#kurinoot

[kurosukii]

𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

REPOSTED CAUSE IT GOT FL4GGED WELP

pairing: miya atsumu x f!reader

summary: going to your friend’s daycare center on his time off awoke something in him.

genre: smut, timeskip au

warnings: 18+. breeding kink, lactation kink, mommy kink (he calls you mommy but not in the femdom way), multiple orgasms, slight oral fixation, overstimulation, dumbification, praise, degradation (‘dumb baby’), motorboating, squirting, fingering, creampie (lots of cum like a lot), cumplay, mating press (this is so messy bc tsum likes it like that omg sorry)

word count: 3.4k

author's note: for @mindninjax domestic daydream collab! thanks for letting me join! (let me know if i missed any warnings) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

° thank you to @kurinoot for beta reading!

[3:34 PM]

the thought of having kids never really graced atsumu’s mind, not until he saw the little chubby toddler giggle in your arms.

“c’mon, tsum! it’ll be fun! my friend’s hoard of kids are the cutest and nicest bunch you’ll ever meet!”

cutest bunch? atsumu will not argue with that, but nicest? that’s definitely debatable. the only reason why he was able to escape from their chaos was because he was basically a giant to them.

no seriously, just as he was taking his shoes off by the door, hand-in-hand with you, all the kids stared up at him with awe. little ooh’s and ahh’s filled the room as they looked up at your muscular and tall husband.

you giggled at their reactions—both the kids’ and atsumu’s—before cooing at the children and playing with them, loud laughter and excited shrieks filling the pastel yellow room littered with paintings of animals.

atsumu will hand it down to you. visiting kids on his time off was never on his mind, but he admits that their radiant smiles definitely took a weight off his shoulders.

he was in his own corner, playing with the other kids, but he always kept a watchful eye on you. the longer he watched you excitedly playing with the little scrubs, the faster the stirring in his belly grew.

the stirring that atsumu has been feeling ever since the both of you arrived finally has a name—he wants to put his baby in you.

“hng—it’s embarrassing tsumu!”

you squeal loudly, cheeks burning with how mortified you are, but what do you expect?

atsumu’s a grown man with a heart and mind of a teenage boy, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you when his large hands then cup the soft skin and flesh of your chest as he buries his pretty face between the valley of your tits.

he shamelessly presses your breasts to his cheeks before promptly shaking his head from side to side. it’s absolutely embarrassing, and you’ve been trying to push his face away for the past five minutes.

but he just can’t get enough. his mind has been set ever since he hauled your ass out of the daycare. the minute the both of you entered your house, you were a flurry of rustled clothes and tangled limbs, lips locked in a messy and passionate kiss as atsumu stumbled up the stairs with you in tow.

you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t know what this was about or where the sudden need for him to devour you came from, because you know exactly what’s on his mind.

it’s a conversation meant to be had over a cup of coffee, with maybe a shot of something stronger in the cup, but with the way atsumu made you cum two times prior—maybe it isn’t so bad to let him have his way this time?

your husband has always been addicted to you and your body, practically insatiable, even. but this time’s different.

this time, he has a definite goal.

“i‘m gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart.”

he states seriously, as if the both of you are discussing a serious legal matter. he doesn’t give you any time to protest because he smothers his face in your tits again, blowing raspberries into your skin.

he would have definitely killed the mood if it weren’t for his talented mouth latching on to your nipple. atsumu rips a pleased whine from your throat as your fingers tangle in his messy blonde hair.

his free hand palms your other breast, skilled setter fingers tweaking and twisting the sensitive peak. god, he wants to ruin you. he releases your nipple with a loud pop and a satisfied groan, before his greedy mouth envelops the other one and gives it the same treatment.

you feel so hot, but you only have atsumu to blame. his large body is draped over you and he feels like a furnace. waves of warmth transfer from his body to yours, making your body slick with sweat.

the whole ordeal feels so juvenile, like you’re both young college students who have just started experimenting with each other’s bodies, but seeing the way atsumu is enjoying himself, you can’t help but feel so turned on by him and his actions.

the hard planes and dips of his body makes you feel protected and feminine. he’s just so warm. your free hand reaches out between the miniscule space between your bodies, your palm rubbing his shining and chiseled torso.

atsumu interrupts your appraisal of him when he sucks your nipple harder into his mouth, clearly enjoying the feeling of you touching him when his teeth gently nip on the nipple he’s sucking on.

you moan softly when you feel his stiff cock rubbing against your thigh, humping you like it’s his first time with a woman. little groans and whines fall from his lips, and you’re sure that it’s because of the slight relief he feels—based on the pre-cum that’s staining your thigh, but no.

atsumu’s eyes are tightly shut, his mind vividly giving him images of your sore and aching breasts leaking with milk. he never thought that he’d be into it but fuck, every scene that his brain conjures quickly becomes his fantasy as long as you’re the star of it.

“gonna make you mommy, would ya like that?”

he rasps in your ear, fingers stealthily playing with your slick folds. you yelp, jerking towards his body at the prodding and swirling of his fingers, pussy clenching around nothing as your body remembers the previous orgasms he gave you.

atsumu’s so sweaty, his blonde hair is sticking up in all directions but he’s never looked so attractive to you. his angular face is flushed with a pink color, lips swollen and rosy.

his caramel eyes open, wide and burning with unconcealed desire. his defined abs glisten with a thin sheen of sweat—yeah there’s no way you wouldn’t let him be all over you.

he looks like a god, your god.

“tsumu, please,” you beg, and you feel his cock jump at the whiny plea in your voice. your nails claw against his broad shoulders, leaving red streaks as you whine for him to stop teasing you. you need him, need his cock inside of you.

atsumu gives one last hard suck to your nipple before lifting his head, lazily smiling at you when he sees the needy expression on your face.

you sniffle as you whimper, eyes teary and wide because you’re aching all over—your tits, pussy, basically anywhere atsumu has touched you. you don’t really care that you’re whining like a dumb baby because the only thing on your mind is that you desperately need your husband’s cock pounding into you.

“shh, don’t cry. just gotta get you as wet as possible, s’all. fuckin’ love it when you’re drippin’ for me,” he coos, making you moan loudly when his thick fingers slip inside of you with no friction whatsoever.

his pupils are blown wide, rosy lips parted as he watches your messy cunt take his fingers, drenching his hand while the other one presses down on your abdomen.

he smirks devilishly when you wail, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head as he increases the pressure and speed of his fingers. it’s too early, he guesses, but he can’t help it—he loves it when you’re all dumb and whining for him.

you’re already so wet. you feel like a puddle has formed on the sheets below your ass, and the fact that his fingers are drilling into like nobody’s business isn’t helping. he already pulled two orgasms out of you and he still thinks you’re not wet enough?

“a-atsumu! g-gonna cum!” you scream as both of your hands reach for his wrist, practically anchoring yourself on his arm when you feel the tell-tale sign of the coil in your lower stomach tightening, preparing yourself to cum all over atsumu’s fingers.

“fuck, atsumu! so good,” you cry out, biting your lower lip so hard that the skin almost breaks. the loud squelching noises from your cunt spurs atsumu on and when he curls his fingers towards your sweet spot, he can’t help but marvel at the way your bent legs shake from the pleasure, cheeks flushed and eyes fluttering as you ramble incoherently.

“you’re so damn beautiful when you cum, baby.” atsumu praises you with a groan, pulling out his dripping fingers from your cunt. you watch with blurry eyes as he puts them in his mouth, moaning at the taste of your essence flooding his tongue.

you should be used to atsumu’s shamelessness by now, but he never ceases to surprise you. he catches you by surprise when he slips his spit-soaked fingers into your parted lips, humming as he urges you to suck them. this beast of a man, you swear in your head.

he chuckles, smirking boyishly when you copy his movements from before. his cock throbs at the lust in your eyes, promptly pulling his fingers, making you whine at the loss.

atsumu coos at you again as he expertly maneuvers himself, his large body now hovering over you as he nudges your legs open, revealing your dripping pussy to him. he braces himself with one hand beside your body while the other guides his cock to your sex.

“gonna put it in now, okay?”

it’s probably the last thing you hear clearly because a familiar ringing fills your ears. even after having sex with your husband regularly, daily—if you are to be specific, his cock still stretches your little cunt as if it’s your first time taking him.

he’s just so long and thick, it doesn’t even help that the veins on his cock drag inside your walls deliciously, leaving you a whiny and teary mess. atsumu never fails to make you go crazy and beg for him.

“shit, you feel s’tight, my god,” atsumu gasps, his breathing coming out in short and quick pants when he bottoms out. he reaches for your legs and wraps them around his lithe waist before leaning over you.

your heaving breasts are squished against his chest as he kisses you sloppily, moaning and whining in between the clicks of your tangled tongues.

“i stretch your cunt every day and you’re still suffocating my cock, sweetheart,” atsumu grunts as he jerks his hips, trying to sink even deeper into your pussy. the way your tight walls squeeze his cock makes him dizzy and the muscles in his back tense as your sharp cries and mewls fill the air.

shit, he swears he can just cum from your pussy clenching around him—but he's a man on a mission. it's not enough that he fills you with his cum, he wants your mind to be filled with just him. he’s greedy like that, after all.

“i-i love it every time you’re inside of me, tsumu, feel so full.”

you whine, body jolting with every heavy thrust he makes. it starts calculated, with atsumu never failing to get into his rhythm but he quickly loses it as well, even faster now that he’s fucking you with a definite purpose.

he’s definitely as drunk you are, rutting into you as the bed shakes and the headboard thumps against the wall. his guttural moans vibrate against your ear as he blabbers his inner thoughts with his raspy voice.

“you’d look so pretty, swollen and round with my kid. your tits would be heavy and aching too,” he whines, sucking your nipple into his mouth while thrusting in and out of you. “can’t wait to taste your milk, baby.”

your cheeks flame at his admission, eyes fluttering as his cock stretches you. atsumu finds your hands and holds them, pinning them on either side of your head.

your tits bounce and jostle with his rough movements but his mouth will always find a way to suckle your nipples—it’s practically one of his skills at this point.

“yes, ‘tsumu, please. fill me up with your cum!” you cry, your ankles locking together as your heels dig into his ass, but it's not necessary anyway, because the only place atsumu’s going to cum is inside your cunt, and he won’t waste a drop of it.

his balls slap against your ass and he untangles his hands from yours so he can press down on your stomach and draw tight circles on your clit, making you scream and fist the pillow by your head.

your lower half is pulsing in anticipation, back arching from the pleasure of atsumu’s cock curving against your sweet spot. you’re close, he can tell, he can see. the way your eyes go blank, mouth forming into a perfect ‘o’ as loud moans fall from your lips.

“yeah, s’okay sweetheart, i’m gonna fill you up—fuck!” atsumu moans, thrusting so deep that he teases the entrance to your cervix. his entire body tenses and stiffens, before he cums with a whine of your name.

he gasps as his body shudders, abs tightening when his cock shoots out his load into your creamy pussy. his bangs fall over his eyes as his hips jerk with small thrusts, making sure that you’re milking all of him.

his cum is so hot and thick and heavy. you can’t stop the high pitched whines escaping from you, how can you? your insides feel so warm and full.

atsumu looks down to see your pussy overflowing with your combined juices, groaning when your cunt clenches and flutters around him, leaving a white ring on the base of his cock.

he sighs contentedly, but you know he’s not done yet, because he’s still hard and pulsing inside of you. your husband’s stamina is a force to be reckoned with.

atsumu straightens his sweaty body as he clicks his tongue in disapproval at the cum that’s spilling out of you. his fingers play with the thick and viscous puddle of white where the two of you are connected, and the next thing he says makes your heart race even faster.

“hmm, not enough, still gotta fill you up more.”

he stops playing with you, in favor of hooking his hands behind your knees. he pushes your thighs towards your chest and snickers when he hears you squeak in protest, your face scrunching up in a wince when you feel the stretch in your legs from being folded in half.

atsumu slips his head in the small space between your raised legs, and kisses you with all the fervor and passion he holds. your breath catches when his chest squishes your thighs further, feeling the hot and throbbing cock hovering over your leaking cunt.

he moans unabashedly as he drives into you again, his jaw clenching as he grits his teeth. his cock is so sensitive that it hurts—but he’s a masochist and he loves the way you whimper and tighten around him.

your calves rest on his broad shoulders as you fist the sheets next to your hips. broken whines fill atsumu’s ears and he pulses even more, cock twitching inside you.

he still has a lot of cum to give and he’ll empty himself inside your pussy before he even thinks of falling flat on the bed. his eyes are glossy with unshed tears from the onslaught of pleasure but compared to yours, he’s basically a stream and you’re a waterfall.

your face is slick with sweat and tears. it’s so messy but so fucking hot at the same time and the tension in your thighs is nothing but a delicious pain as atsumu presses into you.

your body jolts with every thrust, your ankles dangling over his scratched shoulders as he brutally pounds your pussy. the loud squelching of your mixed juices, combined with the slapping of sweaty skin makes the sex so feverish and dirty.

“gonna make sure you’re so full of my cum, alright? i got you, don’t worry,” atsumu babbles as his large hands fist the pillow your head is resting on. he nibbles on your lower lip, moaning when he feels you clench around his cock.

“that’s a good girl, c’mon milk my cock—fuck yes,” he hisses, pelvis smacking against the back of your thighs as you practically suck him in. your hips buck against his with whatever little space you have, wailing when the curve of his cock hits the spongy spot inside your cunt.

“yeah baby, take my cock, take my cock.”

you’d be embarrassed at his volume if you weren’t so busy getting pounded into the mattress and it’s clearly obvious that your husband doesn't care if the neighbors hear him, and why would he? he’s fucking the best pussy of his life.

“wanna give you a baby tsumu! cum inside of me please!” you whine, tears cascading down your cheeks as your pussy throbs, juices leaking out of you and creating a huge mess of cum and slick between your bodies.

“yes, tsumu! right there!”

atsumu’s eyes roll to the back of his head at your high pitched cry. his thrusts have no rhythm to them anymore, just sloppy and heavy smacks of his hips, growls and whines coming from deep within his chest.

there’s a tight and fragile spring in your lower abdomen, and the pressure of his weight on top of you, your thighs squished against your tummy—everything—renders you mindless.

nothing but broken cries of his name and profanities come out of your mouth, a symphony of pleasure that’s starting to become too much for you. one particularly powerful thrust from atsumu makes you keen, arching your back towards him and the spring just snaps.

you moan long and hard, head buried deep in the pillow as your legs stiffen for a few moments, before they tremble and your toes end up curling so hard that it’s starting to cramp.

clear liquid shoots out of your pussy in short spurts, drenching your thighs and his abs as your eyes flutter from what is probably the most earth-shattering orgasm atsumu has ever given you.

“holy shit, you squirted all over me, pretty girl. you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.

atsumu stares at you in shock and wonder, stopping for only a second before he fucks you with all the force he has, sloppily kissing your messy mouth before his muscles become taut with tension, moaning your name against your lips.

he fills you with his hot and heavy cum once more, his breath coming out in choked gasps as he shudders from his orgasm. your ruined pussy is definitely sucking him in and he curses at how it hurts so damn good.

“pretty little cunt takin’ all my cum,” he moans brokenly, lifting his body off of yours with his trembling arms so he can stare at the hot and sticky mess that’s connecting the both of you.

you blacked out for a bit there and saw stars. rivulets of your combined juices travel down the crevice of your ass, staining the sheets below you and forming a puddle.

you feel lightheaded and dizzy, chest heaving so hard as atsumu removes your legs from his shoulders, straightening them on either of him. you’re mumbling unintelligibly and atsumu mirrors you, hiccuping as he pulls out with a loud and wet pop that has him blushing profusely.

his eyebrows furrow, wincing at how his cock is rubbed raw but he wants more. he still has a few rounds left in him.

you sigh in contentment, eyes drooping as the exhaustion from your activity catches up to you. but you’re in for a rude awakening because atsumu unceremoniously flips you to your stomach.

he pushes your back into a deep arch and you whine brokenly, but words have since left you and your bones are practically jelly, too mindless to push him away.

he’s literally as fucked out as you are, his body trembling with the same intensity. but he’s not finished, far from it.

atsumu’s brown eyes are hazy and shiny, drool falling out of his lips as he looks down at the junction between your ass with a tired and semi-satisfied grin.

he eases your twitching by massaging your thighs to relieve the tension. he lines himself up to your battered and dripping pussy, thighs messy with trails of white smearing into your skin.

he leans over your back and his lips kiss the sweaty skin where your neck meets your shoulder, and a dopey smile stretches his lips when you moan and wiggle your ass. you want more too.

“we’re not done, sweetheart. gotta make sure you get pregnant after all.”

[6:55 PM]

tagging: pls omg sorry for the tags again but this baby got flagged so if u can give it some love again ehe .

@anime-nymph @semisgroupie @rosesandtoshi @tetsuswhore@kuroohoeee @chaotic-fangirl-blog @alaina-rose13@devilgirlcrybabiey @moonlit-mizukage @omiikeii @slutawara @yams046 @fairyxkisses @lov3glore @bucinhajime @scnwanna @cute-mute @criesinpisces @thotthumb @bunbyy @kinsurou @chiefinvestigatoremma

[sugawara-sweetheart]

𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | collab

closed

what is the decadence collab?

an open nsfw collab with the prompt of taboo, immorality + self-indulgence 

bonus points if you use the phrase ‘we shouldn’t be doing this’

i.e age gaps, infidelity, unethical power dynamics, taboo kinks + fetishes, dark content + more

for fandoms: haikyuu, jujutsu kaisen, my hero academia + attack on titan  

rules

strictly 18+ | do not ask to join if you do not have an age on your blog 

no minor x adult or p*dophilia. no writing any characters as underage. all characters must be written as 18+

hard kinks + dark themes welcome!!!

please do not ask to join if you do not wish to interact with dc writers/consumers

please don’t plagiarise or steal work from other writers

works

please post all works by 30th may 

please tag your works with sweetheart decadence and/or tag me in your fic so that i can read + reblog + add to the m.list

works must be 500 words minimum 

art, edits + any other form of creativity is also welcome! 

how do i join?

please send me an ask/message saying you’d like to join the decadence collab, along with who you’d like to write for + a general idea of the fic theme 

eg ‘i'd like to join the decadence collab and write for [character] and [boss/secretary]

if you would like to drop the collab please let me know! please don’t feel pressured to carry on if you can’t! <3 </blockquote>

if you have any questions, please send me an ask! please check the tag before asking questions to make sure it hasn’t already been answered

m.list

jujutsu kaisen

❥sick | mahito x curse/sorcerer | @pupimouto​

❥a bratty student | gojo + itadori x student!reader + corruption | @chronic-claire-universe​

❥falling | bro!megumi x reader (ft toji) | @anime-nymph​

❥practicum | supervisor!nanami x intern!reader | @sugako​

❥only for tonight | toji x sorcerer!reader | @megumiya​

❥brotherly | choso x itadori’s sister!reader | @torubabe​

❥mafia!choso | @nanamisbreadstick

❥dad’s best friend!gojo | @suna-reversed​

❥junpei x best friend’s mum!reader | @delirieum

❥step bro!mahito + corruption | @miyaflix​

❥milf!mei mei | @villain-hotline​

❥stepdad!nanami | @curses-n-collars​

❥yandere!naoya x maid!reader | @drxwsyni

❥toji x megumi’s girlfriend + cheating | @sugawara-sweetheart​

haikyuu

❥sunflower | suna + incest + noncon | @xobabyalina​

❥maybe ill share | BoKuroo x reader | @ssrated1volleyballplayer​

❥“yes” is conditional | kuroo + brainwashing/mind control | @gingersnaaps​

❥pink punch! | step dad!atsumu | @savorysatori​

❥spring breakers | step dad!daichi | @keisdeity​

❥no escape | osamu x runaway!reader | @mianavs​

❥dedication of a true fan | streamer!kenma x innocent gamer!reader | @cozykozume​

❥surprise interview | step bro!kenma | @rocorambles​

❥hush hush | best friend’s dad!kuroo | @kurosukii​

❥taking care of you | step dad!matsukawa | @kaijime​

❥one more | step dad!ukai | @sanctimonium​

❥off limits | hanamaki x best friend’s sister!reader | @semisgroupie​

❥forgive me father for i have sinned | incubus!meian + sacrilege | @kurinoot​

❥camboy!asahi x boss!reader | @toshis-switch​

❥BoKuroo x fem!reader + yakuza au | @bokuroskitten

❥bokuto + dubcon + infidelity | @loveatsutani​

❥dad’s friend!iwaizumi x reader | @forchrollo

❥kageyama’s granddad x kageyama’s s/o | @obarnes​

❥yakuza stepbro!matsukawa | @haikyutiehoe​

❥sakusa + voyeurism | @ushilifa

❥yandere!sugawara x coffee shop manager!reader | @kiyoobi​

❥sugawara + teacher/student | @satosimp

❥tsukishima x librarian reader | @infiminty​

my hero academia

❥you don’t need to say it | best friend’s brother!bakugou | @macnevercries

❥pacify her | best friend’s boyfriend!bakugou | @daisy-bakugo​

❥dabi x reader x hawks | unethical power dynamics | @nomadmilk​

❥pro hero!iida x secretary!reader- noncon + infidelity | @tenyaletmelickyourenginesclean​

❥dilf shigaraki x dab’s daughter | @devilkou​

❥virgin big brother!tamaki | @tsutomou

attack on titan

❥in the name of all that is holy | priest!armin x succubus!reader | @nakachuchu​

❥oh captain, my captain | erwin x subordinate!reader | @forcefully-awoken​

❥against the rules | step bro!zeke + eren | @pressedlilacsandlilies​

❥mine for the night | yandere!eren | @father-time-and-baby-new-year

❥stepbro!bertolt x reader | @colossalnova​

❥levi + incest | @all-about-seggs

❥levi + boot fucking | @gojosweets

[xmyshya]

You're my star shining on me now

summary: Suna Rintarou is flooded with memories on your 2nd wedding anniversary. genre: heavy angst warnings: heavy angst, mentions of d*ath, mentions of s*icide MINORS DNI betas: @haikyooot thank you so much, love you special thanks: to @haikyooot again for helping me with making it hurt even more. to @kurinoot and @miki-snake for the help with the banner. a/n: This is a work of fiction. Do not recreate any of the behaviours presented in it. If you're in a bad place mentally please, please, please, seek help. Fic is part of the rintarhoes "But my feelings" collab! You can find the masterlist here wc: 2k

“Hey baby,” Suna Rintarō says as he sits down beside you.

He’s met with silence.

“I brought you flowers, your favourites. I can’t believe it’s our 2nd anniversary already.”

Still nothing.

“Baby girl, would you let me talk for a while?”

There’s no reaction, but he knows you can hear him. He hopes you’re listening too.

“Remember when we met in high school? I thought you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen. You were…”

...surrounded by the astral halo. That’s how Suna saw you for the first time. One day on a lunch break, when he was eating with the twins, you entered the cafeteria with your classmates; your smile was brighter than the sun itself, and your whole figure, surrounded by a silver aura, blackened out everything around. Suna’s hand froze halfway to his lips, a cluster of rice forgotten between the chopsticks, and Osamu made fun of him for it.

“Oi, Sunarin, ya okay?”

“I think I just saw an angel,” he mumbled, eyes still focused on you.

“Suna, doncha dare follow the light!” Atsumu exclaimed a little too loud, earning a kick on his shin from his brother.

That’s when you looked back at him, at the source of the noise, and nodded; you acknowledged his existence. And until that moment he had laughed at all the romcoms and deemed them unrealistic, mocked all the people who ever claimed, “it was love at first sight”.

Because at that moment, he felt it—the electric impulse that defibrillated his heart and made it beat for real, the heat spreading throughout his veins like a wildfire, the tremble of his body as if he was a leaf moved by a wind—Suna fell in love for the first time in his life.

“Listen baby, I know I’m not good with words. I’ve never been good with words. But please, bear with me, okay?”

Suna takes a deep breath before continuing.

“God, it took me so long to ask you out. It wouldn’t have happened if not for the twins. They were always idiots, but for this I will always be grateful to them. For getting us together.”

“Suna, how long are ya gonna just watch her, huh?”

Atsumu had a nasty habit of talking with his mouth full, of chewing with his mouth open, and it irritated Suna to no end. He only shrugged in response to the question.

It was a warm, spring day; many students went outside to eat their lunches. The boys were seated in the shade of a big tree, right across your bench. You’d been exchanging nods, and smiles, and hellos for a while now, but never more.

“He’s right, yanno. ‘S kinda painful to watch.” Osamu chimed in.

“Nobody asked you.” Why did they even care so much? It was not their business.

“Right… ‘Kay, ‘m gonna be back in a sec.”

The blond stood up with a loud slap on his thighs, and Suna looked at him for the first time during their break.

“Where the hell are you going?” he asked, but Atsumu only waved him off.

Suna watched his friend approach your group, saw how your friends giggled at whatever he had said, and his heart clenched. What if you were interested in the bleached twin too? You didn’t titter at him, but still listened with your eyes focused on the speaker.

But then Atsumu pointed his thumb at where Suna and Osamu were sitting, your gaze followed and fell on him, and his heart threatened to jump out of his ribcage. You smiled and nodded, and the blond waved at the two boys triumphantly for them to come.

“H-hi, I’m Suna Rintarō.” He muttered under his breath; he’d never been shy, just quiet, but you were there smiling so pretty, that he couldn’t help but feel humbled.

“Nice to meet you, Suna-san. I’m Y/n.”

Suna smiles fondly at the memory, certain that you can’t see the wetness gathering in his eyes. Or maybe you can, because you’ve always been able to read him like an open book.

“I’m getting sappy, I know. I swore I would never, but I just—”

He closes his eyes and sighs, there’s still so much he wants to tell you. And you’re waiting patiently for him to regain some composure, your lack of reaction strangely encourages him more.

“We’ve had our ups and downs, I’ve been insufferable sometimes. I acted like I didn’t care, I hurt and annoyed you, but even when you shout at me, you’re the only one I want. You’re the only one I’ll ever want.”

Suna was tired. He got recruited to EJP Raijins, had to move to another prefecture, but you were there with him, for him.

The apartment you lived in was tiny, and neither of you had expected anything more as you had just started your adult lives. But it was fine, it only meant that the love you shared was more condensed between the walls.

It also meant that there was nowhere to hide when Suna was too tired. He had been away for 2 weeks for practice, meaning 2 weeks surrounded by people all. the. time. His body ached from all the training and his mind buzzed from the constant chatter; he just wanted to be alone for a moment, to sit in silence and recharge.

“Rin! You’re back!”

Your voice welcomed him as soon as he opened the door, your arms open wide for him. He hugged you with a pat on your back, pulled away quickly with a kiss to your temple.

“I missed you, Rin.”

“Yeah.”

If you were hurt by his lack of affection, you didn’t show it. Or maybe he just failed to see it. Most probably the latter, since he locked himself in the bathroom.

“You okay, baby?”

“Yeah.”

Silence. He should have been worried, he should have thought twice, he should have communicated, but he didn’t. After eternity under the shower and still in his frustrated bubble, Suna left the bathroom, right back to your nagging.

“You don’t look okay, Rin.”

“Yeah.” And with that he disappeared in the tiny bedroom; you followed.

“Rin, talk to me.”

Silence.

“Rin? Are you listening to me?”

Your voice was so gentle, so worried. He didn’t know why it angered him so much, he didn’t know why it made him storm out the door with a “leave me the fuck alone”.

He did know, however, that he fucked up badly. Suna came back to a quiet home, scared that you left him. But when he entered the bedroom, you were still there, curled up and shivering. So he lied down and embraced you, whispering “I’m sorry”s into your skin.

“You can’t do that to me, Rin.”

“I know.”

“You need to tell me what you need, how am I supposed to know?”

“I know.”

“I missed you, Rin.”

“I missed you too, baby. So fucking much.”

Suna suddenly remembers something and reaches to his pocket where a small box resides. He pulls a ring out of it and rolls it between his fingers for a moment before speaking again.

“Damn, I still can’t believe you stayed with me. Married me. I was so nervous when I was looking for a ring, good thing Osamu was with me. But in the end I knew. As soon as I saw this one, I knew this was the one. And I prayed you’d say yes.”

It’d been a few hours of walking in and out of all the jewellery stores in the city and Osamu was getting impatient.

“Suna, do ya even know what yer lookin’ for?”

The man in question shook his head, still hunched over the cabinet at yet another shop. His friend sighed. Suna was frustrated too. All the rings looked the same, why even make so many brands if they were all the same?

But just as they were leaving, Suna saw it in his peripheral vision. It was illogical, because how could he see something so small from that distance, but he did. The ring had a tiny stone shaped like a star, with even tinier stones surrounding it like a halo. Just like when he’d seen you for the first time.

“This one.”

-----

He really wanted it to be perfect. Just the two of you in a nice restaurant, preferably located on a roof of some tall building, with both of you dressed up. He would tell you how beautiful you were, that the view didn’t compare, and the intensity of your blush would rival your lipstick.

But life had other plans, because perfect would be boring, right?

The twins were staying over to celebrate Osamu opening a branch restaurant in Nagano, and they were never a good combination with lots of food and alcohol. The laughter and lively chatter echoed between the walls, playful banter only made the decibels rise.

Atsumu, in his tipsy state, gesticulated wildly at his brother, trying to prove some point. One of his hands knocked a glass off the table; the whole content landed on your shirt. The blond started apologising profusely.

“It’s fine, don’t worry. I’ll just go get changed.”

In retrospection, he sucked at hiding things. Because just one minute later you came back to the group holding a small velvety box. Opened.

“Rin? What is this? I-it fell from the shelf when I— when I reached for your shirt.”

You stared at him with eyes wide open.

“Marry me?”

And somehow it was still perfect.

“And soon after, I got you to say yes for the second time. How lucky I am!”

Suna couldn’t wait for that day to come, couldn’t wait to see you in a white dress. He knew it would be special, that you would be more beautiful than ever before. But he wasn’t ready for this.

He wasn’t ready for the rapid beating of his heart when you stood at the opposite end of the aisle. He wasn’t ready for the butterflies in his stomach to go wild when the music started playing and you smiled. He wasn’t ready for the happiness bubbling up his throat when you walked towards him. And finally, he wasn’t ready for the tears to fall when he slid another ring on your finger.

Somewhere at the edge of his awareness Suna knew there were other people at the reception, but he didn’t care. Not when he had you in his arms, smiling so sweetly and lovingly at him; not when he swayed with you to one of your favourite songs; not when his angel was finally, truly his.

“I love you. So much.”

“I love you too, Rin.”

“You know, the first year of our married life was the happiest time of my life. It was as if my dreams came true, my prayers were heard, I could’ve conquered the whole world if I wanted. I would’ve climbed the highest mountain, would’ve circled the globe twice, would’ve crossed any desert, if I held your hand.

So why, why didn’t I pick you up for our first anniversary date? Why was I waiting for you to arrive, in that damn restaurant, in the warmth and safety?”

Suna’s tears are flowing endlessly as he chokes on his words.

“Why did that fucker have to be drunk? Why instead of your voice I had to hear that of policemen and doctors? Why did I have to wait behind the glass when they were trying to push life back into you?!”

His body is trembling from the violent sobs.

“I can’t do this. It’s been a year, this nightmare has been going on for a whole year. I love you my angel, my starlight. I will always love you, and only you.”

Suna gets up from the bench to lay down the flowers on your grave and kisses the top of the gravestone lovingly, as if it were your forehead—the cold granite that buried his dead heart along with you. Then he lifts the ring up to the sky, the stone catches the sun rays and scatters little rainbows.

“Wait for me, my angel. Soon I’ll ask you to be mine again.”

[seijorhi]

Feel like making a deal with the Devil?

I can’t believe it’s taken me over a year to actually do this, but I’m super excited to present the Deal With the Devil open NSFW collab! Take it as literally or figuratively as you want, so long as there’s a deal struck with a less than... virtuous figure, it counts.

Status: Closed.

Theme: A deal with the Devil

Fandom: Haikyuu, BNHA and Jujutsu Kaisen

Going live: Sunday, 25th of July

Rules:

♕ As this is an open collab, anyone can join as long as you are 18+ Your age must be visible on your blog before you can sign up

♕ It’s NSFW so dark content and kinks are more than welcome, the only exception of course being underage content (which is absolutely not allowed). Please make sure everything is tagged tho!

♕ Sign ups are open until the 25th of June, one month out from the due date, and all works are to be posted by the 25th of July. The masterlist goes live at midnight 

♕ This collab and any info will be tagged under #deal with the devil collab, but feel free to send an ask or message me if you’re unsure about anything!

How to enter:

♕ Shoot me an ask or send me a dm on tumblr or discord with the character you want to write for - there’s no limit to who can write what characters, though it’s fun if there’s a little diversity too

Masterlist ~ Now Live

Haikyuu

@iwaasfairy - Matsukawa - Nightshade

@terushimooo - Asahi

@rocorambles - Daichi - Ruined Innocence

@angelamajiki - Bokuto

@xobrattymoonxo - Kyoutani

@c-herri - Atsumu & Osamu

@brivetaroundtown - Yaku - Lessons from Demon Senpai

@saekogun - Atsumu

@mostismore - Daishou - Deal with an Angel/Fall of a Demon

@dearestdynamight - Kuroo

@kurinoot - Iwaizumi

@pupimouto - Tendou - A Devil’s Mark

@byproducts-of-my-imagination - Sakusa - Faust

@tink2kagome - Yamaguchi - Red Tulips

@gingersnaaps - Hanamaki - One-way Ticket

@sanctimonium - Daichi

@siwozengmuio - Shirabu - Less Than Unprofessional

@proserpinasdelight - Ushijima

@yanderecrazysie - Tsukishima - Rigged

@haikyutiehoe - Meian & Fukuro

@tsukisheadphones - Lev

@sibyleye - Suna

@stupendousconnoisseurpuppy​ - Hinata - The Son’s Warmth

@wickedfaerytale​ - Kuroo

BNHA

@nectarous - Nomu

@saintdabi - Shigaraki

@sightoru - Keigo

@just-average-writer - Dabi - Inside

@genlockanddropit - Shinsou

@fierysafrina - Mr Compress

@haikyutiehoe - Mirko & Hawks

Jujutsu Kaisen

@seijorhi - Getou - To the Wolves

@stariwrites - Sukuna

@mrsgiovanna - Nanami

@twix-nobara - Megumi

@father-time-and-baby-new-year - Naoya

@wakaoujisenhime - Choso - Just Once

@lcveaesop - Mahito

[anime-nymph]

"Firsts" Collab!

In celebration of my blog reaching 2k I am opening my first ever collab!

Prompt: Any firsts! Anything from a first kiss to a first fuck and beyond, as long as there's a first time involved then your prompt is fair game!

Creators: Both writers and artists are welcome!

Fandoms: Haikyuu, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, and Attack on Titan

Status: Closed

How to Join:

Send an Ask or DM stating what character and what first you're going to write/draw!

- ie. Kenma + First Kiss || Deku + First Date

Rules:

♡ Strictly 18+ Minors DNI || This is an nsfw blog as well as a mostly nsfw event, y'all know better already.

- If I can't find an age on your blog I will not add you to the masterlist.

♡ SFW/NSFW/DC are all accepted! Just please tag accordingly.

- Any formats is fine, headcanons or one-shots. Please try to make it at least 500 words

♡ Prompts can be reused but repeat characters can only be done twice! So two prompts per character only, and no duplicate prompts on the same character.

- So if you really want to write a First Kiss and it's already on the masterlist, just choose another character!

- Multis won't count against the 2 character cap!

♡ One entry per blog!

♡ Please reblog the masterlist once you've been added 💞

♡ Please tag me (@anime-nymph) in the finished pieces and use the #firsts.collab

♡ Works due by August 31st 2021!

Masterlist

Haikyuu:

♡ Wakatoshi Ushijima + First Breakup || @anime-nymph

♡ Hajime Iwaizumi + First Love || @ixwrites

♡ Morisuke Yaku + First Tears || @kurinoot

♡ Shūgo Meian + First Meeting || @meiansmistress

♡ Reon Ōhira + First One Night Stand || @semisgroupie

♡ Iwaizumi, Kita, Kuroo, Tsukishima + First Kiss Reactions (art) || @vanille--kiss

♡ Ikkei Ukai + First GILF || @terushimooo

♡ KuroKen + First Time Subbing || @bokuroskitten

♡ Tetsurou Kuroo + First Fuck || @kurosukii

♡ Atsumu Miya + First Fuck || @sluttsumu

♡ Shinsuke Kita + First Date || @54prowl

♡ MatsuHana + First Threesome || @iwas-baby

♡ Satoru Gojo + First Kiss || @m3gumiis

Jujutsu Kaisen:

♡ Yuuji Itadori + First Blowjob || @em-plosion

♡ Choso + First Kiss || @sugarbooger513

♡ Naoya Zenin + First Meeting || @sophiria

♡ Kento Nanami + First Time || @trueshellz/@riotgirl21

♡ Mahito + First Orgasm || @jjksomeday

My Hero Academia:

Attack on Titan:

♡ Mezo Shoji + First Love || @cliche-anime-trash

♡ Jean + First Time Domming || @tenrichouku

♡ Pieck Finger + First Crush/Confession || @bunbyy

♡ Eren/Armin + First Threesome || @saccharine-darling

[filthweb]

HELLO PEOPLE. I CHANGED MY USERNAME SO MAKE SURE TO TAG @satoryouiki

FUCK ME RIGHT HERE

Hi hello how are you. I am hosting an Collab Event. (Closed)

This is an open collab which means anyone can join as long as they are 18+. Your age should be mentioned in your bio.

Theme

Public or semi-public sex. Example, In public washroom, under the dining table, etc. Can be anything like fingering, dirty talk, or even just a blowjob or sex.

If you’re interested, send me an ask or a DM! It’s first come, first serve. Reblog this after you're joining

Fandoms

Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu, Boku no hero academia, Aot, Bungou stray Dogs, Sk8

INFORMATION.

SFW and NSFW content will be acceptable.

Headcanons, full fics, drabbles, thirsts may be written for this collab.

Only 2 people can choose the same character. But then you must write a different scenario than the first person.

Dark content is welcome but must be tagged accordingly!

The characters have to be post times skip or aged up. WE DO NOT PROMOTE SEXUALIZATION OF MINORS.

Artists and writers can both participate.

The deadline will be on 15th July but I don't mind it it's a bit late.

Please tag me in the finished piece to allow me to add it into the masterlist!

Writers and their work. (In alphabetical order)

►HAIKYUU

♡Atsumu x fem!reader- @chronic-claire-universe

♡ Bokuto x reader - @bubbleteaimagines

♡Bokuto x fem!reader- @anime-nymph

♡Daichi x fem!reader- @meiansmistress

♡Hinata x fem!reader- @kurosukii

♡Kageyama x fem!reader @splishsplashyouretrash

♡Kita x fem!reader- @bunbyy

♡Konoha x fem!reader- @ohno-otome

♡Lev x fem!reader- @kurinoot

♡Mattsun x fem!reader- @bokuroskitten

♡ Oikawa x fem!reder- @haikyutiehoe

♡Oikawa x fem!reader- @liaslight

♡Osamu x fem!reader- @half-baked-biscuit

♡Sakusa x fem!reader- @gourmetrat

♡Suna x fem!reader- @kshira

♡Tsukishima x fem!reader- @tetsunormous

♡Ushijima x fem!reader- @rosesandtoshi

♡Yamaguchi x fem!reader- @bokutomessy

►JJK

♡Geto × fem!reader- @d4rkgetou

♡Geto x fem!reader- @severelytalentless

♡ Gojo x fem!reader- @bramblepaw513

♡Gojo x fem!reader- @anyway-idc

♡Nanami x fem!reader- @sebbyzoldyck

♡Sukuna x fem!reader- @tequchiha

♡Toji x fem!reader- @suna-reversed

►BNHA

♡Bakugou x fem!reader- @bakugoskitten

♡Villian!Deku x fem!reader- @yamigooops

►BSD

♡Dazai x fem!reader- @shakespearesdrugdealer

►AOT

♡Eren x fem!reader- @peachycoreroo

[haikyooot]

The Butterfly & The Flower 【蝶戀花】

Pairing: Akaashi x F!Reader Word Count: 7.7k Genre: Chinese Mythology, Historical Fantasy, fluff, angst with happy ending Warnings: death, reincarnation, folk religion themes, temporary amnesia, immortal x human relationship

This is a part of the hqhq server monthly collab! The theme is Mythology. I’ve been so excited for this ever since the prompt was picked!! All the other incredible collab pieces can be found here. (goes live 3/12/2021 19:00 est) Thank you @vanille--kiss,  @kurinoot , and @karasunomygod for helping me beta, and Cass @kuroowo​...my braincell.

If you would like some immersive bgm

Akaashi landed on a boulder and fluttered his wings. In the form of a butterfly, he had seen rivers form and mountains move. He witnessed languages being created and civilizations fall to ruin. For five hundred years, Akaashi flew about and rested alone. The only tethers of hope he carried were the most cherished memories he carefully kept safe. He wasn't always a butterfly; at some point in his existence, he was a mortal human. Finally, at the end of a seeming eternity, Akaashi closed his wings and laid to rest. After a trial of five hundred years, one last feat remained.

Stories of the Underworld varied. Some said it was just endless desert sand or dark, rocky paths. Contrary to the stories, the Underworld was much like the earthly realm, filled with streets and shops, only for the inhabitants of the netherworld. There was also a lot of bureaucracy, paperwork, and a lengthy queue.

Akaashi followed the procession of souls awaiting their passage across the Bridge of Helplessness. The River flowing beneath had waves akin to the tormented wails of regrets. Each soul had to make a stop by one of the teahouse taverns lining the banks of the river—a checkpoint before entering the Wheel of Reincarnation for their next life. All the souls here were deemed eligible for reincarnation. They either had no mortal sins to begin with or they had already atoned for them in the other circles of Hell.

None of these establishments were the ones Akaashi was looking for. He wandered past countless many until he arrived at a pavilion. The red paint on the pillars was peeled and chipped like on most ancient structures. A masked figure kneeled on a mat at the center. 

He found you.

"Enter and please sit," you said, gesturing to the empty mat in front of you. Akaashi obliged and sat down. 

He watched your hands, peeking out from the edges of the long silken robes, pick out a teacup and set it down on the table with a quiet clink. You then took a teapot from the clay brazier and filled the cup with tea. Each movement was fluid, as if the teapot was an extension of your arm. How many times have you repeated this movement?

"After the judgment and any atonement of sin, let bygones be bygones. Forget it all, and then be renewed once again. One sip is all it takes to start over."

Akaashi picked up the cup and studied the entrancing liquid. So this is the Tea of Eternal Amnesia.

"Are you waiting for someone?" you asked, noticing he had no intention of drinking the tea.

Akaashi tried to peer at your appearance covered by the mask. A vicious painted expression stared back at him, but it did not unnerve him at all. Be it one hundred years, five hundred, or another one thousand...Whether or not you had the same appearance, Akaashi promised you he would always remember and find you. It was a vow.

He gently set the teacup back down. "Perhaps."

"Look there," you instructed, pointing towards the wandering souls loitering by the shore. "Those spirits are all waiting for someone. Maybe their intended is suffering punishment. Maybe their time hasn't come yet, or perhaps the intended arrived and passed the bridge first before them."

"Were there ever..."

"None. By ways of fate or lack of patience, I do not know. But I have never seen any souls reunite at this bridge—not in the years I've been appointed here. At some point, they come asking for the tea or end up as vengeful ghosts."

Akaashi didn't respond.

"You... You're not quite like them," you puzzled, eyeing Akaashi up and down. "Your soul registers to me as mortal, but you've been wandering for much too long for a human lifespan."

"Five hundred years."

"Then either you were cursed or you have a trial in order to ascend to immortality. But since you're here, you must have been cursed." You sighed before continuing, "No heavenly being would come here without a reason. Five hundred years of burdening memories, don't you think you've had enough already? Isn't it better to forget and move on?"

"Aren't there memories worth keeping no matter the cost?"

You briefly laughed, amused by his counterpoint. "I was told I drank this tea too before I assumed this position. Of course, I wouldn't remember drinking it in the first place—that memory was wiped clean. I feel pleasantly nothing."

"Do you feel joy?"

"Joy?" you scoffed. "That's a human emotion."

"Yet you fiddle your fingers," Akaashi challenged, pointing at the way your fingers intertwined together in the silk folds of your robe. "That's a very human habit, don't you think?"

"You speak like an immortal, Keiji," you huffed, quickly letting go of the fabric as if your hand burned. That wasn’t your natural habit, so why?

Akaashi’s eyes flickered. "Do you...know Keiji?"

"Who's...Keiji?" 

You felt like you've heard the name before. You weren't sure how it snuck out you in the first place. The sound was comforting and familiar, and the sense of security made you nervous. So, you quickly diverted your attention to a sachet strung from Akaashi's belt.

"The silk is torn and the petals are no doubt in ashes, yet you still wear it proudly."

Akaashi brushed over the object of curiosity and admired the tattered embroidery.

"Yes. It's something of great importance to me, from someone I made a vow to."

"And this person is one you aren't willing to forget?"

"Precisely. She is my dearest."

Even with a mask, you could feel Akaashi's gaze pierce through and lock with yours.

"Could you tell me about her, then?"

"Yes."

You were warned of the fickleness of mortals. 

The other immortals told you humans loved and hated on whims, and said false words. But there's something about them, a certain humanness that you found intriguing. You found that many humans were sentimental; they were honest, hardworking and simple. Many also wrote poetry, created music, and gave meaning to trivial things that were not profound at all, such as flowers.

To answer your curiosities, when the others were not looking, you would ride on a lofty cloud to the mortal realm and observe these peculiar humans that looked very much like immortals, but had no divine auras. Some days you were a cat, other days a butterfly, but still you loved blending in following the fashions of the time.

Today, you strolled along stone-paved paths of the town, with bells jingling around your ankles. On your index finger, you twirled a fragrant silk sachet containing flower petals from the Queen Mother of the West's gardens. It was said that the scent had healing properties and would ease the mind.

It was such an exciting day for this busy street, with vendors calling out slogans for their goods. For almost any good imaginable, there was a shop. You passed by the vendors selling hairpins, clay masks, and bolts of bright fabrics; skipped past the large steamers containing fresh buns, and the noodle makers putting on a show. You also laughed your heart out, baffled by the teahouse storytellers telling inaccurate tales of immortal heroes and dubious gossips of the inner palace.

Oof. You fell back after bumping into someone. You quickly caught your balance and prepared to give the person a piece of your mind. "H-hey-"

"Apologies, Miss. Please pardon me," a polite voice rang out, putting an immediate halt to the angry thoughts in your head.

The young man greeted you with a formal bow and you found yourself reciprocating the rites. Then, he raised his head, and you saw him in detail. It wasn't a stretch to mistaken the man in front of you as another immortal with the tranquil regality he exuded. That was even without mentioning his visual appearance. His features were defined yet gentle, and his expression was comforting and above all else, familiar.

"Miss, the sachet that was dropped," Akaashi said, presenting the silk object out to you.

You were still lost in your thoughts.

"Miss?"

"Hey Akaashi!" A loud voice cut into your daydream and finally brought your senses back. "Come try these steamed buns, they're so fluffy!"

"Bokuto, I'll be right there," Akaashi responded. When he turned his attention back to you, he realized you were gone already. With a crowd of this size, it was already too difficult to find you.

Akaashi ran a thumb over the silk pouch that was left from this chance-encounter. The intricate embroidering on the silk meant this was a very delicate and expensive handicraft. And the unique fragrance, unlike anything he smelled before, was not something a typical household could get a hold of. If you were of aristocracy, then why were you alone?

"Hey, Akaashi, what you got there in your hands?" Bokuto asked, mouth full of steamed buns and his hands holding two more.

Kuroo whistled and slung an arm around Akaashi's shoulder. "Our bookworm's smitten by a lady!" he teased, before reaching for the sachet to get a closer look.

Akaashi shoved Kuroo off from his shoulders and quickly shoved the sachet into his sleeve, away from his friends' prying gazes.

"Don't touch something that's not yours."

"Akaashi Keji! It's not yours either! Unless..." Kuroo nudged Bokuto expectantly.

"You're deciding to keep it for yourself!" Bokuto finished after gulping the last bits of his snack down.

Akaashi didn't bother responding and briskly walked back towards the direction of the academy. His two friends tailed behind him closely, still making up misrendered tales. 

Meanwhile, high up on the roof of the pavilion tower, you smiled and whispered to yourself, "So, his full name is Akaashi Keiji."

The lecture from the master went in one ear and out the other. Akaashi didn't even notice that a splotch of ink had dripped from his brush onto the paper. His mind wandered to the sachet tucked in his sleeve.

The calm, fresh fragrance of the sachet reminded him of your disappearing steps and flowing robes, while the wind chimes that hung from the beams of the window frame reminded him of the jingles around your hidden ankles. He could almost picture that bright, charming expression of yours that poetry could not even begin to describe. Exquisite, but comforting and familiar.

"Akaashi. Akaashi," the master called out, striking a bamboo stick against the table. "I did not take you to be a slacker either. The exams are around the corner, you know."

Akaashi quickly apologized and shot a look towards Bokuto and Kuroo, huddled on the other side of the lecture room unsuccessful at hiding their amusement and mockery.

"Kuroo. Bokuto. Stand and read the passage."

With a grumble, Bokuto and Kuroo stood from their seats and began reading out loud. Then, the class fell back into its habitual routine.

In the subsequent days and weeks, Akaashi made it a habit of his to carry the sachet with him nearly everywhere. It was on his nightstand while he rested and accompanied him while he poured over the books of classics. Whenever he became lost in his thoughts, he found himself mindlessly fiddling with the embroidered threads and colored tassels. He reasoned that there was a chance, however slight, he could run into you again. He would return the object back to you and have a chance to ask for your name. However, the more time passed, Akaashi grew less and less confident that he would find the sachet's owner.

"If only the first glance could last forever," he mumbled by the window of his study. He really ought to forget the one-time encounter by losing himself in the books.

"Seems like you've taken a liking to the sachet, Scholar."

Akaashi jolted in his seat when he saw you suddenly appear at his window. He blinked, making sure it wasn't a hallucination and checked his surroundings to see if anyone else heard in the vicinity.

"How did you..." Find me, Akaashi wanted to ask.

"I must be under a rock to not know the son of the Akaashi manor. Talented, gentlemanly, not to mention good-looking. I must say, marketplace rumors aren't false for once."

Akaashi was stunned, baffled at how you seemed to show up right when he missed you most.

"The sachet."

"Oh," Akaashi hurriedly took it out from his sleeves to offer it back.

"Keep it."

Akaashi swallowed. For a young lady to offer such a personal item to another, well according to the rites that would mean...But at the same time, he probably shouldn't have been carrying such a private item of another everywhere...No, it was because-

"Akaashi!" Bokuto yelled out from down the hall. "Still in the study? Come on, let's go to the stables, I'm dying to go have some fun!"

Akaashi could hear their hurried footsteps storming closer. If they come, they'll see her, and I don't want to even think of how to explain myself.

"I just wanted to come and say hello," you said, sensing Akaashi's nervousness. "Then, I shall take my leave."

"Wait!" Akaashi blurted out. "Miss, might I ask for your name?"

"If you meet me at the garden on the outskirts in three days at noon, then maybe."

Bokuto and Kuroo's footsteps were just outside the room. You quickly weighed your options, made up your mind, and then performed your disappearing act when the door began to slide open.

Kuroo entered the room and sneezed as he waved his arm around. "Your room smells like flowers!"

Akaashi remained frozen in his seat, face flushed and hot.

"Hey, Akaashi! What's with you? Let's go already!" Bokuto insisted. "Wow, it really does smell like flowers in here, what did you do?"

Akaashi recomposed himself and made sure his sachet was tucked into his sleeve.

"Certain magic," he said with a smile, lightly touching the tip of his nose where you had snuck a kiss.

Akaashi could not sleep for the next two nights. Initially, Bokuto and Kuroo wanted him to go with them to try a new teahouse that had opened. He hated lying to his friends, but the excuse "I need to study" worked miracles. Akaashi slipped past crowds to the outskirts of the city wall. The garden was supposed to be long abandoned, wild and ungrown. What could you possibly want by suggesting meeting him there?

He was the first one to arrive and to his surprise, the pavilion seemed to be restored to its former glory. The red paint on the pillars looked new and bright, and a setting for tea was placed in the middle. Akaashi paced around the pavilion, wondering if you would actually show up. Three days later at noon, I didn't get the time wrong, did I? Akaashi took a seat on one of the mats and pulled out a book he was supposed to be studying. At least if someone questioned him later, he really did "study". Akaashi tried to keep busy, but his mind wandered.

"Akaashi, you're here."

Akaashi fumbled to put his book away and stood up to greet you. You always had a knack for popping up sporadically and unexpectedly.

"Miss, I thought you weren't going to come...And, you can call me Keiji, if you would please."

It was a daring step for him and he wasn't sure if you'd accept this advancement.

"Alright, I'll do that. And did you think I was going to miss this opportunity? I invited you out!" You took a seat adjacent to him and saw the books half-shoved into his bag. "What were you studying?"

Akaashi pulled the books out to show you."Um, the works and philosophy of Zhuangzi." His throat was parched. Were you going to think of him as a bookworm and unworthy of your time?

You poured yourself and Akaashi a cup of tea. "Tell me about it," you urged, genuinely interested in what he had to say.

Once given the opportunity to talk about books, Akaashi felt like a fish in water. You noticed the way his eyes lit up as he spoke. He conversed with ease, telling you about the remarkable ways the text was written. He pointed out areas he disagreed with and mentioned contemporary discourses. All the while, you fell into a dreamy state listening to his voice. Akaashi's voice was soothing, full of clarity and depth.

"And then Zhuangzi fell asleep and dreamt that he became a butterfly. As a butterfly, he flew about without worries and forgot that he was Zhuangzi. But when Zhuangzi woke up and felt his solid body, he wasn't sure if he was Zhuangzi who dreamt of becoming a butterfly or if he was a butterfly dreaming he became Zhuangzi."

"That's an interesting paradox," you said thoughtfully.

"If both dreaming and waking feel real, who knows what is really real?”

You laughed and filled Akaashi's teacup again. "You speak like an immortal, Keiji."

Akaashi became flustered and tried to hide his burning face behind his sleeves as he took a sip of tea. He was worried for nothing, it seemed, after hearing you laugh; it was a beautiful sound and Akaashi felt his heart beat like a drum.

One meeting became two and two multiplied to four and then eight and many more. Each time Akaashi arrived with anticipation and left longing for more. The days in between were left for dreaming and pining. Some days, you arrived first. Other times, Akaashi waited for you.

Once, the two of you went horseback riding and traveled across empty grass fields chasing the sun. Another time, you taught him all you knew about flowers and shared with him stories about the immortals that you "heard from the marketplace". And the night of the Lantern Festival, beneath the golden lights, the two of you shared a kiss.

Akaashi never pressed questions about your family or where you ran off to each time. He had asked for your name, and you carefully gave him a pseudonym, Hua. Flower. However, you wanted to tell Akaashi your real name. You desperately wanted to hear him whisper it in your ear the same way you whispered "Keiji" in his. You wanted to try new culinary creations with him and watch the new productions of stage plays at the teahouse; count the stars together, and share a pillow next to smothered candles.

You consulted some of the immortals about your feelings, but it was mostly out of courtesy. Regardless of what they said, you knew you made your choice already.

"A union between an immortal and human goes against the laws of the universe."

You tried to appeal. "But there are records of-"

"And look what happened to them. Tragedy."

"Humans can become immortal though."

"Who's to say that young man qualifies?"

"Can I be a mortal?"

"That is impossible."

"Then why is it possible for me to fall in love with him in the first place?" you cried, exasperated with the lack of answers. "If it wasn't meant to be, why do I feel this way? Why do I feel the happiest with him?"

"Leave him while you still can."

"It's too late," you said, feeling the ache in your heart from just thinking of him. "I feel bound already. I'll tell him my real name.”

"Don't."

After the lessons of the day, Akaashi, Kuroo, and Bokuto sat at a teahouse for refreshment and snacks.

"It's getting lively in town," Kuroo remarked, looking out the window.

"It's always like this close to the exams, isn't it?" Bokuto shrugged, before asking Akaashi, "We haven't seen you around much. Busy studying?"

Akaashi's body was at the teahouse, but his mind was on you.

"Hey, Akaashi."

Akaashi was called back by Kuroo and Bokuto. He turned to his two friends and declared, "I want to profess my feelings and ask for her hand."

Bokuto choked on the pastry he was eating, "W-WHAT? That girl you've been meeting for the past few months?"

Akaashi nodded.

Bokuto gulped the tea down and swallowed. He gave Akaashi an affirming grin. "Do it, bro, I support you."

"I want to support you too, but," Kuroo frowned as he searched for the right words, "Do you even know what family she's from? Hua doesn't exist in this city."

Akaashi thought about how to best answer Kuroo's questions. They were sharp and objective, but only out of a place of concern. "About her name, I'm sure she has her reasons. She'll tell me when she's ready. I still need to hear her thoughts first. If she is willing to accept me, then...I'll aim to get first place at the exam. The first place is allowed one promise from the Son of Heaven."

"You got this Akaashi! We all know you have a clear shot for that spot!"

"Bokuto's right. I hope it works out."

Bokuto and Kuroo soon turned their attention to the novelties happening on the main street—a troupe of acrobatic performers made their way down. Akaashi sipped his tea and nibbled on the snacks, wondering if he would have the courage to tell you everything at the next meeting. It would be the last meeting he could afford before the exams. There was still much he had to study. It was funny, how he has to leave you to study, in order to be with you in the long run. Regardless, he vowed that would do his best.

Akaashi hurried to the pavilion repeating the lines he had come up with. Don't let me make a fool out of myself, he prayed. You were already waiting for him at the pavilion. When you heard his footsteps, you darted across the stone paths to meet him, hands outstretched.

"Keiji!"

He held your hands in his. "I'm here, did you wait long?"

You shook your head. "Not at all. I missed you, you've been so busy lately. Come on, I brought a new tea today."

You gently tugged on Akaashi's hand for him to follow you, but Akaashi did not budge from his spot.

"I need to say this now, before anything else," Akaashi said, bringing your hands up close to his chest as his hands covered yours securely.

The serious look on his face as you looked up at him sewed concern in your heart, and worry pulled inside your chest as you waited for his words. He squeezed your hand before spilling his heart to you.

"I have harbored deep feelings for you from the moment we first met and every meeting thereafter. The times we have together make me feel like the happiest and luckiest. When we are apart, you are always in my thoughts and I would wonder if I am in yours. So, while I still have this surge of courage in me, I want to make my feelings and intentions known to you. I hope we can have a lifetime together to share. Will you accept me?"

You couldn't believe your ears as jolts of joy sparked throughout your body, drawing the corner of your lips up into a smile. You were told that humans were fickle and many told lies, but you knew that Akaashi has only shown you sincerity and honesty. This wasn’t an exception either.

"Keiji...I..."

"You don't have to give me an answer right away," Akaashi said, letting go of your hand. He worried that you would feel the nervous shake of his fingers. "I hope this wasn't too suddenly sprung on you."

"Not that. I'm happy, truly. This makes me so delighted you don't even know. But...let's go sit first, I have some things to say too."

You and Akaashi sat down on the mats again. Like the countless other meetings that the two of you held here, you took the teapot off the brazier and poured two cups of tea. Akaashi carefully watched you over the rim of his cup. After he finished the first sip, you took a deep breath.

"I'm...not quite mortal," you said quietly, unwilling to look at Akaashi's expression. You looked away and closed your eyes, waiting for the barrage of questions and for tragedy.

Akaashi chuckled. "I figured you might have been something else. It was just a thought, I didn't realize it was true."

So he knew? You stared at him expectantly. "That I'm not human? How did you know?"

Akaashi raised an eyebrow. “It’s not too hard when you appear and disappear like a whirlwind. I had a feeling Hua was a pseudonym. Then there were things like the pavilion fixing itself, your knowledge of flowers, and the stories you told, which were quite different from marketplace gossip.”

“I thought I was subtle,” you muttered.

More like the complete opposite. Akaashi laughed but quickly stopped when you flashed him a look.

You bit your lip and cautiously asked, "So now you know, would you change your thoughts on me?"

"No," Akaashi stated firmly. "I've spent more time with you to know your true character and personality. It doesn't matter to me what you are, demon or beast, or where your past has taken you. I don't deny that I'm curious and I yearn to know your name and more, but I'll wait. Wait until you are ready."

He's the one, you decided. No doubt about it, he's the one I want.

"Lend me your ear," you said softly and leaned towards him. 

Akaashi leaned closer and you cupped his ear to whisper a few syllables only he could hear.

"That's my true name. I'm a fairy of summer flowers, one of many in the Nine Heavens."

You gave a shy smile when you saw Akaashi stare back at you dumbfounded.

"I told you my true name, Keiji. That means I have chosen you too."

Akaashi tested out saying your true name. It was the first time in a long existence someone uttered your name in such a way—with so much care, dedication, and affection. It filled you with a warmth you hadn't felt before.

You told Akaashi that you didn't need human traditions. For immortals, sharing the true name was more than enough of a bond to bind the two. But Akaashi still insisted on completing his mortal proprieties. He said that he was still human and wanted to see the rites through, just as you did for him. To you, it didn't matter if he took the exams or not, or how he would do. The genuine feelings between the two of you exceeded any rites in place. Still, Akaashi was stubborn in this way, and you relented, envisioning your fates intertwined in both the earthly and heavenly realms.

For the rest of the day, Akaashi poured over the books while you accompanied him, enjoying each other's company. More often than not, you were convincing him to take necessary breaks. And when you were not doing that, you were admiring how beautiful Akaashi looked when he was focused. It was a sight to behold, and only for you.

Akaashi soon realized that you had your head down on the table and had dozed off. Akaashi admired your sleeping image with eyes filled with endearment. Your expression was so relaxed and a faint smile decorated your face. Dearest, are you having a good dream? he wondered. Either way, it was a sight to behold, and only for him.

The position of the sun moved a few notches. A butterfly fluttered through the gardens weaving in and out of the flowers. It flew closer and closer until it landed on the edge of Akaashi's book. Akaashi observed the small creature. The butterfly fanned its wings, and displayed its intricate wing patterns. Afraid of disturbing its rest, Akaashi held his breath and waited. A moment later, the butterfly took flight again, fluttering over towards your sleepy figure. It landed on your hair for a brief moment before it finally flew away.

The disturbance of the butterfly made Akaashi realize how late in the day it was. Akaashi softly called your name while brushing away a flower petal that had fallen on your face while you were asleep. Now that he finally knew your true name, it felt like the syllables meshed just perfectly and he finally found the lost words he had been looking for. It made him feel complete.

You stirred, opened your eyes, and smiled."Keiji," you yawned. "Oh, you should have woken me up sooner."

Akaashi smiled lovingly at your lazy eyes, still clouded by sleep. "You looked too comfortable, I couldn't."

You rolled your neck and stretched your arms out to loosen tight muscles. Then, shifting your weight and balance, you promptly leaned and fell over into Akaashi's arms. Akaashi smelled of ink and paper, and the lingering scent of the sachet you dropped long ago.

You rummaged around his sleeves and brought out the embroidered object. Holding it up against the orange glow of the sun, you marveled at the tiny sachet in your hand. Such a small thing, but somehow, it led the two of you together.

"I'm happy, Keiji," you murmured. "I wonder, is this all just a dream? If I wake up, you'll be gone."

"Are you trying to test me on philosophy?"

"Certainly not! But entertain me, dear scholar, what if?"

Akaashi gently poked your forehead. "This scholar assures you we're in reality."

"But, what if?"

Akaashi gazed at your face resting comfortably in his embrace and pondered over your question. "Dream or reality..." he whispered, bringing his face just slightly closer to yours. You reached a hand up to guide Akaashi the rest of the way until your lips met.

Dream or reality, as long as you're with me, I couldn’t care less about anything else.

"Say, Keiji, why did you suggest that I was a demon or a beast? Did you take me for a fox demoness?"

"Charmed me at first glance. They do say foxes preyed on scholars."

He couldn’t help the smile that formed when he heard your laughter echo through the pavilion.

After meeting Akaashi, you nearly forgot about the selfish, violent, and corrupt tendencies of some other humans. Lack of proper governance led to the Northern borders being overrun and a number of towns had already been slaughtered while many more had fallen under siege. 

The imperial exam was put on a temporary halt. For the young princes and lords, many of whom were from decorated lineages of ministers and generals, this was their call to action and glory. Akaashi wasn't left out either. The meeting at the pavilion today was to bid you farewell.

"I'll be leaving tonight."

"Do you have to go?"

I must. "I'm sorry."

Bokuto and Kuroo were appointed captains of the left and right vanguard and as allied families, Akaashi was required to join. He would be under Bokuto's wing as his right-hand and tactician. Bokuto's father, the family head, was the supreme commander-in-chief of the Imperial Troops and the Bokuto and Akaashi families had a long history of kinship and trust. When Bokuto called, Akaashi answered, and vice-versa.

"I can't follow you there...the Northern Pass is too cold for me."

Your voice trembled and you tightened your arms around his waist, thinking of how many lonely nights would have to pass before seeing him again. Akaashi cupped your face so you would look at him. He gave you a gentle, reassuring smile and kissed you softly. You eagerly kissed back, conveying all your sentiments of longing and pining through your lips and breath.

"I have to go now. There are still meetings and preparations to make before we leave."

After one final kiss, you two parted. Even with your status as an immortal and him as the son of aristocracy, neither of you could change the circumstances. You wanted to cling on, but you also knew that it would only make parting even more difficult for him. Obligations, duty, and honor weighed over Akaashi's shoulders. The least you could do was see him off with a smile and let him leave without worries.

"I'll come back and find you," Akaashi promised. You saw no deception in his eyes, only the shape of your image reflected back. "No matter how far or how long it takes."

"Go, don't worry about me."

The pavilion remained empty after Akaashi went back to his home and you returned to the heavenly gardens. How long would it be before the two of you could reunite again at this private eden?

Before departure, Akaashi packed the few belongings he would take with him. Clothes, basic amenities, a few military books, and the silk sachet that he cherished. For quite some time, the sachet was no longer tucked within his sleeve, but in another hidden pocket between the folds of his robe over his left breast. He would keep it there under the layers of heavy armor. During the long nights, when the mountains would stare down at the troops gathered at its feet, the reminder of you would keep him warm. Someone was waiting for him to come home. He made a vow.

The initial week apart was excruciating. Time ticked by impossibly slow. The other fairies and immortals witnessed your lethargy and tried numerous attempts to coax you out from your boredom. After countless trials of trying to bring up your spirits to no avail, they simply left you to wallow in your thoughts.  While some knew you had a sort-of-relation with a human male, you hadn't told any of them that you were already bound to said person. 

By the end of the first month and then the second, you gradually became accustomed to ceaseless waiting. Tomorrow was just going to be like yesterday, just like today, waiting again. Waiting and waiting.

"Those flowers are beautiful," a fairy complimented.

You smiled and placed the floral crown on your head. "I'll wear it when I see him again." Akaashi would love it. Maybe you could make him a new sachet to mark the beginning of a new chapter of your union with him.

Is he doing alright? How about his friends? Are any of them hurt? Is he sleeping well out there in the freezing tents? Does he...think of me the same way I think about him?

You could only hope that somehow the God of Dreams would carry your sentiments to Akaashi in his slumber. You prayed that your devotion could spur his horse faster and strengthen his armor against flying arrows. Let it all be over soon, and come back to me.

"Did you hear of the battle at the Northern Pass? I heard that the God of Human Fate got drunk and made it unnecessarily bloody."

You jumped up and halted the tracks of the immortals passing by the garden.

"What do you mean 'bloody'?"

"Silly fairy, a lot of human lives will be lost," they explained. "I wonder if the Underworld will have enough space for them all. I also know the Vault of Human Records is absolutely filled already. Maybe they'll both need a new expansion."

Death wasn't something you normally thought about. In fact, you never had to think about what it meant to die. Immortals didn't die. When their universal time came, they would Fade, but that wasn't Death.

Death for the earthly creatures was different and everything was wiped clean in limbo. Memories of existence would be erased, each soul becoming merely an empty shell. A terrifying thought. You wondered why this was their fate. You hadn't given much thought beyond that, but now, you had someone by your side and in your heart who was not immune to Death.

Eternal separation. 

You threw the crown away and ran. It didn't matter if you tripped and fell over your feet, or if you bumped into a high ranking immortal. You had one destination in mind and one answer you had to look for. The God of Human Fate wrote the main turning points of each human life on a scroll and those scrolls were locked away in the Vault. None of the guards could stop you.

"Stop! No one is allowed in!"

You kept on running.

"Premonition of the future is dangerous!"

You had to know.

"You will face divine consequences!"

You didn't care.

Past the heavy gates, the vault was a library archive with scrolls piled far beyond your eyes could see. The shelves stretched on for impossible distances. You wandered and weaved in and out of the maze. There were beyond millions, how were you supposed to find the one you were looking for?

Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi Keiji.

Akaashi Keiji.

Akaashi Keiji.

Akaashi Keiji.

Keiji.

Love.

You weren't sure how long it took. Time took on new meanings here, but by the time you found what you were looking for, your fingers twitched and trembled. Even though you were immortal, your skin peeled and nails chipped. You found it. Akaashi Keiji, born on the fifth day of the last month to the house of Akaashi.

You unraveled the bamboo strips and scanned the contents. The discovery nearly ripped you apart. You dropped the scroll and darted out of the Vault, making a mindless flight towards the icy cold peaks of the Northern Pass. It wasn't time yet, maybe you could still make it.

You weren't sure what you could do. What you would do. What your heart demanded you to do. None of the other immortals you begged along the way were willing to help. Unless the Queen Mother of the West stepped in, no one could rectify what the God of Human Fate had written down on his scrolls. But she wasn't someone anyone could visit when they pleased and no one knew about her whereabouts most of the time.

All your options were exhausted. If only you had more powers as a higher ranking immortal. At the very least, you couldn't let him go alone. Let me see him, even if it's the last time.

“Keiji! Keiji!” you sobbed into the howling wind. The ice mixed with the storm cut into your arms and cheek.

“KEIJI!" you pleaded in vain. You were nowhere near the battle site. Nowhere near him and he was gone. His soul must have already been spirited away.

The frost prickled and traveled up your feet, sprouting icicle blooms in your heart and fingertips. Eat away at me, you thought. I don't care anymore. Flowers bloom and wilt. Life forms and fades. And an eternity without Keiji meant nothing at all.

Akaashi Keiji. Died in battle during the mao hour, just before daybreak. Arrow to heart.

A butterfly fluttered through the skies of the Underworld. It left the procession of souls behind its wings, flew past the countless taverns lining the bank of the river, and finally arrived at a pavilion. You stretched out a waiting hand and watched as the butterfly landed in your palm. The butterfly fanned its wings and flew off to its next destination wherever that may be.

How long has this butterfly been alone, you lamented with an aching heart.

Akaashi watched your exchange with the butterfly. While he recounted the story of the two of you, he had observed how you reacted. Even with a mask on, even with your memories wiped clean, you were still the same dearest person he had been searching for. Your body language and your remarks were all undeniably you.

"That fairy was so consumed by her grief, she pleaded for the Tea of Eternal Amnesia. One sip apparently wasn't enough for an immortal. She finished the entire brew until the last drop. Then, she forgot all pain, all sorrow. She spoke of no joy or boredom. No past, no future, only an infinite amount of present. It was her trial to ascend to the status of a goddess. She became one of the gatekeepers as the Goddess of Forgetfulness."

You felt the cracks of the barricade finally give way to a flood of sensations rushing in. There was the shyness of the chance-encounter, the exhilaration of the subsequent meetings, passion from long nights, the desperation, and then the endless despair. Everything expanded and converged into a single point, a single person.

With a cry, you slipped the painted mask off your face and Akaashi finally saw the one he waited half a millennium for. He smiled and wiped away the trail of tears that welled and spilled over your eyes.

Akaashi whispered the most cherished syllables he carried within his heart—the name he would remember before his own. That was the last and only thing on his mind when the arrow had pierced through armor and flesh. The fear of forgetting your name in death had only etched the precious syllables deeper into his heart. That was his tether as he drifted for half a millennium.

"Remember us. Remember me."

"I remember...I remember. Keiji," you sobbed, repeating his name over and over again. "That fairy, and goddess..."

Akaashi smiled. "Dearest."

"I'm sorry," you cried with your face buried in the fabrics of your robes. "I didn't wait. I didn't wait, I couldn't bear it."

Akaashi pulled you into a familiar embrace and held you tightly. How he had missed the weight of you on his chest and in his arms. "Shh," he coaxed, gently rocking you and patting your back. "It wasn't your fault. We're together again. It mustn't have been easy for you, being here alone."

You broke away. "But Keiji, I forgot everything. Your name, my name, and us. I lived here free of worries, while you faced five hundred years alone."

"Only five hundred. Still less than what you have lived before me, no?" Akaashi reasoned. "It wasn't quite so bad. I have a lot of stories to tell you and all the time we could possibly ask for."

Akaashi waited for your sobs to subside into occasional sniffles. Each time fresh tears welled up, he would only smile gently, press a light kiss on your temple, and dab away each tear.

“How? How was this possible?” you asked in disbelief. “I thought...the vault, I…”

“I thought so too, but the Queen Mother of the West appeared before me and gave me a chance.”

You sat up, alarmed that Akaashi would mention one of the highest ranking immortals in the hierarchy. She was a powerful, but esoteric goddess who rarely granted any audience let alone bother with anything else.

“If I could spend five hundred years observing the earthly realm and wake your memories at the end, then we could reunite.” Or I could ignore it altogether and choose the path of reincarnation. It wasn't a decision he had to ponder over. He made a vow, and that vow became his strength as time passed.

“The earthly realm? But that means you would have had to watch…”

Akaashi gave a rueful smile. “Bokuto and Kuroo lived long and well. They returned triumphant and safe.” 

It had been difficult to watch through the lens of a butterfly, unable to console the grief of his family and friends. His family sat in his room for hours on end in complete silence. They would clean the dust that collected on his books and shelves, but everything was left the way he had left them. Bokuto shut himself in his room for weeks before finally exiting for the first time. Kuroo dove into the books and forced himself into normalcy before ultimately granting himself space to finally grieve.

Akaashi had felt powerless at that time. There was immense guilt for bringing sorrow upon his loved ones and shame for dishonoring his vow. However with time, those loved ones gradually moved on, no longer chained by their grief.

Akaashi watched them laugh and cry, watched them age and grey. He quietly observed the same process for the next generation, and the next generation thereafter. Their stories transcended a sense of beauty that he could only appreciate by being a spectator. 

“Bokuto became the new Commander-In-Chief after his father,” Akaashi said. “The Bokuto I knew growing up would have hated all that responsibility, but he changed and grew into a remarkable hero. He lived a long, good life.”

“And Kuroo?”

“Kuroo got second place at the imperial exams, right after the famous rural scholar, Kita. After many years, Kuroo was eventually appointed as the Minister of Finances. When the Great Flood broke out, he did an excellent job making sure funds were sent out and received properly.”

Both of his dearest friends led fulfilling and complete lives. There wasn’t anything more that Akaashi could’ve hoped for. If there was one thing he missed, it would have been the walk down the main street on the way to the academy. Those were bygone, carefree times. All Akaashi could do was preserve the memories that were shared.

"Is it over now? Can we finally be together?"

"Yes." Akaashi stood up and helped you up to your feet. A procession of fairies and a large owl had appeared outside the pavilion, signaling the end of this trial.

A few fairies came up to you and bowed. "Greetings to the Goddess of Forgetfulness and newly appointed God of Memory. The Court of the Nine Heavens awaits you. Please follow us to greet the other guardians of the Four Seas and Eight Realms."

The magnificent owl, a mythological beast of wisdom, lowered its wings for the two of you to climb onto its back. After the two of you were situated, the owl took flight. The procession of fairies followed right after.

The River continued its regretful course. Desperate souls continued their wait by the shore. The Tea of Eternal Amnesia continued to be drunk by the souls before reincarnation. But you would no longer remain here. You watched as the pavilion you had spent centuries in become smaller and smaller until everything disappeared beneath the colored clouds.

Until the ends of time and the universe, the Goddess of Forgetfulness and God of Memory would be together guarding the feelings and thoughts of earthly beings. Their stories, told and retold across generations, would be known as a tale of patience and promise transcending fate.

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— THREES A CROWD COLLAB

OMG guys, so as you know, the day has finally come! I’ve hit 4k on this account so I’m celebrating by creating a mini smut collab! It’s a crossover which means you can pair any two characters from Haikyuu, Attack on Titan, or My Hero Academia together! You can also pair characters from different fandoms together. The theme is “Three’s a Crowd,” (threesomes) and below is more information + how to join!

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INFORMATION

All submissions must be in by June 1st, 2021 (because I know a lot of people are busy!)

Since this is a smut collab, you must be 18+ to participate and read

Dark content is welcomed

You can do headcanons, one shots or just an imagine for this

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Atsumu and Sakusa ✖️ @bubbleteaimagines

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Oikawa and Hinata ✖️ @sailor-kita

Matsukawa and Hanamaki ✖️ @tetsunormous

Porco and Pieck ✖️ @armins-futon

Bokuto and Hinata ✖️ @levworship

Kuroo and Kenma ✖️ @meiansmistress

Ushijima and Tendou ✖️ @rosesandtoshi

Kuroo and Oikawa ✖️ @haikyutiehoe

Atsumu and Osamu ✖️ @chicoree

Daichi and Sugawara ✖️ @kurinoot

[kurosukii]

𝐞𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞

pairing: akaashi keiji x f!reader

summary: forced to work from home because of quarantine, you end up spending some much needed time with your boyfriend, until that time of the month rolls around and it looks like he’s willing to help...

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship au

warnings: 18+. period sex (mentions of blood), shower sex, unprotected sex, slight blood kink, fingering, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), slight masturbation (m), praise, pet names, dirty talk, spoiler of his timeskip job

word count: 4.8k

author’s note: welp i wrote this when i was on my period . (promised that i would come back with something nasty and i literally did lmao) (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

° songs in the shower: like i want you - giveon | hit different x good days - sza | separation - kiana ledé ft. arin ray | girls need love - summer walker ft. drake | something - tone stith | every kind of way - h.e.r | feels - kehlani | true colors - the weeknd

° thank you @kurinoot, @meiansmistress​, and @ssrated1volleyballplayer​ for beta reading <33

[6:30 AM]

most of the time, you love mother nature, but right now? you practically despise her.

your alarm woke you up, and you were hoping to get some final editing done, but aunt flo decided to finally rear her head today. of course, you tracked your cycles so it was honestly just wishful thinking that she would go away.

it also didn’t help that akaashi wasn’t next to you when you woke up. his side of the bed was still warm and his clean scent of sage was wafting through your nose. you couldn’t help but grab his pillow to squish it to your chest and bury your nose to inhale his comforting scent.

it was just another regular day. well, as regular as it could be, with quarantine reaching its first month. you admit that you missed going out terribly, but due to the circumstances, you actually spent more time with akaashi than you did during your regular hours.

however, the both of you still worked your “office hours.” the only good side was that you could be beside each other, sometimes holding hands under the table like bashful teenagers. granted, you work under the same publisher but he’s in the manga department and you’re in the literature department.

a fateful team-building outing somehow brought your two departments together and you ended up being grouped together for a ‘heart to heart’ session. funnily enough, you found out that you sort of ‘switched’ departments because he wanted to be where you were and you wanted to be where he was. his mellow voice and slightly thick-framed glasses lured you in, and you’ve been smitten with him ever since.

you smiled softly at the memory of how you two got together before a twisting pain in your abdomen increased, and you quietly cried out, with a hand on top of your lower stomach slightly pushing down to lessen the pain.

it helped, but only a bit until you finally decided to get out of bed and take a much deserved long and hot shower before starting your day diving into the screen of your laptop and suffering in silence. you, however, knew that it wouldn’t get past akaashi’s sharp eyes. he would insist to have a day off so you could rest, and he would dutifully comfort and take care of you until the pain subsided.

but that was the thing, you couldn’t afford to have a day off because you were sort of running behind schedule on one of your projects, and you had no one to blame than your surprisingly cunning and insatiable boyfriend.

during the early weeks of quarantine, you had a whiplash at how akaashi’s often quiet and calm personality quickly did a 180 ever since the two of you were forced to work from home. he was practically fucking you any time and any place he can. he said it was something about “making up” for lost time. no, he was just addicted to you and he could finally act on his urges with no holds barred.

break from work? he’d push you down on the table and drill your pussy on to it. finished a long and tiring day? he’d gently wrap his arms around your waist and bounce you up and down his cock, telling you what a good girl you are and how he’s so proud of you.

sometimes, when he’s brimming with need, he won’t care about what he’s supposed to be doing. he’d just flip you over, push your panties to the side, spit on your damp cunt, and shove his cock inside of you.

he’d even fuck you while he was in a meeting. his colleagues would just be droning on and on while he fucked your pussy from behind. his camera and microphone would be off but the doubt was still there. however, you found that you really didn’t care all that much. not when akaashi’s cock was making you feel so good.

the sex only increased more the week before you were due, owing up to the fluctuating hormones inside of your body, which only made you hornier than you usually were. akaashi definitely didn’t mind your growing sex drive since he knew that it was almost your time of the month.

he also didn’t mind your emotional outbursts because he knew it was also a hazard of your cycle. in between the sexy times, he cuddled and doted on you, like the sweet and loving boyfriend that he is.

the sweet smile on your face got wiped off as you moaned in pain. you reached for your phone before you dragged your zombie-like body off the bed and waddled your way to the bathroom, not looking back because you were half aware of the stain it left on the bed.

you winced at the trickling feeling and hurried your waddling so you could have your long awaited hot shower. this was your sacred ritual because it alleviated the heaviness, deliriousness, and cramps you felt on the first day.

however, it didn’t alleviate the horniness you felt—because you knew only one person could quell your desire—and that person was most likely buried in his work. for the record, it’s practically carnage down there and you’re too embarrassed to ask for ‘help’, even if you did feel so needy.

you placed your phone on the sink and unlocked it to play your lofi shower playlist. you removed your clothes and threw them haphazardly on the floor and made your way to the shower. you didn’t bother to close the shower door because you only had two things ringing in your mind: hot water and orgasm.

you flipped the knob and turned it to the temperature where akaashi claimed the water was ‘flowing lava.’ you smiled at the memory; he always complained about it but he would jump in the shower with you anyway.

you moaned in delight at the feeling of the hot water cascading down your aching body. you brought your hands up to your neck and started sensually touching yourself, the water only stimulating your sensitive body even more.

your fingers started trailing down your body, fingertips ghosting over your sore and aching nipples. you closed your eyes as you imagined it was akaashi’s fingers instead. you knew that he used to feel insecure about them, but after playing with his fingers—both innocently and lewdly—he now had a newfound confidence and appreciation for them, especially when they’re inside your mouth or cunt.

you lowered your arm down your stomach, following the path of the water. you whimpered when you put your hand between your shaking legs, heat emanating from your pussy. you leaned your head back as you moaned from the feeling of cupping your sex. keiji’s hands feel so much better, you lamented. 

you spread your legs to make room for your fingers, pussy aching from the sensitivity of your touches. you leaned your head gently on the wall as your middle finger circled your clit. “keiji…” you moaned as you increased the speed of your finger. somehow, it felt better thinking they were his fingers making the slow ministrations on your aching bud, but it wasn’t so it made things more difficult.

you were moaning in frustration, tears brimming in your eyes as you desperately rubbed your clit. frankly, you’re too scared to plunge your fingers inside your bloody cunt, unprepared for the mess that you’ll see. the clit stimulation was good but it wasn’t enough and it wasn’t akaashi’s fingers.

the music drowned out the sound of the bathroom door opening and the rustle of clothes being removed. engrossed with the need to cum, you didn’t notice the naked warm body looming behind you.

akaashi was always quiet, more so when he was studying the curve of your back as it met the pert cheeks of your ass. his sharp eyes caught the crimson trail on the inside of your leg and it confirmed his suspicions.

he believes that he’s a good boyfriend, and good boyfriends always make their menstruating girlfriends feel better no matter what.

“i’m offended that you didn’t call me to help you relieve your pain, sweetheart,” akaashi whispered in your ear as he wrapped his long arms around your waist, his large hand covering yours, stopping you from furiously rubbing away at your clit.

“keiji!” you squealed and jumped at the warmth of his body enveloping yours. you didn’t hear him at all but you weren’t surprised. you sighed in relief and leaned your head on his shoulder as he left kisses on your neck, cheek, and temple.

there’s no place on your body where akaashi hasn’t kissed and the shower just happened to be the place of intimacy for the both of you. showers with him are your own form of therapy away from everything else. there was a certain kind of loving that the outside couldn’t give which made the sex softer and slower.

“you’re abusing your little clit, darling. is that how i taught you to do it?” he said as he nipped the top of your ear. “this is how it’s supposed to be done,” he whispered as his nimble fingers replaced yours. you moaned sweetly, squeezing his forearm as real pleasure bloomed inside of you.

“you circle it slowly, slower now that you’re extra sensitive,” his voice rasped, two fingers circling your clit with the right pressure. he knew your body better than you did, as if he had memorized each and every nerve ending. you bit your lip and whimpered, hips slightly following the direction of his fingers.

you felt the warmth and hardness of his cock on your lower back. he squeezed his cock with his free hand, softly groaning at the stimulation. while his fingers were slowly drawing circles on your clit, he was smearing his pre-cum on your wet skin.

“feels better, doesn’t it? now you move my hand, control the pace,” he ordered you softly. he let go of his dick to push your wet hair to one side and peppered kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck, then took hold of his aching cock again. you followed him, using both of your hands to maneuver his fingers.

“c-can i put your finger inside my pussy, keiji? i-i need something inside me,” you whined pitifully, mind delirious with the need to have your release. so delirious that you forgot about the predicament you were currently in.

unlike you, akaashi was lucid and truth be told, he was very curious about doing sexual activities while you were on your period, but he never really had the courage to ask you, until now.

“yes you can, baby. use my fingers as you please,” he groaned in your ear, the slick sounds of his hand stroking his cock ringing in your ears. you didn’t waste a second and inserted two of his fingers in your dripping cunt.

the both of you moaned loudly, you felt fuller than you had minutes before. they were much longer and thicker than your own, taking up more space than your fingers did. you gripped his wrist as you controlled the movements of his hand. 

akaashi wasn’t one to disappoint—he knew when to curl and scissor his fingers inside your tight cunt. it was so hot and wet that he groaned at the new feeling. he never fingered you on your period before, so this was also uncharted territory to him.

“your pussy’s so fucking wet, sweetheart. my fingers are just sliding in and out,” he purred lowly, regaining control of his hand. you squealed as akaashi increased the pace of his fingers.

your eyes crossed as they became half-lidded, mouth forming into a tiny “o” as your moans became louder and louder. you leaned your head back as you succumbed to the pleasure of the hot water and akaashi’s swift fingers.

“k-keiji, fuck! that feels so good!” you screamed, legs trembling at the pleasure. you squeezed your eyes shut as your tongue lolled out.

“i’m fucking close baby, cum with me?” akaashi moaned, his forehead leaning against your shoulder as he watched his hand fist his cock. his hips thrusted against your back, so close to spraying his cum on your ass.

“y-yes keiji! fuck gonna cum, gonna cum!” you moaned loudly, palms flat against the wall as you thrusted back on his fingers. you bit your lower lip as you tried to silence your screams.

“come on sweetheart, give me your cum. fuck!” akaashi growled as he squeezed his cock. his cum sprayed on your back, spurts of white dripping down between the cheeks of your ass.

you followed suit, cumming with a scream of his name, legs finally giving out. akaashi caught your limp body, your back completely molded with his chest. both of you were panting hard, trying to catch your breaths.

“do you feel better, my love?” akaashi asked you softly, his fingers still massaging your cunt. now that you orgasmed, the post nut clarity hit you hard and you squealed at the leaking red trail on the inside of your legs.

“k-keiji! y-yes but i’m a mess down there! don’t look!” you pleaded with him. akaashi just laughed at you and shushed you with a sweet and long kiss to your lips.

“it’s fine sweetheart. i quite like it, actually. you’re more sensitive and your pussy is wetter and hotter,” akaashi punctuated each word with a kiss down your back until he was face to face with your cum-stained ass.

he pulled out his fingers and you moaned at the movement, your jaw dropped as you watched your blood-stained cum travel down your legs. akaashi watched it too, and he licked his lips at the sight of it.

he was on his knees behind you, the water on the floor swishing as he moved. his throbbing cock twitched and he kissed both of the cheeks of your ass before he spun you around and hooked your leg over his shoulder, leaving bloody fingerprints on your outer thigh—which were eventually washed away by the running water.

“k-keiji...what are you do—!” you didn’t get to finish your sentence because akaashi sucked your sensitive clit into his mouth. he matched the licks on your clit with the strokes of his hand on his cock.

he moaned at the stimulation and metallic taste of your bud. you winced as your head hit the back of the wall, both of your hands fisting into his wet hair.

“t-too sensitive, n-not too fast keiji!” you begged him, his mouth was slurping and making lewd sounds on your clit. he listened to you and slowed his tongue, but he didn’t change the pace of the strokes on his aching cock.

his tongue followed the motions of his fingers when he joined you in the shower, slow and teasing. you whimpered as you made eye contact with him. he winked when your eyes met, fingers squeezing the fat of your thigh.

you were nearing your orgasm once again, sensitivity making your nerves come alive and akaashi’s tongue was only adding to it. you tugged his hair and closed your eyes, moans freely flowing from your mouth.

“g-gonna cum again, keiji!” you squealed when akaashi bit your clit softly. you couldn’t control yourself even if you wanted to. you came all over his mouth with a scream while he groaned as his own cum stained his stomach.

both of you breathed heavily, chests rising. you looked at him and gasped at his appearance. his chest and neck were covered with red splatters of your cum. your face burned in embarrassment at the mess you caused but akaashi just chuckled at your demeanor.

you never knew akaashi had a thing for blood until now, much less period blood. his mouth and chin were covered with bits and pieces of it and all you could do was gape at him.

“it doesn’t disgust me, sweetheart,” he said with a smile, rising to his full height and angling the shower head to rinse off the extra pieces off of him.

your jaw was still slack, caught unaware at akaashi’s statement. one thing you’re sure quarantine did was awaken akaashi’s hidden sexual desires.

once he was clean, he turned off the shower and scooped you in his arms and sat on the wide shower bench he had installed when you moved in together. you squealed at the sudden movement and wrapped your arms around his neck, sensitive breasts pressing up against his chest.

he settled you on his lap, his still hard cock bouncing against his abdomen. he didn’t waste time and started kissing your neck, fingers gently pulling your hair to expose more of the skin to his mouth. you whimpered at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck.

“i know you’re still not satisfied darling,” he said as he pulled away from your neck. his skillful hands massaged your lower stomach, making you moan in delight at the soothing feeling.

the feeling of his hands felt too good for you to form words. you nodded in agreement and he hummed. he would give you his cock, but he wanted to try one more thing before he plunged his dick in your extra lubricated pussy.

“can you ride my thigh, baby?” he asked shyly, as if he hadn’t had blood all over himself a few minutes prior. your cheeks flushed at his request, but mouthed out a yes as you positioned himself over his thick thigh.

his volleyball days didn’t leave him, that was for sure. he still possessed the same strength and physique. that was evident in the way his muscles rippled every time he fucked you. your hands would trace his chest and you would kiss his palms, silently easing his insecurities about them.

you balanced yourself on your knees, internally wincing at the hardness of the bench underneath you. but you didn’t care, akaashi’s thigh was there and that was all that mattered.

you reached between your legs and spread your folds to reveal your clit. you gasped as droplets of cum and blood landed on his skin. he immediately gripped his cock with one hand and stroked his shaft at the sight.

he groaned and leaned his head on the wall behind him, his other hand squeezing your hip. you lowered yourself and slowly ground your clit on his thigh.

you moaned loudly at the feeling of his slick skin gliding against your puffy clit. he stroked his cock faster at the heat of your pussy enveloping his thigh.

“go faster, baby,” he moaned, his hand tapping your hip. you heeded his command and started sliding your overstimulated clit faster. your arms wrapped around his neck as you moaned wantonly in his ear.

he let go of his cock, pre-cum leaking from the tip and placed his large hands on top of your ass. he raised his eyebrow in question at the sticky feeling until he remembered that it was his cum from when he came on your back. he groaned at the memory and bit his lip.

he squeezed your ass with two hands while you ride his muscled thigh. he would grope and fondle your tits but they were too sore and tender, he figured that you would cry out in pain more than pleasure if he did so.

“that’s a good girl. feeling good, baby?” he purred as he kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin on your neck.

“yes, keiji, so good,” you whimpered, hips grounding on his thigh. your whimper quickly turns into a squeal when he flexed his thigh and it just so happened to be the area you were dragging your pulsing clit on.

“yeah? ride my thigh faster, pretty girl. i can see you’re about to cum aga–fuck yeah, just like that,” akaashi moaned, his hand moving back to his cock and matching the speed of your hips.

he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you hard, tongues and moans clashing together. the slick sounds of your clit sliding on his thigh coupled with the low music playing served as background noises to your kissing.

“keiji, i’m g-gonna cum again! oh my god, my clit’s fucking aching,” you cried out, tears in your eyes as you trembled from the pleasure and pain.

“come on baby, yeah that’s it. cum for me, cum for me,” akaashi groaned loudly, his hand squeezing his shaft as his warm cum landed in between your bodies.

“oh my god—yes! i’m cumming!” you screamed when you felt akaashi’s cum paint your body. you stiffened, slick and blood gushing out of your overstimulated pussy and drenching his thigh.

you were whimpering, trying to push through your overwhelmed senses. you ended up crashing on his chest as his arms embraced you. your chests were heaving up and down, still high from both of your orgasms.

you stayed in that position for a few minutes before akaashi pulled away and settled his hands on your waist, ignoring the mess on your lower bodies.

“do you–do you think we can have sex baby?” he asked softly. you’ve had three orgams and if you said no, he’d understand, but it’s the one thing he wants to experience. his hands were slightly shaking out of nervousness as he looked at you with child-like hope in his dark blue eyes.

“but-but it’s disgu—” you stuttered. your clit was practically begging you to stop but you were just so fucking drunk on desire and akaashi just kept surprising you. he interrupted you, however, before you could sway him.

“it’s not disgusting, baby. it’s natural,” he said matter-of-factly, slightly indignant at your implication. “why would i find something that’s supposed to be natural, disgusting?” he questioned you, hands rubbing your hips.

“besides, i-i read somewhere—it’s a credible medical website, don’t worry—that sex alleviates cramps due to the contractions of the ute-”

“fuck me, keiji, now.”

you ended his rant with your demand. akaashi just gaped at you, disbelief covering his pretty features. he blinked and he was on his feet, cock bobbing along with him.

“where are you going?” you asked in a small voice, confusion clear in your eyes. you were sat on the bench, the water soaking your ass and thighs.

“i’m going to get a towel, baby. don’t think i didn’t notice your discomfort when you rose to your knees,” he said as he walked out of the shower.

you shivered. now that you were separated from the warmth of akaashi’s body, you realized just how cold the shower became, even when the glass walls were foggy from your activities with your boyfriend.

he came back with a fluffy dark grey towel and a shy smile on his pretty lips. your heart warmed at the sight. even when the both of you did all those things, he was still his shy self underneath it all.

“move a bit, sweetheart. i’m going to put this under your knees,” he said sweetly. you followed him, eager to finally get fucked by his cock. your clit was complaining awhile ago, but now it’s aching for his dick.

once you were on all-fours, akaashi bit his lip and traced one long line down your spine, making you shiver in delight. his chest puffed out in pride at your ass that was still coated in his cum.

“hold the handles tightly, sweetheart. don’t want you slipping now, do we?” he whispered in your ear as he settled behind you, his large hands finding purchase on your hips.

he kissed the back of your neck, lips leaving a trail of warmth until he reached your tailbone. he straightened his body before holding his cock and lining it up with your hole.

he rubbed his tip against your slit, making you moan at the familiar and needed slick of his cockhead. he moved his hips ever so slowly, his jaw clenching at the extra tightness and heat of your cunt.

“shit sweetheart, i know how wet you get every time we play and fool around, but this?” he said through his teeth as he bottomed out in your pussy, in his favorite place. you whimpered when he squeezed your ass to emphasize his point.

“we should have been fucking on your period a long time ago,” akaashi lamented, his mind starting to be consumed by your tight hole clamping down on him.

he moved his hips until only his tip remained inside and he thrusted back in with half a thought. you both moaned loudly at the movement, your knuckles turning white with how hard you’re gripping the handles.

he pulled out and thrusted inside again, his hips finding the perfect rhythm to drill your pussy. his hold on your hips tightened with every thrust he made, your mouth falling open in pleasure and body shaking along with his thrusts.

“more, keiji! i want more, feels so good!” you cried out, words sputtering at the end as akaashi increased the strength of his thrusts.

he happened to look down at where the two of you were so intimately connected and his brain short-circuited when he saw your blood mixing with his pre-cum and covering his cock in all your juices.

“not too deep, keiji!” you moaned when he thrusted deeply and hit the entrance of your cervix.

“sorry baby. your pussy is just so fucking hot, and the way your juices are covering my cock–it’s making me so hard, baby,” he groaned, head thrown back as he thrusted, softer this time, but still enough to make you feel so full, so complete.

you moaned wantonly, entirely intoxicated with how good akaashi is fucking you. you moved your hips along with his thrusts, making him hit all the good spots inside your pussy.

“yeah, you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” akaashi praised you as he watched your hips move, making your ass jiggle and bounce back against his pelvic bone.

“your pussy’s always so good, so needy for me,” he growled, one hand leaving your hips and reaching around your stomach to toy with your clit.

“keiji! play with my clit, make me cum for you one last time!” you begged him as your body jolted upwards with the feeling of his fingers on your clit.

“come on baby, be a good girl for me and cum all over my cock,” he moaned as he maintained the strength of his thrusts but increased in pace.

“yes, keiji! i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” you screamed when his fingers circled your clit and pinched it. your legs shook as you moaned long and hard, covering akaashi’s cock with your juices.

akaashi came with a shout of your name, his hot cum spilling inside of your pussy as he squeezed your hips. his thrusts slowed down as he groaned in your ear, his teeth absentmindedly nipping your earlobe.

he fell forward and covered the expanse of your back. your hands felt numb now from how hard you squeezed the handle when you came.

once you were facing akaashi, you smiled at him and kissed his pink lips. he pulled you on his lap and kissed you back, the smile never leaving his lips as he breathed out praises and thanks.

you made out in the shower for what felt like forever until your teeth chattered from the cold. akaashi stood up and supported your body as he placed the both of you under the showerhead and turned the knob to your wanted temperature.

he sighed as the hot water rinsed your bodies of your shared fluids. this was your favourite part of showering with akaashi—the lathering and washing of your soft and pliant body, leaving sweet kisses on every patch of skin he can.

once he deemed the both of you clean enough, he carried you outside of the shower stall and grabbed a fluffy towel along the way.

“how are you feeling sweetheart? not aching anymore?” he asked you, voice gentle and mellow while he dried you with the towel.

“feel so much better, keiji. doesn’t hurt that bad anymore. just tired, that’s all. you did quite a number on me back there,” you teased as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he blushed, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.

he pecked your lips as he wrapped the towel around your semi dry body and carried you out into the cool temperature of your shared room. he gently laid you down on the center of the bed, expecting your usual naked cuddles and loving whispers.

you thought that was what akaashi had in mind as well, until he ripped the towel off of you and quickly placed it under your ass and spread your legs wide, baring your sensitive and dripping pussy to his eyes once more.

it was a productive work day, but just a different kind of work.

[8:08 AM]

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[rosesandtoshi]

Winter Lumberland ❅ Iwaizumi Hajime

❅ Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader

❅ Warnings: lumberjack au. Established relationship. Smut, fingering, biting, dacryphilia, mild degrading, creampie, and anything else I missed.

❅ Word Count: 2026

❅ A/N: Lumberjack!Iwa idea came from @meiansmistress and @kurinoot. Some of this was self indulgent. My dream is to have sex in front of the fireplace in your room while the snow falls outside. Mmm. So this was perfect to add this in. As always, minors dni. Also thank you Keri and Tina for beta reading and for the banner Tina!! I love you guys 🥺🥺

Taglist: @meiansmistress @kurinoot @hogwarts--imagines @ssrated1volleyballplayer

❅❅❅

She knew living in the mountains wasn’t going to be easy. She especially knew that her husband worked really hard for them to have a wonderful life. Everyday, he drove up to the cabin he was working on for the two of them to live. He’d leave early in the morning and come home really late at night. ‘It’ll all be worth it in the end.’ She always thought as she worked around their tiny apartment in the city.

Iwaizumi recently got a job at a lumberyard in the mountains and the drive was too far from him to make daily, so he proposed an idea to his wife about building a cabin closer to his work.

“You know where you go, I go, right, Haji?” She asked him one night after he had come home from work.

So day after day, Iwaizumi worked diligently for her while she managed everything at home. Since she was a freelancer, it would be easy for her to move. They started saving all their money to make this happen. She was the one who drew the layout for the cabin and managed the decorations. She sat at her little desk in the living room when Iwaizumi came home one day with a smile on his face from ear to ear.

“Baby, guess what?” He asked, coming to her side.

“Yes, my love?”

“I’m almost done. In a month or so, we’ll finally have our home!” He said excitedly, pulling her up into a hug. He wouldn’t let her go with him to help or anything. He wanted her to be surprised. “Do you have the decorations ready?”

“I do,” she said, leaving his grasp and getting the paperwork for him. “You can at least let me shop for you.”

“No, no. I want you to be completely surprised.” Iwaizumi smiled at her. She rolled her eyes a bit and smiled back at him.

“Fine fine. Whatever you say.” She playfully hit his chest. “You’re too good to me, Hajime.”

“I only want the best for us baby.” He said, grabbing her hand and placing a soft kiss on it.

“Baby. You know you’re all I need, right?” She said looking up at him. He smiled softly at her and leaned in for a kiss.

“I think I’m the lucky one here.” He kissed her again.

“Let’s go to bed. You need to rest.” He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, earning a giggle from her.

“Not without you baby.” He said, smacking her ass and going to their bedroom.

❅❅

The time had come for them to finally move. She packed their apartment while Iwaizumi finished up the final touches on the cabin. Everything was moved and she stood in front of the cabin, blindfolded and her hand in his.

“Is this necessary?” She whined out to him.

“Yes. I want you completely surprised.” Iwaizumi said, squeezing her hand.

“Okay. You ready?” She nodded her head furiously.

“So impatient.” He removed her blindfold and she gasped at the cabin in front of her. It was perfect.

“Baby.” She turned to look at him, her eyes welling up with tears before she threw her arms around him. “Iwaizumi Hajime, it’s perfect! You’re perfect! I love you so much!”

“You like it? Are you sure?” He asked, a bit unsure of himself.

“Haji, I love it so much! You’re the best husband a woman could ask for. You built this for us and I couldn’t ask for anything more.” She said, smiling at him. “Now come on. I can’t wait to see it!”

She grabbed his hand again and pulled him to the front door. She opened it and gasped again at the inside. All the decorations she had written down were bought, and everything was set up just like how she laid it out on the blueprint for him. She excitedly walked around the living area first, gazing at the beautiful fireplace in the middle of the wall adorned with beautiful furniture.

She then went to the kitchen and dining area. The kitchen sink had a window above it so she could see the front yard into the woods. She then went upstairs and looked around at the four bedrooms, as she went to the master bedroom first and stared in awe at it. It was everything she wanted and more. The windows went from top to bottom and overlooked the mountains just like how she wanted it. And last but not least, the fireplace in the wall across the bed, her only request. She smiled and looked out the windows at the beautiful scenery. She was thankful their neighbors were far away so no one would be able to look in and snoop. Iwaizumi leaned on the door frame, with arms crossed and watching his little wife in awe at their cabin.

“Hajime.” She called to him, her hand extended. He walked over to her and grabbed it, pulling her to him. “Thank you. Thank you for everything.”

“Thank you as well.”

“Why are you thanking me?” She quirked up at him.

“For staying by my side through it all.”

“You know where you go, I go, right, Haji?” She asked, saying what she said before. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I love you.” He said, pressing his lips to hers.

“I love you, too.” She said, kissing him back.

❅❅

A month went by and they were fully settled in their new house. Winter had come, so Iwaizumi was outside chopping for firewood as snow started to fall. She stood at the kitchen sink, humming and washing some dishes as she watched Iwaizumi chop for their firewood supply. She wouldn’t deny that he looked absolutely hot chopping away, with the way his arms tensed as he brought the axe down, and the way his sweat dripped down his forehead while he wiped it away with his flannel.

She couldn’t help but rub her thighs together as she continued to watch her husband chop all the wood. One particular swing made him growl out at the wood and the glass slipped out of her hand, breaking it into pieces. The water splashed her apron and on the floor. She felt her cheeks heating up when she looked back out the window and saw Iwaizumi smirking back at her. She quickly grabbed the towel and cleaned up the water on the floor when she heard the door open and the sound of wood being dropped in the bin by the fireplace. Footsteps came behind her as she stood up.

“Spill some water there, babe?” Iwaizumi asked her, smirking down at her.

“Yeah. Silly me. I’m going to go change. Be right back.” She shuffled away from him and ran up stairs. The room was warm from the lit fireplace. She quickly took the apron off and took off her shirt when she felt hands go around her waist and lips on her neck. She gasped when Iwaizumi sucked on her sweet spot.

“I saw you watching me the whole time I was chopping wood.” He whispered into her ear, making her shudder. “Is my slutty girl that needy?” His lips attached to her neck again while his hands roamed the front on her body. His hands slipped under her bra and groped her breasts, prompting a moan to escape her lips as she pushed further back into him. “Ahh, someone is needy, I see. Why don’t I take care of that?”

He turned her around and crashed his lips to hers. Her hands went up to the buttons on his flannel and she started unbuttoning it, pulling it down his back and running her hands up and down his chest. She raked her nails softly across his chest, causing him to groan. His hand unclasped her bra and he tossed it to the side, his hands moving to grab them. He pushed her back gently as she laid down on the bed, breaking the kiss as he grabbed the top of her skirt and pulled it down. He shrugged his jeans off and climbed back on top of her.

“Did my little slut enjoy seeing me chopping wood?” He asked as lips lowered down to one of her nipples. She arched her back and let out a loud moan as his mouth connected to it. His other hand moved rather slowly to her clothed pussy as he sucked and drew circles around her bud. He bit a little harder, making her gasp.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes Haji, I enjoyed watching you chop wood.” She moaned out as his hand started to rub small circles on her clit. He moved lower and could feel the wetness in her panties.

“Already so wet baby. All from me chopping wood.” He chuckled out and pushed her panties to the side, dragging his finger slowly up and down her slit. A whine left her mouth as he continued to tease her. Her hand went to his hair and she pulled a bit.

“Stop teasing me. Please!” She let out a loud gasp when she felt him plunge two fingers into her.

“Is this what you wanted? For me to fill you up?” He inserted another finger only to pull them all out, making her whine loudly. “Beg for me, slut.”

“Please Haji, I need you. Need you to fill me up.” He smirked before sticking his fingers back into your pussy. She moaned loudly when his mouth went back to her nipple, this time biting it. His fingers continued to pump in and out of her as she pulled tighter and tighter on his hair. She yelped when his thumb came up and started rubbing circles on her aching clit. She felt the knot in her stomach as she started to buck her hips up. Iwaizumi smacked her thigh, making her still.

“Please, let me cum. I’ve been a good girl, Haji. Let me cum!” She moaned out to him.

“You have been a good girl but I don’t want you to cum just yet.” He pulled his fingers out again. She felt tears start to well in her eyes at the loss of his fingers. He stood up and pulled her panties completely off as well as discarding his underwear. He pumped his cock a few times before going back on top of her. He grabbed her legs and pushed them up to her chest before lining his cock up with her pussy. He teased her by just putting his head in, the tears flowing down her face.

“I won't tease my little slut anymore. She’s had enough.” He said before snapping his hips into hers, bottoming out inside of her. She gasped at the sudden fullness that turned into a moan as he started to thrust his hips in and out of her. Iwaizumi clenched his eyes at the feel of her pussy squeezing his cock.

“God baby, after all the fucking we do, you’d think you wouldn’t be so tight.” He groaned out making her moan.

“S’full Haji.” She managed out, the tears still falling down her face as Hajime fucked her. His pelvic bone rubbed up against her clit and she felt the knot returning.

“I can feel it baby. Your pussy is tightening on me. Do you want to cum now?” She moaned out a yes, and Hajime let go of her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She clung to him as he started to pound into her, her nails scratching his back. She felt the knot getting bigger before it snapped.

“I’m cumming, I'm cumming! Oh god—Hajime!” She cried out as her orgasm crashed down on her. He picked up his pace to chase his own high as her pussy milked his cock. He grunted out her name as he spilled his load into her. After a few small thrusts, he pulled out of her, picking her up and taking her to the bathroom.

Once they cleaned up, she snuggled into his chest while the fire roared and the snow fell outside the window. She sighed happily as he kissed her hair.

“I love you, Hajime.” She whispered, her eyes closing slowly.

“I love you too.”

[miyarinrin]

𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

» Word Count: 4.4k

» Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

» Genre: 18+, Mafia AU.

» Chapter Warnings: Violence, Blood, Slight Body horror, Slightly Suggestive.

» Beta Read by: @vanille--kiss @kurinoot @liaxxx109

» Summary: Two lives that couldn't be more different from each other. One has nothing and one has everything, but when their paths cross, there's one thing they have in common; their lives and freedom are both trapped behind cages.

» A/N: (Reposted from my old blog.) This was supposed to be a one chapter and eventually turned into multi-chapter chaos! It is a joint effort between my precious friend Vani and I!

(Iwa Fanart from the Banner belongs to @vanille--kiss)

Human nature is a bizarre thing.

Creatures capable of loving everyone around them, of providing a sense of warmth, safety and comfort to those considered part of their family, at the same time they can thrive off other’s pain in the same breath.

Thunderous screaming, shouting and stomping resonates through concrete walls. The smell of sweat, cigarettes and alcohol permeated through the surroundings with a pungent mixture that could easily overwhelm one with a frail stomach. Burly and muscular bodies surround a rusty cage while high off adrenaline, watching two men fighting inside the metallic contraption.

The floor inside the cage isn’t different, consisting of the same dirty concrete as the whole building where all those people shouted profanities, clutching wads of cash with a vice grip. The same floor that gets splattered with spit, sweat and blood as one of them lands a powerful hit against his opponent, harsh enough that his poor victim stumbles back against the cage with a heavy wheeze.

Good, this could only mean the fight will be over soon. That’s what goes through Iwaizumi’s head as he wipes the blood off his bruised lip. Compared to the bloody mess across his opponent’s face, that bruise was insignificant, all thanks to the rigorous training he’d always put himself through. 

It may not be the life he was preparing for, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make sure to pull out his best performance. Not when there’s always someone watching between the crowds, someone who always stands out between all of those beefy brutes craving for violence. 

He can feel it coming from his right, a piercing gaze unfitting for such a soft, pretty face. A face he’s never considered anything less than breathtaking the more he’s looked at it.

What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this? 

Watching with arms crossed and a nonchalant smile as the two men kept turning each other into bloody pulps...or at least the other one tried to, because no matter how much he tried, he could only land a couple punches to Iwaizumi.

Tonight, your presence stirs him to show off, to be a little bit more ruthless during the fight. An urge to prove himself before the dozens of eyes but more specifically, before that soft pair of eyes holding such power behind them.

Focusing back on the fight, Iwaizumi sees the walking, bloodied mass lunging towards him one last time. Feeling pity for him, he throws one last punch to his face, and a horrendous crack echoes across the building. He can see everyone’s reactions to that punch; cringing, flinching, gasping or gaping by the intensity of that punch….but you? You don’t even blink after he just fractured someone’s nose with his bare fist.

There’s a thick and heavy silence as the blond-haired opponent falls hard on the floor, eyes rolling into the back of his skull and and the lower part of his face coated in a thick layer of crimson. It’s a good thing he went face down, avoiding the risk of choking on his own blood. These are the kind of risks that come with his… “career choice”, but complaining is not an option for him at this point.

Once again the crowd breaks into a deafening chorus of yelling, both shouts of victory and profanities are thrown in his direction, but he ignores them all as he walks out of the cage, heading towards the back of the room to change out of his bloody and sweaty clothes while a couple of “bouncers” take the other fighter out of the cage. On his way to the backroom, his attention wanders towards the crowd that’s still drunk off the carnage. Iwaizumi’s eyes follow after your retracting figure, walking away with a step radiating nothing but pure confidence with every step.

It’s always the same, he always catches you watching his match with that unfaltering gaze, and right after he walks out of that rusty cage, you walk away from the warehouse without looking back. Now that he thinks about it, how come nobody mentions a thing about it? Surely more than one of the men around should’ve noticed someone as graceful and elegant amidst the crowd of men snorting lines on the counter and betting their savings on clandestine fights.

Oh well, it’s not really his problem and it’s not like he can talk them out of this, and as long as he gets paid for breaking someone’s nose, he really cannot complain.

With a heavy huff, he uses a towel to wipe the sweat off his face, frowning at the smear of blood left on the fabric. He shrugs in defeat, before wiping as much of the sweat as possible. God he could really use a nice, warm shower after this, but it’s either getting food or hot water this month. Once he’s finally done, he sits down on a nearby bench with his back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling while deep in thought...How did it end up like this? One day he had just graduated college, and he was ready to take on the next step of his dream career...The next one he found himself having to earn a living in clandestine fights, more than once risking his life and freedom every night he got called for a match. Unconsciously, his hand traces a small scar at his right side, it was probably around the same length as his middle finger, with the skin badly healed, leaving an ugly, scarred reminder that this was his life now, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Frowning at the memory, he stands up with a sour face, before getting changed back into his regular clothes. It’s nothing fancy to wear, denim pants, black sneakers, and an old, blue hoodie thrown over a white t-shirt. They may not be his fanciest clothes, but they’re definitely some of his best ones.

“Good job out there, kiddo.” A man around his 40’s approaches Iwaizumi with a smile, patting his shoulder lightly as he lets out a whole hearted laughter. It was hard to think how a man that radiated the same energy of a father figure could organize these fights without a single problem, or help these guys to get in shape as he provided them a place to train and free of charges. “You gave Ronald a run for his money! As promised, here’s your prize for tonight’s performance.”

He pulls out a neat envelope from his back pocket, slightly wrinkled from being kept in that oversized pocket, but Iwaizumi doesn’t complain about it, not when the thing that matters is inside that thick bundle of paper. Taking the envelope, Iwaizumi opens it and begins inspecting the contents, each bill counted carefully as he counts his reward of the night.

“This is more than the usual.” He has to count it again, and again and again to make sure his eyes don’t deceive him. He can’t stop wondering if it’s some kind of prank, but the coach only laughs in response, belly shaking with each intake of breath before he lays a hand over the young man’s shoulder.

“Kiddo, you’re getting one hell of a reputation out there. Someone came in and made this huge bet on your name. Everyone’s talking about you.” Iwaizumi can’t help feeling happy, proud that his hard work paid off.

The world can be a cruel place, playing twisted games at the least unexpected time, but for a brief moment he doesn’t care anymore. Sighing to himself, he gets up from his seat and shoves the envelope in his bag. Allowing the coach to slap a hand on his back with a tired chuckle before walking out through the back door. 

The old, metallic door is closed shut with a faint click. Iwa breathes in with a twitching eyebrow and a frown. The stench around the alley seemed stronger than usual, with a pungent mix of rotten garbage, piss, alcohol and puke that made him gag in retaliation. Covering the lower part of his face, he starts walking through the small space towards the empty streets, ready to get back “home” and get some well deserved rest.

He pulls out his phone to check out the time, the cracked screen coming to life with a dim light and the numbers displayed across the small device make him huff loudly.

“Two in the morning, huh?” Tonight’s fight really took longer than usual, but it doesn’t matter. He got more money than expected thanks to it. The corner of his lip twitches lightly as he walks out of the alley and breathes in the now fresh air, shivering slightly as it makes chills run through his sweaty body.

“Aww come one, sweetcheeks! Let’s have some fun, don’t ya?” A whiney, slurred voice coming from the other side of the street catches Iwaizumi’s attention. A part of him is tempted to ignore everything and keep walking, but Iwaizumi isn't that heartless and he knows that himself. He looks in the direction where said voice came from.

It’s after that moment that Iwaizumi’s whole life changed…

He’s never been one to believe in destiny, until he looks at the drunken nobody at the other side of the streets, with an arm slung over the shoulders of the one person he never expected to come across at this moment….your face.

A breathtaking, nonchalant face as you look at this drunken man with a sharp glare, it may not be directed at Iwaizumi, but even he could feel the sheer coldness behind your narrowed gaze.

“I’ve already said this before,” cringing as you take a hold of the dirty, sweaty hand over your shoulder, you pull it away with two fingers. A grossed out look at the clammy sensation left across the fabric of your top. “I have no interest in this fun you seem desperate for.”

Of course, when alcohol takes over and clouds one’s common sense, it’s when things rarely end up well. A blind fury takes over this man, and the same grimy hand takes a not-so-firm hold over your forearm. It’s like a switch goes off in both Iwa’s head and yours. In an instant, Iwa’s already bolting in your direction. He can hear something along the lines of “You damn cunt” which ignites his blood. How dare this scumbag talk to you like that?

The growing rage inside him doesn’t get to come out against the drunkard. Everything happened so quickly as  your own hands took a firm hold of the jerk’s hand, twisting it backwards with a brutality that sobered him up in no time. The pain is such that he ends up falling on his knees, a chorus of high pitched yells coming out of his mouth as he attempts to pry off your hand, just to get it bent ever harder, threatening to dislocate his wrists if he keeps it up any longer.

“Ack! Let me go, you bitch!”

The pained frown he gives you is nothing compared to the cold, hard glare over your features, growing harder and harder with each word coming out of the bastard’s mouth. He wants to say something else, curse your whole blood line and entire existence. 

Iwaizumi finally approaches, determined to make this guy swallow his words. 

“Is this guy troubling you, Miss?” Both you and the aggressor turn around in surprise, neither of you expecting another voice outside this late at night. 

“Dude help me out! This bitch is assaulting me!” He cries out once again, but another twist of his wrists instantly makes him shut his mouth.

“Say one more thing and a broken wrist will be the least of your worries.” You twisted his wrist tighter, making the bastard yell out in agony as he could feel the joint threatening to dislocate at any moment. So all he did was nod rapidly, little beads of sweat gathering at his temple, instantly sober up from the sheer pain at his limb before your hand slowly released him from the painful grip, just to be shoved back on the floor with the heel of your boot. “Good. Now get out of my sight, you pig.”

The glare he gives you is just as pathetic as his existence as he crawls back on the dirty street, before getting up and scrambling away into the dark night. Iwa stands firm on his spot, just a couple feet away as he watches you from afar, pulling out a handkerchief from the pocket of your jacket, nose wrinkled in disgust as the delicate silk brushed against the spot in your shoulder where that pig had laid his hands on, before wiping your hand next. 

What just happened?

“Can I help you?” Your words snap him out of his trace. He finds himself looking right into those same eyes that would always watch him from the crowds, this time less lively than those moments when you wouldn’t even flinch when a punch was thrown during the fights.

With the handkerchief stuffed back in your pocket, you look at him with your arms crossed, hips tilted to a side and an eyebrow raised in boredom. How did those little gestures manage to fluster him so badly?

“I-” He coughs awkwardly against his closed fist, clearing his throat from the small bundle of nerves at the back of his throat, “saw that asshole giving you trouble, but it seems like you already took care of it, miss.” From the look on your face, it’s obvious to him that you expected a completely different answer. Blinking confused at his remark, he watches you release a small huff of surprise. 

“Miss? Wow, such a gentleman.” His ears get warm rapidly as you look away, muffling a giggle against the palm of your hand. “What are you, a knight in shining armor?” You look back at him through long lashes, “You’ve got the strength of one.”

So you do pay attention to more than just the ripped bodies in the arena, huh?

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, unable to find a clever answer to your question, and he’s met with another round of laughter as you lean back against the back of a nearby bench with an ankle crossed over the other while he stood still in place.

“Relax, will you? I’m not going to twist your wrist….unless you want me to?” A smug little smile adorns your face as his own burns in embarrassment. He’s used to having insults thrown at his face, words of encouragement from the coach, even praise from the other guys during training, but flirting? That’s definitely a new subject for him. 

“Oh my god, you should see the look on your face!” There’s a small grunt at the back of his throat. A blush coating his cheeks as you laugh shamelessly at the look on his face.

“Okay I’m sorry, you’re just so easy to fluster!”

“You tease every stranger you meet like this?”

“No, only the handsome ones.”

Flustered, Iwa’s eyes go wide open as you laugh at his blushing face, hands resting over your chest and shoulders shaking uncontrollably. A small tear prickling the corner of your eye which is wiped away just as quickly as it appears.

“The look on your face, oh my god!”

He’s never been a fan of being laughed at, remembering the many times his childhood friend always used to throw playful remarks during their youth. But for some reason, there’s something about your reactions, about that heartfelt laughter of yours that stirs something in him. Eventually, he finds himself chuckling as well.

“So,” Taking a deep breath, your head is angled playfully at him with a sweet, yet playful smile across your face. “What’s your name, stranger?”

For the first time in years, Iwaizumi can feel a small weight being lifted off his shoulders, and he finds himself approaching casually, taking the spot besides you on the bench, leaning back as the both of you start having a friendly conversation. When was the last time he felt this calm before? Weeks? Months? Years?

He’s not sure, but eventually the days pass by and with each night, you two slowly become closer. It becomes a personal little routine. Every night he gets offered a fight, the easier it gets to notice those pretty eyes lingering across the crowd. That alluring gaze that never wavers with every hit, as the building is filled with the loud cheering or the crowds going wild with adrenaline. 

From that point, there’s something new in his routine as you indulge in each other’s company. Every night after a fight, you find yourselves getting to know each other and talking about some of the most random of things, laughing at both good and bad jokes, sometimes even enjoying a nice can of warm coffee in the middle of the coldest nights. He also tells you about the passion he had for volleyball, of the matches won alongside his team.

Somehow, he never says anything about his life past college...

As time goes by, those gazes slowly become more intense, driven by a hidden desire that slowly keeps growing over time. And the more time he spends with you, the more he notices some of the smallest details, like the way your eyes linger over his body after every fight, following the small beads of sweat running down his abs whenever he pulls the hem of his shirt to wipe the moisture around his face, or the way your gaze lingers on his biceps during the warmest nights, when he’s wearing either short sleeves or a tank top, the way your pupils dilate with the slightest flex of his muscles stirs an urge deep inside when those silky hands glide over the skin one night, tracing small circles on his skin, making him inhale sharply on instinct.

He doesn’t seem to notice the effect that noise has on your body. Of the way you have to bite your lower lip to hold back a whimper, of the way your eyes darken in arousal, all because of his mere breathing, which makes your thighs press slightly against each other. Until he breathes out softly, and it’s like a switch went off inside your head. Blinking rapidly, you quickly pull your hand away, turning away to hide the heat warming up your face.

“Ah, sorry, I... shouldn’t have done that.”

He has to take another deep breath to soothe himself and that familiar throbbing between his legs that slowly became more intense the longer your hands lingered across his skin. Green eyes stare at the back of your head, which is tilted down as you attempt to fan the heat off your face. The sight before him is something new, unexpected even. He’s used to your subtle, yet confident flirting, to those sly little smiles thrown at him from the crowds, and the piercing eyes that could easily kill a man with their intensity, but he has to admit that this side of you is also alluring in its own way. That shy, easily flustered side is endearing.

“It's fine.” He finds himself unable to speak. Maybe, just maybe, it’s that shy attitude of yours that lures him in with its charm, prompting him to place his hand over your shoulder, fully aware that you could easily twist his hand with a swift movement, a small part of him had already prepared him for the pain of an injured wrist, and yet that moment never comes. 

Instead, he finds himself looking back into those same pretty eyes that always take his breath away. You both try to look away like a pair of teenagers talking to their middle school sweetheart, but Iwa’s eyes land somewhere else, lingering on your soft and silky lips, covered in a thin layer of gloss, making them look so… appetizing. The more he looks at them, the more finds himself fighting the urge to lean forward and bite them.

And judging from the way you look up at him, he’s not the only one that wants that. The same hand resting over your shoulder grabs a hold of your face, holding your chin gently as his thumb traces the shape of your lips, pressing down gently so the lower lip is dragged along, following after his thumb. 

He takes a step closer, and it’s nearly impossible not to feel the heat seep through each other’s clothing. A comforting, yet suffocating warmth that if it were to be unattended it could easily burn everything around them without mercy, leaving behind nothing but a scorched landscape full of pain and agony.

He didn’t even realize how close you stood to each other, until the heat of your breath hit him. One of your hands resting carefully over the firm muscle of his chest, fingers pressing softly against him as he asks you a single thing.

“Can I?” He whispers against your eager lips, desperate to crash his lips against your own, and ready to devour them. Rather than a proper reply, he can feel one of your hands sneaking its way to the back of his head, tangling itself in his own locks as it pulls him closer. It doesn’t take him a minute to release a ferocious groan against your lips, before his hand releases your chin, so he could wrap his arms around your waist to pull you closer against him. One limb wrapped tightly around your waist, while the other one is pressed neatly across your back, sliding its way up until it’s pressed firmly at the base of your neck.

You’re already kissing him back with the same fervor, moaning sweetly against his lips with your own hands wrap desperately around the back of his neck, before tangling into his brown locks to keep him as close as possible, the last thing you want in that moment is to part from him, and he feels exactly the same way as he pulls away from the kiss.

“You taste so fucking good.” The sight of his tongue running over his lips as he tastes your sweet lip gloss is powerful enough to make you pull him back to attack his lips all over again. He chuckles against your mouth, dizzy and intoxicated like never before. The only time he’s felt this rush before is during a fight, but this is even better, a rush of adrenaline and lust running through his veins like electricity that feels like no other.

Begrudgingly, he has to force himself to stop, to pull away before he might end up ripping off your clothes in the middle of the street.

“One of these days.” He breathes out, resting his forehead against yours as he attempts to steady his breathing, just the same way as you are. “I’m going to make you mine.”

“Why not-Why not now?” You ask him curiously, holding his face with both hands to give him another peck, which he accepts eagerly, and the mere gesture already has you trembling for more. 

“I want to wait for the perfect moment.” An arm makes its way around your waist, holding you firmly against his chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing the skin softly as his breaths slowly become even, aided by the sweet scent of your perfume which helps sooth his senses. “And when that moment comes, I’m gonna make you mine over and over again. Got it?”

When he lifts his face to look in your eyes, it’s like the same guy you met that night had been replaced by someone different. The guy that would stumble on his words whenever you flirted with him was gone, and instead you stood face to face with the same fighter that could easily break someone’s neck if he wanted to. He could do anything he wanted in that instant, and you would take it all without complaining.

“In that case, you better keep that promise, Hajime.” With a soft giggle, you give him another peck, which quickly turns into another one of those passionate kisses that easily took away your breath, the type of kisses that only he could provide. “I’ll be waiting patiently for that day.”

“Is that a challenge, princess?”

“It’s a goddamn promise.”

With that, you share one last kiss together before pulling away from that firm grasp, before walking away with that same, mysterious smile. Iwaizumi’s gaze turns towards the dark sky as he chuckles to himself, hands shoved in his pockets as he turns on his heels, ready to go home for the night. His mood lifted drastically as he’s lost in thought, already yearning for the feeling of your soft lips against his own. 

It’s just the same way you’re already missing the feeling of his lips against yours, the warm yet slightly chapped lips that could easily make your body go limp in those toned arms. Smiling, your own fingertips brush against your lips softly, humming happily by the events that occurred less than a couple minutes ago. Nothing could ruin that moment for you.

“You!” Except for that goddamn voice, the same slurred voice and stench of cheap alcohol as the very same man from that time appeared before you, eyes burning with a drunken rage as he came closer, clutching one of the cheapest bottles of beer in the market. “You’re that fucking bitch!”

“Do I know you?” Of course you know him, but he’s just not worth remembering. Not even when he slams the end of the bottle against a nearby light post. There’s pieces of glass scattered everywhere, glistening on the floor as they mix with alcohol to reflect the lights. 

“I’m gonna make you pay for what you did, you damned whore!” The sharp ends of the bottle are pointed in your direction, swaying dangerously from side to side, but neither the sharp edges of the makeshift weapon or the rabid look across this man’s face has any effect on you, aside from a raised eyebrow and an unamused look.

Either the people inside the bar are too drunk to notice, or they just don’t care when a blood curdling scream is heard outside. Nobody’s around to help the screeching drunk outside, yelling in agony as his hand is pressed against a nearby sign, pinned in place by a sharp, expensive dagger easily piercing through the palm of his hand, the droplets of blood running down his limbs coming together into a small puddle, reflecting the agonizing look on his face, and your elegant silhouette walking off in the distance, with the heel of your boots clicking delicately against the floor.

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[karasunowo]

Got tagged by @haiikyuuns! Thank you Mandy!!ヽ(*´▽   )ノ♪ 💗💜💖💕🧡💓

Rules: 10 songs on shuffle, no skipping allowed.

(∩๑•̀ㅂ•́)⊃━☆ *:･ﾟ✧WOOSH my Spotify has given me:

Chocolate Flavor - BRADIO

Faded Pictures - Teddyloid

White Tee - CORPSE

We Can’t Be Friends - Dream Koala

Freek’n You - Jodeci

Be - potsu (ft. Rav)

Bubble Tea - dark cat (ft. juu & cinders)

It’s Alright - Mother Mother

AfterSchoolDi (e) stra (u) ction - YAKUSHIMARU Etsuko

Moonsetter - SudoName

What a selection LMAO

Idk who’s been tagged already, so if you don’t wanna do this, that’s okay too! No pressure! 👍

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