend his bonten tat isn't in almost the same place. thanks.

— ‶｡ଘ.*+ it seems kakucho is really good at hiding surprises.

"what's wrong?" kakucho asks, unable to ignore any longer how you've been staring intently at him for hours on end, since the very moment he had walked into the house, tired out after a long day of various work events he had to power through the entire day.

you didn't stray from your position on the couch, supposedly bingeing your favourite shows, but every time he'd crossed the living room, he'd noticed that your eyes were not on the TV but on him, following his movements without a single miss.

when he'd gotten out of the shower and headed into the kitchen because he needed some water. when he'd come back to retrieve his socks and throw them into the wash, since he'd taken them off and left them thrown across the doorway. when he circled around the couch to grab an apple off the bowl sitting on the coffee table.

then, he'd stepped back and awkwardly stood there for a few minutes, watching the way you examined his body, tilting your head and pursing up your lips in concentration. "is there something wrong, love?"

"nothing." you speak slowly, your gaze still latched onto his body. he feels self conscious, and peers down at himself, scanning his tshirt and pants for any stains or tears or anything that might have caught your attention.

"nothing," you repeat. "except . . . why are you wearing a shirt?"

kakucho blinks, trying to feign innocence. he thinks about what's hiding underneath the fabric stretching across his muscled chest, and shifts one more step back. "am i . . . not supposed to wear a shirt?"

"you never wear one," you accuse, pointing a finger at him. "not even when you're out at work. you stay bare chested, all the time. what gives?"

"uh," he racks his brain for a suitable, logical answer to give you. it wasn't winter, and it wasn't a rainy day, so he couldnt blame it on the cold. if he told you not to mind it, you would instantly worry and make him take the shirt off so you could see if he was okay underneath. "i just felt like having one on today."

your eyebrow twitches, and he winces inwardly. obviously, you wouldn't fucking buy that. "really. i just wanted to wear one."

"and you wore it right after your shower. without even properly drying yourself off?" you extend the question, and he almost freezes in place because fuck, he wasn't expecting you to point that out.

he shrugs his shoulders, as nonchalant as he can bring himself to be. "it's nothing, i promise."

"take it off, then." you lean your chin on your fist, and bat your eyelashes at him prettily, and he blushes despite himself — because you dont know what he's trying to hide. you can't know. but you will. he already knows he's lost this battle. "c'mon, kaku, you look so good with just an unzipped hoodie on. love it when you have your body on full display, baby. i tell you that every day."

"dont i look fine with a tshirt on, though?" he circles past all the praise you're showering him with, and instead offers you a smile, polishing the apple across his pants before bringing it to his mouth for a bite. "muscular men in tight tees. so hot, right?"

you roll your eyes, and he has to laugh at himself — but as he takes a bite out of the apple and starts chewing on it, standing next to the TV that you're paying absolutely zero attention to, you suddenly lean off the couch and peer at his chest, squinting your eyes for a closer look. "wait."

at that, kakucho's entire body heats up immediately, and he desperately fights the urge to turn around and run — fuck, if he had just ignored you and not asked you anything at all, maybe you wouldn't have become this curious. but now, now he was going to get found out. shit.

you hop off the couch and saunter over to him, steps steady and languid, a teasing smirk already in place across your pretty face, and kakucho has no choice but to continue playing innocent — hopefully, hopefully, you were just messing with him, pretending you figured it out so he would break and reveal to you what he was hiding.

if he kept trying, maybe you'd believe him. "baby, what is it? i really have no idea why you're so pressed about this."

"shut up, kaku." you narrow your eyes at him, stopping with only a few inches of distance between your bodies, lifting your hand up and pressing a pointed index finger to his chest. "this is what your crazy gang buddies are dragging you into, huh?"

and despite the situation he's currently being cornered into, he has to appreciate how lightly you talk about bonten.

you're careful about the whole ordeal, but you aren't afraid. the fact that he's involved with such a dangerous, brutal criminal organization doesn't stop you from loving him whole. from waiting for him to come back from work every day. from being patient, from staying calm and taking care of him on the days he returns injured.

it doesn't make you hesitate to move in with him. doesn't hinder you from immediately accepting the ring that he'd put on your finger only weeks ago. you love him, and he's so, so grateful to have you with him at all.

which is why he'd done what he did — but he's not ready to show it to you yet, which feels stupid because he only did all this for you, to show it to you and make you happy, to display to you just how much you meant to him.

but he's fucking shy.

"the one with the bubblegum hair." you choose sanzu to blame, for what you've discovered. "did he rope you into this?"

"no." he says, and you give him a long, scrunitizing look, eyes so gorgeously lit up as you try to glean from him what his reasons are. then, you take one step back, and lower your hands to the hem of his shirt. "take it off, baby, why would you hide this from me? i want to see."

you eye his chest, the thin material of his shirt strained by his pectorals. or rather, you eye the perfectly outlined studs sitting at his nipples.

"you really got your nipples pierced, and then wore such a tight fitting thing to try and hide it?" you chide, smiling wider as you lift the shirt off him. "if you'd just zipped up a hoodie, i would be less likely to notice, and less suspicious, too. you're so dumb sometimes, kaku."

his face burns, but that's not all that's hiding under the tshirt, so he keeps his mouth shut and waits for you to see it for yourself.

"you wanted to look hot for me, did you? wanted to look just a little slutty for me, please me more than you already do?" you taunt, as you raise his shirt up till you're resting the heels of your palms against his collarbones, shirt bunched up between your fingers — he holds his tongue though, because he wants you to see it.

you trace you gaze up his torso, from the beautiful carved abdominal muscles and the lines that follow from his lower back, up to his pectorals, and—

and all at once, your eyes fall onto the swirl of ink that's carved right over his heart, and your tongue stills. your thumb comes down to press gently at one of the studs, but your stare is now locked onto the black calligraphy that sits and waits for you, atop tender, blushed skin.

it's his turn to smirk now, to tease you, to ask you where all your catty remarks went.

but he can't, because you stare at the tattoo on his chest, and when your eyes stumble over to find his, you look stunned — when you look up at him, your lashes flutter, your gaze softens and swells with something so soft and full of love, and your lips part, but nothing comes out for a few moments, and suddenly, he's rendered speechless, too.

"k-kaku." you stutter, fingers leaving the piercing to go and gently trace over the tattoo. it's your name, and you spell it out with your fingers, carefully running your finger over each letter, so gentle, like he could break. "you got a tattoo. of my name."

"over my heart." he tells you, and you swallow thickly. "over my heart, because you own it, my love."

the ring on your finger flashes in the light of the TV, when you rest it against his chest. "h-have i told you, kakucho? that i love you?" your voice comes out in a murmur.

"you have." he says, and when he brings his hand up to cup your cheek in his palm, you feel the cold metal of the matching ring that's on his finger, too. "and i want you to know that i love you too. just as much. maybe more."

"i love you more, baby." you say, as he expects, and he lets out a soft, short laugh before he leans in and closes the distance between your lips.

it's when he kisses you, and kisses you again, before moving back a little for a breath of air, that your hand suddenly slides back to his nipple and curls its fingers around the stud, and yanks.

"hah, what the fuck—" you stop him from breaking the kiss by bringing your other hand up to his nape, pulling him back in so his hot, heavy groan falls into your mouth, and you eat it up, smiling against his lips as you yank again.

his cock twitches under the sweats he's got on, and you giggle, making him feel all the more fucking embarrassed. "this is why you got them, right?" you coo, bringing him close for another kiss. "so i can tug on your tits while i sit on your cock."

"fuck," he hisses, and his tongue slides into your open mouth at the same time that he grabs your ass and pulls your hips against his, grinding his hardening cock against you. "wanna see something else i got for you, then?"

"what?" you gasp at the friction he allows you, and when he pushes you back a little, you're indignant at first, but then — then he grabs the waistband of his sweats and pulls it down, all of a sudden so bold and confident, and you see the stud sitting so gorgeously under the flushed head of his cock, glittering pale silver, matching the ones fixed to his nipples.

you stare, enamoured, but before you can even take the sight in properly, he reaches over and grabs your jaw between two fingers, turning your face back up, pulling your gaze back up to meet his own.

"so, my love." he says, and you shiver at how deep his tone is. "do you like it?"

[shoyoist]

— 𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 : suna rintarou

suna groans into your neck when your phone rings, and as you try to push away from the hold he has on you so you can turn off the alarm, he wraps his arms tighter around you and pulls you back in.

"rin." you sigh, the sleep having left you after laying there and listening to the same alarm go off for the fourth time, snoozing itself and coming back ten minutes later. "can i please. turn it off."

he doesn't answer, instead cuddling even closer into you and exhaling into your skin, eyes shut. you shoot him a glare, even though he couldn't see it. "rin, come on."

"no." he mumbles, finally. it's muffled, because his lips are pressed against your neck still, and his voice is thick and hoarse with sleep - but you manage to pick up his words. "you'll just get up and leave. then it gets cold."

he's so incredibly clingy and looks so childish - and cute, but you're pissed so you push that thought aside - that it's almost difficult to think he'd been so mean last night.

"i need to pee." you mutter, tugging at a strand of his hair.

"sure," he responds in another mumble, unmoving. you sigh, helpless, knowing that your whining for him to let go of you could get as loud as it could, and he'd still ignore it in favor of relishing as long as possible in your warmth and the comfort of your shared bed.

he was always like this on weekends. through the week, as you got through your individually busy and tiring schedules, your bodies and minds would slowly drift towards a longing for the weekend to come, partially for the relief from exhaustion and partially for finally getting the chance to be together again.

with him being a professional athlete, his days were all packed with practise matches and appointments and checkups - and you were yourself a busy person with an equal amount of duties to attend to.

getting two days all to yourself, you wanted to spend as much time as possible with your boyfriend, too.

but the thing was that while you wanted to go out with him, drive over to see the sunrise, have brunch at a beachside restaurant, maybe go see a concert or something - all suna wanted was to sleep in.

you would argue about it sometimes, and most of the time, he'd win. not because he vetoed your wishes, but because he would always do this.

"do you want me to pee on the bed?" you threaten, and he's unfazed, as usual - giving you only a soft hum in reply that could be a yes or a no or a soft snore, you couldn't tell.

defeated, you flop back onto the pillows and let him steal all your warmth.

as you stare down at him, you see how the corners of his mouth twitch up a little, showing off a small smile. the sight softens you, and you mutter a short, fine, and close your eyes.

"only a few minutes, kay." you try one last time. "i have a yoga class at nine."

he sighs, something in between a grunt and a snore, and you have to giggle. you know he'll have you stuck here with him the entire morning, and that you'll only be starting the day around noon. it was the same way every saturday morning, after all.

you should ask your yoga miss to change you to an evening class, you think. because really, though you were acting pissed with him, you missed him just as much as he missed you.

you were just used to staying on track and following through everything you'd set for yourself, and truthfully, without suna here, you might never catch yourself a break.

and it was why you loved him, really. because he was so laidback and easygoing, inert where you were full of drive and activity - the contrast was good for the both of you. symbiotic, you could say, as a friend of yours had pointed out.

as you let your mind wander, you absently curl your fingers into his hair and start playing with it, humming under your breath, and a feeling of peace settles between the two of you.

he stretches out, and pushes the blanket off, muttering to himself that it was too hot now, and you watch the sun coming through the gaps in the curtains fall on his pale skin, lighting up the curves of his muscular form as he moves to a more comfortable position.

you watch him, slowly getting sleepy again, his sharply angled features squished into you as he slept - maybe we can go for a drive around the city limits tonight.

and like he'd heard the thought, he clears his throat, eyes still closed. "i'll take you out to eat tonight."

"okay." you say, and the smile he had on his face widens just a little. your answer is short, but he knows you're happy about the offer.

this was another reason why he always won. he'd get his way, and then he'd let you have yours too. if it wasn't watching the sunrise, then it was watching the sunset. if not a morning coffee date, then it was a late-night boba run.

"okay," you repeat, because yeah, it was fine. the day could wait. your weekend plans could wait. all you needed, all you wanted right now - was to be like this with him. all he wanted was to be like this with you.

sliding down, you squeeze in between his arms and close your eyes, content. and as you fall asleep, you don't notice that the slight tilt of suna's mouth has turned into a big, contented smile.

[shoyoist]

content: gn!reader. no specific warnings, it's kinda soft tbh. this is just me being really tired 'n really needy, hence letting it out by writing <3

AFTER A LONG WEEK FULL OF WORK AND NOTHING ELSE — he's knocking on your door with a fist clenched hard enough to turn his knuckles white, eyes hazy, his cock strained and heavy in his pants.

you try to step aside and give him the space he needs to walk through the door, but he grabs you before you can move, hands going around your waist, yanking you to him and meeting your lips in an open, breathy kiss that tastes of hot, starving desire—

all you can do is curl your fingers around his biceps and arch into the kiss, whimpering into his mouth when he slides his palms down to squeeze at your ass. "missed you," he rasps, finally slotting his hands at the back of your thighs and lifting you up, the pleading bulge in his pants grinding against you as he pushes you up against the nearest surface — a kitchen counter top, some table, against the wall, whatever.

it's a fucking wonder if you manage to drag him into the bedroom before he pulls his cock out, with how urgently he wants you. "missed you so bad, baby."

he fucks into you relentlessly, every stroke of his cock inside you so full and deep, his mouth, tongue and teeth so fervent in the way they leave kisses and bites all over you.

he's holding your body pressed to his chest so you feel the beat of his heart against your own skin, and it's intoxicating, the fact that he's so drunk, so desperate and ravenous for you that it's obvious, tangible, flooding your senses with his love, his lust.

"pretty fucking baby," he hisses into your ear, and his voice cuts off into a pleasured groan when he feels you flutter around him, so tight and wet. he leaves finger-shaped bruises at your thighs and marks in the shape of his teeth at your neck, and draws butterflies in your gut and pools warmth in your heart with his whispers of i love you, i love you, i love you, as he tightens his arms around you and pulls you impossibly closer to him, skin against skin glistening with sweat, spit and slick.

he adores you so much, with all his mind and body and heart, and he feels so empty, so starved and so needy every moment he's away from you—

and he lets you know at the end of every week, when he's finally able to come see you and have you all for himself, the way he's been craving to so badly, the entire time you two were apart.

"fuck, i missed you," he says softly, the hint of a shy smile at the edge of his tone, as he finally pulls himself away, to see how you're littered with the aftermath of his hunger, skin flushed, eyes glazed over and body messy with his cum.

"yeah, i — i missed you, too." you breathe, reaching out and curving your hand around the back of his neck, guiding him back to you so you can place a kiss on his lips, gentle and soft. he's satisfied, for now, and you're not sure if you can take having to cum around his cock again tonight, but you want more, more, more — because you've been just as starved for him as he's been for you.

and he sees it in your eyes, gleaming so sharply in the light as you break the kiss to lock your gaze with his. "missed you more than you think."

literally everyone ok. all your faves are in love, desperate and obsessed with you

[shoyoist]

Hi♡Can you write a little scenarios with Kakucho,Shinichiro,Takeomi &Ran when you said safe word during sex?

— 𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 !! ♡

content: gn!reader. having to use the safe word. in order — overstimulation, cock being too big, face-slapping and very rough sex, heavy degradation & mentions of cheating. i always write kakucho so soft and i will continue to write him that way <33

ft. shinichiro, kakucho, ran & takeomi. — sometimes, they don't know when to stop.

ぞ — SHINICHIRO doesn't allow your hand that's in his hair to control the way his tongue works away at you, eating you out like a menace — he's driven you through multiple orgasms already, with just his mouth, his fucking energy and enthusiasm towards making you cum is going to be forever unparalleled, you think — he licks and savours every bit of slick that drips from you, letting out low sounds of pleasure as he swallows and continues to devour you like he'll never be done.

"shin, shin, shin!" you cry out, but he only digs his fingers into your thigh, pressing fresh bruises into the skin and mumbling into you, "y'can take it for me, angel - l'mme make ya cum one more time—" your hips jerk up when a jolt of raw, stingy pain passes through your core, trying instinctively to close yourself away from him — he's too rough, you're too sensitive. and he's driven you past all the limits of overstimulation that you can take. "no, no i can't!"

you try to push him away, but he just doesn't stop. "mmh," you whimper, and when the next overwhelming flicker of pain runs you through, you give up, and the safe word you've both decided on slips off your tongue.

you repeat it over and over, until shinichiro snaps out of it, and hurries over to cradle your face in his hands - his mouth is wet and sticky, but he still presses kisses to your face, wiping away your tears with his thumb and his lips.

"angel, angel what's wrong? shit, was i too hard on you?"

you gasp heavily, trying to catch your breath, as he pulls you to his chest, rambling apologies and continually asking you what's wrong — until you shake your head. "'s too much, stupid. you think i can cum as much as you want me to, without passing the fuck out?"

he's so sorry, but he doesn't know what else to do — every time he pisses you off, his only get away is to offer to eat you out, which is not an option this time, obviously. "sorry, baby." he mumbles, awkward and a little embarrassed after having been snapped out of his fervor. pressing a kiss to your lips, still sticky and hot, he mumbles, "here, i'll hold you. want me to . . . sing you a song?"

you smack him away, but he only crawls over pushes your legs apart to slot his body in between, letting you fall back onto the bed so he can drop kisses onto your face and chest, and urge you to hold his face and give him kisses in return.

ぞ — KAKUCHO doesn't seem to get it, no matter how many times you tell him — but he's fucking huge. his cock is thick, girthy and long enough to fill you all up, and you struggle to take him even with much prepping and lube combined.

and again, he seems to have forgotten to go slow enough for you to be able to keep up tonight, having mumbled something about a shitty day, a difficult job - before throwing you against the sheets and immediately pulling his cock out.

neither he nor you are fully undressed, the lights in your room aren't even turned on, he's that hurried. despite the darkness, you see the disconcertion and tire in his furrowed gaze as he stretches you out, heavy and hot as he sinks deeper and deeper inside you — you so badly want to let him go as hard and fast as he wants, to let him use you and relieve himself by relishing in your body, but shit, it hurts.

you want to please him, you want to lay there and have him pepper kisses along your jaw and neck as he thrusts into you at his own pace, but you can't. "please, k-kakucho, kakucho!"

you moan, voice pitchy and breathless as you try to get his attention. the moment your designated safe word leaves your lips, he stops like he's been shot - and pulls out immediately, cock hard and slapping against his stomach as he draws away. "what happened? baby, are you alright?"

pushing his hair out of his vision, he scans your body, your face, eyes wide as he gently pulls you into his arms. "what happened?" he repeats, and you swallow thickly, blinking back tears. "it's okay — just, you're so big, kaku. can't take you all at once." the realization dawns on his handsome face, and his voice drips with remorse when he opens his mouth again — kakucho would never, ever dream of hurting you, intentionally or not, and as he softly wipes your tears, he looks almost scared—

"fuck, i'm so sorry baby," he whispers, edging closer for a kiss, before hesitating. "i'm sorry, i should've gone slower. shit—"

you cut him off by pressing your lips to his, and you can't help but notice the way his shoulders relax immediately at your touch. "'s okay, kaku. i know you didn't mean to." he leans into your embrace, hand slipping between your bodies to find its place between your legs.

"i love you."

ぞ — RAN is usually mean in bed — you know that well, and you love it, having been with him for a long time now. he spanks you, spits in your mouth, edges you into a weeping mess before turning the tables and overstimulating the fuck out of you, and he calls you the filthiest names.

it has your toes curling with delight, and your want to get absolutely ruined at his hands never ebbs. until today — today, you don't know why he's being like this, but it doesn't feel right — his hold on the back of your neck as he holds you pinned to the mattress, shoving into you from behind with enough force to send the slap of your skin against skin echoing in your ears, the force of each impact shaking you as you lay there, keening as he pants over you.

if sex could ever feel angry, violent, then this felt like that — and you didn't want it any more.

"ran!" you sob, voice half muffled because of the way your face is angled against the pillow. "ran, please — haah — go slower!" he growls out a shut up, and when you cry for him to stop again, he pulls out, grabs your face with his index finger and thumb squishing your cheeks together, making you turn over onto your back. "what, huh?" he hisses, eyes flashing a low violet.

"you trying to get me pissed off?" he says, before letting go and and slapping you across the face. heat rushes to your cheek, the sting bringing more tears to your eyes — and immediately, you push away and sit up.

"stop!" you cry, and yell out your safe word as soon as you remember that you've got one. "stop, what the fuck?"

you sob, and ran freezes for a few seconds, before his hand drops. "what are you so mad at today, huh?" you say, and his eyes flicker with a series of emotions that you can't figure out, before he carefully reaches for your waist, to pull you back into his embrace.

you let him do it, and he gathers you into his lap and presses his face into the crook of your neck — you're shocked, especially when he draws in a shaky breath and mumbles, "sorry. shit happened, and i was taking it out on you." you place a hand in his hair, loose and wavy as it spreads around his shoulders.

"i'm sorry." he repeats, and what else could you do but forgive him?

ぞ — TAKEOMI is usually so soft and sweet to you, doting on you and getting you whatever you ask for. no matter what, he makes sure you have everything you want, ever the perfect partner. but there's one thing that gets him sour and salty — and that is to see you getting too friendly with younger men.

when you found this out, you immediately took it to your advantage, wanting him to take you home and fuck you senseless to show you who actually owns you, of course — and today is one such day, where takeomi has your body pressed to his, arms wrapped around you as he bounces you on his cock, heavy balls hitting your ass every time he jerks hilt deep into you.

"little whore," he mutters, eyes half closed as he gropes at your thighs. "think you can get away with having your fun with other men, and still have me wrapped around your finger, eh?" you let out a whine, forehead resting on his broad shoulder, hands gripping at his arms. "want me to treat you like that, huh? want me to go round fucking every pretty thing i find, see how you like it?"

you shake your head, and he lets out a low chuckle, exhaling heavily when you clench around him. "feel your slutty hole getting tighter, angel. getting off on this, huh — 's that all you're good for? attracting eyes and getting people all over you? have other men been using you as their cumdump, too?" you shake your head again, voicing out that no, you belong to him only — and he laughs, voice rugged. "try any more funny things and this cock of mine won't be yours."

that has a hollow feeling blooming in your chest, despite the way you knew and tried to convince yourself that he was just saying it in the heat of the moment — and you relent to the feeling, letting out the sob that's been building in your throat.

as soon as takeomi hears the safeword being said into his ear, he loosens his grip and sits you up in his lap, trying to figure out if he hurt you, if he was too rough somehow, when you blurt out, "please, omi, don't leave me! i promise i was just messing with you — i love you!"

when he sees your eyes brimming with anxiety, his expression softens immediately, going to cup your face and kiss you on the nose. "course i wont leave you, angel. you're mine, and i know you love me." you lean into his palm, wrapping your fingers around his wrist. "'m sorry." at that, he shakes his head, grinning as he slides his hand over to your waist. "so cute, eh?"

[shoyoist]

— 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 !!

cw: gn!reader. fluff. suggestive. dumbass highschool-esque vibes lol. you sneak them into your room, and almost get busted by your parents.

ぞ | he pulls away as soon as he realizes someone's coming, eyes going wide as he whirls around to stare at your door, and you don't get what's happening at first. "are you okay—" then you hear it, too, the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. "is that - is that your mom?" when you cuss under your breath, he takes it as a yes and his arms snap away from where they're wrapped around you, and he scrambles to his feet. "shit, what do i do? where do i hide?" the colour drains from his face, and he starts frantically scanning your room to find a hiding place - he's scared af lmao. you have to get up and push him into your closet before giving him a kiss on the cheek to calm him down.

iwaizumi, aran, kageyama, hoshiumi, hinata

ぞ | he gets a little too lost in the feel of your lips and your hands, so he doesn't even hear the sound of your parents' car pulling up outside. you take him by the shoulders and push him off and hiss, "my parents are here!" he grabs your waist and pulls you back in for a kiss, muttering about how there's still time before they come inside the house. you repeat to him that hey, my parents are here!? and he gives you a grin. "come on, a few more minutes won't hurt." and you're opening your mouth to retort when you hear your mom calling your name. that snaps him out of it, and with a whispered oh, oh shit— he gets up and runs into your bathroom, locking the door behind him. definitely trips over his own feet in his hurry.

atsumu, bokuto, kuroo, oikawa, tendou

ぞ | the two of you hear the car pull up at the same time, and you break away from the kiss you're in the middle of to stare at your door. a second later, he turns sharply to you and hisses, "i thought your parents weren't gonna come home until tonight?" you shake your head, "that's what they told me!" he wastes no time getting up, opens your door and runs out into your living room. "what the fuck are you doing?" you call after him, and when you follow him out you see him making a beeline for the back door. he doesn't even say goodbye to you, just makes his escape asap and because he's just that fast and stealthy he manages to get away without a hitch lol. if you don't have a back door he's straight up jumping out the kitchen window or smth.

sakusa, osamu, suna, konoha, shirabu

ぞ | "i think my parents are back!" you tell him with wide eyes, and he panics just a little when he hears the sound of voices coming from outside, because he knows just how strict your parents are. pulling away from you, he gets up and scans the room for a hiding place, but you hear someone approaching your room. "just get in the bathroom and hide behind the shower curtains - I'll pretend I'm peeing or something." you beg, and the two of you race into your bathroom. he draws the curtain over himself and peeks out as you shut the door and turn to him, and he has to laugh, because the situation is just too fucking ridiculous to not be funny. (100% contemplated jumping out your window for a moment, despite your room being on the first floor, before you told him to hide in the shower)

akaashi, kita, yamaguchi, fukunaga, semi

a/n: to the anon that gave me this idea, i accidentally deleted your ask and felt so bad that i immediately started writing this. also. the way i struggled to title/tag this.

[shoyoist]

—𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 !!

ft: baji, kazutora, rindou & ran.

cw: gn!reader, fluff, mildy suggestive.

ぞ | BAJI has so much to talk about, it's never quiet or awkward with him.

he'll complain about various inconveniences he faced throughout the day, and offer to knock some sense into anyone you mention that gave you trouble. "huh, maybe if I go kick their asses—" "no, keisuke."

always asks if you're hungry, and offers to take you out to some fast food place, or get you something from a street vendor before he drops you home.

tries to take paths that people don't usually walk on, just so he can hold your hand or sling an arm around you. when the sun sinks lower into the sky and the light fades into the dusk, and you get closer to where you live, you'll either have him becoming soft and start telling you that he loves you, he misses you, that he's saving up for tickets to your favourite concert—

or you'll have him decide he doesn't wanna let you go home yet, and drag you into some dark alley to make out.

ぞ | KAZUTORA is a lot more softspoken and shy as your boyfriend than he was when you first got to know him.

when he found out that you share his taste in music, he started bringing his earphones around with him — and it's mostly silent as you share them and listen to music as you walk together.

he sometimes comes to pick you up with drinks in hand, one for him and one for you - and if you give him a kiss to thank him, he'll be flustered, but he'll kiss you back. can be a little awkward because there's honestly a lot he wants to say but he's not sure how to bring it all out?

"so how was your day, tora?" "well, yeah. it was okay." please. he's also antsy about having your parents or someone you know see you out with him (he doesn't want people telling you he's not good for you, or stopping you from seeing him) so he kind of drops you off at the end of your street.

will come up to your door with you if you ask him sweetly though, and he only leaves after you get inside and wave at him from a window.

ぞ | RINDOU waits for you to take his hand as you walk.

he'll not-so-subtly brush his fingers against yours, and it's so obvious what he's trying to do — if you ignore him, he'll jam one hand into his pocket turn his face away from you and roll his eyes. then, he'll grab your hand with his free one — and you walk like that.

"rin, i keep telling you. if you wanna hold my hand then just say—" "oh, shut up." when he finds out that your friends are jealous of you for bagging a guy like him, he starts making a point to show up while you're in the middle of a conversation with them just so they'll see him, and you'll have to excuse yourself from them to leave.

he'll hook an arm around your waist and pull you out of their sight, and then he'll give you a small peck on the lips. if you question him about it, he'll pretend he has no idea what you're talking about.

ぞ | RAN prefers to drive you home on his motorcycle, but on some days, he'll leave the thing behind and take you out for a walk. his hand never leaves your hip, and he'll throw looks at anyone that stares weird at the two of you.

he's not much of a talker, so he just lets you ramble on about your day, about what you're currently working on, about something particularly noteworthy that happened recently, whatever.

he likes walking through the main streets, where all the big shops have their merchandise on display. if he catches you looking at something through the shop windows, he'll definitely buy it for you.

"hm, you want that?"

"what, no, i was just taking a look!"

"let's go in and get a better look then."

drops you off at your doorstep, and if you turn around without giving him the farewell he wants, he'll clear his throat — and when you turn back to him, he'll grab your face, pull you close and give you the kiss he's been wanting to give you the whole walk home.

[shoyoist]

Can you do a headcanon with various Haikyuu boys when they save you from somebody trying to harass you?

— 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄�� 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔

cw: gn!reader, brief desc. of reader getting/about to get harrassed. the guys are all in the timeskip in this one.

you're counting the change the counter had given you for the tickets, slowly walking towards the terminal - when he grabs you by the elbow and pulls you behind him, standing firmly between you and the man that had just been trying to get a handful of your ass without you even realizing it. you're about to ask him what was wrong, but then you catch how he's staring at the man that's now lurching back, hands in the air as if in surrender. "keep your hands to yourself," he says, and his voice is low, undertones so unusually sharp that your eyes widen in surprise. with only that, he turns to you and his gaze brightens back up, softens immediately. "let's go, baby - we'll miss the train if we don't hurry up." you're confused - and slowly, you realize what was happening, or what was about to happen - but he doesn't give you the time to question it, taking you by the wrist and leading you away to the benches, talking about getting something to eat once you get off the train.

⤻ hinata, bokuto, akaashi, nishinoya, daichi

he comes up from behind and circles an arm around you, protective and possessive as he presses your back to his side and shoots a look at the woman that was getting just a little too handsy with you. she clicks her tongue, "oh, so you're just gonna call someone up and psych me out of getting what i want, huh?" he raises an eyebrow at her and gives you a questioning look. "she's - um, a former coworker. she got sacked, though, and—" the woman frowns, arms snapping up to cross over her chest. "i did nothing to lose that job, and i know you had something to do with it!" your boyfriend remains unphased, and he shakes his head in mock disappointment. "so you're gonna resort to harrassment, to figure out the truth?" he purses up his lips, glances shortly at you before meeting the woman's eyes again. "yeah, if you were anything like this at work, it's no surprise you were fired." her mouth opens up at that, as if she's about to retort, but then she lets out an angry exhale and storms off, muttering something under her breath that you can't bother straining your ears to try and catch. he chuckles, and wraps his other arm around you as well. "you okay?" he asks, and you answer him with a kiss to his lips.

⤻ atsumu, kuroo, futakuchi, oikawa, sugawara

he sees you talking to a couple of weirdos as he's crossing the road to join you on the other side of the street, and he quickens his pace when he catches the desperate look you send his way. "what's going on?" he asks, brows knitting together as he takes you by the wrist and pulls you to his side, away from the two guys. they give your boyfriend a once-over and step back, sheepish grins appearing on their faces. you shuddered a little, thinking about how the first guy had stuck his tongue out and winked at you as he approached, and you instinctively move further back. of course, your boyfriend takes notice - he notices that you're scared, and fuck that, because he's pissed off now. "i asked you fuckers what's going on, you wanna—" your tug at his arm stops him, and he cuts himself off, turning to you. "let's just go," you say, looking past his shoulder as the two guys quickly make their escape. "let's go." you repeat, and he turns his head to give them one last scowl, before he pulls you close for a hug.

⤻ iwaizumi, hoshiumi, kyoutani, tanaka, yamamoto

you only spoke to the guy when he stopped beside you as you waited for your boyfriend to pick you up, because you didn't want to be rude. but once you answered his first question, he kept going, and now he's edging closer and closer, and you weren't sure if he was about to try something or not - but you're starting to feel really uncomfortable with the way he's eyeing you. it's just as you're about to inch away that your boyfriend pulls up on his motorcycle, and for a moment, there's an awkward silence as the guy pauses, and as you turn to look at your boyfriend. he remains seated on his motorcycle (trying to figure out the situation, really) and the aura that emanates from him is just so imposing, and he looks so ready and capable of doing something that could end up giving the dude lasting injuries, that he just fucking dips. you get on the back of the vehicle, glad he showed up when he did, and he watches with his eyes half shut as the guy disappears around the corner of the street. "who was that?" he asks. "i don't know, but he was weird." you reply, and as he revs the engine, his eyes remain impassive. "didn't like how he was looking at you, baby."

⤻ sakusa, ushijima, suna, matsukawa, kunimi

[shoyoist]

Rehka it’s me! Okok I heard you had reqs open and I was hoping to get a fic with Kaz where he’s really attached to a childhood toy (like a teddy bear or sumthn) and he loses it and he’s really thankful when you find it for him. THANK YOU I LOVE YOU <333

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃 | hanemiya kazutora

cw: fluff + a little angst. gn!reader.

kazutora's just moved into your place, and while he's unpacking his things and getting settled, he realizes that something's missing.

kazutora wakes up early, meaning to finish up the last of his unpacking before you woke up — but when he opens his eyes and sits up, the other side of the bed is empty.

for a moment, he sits there amongst the blankets, blinking away the sleep in his eyes. he lifts a hand to soothe away his bed hair, only to remember that you'd braided his locks for him before going to sleep.

as he flips the braid over his shoulder and looks at it, he hears the sound of plates clinking together, and figures that you're in the kitchen, rustling up something to eat.

the curtains shift lightly when the air conditioner lets out a sheaf of cooled wind, and the sunlight pooling onto the window spills into the room through the gaps. it feels more peaceful than he'd thought.

he takes his time in the shower, and when he walks out into the kitchen, he sees you scowling at the pot you've got set on the stove. walking over, he puts his arms around your waist, leaning over your shoulder to press a kiss to your hair. "what's up?"

"the eggs exploded." you reply shortly, pressing your back to his chest and relishing in his hold. he looks into the pot, sees white and yellow goop floating about in the boiling water, and he has to snicker. "the fuck did you do to it?"

rolling your eyes, you push away and switch the stove off, turning to him with apologetic eyes. "sorry, breakfast's gonna take a bit."

"it's fine." he gestures back to the bedroom with his chin. "i'll go hang up my stuff in the closet and all."

"right," you nod, bending down to open up a cabinet and pull out some other ingredients. "if you want anything washed, the machine's in the bathroom. just keep it in the basket next to the dryer for now."

he smiles softly as he heads back into the room, thinking wistfully about how once, he'd thought he would never be able to experience things like this.

moving into the house of someone he wants to spend forever with. kissing someone good morning, seeing them get pissed over a messed up breakfast. talk about hanging clothes and washing them. he thinks about how he wants to put a ring on that pretty finger of yours, as soon as he can.

is it too soon? will you say yes? he hopes so, and anyway, he's just too happy that he gets to think about these things at all, to worry about those things. he's happy, and that's enough — more than he could ever ask for.

the bedroom smells like you, of your lotion and perfume, of your shampoo — and he realizes that the faint lavender smell on your clothes that he catches when you hug him good bye after dates, is the smell of the candle that's currently out, after having burned away at your desk for a while last night.

soon, his clothes will smell like that, too.

he makes himself comfortable, throwing clothes about as he makes room for himself in the closet, slowly and carefully slotting his belongings amongst yours. it's intimate, in a domestic way, he thinks. he's a part of your life now, more so than he was before.

he laughs at himself, for being quite so sappy about this — but he can't help it, really, it's all even a little bit overwhelming, how his life has pieced itself together after having fallen apart for so long.

he's busy making sure everything he brought with him is now where it all belongs in your house, when he realizes that something is missing.

wait, he looks around, starting feel a little panicky immediately upon being unable to catch sight of it on the floor. where is it? did i bring it with me?

he's sure he put the stuffed bunny into his bag — he'd made sure to keep it at the top so it wouldn't get crushed under the rest of his luggage, he remembers. but where is it? he racks his brain as he strides over to the other side of the bedroom to grab the bag, but it's not in there, and he can't remember if he took it out last night or not.

when he's done stalking around the bedroom in search for the plushie, he leaves and enters the living room, wondering if he'd left it on one of the sofas. "kazu?" you poke your head out from within the kitchen. "you alright?"

"uh, yeah." he's not really listening to you, lifting up the pillows and scanning underneath. "just looking for something."

he's had that bunny since he was only a few years old, and it's been through hell and back with him — surviving all the times it was thrown about by parents that couldn't care less, all the times he had to move, all the times he'd sobbed himself to sleep with it in his arms.

i can't lose it now. common sense tells him he brought it to your place with him last night, and that it's somewhere in your house, he just needs to find it - but his stomach goes hollow when he checks under the sofa and it's not there.

"is it your phone?" you ask, from above the noise of eggs frying. "your phone's on the counter over here."

"no, uh, it's something else." he says, unsure about whether he should tell you what exactly it is. the only people that even knew about the existence of his bunny were baji, mikey and the other boys that had founded toman alongside him, years and years ago — and they'd made fun of him. hanemiya kazutora, the tiger, with a stuffed bunny?

but they did know how much sentimental value was in that thing, and they'd witnessed some of the things the bunny had weathered through with him. so they knew, and they understood.

it's been his constant comfort for a long time, now - as his friends had been. as you are, now.

you would understand, too, he was sure — but perhaps, there was a part of him that was a little embarrassed, for being a fully grown man still attached to a stuffed toy from years and years ago.

he's too busy raking through the shelves that stand on either side of your TV to notice you've gone into the bedroom, so when your voice comes from within, he whips his head around, startled. "kazu? come in here, will you."

he hesitates, but he heaves a sigh and straightens up anyway, and follows your voice back into the bedroom.

his eyes go wide when he sees his bunny sitting on the bed.

he sees your hands on either side of its little body, holding it upright on the edge of the mattress, and he sees you crouching behind the bed - a lousy attempt to hide yourself from view. ". . . you found it."

"tora-tora!" your voice is high pitched, and you bob the bunny's head, as if it's the one talking to him. "tora-tora, you dummy! you hid me under the mattress last night and forgot about me. if it wasn't for y/n i would have died in there!"

kazutora feels the relief wash through him, to see that he hasn't lost it after all, and he lets out a laugh — it's a little awkward, but the gratitude is there in the way he mutters, "very funny, y/n."

you pop out from behind the bed, teasing smile already present on your face. lifting the toy onto your lap, you take a seat on the edge of the bed instead. "i didn't know you still had stuffed animals, kazu."

"that's the only one, don't get any ideas." he drops onto the bed, too, and takes his precious bunny gently from your hold. "i've had it since i was really young. can't just get rid of something like that, ya know."

"of course you can't." you agree, still with that smile on your face as you lean in close and give him a kiss on the cheek. "it's still adorable, though, that you have a baby bunny. how unexpected of you."

"ha-ha." he rolls his eyes, feeling himself go red in the face. grabbing the bunny by the arms, raising it up close to your face. he clears his throat, imitating the pitchy voice you'd used for it. "thank you y/n! i'm very important to kazutora, so he's very happy you found me!"

he presses the little, string-sewn mouth of it to your nose and jests, mwah! — and the two of you break into laughter immediately.

"shit, you're so cute!" you pull him close again, landing a giggly kiss on his other cheek. "is this how you are every morning? i could get used to this, really."

tucking a loose strand of two-toned hair behind his ear, kazutora gives you a smile. you're still laughing, but the tender glow in his gold eyes and the way the lift of his mouth is so sweet — has the breath knocked out of you. "maybe." he mumbles in answer, putting the bunny down between your pillows.

before you can move away after kissing him on the cheek, he puts his hand on your shoulder, and fits his lips against yours. "breakfast is ready, by the way." you slip into the kiss, cupping his face.

"mm." he hums, turning a little, and it's so soft — softer than any kiss he's given you before. his voice is warm, adoring, and you realize that this actually did mean a lot to him.

and when you look into his eyes and ask him if he's embarrassed, he looks away, lips pressed tightly together — and it prompts you to tell him what's been on your mind all morning. "kazutora, you know - i think i really love you."

he doesn't meet your eyes, still, but you continue. "and i think - i'm really happy we're living together now. i'm thinking, maybe we—"

you halt when his gaze shoots over to lock onto yours all of a sudden, the intensity of his stare too overwhelming for you to confess under. "um, yeah." you smile, sheepish, but he seems to get it.

after all, he was thinking something along the same lines, too — just a while ago. kazutora takes your hands in his own, so gentle you couldn't ever imagine he'd ever killed someone with them. he kisses you again, sincere and sweet. "yeah, i . . . i love you, too."

[shoyoist]

adlers and which parts of you they mark !!!

— 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 !!

ft. kageyama, hoshiumi, ushijima + aran bec i want him here <3

cw. smut. minors do not interact. gn!reader. this ended up so much softer than i intended lmao — body marking ofc. no actual fucking?? just hickeys and all. finally got to this, thank u for the suggestion storm !!

⠀⠀⠀⠀ . ｡˚ ♡ he can't help but be a lil rough when you're just so cute.

ぞ KAGEYAMA leaves marks on you, wherever he can put his lips on. it's not that he's bent on showing off to everyone that he's yours and yours only — you are, but he's not necessarily trying to prove it — but he's always been one to enjoy practising his skills, expanding his abilities.

he adores the sounds you make when he nips at your sensitive skin, the way you whimper when he sucks and licks at the bite he's just left on you, and he wants to have you doing it more.

you tell him to keep his attention away from parts of your body that people can see, but he just can't help it — every time, he grabs you by the arms and holds you down, hair brushing at your jaw as he peppers kisses on your collarbone, your shoulders, your neck, trying to kiss a reaction out of you so he can choose where to take between his teeth.

he loves your chest, the dip of your waist, the curve of your back, the slant of your thighs — wherever he can put his lips on, he's leaving his marks on.

ぞ HOSHIUMI also marks you up everywhere, but when it's not on purpose is when he leaves those finger-shaped bruises all over your thighs, hips and at your waist.

it's not his fault you feel so fucking good to him, wrapped around his cock so tight and hot that it has him gritting his teeth and grabbing at you to control your pace, otherwise he'll be letting out moans more wanton and needy than he ever wants to let out, and he'll cum way too fast under the action of your fluttering hole, warm and wet and hot, hot, hot—

he sometimes leaves an intentful bite at your neck, 'cause he finds a giddy, seductive sort of euphoria in glancing over at you and seeing the marks of his teeth etched on your skin, remembering the pitchy whine you let out when he put it there — and he laughs when you complain about how people are going to see.

"they'll just know you belong to me," he says, both cheeky and smug at the same time, and you can't help the way you feel hot once you see the look in his eyes <33

ぞ USHIJIMA finds a sort of sweet, sensual intimacy in leaving marks on the insides of your thighs. he uses it as foreplay, head between your legs that are thrown across his shoulders as he leaves soothing kisses over the bites he's leaving on the soft flesh, relishing in the way your thighs jerk and how you gasp every time he nips at your skin.

he holds you in place, muscular arms pinning you to the sheets when you squirm away from his hot breath, trying to keep his wandering lips and searching teeth away from the spots that he's teasing a little too much — he slaps your thigh to let you know he wants you to stay still, be good for him while he takes his time with you.

and when you let your body go slack in his hold, falling back and letting out a pliant sound at the next bite he etches onto the supple skin of your inner thigh, he hums in satisfaction. "so pretty, my love."

ぞ | ARAN is another incredibly romantic person, i think — he's that guy that treats you just right, smothers you with his adoration, walks you home and buys you all the food and gifts you want, and his romance carries elsewhere as well. you become aware of that when he lays you across his sheets, hands gently pinning your wrists over your head as he kisses at your stomach, lips landing right over your heart, and across your sides.

"gorgeous," he hums after almost every kiss, every mark he leaves under your ribs at the curve of your waist. "beautiful." he won't let you shy away from his whispers and his mouth — if there was a real definition for a 'love bite' it would be the marks he leaves on you.

smatters hickeys under your jaw, at your waist, and the back of your thighs just under the curve of your ass. he kisses each mark he leaves, just for good measure. and he likes it best when you're left all hot and flustered under his touches.

fresh marks printed into your skin by the work of his mouth, fucked good and full as you fall asleep in his arms.

[shoyoist]

I wanna squish, sleep and knead atsumu/kuroo/bokutos titties

atsumu's so cocky about it yaw he's like, "ya can suck on em if ya want." all winks and smirks until you actually do it, wrapping your lips around one nipple as you squish the other between your fingers — oh, oh shit. turns so red in the face i tell you.

kuroo's not nearly as sensitive, but he loves returning the favour i bet. he's the kinda guy that just loves having his hands on you, always looking to pull out sounds and reactions from you.

and bokuto? he LOVES being used as a pillow. after a long day, all he wants is to have you sit between his legs, lay your head on his chest and fall asleep together. when you get touchy, he opens one golden eye and flashes you a lazy grin. "baby, how 'm i supposed to sleep like this, hm?"

[shoyoist]

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 | hittou kakucho

the early morning air is cold, but the sky is tinted pink with signs of the incoming sun. with a jacket on, kakucho feels fine, as he steps out the door and heads over to his motorcycle, parked across the street from where he lives. his glasses fog over when he exhales, and he pushes them higher up his nose.

it's second january — but to kakucho, it's only an ordinary day, really, because his birthday has long ago lost its flair to him. his parents had never been very celebratory people, and when he was a kid, he hadn't had many friends to invite over for a party or anything, anyway. and after izana— well, after izana . . . he'd never had anyone, or bothered to find anyone that pushed or persuaded him to feel special about the day of his birth.

his birthday means nothing much to him, and he prefers to spend the entire day alone. it's something of a little ritual - it doesn't add any significant meaning to the day - but he likes taking a walk by himself, perhaps drive along the outskirts of the city by himself, treat himself to a good dinner. sit at a shrine and wonder if ghosts really do exist, if people do go someplace after they die - and if they do, then if there are dead people sitting somewhere and celebrating his birthday on his behalf.

sometimes, if he's feeling extra retrospective, he even goes down to visit the cemetary. to see the actual tombstones set up for his parents, that he hadn't known existed when he as a lonely orphan had piled up sand and snow together, years ago, in an effort to honour his mother and father.

to see izana, the only other person that found much meaning in what the second day of january spelled out.

today, he's thinking about a drive over to the beach — it'll be cold, maybe too cold for him to take even with the jacket on, but it doesn't really matter to him — as he shoves the key into his motorcycle, when his phone vibrates in his pocket.

who's calling me so early in the morning? he thinks, as he pulls the device out from where it's laying at his hip - and he sees your name flash across the screen. his brows knit together as he slides his thumb over to pick up the call, and brings the phone to his ear, wondering if you were perhaps in trouble. "hello?"

"kaku!" you sound a little breathless, and his frown deepens. "are you okay?" his grip around the handlebar tightens a little as he climbs onto the vehicle.

"huh? yeah i'm fine." you chirp in reply - you're definitely running or climbing a stairway - but before he can ask, your voice arrives in his ear again. "where are you right now?"

"i'm right outside my place." he glances at the building he just walked out of, and then at the sky. "about to go somewhere. why?"

"no!" you yell, and he winces a little at the increase in volume. "stay right there! i'm on my way."

"why?" he asks. "are you alright?"

"just wait there!" is all you offer in answer, before the line goes dead. he's got no choice but to sit on his motorcycle and wait for you to arrive, because you've told him to wait and there's no way he can leave after that.

the sky turns brighter, as he taps a foot against the frosty asphalt and sends his watch a glance. he imagines you hurrying down the blocks that separate his place from yours, cheeks flushed because you're walking fast and because it's so chilly out, and sticks his hands into his jacket pockets to feel for his spare gloves.

it's only a few minutes later that he spies your figure appearing around the corner. the street is empty, spare for the two of you - because nobody in their right mind would step out of their warm, comfortable houses so early when it was snowing only a few hours ago last night.

you wave at him as you approach, and he cant help but smile, you're so cute, bundled up in a thick scarf, a hat on your head, and a coat he recognizes as one he bought you - he didn't have to worry whether you might have forgotten your gloves or not. but he's sure the only reason you dressed so carefully was because you knew he'd nag you about it if you didn't.

"kaku!" you call out again, as you walk up to him and press a kiss to his cheek. your lips are cold, and he's a little tempted to turn his face and kiss you to warm them up, but then you pull away and he holds back. "where are you going, so early in the morning?"

oh yeah. you haven't known him or been with him long enough to be familiar with the fact that he leaves his house every morning on his birthday, disappearing off everyone's radar only to return late at night — and he's not sure how to explain it. "well, i was just going out."

"should be taking me with you." you huff, eyes sparkling even in the dull winter sunlight. you're too sweet for someone like him, he wants to say, but he doesn't dare, because yours is all the warmth he's got on some days.

"and why's that?" he suffices with saying instead, adding the hint of a smile to his voice. you roll your eyes, digging your hand into the pocket of your own coat. "because it's your birthday, duh! i want to take you so many places and get you so many things - imagine if you up and left before i got here."

he's a little surprised when you mention his birthday — he doesn't remember telling you when it is, but he guesses that some time during the months in which you've been together, you asked him, and he must've answered you. either that, or you asked ran or rindou or someone, and found out.

you're wrapped up in enough clothing to keep you warm, but kakucho still pulls you closer to him when a gust of wind shifts the leaves of the tree that's standing some distance away. he smells your perfume, wants to lean into you a little, but he still holds back. "oh?"

you pull something out of your pocket - it's a little box, a pretty thing that looked like it was of black felt, lined in silver. you look up at him, pressing your lips together, face just a little brighter red than it should be. "i got you something."

he raises his eyebrows, and it prompts you to open the box up and show him what's inside.

when he sees the jewelry sitting patiently inside, his heart feels like it might melt - it's fucking winter, and yet you're still enough warmth to chase away any frost that gnaws at his heart.

there's a pair of promise rings - bands of plain silver, and there's a pair of earrings, gold lines to be hooked into the lobes of his ears. "one for you and one for me." you explain, pointing to both the earrings and and the silver bands. "we can match."

he's silent, both his red eye and his blind one a little wide and slightly awestruck as he continues to stare at the gift in your hands. you hurry to supply him with more information, getting nervous when he doesn't say anything. "uh, i felt like you wouldn't want something too fancy or flashy, you know? so i tried to get something that kinda conveyed how much you mean to me. something you'd be able to wear on you - something simple!"

when he finally looks up at you, his gaze is intense - he pulls you closer still, and inhales, eyes never leaving yours. "and how much do i mean to you?"

"huh?" he's warm, so warm, you wonder how someone so firm can have such soft, full eyes. "you mean everything to me, kaku. i - i love you."

you've said such things many times, of course, and he's returned your feelings fully - but it's only in this moment that it hits him quite so hard. he thinks he might just cry - but again, he holds back. "you love me?"

"of course i love you," you repeat, and he's so glad when you put your arms around him and pull him in for a hug. "kakucho, i love you. happy birthday."

fuck, i love you. "i love you, too." he lets you hook the earring where it belongs at his lobe. you tuck some stray locks of his hair behind his ear, and he watches the thing dangle to his chin, long and sparkling gold in the reflection of the bar end mirror. then you hook your share of the earrings to the lobe of your ear, and giggle as you show it off.

he picks up one of the rings and stretches his palm to you, to place your hand on. slipping the ring onto your finger, he tells you that you can come with him if you like, that he's thinking of driving around the city before stopping somewhere for brunch.

you agree enthusiastically, adorable as you happily slip his ring on for him. "anywhere you want, let's go!"

he starts the motorcycle up as you climb on behind him, holding onto your shoulders for support — and for the first time in years. for the first time in years, he feels for himself, that yeah.

maybe his birthday is special.

if it means this much to you, then it's got to mean something to him. as he glances at you through the mirror, you rest your chin on his shoulder and wrap your arms around his waist, and he has to say it again. "i love you."

"i love you more." you return without hesitation, and he smiles, choosing not to say any more, despite wondering if it was possible at all for anyone to love someone as much as he loves you right now.

maybe he'll visit his parents, still. maybe he'll go see izana, too. except this time, he won't be alone. he'll have you at his side.

he hopes they can see. he hopes they rejoice. because he does.

[shoyoist]

Could u do Mikey/Smiley x bimbo/himbo reader, please.

(Preferably himbo)

cw: just fluff. cute shit. like a hint of angst on mikey's part, and mentions of getting rejected. i did gn!reader, hope that's good with you <3 and i also did both nahoya and mikey because i got ideas and this was fun to do hehe.

ぞ | NAHOYA sits on his bike with his back to the handlebars, giving you his signature, gleeful grin as he eyes the drink you're cradling in your hands. "let me have a taste." he quips, snickering when your brows knit together and you pull the cup a little closer to your chest, lips twisting with indignance around the straw.

"c'mon, i'm getting thirsty. don't want me to start a fight while i'm thirsty, do ya?" your frown deepens — because yeah, that's true, isn't it — if your 'hoya is going to show you his best today, he's gotta be in top form, he was so sweet about bringing you here to watch him throw down the assholes that messed with you a few days ago, too.

the sunlight traversing through the sakura leaves above your heads falls into your eyes as you tilt your head a little, contemplating what to do. he places a suggestive hand on your leg, leaning closer and widening his smile when you shift your gaze back to him.

"fine," you say, holding the cup over to him. "only one sip, okay?" he grabs it from you immediately, assuring you that of course, he's going to take only one sip! before he takes the straw between his lips and sucks an entire mouthful of it down his throat in one go.

"hey!" you smack his arm and wrestle the cup out of his hand, face heating up as you take it away and stare in dismay at how it's now more than half empty. "i said one sip!" he slaps his own thigh, laughing at your expense as he wipes his mouth with the back of his other hand. "i did take one sip!"

"nahoya! you know how bad i wanted to have this for myself! i didn't even get to drink half!" your bottom lip juts out, voice going higher as you kick one foot out — it lands against his shin and it was a sharp fucking kick, but nahoya is too busy laughing at you to care. "you're too cute, so hot when you're mad at me." he reaches out to pull your cheek.

"whatever." you mutter, pretending to be more annoyed than you actually were, looking away from him and taking a half hearted sip of what was left of your drink. "aw, come on! i'm the one that bought you that, ya know." all he wants to do is rile you up, because he adores you that way, face flushed and hands fisted as you give him a piece of your mind — he just loves kissing all the anger out of you right when you're ready to throw hands. before you can retort, though, the noise of motorcycle engines arrive in the distance.

the park's been devoid of activity so far, empty due to how hot the afternoon sun was as it shone onto the sandy ground — it seems his opponents are finally here. the smile he's wearing doesn't stop stretching across his face, but now he's even more pissed at them than he was before. "they really had to show up now, huh?" hopping off the bike, he gives your knee a squeeze and lands a kiss on your cheek. "i'll get you another, right after i beat the shit out of these guys, m'kay? and if ya cheer for me, i might even give you a few kisses. those pretty lips are looking damn lonely."

your pout fades away as he turns around and faces the group of teens that's gathering at the gate, heart squeezing a little at his corny remarks and at the sight of his confidence, when he cracks his knuckles and starts walking towards them. "are you fuckers ready to face the consequences of messing with my bitch?"

ぞ | MIKEY has been hanging out at the arcade for about an hour now, doing nothing but walking around and chewing on the popcorn he'd bought himself when he came in, trying to make the bag last as long as possible. he gives you a glance every now and then, as you sit at the bench near the entrance, blankly staring at your feet and blinking harshly once in a while.

he's pretty sure you've been sitting there since he came in, and curiousity's finally getting the better of him. he walks by, one hand in his pocket, the other carelessly holding his popcorn, and calls out. "hey, you good?" your head jerks up, and he notices that your eyes are puffy, tinted red, as your gazes meet.

for a moment, you just stare at him, as if shocked to see someone in here other than yourself — as if you'd thought you were in your own little bubble with nobody around to witness you. "uhm." you mumble, eyes snapping away. "yeah, i guess." mikey raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. he catches the way you're holding a crumpled piece of paper in your fist, and flops beside you onto the bench. "nah, you gotta tell me."

you rub at one eye with a closed fist, watching him closely. "what's it to you?" your voice is weak, but the challenge is still there. mikey shrugs, wondering why he's interested at all — maybe because he's here to relive memories, and hence, is feeling sympathetic. "just curious."

it's answer enough to you, it seems, since you show him the paper in your hands. "i've been in love with one boy for the longest time." you tell him about how you confessed to your long loved crush with a letter, and explain to him the disaster than came with it. the neon blues and pinks within the arcade light up the curves and lines of your face and hands as you turn to him, waving your hands around as you pour your heart out to him —

"he wrote me a letter back, only to reject me! i put in so much effort to the letter, planning everything i wanted to say and - and he tore it up and threw it in the trash, right while i was there!" you show him the paper in your hands, a big fat FUCK YOU being the only thing written on it. "damn." mikey comments. "that's one shit guy. i wouldn't care a lick 'bout him if i were you."

you give him an offended look, scowling over at him and snatching the rejection letter away from him. "you wouldn't understand." mikey shrugs, stretching out his legs and eyeing the lights overhead, thinking more about how you're kind of really cute. "yeah, i don't understand shit when it's useless. but i think you deserve better than a guy with such awful handwriting, at least." you cross one leg over the other, turning your face away from him to express your distaste. "bet your handwriting's worse, punk boy."

a moment of silence hangs in the air between you two, before mikey clears his throat. "wanna go have some icecream?" he glances at you out of the corners of his eyes, to see you fidget a little. when you open your mouth, your tone is embarrassed. "i ran out of money trying to win myself a plushie. i'll call someone to come pick me up in a bit . . . but i've got nothing." he laughs — you're definitely really cute — and gets up, shoving his hand into his pocket and leaving his popcorn forgotten at the edge of the bench.

"i'll buy you something, then. i'll get you a plushie, too." he watches the way your eyes brighten up, and adds as an afterthought. "and if ya want, i'll drop you home. i've got a motorcycle." you get up, stuffing the letter into the side pocket of your bag. your smile is sweet as it meets him, and he thinks, yeah, you deserve way better than whoever the douche that broke your heart is. "thanks, punk boy." you say, and he grins at you. "no problem, cutie."

[shoyoist]

Atsumu discovering that you, his precious bff (and who he is in love with), had only had hook-ups, even for the first time and decide to take care of you. Just him making you know how different is sex with somebody you know, love and trust.

mmm, he's had enough of you sitting on his couch and complaining to him, having showed up at his door way past the usual time people would come crashing over at his place — atsumu, they didn't even make me cum! atsumu, do you think maybe i'm just a bad kisser? atsumu, d'you see this fucking hickey they left over here? — yeah, he's had enough. and when tonight, you tell him that you've never been officially with someone before, tell him you wonder if you'll ever meet someone that loves you, he finally snaps.

"i love you," he says, out of nowhere, and you stop in the middle of your rant. blinking at him, you wonder if you heard him right — then, he repeats himself, face dusting over with pink at the way you gape at him. "i love you, and if ya want, i'll show ya how a good fuck feels."

he says 'a good fuck' — but shit, he makes love to you, sliding closer to you and pulling you into his hold as soon as you accept his offer, groaning at the way you palm his bulge over the sweats he's wearing, and his fingers and his tongue open you up for his cock to slide in perfectly, fitting against your walls like he was meant for you. "ya have no idea, the way i've wanted to have ya like this." he takes you at an aching, thirsty pace, kisses deep and hands eager.

and when he reaches his high, he breathes out, "i love ya, loved ya for so fuckin' long, ya don't know." and you pull him to you, crying out at the way his cock makes you feel so good, so full. "tsumu, 'tsumu, please—" he hums in answer, cupping your ass and closing all distance between your bodies, and you feel his heart beating against your own chest. "what, angel? let me make ya cum — hell, if i'd known nobody's ever treated you like this, i'd 'ave already done this." he eats up the moan you let out against his lips, hot and enamoured by every curve and line of your body. "yer royalty, baby. i love ya so— so much."