𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔... thinks being a streamer stresses him out too much.
hell, gaming in itself stresses him out. if he continues on this path he's confident he'll have gray hairs before 40.
he doesn't know how long he's been streaming for. he turned on his camera after eating lunch and now the sun is beginning to set, and the man hasn't won a single competitive game in valorant. you told him he was ass at the game as a joke, and now your duo is moping over nonsense. he puts his head in his hands, elbows resting on the table that supports his gaming pc. his pink cat ear headphones begin to slip and fall off of his head, leaving a stupidly shaped dent in his white tufts of hair.
togenumaki: why're u ass at this game LMAO
yuujispace: cheer up gojo :(
on the other side of the stream, you laugh. you, his valorant duo for months now.
"chat, i don't know if i can keep doing this." he groans into his hands. "my duo is so mean to me."
your mouth drops, and you gasp— feigning innocence.
"come on, one more. i'm sure we'll win this one." you offer, leaning back in the reclined chair. the chat blows up with supportive comments, and with another grunt, gojo queues the two of you into another competitive game.
suguruniis: $10 he gets tilted n ffs before round 8
tojifushigrro: hardstuck diamond is crazy
nankentou: He's trying his best.
for someone like gojo, he tries to stay levelheaded during the duration of his games. key word: tries. that's until he's been playing all day and ends up losing his edge from earlier, and now all of a sudden he's arguing with his own goddamn teammates.
the man has a potty mouth, and it definitely does not help that he always has to have the last word.
you always sit back and listen to him bicker with your teammates; gojo constantly seems to be trying to get at someone, even if its unintentional.
suguruniis: remember when he told someone to kys and then got comms banned for a week
featuringnobara: LOL HE WHAT
gumigames: ?
"chat, don't listen to him. i'd personally never do such a thing."
when you snort, gojo's facade finally falls.
"remember when we played that one time and—" you begin, but gojo immediately cuts you off, recalling the same memory that you are about to humiliate him for.
"okay! anyways, guys. if we win this, my duo said she'll buy me ice cream." he shifts the conversation, and the chat erupts into a bunch of emojis.
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔... didn't mean to make his daughter cry.
your daughter clings to your left leg, hiding her little head in the empty crease of your clothed leg behind your knee. your husband's face drops, eyebrows crinkling in pain at the sound of his baby girl's wails, screams of torment and pain coming from her usual giggly lips...
it's heartbreaking.
she's crying... over the fact gojo let his beard grow out.
truth be told, he shaved weekly. it was a routine; you would stand next to him in the bathroom mirror and watch as he whips up the white shaving cream on his hands before lathering it onto his chiseled face and sharp of his jawline. gojo would shave with such precision, making sure every existing stubble was removed before kissing you again. it made him feel clean and was part of maintaining his charming, youthful look.
but recently, he's been so busy with his sorcerer missions.
your husband hadn't shaved in a few weeks, soft tufts of white springing from his chin and dotting his cupid's bow. while you found his stubble and beard quite handsome, your daughter did not.
she found it to be quite the opposite, actually.
"you're not dada!!" his daughter screams, sobs of fear becoming cries of anger and distress.
you can't help but stifle a laugh, motherly hand reaching back to gently stroke her head in an affectionate manner.
"pumpkin, that's dada." you try to soothe her, words gentle as your husband stands in shock over the fact his own three-year-old hasn't realized it's him.
"no!!" your daughter screams, voice trill as she shrieks in fear.
"baby..." you frown.
"no! no! no!!"
you sigh, crouching down to her level to soothe her. you gently kiss her forehead, watching as grubby little hands come up and hastily try to wipe away childish tears. the scary man, your husband, leaves— you assume to shave.
ten minutes later, said scary man returns with a clean-shaven face.
his heart softens at the sight of you and your daughter, sitting on her play mat together. his baby girl rests in your lap with a pouty lip, eyes glossy with previous tears. gojo feels bad for scaring his little pumpkin so badly.
"look, pumpkin." you say softly, pointing up at your husband. his face is still damp from his shave, but he's certainly regained a certain charm back from being bare faced.
"hi, baby."
"dada!" your daughter squeals, nearly tripping over herself to get off of your lap and into the warm confines of gojo's arms.
it's adorable, really... how his baby girl only recognizes him when he's clean shaven.
"hi there, baby. did ya miss me?" your husband smiles as your daughter grabs onto his face, little hands running over gojo's soft skin where prickly stubble once was.
a little chirpy giggle escapes your daughter.
the past image of the scary man is forgotten, and the only man that remains is a loving father. you laugh, heart full of warmth.
your little family was so funny, and it was yours to love.
❤︎ synopsis: baking cakes aren't easy, and your boyfriend doesn't make it any easier. you're two steps from being done, but the last thing you expected him to do was bend you over the counter before you were able to put the candles on.
❤︎ contents: MDNI. boyfriend! choso kamo x fem! reader, doting n very cutesy love, choso's a little bit of a pervert, ooc choso if u squint, reader is ditzy n hyper fem, dry humping/grinding, p -> v, kitchen counter sex, unprotected sex, lots of praise, very mild degradation, dom! choso, subby! reader n reader's first time, pet-names, food play, aftercare etc.
❤︎ wc: 2.8K
❤︎ authors note: hai guys i didnt forget about u, i hope u enjoy !! dont forget to reblog n like if uu didddd !! thank u guys for being sho patient w me !! ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ . . . tagging sum cho lovers !! @stopisa @todorokies
❤︎ 𝓢𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 & 𝓢𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ℳ𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
choso is a fan of vanilla.
vanilla, as in the flavor vanilla.
and vanilla sex, but you don’t know that.
technically, the two of you haven’t even done the deed yet.
the honeymoon stage was still very in tact between the two of you. choso’s cheeks get all rosy when your hand finds his and gives it a little squeeze, and he watches the way you fumble over your words when he calls you pretty. the love still feels new, and it isn’t getting any easier with the way you’re genuinely so shy around him. it’s been exactly three months, one week, two days, ten hours, and thirty minutes of being your boyfriend— choso is counting down simply because he likes to remember these things. they make him feel good about himself, confirming that he is indeed a dedicated and dutiful boyfriend.
he stands in your kitchen, leaning against a large column, gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low as he snacks on a bit of goldfish. there’s the faintest you promised you’d hang out with him today, but after realizing you had a girls party to attend, you figured you could crush two birds with one stone.
you called him earlier that morning, and of course, choso was more than willing to spend time with you. you’re a very fun, bright person with a smile made of a million brilliant suns… a smile he hopes to wake up to every morning instead of the sunlight itself.
“baking date…” your boyfriend interrupts your thoughts as you read the ingredients on the cardboard box of the vanilla cake mix. “pretty smart, sweetheart.”
you laugh at that, heart swelling in your chest.
“only because i totally forgot that the party was tonight,” you giggle.
“oh really? or is it because you knew i liked to bake?” your lover chuckles, deep voice pulling at his adams apple as he swallows down goldfish crackers.
his words make every train of thought in your head crash, metal wheels trembling against a delicate track that can’t hold itself together. even his deep voice makes you so nervous. the man was so charming in his own way… it’s no surprise that he charmed you too.
“i didn’t know you liked to bake, choso.” you giggle, standing up on your tippy toes to grab a bowl from the cupboard.
your skirt flutters a bit, and he catches the softest glimpse of your round behind. he clears the knot in his throat before speaking, trying to forget the way the sight of your cute little skirt is now a sight burned into the back of his mind.
“really? ‘cause i feel like i would’ve told you by now.” the dark haired man smiles, popping a goldfish cracker into his mouth. he’s nearing the end of goldfish crackers in his little snack bag, taking another bite before looking at where you stand at the marble kitchen counter..
your boyfriend brushes off the crumbs, walking to your side as you begin to compile the ingredients. three large eggs, one cup of water, and one third of a cup of vegetable oil. it can’t be that hard. it’s a boxed cake mix anyways. choso’s hand lightly brushes your own, fingertips trailing the soft ridges of your knuckles. the simple gesture nearly sends you into a frenzy. your hand on the cake box loosens, and you look up at him, surprised.
“is there something wrong?” choso asks, feigning innocence. you felt so innocent, the love felt so innocent— you were like a flower being unraveled for the first time under choso’s gentle hands.
he doesn’t mind peeling your petals back, a bird eager to taste your nectar and all it offered. he feels like a damn pervert with the way he cracks the eggs, mind more so focused on trying to figure out if you’re a virgin or not. hell, the two of you have barely even talked about sex in the relationship.
maybe you weren’t even the type of person who would indulge in such?
“so, who's going to this party?” your boyfriend asks curiously, watching as you crack the eggs into the large metal bowl. “i know you said some of your friends would be there.”
“mhm!” you chirp, tossing the eggshells into the trash. “i’m very excited, i haven’t seen some of them in a long time.”
your eyes catch a glimpse of the muscle of choso’s bicep as he whisks, muscle pulsing as he whisks the milky white of the eggs with ease. your mind is fuzzy with thoughts, and you tear your gaze away from him.
“making a cake though?” your boyfriend laughs, “surely you could’ve let me know it was a vanilla cake. i could’ve grabbed some ingredients beforehand. i do know how to bake, my flower.”
there it is again, that charming smile. the one that makes your heart skip a beat and makes your skin feel warm. even after being with choso this whole time, he still makes you so nervous. the way he moves and speaks, the electricity that pulses through your veins when his skin merely brushes yours.
it’s all too much sometimes.
by the time you’re helping him scoop the batter into the pan, your lover is positive he has a boner. he can feel it straining against the soft material of his pants, dick uncomfortably throbbing in the confines of his cotton boxers. he leans against the kitchen counter as you bend over, putting the cake batter into the oven.
choso’s eyes narrow, and he tilts his head at the sight. your plush thighs are barely being held together by your frilly white socks, skirt revealing the thin of your panties and the soft curve of your pussy’s print against it. he curses at himself mentally and would definitely be putting his head in his hands if it meant you weren’t going to be worried about him. you’ll ask him what’s wrong, and the problem is he isn’t sucking the gloss right off of your lips.
you were killing him, and you had no idea.
“okay! now, all we have to do is prepare the frosting and sprinkles.” you chirp, gathering the materials.
when choso doesn’t respond, you tilt your head, obviously worried. he’s not usually the quiet one, and his head is hanging down, thumb and pointer finger resting on his forehead. choso looks like he caught a fever, and you immediately panic.
“baby, are you okay?” you ask, putting the arrangement of sprinkles down to go to his side.
without warning, you immediately put your hands onto him. your left hand rests on his neck, right hand coming up to caress his face. choso feels a bit warm, but it doesn’t seem like something to be completely worried about.
“yeah, i’m fine.” he mutters, soft, feminine perfume of yours hitting his nostril and going straight to his dick. if he didn’t know any better, choso would’ve pushed you away just for a minute to catch his breath.
just finish the cake and you can go home and beat your dick alone in your apartment, he tells himself— a poor attempt of hyping himself up when in actuality, he’s ready to lick the ground you walk on. it’s pathetic, and surely if he expressed this, you would be uncomfortable… wouldn’t you be?
a few moments later, choso pulls the cake out of the oven. the kitchen smells warm and comfortable, and the vanilla cake baked itself into a recognizable light bronze color choso is used to seeing from his years of baking. he sets it on the counter and watches you flip the pan over, putting it on its side.
now the only thing left is for you to frost the cake and decorate it. choso figures you can do that yourself, helping you pop open the jar of sugary frosting beforehand. while you knife the frosting, he wraps his arms around your waist from the back, hiding his face in your exposed shoulder. you felt so soft, so warm in his arms… it felt content.
“thank you for helping me, cho.” you say, voice soft. “i really don’t know what i’d do without you.”
he mutters something incoherent, lips dragging against your skin. choso gives your shoulder a little kiss, a sense of urgency flowing through him. his large hands rest on your thighs, and without thinking— he grinds himself against you.
you gasp, freezing up. your plastic knife you used to frost the cake drops to the counter, fingers soiled with vanilla frosting. before you can move to pick it up again, choso gives a low chuckle. it’s a sound you’ve never heard before… it’s deep, almost animalistic.
you swallow, hard.
“you like that?” choso mumbles, lips against your ear lobe. he grinds his hips against yours harder this time, drawing a little squeak from your lips as he does so.
your body feels hot and bothered; your boyfriend awoke a flame you didn’t know existed, and before you know it, you’re bent over the counter. your hands rest on the counter, nails clawing into the smooth marble in a pathetic attempt to ground your senses. your boyfriend grinds himself into you, his clothed dick meeting your needy clit with every move.
“cho… the cake…” you whimper quietly as your puffy folds are met with another heavenly grind.
you’re a fool to think he’d give a damn about the cake when you’re right here in front of him.
“say, sweetheart,” choso huffs. “can i fuck you?”
your eyes go wide, eyelashes fluttering. it only takes a nod and a soft “please” before your boyfriend nearly loses himself. choso reminds himself to get a grip, it’s your first time, and as much as he’s desperate to completely wreck your insides and leave his pretty girl in tears, he pulls back.
he turns you around, your back hitting the counter as you look up at him. the can of whipped frosting rests in his palm, and he dips his fingers inside before suddenly smearing it onto your neck. you whine, clearly embarrassed by the act.
“cho, w-what are you—”
he answers, dipping his head down to put his lips to the frosting of your neck. choso sucks the skin ever so gently, tongue reeling in the taste of such sweetness… your skin is so soft, and he’s sure to lick up all the frosting with attentive lips.
“mh, hold still, sweetness…” he hums against the faint protruding collarbone, nose dipping into your shoulder as he licks up the whipped sugar.
“c-cho…” you stammer, needy hands making their way to his black curls, grasping at the strands and pulling ever so slightly, and choso’s positive he can cum his pants just from seeing you fall apart from a little licking and sucking.
“you like that? like being licked, baby?” he urges before dipping his fingers back into the remaining frosting, gently streaking it onto the crevice of your boobs.
“no, cho… not there…” you whimper quietly, but your boyfriend persists. his needy tongue laps up the frosting, eager to taste your skin and the whipped dessert topping that litters your breasts.
“baby’s sensitive here, right?” he chuckles softly, cupping your breast in a large hand before giving it a gentle squeeze. “it’s alright…’m gonna make you feel good. ya just have to let me.”
you nod frantically before he’s turning you around again, hand on your back as you’re shamelessly bent across the kitchen counter. the vanilla cake from earlier remains on the kitchen island, the candles unlit and entirely forgotten in the spur of the moment. choso’s thick fingers find their way to the waistband of his pants and boxers before he slips it just below the knee, pretty cock springing from is confinement before slapping against his abdomen.
part of you is glad he has you bent over— just so he doesn’t have to see how embarrassed you are by all of this. the act was so intimate to begin with, and you feel absolutely dizzy just from hearing his dick slap against himself.
“baby girl’s soakin’ wet…” choso chuckles, plucking at the sticky part of your panties, just to let it go and watch it stick to your sopping cunt.
you whine, looking back at him, “s-so mean, cho… don’t tease… meanie…”
“sorry, sweetheart… you look so cute like this,” your boyfriend stifles a chuckle. “now hold still, ‘kay? gonna put it in now… try to take it. i’ll go slow…”
choso aligns himself with your core, gently slipping himself into your warmth. your walls immediately suck him in, and your eyebrows furrow. once he’s buried into your cunt, the two of you both let out a soft exhale… your cunt swallows him whole and without difficulty.
“good, good girl.” choso lets out what sounds like a borderline giggle before he begins to move, hips rocking into yours. “fuck… suckin’ me in.”
it’s slow, painfully slow but so, so fucking good.
“feels ‘s good, cho…” you moan, quiet little gasps being drawn from your throat as he sheathes himself inside you once more, harder this time.
“i know, she’s squeezing me… fuck, baby.” choso groans, hands resting on the round of your ass.
he guides your ass against him, pulling you against his pelvis. your swollen clit brushes against the soft of his pubes, and you nearly cry out in pleasure. he quickens his pace, low grunts pulled from the back of his throat as he plows into your pussy.
“‘s good… cho—”
“i know, baby… you’re so warm, so good… so sweet for me,” your boyfriend praises, hips bucking into yours. he’s almost afraid that he’d cum like a virgin with the way your little moans and groans are filling his ears, the wetness of your pussy squelching around his length.
“‘m gonna cum, pretty… where do you want it…? hm, hm?” choso coos, thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated.
“inside…” you whisper. “inside, inside, inside… please, please! please, cho…” you whimper hopelessly, pink tip kissing the soft of your cervix. “‘s deep, shit—… inside…”
“yeah? you’re so dirty, baby girl,” choso giggles, high off of his pleasure. “want my cum in you? as a little virgin?”
“fuck, mhm…! please, pretty please—”
“okay, okay.” choso chuckles. “gonna take all of it? fuck… baby, ‘m gonna cum.”
you mewl quietly, front half sweaty against the marble counter. choso barely manages another thrust before spilling into you, milky substance seeping from where the two of you remain connected. you hit your high, vision blurring. you’re met with darkness and twinkling stars, desperately trying to hold yourself up on the counter. your legs feel like jelly.
your boyfriend sighs, pulling out… a pretty string of white connecting his swollen tip from your cunny. the thought of you getting pregnant after your first time messed with his head; choso can’t remember the last time he had orgasmed so hard.
without another word, your boyfriend scoops you into his arms with ease. he sits you on the counter, wrapping his arms around your waist and hiding his face into the column of your neck. the faint scent of vanilla frosting hits his nose— this is where he previously licked the frosting off of your skin. choso kisses your neck, adoringly.
“are you okay?” he asks softly, turning his head to meet your tired eyes.
you nod, body exhausted from the prior activity. choso laughs, a melody that comes straight from his heart and shoots an arrow directly into yours. you smile, embarrassed.
“totally forgot about the candles.” choso laughs, an attempt to lighten the air.
but to his surprise, you laugh with him. he was worried that he had gone too far with you, especially considering it was your first time. choso presses his lips to your cheek, an unspoken way of saying he loves you— he loves you more than anything, vanilla cake included.
“i did too… i didn’t think that was going to happen at all,” you laugh shyly, arms resting around his shoulders.
“was i too rough and mean to you?” choso asks, eyes revealing a soft worry for his little flower. however, he’s relieved when you shake your head.
“it was perfect.” you hum.
your body was spent, feeling rather too relaxed. you slouch in his arms, watching as choso takes in the poorly frosted cake.
he laughs again, “honey? why is there no frosting on this side of this cake.”
you hide your face in his shoulder, nose nudging against his adams apple.
“well, i was going to put frosting on it, but somebody was trying to put their dick in me—” you whine, and choso peppers your face in gentle kisses. despite interrupting you, you giggle. it’s soft and familiar.
“well, now you can put frosting on the rest of it. wouldn’t want my best girl late to her party.”
you giggle, “exactly. keep it in your pants this time, okay, mister?”
he doesn’t want to admit how jealous he can be - akaashi keiji wants to be boyfriend material. he wants you to see him as cool and calm and collected - but it’s hard when you’re so busy staring over at bokuto and kuroo at the part, laughing at their shenanigans instead of paying attention to him, who’s right in front of you.
that’s why his slender finger come brush up against your cheek and jaw, thumb against your chin as he makes you look towards. jaw ticked, brows furred as he brushes against your cheek with pretty hands.
“why’re you looking at them? im here with you so.. look at me,”
warnings: none!! maybe a little bit of angst but its mostly just fluff hehe
characters: kenma, kuroo
a/n: haiiii hehehe how r u guys!!! im trying to write a lot lately because i think i will be out of town for the next few weeks and will be unable to write <//3 i'll try my best to tho if i can :DD
request status: open <3
❀ kenma:
- he's awake at night usually playing video games as ur cuddled into his side sleeping
- at first he doesn't think anything's wrong with u because ur just shifting around in ur sleep so he shrugs it off
- but after a few minutes he hears u breathing erratically and he brings a gentle hand to ur head to check up on u
- "y/n, are u ok? wake up.. hey wake up" he's trying to shake u awake and at this point he's just scared that something is going on and he can't help u
- u jolt awake, panting, and kenma's staring at u with a scared/shocked expression before he reaches for ur hand bc he knows that physical touch can help bring u back even in the slightest
- "is everything ok, baby?" he asks but then he gets all blushy when u suddenly go to rest ur head against his chest and hide ur face in his sleeping shirt
- "i had a nightmare" is all u manage and u can barely remember what the dream was about, but u easily recognized the feeling of distress and shut ur eyes tightly
- "do u want to talk about it? we can if u want to,, but if u don't that's ok too,,," he mumbles, gently petting ur hair to calm u
- u shake ur head and he nods, understanding that maybe this wasn't the best time for conversation
- for the rest of the night, kenma treats u with gentle care and puts the covers over u after giving u a drink of water and settling in bed with u
- "this time i'll protect u,," he says shyly before wrapping his arms around u and tucking ur head into his chest <33
❀ kuroo:
- unlike kenma, i think that kuroo is more of a deep sleeper and it doesn't help that he sleeps with his head sandwiched between his pillow (it drowns out sound)
- u shift around the shared bed, whimpering and whining about something quietly,,, u shift some more and u accidentally end up kicking kuroos leg away in ur sleeping state
- kuroo groans and lifts his head up to turn the lamp on and get a good look at u before he realizes u kicked him in ur sleep
- his eyes trace ur sleeping form, ur face, and glistening tears on ur cheeks,,,? kuroo frowns and leans over to gently wipe them away
- u wake up at the contact of his hand on ur face and when u fully look up at him, the tears are back and ur crying against him
- "hey- shhh, why are u crying, lovely?" kuroo coos at u and guides u to a state where u can catch ur breath
- "i had a really bad dream just now- where u,," ur voice trails off as u recall the moment in ur dream where kuroo shoved u away before he proposed he wanted to break up with u
- "where i what?" he's patient with u, he's always been and he's curious as to where this is going and what u were thinking
- "u hurt me and then we broke up. but ur here now and i-" u fumble with ur words, realizing how stupid u must sound in front of him right now, but kuroo understands what ur trying to get across
- "ooh,, it must've been scary." kuroo says, tucking u back into the covers before kissing the top of ur head lovingly
- "im sorry if i hurt u in ur dream, dear." he rubs gentle circles onto ur skin to calm u down, "but i promise i don't want to break up, okay? i love u more than anything,,"
- he looks down at u again but chuckles when ur already sound asleep against him ^__^
He recognizes that he feels silly on a cognitive level, but his consciousness is becoming more and more tangible the longer he waits at your school gates. As classmates stream past him, Akaashi feels the warmth of their glances and tries to imagine what they are thinking. Maybe something along the lines of, why is a six foot tall Fukurodani student standing in front of my school holding a life size My Melody plush?
He’d like to know that, too.
Akaashi isn’t one for grand, romantic gestures, the ones that draw attention and go viral when filmed and posted on TikTok. Rather, he prefers the small, intimate moments that would probably be overlooked in a film adaptation of a book. He lives for the moments right before drifting off to a synchronized sleep, or leaving notes in the margins of a book you’ll probably read months later.
But somehow, you just make him want to do more. Hence this overt, completely genuine, display of his affection. Physically, Akaashi had picked up something that caught his eye. But it caught his eye because you liked it.
He hopes you’ll smile when you see him. In the end, that’s what makes this waiting all worth it. Akaashi straightens his back against the sun.
shipping my moots!! theres not very many yet but im very comfortable with few friends anyway <3!! /gen ☆(๑˙꒳˙)ฅ(ʾ˘ʿ๑)" hehe enjoy wooo~ i appreciate u guys vv much thank u <44
❀ @marzs-teacup x tendou satori
i 100% believe that tendou needs someone that can keep up with his energy 50% of the time while also being able to slow down during the other 50%, and marz is the perfect person for this because i do believe that they would match tendou's energy while being able to keep him down to earth at the same time
this is the couple that u see very little of (because they simply don't post their love life on the internet,, maybe tendou would post a selfie every so often but that's about it), but don't be fooled because marz is nearly attached to his hip everyday!! tendou believes that not everything, especially his personal life, needs to be displayed on the internet. tendou might be weaker when it comes to communicating his advice (because he normally just says it bluntly), but he's strong mentally and emotionally and this allows him to reach the parts of marz's heart that need healing,, he's naturally unfazed about most things, but do a romantic act of service for him and his heart will do cartwheels !!!
this is the couple u see hand in hand at the grocery store, skating together late at night in the fall wind, and getting slushies together while making memory journals <3 he's learned to be committed and he holds u in a very special place in his heart, and at the end of the day,, tendou would chase the stars for u
❀ @sunamayo x iwaizumi hajime
i haven't talked to claire enough to really know or pick up on her mannerisms, but i hope to more in the future!! iwa definitely strikes me as someone that is weak with showing emotion/displaying affections, and i feel like claire would be the person that helps teach him how to love <3 he's gonna struggle a lot to open up in the beginning because of his urge to be manly/tough around u (in all honestly he kinda just wants to impress u HAHA)
iwaizumi's a bit hot headed, but he's not stupid. he takes his relationship with u as an opportunity to dive deep and really become committed to something that isn't volleyball. that being said, iwaizumi loves to hear about ur interests and tries to take care of u to the best of his abilities!! because he's a bit new to love, problems and fights may occur more easily, but be patient with him and bring him back from his anger by telling him that u love him regardless of his flaws hehe~
once things settle down and iwaizumi really understands who u are as a living, thriving human being, he'll definitely become attached,, u will become his safe place and his favorite person!! iwaizumi will love his precious angel unconditionally and to him, loving u will feel as natural as sleeping. he's a prime example of the phrase: "it's worth the wait" ^__^
❀ @liliesloves x kenma kozume
in my opinion, i believe that kenma needs to be guided in his romantic relationships!! he's quiet and a bit more reserved, but i believe that lily will also allow kenma the time and commitment for him to open his heart <3 he's a little clueless at first, so be sure to guide him and lead him into what a relationship feels like!! lily will be someone that will be able to guide him while also being able to learn from their relationships, struggles, and moments where they are able to fully understand love.
kenma doesn't completely understand at first, but once he does, everything will run much more smoothly!! he'll realize ur importance in his life and even begin to question what his life would be like if lily wasn't in it with him </3 he's glued to his device pretty often, but once u get him off of it and take him to see the world with u, he'll find pleasure in exploring and adventuring with u by his side!! the world will become his own video game where he travels with u <3
that being said, kenma will subconsciously begin to wonder where u are/if u have eaten/etc if u aren't around him!! lily becomes his special person and he'll do anything to keep it that way,, the moment u can know he's truly comfortable around u is if he's ok with sleeping with his head in your lap hehe
a/n: ive been super soft for sugawara lately,, i have no idea why but i read fics or drabbles abt him and my heart just melts zzz
request status: open <3
☆ suna:
- sleepy fox boy knows exactly how to get your attention at any time and any where he wants it
- you're seated on the sofa watching tv while scrolling across social media on your phone just trying to find a way to pass the time,,, and fox boy suna creeps up in the living room to see you
- no words are exchanged as he grabs you by your shoulders and lifts you up and puts you on his lap
- "hi rin" you greet him and he's already delving his nose into your soft hair, inhaling your scent
- he's now watching tv with you while occasionally leaning down to kiss the little sensitive part behind your ear just to see you jump
- you're the cutest thing ever to him and he loves just having you seated in his arms because it's comfy for him and he believes he can protect you better if you're directly in his hold <3
- after a bit he might fall asleep with his forehead against your own awe
- if you fall asleep too he'll probably wake up first and take a cute picture of your sleeping face
- he honestly strikes me as someone who isn't big on pda until he meets you,, he doesn't mind if other people stare if you hold his hand or initiate physical affections around other people or the team
- if you ever try and leave him when he's cuddling you, he either 1) holds you down and snuggles you closer or 2) follows you to where ever you want to go (protect him please)
☆ iwaizumi:
- i feel like iwaizumi always kinda has this unfazed, tough facade on him all the time and the facade comes down when he's dating someone <3
- it's late and you're tucked into bed waiting for iwaizumi to come home from practice
- you finally hear the front door open and in less than a minute you watch as your exhausted boyfriend stumbles through the bedroom door
- his hair is more messy than usual and he's quick to drop his bags, take off his club jacket and fall on top of where you're laying
- you sit up and immediately take his face into your hands, gently caressing his skin,,, he looks up at you with a sleepy pout
- "how was practice today, hajime?" you ask him softly and he grumbles before pulling you closer to him,,, iwaizumi's head is now hiding in the crook of your neck
- he's always affectionate when he's grumpy or tired from a hard day
- "i'm tired..." he sighs and you smile at his expression
- you get up from the bed and take his hand to the kitchen to get him something to eat before he showers and goes to bed
- the entire time he's eating he's holding your hand gently while you talk about your day <3 when you go to do the dishes, he's right behind you with his arms around your waist
- "i love you, do you know that?"
☆ sugawara:
- you've been cooped upstairs the entire day trying to finish up some assignments before you can finally enjoy the weekend
- insert sugawara peeking his head into your room,, he's feeling affectionate and won't hesitate to seek you out
- "hi angel" he coos and quickly makes his way over to kiss your cheek and lay his head on your shoulder
- "whatcha doin?"
- "just some homework, koushi" you finish up writing and your hand makes its way to his soft gray locks <3 he purrs like a cat
- after awhile you feel him get up and wrap his arms around you like a koala bear,, gentle kisses at your neck and a gentle love bite every so often
- "did you just bite me?"
- ",, maybe?" he chuckles against your skin and you wanna kick him out of your room but he's so cute and you love when he's affectionate with youuu
- once sugawara finds himself in a comfortable position he'll just drag you down with him so you can be his personal teddy bear. he wraps his arms around you and tucks your face into his chest
- when you're done with your work PLS shower this boy in love he's a needy one >:OO
