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get his ass daichi

"hold on... isn't your leg still injured?" you ask, pulling away from hungry kisses peppered along your chin and down your collarbone in haste. there's sudden alarm in your voice that barou seems to completely disregard as his hand continues to cup the underside of your thigh, eyes bidding you to forget it and continue.

but by now the moment is lost, and your hand is gently placed against his chest. he rolls his eyes, but lets go, and you see it again - a slight wince as he shifts the weight off of his knee and resumes his position sat next to you on the couch.

he says nothing more than a slight grumble under his breath and returns his eyes away from the unwatched movie before you. your heart is still beating and your face is still flushed, but you press on.

"shoei."

he doesn't look at you, arms crossed over his chest.

"yeah."

"your knee?"

his jaw clenches.

"what about it?"

"what did the doctors say?" you press, now leaning forward yourself to glance at him. he tries to avert his gaze, but you stare so hard that he's unable to ignore you. you helped bandage that very knee earlier today; he cannot pretend the injury does not exist.

"two more weeks."

you shake your head. "and yet you were on top of me."

the tick in his jaw returns and he cuts eyes directly at you.

"what if you don't heal properly and can't play again?" you glare back at him with just as much sass, but as you hold gazes for a few more moments in the shifting dark, his annoyance dissolves, replaced by a cheeky grin. he leans forward, enough that his lips nearly graze yours yet again, then looks down at your pout. heat flashes again through your neck and upper chest, and he can tell, pleased so. his mouth pecks at yours.

"if you're so worried, climb on top of me instead."

he has a point.

you swallow hard, but you'll do whatever your King asks of you.

usually.

AHHHHHHHHHH my two faves <3

Kiss Kiss Fall In Love 🌹🌸

Ouran Higschool Host Club AU with Daichi and his harem of captains

[Just for fun! Do not take characterizations too seriously]

sero promises to give you the best ten minutes of your life. when you ask why its only ten minutes he goes "🥺 cause you're really pretty im going to cum really fast'

CLEAN SHEETS

‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. established relationship, suggestive fluff, language, just a lil warm up blurb for the main man !

“babe, babe.. tetsu!” you gasp out, a laugh escaping you as kuroo pins you against the bed, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck. he pulled back, a little confused on why you were laughing but the sound of it always brought a smile to his face.

“what is it, pretty girl?” he smirks, his fingers coming up under your chin to pull you closer before what would’ve been a searing kiss. “tell me.”

“i- not here.” you rush out. kuroo recoiled slightly, shock and confusion settling into his features. before he could say or do anything you finish your thought, “i just cleaned the sheets.”

“seriously?” he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief, like he didn’t know what to do with you.

“do you wanna wash them after, then?” you snap, teasingly. he contemplates for a moment before shrugging and picking you up. “hey! w-where are we going?”

“well if i can’t fuck you in our bed, how about the shower?” he purred, lightly chuckling as he brought your towards the bathroom. “since you’re so worried about making a mess.”

tw: mentions of alcoholism/sobriety

Sober!Samu coming home from a really really fucking bad week at the shop and just collapsing onto the couch in his apartment in a boneless, dejected heap.

He shuts his eyes, a headache raging between his temples like a storm.

It's not often that Osamu laments being a business owner, or someone's boss, but he had to fire someone this week—a guy who no-called-no-showed one too many times, and that Samu's suspected has been skimming off the till at closing. He'd put the unpleasant task off as long as he possibly could—made an effort to be understanding about what circumstances may have led his employee to that point—but it was starting to impact the other staff members, and Samu has to look out for them, too. And then on top of all of that, the shop's walk-in has been acting up again, and he just got a quote for repairs that's gonna blow his budget for the month. 

He wants a drink.

It doesn't happen often these days, so many years into his sobriety, but occasionally (on the worst days) the desire rears its ugly, inveigling head.

He gives the call more thought than he ought to—the familiar siren song doomed to run him aground growing too loud in that quiet, vulnerable moment. He imagines shuffling to the refrigerator and grabbing a cold can from the bottom shelf where he used to keep them. He can almost hear the crack of the top and the and hiss of carbonation escaping the can as he opens it. Can practically feel the familiar burn of bubbles rushing down his throat, and taste the bitter, tannic flavour of hops on his tongue as he swallows it down. He could repeat the process until the thoughts in his head go quiet. Until everything feels a bit lighter. Until—

“Oh! You're home!"

Osamu opens his eyes and sees you standing in the doorway to his bedroom. Your bedroom now too, since you'd recently moved in—though he still sometimes has trouble believing it, since it feels too good to be true. You’re towelling at your hair, having evidently just washed, and looking at him with a bright, welcoming smile.

He watches your expression shift, sees it drop slightly, as your eyes take in his dispirited form.

“Just got here,” he offers weakly, attempting a smile to try and reassure you.

It doesn’t work.

You pad over to him at the sofa.

“You okay?” you ask him, your mouth curling down at the corners in quiet concern.

Osamu’s learned to read your face so well after all this time together, and he knows you’re the same. He knows that no matter what he says, no matter what lie he tries to offer you so that you won’t worry, you’ll still see the truth.

He shuts his eyes, and lets out a long, pained breath.

“Bad day.”

You crawl into his lap without replying, straddling his waist and resting between his spread thighs. You smell like the shower gel you always use, the one he likes so much, and you’re still warm from the bath. He breathes in deeply as you press yourself against him, using it to ground himself.

“Was just thinkin’ about havin' a drink,” he admits further, cracking one eye open to peer up at you. 

You don’t look surprised, or panicked. Just thoughtful. A pensive pinch between your brows as you smooth your hands along the front of his Onigiri Miya t-shirt.

“Don’t think that’s gonna make the day any better,” you finally offer him, your eyes meeting his.

He snorts. “Yeah, yer right.”

Osamu winds his arms around your waist, pulling you forward against his chest. You tuck your face into the crook of his neck, your fingers gripping his shirt tightly.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day,” you whisper into his skin, punctuating the sentiment with a featherlight kiss against his pulse point. 

“’S better now,” he says back warmly, holding you a bit tighter than before.

The two of you stay like that for a while, just letting him hold you. You occasionally press another kiss against his skin, and as heat rises in his cheeks, Osamu feels the tension of the day burning off with it. The siren song grows fainter in the mist.

You begin to kiss your way up his throat.

“Do you wanna do something to take your mind off things?” you ask him in between kisses.

Osamu hums, a deep, needy sound. “Whatcha got in mind?”

“We could watch a movie?” You kiss the edge of his jaw near his ear, skimming along his jawline towards his mouth. “Or we could go for a walk to the park? Bet the swing set’s free. Maybe even the seesaw if you’re lucky.”

Osamu laughs, seeking your lips with his own. Your mouth is sweet and obliging, like it always is, letting him press his way inside of it to taste you. You unconsciously roll your hips against his when he presses one hand down against the small of your back, and it makes his stomach clench when he feels the pressure of you grinding against his lap.

He wastes no time, flipping you over so you’re sprawled on your back against the sofa cushions. He holds himself up over you with a hand pinned beside your head while you stare up at him breathlessly, your eyes glassy and your gaze fond. Your lips are shiny with spit and Osamu’s never wanted to taste anything so bad in all his life, even though it’s something so familiar to him now.

“I am lucky,” he says, and your gaze softens affectionately at his words. He dips down until his lips are just brushing yours, the corners of his mouth pulling upwards slyly. “But think I have a better idea in mind.”

tobio sitting with his (absurdly round) baby in his lap, carefully using those little baby nail clippers to trim their finger and toenails. so so careful. so gentle. so diligent. holds their tiny hand up realllllly close to his face to make sure he did a good job. baby just sits there and gurgles happily the whole time, chewing on the strings of his hoodie.

me with kuroo omg

i was dating vash in my dream why did i wake up

haikyuu boys as dates i've been on

; genre/warnings - fluff

✎ drove to mc donald’s at 3 am, only because you said you wanted to do it for the aesthetic. told you he loved you for the first time in the backseat of his car, “for the aesthetic."

- iwaizumi, kuroo, bokuto, osamu, oikawa, tendou

✎ double date with your best friends at the mall. went to hamleys but you got kicked out because both of you were way too competitive about racing toy remote control cars.

- atsumu, hinata, kageyama, tanaka, terushima, atsumu

✎ chilling at his house in a pillow fort, while he desperately tries to teach you video games and sighs lovingly as you pout out of frustration again, not getting the video game. you end up napping in each other’s arms.

- kenma, suna, aran, semi

✎ going to a bookstore together, and he has to hold you back from blowing all your money there. you get coffee at a cafe after, comparing the books you each bought.

- AKAASHI, tsukkishima, yamaguchi, ushijima

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