— a/n: hey there !! mab here ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ it's been a really productive month and i just want to make this post mostly as a reminder to myself, i've been in hiatus for four years and i'm just really happy to be back since october of last year. here are my february drabbles and thirsts for you, let's look back together, shall we? <3
MINORS DNI
𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔
hinata shouyou
❧ thigh riding
you're desperate, so desperate you plead for him to touch you, just his big strong hands placed anywhere, just to feel something.
❧ relish
he's an eater and he knows it. hinata doesn't just lick, he devours.
❧ pierced
would you perhaps like hinata shouyou with piercings?
❧ tears
hinata who's amused yet slightly worried whenever you cry during sex.
❧ is this not normal?
pervert best friend!hinata shouyou who doesnt even realize hes a pervert because hes only like this about you.
kageyama tobio
❧ platonic cockwarming
never in your wildest dreams would you ever think kageyama would feel so fucking good inside your gummy walls.
❧ sensitive
you look up, and you see your boyfriend fully blissed out, skin glistening from his sweat, hair ran through numerous times just to keep his sanity intact.
aone takanobu
❧ warm
aone's hands are tender, but in this moment, it finds your mouth, pressing firmly.
ennoshita chikara
❧ loverboy
you take it. you take all of him.
suna rintarou
❧ now what?
fwb!suna fighting for dominance
𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍
choso kamo
❧ punishment
riding choso's thigh as punishment bc he learned you've been getting off with your rose toy whenever he's not around.
— another a/n: special shoutout to my moots @skyswonderfulworld, @honeekyuu, and @renardiererin, thank you for sharing your thirsts with me! it's truly been a hinata & kageyama pilled month <3
it's 9 o'clock in the evening when atsumu barges into your bathroom while you're taking off your makeup
“hey, babe, yer phone’s charged, right?”
his voice breaks through the quiet hum of your evening, pulling your attention away from the bottle of moisturiser you'd been trying to open for the past 5 minutes. you glance up to find him leaning in the doorway. his black dress pants and light blue button-up are long gone, now replaced with a large white t-shirt and his obnoxious 'world's best setter' boxers that he must've left in the dresser you bought for him when he started staying over more often.
“yeah, why?” you ask, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.
he holds up his phone with an exaggerated sigh, the screen dark. “mine’s dead." he sighs and you look at him confused.
"i was gonna call ‘samu—messaged me somethin’ about the shop. think he forgot to order noodles or… or whatever. can i borrow yours for a sec?”
you furrow your eyebrows, skepticism creeping in. atsumu wasn’t exactly known for prioritizing osamu’s last-minute “emergencies” unless they directly concerned him. “can’t you just use the landline?”
“the landline?” he places a hand on his chest in mock offense.
“what am i, a fossil?" you turn your gaze back to the mirror with a roll of your eyes.
"c’mon, babe, it’ll only take a minute. please?”
you stare at him and he stares back, the two of you locking eyes in a silent standoff. atsumu, for all his dramatics, was never great at hiding when he was up to something.
alas, as much as you wanted to pry, you also didn’t have the energy to argue over something so trivial when it was so late into the day.
“okay,” you breathe out, followed by a long sigh as you hand your phone over.
“just don’t mess with anything.” your eyes narrow threateningly.
“mess with things? me?” he shakes his head around, feigning shock. “never. yer phone’s in the safest hands imaginable.”
that already should’ve been your second red flag—though before you can even question him, he's got his back turned halfway out the door yelling “thanks, babe! yer the best!” over his shoulder.
a brief fifteen minutes have passed, which you only vaguely realise in the haze of beginning your book. you're comfortably tucked into the corner of the couch when he strolls into the living room. plopping your phone onto the cushions beside you and pressing a quick, warm kiss to the top of your head—he pokes your cheek.
“yer a lifesaver,” he says with a grin, flopping down beside you. “what would i do without ya?”
you offer him a glance, “what did osamu need?”
“huh?” you notice his grin falter. it's a split millisecond, but he's quick to cover it with a casual wave of his hand. “oh, somethin’ about… rice.”
you squint at him, trying to read his face. “i thought you said noodles earlier?”
“rice, noodles—same difference,” he says, getting up and walking over to the fridge to pull it open. “food stuff... y’know how he is.”
you let out a hum, satisfied with his answer. and just like that, the moment passes. your attention is drawn back to your book while atsumu rifles through leftovers.
it isn't until later that night when you're climbing into bed and reaching for your phone to set your alarm that you notice. the screen lights up, and instead of your usual photo of cherry blossoms, you're greeted by him—a photo of atsumu.
and it's not just any photo of atsumu, though. this one was pure chaos.
his entire face filled the frame, nose slightly scrunched, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, and his golden-brown eyes wide with faux innocence. his lips were puckered in an over-the-top kissy face. across the bottom of the image in bright, white text were the words: “miss me yet, babe? ;)”
your jaw drops.
“what the—?” you're immediately sitting up and unlocking your phone, going straight into your photo gallery. what you find only makes your disbelief grow, (and maybe your heart too, out of fondness).
the first photo was relatively tame: a selfie of atsumu sprawled out on the couch with his head sitting in his hand with a cheeky and flirty smile. of course, you think.
the second was him in the doorway of the living room with his finger pressed to his lips in a "shh" gesture while you sat on the couch, engrossed in your book.
and then things get progressively more ridiculous, (assuming that's even possible).
there's a close-up of atsumu holding up your favorite snack with an inflated, brash grin, almost as if he was offering it to you. the caption reads: “this one's for you, babe."
another captured him perched on your desk chair, holding your pencil like it was a quill. his nose is scrunched again, an attempt to portray his concentration as he pretends to scribble something brilliant.
it's the final photo that stops you in your tracks.
it's atsumu stood on the balcony, wrapped in your favorite blanket like a superhero while his arm stretched dramatically toward the sky. the caption read: “protector of this household and defender of snacks ;)”
you stare at the screen in silence, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. quite frankly, you couldn't tell whether you wanted to laugh or cry.
atsumu was many things: he was ridiculous, he was almost always over the top, and he was also occasionally the most infuriating person you’d ever met. but, there was one thing for certain—he was undeniably, wholeheartedly yours.
many people don't understand him the way you do. atsumu hadn’t just messed with your phone for the sake of it—he’d left you a trail of love notes that were neatly tucked behind each photo’s absurdity. it was his way of saying "i’m here, even when i’m not," without actually saying the words verbally.
and it worked.
you didn’t text him right away. instead, you curled under the blankets, scrolling through the photos again and again. your heart swelled with every outlandish caption, every childish expression, every trace of him.
eventually, you couldn’t help yourself.
you: you’re a menace.
his reply was almost instant:
atsumu: a menace with a pretty face, though. miss ya, babe x
you beamed, your thumb hovering over the lock screen settings, conflicted between whether or not you should switch back the photo. though how could you? not when you already knew tomorrow would bring another excuse for him to check your phone again, just to see if you’d kept it.
so you decide to leave it—his face on your lock screen as a proud display of the world’s most unconventional love letter.
probably wouldn’t even notice it in his locker for a few days LMAO
once he finds it though he feels flattered that someone went out of their way to write a note for him and make him feel special
with that being said, he then goes on to lose the note somewhere in his backpack then accidentally throws it away like 2 days later and forgets the note ever even existed
guys he cares i swear
tendou (*^^*)♡
probably initially panics at first because he thinks it’s a prank and someone’s waiting around the corner to laugh at him
after a second he reads it and has to laugh at how corny the note is (😭😭)
also extremely smiley for the rest of the day because someone left a note in his locker for the first time ever!!
after determining that the note is real and not a joke he’s set out on a mission to find who left this in his locker….. he has a few questions
semi ヾ(☆▽☆)
also panics when finding the note because he doesn’t want anyone around him to accidentally see it
would read it outside and also giggle to himself at the cheesy message
still the fact that he was left a note made his day tremendously
leaves an equally cheesy note in your locker in exchange
shirabu ( `ε´ )
honestly he’s probably irritated he has to deal with this now
would still read the note but thinks it’s more of a waste of time to bother entertaining this (╥﹏╥)
reads the note with the straightest face ever, maybe scoffs then throws the note away
never tells anyone about this encounter ESPECIALLY not tendou
better luck next time </3
goshiki ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧
he is over the moon to open his locker and find this note
reads it in the bathroom and almost squeals out loud despite how cheesy the note is someone still went out of their way to leave a note
literally brags to everyone that will listen
cannot stop smiling to himself for the rest of the day (bros a cutie patootie)
Same vending machine. Same lemon soda I always saw in her hand. She looked happy as she hummed while putting the coins in the machine.
Cute.
God, I should walk away. But I’m done avoiding my feelings.
Next thing I knew, my legs were moving. I leaned on the vending machine casually– or at least I hoped it looked casual. “Need some help?”
She jumped, caught off guard. “It ate my money twice.” And she laughs, awkwardly.
“Tragic. Step aside. Let me show you how it's done.” I deadpanned.
I kick the vending machine twice, and her drink falls out. Bending down, I hand it to her, “Here ya go.”
She laughed, “Thanks. Never thought I’d need rescuing with a vending machine.”
“Suna, by the way. Professional vending machine expert,” I said. Her smile widened, “Aran’s teammate..right? I’ve watched some games.”
“Oh, so a fan?” I teased. “Who’s your favorite? Every answer’s acceptable except the Miya twins, literal jail.”
“Oh– uhm, I just got invited by my friends. I’m not really..a fan.” She smiles awkwardly.
I clutched my chest dramatically, “Ouch, brutal. But fair. I’ll allow it since you're honest.”
An awkward silence settles over us, not bad quiet just..
Shit-now-what quiet.
“Well, vending machine expert, I owe you one. You gain a free favor from yours truly.”
“Mind if I cash in that favor now?” Okay, might as well go for it.
Curious, she asked, “Oh? Sure, what is it?”
I shoved my hands in my pockets, feeling the sweat on my palms. “Your number, just in case you need help with a vending machine, you know who to call.”
Silence. For a second, she just blinked and stood still. And I thought– great. I’m about to die of humiliation.
“Since you saved me from getting robbed in broad daylight..sure.” She motioned for my phone, and I wiped my hands like an idiot before handing it over. She typed her number in, giving it back with a little smirk.
“See ya around, suna,” she waved as she walked off. I stood there like an absolute fool, staring at my phone. She even put a candy emoji next to her damn name.
