#gif from tenor idk who made it

[instantcaramel]

Nobody has ever been this married

[maeve-writes]

Heyo! Idk if you’d do this but could we maybe get a Bucky x Roommate!Younger!Reader? Like maybe Y/n is in college and lives in a shared apartment with Bucky and is stressed about finals. So to help Y/n relax he fucks the stress out of them? Can be male, female, or nonbinary. Any is fine!

a/n: I’m going to give this a little AU spin on it. Med Student!Bucky x Roommate!Younger!Reader. And let’s make it midterms. I might do a part two. Maybe. Our man for sure still has his arms and his dog tags, full time in the service because who can afford med school these days?

warnings: oral sex (f receiving), fingering (v), unprotected sex (piv), dirty talk, age gap (v slight), pet names (kitten, sweetheart), praise kink, slight size kink, fluff. 18+ Minors DNI

When you first moved in with Bucky, you thought things would be awkward. He was was two years into medical school, but already five years older than most of his peers. You were just a sophomore, fresh out of the dorms, looking for some place affordable when his ad popped up on your radar. He asked for only a third of the rent, for you to cover your own food and for you not to be a slob. Check, check, check.

It didn’t take him long to agree for you to move in. In fact, he pretty much decided you were it when he opened the door to your bright smile and enthusiastic wave. You had on a baby pink sundress with your hair up and sunglasses resting above your forehead. He wanted to dig his fingers into your roots and see what color panties you had on.

He called you “kitten” in his rumbling tenor ten seconds from you hitting the threshold of the apartment and your knees nearly gave out. Full pink lips curled into a half smirk as he guided you through the apartment, cherry red tongue darting out every so often - you swore it was to tease you.

Bucky, he told you to call him, was clean shaven back then, his cute dimpled chin visible and more prominent when he smiled. He was tall and broad, more muscle than not and had a prosthetic arm - black and gold which whirled and ticked when he moved.

He learned your name that day, too, but he never bothered to use it. Since then, he’s only ever called you “kitten” or “sweetheart”. Sometimes, when he was feeling really frisky, he’d go for “roomie”.

But you felt at home with Bucky. He never once made you uncomfortable about your age difference. You were both struggling through school and living life, he made sure you got to see the best of it because that’s just the kind of person he was.

He accepted your friends over, just as you accepted his. Though, his friends were over more often, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you enjoyed their company and their help. They were a godsend when it came to homework and tests, checking your answers and reading over your papers.

And they’d do all of this while you all sat around drinking and eating, watching Bucky lose miserably to Sam and Scott at Mario Kart. Which always meant a mopey Bucky would end up clinging to you, head in your lap, asking you why had the Gamer Gods forsaken him while Bruce was tried to go over your Organic Chemistry notes.

But those nights grew thin as midterms got closer. Your stress levels bubbled and you tried your best to maintain your composure. You built a nest on your bed, a fluff of pillows, a pile of all your favorite snacks - sweet, sour and savory, and, as a precaution, your Netflix queue had your favorite hits lined up. You told yourself that it was okay, you’d get through it.

But by the second day you were going to crack. You weren’t a bad student, far from it! You were making excellent grades and were most likely going to pass all of your tests, but your need to excel, to be the best, it burned under your skin and twisted you into a knot of nerves and anxiety.

“Somethin’ wrong, kitten,” Bucky asked from your doorway, his broad frame took up nearly the entire space.

“Everything,” you puffed, falling back onto your pillows to stare at the ceiling. His laughter filled your room and ran over your body, curling around you like silk.

“That seems a little dramatic.”

You lifted your head up slightly to look at him. He’s in a navy Henley that brought out his eyes more and they were sparkling mischievously. “I’m going to fail all of my tests and get kick out of school and become a two dollar hooker.”

Bucky’s brow quirked at that, his lips pulled up at the corner. “Now, if any of that were true, you should at least charge five.” You playfully scoffed, picking up the closest pillow, and tossed it at him. He blocked it easily and his smile grew. “Know your self worth, sweetheart.”

“I’d be the best damn five dollar hooker this town has ever seen,” you declared as your head dropped back down.

“That’s the spirit.” You heard him push off from the frame and move further into your room, his bare feet padded on the hardwood floor. He climbed into your bed next to you, head propped up by his vibranium. “For real, kitten, tell me what’s goin’ on,” he insisted with a nudge of his foot.

You limply rolled your head to the side and after you two shared a laugh, you stared at those sincere baby blues and sighed. “I’m just stressed. I get so worked up over midterms and finals. Last year, I broke out in hives during midterms and had a week long case of hiccups during finals.”

Bucky did his best to sympathize but the thought of your cute bunny hiccups had him cooing. “I bet you were the favorite during finals, huh,” he teased.

“I did my best to muffle them,” you whined. “Wrapped my head in a scarf. I looked like The Invisible Man.” That thought alone had Bucky chuckling and you slapped at his chest. “I’m serious. My anxiety is off the charts crazy. I’m working on it. I’m here, in my happy place, got all my favorite things, and I still feel like I am going to vomit up everything I have ever eaten ever.”

Settled from his laughter, Bucky listened - really listened - to your problems and nodded. “You need to be fucked, kitten.”

You stopped working completely, breathing, thinking, existing. The bluntness of his statement, the lewdness of it broke you. “Excuse me?”

“Have you tried it?”

“I’vehadsexbefore,Bucky,thankyouverymuch,” you gushed.

That sly half smirk ticked on his face and you wanted to reach up and smack him. “I meant during midterms. Did you have a good fuck? It would have probably relaxed you. Maybe more than one, just to be safe.”

“No,” you replied, “I hadn’t tried that, actually. I was too busy studying to deal with a relationship or… hook ups or whatever.”

Bucky sucked on his teeth. “Tha’s’a shame,” he said mournfully. You stared at him expectantly. He looked back at you with his playful boyish grin. “Well, I’m gonna go…”

“You’re an ass,” you shouted, sending a flurry of hits his way. His laughter filled the room again, bouncing around you as he caught your hands and rolled on top of you. He pinned both your wrists in his metal hand above your head and found his way between your parted thighs, his right hand curled around your calf.

Your nose is pressed against his. You could feel all of his weight on you and for the first time in days you felt grounded. He smelled like sandalwood and oak, mint and coffee. His lips parted and you felt them brush lightly against your own, “If you don’t want this, tell me right now.”

“I want this, Bucky,” you replied, skin heating liquid hot with need.

“Thank fucking god,” he sighed and licked into your mouth with the most sinful moan that rattled through him and into your soul. Bucky kissed like he was taking parts of you and making them his. Each swipe of his tongue curled your toes and made you shiver. Your candy laced tongue swept against his in the most sensual way that left goosebumps on your skin.

He released your hands and cupped your chin, angling your head as if he could kiss you any harder, any deeper. His blunt nails raked down the cotton of your leggings, up your thigh and rested on your hip. “You’re wearing far too much,” he murmured into your open mouth, his tongue swiped at your bottom lip.

“Pot, kettle,” you quipped and wiggled beneath him. There was a thin barrier of clothing between you, but you could feel the hard outline of his cock pressed against your hip. The friction tore a growl from him and earned a nip to your cheek.

“Knew you were a fuckin’ minx,” he laughed, but stole a quick kiss and sat back. You almost whined at the loss of his weight and warmth, but your brain short circuited when he peeled off his shirt above you. All tanned skin and toned muscle, a few scars littered here and there, most nestled near his prosthetic, all topped off by the silver of his dog tags hanging innocently against his chest. “See somethin’ you like, kitten?”

His confidence was annoying at times, but well justified. Bucky Barnes was wet dream on legs with heart of gold all wrapped up in a grumpy, brooding exterior. The man could have anyone he wanted and here he was, between your legs, hard and ready for you.

“Yeah,” you nodded with an absentminded lick of your lips, your eyes hungrily taking him in, “I haven’t had Sour Patch Kids in months.” You grab a pack nearby and force yourself to look down at them.

“You little shit,” he laughed, ripping the candy from your grip and tossing it aside. He bent down and slipped his hands underneath your shirt, the juxtaposition of hot and cold of his mismatched fingers caused you to shiver. Smirk growing, he dipped his head down to find the nearly exposed skin of your stomach as he pushed the fabric further up your chest. You shift your weight again, your muscles contracting when his lips press against your heated skin. “Tickles,” you half-whine. “Don’t mean to,” he apologized with a nuzzle of his nose near your bellybutton. The scratch of his five o’clock shadow leaves a light burn on your sensitive skin. “‘sfine,” you reassured him. Your hands found their way into the short brown threads of his hair and encouraged him to continue with a light tug. He looked up at you and gave another playful growl before he nipped at the upper shell of your bellybutton. He continued up your body, pushing your shirt along with him, teeth and tongue laying claim on your skin as he did. “Off,” he told you, letting you arch off the bed to take care of the rest and leave you in a white cotton bra decorated with tiny pink hearts. “Fuck, these tits are too fuckin’ sinful to be in somethin’ so sweet,” he groaned. Your skin heated at his compliment, but you had no time to bite back with him squeezing your breasts through the cotton material. “Do your panties match, kitten,” he asked breathlessly, cheeks flushed. When you nodded, you felt his hips jerk against you and he squeezed your tits together. “You’re going to kill me,” he groaned and found your mouth again. The kiss was brutal, hungry. Bucky was rutting against you, your tits still in his hand. Just the thought of how turned on his was had you on edge and you were close to tipping over - and you were going to ruin him? “I’m gonna fuckin’ destroy your sweet little cunt,” he promised, your mouths still sticky and wet from your kiss. “First, I’m gonna taste you, then I’m gonna fuck you.” He reluctantly released his hold on your chest and sat back on his heels to hook his fingers in the waistband of your leggings. “Then, I might give you a couple of hours to study after a dinner break,” he decided. “And when you get all worked up again - and you will,” he gave you knowing look, “I’ll fuck you to sleep.” With one seemingly practiced pull, he had your pants off and at the end of your bed before you could blink. “Any objections?” “Do I get to pick what we have for dinner?” “As long as it’s pizza, then yeah,” he nodded. “I want pizza.” Bucky’s face split into a grin and he turned his attention to his jeans, “Good girl.” He wasn’t as graceful getting his own bottoms off, but you didn’t care. “Everything off. Fuck, kitten, I want you so bad.” Your hands were shaking as you tried to unhook your bra. It wasn’t sexy, it wasn’t cool, but he didn’t seem to mind, either. He watched you with insatiable eyes when you undressed fully, flinging the bra and underwear somewhere unknown and unimportant. Bare, you worried your lip with your teeth and squeezed your legs together, suddenly shy. “Nuh uh,” Bucky grunted, crawling back to you as he pushed down his boxer briefs. He exposed himself to you first, his cock springing free - long, thick and veiny. Your eyes grew wide and your mouth dry. “I’ve shown you mine, now you show me yours.” He stopped at your closed legs, his leaking sex pressed against your shin, his hands on the tops of your knees. “Open up for me, c’mon,” he coaxed in that soft timber. You bit down on your lip harder and slowly parted your legs for him once more. His eyes trailed down your body, taking in every dip and curve, practically eating you with his gaze. When he reached your center, glistening with your slick and clenching desperately for him, you saw his cock twitch. “Goddamn,” he whispered and scrubbed a hand over his face. “What,” you asked, worried. He didn’t answer you right away, just continued to stare down at your pussy, transfixed. “I’m never gonna want to eat anything else in my life,” he finally replied. You wanted to cover yourself up again, to lock your legs up and tell him to stop, but his hands are firm on your knees and holding you open. “Gonna be fuckin’ ambrosia.” He lowered himself to lay on his stomach, kissing his way down one of your thighs until he got to his prize. “How many times have you came from gettin’ head,” he asked, his warm breath puffing against your slick folds. You shook your head and shrugged, “Once, maybe. Dunno.” “Once,” he repeated incredulously. “Seriously? Who the fuck have you been dating?” “Not you, obviously.” “Obviously.” Bucky planted a chaste kiss against your swollen clit and you squirmed. “I’m gonna make you come,” he decided. He flattened his tongue and swept along your folds from your quivering hole to your bud. “And I’m not stoppin’ ‘til I do, got it?” He doesn’t let you answer before he lost himself in you. There’s a lot of things Bucky is good at: guitar, baking, remembering random trivia. However, Bucky is mind-shattering fantastic at eating pussy. His tongue swirled around your folds, lapping up your slick with a eager moan. He flattened the muscle once again to drag it across your opening to your clit where he latches on and sucks. Your thighs clenched and your back arched, lightning crackled through your nerves. “Ah, fuck,” you gasped. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your fingers twisted into your sheets with each flick of his tongue against your bud. You couldn’t tell, but he watched you, memorized every movement you made, every gasp and moan that escaped your lips. He released you with a lewd pop and licked back into your folds. His nose rubbed and bumped against your clit as he fucked his tongue into you, long, deep strokes with equally deep groans. Each stroke caused his stubble to scrap against your cunt, your thighs, increasing the sensitivity and the pleasure. “Could eat this pussy forever,” he mumbled into your sex. “You gonna let me, kitten?” He shifted his weight and tucked his arms underneath your thighs, lifting you slightly off the bed and closer to his face. He kissed your cunt like he kissed your mouth, deep and full of tongue, licking into as if he’s searching for a bit of himself. Your body was floating from pleasure, hot and light, as if you were a balloon and needed Bucky to keep you grounded. You barely registered his question and answered him blindly. “Yes,” you whimpered, your hands finding purchase in his hair to scrape along his scalp, “whatever you want. Please... I need...”

“What do you need, sweetheart,” he coached. He made sure you were looking down at him, his tongue was only working your clit. Short, determined flicks of his tongue that had your stomach and thigh muscles flexing. You weren’t sure if you could pout while being overstimulated like you were, but you like it. “Need to come,” you rasped and tugged on his hair. “Please.” Bucky chuckled; his hot breath brushed over your already heated skin caused you to shiver and twitch. “No one is stoppin’ you, sweetheart. Come for me,” he murmured and latched back onto your clit. You felt your body light up and fall apart. Your nails dug into his scalp as you pulled his hair, your thighs tightened around him and your hips lifted off of the bed as the pleasure washed over you, his name spilled from your lips. ”Holy shit, that was fuckin’ beautiful,” he groaned, giving mercy to you for only a moment as you tried to even your breathing and the brainfuzz to clear. “How’s about we try for two or three more,” he grinned down at you with that teasing glint in his eye. ”Bucky,” you rolled your eyes, but shifted your hips nevertheless. “Love my name on your lips, kitten, but I’d love my cum even more.” He wriggled his eyebrows at you and winked when you groaned at the bad joke, but he quickly turned the groan into a gasp when he slipped his middle finger inside of you. “Mm, so sweet and warm and goddamn tight. You sure you had someone in here before?” You scowled down at him and slapped the back of his head which earned a chuckle. “Yes, asshole.” ”Must’ve not been very big,” he teased as he started to work the digit in and out. ”Not everyone can have a monster cock like you,” you playfully chided. The smug look on his face had you laughing even as he added a second finger inside of you, push and pulling, stretching you open. “Yeah? Well, this monster cock needs to get in your pretty little pussy like yesterday.” He moved to sit up, fingers still working you open. His body shifted until it was over you again, metal arm holding him up so he was nose to nose, your legs naturally spread to accommodate his width and give him a chance to push his fingers deeper. He stared down at you as a third finger worked its way inside and he eagerly swallowed the gasped that you made. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers twisting idly along the chain of his dog tags as your tongues slid next to one another. “Condom,” he asked in a whisper. ”Don’t have any. Have an IUD, though,” you shrugged. “Clean.” ”Yeah, me too,” he nodded and bit at his lip in thought. “Fuck.” He weighed his options and pulled out his fingers to grab at himself. After a few quick strokes, he lined himself up, “This okay?” ”Just fuck me, Bucky,” you snapped. Not one to be told twice, he slowly pushed himself in with a strangled moan. His head fell to your shoulder as his hips thrust shallowly into you, inch by inch. Your walls stretched and burned as you tried to accommodate his size as he continued to work himself in, you didn’t think you were going to be able to fit all of it. “Shit, kitten, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he hissed into your shoulder. “Feels so goddamn good.” ”You’re not going to fit,” you voiced your concern. You spread your legs wider, dug your nails deeper into his shoulders, did anything to help him fit inside of you. You could feel Bucky’s smile against your neck when he turned head to kiss and mark up your pulse point. “We’ll make it fit, sweetheart,” he promised. “You’re takin’ it so good already. You’ll take it all.” His praise made you shiver and you hummed in delight at his teeth and tongue that would surely left a mark for the morning. ”Look,” he panted, lifting up from your body slightly to show himself sink into you full hilt. When he did, he smiled up at you, “How’s it feel, kitten?” ”Feels good, Bucky. Feel so full,” you answered. He practically purred in response, pulling out of you to the tip and slowly pushed in until he was seated fully once more causing both of you to whine at the sight. ”Do you know what you do to me,” he asked. You didn’t have time to question what he meant or even answer when his thrusts became faster with each stroke, the snap of his hips hard enough to clench your teeth and curl your toes. He was splitting you open, taking you apart, you felt like you were going to float away again. “No,” he whispered when your eyes threatened to close, “look at me.” You did your best to keep them open, to keep them trained on those stormy blues that were lust blown and feral. He curled your body into itself, your legs hooked over his arms, hips off of the bed as his own fucked deeper into you. Metal fingers found your clit, cooling the swollen, heated skin as they rubbed the bud between them. “Fuck, Bucky,” you hissed, barely able to breathe from the pleasurable assault against you. ”Want you to come again, kitten,” he told you through clenched teeth. “Wanna feel that pussy come on this monster cock and milk it for me. Think you can do that?” You couldn’t form words, not after hearing that. You could barely manage the nod you gave him. “Good girl. That’s my very good girl. Now, come for me, kitten. Come. For. Me,” he accentuated his last three words with harder, deeper strokes. You lifted off of the bed entirely when you came, your entire body tensing and shaking from the intensity. Bucky laughed, delighted, and called out your name for the first time since you moved in as he spilled inside of you after one final deep thrust. Breathless, you both collapsed onto the bed, your limbs starfished and Bucky flat on top of you. You were covered in sweat and he was still inside of you, you could feel his spend - and yours - leak out of you. “That was...” you started, not knowing how to finish. ”Yeah,” he replied, his head tucked under your breasts, eyes closed, content. You stayed there until it became too uncomfortable, too itchy. He was the one that suggested the shower, the one in his room because it’s bigger. When you told him you couldn’t move, he just laughed and carried you in there like he did it all of the time. Later, you were going to talk about what all of it meant, but right then... you just enjoyed it. - a/n: So, maybe more parts? I dunno. I just hoped you enjoyed it, nonnie!

[dinosaurtsukki]

haikyuu!! music idol au (nekoma and fukurodani vers.)

i haven’t actually posted some hc’s in a while because i’ve been reading the manga but i hope you guys enjoy this surprise !! also check out the karasuno vers. and seijoh and shiratorizawa vers. for more music idol au’s 

TOKYO IDOLS ENTERTAINMENT

(this may or may not be the last of this series, maybe I’ll make one for inarizaki and date tech who knows?)

Also I hope y’all are ready for me Badly Titling Things Again

Okay so they’re both under Tokyo Idols Entertainment

Hah that wasn’t so bad was it just wait for it

Stray Cats and OWL6

This blogger’s brain cells are so fried that they’ve now resorted to puns

sO THEY’RE BOTH UNDER TOKYO IDOLS AND THEY’RE REALLY AMAZING GROUPS AND THEIR TALENT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SHITTY GROUP NAMES

anyway so it was set up by Nekomata and they’ve been pretty good at producing groups over the years but their biggest hits have been their two recent groups

both of them actually started at the same time but they work with quite different concepts and have different dynamics

but they tend to collab and interact with each other a lot which the fans love

so lets get into the groups

Stray Cats - Nekoma

their leader is Kuroo ofc and they work with a lot of bad boy/edgy concepts and their music is more on the hip-hop and R&B side

a lot of their music videos and outfits are in the black-and-white with pops of red, blue, and yellow

you think the fans would get tired of seeing them in matching suits and leather jackets but no

anyway, Kuroo’s they’re leader who’s also main rapper, dancer, and visuals

he actually started out as a vocalist but since Stray Cats was going to be more of a hip-hop group he eventually picked up rapping (although those who have Deeply Analyzed the backing vocals for some of their tracks claim that Kuroo’s vocals will save the world)

his dancing looks super fluid and natural because he also tried ballet dancing at one point

sometimes he films himself practicing and shows off by wearing stilettos and not once tripping over himself

kai and yaku were his fellow trainees and just like in the manga, kuroo and yaku did not get along and kai had to be there to make sure no one died

kuroo and yaku were quite competitive with their dancing but eventually they realized that the fans loved their dynamic during their dances and worked together for once

their choreos almost always involve someone carrying yaku on their shoulders

he’s also another main rapper and he’s really good at a variety of styles

he’s also the mom of the group and likes to check on everyone before going live

the one who trains the more inexperienced members with their choreography and while he’s very much a perfectionist, he’s also the one who reassures them when they make a mistake on a live stage

kai is actually the genius behind most of their songs because his producer skills are mad crazy he’s been invited to collab with so many other artists (including the wonderful Kiyoko-san)

kuroo and yaku have no idea what goes on in his head but it’s probably music

they always make sure that kai gets enough sleep and is eating right when he’s working on an album

his dancing is pretty solid but he’s more well-known for being a main rapper and his smooth, sultry voice during the chorus that gives everyone eargasms

next we have kenma who’s one of the few main vocalists of the group

his voice is a nice tenor and he can hit a good amount of the high notes

can harmonize like it’s nobody’s business

he and kuroo had been friends since they were practically born and while kuroo dreamed of becoming a music idol onstage, kenma was more interested in songwriting and producing music

he joined Tokyo Idols for the opportunity to be a producer but Nekomata was like ‘why not be an idol?’ and kenma was like ‘no, I’ll have to dance’

he was then persuaded by kuroo and kenma decided to do some vocal training to make up for not wanting to move around so much

so, most of the time, he’s in the back and during his turn in the chorus he’ll make a bit of an appearance

he has done a few live solo performances but he’s playing the piano in them so he doesn’t have to look at the audience so much

he loves working with kai in the studio more than anything

doesn’t have a social media account because he doesn’t want to see how the fans talk about him (they mostly say good stuff though!)

now we have taketora who’s the main rapper of the group as well

this guy is an expert beatboxer and he does a very good job of hyping up the crowd

his rap is the kind that even fires up his teammates and they always let him know that he did a good job after every performance

he actually has a good amount of tattoos on his arms and he used to cover them with long-sleeves but the fans love them arms and the tattoos even more so

#MakeTaketoraSleeveless movement on Twitter thus begins

Taketora was super flattered but okay with it

Fukunaga is another main vocalist and he has a very deep voice that blends really well with his fellow vocalists

His voice doesn’t stand out that much and he doesn’t have a lot of solos but Stray Cats’ specialty is really blending their vocals (aside from their rappers and dancers)

And you can also definitely notice a difference when Fukunaga isn’t singing a part

He’s also the kind of dancer who does a lot of cartwheel and flip-like stunts that come in during the dance breaks

Has this habit of staring blankly in the distance during group interviews and fans make memes using his face

He also likes messing with his senpai’s but they all blame lev and don’t suspect a thing with Fukunaga (well, that’s until he posts the video)

Lastly, we have lev who is the youngest among all of them and also main vocalist and visuals

He has a nice baritone voice and he does most of the singing in the chorus but tends to get a bit lost when Fukunaga and Kenma come in

A lot of his time is spent practicing how to not get lost when people are harmonizing with him, especially since that’s what Stray Cat’s known for

He actually came in a bit late, like after the group had its first debut since they felt like they needed another vocalist

Lev also has a natural talent when it comes to dancing so Nekomata added him to the group

It was a bit difficult integrating him into the group but he also added onto the overall chemistry as the baby of the group

As much as they know he makes mistakes, his senpais always congratulate Lev on how far he’s come

No one wants to admit that he gets handsomer by the day because it will add to his ego but the fans do enough of that

OWL6 - fukurodani

They only have four members (because idk a lot about all the members and I also wanted to have like a four-person group)

JUST BECAUSE THERE’S A NUMBER 6 IN THE NAME OF THE GROUP DOESN’T MEAN THAT’S HOW MANY MEMBERS THERE ARE *glares at SEVENTEEN* *also I ended up looking up how many members there are in Day6 and now I feel bad I’m sorry day6 fans*

aNYWAY

They’re a very small group since Tokyo Idol wanted to try out having a four-person group

They don’t really have a singular kind of aesthetic or style like Stray Cats does but work with a variety of them

They do a good number of lively pop songs as well as ballads for the b-side tracks

They’re also made up of four vocalists, two of which also know how to rap, and are overall pretty solid

Bokuto’s their leader (even though its mostly Akaashi who holds the group together) but he speaks a lot for the group during interviews

He’s main vocalist, main dancer, and also main visual

His stage presence is astounding especially with his natural talent for dancing and his stamina is endless

He can sing really well even busting out the hardest dance moves

Although he’s unquestionably talented, he does get hit hard by online haters and will shut himself in the dance studio to practice until everyone drags him out

He’s super endearing and sweet around his fans, he’ll remember a fan that he saw more than once and send letters in response to fanmail

Bokuto’s known for being super clumsy though and he has destroyed a mic or his clothes or someone else’s clothes more than once

Once tripped on the way when OWL6 was about to receive an award

Sarukui is another main vocalist and rapper

His voice is quite deep but it sounds really melodic and unique that anyone could tell when he’s singing

Also knows a thing or two about music production and has helped produce a few of their tracks

He’s the one assigned to saying ‘That’s our leader!’ to Bokuto when he’s feeling down

Also responsible for the ‘Bokuto and Akaashi are dating’ prank on Twitter that became a whole thing

A shitposter, basically

Konoha Akinori is once again our jack of all trades, especially since he’s rapper, dancer, vocalist, and visuals

I would say that his back hurts from carrying OWL6 but each member knows how to hold their own

His back just hurts from curling up like a shrimp when he’s asleep

He gets a lot of lines because of this and fans love it when he leads the dance breaks, that being said he’s also tired all the time

Konoha has fallen asleep in interviews more than once and Sarukui takes the pictures of him

Because of his jack of all trades nature he also has a lot of weird, random talents that he likes to showcase in variety shows

These weird talents range from being able to name all of the countries in Europe backwards to being able to make a slingshot using his feet and a rubber band

It’s always something new with him

Everyone cheers him on except for Akaashi who’s soul has left his body

And last but definitely not the least, we have the youngest in the group, Akaashi, who’s also main vocals and visual

Everyone in OWL6 agree that Akaashi is the prettiest among them  

He also has such a sweet and beautiful voice that gives everyone eargasms

Sometimes everyone has to stop dancing during practice whenever they hear Akaashi sing

He also does a lot of vocal covers that he posts online and has released a few solo albums since he’s always working on making new music

Although everyone knows that he’d also do really well as a solo artist, Akaashi knows that his members were the reason why he wanted to debut in the first place and it just wouldn’t be the same without them

Extra HC’s for Stray Cats and OWL6

Kuroo and Bokuto have been friends since their trainee years and even though they were disappointed about not debuting in the same group they agreed to collab on a lot of things

During award shows they like to have a performance together, most often a dance cover, until Akaashi and Kenma decided to help out by writing a song for the two of them to perform

The members of both groups like to sneak into each other’s dorms because the more the merrier and they share and order food

Yaku and Kai actually like staying in the OWL6 dorms more because its quieter (since Lev and Tora aren’t there) but change their mind when they see Bokuto

Eventually they divided the dorms into ‘the quiet people’ and ‘the noisy people’

Both of the groups love doing those Halloween performances and dressing up really scary with the same level of production and everything

None of those cutesy costumes, Fukunaga will straight up come in a headless man costume and Sarukui brings a fake chainsaw with him

Some of them like to do really weird costumes though like Lev dressing up as a bottle of vodka and Konoha coming in dressed as Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street

Sometimes the fans just don’t know what goes on in their heads

Kai tends to get a lot of awards for his producing skills but the first time he did Stray Cats came onstage with him and basically cried all around him while Kai tried to do his speech

They also like to mess around in the comments section when another group is doing a VLive

For example, Kuroo commented ‘send feet pics’ during one of OWL6’s lives and Bokuto retaliated by uploading the ugly selfies that Kuroo takes on his phone

They also either make up the fanchants or memorize each other’s fanchants for the songs

Yahaba, watching Stray Cats doing the fanchant for OWL6′s song: why can’t we be like that?

Iwaizumi: because we have Oikawa

Oikawa: IT’S NOT MY FAULT IT’S USHIWAKA