content: first kisses, FLUFF, gender neutral reader, small scenarios most of all, kitten is used once (1) bcos kuroo thinks hes being flirty and smooth, pre-timeskip, high school
notes: i was supposed to take a nap but this wouldnt rly leave my head, take these crumps i hope you enjoy them!!!! i might make more with other teams they were rly cute and fun to make!!! some of the lengths r a little different bcos my idea changed from when i started to i finished!! i tried matching them up but alas, they cant be the same kdfhsjkfs have a nice day!!!
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Haiba Lev
This dude straight up proudly admits to you that he’s never kissed anyone in his entire life, whipping out his phone to show his recent search history containing searches like ’How to kiss someone’, ’Good first kiss tips’, and so forth. You felt embarrassed on his behalf but it also helped to make you less nervous. He then leaned into his backpack that was on the ground by the bench you were sat on, asking with a big grin, “d’you want a mint as well before we do the do?” making you slap him for being so tactless on how to be romantic, followed by a giggle at his antics and a “yes.” While the mints were being consumed, Lev was telling you about the team, ranting on about what he needed to improve and how much fun he had there. Suddenly he stopped, a beat of silence before he asked carefully, “have you swallowed yours yet?”
You swallowed it on accident just because he asked which made you choke a bit. He immediately leaned towards you, his face incredibly close to your own, which made you cough a bit more. After you calmed down a bit he leaned in and kissed you, smiling brightly afterwards saying, “I bet the kiss made it all better!”
Argument and Breakup with Suna Rintaro -450 words, pure angst
You have giveneverything to Suna Rintarou.
Worked your ass off just so you can get into Hiroshima University, and move in along with him when he signed with EJP Raijin. Endured bouts of loneliness when he travels abroad for competitions. Supported him in any way possible - cooking, cleaning, maintaining a household just so you can be sure he gets enough rest.
You’ve done everything you’ve ever could. And yet, you must face the fact that you have to give up your place in his life.
He refuses to acknowledge it.
He refused to even tell you about the amazing offer he got to play in France, claiming when you find out about the offer from his frantic manager that it’s a non-starter, he’s never going to leave you. His mother calls you, his manager begs you - you capitulate, as you always do when confronted with what’s best for him.
“Rin”, you plead. “Take the offer. Go to Paris.”
He stares at you blankly.
“Let’s have dinner”, he says, as if you haven’t spoken. As if you haven’t brought this conversation at least ten times before. But you are tenacious when it comes to his well-being, so you set your jaw and refuse to let him run this time.
“Rin”, you say again. “Stop avoiding the topic. You know it’s for the best -”
“Absolutely not”, he snaps, chopsticks clattering against his rice bowl. “I’m not taking the offer.”
“Is it because of me?”, you ask, and his silence gives you the answer you already knew.
His eyes flash with anger, lips pursed to signal frustration. You know you’re wearing his patience down but you tell yourself it’s all for his own good. It’s like amputating an infected limb - you need to grit your teeth and slash at the ropes tethering him to you with cold efficiency, let him spread his wings and seek out a better, brighter world that you have no place in.
“Let’s break up”, you say, voice wobbling but without any room for argument.
His mouth opens and closes and for once, cool, collected Suna Rintarou loses his composure.
No, he manages to breathe, clutches at your hand like it’s the only thing stopping him from drowning. Please, he says after dinner, when it’s your turn to disregard his arguments on why you two should stay together as you pack your bags. Don’t go, he whispers as you finally slam the door.
You barely make it to the lift. You collapse into tears when you reach the ground floor. You only manage to force yourself to stagger away from the home you’ve built with Rin by telling yourself that it’s for the best.
You need to let him go.
a/n: as requested by the lovely chloe @sunasbabie - don’t come for me, y’all requested that i post it today!!!
Miya Atsumu x reader (platonic, maybe) warnings: alcohol mentions, drunk idiots, breaking and entering content: gender neutral reader, dumb drunk antics, fluff, atsumu thinks he can make onigiris, they break into osamus shop, “if i die, im going to haunt you” prompt, short drabble more likely wordcount: 717
notes: i havent actually read the hq manga for a while, so this timeskip knowledge is loosely based off of what i know from tumblr, may not be accurate! i used a prompt from this list! this is pretty platonic but ig u can read more into it if you’d like. first time i tried using a prompt! only my second reader fanfic EVER, i hope u enjoy !!! :^) <3333
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Honestly, you’re not sure how you even ended up in front of Onigiri Miya at 2AM with Atsumu. You were visiting your childhood friend and he decided to treat you to a night in town, where you, after eating extreme amounts of delicious foods in a fancy restaurant you would never be able to afford on your own, also had just a tiny bit too much to drink.
You were walking in the park, your arms behind your back, Atsumu proudly telling you about Onigiri Miya – as if you hadn’t already visited the place a couple days prior when you arrived - and how Osamu would have tuna and spring onion rice balls ready for him whenever he needed it.
“But yaknow, that asshat isn’t afraid to charge me at all,” he complained, stumbling a bit while walking. “But I betchu, I Bet! That I can made just as delicious rice balls, dontcha think so?”
He looks at you with his signature smirk and the confidence he usually exudes on the court. All you did was raise an eyebrow at him while a contemplative and distrusting “hmm,” left your mouth.
Atsumu’s hand rose to his chest in what looked like genuine surprise, almost whispering your name, “How could you say that!”
“’Tsumu, I didn’t say anything?” “That’s what hurts the most!” You laughed, breathing in the comfortable summer air while looking up at the night sky. You honestly thought the conversation was over and he’d move onto something else.
->In the Kingdom of Seijoh, Prince Tooru Oikawa wakes up at a thread’s amount of light in the sky every single day.
What he also does is slip into sparring gear, slink out of his room and into the enormous palace halls, and emits nearly no sound as he makes way to the same exact quarters as always: the servants’.
The brunette, despite waking up not too long ago, has a bright expression ready for anything as he rhythmically raps his knuckles on a mahogany wood door- mahogany, that is, per his request. It reads “Iwaizumi Hajime”, and below that, “Man-in-waiting of Prince Tooru Oikawa”.
There’s a moment of silence. Then a couple footsteps. A thud. Something metal clattering ont the ground, hopefully not an oil lamp. A muffled “…Shit.” Then, the locks click around and the door opens to reveal a man of tan complexion, strong build, and serious eyes. Well, the serious part toned down a bit, taking how drowsy he looks at the moment.
“Iwa, dear,” the prince leans forward, whispering, hands behind his back, “It’s been years we’ve been doing this, yet you always look like I’m waking you so early for the first time.”
Iwaizumi gives the latter’s shoulder a slight punch. “I was up last night chasing a rat out of my room, give me a break.”
Oikawa gives a soft chuckle in response. “Whatever you say… hurry and get ready, we’ve no time to lose.”
“Shittykawa, the sun isn’t even out, we have plenty-”
Growing apart with Akaashi Keiji -346 words of angst
“It was my birthday yesterday.”
Akaashi glances up at you from the genkan, a shoe still on his foot, his briefcase still looped around his elbow. Shadows obscure your face as you sit at the dining table.
The lights are off. It’s dark.
‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t seem quite sufficient given the last two birthdays he’s forgotten, so he settles with a brief ‘I’ll make it up to you tomorrow’ instead, hoping that you’ll give him a pass just like you have twice before, and let him collapse in bed instead.
You barely acknowledge his words, only gesturing for him to sit beside you, pushing a stack of papers towards him. Even though the words on the page seem to swim before his very eyes, he can make out their meaning, their intent.
Divorce.
His bones sag into weak flesh, his blood freezes in his veins, but he manages to raise his head, meet your cold stare.
“Why?” he asks.
You haven’t fought with him, haven’t told him you were unhappy, he can’t understand why you would throw away your marriage so easily, like it means nothing to you at all. He’s not the most attentive of husbands, not the most affectionate of husbands, because surely he has an excuse, work has been taking up all his time. Yes, he could do better, should do better so surely you’ll give him another chance?
“Because we don’t know each other anymore”, you reply simply.
Even as he shakes his head to deny it, he can’t answer your pointed questions, doesn’t know your favourite tea nor the TV show you’re currently watching, fumbles when you ask him when the last time he’s been to your parents’ place for dinner, can’t even name a single one of your co-workers or more damningly, even get the name of the company you work for correct.
“You can’t love someone you don’t even know” you tell him, your tone flat, dead.
He knows defeat when he sees it. He is not too far gone that he can’t own up to his mistakes.
He picks up a pen.
a/n:reposting because the tags are being evil rawr.
warnings/tags: childhood friends to lovers, reader has a male ex
word count: 0.8k
“the world’s full of good things,” atsumu tells you, eight years-old and grubby-cheeked, “like volleyball.”
you frown, and the action displaces some of the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, “but i don’t like volleyball.”
“there’s onigiri,” osamu says, squatting and offering a hand, “and don’t ya like popsicles?” you eye his hand warily, grudgingly allowing him to pull you up.
“c’mon, let’s go already,” atsumu whines, “baa-chan said she’d cook dinner.” he barely spares your scraped knees a glance. “stop crying, brat.”
you scrunch your nose up in annoyance, and osamu’s hold on your arm tightens a fraction - like he knows you’re about to launch yourself at his brother. “you’re a brat,” you settle for saying childishly, sticking out your tongue for good measure.
atsumu rolls his eyes. “whatever,” he grumbles, kicking huffily at the ground.
pairing:ushijima x gn!reader word count, genre: 1.8k words, fluff. warnings:none but this isnt proofread :D summary:no one goes to a grocery store for a first date. except for maybe you and ushijima. | part one a/n: aaaa been a while since i wrote anything more than 1.5k!!!! this was self-indulgent cos i think grocery dates should be a thing
“Attention, please. The price for a dozen of fresh eggs just dropped. Get yours now at Aisle 5 before they run out.”
The announcement sounded inside the whole supermarket. People stopped whatever they were doing to listen to the voice coming out of the speakers while some had already decided to get a headstart for the eggs.
You weren’t any exception. The second you heard the PSA, you grabbed Ushijima’s hands. The boy was flustered and dropped the carrots that he was holding as his head whipped to look at you.
His puzzled expression couldn’t match the determined one that was on your face. Before he knew it, his feet were already moving in sync with yours as you dragged him to Aisle 5.
warnings/tags: childhood best friends to lovers, this bad boy can fit so much pining in it, in this fic semi plays the guitar and the piano and also sings, i looped sorry for writing all the songs about you by clara mae while writing this and it shows
word count: 2k
a/n: a repost from my old account!! re-reading this made me realize how much my writing has changed :””) i hope yall enjoy this!!
summary: All of his songs are about you. Eita doesn’t know how to write anything else.
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Eita’s had many favourite singers. He doesn’t remember them all, because there are too many, but there’s an interview he’d watched once, back in his first year of middle school that sticks with him.
Find a muse, he remembers the singer saying - he doesn’t remember their name anymore, but he knows these words by heart - find a muse, and write them into your music.
(It’ll be the most painful thing you’ve ever sung, but it will be the most beautiful.
He hadn’t understood what the singer had meant, then.)
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“Semi-semi!” You shout gleefully as you throw open the doors to the gym. Catching Tendou’s eye, you shoot him finger-guns, smiling even as your best friend storms towards you, the volleyball in his hand flying against the side of Tendou’s head.
“Out,” he says gruffly, catching you by the back of your collar, and you wave a jaunty salute at the rest of Shiratorizawa’s volleyball team as Eita hauls you out of the gym.
“That was mean,” you pout, turning when he finally lets go of you, “and after I came allthe way here to pass you your math homework.” You drawl the word all, and delight in the tick in Eita’s brow.
Your best friend sighs, massaging his temple in a way that has no business looking that all-suffering, “I never should have let you meet Tendou.”
Laughing, you hand him the worksheet he’d left under his table. “We would have met anyway,” you point out, “seeing as he had a puppy crush on me back in first year.”
Eita stiffens, and the hand taking his worksheet from you crumbles into itself.
“You’re crumpling the worksheet,” you say, “what, are you jealous?” You wink, your tone just shy of flirtation.
(You wish you were brave enough to just ask.)
He laughs, voice cracking, and the sound grates more than it should.
“Of course not,” he says, free hand smoothing out the wrinkles until it’s like they were never there, “I just wouldn’t wish you on anyone.”
“Right,” you agree easily, “says Semi-I’ve-been-single-my-entire-high-school-career-Eita.”
Your best friend scowls at that. “There’s still a few months,” he argues, and you brush off the rest of his statement by pushing him back into the gym.
“Yeah, yeah,” you say, grinning, “I bet you’re a real heartbreaker, Eita.”
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The first song Eita writes that’s worth mentioning is about you.
characters: hq captains (ushijima, daichi, bokuto) with gn!reader words, genre: 1.5k words, fluff + slight angst. warnings: none! summary:in love, there’s a moment where everything falls into place and you realize that there’s no one else you’d rather spend forever with. | part one (with oikawa, kuroo, kita)
USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI;
admittedly, ushijima is not the best at relationships
but you brought out sides of him that he didn’t know even existed
and because he’s so in love with you, he finds himself looking for ways to surprise you
he doesn’t hesitate to try new things because all he wants is to make you happy in the way you make him complete
tags/warnings: angst (with an okay ending), swear words, oikawa doesn’t become a pro, kinda college au, author was listening to the folklore album and also mother mother while writing this, i think that’s warning enough
word count: 1.48k
a/n: this was originally supposed to be some sort of prose poetry for my poetry sideblog but it didn’t work out so </3 also, trying out a somewhat new writing style hehe :3
“someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.”
― richard siken, war of the foxes
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it goes like this: you fight over something small (it’s never just something small), and after a while with whom the fault lies doesn’t matter anymore (a double-edged sword: the fighting and the screaming and the shouting and the mocking).
it goes like this: radio silence, no missed calls, no unopened texts. oikawa, a character study: lover becomes roommate becomes a shadow you see slipping out the door if you wake up early enough. take-out ordered for one, a bed too large and cold. blankets that swamp you.
it ends like this: you cave first (you always cave first). oikawa is too proud to apologize and you are too tired and it is easier to brush all the broken pieces of each other under the rug (it’s old, you don’t remember where it came from, only that it’s the colour of mold and smells like mothballs, despite your best efforts) and pretend the we are fucked up, we are fucking this up away. you hate the way this story ends, there is no other ending to this story.
a/n: back by popular demand, another installment of the hogwarts x haikyuu fluff series featuring the Gryffindor quidditch team and one exceedingly persistent Iwaizumi Hajime. you may want to read the installment featuring one very smug Slytherin beater Kuroo Tetsuro (here) to appreciate the first scene in this story.
“What are we doing here, Iwaizumi?”
He’d grabbed your hand on a hogsmeade weekend, asking if you had any plans. You lied, crossing your fingers behind your back, telling him you hadn’t. So you find yourself seated opposite him in Madam Puddifoot’s, smothered by pink and white frills, surrounded by porcelain teaware.
By all appearances, it looks like a date. It shouldbe a date.
Being naturally athletic and a powerhouse of energy, it’s very hard to keep up with him when he’s in training yuuji mode. He’s very supportive though, always encouraging you to push yourself to your limits in an annoyingly sweet way of his own. Always promising you’d get back to the dorms and pig out with his secret snack stash which you are yet to see for yourself.
Fushiguro Megumi:
He’s never considered training with someone else before, it was always a solo event for him. Yet when you asked him oh so nicely, he couldn’t help, but blush. He was worried that you wouldn’t be able to keep up or he’d be too sweaty and gross and you’d immediately lose any interest you had in training with him in the first place. He starts slow with the sets he gives you and then builds it slowly, but surely. Making sure you’re doing alright every step of the way, trying his best to be more attentive to your needs in(and out) of training.
Kugisaki Nobara:
She never really knew she needed to train before coming to jujutsu high, she barely thought she needed training either until almost every person beat her in laps and you were right there with her in training ability. So you took a double pinkie vow to train together and then you showed up only to go get coffee and shop a little more. You finally started training when she picked the perfect outfit to work out in (which was an amazing outfit.) and got to work, spotting each other and pushing each other (affectionately). You both got better and better at the training aspect of learning more cursed technique and you did it together, celebrating with a fun day planned at a festival nearby.
Inumaki Toge:
His training with you consists of not training and feral running across the school grounds, going long after you gave up. When he’s “training” he basically sits on the grass while you stand above him, stretching your muscles for as long as you can before you completely fall apart while trying to keep up with him. You mostly engage in conversations which mostly consist of you nodding along to everything he rambles out, the other students are surprised at just how much he’ll go on and on and on, most of the rambles completely unintelligible even by the masters of Inumaki interpreters. You can tell he’s getting close to starting when his words start to become less and less frequent , seeing the little cogs in his brain turning as he stares at your usual course. You normally take a deep breath as he stands, giving his legs a small stretch before racing ahead, leaving you in the dust. You always meet at the vending machines after training, Inumaki always chooses to do a lap or two more than you.
Yoshino Junpei:
He does couples yoga with you on Wednesdays with some old ladies in his neighbourhood. You’re not as flexible as he is, but good god is it nice to see him fold himself like a pretzel every week. Highlight of your week. He was shy about it at first hearing about Yuuji’s intense training at the gym, but once you joined him and made a fool of yourself trying to compete with him, he felt a lot better. He may not have the physical capability to pick you up, but he can climb you like a goddamn jungle gym.
Gojo Satoru:
You’d like to think he’d train and you’d be right. At least that’s what he thinks training is, which is walking barefoot in the wilderness to reconnect his life force with the earth, but he really just wants to be barefoot in the woods. He tells you (lies) and says that he likes to jog in the woods. So of course you bring your joggers and appropriate footwear and you arrive to find him sitting on a rock with already cold black coffee from Starbucks in his hand and eating a cake pop. He immediately proceeds to tell you that you should’ve told him you wanted coffee and cake pops then maybe he would’ve saved some for you (he wouldn’t). You’re almost 100% sure he took you out here to murder you, but when he takes his shoes off, wearing no socks underneath and proceeds to walk deep straight into the thick woods, you have completely lost your mind and he’s just about ready to regain his.
Nanami Kento:
You mention that you are a bit rusty and need some training most likely within earshot of Nanami and suddenly you are woken up at 5 in the morning with him hovering over you. His training is an intense full body, muscle straining 3 hours of testing his and your limit and your muscles hurt by the end. Sure you’ve been known to train from time to time, but the sheer amount of exercise you have done has probably worn you out for the next 3 weeks. Yet at 5am you are woken up again. You don’t say no of course, how could you when training with you has probably been the most you’ve seen Nanami emote almost ever. Your muscles are throbbing by the time it’s 8am, but instead of nodding politely and continuing his daily routine. He sets a small bento box next to you with a thank you, nods and continues his routine, excusing himself to shower. You happily eat the small breakfast he made you. He absolutely woke up at 4am just to prepare a reward for you at the end of training and continues to do this for as long as you train. He slowly makes them bigger as you get better at his training routine, making sure to feed you well and lingering just a little longer to watch you wolf down his prepared meal, smiling softly as you look satisfied.
Ijichi Kiyotake:
This man has never run a mile in his life and yet when you asked him to train with you he almost busted his pants. He came wearing what he thought would be appropriate gym wear, something akin to a school sports uniform, but found you in probably the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. You started training without him and you were already building a good sweat and now he was building quite a sweat as well. You don’t expect him to join, content with him watching you and keeping you company, but he insisted on joining in on one of your sets as soon as you paid enough attention to him. He tried. You basically held him up as you helped him take a seat, he was about to burst as he felt the heat from your sweaty sweaty body next to his. That’s the gist of what you could say. He really tried, but by the end he was so out of breath, you decided to stop your training early to take him out for breakfast to make up for the amount of squats he had done for you which drove him even crazy as you insisted to pay for the food and drinks and basically anything he needed to be back in a normal state. You both agreed to keep him off the gym mats forever and he opted to watch you for a bit before you ended so you could get breakfast together.
“Whoa there,” Childe catches you before you can throw yourself into another pile of work. “Slow down, comrade. When was the last time you took a break?”
He recognises it; the desperation hidden in your tone when you tell him there’s too much to do to mess around, and that you were fine.
You were obviously not fine. Childe has seen many work themselves to the bone only to burn out in terrible ways. He doesn’t want that to happen to you - selfishly, he likes you better with some light in your eyes.
“Then how about this? Come have lunch with me, and I swear I’ll let you get back to work after.” He extends his hand to you, palm up, with a boyish smile. You wonder if he’s been in your position before, in some shape or form. “But you have to promise not to think about work while we’re hanging out, alright? Focus on one target at a time.”
“…Traveler.” Zhongli’s voice is gentle as he sets a teapot onto your desk. A calming aroma drifts from it; when did he brew that? Were you so distracted that you hadn’t heard him?
The man only chuckles at the question written on your face. “I’ve been here for a while.” He gestures to the window, sunlight streaming in like ribbons from a dance. “You’ve been working for hours.”
…You didn’t have the time for what he was suggesting. There would be other days, where–
When you meet those amber eyes, you feel your excuses deflate. “…Perhaps I’ll go for a walk, just a short one.”
There’s amusement in the way he pretends this wasn’t the outcome he was hoping for - for you to take a break, however short, and remember there was a world outside filled with color. A bit of the weight on your shoulders lifts as you take a walk with him, allowing your world to slow down.
“Catching up… to me?” Ganyu repeats in surprise. Understanding crosses her face when she realises how her work habits must’ve made you feel. Guilt comes next; she’s promised you a long time ago that she would take care of herself, but it seems like she’s failed to recognise when you started to need the same attention.
“Y/N, please don’t ever feel like you have to match or surpass anyone’s progress.” Ganyu’s gaze holds yours, and you’re unable to look away. She takes both your hands to give them a squeeze.
“There is value in you regardless of work results. You’re plenty irreplaceable without pushing yourself like this; your friendship in itself has made an impact on me, more than you’d know.”
“I… I wish to be someone you can rely on, just as you’ve accepted my insecurities.” Ganyu laughs lightly. “I suppose in that way, we’re both hoping to catch up with one-another, so don’t treat yourself too harshly, alright?”
“Whoa there,” Childe catches you before you can throw yourself into another pile of work. “Slow down, comrade. When was the last time you took a break?”
He recognises it; the desperation hidden in your tone when you tell him there’s too much to do to mess around, and that you were fine.
You were obviously not fine. Childe has seen many work themselves to the bone only to burn out in terrible ways. He doesn’t want that to happen to you - selfishly, he likes you better with some light in your eyes.
“Then how about this? Come have lunch with me, and I swear I’ll let you get back to work after.” He extends his hand to you, palm up, with a boyish smile. You wonder if he’s been in your position before, in some shape or form. “But you have to promise not to think about work while we’re hanging out, alright? Focus on one target at a time.”
“…Traveler.” Zhongli’s voice is gentle as he sets a teapot onto your desk. A calming aroma drifts from it; when did he brew that? Were you so distracted that you hadn’t heard him?
The man only chuckles at the question written on your face. “I’ve been here for a while.” He gestures to the window, sunlight streaming in like ribbons from a dance. “You’ve been working for hours.”
…You didn’t have the time for what he was suggesting. There would be other days, where–
When you meet those amber eyes, you feel your excuses deflate. “…Perhaps I’ll go for a walk, just a short one.”
There’s amusement in the way he pretends this wasn’t the outcome he was hoping for - for you to take a break, however short, and remember there was a world outside filled with color. A bit of the weight on your shoulders lifts as you take a walk with him, allowing your world to slow down.
“Catching up… to me?” Ganyu repeats in surprise. Understanding crosses her face when she realises how her work habits must’ve made you feel. Guilt comes next; she’s promised you a long time ago that she would take care of herself, but it seems like she’s failed to recognise when you started to need the same attention.
“Y/N, please don’t ever feel like you have to match or surpass anyone’s progress.” Ganyu’s gaze holds yours, and you’re unable to look away. She takes both your hands to give them a squeeze.
“There is value in you regardless of work results. You’re plenty irreplaceable without pushing yourself like this; your friendship in itself has made an impact on me, more than you’d know.”
“I… I wish to be someone you can rely on, just as you’ve accepted my insecurities.” Ganyu laughs lightly. “I suppose in that way, we’re both hoping to catch up with one-another, so don’t treat yourself too harshly, alright?”
[ vik lives in my mind rent-free and i would do anything for this white man ANYWAYS- ]
+whenever he’s working in the lab (basically 24/7), you come in and pass out on the couch, you’re actually the reason why there’s a couch there, it would be cruel of him to let you keep sleeping in uncomfortable chairs
+the sounds of his pencils scratching his notebooks and the sparks and clangs of his tinkering are like lullabies, he used to try to be as quiet as possible whenever you fell asleep in his lab but you insisted that the background noise was nice
+nah bc this man would be trying so hard to hammer nails or use blowtorches in slow motion as if that would make it quieter
+when you get closer in your relationship, you spend less time laying on the couch and more time on his lap ayOOOO
+he says you’re distracting him from his work but if you dare try to get off of him he will pull you back down at the speed of light (he’s so touch starved but you probably are too LMAO)
+leaves little kisses on your temples and absolutely adores your light snores, sometimes pauses whatever he’s doing just to admire how peaceful you look
+he appreciates when you stay awake to listen to him talk about his observations and discoveries and mindless rambling, you rarely understand what he’s talking about but you enjoy hearing him talk nonetheless
+he thinks it’s kind of perfect how low-maintenance you are, all he needs to do is let you relax in his lap and narrate his actions in that beautiful smooth czech accent of his in your ears and you’re happy AND he can still get his work done (work is his spouse, you’re the side hoe who gets free asmr)
+when he (an extremely rare occurrence) finally takes breaks, you pull him onto the couch and force him to take a nap with you, this man truly needs it- have you SEEN his eyes
+most of the time he’s the big spoon bc he’s most likely taller than you and it’s more comfortable- but also because it makes it easier for him to escape your grasp if he needs to get back to work even though it pains him to do so
+hold him sometimes tho, he needs it
+jayce will sometimes walk in to talk to viktor but immediately halts in his tracks if he sees you two sleeping peacefully, he’s grateful that his fellow hextech partner has someone like you to take care of him
“(work is his spouse, you’re the side hoe who gets free asmr)”
NO BC THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT WHILE READING THE PENCIL PART
Plot summary: Bayonetta being a platonic yandere, and how she’d fare should you perish.
This Contains: Overbearing behaviour, angst, character death (receiving). Possibly OOC
Note:you’re probably wondering why I haven’t posted for a long time! Well, truth be told, I’ve been… Lazy. But! I’ve been trying to get back into the swing of things, get back into writing. Here’s some headcanons for Bayonetta! To tide youse over until I post again. Tbh, this was going to be shorter but…. I ended up making it longer and sadder then needed. So yeh, enjoy~
She will protect you with her life, that is a given. You mean the world to her, for you are her little one.
Whether you were born from her or simply a child she found later on, Bayonetta would feel no different about loving, caring, and raising you as her own.
Will tease you, I’m sorry. She just likes pushing your buttons a little. But it’s nothing severe, and she just adores when you laugh or giggle at her antics.
Never have any doubts about yourself, little one. Mother Bayonetta is your absolute wingwoman. You’re perfect, and should never be ashamed of yourself.
Will encourage you to flaunt your natural beauty. After all, you are the child of the famed witch, shake what your mother gave you!
Should you have the spiritual energy required for it, Bayonetta would train you like an Umbran Witch, making you especially efficient in the Bullet Arts. Despite her confidence, she knows she can’t always protect you, so it’s better you learn how to defend yourself as well.
Should you not, then Bayonetta will be extremely protective of you. Will not want you leaving her side much at all, especially when the threat of angles are always around the corner. She can’t afford anything to happen to you. She won’t let anything happen you, she swears it.
If you were alive during the Witch Hunts, then Bayonetta (or Cereza) would absolutely refuse to leave you be. Even if you’re a capable witch yourself, she won’t leave you for even a second. You, Bayo, and Jeanne will be going together to find Rosa. No exceptions.
If you died during that time, Bayonetta would be heartbroken. Her darling, little one, just… Killed. Like some animal. She wouldn’t be the same, not after losing her brightest joy in the world, and that added onto her mother’s death will push Bayonetta over the edge. She’d simply give up, unable to fight anymore. All her confidence, all that self-reassurance, gone with the winds - just like you.
She can’t even say you’re in a better place now, as it’s extremely likely you’re wandering the depths of inferno, forever. And that thought alone will crush her even more. She had failed you.
Even in the future, where all her memories are forgotten, Bayonetta still feels empty inside. There’s this subtle sense of sadness in her, something no one, not even herself, can tell why. She can feel the ghost of your memories in her heart and yet, she can’t exactly recall who you are.
In this scenario, Bayonetta’s assault against the angles are just that much more brutal and ferocious. It’s abnormal for her to express her anger in such an overt way, there’s barely any teasing or flirtatious remarks. Just pure slaughter.
When she does remember who you are, she will allow that confident walls of hers to crumble down in the dirt. Bayonetta is a woman who keeps her negative emotions in the back of her head and yet, with you, she can’t help but let her grief overcome her. It’s at that one moment she will feel all the more hopeless. What is the point of this battle, if she won’t ever see you again? Her little one is gone forever..
But she can’t give up. No, she can’t. Your death would be for nothing if she did. She’s pushed into a fury powered by your death, Rosa’s death, and that of the Umbra clan. She will avenge you, she will. Bayonetta will not fail you again.
Baldur and Jubileus’ defeat is especially gruesome.
There will always be a hole in Bayonetta’s heart. She could move past the near-eradication of the Umbra clan, she can move past the death of her mother, but she cannot leave your death behind her. That is something that will always haunt her.
Bayonetta will carry you with her always and forevermore. You will always be in her heart, that precious smile and adorable memories permanently engrained. There will be days where having your memory with her will be maddening, causing her raw nature of confidence to falter at the seams. But not once would she trade them away. Always and forever, Bayonetta will keep your memory alive within her.
Plot summary: you manage to kill yandere Tanjiro, and you couldn’t be more happy about it.
This Contains: yandere themes, abductions, gore.
Note:Hittin’ ya with two posts today! We always see darling getting kidnapped and never being able to do anything about it… But what if they did? What if they managed to actually kill the yandere? Here’s my take on it! Also, first fanfic! Yay!
You don’t know how you did it.
You don’t know where this sort of strength and power came from.
You don’t even remember how you managed to get him like this.
But now, you can’t stop.
You can’t stop shoving the blade inside of his chest. You can’t stop admiring how blood is slowly staining his checkered clothing.
You can’t stop the overwhelming rage and desire to hurt him storming inside of you. You can’t even think straight, because all of your thoughts are reaching the same conclusion again, and again, and again.
Kill the bastard. Make him suffer. Make him ROT.
For ages you’ve spent cooped up in this small building, isolated from the outside world, unable to escape because of him. That sick, deceptive boy who made you believe he was a hero. Tanjiro…Tanjiro Kamado. That name brought only bitterness to you as you recited it in your head, and so the force of your blade stabbed deeper into his body.
He had saved you once from a demon attack, but he had gotten hurt terribly in the process. You tended to him as a way to repay him for what he did, cleaning his wounds and caring for his damaged body the best you could, and soon you and Tanjiro grew closer and closer together. He talked so sweetly to you, and you couldn’t help but sympathize for him and his sister. Like many, they had been through a lot and lost so much, and you appreciated him at the time that he was so willing to open up to you.
And then, he took a turn in personality, becoming clingy and possessive as your relationship with him grew. He began to touch you in ways that made you uncomfortable, but when he was confronted with this knowledge he would only mutter a half-assed apology and kept a distance between you two, only to resume his touching with you some time later.
Then, those touches lingered longer, and soon he began pushing you into a life of isolation where only you and him existed. It was suffocating. HE was suffocating. And soon, you began to distance yourself from him in any way you could. But that proved to be almost impossible.
Everywhere you went, he was there. Sometimes it was obvious, like seeing him in the same street and him approaching you, saying how he just happened to be there. But other times, he managed to conceal himself from you. Back then, you weren’t too sure why you felt sudden chills run down your spine, that uneasy feeling that made it seem like something was watching you.
Now, it made sense why you felt such a presence. He was there.
And of course, there was the manipulation. Every time you tried to pull away, Tanjiro retold the stories of his tragic life, making you pity him so you wouldn’t leave. He would go on about how happy you make him, how ever since he met you he’s felt so at peace with himself. How you’ve managed to quell the demons inside of him, the horrible voices and visions he has of his family. You made him complete, and a part of you couldn’t help but feel pitiful for him.
And then, there were others. Oh how he pulled you away from others just to keep your company on him. How he wouldn’t let go of your hand, how he HATED seeing other people, especially other men, talking and interacting with you. He always hid away that dark and territorial look through the veil of a friendly facade, sometimes you were even fooled into believing it.
Sometimes.
Finally, it became too much. Way too much. And your breaking point was when he began to practically sniff you. That, along with the touches that stayed too long and became far too intimate, was enough for you to break off the friendship you both had built. Or rather, the friendship Tanjiro tried desperately to keep whole and evolve, until he made it all crumble away.
“Look– Tanjiro, I can’t do this anymore. I’ve been trying really hard to be nice to you, but you’re… You’re just being a creep!” You blurted out, not attempting to hide the disgusted look on your face. The look of pain that washed over his usually bright features could make almost anyone feel pity for him, but not you. “Y-Y/N, what? I… I’m sorry, I just-” his words were halted when you spoke up again, not allowing him to finish his sentence, because all you wanted to do was leave already “I don’t care what excuse you have Tanjiro! I don’t, and never WILL, like you touching me like that!? I don’t wanna be friends anymore. Don’t look for me, don’t try and talk to me, just leave me alone!”You shouted, ready to run away as far as you can from him. “Y/N, please don’t say that! Just-” “No! Enough, I’m going!”. And then, everything changed for you.
You remember how he grabbed your wrist, refusing to let you leave. You remember how he restrained you, even when you tried to kick and scream, he merely held onto you, and knocked you out before anyone could see. When you awoke, you only saw darkness. Your wrists were tied and so were your legs. Your mouth was gagged, and your eyes were covered. It was only until a hand removed that blindfold did your sluggishness disappear. Because in front of you was the last person you ever wanted to see… Tanjiro.
You remembered how wide eyed he looked, spouting off apology after apology, going on about how he ‘had to do it’, how he couldn’t afford to lose you, how he loved you. How he was doing this for you. For us. Even when you struggled against the ropes, even when you spouted sounds of desperation, anger, fear, even when you were close to crying; he would say it was for your own good.
And he would say the same thing again and again, with guilty eyes and a shaking form, as he pelted your body with punishment after punishment for your behaviour and escape attempts. Even when you cried out in pain, or begged him to stop, Tanjiro would say the same thing over and over again. 'i’m sorry, but I have to do this. Please, Y/N, don’t make this harder then it needs to be…!’.
Eventually, you learned how to play along. You pretended, to love him, to care about him and his wellbeing. To comfort him when he needed it, to allow him to press his filthy lips against your skin, to embrace you in his arms after a long day. You were convincing, for he never suspected deception, and that you merely acted like he meant something to you. Or perhaps he was stuck in his fantasy land, delusionally thinking you truly cared about him.
How far from the truth he was. Because he would never know how far the hate and anger you harboured for him went.
You missed your home, your real home. You missed the others, family and friends, even strangers you had no real idea of, you missed them. You missed your old life, all you wanted was your old life. But that seemed like a distant dream now, as you were chained and bounded to the room you and him shared. A bird trapped in a cage was what you were, and the hope of escape grew smaller and smaller with each and every passing day.
So you’ll never forget the rush of happiness you had when a sharp knife presented itself to you during your roam about the house. Tanjiro had allowed you some freedom while he tended to his work, leaving you completely unoccupied by any eyes. He knew you didn’t know the area well, having kept you tightly locked in the confines of the building. And besides, he could always find you even if you tried to run away again, and the last thing either of you wanted was another punishment.
You held the knife in your hand as if it were an exotic treasure, which, in a way, was to you. The idea of finally escaping him through suicide was extremely appealing, as you’d not only leave him behind but also leave him in a world of utter despair at the sight of your corpse. You almost did it had it not been for another idea.
You wanted him to suffer, you wanted him to pay for stripping you of your freedom and humanity. Having found this knife against all odds brought you a spark of hope that had originally died out, a hope for freedom. A hope for vengeance. All you had to do was wait, and wait, and wait, until the opportunity opened itself to you.
And finally, FINALLY, your time had come. And it was marvelous, and it was grand, and it was so, so satisfying.
“Y…y/n..!-”stab, cut, slash… The sounds of his pained and dying voice were almost angelic, like it had been your first time hearing the melodies of music before. You looked into his eyes, those big and broken eyes, as you drove the blade deeper into his chest. Poor Tanjiro was struggling to breath, his eyes staring aimlessly into the void as all he could feel were his lungs being punctured and the taste of blood filling his mouth. His blood. “…y..y/n-” stab, gut, stab. Again and again you plunged that knife mercilessly into his body, tearing deeper into the holes of his organs while painting the blade, the floor, walls, and especially yourselves in the red shades of blood. He grabbed desperately at your clothing, feebly trying to get you off or stop you from killing him, but his motions were slow and weak; every last ounce of his energy gone.
The euphoria you felt when his eyes went dim and his sounds became silent was beyond anything you had ever experienced during your entire stay in this nightmare. The way his blood and tears stained his heartbroken face made him look like a morbid masterpiece. You heaved and huffed as you stabbed the knife one last time into his heart, before finally collapsing on your side. You were tired, having spent so much of your energy into murdering your abductor, but never had you felt so happy.
As you stared at the dead body of Tanjiro Kamado, your head began to clear up, and soon other thoughts consumed you. You didn’t know how you were going to make your way out of this foreign area. You didn’t know how you were going to fare should a demon or wild animal be lurking around. You didn’t know how you’d make your way back home. And you didn’t know how everyone would react when they would find his body here at this building, the beloved Tanjiro, murdered in cold blood.
But there was one thing you did know. You had avenged yourself and freed yourself from the shackles this man had placed on you. You had killed him, you were safe from him. And as your eyes looked into the side of his, you could only mutter a few words at the sight before you.
gn reader | arranged marriage au | angst to fluff | warnings: divorce mention, alcohol, abusive parents, arguing
your marriage to kiyoomi was not what you imagined it would be. he hated you and you didn’t know why. with your hopes of a happy marriage dashed, you decided to leave him after just one year. the divorce papers were drawn and your bags were packed, but what he reveals makes you reconsider.
wc: 2.2k | gn reader | angst to fluff+smut | warnings: jealousy, arguing, hickeys, thigh riding, slight choking
> you can come and get your things tomorrow. (2:12 pm)
shoto rolled his eyes at your message before slipping his phone into his coat pocket. it seemed that you were a lot more upset about your argument last week than he had thought. he didn’t think you had really meant it when you suggested ending things that night. since then, shoto had gone back to his family’s estate, wanting to give you space before he would return and talk things through with you.
it was just a silly argument. that’s how he remembered it, at least. that night he had been so exhausted, wanting nothing more than to sleep off the stresses of the day but you were adamant on arguing with him about something as trivial as an offhand joke.
ignoring the usual stares and whispers coming from the people around him, shoto paid for his items and left the shop to make his way to your apartment. you may have told him to come tomorrow, but he knew better than to let the situation fester any longer. he had already let too much time go by and knowing how stubborn you were, he wasn’t going to get on your good side easily.
when he got to your door, he didn’t bother knocking and immediately entered the passcode he had grown accustomed to using for months. it was his and your birth months. that always made him smile. but instead of hearing the familiar click of the door unlocking, there was silence as the numbers on the keypad flashed red.
you changed the code.
tension gripped him tight as he briefly considered the possibility that you might actually be done with him. it took everything in shoto to refrain from simply freezing the lock and kicking your door down. instead, he let out a deep breath and calmed down before knocking. you probably would have loved to get a rise out of him like that. luckily he was in a good mood and only wanted to make amends with you.
he might not have shown it enough but shoto loved you deeply, you were the first relationship he had taken seriously after all. it was curious, the effect a stubborn, quirkless assistant had on him. not that he would ever admit that.
“who is it?” you drawled from the other side.
“it’s me.”
shoto heard some shuffling from inside before your footsteps drew closer. when you opened the door, the sight of you made the already strained grin on his face fall.
before him, you stood in an outfit too dressy for just spending the day off lounging around your apartment like usual. you looked like you put a little more effort than necessary into your appearance. you preferred not to go out much and you didn’t know he was coming today so why were you dressed so nicely? whowere you dressed so nicely for?
his expression now dark, shoto shifted his gaze behind you to scan for any signs of another person in the apartment.
“um, what are you doing here? i told you to come tomorrow,” you said nervously, slightly closing the door to obstruct his view.
unsettled by your behavior, shoto shoved the flowers he had gotten you into your hands and pushed his way inside. he quickly noticed the two wine glasses on the counter and the low music playing in the living room.
“yeah? so you can have a little fun with whatever asshole you have in here?” shoto seethed.
you calmly watched as he made his way through your apartment, stomping furiously in search of what he most likely suspected was a secret lover. after he ripped open your bedroom door, a sly grin played on your lips. you had succeeded. so that was what a jealous shoto todoroki looked like.
you delicately set your favorite flowers on the counter as he continued opening every single door in your apartment. he even looked under the bed. shoto heard you giggling behind him and whipped around to face you. when you saw the absolute fury in his eyes, however, you began to rethink your whole plan.
“who the hell was here with you, y/n?” he stalked closer to you.
a chill ran down your spine and you mentally scrambled to decide whether to continue your game or defuse the situation. of course, no one had actually been there with you. all you wanted to do was give him a taste of his own medicine and make him feel how you did.
last week you were both at an event honoring shoto and a few of his colleagues for their achievements as heroes. things were going fine until one of his friends, denki, had made a joke that rubbed you the wrong way.
“is this your date, todoroki? wow, what a looker! i hope you told your work-wife momo about them, you player.”
you knew it was a joke but when shoto only laughed along and made no move to reassure you, along with the fact that you caught momo blushingat him all night,your jealousy flared. when you confronted shoto about it later on, all he did was give you a bored shrug and say it was just denki being an idiot. maybe he was, but you weren’t. you knew momo would have loved to be with shoto, her self-admitted crush back in high school. in fact, the whole country already shipped the two heroes together romantically. it had never really bothered you until then.
in a moment of insecurity and frustration, you told shoto you couldn’t date someone so unconcerned about your feelings and suggested breaking up. the words had just spilled out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. you thought he would tell you that he was sorry, that he loved you and you alone. you didn’t expect him to give you a blank expression before grabbing his keys and leaving.
“i’m not doing this with you right now. you’re being ridiculous, y/n.” he had said.
angry and hurt, you spent the following week ignoring his existence at the agency and shooting him glares when he wasn’t looking. you knew he wasn’t seeing momo behind your back or anything, but when he spent a whole day patrolling with her and still hadn’t tried to speak to you… you wanted to get even. it was petty, but your feelings were hurt. and not wanting to be the first one to apologize, you decided to pull a harmless prank on him instead.
but as you stared at him in that moment, when he looked so furious and on the brink of possibly burning down your apartment, you regretted it all.
“answer me, y/n.”
“no one! i’m sorry!” you admitted. “it was just a joke! nobody was here!”
his deadly expression didn’t falter. “a joke.”
“i wanted to make you jealous… because i was still mad… about before.” you cringed, feeling childish as you uttered the words.
shoto let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound right now?”
you wished you hadn’t apologized. your anger was reignited and you were taken back to that night all over again.
“stop calling me ridiculous! you’re the one with a side-chick at work! now you know how i felt! you’re lucky i didn’t really have someone here. maybe i should-”
before you could even finish, shoto had grabbed you and thrown you over his shoulder effortlessly before making his way to your bedroom. “wait-shoto!”
you let out a huff as he dropped you onto your bed. just as you were about to sit up, shoto straddled you, his knees trapping your legs in place and his hands pinning yours above your head.
“so you think i’m fucking yaoyorozu? is that it?”
he was so close you almost couldn’t think straight. in that position, you were embarrassed but didn’t want to give him the upper hand by reacting, so you turned your face away from him defiantly.
that was a mistake. shoto only chuckled darkly before pressing his lips to your neck, inching closer and closer to the spot under your ear that always made you melt. that combined with his hips on top of yours had you reeling.
“don’t tell me you actually believe that,” he whispered against your skin.
“maybe. you don’t even care abou-” a gasp escaped you when he bit down on your neck before smoothing over the spot with his tongue.
“when have i ever given you a reason to think that i want anyone else, hm?”
you halfheartedly struggled in his grasp, wanting to have an actual discussion with him but desperately aching for more of his touch. it was as if he had filled your every sense, clouding your judgment. he was so addicting and he knew it. you were sure that if you just gave in, shoto would give you everything you wanted. when he repositioned himself so that one of his knees was in between your legs, you knew it was over.
“oh my god…fuck,” you whined, slowly grinding your hips against him.
shoto stopped his assault on your neck and pulled away. he looked down at you and shook his head disapprovingly despite the smirk on his face.
“no, baby. we’re talking, remember? finish that sentence.”
you almost forgot what you were even upset about until he slid his knee away, taking your pleasure along with it.
“no, no, no,” you begged. “i’m sorry, sho. please.”
warmth and triumph spread through his chest at your words. you never had to beg him too much, he’d always given you what you wanted. but after a week apart, he wanted to enjoy your desperation a little longer.
unpinning one of your hands, shoto slowly trailed his fingers down the side of your face before gently gripping your neck. “say it.”
“what?”
“earlier, you were saying ‘maybe i should…’ maybe you should what, baby?”
letting out a frustrated sigh, you turned your face away. “maybe i should…call midoriya cute nicknames at work too.”
shoto’s eye twitched. he didn’t think you’d say something like that. and he really didn’t think you’d dare to utter another man’s name in bed- especially his best friend’s name.
“i know this was stupid.. i just… i have to hear about you and her being perfect together so much. and when you didn’t even care that i was upset it hurt my feelings.”
his anger immediately depleted, shoto smiled down at you softly before kissing your forehead. he wasn’t really tempted to tease you anymore after seeing the distant look in your eyes. the fact was that shoto didn’t want momo. he felt nothing even remotely romantic towards her, so when you were jealous last week, he found the whole idea insulting and a waste of time. he hadn’t even come up with that stupid nickname and certainly never called momo his work-wife. that combined with him already being so exhausted with work, he didn’t care to argue about it.
he knew he shouldn’t have left that night and even planned on apologizing the next day, but when he saw how adorably determined you were to give him the cold shoulder, he decided to play along. if he had known you were truly hurt, he would never have let you go a week thinking he didn’t care.
wanting to make it up to you, shoto slid his thigh back up between your legs and grabbed your hips to move you just how you liked it. "i don’t want anyone else, y/n. you know that right?”
’“i- i know,” you moaned in response. “but she wants you.”
“well that’s just too bad,” he leaned down again to press a kiss to your lips. “because i only love you.”
you shuddered at his words, pleasure pooling in your lower stomach. sensing how close you were, shoto slid his hand into your jeans and between your legs while he deepened the kiss, hurling you toward your orgasm. he swallowed your moans in his mouth and let out a pleasured sound of his own at the taste. he was unbearably hard, but you were all that mattered at the moment and he had all night to make up for lost time.
as you caught your breath, shoto settled himself beside you and gently pulled you into him to rest your head on his chest. after sitting in comfortable silence for a while, he spoke.
“i’m sorry about that night. i didn’t mean to hurt you. i love you, y/n. so much and i shouldn’t have left you alone. i should have been there for you after you told me how you felt. i never want you to have doubts like that again. will you forgive me?”
he felt you smile against him as you let out a hum.
“i love you too, sho. but don’t let anyone be called your work-wife or whatever else.” you hugged him a little tighter. “you’re mine.”
gazing down at you lovingly, shoto lightly traced his fingers up and down your back and kissed the top of your head. “of course. i’m yours. only yours.”
you exhaled, satisfied. “same.”
“are you sleepy?” he asked teasingly.
“i don’t like being mad at you, it’s tiring.”
“hm. you changed the door code. i almost panicked.”
“i was being dramatic…” you murmured. “i didn’t think you’d react like that though. i thought i really messed up.”
“you were enjoying some of it.”
“maybe just a little.”
shoto grinned. “you’re ridicu-”
before he could finish, you rolled on top of him and claimed his lips with your own.
A/N: just a quick fic while i work on getting out of a writer’s block with my other stories. my friend’s bf said he had a “work wife” last week and we were like… what.. i need to write more for bnha anyway. i’m also working on some 'getting back together’ headcanons for bnha and haikyu so those might be up soon! ᵔ◡ᵔ
daichi with a sensitive neck, and a reader w a love for hickies + g/n reader!
nsfw !!
not proofreaded yet :,) might be typos
sometimes daichi likes acting indifferent when it comes to your advances, usually when he’s doing work and you’re being needy.
you love the way your boyfriend reacts when you press open mouthed kisses onto his neck, a sadistic smile always finding its way onto your face.
annoyed from lack of attention, sitting on your boyfriends lap originally just to be closer, you’re now on your usual routine of “getting daichi away from work”. hickies strewn from his jawline down his neck, how pretty he looked. you could feel his erection pressing into you, he was trying to keep his breaths low but they were coming out raggedy and desperate.
you make sure to leave the violet marks on the front of his neck, one next to his adam’s apple. your favorite part is always after and seeing him try to figure out how to cover them the next day, always laughing when he throws on a hoodie and tries to tie the drawstrings to cover them. you knew he was getting desperate when he started mumbling out your name like a mantra, his needy voice sending arousal straight through you.
“fuck- just give me a few more minutes.” he breathed out. your answer was obvious when you blatantly ignored him, instead licking and pressing kisses into the reddening love bites, feeling his dick twitch every time. his work long and abandoned while his hands finally settle onto your hips, moving your hips to slowly grind.
“i wonder what people would think if they seen daichi sawamura moaning under little ol’ me.” you taunt at him, he just sends a light smack to your ass. definitely his reminder of who’s usually doing all of the mean talking, he’s definitely going to treat you like a bitch after this.
you know that although you’re the one that has daichi panting and squirming under you right now, he’s going to put you back into your place. you crying under him while he ignores your cries of sensitivity, but the hickies that will cover his neck and chest while he presses your knees into your chest make him look all the better.
a/n: just a short one since i haven’t posted in what’s felt like a while, i’m t i r e d so maybe i’ll do some drabbles more often!
