INCLUDES: male and female characters [oikawa, kuroo, sugawara, osamu, yachi, yamaguchi, tendō, saeko tanaka]
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OIKAWA kisses the back of your hand. His calloused fingers gently graze across your own as he cups your hand in his own. Time feels like it goes in slow motion as he raises the back of your palm against his lip. His eyes gently flutter shut as he places the tender kiss.A feeling so serenity floods through your body as you feel the short puffs of breath coming from him.
KUROO kisses the insides of your wrists. After a long, stressful day, he pulls you away from whatever task. His hands gently hold your arm as he begins to place kisses right on your pulse. He keeps his lips there momentarily— just feeling the full throb of your pulse. All you can do is close your eyes and focus on the feeling of his lips.
SUGAWARA leaves kisses on the corner of your lips. A soft hand always grips your chin lightly— solely focusing on keeping you still. He enjoys the little huff when you feel his soft lips teasing you by avoiding the entirety of your lips. He always claims that it’s “a warmup for later.” It’s incredibly dorky, but it’s cute every single time. Giggles in your ear every time he hears you complain that you want a “real” kiss. He makes you agree to watch a boring movie in return. Spoiler— you cave.
OSAMU kisses you on the lips with an insatiable hunger. He’s used to being around sweets that test his patience— but you’re his guilty pleasure. He will put a little bit of icing on his thumb so he can pretend he’s wiping it off your face. It’s all an excuse to kiss you with the added taste of sweet icing. Those kisses are sweet and slow. They have to be sweet and slow if he plans to canvas every inch of your mouth for the sweet filling.
YACHI gives kisses on the top of your head. She always waits until you’re laying slouched against her figure. Her fingers gently rake through your hair— massaging your scalp with her manicured nails. After a moment, she smooths down your hair so he can comfortably lean down and kiss the top of your head. She laughs and giggles as you try to maneuver yourself so you can kiss her. Fuck, she looks gorgeous as she hides her face in embarrassment.
YAMAGUCHI kisses the palm of your hands. He never fails to remind you that those same, pretty hands are the ones that help him every day of your lives. Those hands take care of you and take care of him, so he wants to pepper them with kisses every single chance he gets. No matter how many time you pull away because it tickles, he always brings them back so he can place a kiss and tell you a reason he’s thankful for you.
TENDO kisses you on the temple. His thumb gently caresses the area, smoothing over the skin before he leans down to place the kiss. His lips stay on the area just a second longer than you expect, but you can’t find it in yourself to complain. While his lips rest against your temple, he feels at peace. His eyes close and his heart rate slows to a comfortable pace. He’s safe like this.
S. TANAKA kisses you right behind the ear. She knows it’s cheeky and unusual, but she can’t stop herself from doing it every time. The initial look of shock always brings a genuine smile to her face. She loves it because it’s so subtle. She can pull you in for a hug and give you a kiss without anybody knowing at all. It’s perfect for her, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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ALISA: a soft smile looms over her features when she sees your sleepy face snuggling against her body, slowly taking the blanket next to her to drape it around your figure, patting your back as she continues to admire you.
SAEKO: almost as if you’re an angel from heaven, she makes sure to lessen her actions to refrain you from waking up, setting you in a much more comfortable position on top of her as she continues to read through the magazine with an arm draped on your upper back.
YUKIE: cutie couldn’t help but chuckle at your sleepy state, engulfing you between her arms as she hugs you tightly, refraining herself from squishing you too much before relaxing her arms, using her fingertips to play with your hair as she drifts to sleep with you.
KIYOKO: she was working on the team’s strategy as you accidentally fell asleep with your head resting on her lap. the moment she sees your closed lids, she couldn’t help but surpass a soft grin before swiping the hair strands over your face, keeping her fingers softly entangled against your locks as she continues to do her work.
YACHI: almost panics when she stops midway in her sentence, realizing your lack of reply. when she checks you, she blushes at the sight of you sleeping on top of her chest, “y-y/n?” she’s so adorable omg. had a brief moment of panic before refraining herself from moving alot to keep you asleep. she almost gets used to it and drifts to sleep with you in the end.
you’ll let yourself believe a vain and untrue fairytale that humans can fly among the angels if it means that you can be in her presence for a moment longer.
warnings: gay lol
w/c: 2k
a/n: i’m so in love with her. also this is sfw which goes to show how much i am in love with her.
you crack your eyes open, a bright white light blinding you and forcing you to close them again, the burn settling into your pupils. you wait a minute, letting the red behind your closed eyelids warm to a fiery orange, before trying again, squinting as you let your eyes slowly adjust to the morning sun. and then you see her, through the blurry haze of dawn.
an angel.
you silently blink early tears away, too afraid of moving or making a noise and scaring the divine being away. as bubbles of light start sharpening into crisp clarity, you realize where you are: a hotel bed, with clean white curtains and walls framing a heavenly scene. and you realize what you’re seeing: saeko. so yeah, close enough, you think. an angel.
you remain immobile: your hands are tucked under the pillow and quickly going numb at the uncomfortable position, and the kink in your neck is demanding more and more of your attention as your nerves realize that you’re awake, naturally refusing to give you a mere minute of painlessness. but the aches in your joints and throbbing behind your eyes become secondary as you become transfixed on her, her. her, silently sitting on the edge of the bed and playing with the linen beneath her with the tips of her fingers, only half of her face towards you. she hasn’t noticed that you’re awake yet, a serene smile gracing her face as she remembers a joke, something between her and herself. saeko, an angel.
it’s funny, you think, how mom always told me that mornings were times of clarity, times when things make sense. you remember a story she’d tell you when you were little.
“there’s something about the time when half the world is sleeping and the other half wishes they were sleeping,” she used to say, “that makes things make sense. everyone’s too groggy to start thinking their thoughts for the day. so the universe has all of these thought bubbles in the air, floating around, waiting for someone to just pluck it out of the air.”
“like a ballon?” you’d ask.
“yes,” she’d chuckle. “like a balloon. and you can just pluck it out of the air! sometimes, when the universe needs you to realize something, all those thought balloons will come rushing towards you, and they’ll form a big,” she’d spread her arms for emphasis, “big, big cloud of thoughts. and suddenly, everything would make sense. and you’d get the courage to do something that you’ve been wanting to for a while.”
you used to laugh at that story, imagining someone with a giant thought bubble sneaking out of their ears, carrying them up, up into the air. what could someone even be thinking about, you’d wonder, that would make their bubble so big? you couldn’t fathom contemplating something so large and important that you’d worry it could whisk you away into the atmosphere.
but now, laying here in silence, mom’s words were resurfacing to the flesh of your chest, warming it with something that had been burning there for a while, burning with what the universe had been wanting you to realize for quite some time now.
you were just scratching the surface of what that was threatened to make you weightless, the strings of balloons tugging restlessly at your arms and legs, wishing you’d just let them fly already. wishing you’d just let yourself fly.
you don’t even realize your eyes are closing until you glance back up again, at the angel perched next to you, wingless yet still able to show you the wonders of the sky. saeko, an angel.
you study her for who-knows-how-long, noting the sheer beauty before you, so delicate yet strong you worry it’ll break itself or break you from the weight of its magnificence. she doesn’t even know, you register, she doesn’t even know that each moment around her is a blessing.
and you know for a fact that each moment is a blessing, because angels are blessings, and she’s an angel. somewhere in the murky depths of moral ambiguity, between drops of bitter vodka from a teenage birthday party and stolen quarters from the mall fountain, there is a glow of truth and irrefutable certitude: that she is an angel. saeko, an angel.
and you, blessed.
wisps of blonde hair curl from her forehead to her jaw, whispering words in gold that you can only partially translate into a hymn of some kind, its rhythm vibrating along the headboard of the bed and prodding at your ears. you wish to brush them behind her ears, so cliche, she’d say, just so you can see more of that heavenly face. god, you groan internally, why’d you make her so fucking perfect? how’s that fair to any of us mortals? how’s that fair to me?
you trail your eyes down the bridge of her nose, slanted perfectly. you’ve never really thought about what the perfect nose bridge would be, but you know without a doubt that she has it. of course she does. saeko’s perfect. saeko, an angel.
and before you can help yourself, you’re tracing the curve of her lips, plump and pink and oh-so-kissable. you’d drown in those lips if you tried: visions of how they stretch into cheeky grins and purse into pouts could flood your mind if you let them. and you don’t let them, at least not as often anymore, especially since her lips can be really distracting, and last time you thought about them you were driving, and saeko shrieked in laughter when you called her telling her the reason there’s a new dent on the side of the car.
“we can’t both be bad drivers!” she’d giggled. “that’s feeding into the gay stereotype!”
“it’s not my fault,” you’d grumbled, “that i can only concentrate on one thing when i’m behind the wheel.”
“that ‘thing’ should be the road! not my lips!”
“yeah, i know! but ‘i kissed a girl’ was on the radio and then i thought about kissing a girl and that girl was you and then one thing led to another and...”
the corners of your lips turn up at the memory. although you had been pretty pissed about having to pay for a repair, saeko proceeded to try and fix the dent herself with a plunger since she has a vendetta against auto shops because “they’ll take advantage of pretty things like you” and “motorcycles aren’t that different from cars anyway, so its fine.” and she was sure to give you some quality time with the lips that you’d been so distracted by, so even the fact that your insurance company had upped your rates hadn’t bothered you too much.
the strings of your thought balloons dangle in the air, glowing in the sunlight streaming through the window. you wonder how saeko hasn’t seen them yet. she must really be lost in thought.
your gaze remains steady on her face, her glory, her beauty. i’m lucky, you decide. so so lucky. you can feel your limbs be lifted slowly into the air. the balloons are getting restless.
you’re almost taken aback when you feel something wet roll down your cheek. are you... crying? seriously? you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to get a hold of your emotions. when’s even the last time i felt this in lo—
“hey.” saeko’s soft voice makes you crack open your eyelids as she runs a hand along your hair. “are you okay? you’re crying.”
you smoosh your face further into the pillow. “i don’t know,” you mumble through the comforter.
she repositions herself on the bed so that she’s sitting criss-cross towards you, leaning forward to bring her face closer to yours. “are you on your period?”
“no,” you respond immediately. you nuzzle further into the sheets, but poke your head out again. “wait, i’m not sure. what day is it?”
“the 21st.”
“oh,” you roll over onto your back, stretching your arms out hoping that she’ll hug you. “then maybe.”
saeko obliges to your silent request, crawling her way over and straddling the blanket over your legs before resting the top half of her body on yours. “i knew it,” she whispers into your neck.
you don’t dare look her in the eyes. you know that mortals will disintegrate if they look directly at an angel. you read that in a percy jackson book or something.
but the thought balloons are yanking at your arms, forcing your fingers to run down her spine and through her hair. i must be insane, you think. i’m insane to think that i’ll ever be enough for her.
she’s an angel, you remind yourself to no avail. wingless, but can still fly. and you are nothing but a human, rooted to the ground by gravity and inevitable death. you’d be a fool to think that you’d ever be enough; after all, what bird would choose to stay on the ground when it can explore a limitless sky?
but you are a fool. you know that now, even if you were in denial before. you’ll let your delicate and fragile thought bubbles carry you into the air and bask in the temporary feelings of freedom before they pop and you crash and burn through the atmosphere. you’ll let yourself believe a vain and untrue fairytale that humans can fly among the angels if it means that you can be in her presence for a moment longer.
you most certainly are a fool, because you let your thought bubbles wrap their strings around you like a harness, pull themselves taut, and prepare yourself to jump out into the morning heavens, putting your trust into the wind to carry you alongside her. your toes are dangling across the edge, the open beyond becoming more and more appealing than the safety of the hotel room. you know that there is no do-over once you take the leap, once you try to fly. you’ll either get to fly beside her or you’ll fall to the ground and face an untimely end. but fuck if you aren’t daring, yearning, stupid enough to jump.
you swallow. there really is no going back from this.
“saeko?” you let the words carry through the stagnant air of the room, filled with the lemony scent of an air freshener and saeko’s shampoo.
“hm?”
“i—” the wind whips widely at your back and at your balloons, sending them into all directions as they maintain their hold on you. it’s compelling you to fall, to throw caution into it and hold tightly to your faith and let go of your tether. you must be crazy because you’ve already made up your mind. this decision shouldn’t be that easy, but you are scarily sure.
the earth’s roots are retreating back into the grass and your body is free for the first time. you can’t tell if the air will catch you, but it doesn’t matter anymore. you’ll be the first human to fly, even if it kills you. it probably will.
“i love you.” your feet leave ground and find nothing below them. the helium in your balloons is straining against your weight. your breath hitches—maybe this is how your life ends. maybe this is how the illusion that you’d created for yourself, a love between a human and an angel, disappears: shattered like bones on concrete.
you open your eyes. you hadn’t even realized you closed them. they meet a sky of warm brown, glinting with the promise of flight. the brightness of her smile makes the light of the sun pale in comparison, the same sun she’s gotten closer to than you ever will. her nose is dotted with freckles, mirroring the constellations that you’re sure she’s flown through countless times. you can practically see her wings, her halo. your confession, one you thought would land heavily in the space between you, feels like its expanding into something light. something... weightless.
the air seems to grow solid beneath you. it’s like you’ve realized you can fly. you’re starting to think you can.
This video gives off issei, hajime, tetsurou, saeko and kenma vibes. 😈
┋It's like a hobby between you two. You coming home from a tough and long day, just forgetting about everything the moment you see them lounging on the couch watching TV. Smiling softly welcoming you with a 'welcome home'
You couldn't even think about anything else but just plopping your head on top of their thighs. It's like their thighs are calling for you lmao.
When you finally do, its like you've just entered into the gates of heaven. Two pillows, amazing and squishy. Unbelievably comfortable, may I add.
And their hand goes straight to your hair, playing with it and massaging your scalp while doing so. Getting you drunk on the smell of their cologne/perfume.┋
Hiya! I'm so glad to see this event going on, i hope you get plenty of likes and love for it <3.
I'd like to ask for a blind date story, can be with guy or girl, doesn't matter, fun is paramount!
So anyway, there's not that much to say about me, I'm mostly staying at home (especially now lolz) with my PC and books, and that can make a boring person out of anyone.
I do like funny, assertive, determined, optimistic, and smart people (all at once! XD), the ones that you can connect with and talk to for hours, from random things to deep philosophical topics about life and the universe, which are frequently interrupted by sex breaks (heh). Cheeky humour and teasing is DEFINITELY needed, otherwise life is dull.
As for the anime, either Haikyuu or JJK, they have a better range or characters to draw from :3
Can't wait to see what type of spice you add in ;)
I’m setting up a blind date for you with.. Saeko!
♡ Saeko fell in love with you when she realized that since you met, none of her days have been boring
♡ she loves the late nights you spend together, either out on the town or at home, exploring each other’s hobbies and talking until the first rays of dawn
♡ and she enjoys lazy mornings with you, waking up in each other’s arms, limbs entangled and sleep still resting on your eyelids
♡ she also loves teasing you, coming up behind you in poor attempts to scare you, poking you out of nowhere and sticking out her tongue
♡ she likes that she can be childish and that you won’t think any less of her and she lets you be childish as well, appreciating the little jokes and pranks that you pull from time to time
♡ the way she shows her love is by planning things for you to do together, dates, adventures as well as being vulnerable with you, sharing her thoughts without a filter
♡ her favorite position is with her on top, holding hands and fingers intertwined, she likes watching your expressions as she traces her fingers along your body
“Come on, slowpoke! Move those legs faster or we’ll miss the opening band!” Saeko giggles as she drags you by the hand. She’s almost running, expertly dodging the people walking around the narrow street.
“Does it matter if we’re missing a couple of songs? My feet hurt,” you exclaim while you try not to crash into the bike that’s coming right at you. You manage to get out of the way just in time and you see her stop for a moment and turn to look at you.
She boops your nose with a smile, tilting her head, clearly amused. “Well, if you can’t keep up, we’re going to miss the first songs anyways. I like the band and you know I don’t care if they’re only the opening act! But I’m not pushing you, don’t worry.”
She laughs as she’s pushing a stray lock of hair from your face, planting a kiss on your forehead “You’re more important than a few songs.” She laughs as she places a kiss on each of your cheeks and one on the tip of your nose “You’re more important than the concert - if you say you don’t want to go anymore, we’ll go home.”
You feel heat burn your cheeks at the sweet words and you can’t help but smile “I never said I don’t want to go, I just want to catch my breath. And then we’ll make a run for it!”
pairing: saeko x reader
summary: saeko finds you wine tipsy, mumbling along to some pop music that’s playing way too loud. she changes the music to a softer playlist and takes your hand.
words: 655
rating: m bc alcohol mention mwah
note: UM I LOVE SAEKO SO MUCH WTF PLS ENJOY THIS PIECE I HOPE I DID WELL
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day thirteen — favorite female character
“Saeko-nee,” you whine, dragging your words and pulling up your bottom lip in a pout.
The blonde woman clicked her tongue a few times. “Tch, you’re unbelievable, y/n—” she rolled her eyes in exaggeration and continued to murmur under her breath, “why did you decide to get drunk at two in the afternoon in the first place?” She watched you waltz around the room to some pop music you had turned on before she got back from work and chuckled.
While you were twirling your body through the room, you continued chanting her name in such a loving way Saeko couldn’t help but give in to your temptations. And the temptations of the alcohol, of course.
She rose from the couch and darted over to you, finally starting to dance along with you. You cheered loudly, waving your arms up high above your head, and right as you wanted to let those arms fall down around her neck, she had taken the chance to steal the bottle of wine you had clenched tightly in your hand.
Left in confusion, neither with a bottle of wine, nor a hug from your girlfriend, you blinked a few times, not realizing what was going on. Right as you were opening your mouth to comment on the emptiness residing in your hand, Saeko spoke up.
“I’m only borrowing it. Don’t worry, don’t worry~”
You were shocked. Barely sober or not, you could perfectly fine make out the difference between Saeko’s so called ‘borrowing’ and the literal ‘chugging it down to the last drop’-type of stealing.
“Hey!”
“Hey, what?”
“That was mine!”
Saeko bursted out in laughter. “Right. Emphasis on the was.”
Losing track of the conversation, your mind drifted off to Saeko’s plump lips connecting themselves to the dark bottle of wine. The red wine that left a stain on her lips and even sneaked out from in between them, trailing a single drop of wine down her chin.
Your mouth ran dry.
“This is some good wine,” Saeko mentioned, wiping clean her chin. “Y/n, since when did you have such a good taste? Oh, hold up, wait. You’re dating me, so of course you have immaculate taste.” Too busy chasing her fingers with your eyes, you got distracted even more.
You licked your dry lips with your tongue but it’s not helping at all.
“Let me change this music, it’s way too loud for this evening.” Before you could say anything, Saeko had already moved over to your phone that had been plugged into the radio and changed the playlist. Now playing was a much softer playlist that held more piano tunes than that electrical sound you had on.
“Okay…” you complied.
You weren’t familiar with the songs, but Saeko didn’t seem familiar either. However, she had a plan. Walking over to you, she put away the bottle of wine and filled her hands with yours instead. She wrapped them around her neck, with her own around your waist and guided you in a sway around with the music.
Your bodies were suddenly compatible in every movement Saeko took you on. You felt drowsy from the wine, leaning your head down to let it rest on Saeko’s shoulder. You could feel her smile as she lays her own head on top of you, raising her arms to let her hands rest on your shoulder blades. Her soft hands were burning through your clothes, warmer than the fireplace that was burning behind the two of you. That was how much you were enjoying the feeling of your girlfriend holding you in her embrace.
Suddenly, Saeko softly pressed her lips to your scalp. And again. And again.
It brought a smile to your face and you raised one of your arms, sneaked it around your body and took Saeko’s hand in yours. You applied a bit of pressure and smiled again.
Tipsy or not, you were sober in moments in which Saeko showed how much she loved you.
