#hq daichi

[ari-sou]

I know a whopping one person who’s into daisuga so I don’t think ppl will read this, but whatever! New oneshot <3

Read it >> here <<

[yrznwa]

more thoughts about HQ x Soccer AU (bc i have so many hehe):

- trying to think of how to translate vb positions over to soccer/where they would fit best

for ex: idk if daichi or asahi should be the goalkeeper bc i love thinking about forward/striker asahi and defender/centerback daichi like can you imagine??? ahhhh so i might just draw them as both lol (spoilers hehe)

- ANOTHER BIG THING IS TEAM FORMATIONS BASED ON VB TEAM PLAYING STYLES

i have consulted my sister and freshened my memory up abt diff ones and ive come to a few decisions for karasuno, and maybe seijoh and nekoma

- controversial but setters automatically translate as midfielders to me? which would be to kenmas extreme displeasure lmao

- most current concern: 6 players on the vb court turns in to 11 players on soccer field (i was relieved that karasuno had exactly 11 players lmao, idk what im gonna do for the other teams tho)

[lynnaredfield3383]

Random thoughts.

You do something stupid bc ur ex cheated and Daichi ends up having to take a statement, but ur ex isn't a total jackass so he doesn't press charges & offers u a place to stay even though (fuck that). You go to drastic measures threatening to punch a cop bc you'd rather sleep in a jail cell.

Daichi calls Suga and you stay at his place. The next morning Daichi stops by and the following takes place.

Suga opened the door.

"Oh, hey, Dai."

"How is she?" Daichi asks leaving his shoes hy the door.

A devilish smirk crosses Suga's gorgeous face and Daichi groans as he follows his best friend to the kitchen.

And there you are in nothing but light pink boy shorts covered with cherries and an oversize t-shirt from Suga. Making a huge breakfast while dancing around the kitchen singing into a spatula. (You have yet to notice them watching).

"She still thinks we're gay..." Daichi groaned softly.

Suga's smirk grows wider.

"I wasn't gonna ruin the show, and if you love me, you won't."

Daichi rolled his eyes at Suga's antics.

"Daichi!!! Just in time for breakfast."

"Hey, you know we're not gay, right?" Daichi spoke up.

Suga took a picture the moment you froze, your cheeks bright red. Then you tried pulling your shirt down all the while Suga laughed.

"I'm goin' to murder you, Ko!" You shouted running out of the kitchen to find pants.

"The look on her face...As beautiful as watching those hips swing. Thanks Dai." Suga laughed harder.

[kittenisstarstruck]

(tw: smut, nasty, woo protective daichi)

(part one)

The front door had barely clicked shut behind you before Daichi’s hands were on your hips, pushing you back against it with a thud. His lips crushed against yours, rough and needy, nothing like the composed captain everyone else saw.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he growled against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip before licking the sting away. “Walking around with everyone’s eyes on you… fuck, I could barely keep it together.”

You gasped as his thigh slid between your legs, pressing up until the pressure had you grinding down without thinking. His large hands roamed greedily, sliding up your sides, squeezing your breasts through your top before tugging the fabric up and over your head in one swift motion.

“Mine,” he muttered when your bra followed, his mouth immediately closing around one nipple, tongue flicking, teeth grazing until you whimpered. His other hand was already working your jeans undone, shoving them and your panties down in one motion before scooping you up easily, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

He carried you to the couch and dropped you onto it, towering over you as he pulled his shirt off. The sight of his broad chest, muscles flexing as he leaned down, made heat pool low in your stomach.

“You looked so fucking good tonight,” he murmured, kissing down your stomach, leaving marks along the way. His beard scratched lightly against your skin, sending shivers through you. “Every guy in that room wanted you.” He spread your thighs wide, settling between them, his eyes dark as they drank you in. “But you’re only mine.”

His mouth closed over you without warning, tongue sliding against your slick folds before flicking over your clit with slow, deliberate strokes. You cried out, fingers tangling in his hair, but he just held your hips down, eating you like he was starving. Every moan you made had him groaning into you, the vibrations sending shocks through your body.

When you came undone against his mouth, trembling and gasping his name, he didn’t stop. He dragged his tongue slowly through your folds one last time before pulling back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes blazing.

“Still not enough,” he muttered, yanking his belt open and freeing himself. He was already painfully hard, tip leaking as he stroked himself once before lining up at your entrance. “I need you.”

He pushed in slowly, stretching you until you cried out, his name spilling from your lips. His forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping down his temple as he groaned. “Fuck, you feel perfect.”

Then he pulled back and drove into you hard, setting a brutal rhythm that had you clawing at his back, your cries echoing in the room. His hands gripped your thighs, pinning you open, making you take every inch of him.

“Say it,” he demanded, thrusting deep enough to steal your breath. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours!” you gasped, back arching as another wave of pleasure ripped through you.

That pushed him over the edge. With a growl, he slammed into you one final time, spilling inside you as his whole body shuddered. He held you tight, his hips grinding against yours as he rode out the high, marking you inside and out.

When it was over, he collapsed against you, chest heaving, but his arms never loosened. He kissed your temple softly, his protective streak softening now that you were safe in his embrace.

“No one else gets to see you like this,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to your lips. “Only me.”

[kittenisstarstruck]

(little blurb bc in sick in bed) (tw: protective possessive daichi x fem reader)

When you were out in a crowded place with Daichi, everyone around you knew exactly who you belonged to. His hand was always on you — at the small of your back, wrapped firmly around your waist, or tangled with yours so tightly no one could even think about brushing too close.

If someone’s gaze lingered on you a little too long, Daichi’s entire demeanor shifted. His shoulders squared, jaw tightened, and he’d draw you closer until you were tucked against his chest. “Keep walking,” he’d murmur in a low tone, his eyes sharp as he stared the stranger down. The look he gave was enough to make anyone turn away quickly.

Sometimes, he’d lean down and kiss you right there in the middle of the crowd — a deliberate, slow press of his mouth to yours while his hand gripped your hip possessively. “You’re mine,” he’d whisper against your lips before pulling back, eyes dark with a heat that promised he’d remind you just how much later when you were alone.

To others, he might look like the composed, reliable captain. But in those moments, with his broad body shielding yours from wandering hands or eyes, you could feel the intensity under the surface. Daichi wasn’t just protective — he was territorial. And when you felt his fingers squeeze your thigh or the subtle brush of his lips against your ear, you knew it thrilled him that everyone else wanted you… but only he got to have you.

[raemilomin]

Two captains down but only one is getting back up i fear..

[flib1-yibi]

I just read the most greatest Daichi x M!reader ever and its now stuck in my head i NEED a part two.

[flib1-yibi]

AUGH DAICHI MAN. DAICHI SAWAMURA 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I TWEAK OUT EVERYTIME I SEE HIM BUT I TWEAK OUT WHEN I SEE HIM. WHETHER IT BE A FANART OR OFFICIAL ART OR A PIC FORM THE SERIES OR A COSPLAY OR HIS STAGE ACTOR I FUCKING TWEAK OUUUTTTT