⊹₊⟡⋆ Tyger Lyli (she/her) | Adult | Artist + Writer | multifandom main blog
-> Still looking for that spell to bring the Haikyuu characters to life, so I project myself into their universe instead⊹₊⟡⋆
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I may be a bit of an elusive and shy one at first glance, my nose always buried in a book or another and my hands gathering ink stains from all my scribbling and doodling fueled by my many daydreams about all my favourite characters, but I always have a warm kettle of tea ready if you'd like to stop by the inbox and have a little chat with me, or if you have any request to send my way!
Been working on setting up a new Discord Server for Haikyuu!! that will allow fellow adult fans of the series to interact together, share their art, writings & OCs...
Lowkey would prefer to keep that server mainly for yumeshippers & fans of reader inserts + oc x cc, but part of me understands that, in this fandom, it's almost impossible to avoid cc x cc ships, so I don't really know what to do about that just yet, because I wouldn't want to police that myself (I'd just generally would rather not see it at all, really, but banning this content feels wrong at the same time yk).
Anyway, it's still under construction, because I can't tell if I managed to set up the level bot properly and I'm slightly overthinking the whole structure of the place after I let my first server die when I tried hopping from a fandom server to a multifandom one (which people didn't want) because I wanted to start sharing my HQ stuff on there since I wasn't actively making new turtle content-
also very terrified that the server won't reach the people that could be interested and could have fun in there yk
I'll still make another annoucement and add some links here and there in my HQ posts and just pray for the best when it's finally live.
What was taking the rescue crew so long? The systems had automatically, and successfully, sent the distress signal as soon as the malfunction happened. The blinking red light in the corner of the room, just above the heavy sealed door, was all the confirmation you needed to know that the signal was still doing its job.
You feel Bokuto’s arms press weakly around you. He knows you’re overthinking the late rescue situation again. He worries that you’re still wracking your pretty little head with what ifs that involved only one of you stepping inside the station’s last node, the one before the airlock that had malfunctioned and, in turn, had caused said node to auto-lock while on standby for the repair team to arrive in order to protect the rest of the unprepared crew in case whatever that was malfunctioning were to cause the airlock to suddenly open and suck out the poor souls into the vacuum of space.
Because if only one of you had gotten accidentally locked into the node, the other could potentially have gotten help faster. If only one of you had been inside, the other could have overridden the lock from the outside and you’d both be breathing plenty of air.
You can’t even remember how you got here in the first place. Your head is pounding and your body feels like you’ve struggled to run 2 marathons back-to-back. Worse yet, you don’t remember why Bokuto was with you. Or maybe you had gone with him. Maybe it was a two-person job you were heading to.
But the room is eerily empty. It’s only the creamy white metal walls and your two floating bodies. No equipment bag, not a tool floating around that could have been used to open up a panel or to force the communicator to work.
If there is a communicator. You can’t see one next to the doors where you’d expect them to be. It’s odd.
Who cares, really? The end result is the same.
You’re cold. Bokuto’s hands don’t feel nearly as warm as they should around your waist, regardless of him usually being your personnal human space-heater. You raise one hand to grab onto the front of his suit, and you notice that your nails have turned a concerning purplish-blue.
You look up at Bokuto, your head swimming so hard that you feel yourself squinting up at his face. He offers you a sleepy grin, lips blue against pearly whites, blood vessels glowing under the thin ghostly skin under warm amber eyes. The gold speckles of his irises don’t seem to shine so bright anymore though.
Your heart jumps in your throat and you wish it could close your airways just enough so that you wouldn’t need to breathe so much.
So you could keep sharing what little air was left in this airtight node that, for some unknown reason, had shut down the oxygen system. Because for some unknown reason, it was taking forever for the rescue crew to reach the both of you, so that you had used up nearly all the breathable air contained in this deathtrap of a space tin can. How long does it take for 2 people to breathe all the air in one space node? It couldn’t be anything less than a good few hours, so why hadn’t the rescue crew shown up yet? Why hadn’t they attempted to make contact with you?
Were they just waiting for you to…?
You hiccup, and bite the inside of your lip, chastising yourself for wasting oxygen like that. You didn’t know how long you had left being able to share this invisible yet necessary resource with Bokuto.
Your hands were growing numb from the cold and exhaustion; you couldn’t tell if you were still holding on tight to Bokuto’s suit or if the only reason you weren’t drifting away was because his own arms were anchoring you to his body, or if it was because both of your bodies were growing stiff from the cold piercing through your muscles to itch at your bones.
This was a nice place to fall asleep though. Right there, with your cheek resting against Bokuto’s chest, where you could listen to his heart still beating beneath the layers of strong muscles and bones. In the arms of the man you loved more than anything.
If you fell asleep there, the headache would go away, just like it always did when you’d enjoy a nice nap with Bokuto when you were struggling with a migraine.
If you fell asleep now, maybe Bokuto would have a chance.
And if you were lucky enough, the rescue crew would make it in time before the damage to your brain would be irreversible.
At the very least, you wanted them to be able to save Bokuto.
“Hey,” calloused fingers cupped your cheek, thumb hooking under your chin to tilt your head up so your eyes would meet his once more.
The corner of his lips were always curled up when Bokuto kissed you. This wasn’t any different. It was nice too, if tethering on the edge of desperate.
At that moment, Bokuto Kōtarō proceeds to breathe into you, to fill your lungs with whatever little breath he had left in him.
Your eyes snap open. The arm around your shoulders trembled lightly, but didn’t quite let go, likely too stiff already to do so.
Bokuto Kōtarō died with a loving smile on his face.
You couldn’t see it clearly, because the tears blurred your vision and the zero gravity kept the salty water in your eyes, but there was not a doubt in your mind about it. Because that’s just the kind of man Bokuto Kōtarō is.
Was.
Bokuto Kōtarō was also a fool. And he died with one last proof of his love pressed to your lips.
You gasp with what little air remained around you and use Bokuto’s last breath to finally let out all the anguish you had been collecting in every cell of your body for the past hours, hopefully powerful enough to be heard outside the node.
And if you were lucky, the stars would take pity on you and take you to join them to wherever they had taken your Kōtarō to.
You stir with a jolt. Your hand reaches for the crust keeping your eyes shut before your consciousness is able to reconnect with your body, and when it finally does, you’re overcome with a nauseating wave of pressure going around your skull.
How fun, waking up with a migraine!
Thankfully, the room is quiet (aside from the humming of electricity going to whatever devices were scattered about) and, more importantly so, it is dark. Not a single ray of light powerful enough to pierce through your lids, but you keep your hands over your eyes just in case; just because the warm pressure of your palms against the squishiness of your eyeballs feels somewhat grounding.
It takes a few moments longer for your memory to load back in: Kōtarō, the blinking red light above the heavy sealed door of the space node, the rescue that never came.
Then it’s like every nerve in your body is electrocuted at once: you open your eyes painfully wide to take in the darkness of the room you’re in, and your breath catches in your throat. The ceiling you’re currently staring at is surprisingly plain. And flat, though you’re not quite sure what you were expecting it to look like.
So the rescue-?
The ceiling gets drowned in salt water.
Why had they even bothered to save you? What was the point if your Kō wasn’t-
Movement to your right. Your neck feels stiff when you force it to turn.
The sound that finally makes it out of your mouth is somewhere between a wet gasp and a whimper.
Because you’re currently looking at a breathing Kōtarō.
There’s that peaceful small curve to his lips he always seems to fall asleep with, and he’s breathing. In… and out… steady… In… and out again… and again…
You refuse to look away from him, just in case doing so would cause him to suddenly turn on his back with his smile frozen in a mask of confidence barely covering pain and regret. You don’t blink in fear that he’ll dissolve like a dream too good to be true, and you’re almost thankful that your tears are keeping your eyes hydrated, even though they distort his features and the contour of his shoulders raising up and down, steady, up… and down again…
And you don’t mean to sniffle then. You don’t mean it to be so loud (to be fair, your ears are still buzzing with the headache that’s only been made worse as all the pieces jumble together in search for their own place in the puzzle of events, and you can’t really hear anything well above the whistling of your dripping nose), so when Kōtarō stirs, pressing his nose to his pillow as he takes a deep breath in, you hold on to whatever air that’s left in your lungs.
There’s a rumble in his throat when his brows pinch momentarily on his forehead before he peers at you with one eye.
Your tears are burning rivers on your cheek and across your nose because the gold specks in Bokuto’s eyes are shining again, despite the fact that he’s barely half-awake and you can see the cogs painfully jumpstarting in his brain.
Poor man has no idea why you’re crying in the middle of the night, but he’d be damned if he left you to suffer like that any longer: “Babe?” The sounds are a little garbled from the sleep, but he tries again, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
You practically nuzzle into the palm of his hand, calloused and warm, when he brushes away a new tear from sliding across your nose. When you sniffle again, you can faintly smell the warm amber scent of his shower gel clinging to his skin and the fresh citrus profile of his shampoo coming off both of your pillows (because Bokuto has a bad habit of clinging to your pillow until you join him in bed to take its place in his arms, and so your pillow ended up smelling like a mix of your hair products).
He’s instinctively curling his body around yours, creating a shield between you and the world and hopefully whatever had hurt you and made you cry, when he tries asking you again what’s wrong.
“’s just a nightmare, Kō-chan, I’ll be okay now,” you manage a small wobbly smile before you scoot into the safe space between his arms and press your wet cheek against his chest, where you can feel his heart beating against his ribs, strong and steady, like it should.
The hand on your cheek slides to smooth the wild hair on top of your head where he presses his lips. “Promise?”
Bokuto’s strength surrounds you, and the healthy weight of the pile of muscles that makes up your man is grounding you into reality. Because you’re not in some space station, and you’re not waiting for a rescue crew that will never come; you’re in your shared apartment in Osaka, Japan, on Earth, where oxygen isn’t a scarce resource.
“Promise.” You mumble into his chest. It still takes you a few more minutes of quietly crying in pure relief, Bokuto’s heavy hand pressing careful shapes into your back and allowing you the time to find your baseline again, but the tears eventually dry up.
You think he’s fallen back asleep by then, since his hand had stopped moving a little while ago, his fingers only brushing tiny circles on your back at irregular intervals, and it’s probably for the best, really. It would be a shame to have kept him awake this whole time, seeing how he needs all the restful sleep he can get to stay in tip top shape for volleyball. Honestly, you were ready to slip back into slumber yourself, so long as it didn’t put you back in a weird space dream again and you wouldn’t wake up with the same migraine in the morning.
“Will you tell me what your nightmare was later?” The words rumble in his throat and against the top of your head, startling you a bit.
You pout, even though he can’t see it. “But I dun’ wanna think ‘bout it anymore…”
“I wanna help you fight your fears, whatever they may be.” His voice is surprisingly quiet, a sign that he’s fighting the drowsiness from staying awake this whole time to comfort you. “But you’ll need to let me know what I’m up against, y’know. Give me fighting chance. Like, what if I’m supposed to square up against some really nasty demon? Would spiking a ball of his face even hurt him? What if it’s a ghost and the ball goes straight through?”
His chuckles mingle with yours when he feels your shoulders shake in his embrace.
“There’s no monster to fight, Kō,” you nuzzle his collarbone and settle more comfortably against him now that all the cortisol seems to have left your body heavy with sleep. “We’ll be fine, so long as we don’t go to space I think.”
“Could we even afford to do that?”
“Nope.”
“So Hokkaido is still fine for our next trip?”
“Very much so.”
“Good. I’m glad then. So long as you’re happy with me, I’ll be happy too.”
“Thank you, Kō. ‘love you.”
“’love you too, Baby Owl.”
“You promise there’ll be no crazy monsters to fight? I’m sure I could get the boys to help me out and we’d crush ‘em on the volleyball court, Space Jam style.”
“As entertaining as that would be, I promise there’s no monsters this time.”
“But you’ll tell me if there’s ever one, right?”
“Yes, Kō, I’ll tell you if you need to fight my sleep demons.”
“Okay. Good. I’ll beat them all, promise. Because our love will overcome everything. Like some crazy super boost to my natural power.”
You hum along to his sleep-deprived rambles about defeating dream monsters with the power of your love and a volleyball, the low rumble of his voice steadily lulling you back to sleep.
I drew the scenes out of chronological order, but does it really matter when the point is that they're so obviously already in love in their late teens - early adulthood, that it only makes sense that they finally share that long awaited first kiss as a welcome back after Koutarou had to leave for a longer while than usual.
Would you give them a happy ending after that kiss?
Could they finally be together?
Bokuto hadn't really planned to tell the sea beauty how he felt. Admittedly, though, the surprised gleam in her eyes combined with the glow of her red cheeks under the moon light was all it took to instantly forget about his previous blunder. In that moment, it was only them: two drifting souls that had found their way to each other.
So he grinned. And he said it again with the confidence Bokuto Koutarou's first confession deserved. Because this was the sort of confidence the both of them needed to admit to feelings that went against the separation of the Land and the Sea. And Bokuto Koutarou would gladly provide all the confidence needed all on his own if it meant seeing her smile at him so effortlessly as when it's just the two of them and he says anything remotely funny.
But standing with her in that moment, with the full moon shining upon them and nothing being asked of them, Bokuto decided to enjoy the franctic flutter of his heart in his chest.
And if you listened like he did, you could hear her own heart responding in kind, because words evaporated like sea foam before she could place them in a sensible response. A simple "me too" shouldn't be so hard to let out in the open.
Thankfully, he didn't need the words. Not tonight. Tonight, he was going to hold her hands until she'd shoo him out of the water so he could go rest without risking to drown in his love.
The silly sketches that jumpstarted my small obsession with a mermaid AU that I have hardly fleshed out for an OC I haven't quite finished in canon yet either. I just wanted to have some fun drawing them, and chibis are usually the style I can count on to shake off my perfectionism so that I can jumpstart something new.
But then I got slightly obsessed and just kept drawing them-
It did allow me to practice drawing Liliana's (OC) hair (even though her part is on the wrong side here...) and to ramble a bit about them over on my Insta stories though!
So proud to be teasing my second contribution to the Red and Rude zine!
Once again, I return with some very underrated TMNT x Power Rangers multidimentional madness! I wonder who else joined the fight? 👀
The full comic splash is a zine exclusive, so make sure to grab yourself a bundle before preorder close on May 24, 2026! Or you may have to be ninja fast during leftover sales if you want a physical copy...
Get your bundle HERE!
Check out @tmntzines for more info and if you have any questions ♡
All proceeds will go to the Sea Turtles Conservancy 🐢
wonder if u rmbr me but im the one who gave u your first hq hcs and i requested sfw and nsfw but u didnt provide the nsfw cuz i hadnt stated my age (which is fair enuf luv)
so i acc added my age to my description im sorry im kinda new to tumblr
would you mind doing the nsfw hcs when ur free?
(it was bokuto, iwaizumi, kuroo and daichi and how they show their love/ love language)
No worries at all! I'm glad you asked again, honestly, it was great thinking exercise.
Just know that not everyone asks for age-confirmation either and I'm... well, I'm new at making anything for the HQ!! fandom and I don't know how the general community around here is, the good sides and the bad, and I'm freshly out of a place where younger fans were absolutely ruthless and doing callouts left and right, destroying people left and right, sometimes without proof, because nobody taught them the proper ettiquette of interacting in fandom spaces and... well, it was a garbage fire when it turned like that, and, as the saying goes, "once bitten, twice shy", so I'm very afraid of making a misstep that could send me to the shame bin when I've barely set foot in the place...
Anyway, back to the headcanons!
It was harder than I thought it would be somehow? Like, trying to keep to the theme while looking at it from a more suggestive angle, and I can only hope that I managed to hit the mark!
Also whoops? Did I go overboard with Bokuto again? I couldn't help myself... Hope you won't mind though!
HQ!! HeadCanons: His Love Languages
pt. 2: Heating Things Up
Mixed HQ!! Cast x (f)Reader
ft. Adults / Time-skip Bokuto K., Iwaizumi H., Kuroo T., Sawamura D.
Feel free to request more characters to be added!
How does he turn up the heat?
Rated M for Mature: Mostly suggestive, there's nothing explicit described, but I'm still adding an 18+ warning because of subject matter. No Beta, could contain typos! Reader has been kept gender-neutral!
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Primary Love Language = Quality time
Secondary Love Language = Physical touch
(Not so) Secret bonus = Words of affirmation
When he’s trying to get you in the mood for some sexy time, Kōtarō’s reliance on physical touch as one of his main love languages might take center stage, and not just because making love to you is mainly a physical thing.
However, that’s not to say that quality time takes a backseat: anytime he plans a date (as in, it’s not actually just a whim of the moment thing, which happens very often with Kōtarō), you are basically guaranteed sexy time to finish the day on a high note (the highest; he’ll pull all the tricks he’s learned from his time with you to make sure of that). It’s like he’s using the date to positively get the both of you drunk on the other’s affection until it can culminate in the both of you drenched in sweat with the musk of passion sticking to your skin and your bedsheets, unable to get enough of the other, even when it might feel like you’re bordering on “too much”.
Kōtarō has a talent to turn basically any type of date into something more electric when he gets horny, all thanks to his tendency to zero-in all of his attention on you (not unlike a predator would do his next meal), which might leave you a little (or very much) embarrassed by the sheer intensity of it, but that’s mostly because he can’t be bothered to hide his adoration for you even if you’re out in public. Hell, he loves to flaunt that he is with you. Nonetheless, he’ll usually prefer a date where he gets a chance to stick physically close to you so that he can hold you, and whisper funny comments and sweet compliments against the shell of your ears. Or it will involve chasing each other in some sort of way. Either is good to him, because he’ll most certainly end up with you in his arms by the end of the night, which means he never loses.
Kōtarō wants to make you smile, to hear you laugh and giggle as your cheeks heat up under the warmth of his voice that’s a few octaves lower on purpose because he knows it makes your knees turn to jelly and he just has to keep a hand around your waist to make sure you don’t collapse.
His hands will press just a little heavier into your skin, insistent, until it feels like he’s trying to meld your bodies together before you even get to take any article of clothing off.
And when he does start taking off clothes, Kōtarō makes it feel like he’s everywhere: still talking nonsense between onslaughts of kisses anywhere he can reach on your skin, large callused hands pressing into the plushness of your skin, unable to quite stay still because the softness is too addicting to ever be satisfied, that very specific blend of scent that screams Bokuto Kōtarō clouding your brain as he keeps you flush against him at all cost so you can feel how painfully hard he gets for you.
Even if a fraction of all that passionate attention is enough to make you putty in his hands, Kōtarō also loves showing off his strength (and doesn’t really matter how heavy you think you are, he most likely can bench your weight (he’ll train for it if need be)). He’ll slide his hands down your back, get a nice handful of that sweet butt of yours while he’s there, and then slide just a little lower until he can secure his grip at the top of your thighs and lift. Before you know it, he’s got your legs wrapped around his waist and he’s keeping you there until he reaches a plush surface to place you on. That is, unless you goad him into simply pressing you against the wall. Or maybe just keeping you up there. He’ll do it. Of course he will; anything for his love.
His goal is simple: to get you as obsessed with him as he is with you so that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than tangled up and sweaty with him. And he rarely fails. Because he knows what you like; he knows what makes your heart skip a beat and he knows what sparks a fire in your belly for him, and he’ll use that knowledge surprisingly well when he wants to get you to cloud 9 with him.
Iwaizumi Hajime
Primary Love Language = Acts of service
Secondary Love Language = Quality time
Secret bonus = Physical touch
When it comes to putting you in the mood, acts of service shows up in how you’ll be coming home from work and the place will be positively spotless, with a romantic dinner with candles (Hajime always scoffed whenever Oikawa brought up this cliché, yet there he was, doing all that sappy shit for you because that’s just how wrapped around your finger he was) ready to be served. He realized pretty early that doing that whole home date thing is a huge giveaway that all his thoughts that day had been consumed by lewd images of you, especially while he was working out. He’ll never admit it, but working out horny has to be the most challenging thing he has to do on a near daily basis; some of the movements he makes just... translate so well in the bedroom, that he has to squeeze his eyes shut before he hallucinates your naked reflection in the mirror, bent over to his will, sweaty and looking up at him with the sweetest expression on your face-
Yeah, at that point, he couldn’t care less if it was clear as day that he wanted a piece of that ass after dinner. At the very least, you’d know early that he’d get a little more handsy than your usual night, and that he’d make it worth your while if you were down for it too.
Hajime’s the type to pull all the stops to make you nice and comfortable as soon as you step through the front door and removing your shoes. He’ll put away your shoes and your coat while you go get changed into something more comfortable for the rest of the night; he’ll use the softest of tones while he speaks, forcing you to lean in just a little closer to him so that you won’t miss anything; he’ll stand close enough for you to feel the warmth of his skin seeping into yours while you’re washing the dishes together after dinner, when he’s all soft smiles and stolen glances…
Gradually, fleeting touches become heavier, like his skin is magnetized to yours. He’ll pull you onto his laps if you manage to make it to the couch to cuddle with a movie you won’t watch, or he’ll hoist you up on the kitchen counter or against nearest the wall, all so he can hold you flush against him.
Another thing Hajime won’t admit out loud is how he likes showing off his strength because he knows that it turns you on: he’ll flex discreetly while holding you close so you can feel the muscles contract against you; he’ll casually manhandle you, place you exactly how he wants you to be. He’ll do anything so long as it pulls that breathless sigh from your mouth and makes you all the more pliant in his hands or grabbing on to his arms and shoulders like you never want to let go. He tells himself that this is why he shows off at all, but really, it gets his blood boiling hotter every time he pulls that little smirk from you because you know he knows what he’s doing to you.
But the sweetest trick Hajime has up his sleeve when it comes to putting you in the mood for some intimacy, is how he’ll put your pleasure above his own before truly starting anything: it’s making sure he’s using just the right amount of force to move you about & take away your clothes; it’s never leaving a bruise intentionally (it happens sometimes, and he always apologizes for it)… unless it’s a hickey, but those are usually strategically hidden to save you from embarrassments while it heals; it’s making sure he keeps you warm against his burning skin even when it physically hurts him to have to hold back when he’s already got you so close that he’s getting high on the lingering perfume of your shampoo filling his nose. But he has to hold back. He has to wait for his love to be ready for him to get just a little more rough. He’s already had to wait all day for this, what’s a few more minutes of foreplay anyway?
Kuroo Tetsurō
Primary Love Language = Words of affirmation
Secondary Love Language = Quality time
Secret bonus = Gift giving
This man. He may be a nerd (probably the worst case you’ve ever met), and he may say really silly things because of his smarts (which might sound counter-intuitive, but he makes it work somehow), but good lord does he know just what to say?
Well, he always does, but… when it comes to turn up the intimacy, you never really know if what he’ll mumble into your skin will be on the cheesy-nerdy or the hot-nerd side of the scale. The words themselves aren’t usually too scandalous taken out of context, but when he’s standing purposefully close to you, fingers barely grazing your skin wherever he sees it uncovered, his expensive cologne hugging your senses, that’s when they turn into hot fudge for your soul.
He likes to steal lines from movies (those are usually a little cheesy, but it might be because they’re coming from Testurō instead of a professional actor), but the worst is when he recites some particularly spicy lines from the romance novel you’re currently reading, and he somehow makes it work. Probably because his voice suddenly gains the power of molten lava to light up a fire in your belly that will only ever be quenched by his touch. Which he holds back. Over and over. Driving you crazy with more desire for him. Yeah, he’s really good at that, the tease.
Tetsurō is another one who likes to set the mood with a date where he gets to unabashedly spoil you, whether it be with little meaningful gifts while you’re out, getting you all the snack foods you two will be sharing, or with his pure adoration for you. He’ll male you feel like the word could be falling apart around the both of you and you’d still be safe, held in the warm embers of his gaze and the tip of his fingers lingering somewhere on your body. But he tends to prefer to stay in for those more intimate dates; setting the lighting low, maybe some quiet background music, some good food and possibly some sort of game that will have you bite your lips and tease each other until your skin is magnetized together.
Some days though, Tetsurō just shows up with a new sex toy or some risqué outfit for either of you, and that’ll be all he’ll need to spark things up for the night. But you better be ready, because it’ll be a long one.
Again, Tetsurō is unpredictable, and that’s part of the fun with him, but there’s one thing you can expect from him when it comes to building intimacy: restraint and teasing. Fleeting touches, double entendre whispered into your skin, sometimes actual restraints and blindfolds... He always has a trick up his sleeve, even when you’ve long figured out what his favourite kinks were.
Sawamura Daichi
Primary Love Language = Acts of service
Secondary Love Language = Words of affirmation
Secret bonus = Gift giving
Oh Daichi. Steady, reliable handyman Daichi. So sweet in how he’ll trip over his own two feet when trying something new in the bedroom and so predictable when it comes to heating things up.
He’s a classic case of not-so-subtly standing closer to you while you’re doing literally anything, settling his hands on your hips or, better yet, your thighs as he rubs his thumbs into the plushness of your skin with that purposeful pace that screams “horny”.
Poor man has no idea how to be “original” when trying to turn up the heat for some intimacy, so he counts his stars every time you still want him after he flubs whatever it is he was trying to recreate that he had seen you awe at in a romantic movie you had watched together recently. Honestly, he just doesn’t realize that the hottest thing about this whole situation is how cheesy it is, yet he’s making it hot, simply because you love him and, well, he’s hot. He’d never believe you if you ever admitted to him that his bashful laugh alone makes your brain malfunction.
And that’s the thing with Daichi: if he intentionally tries to set the mood for sex, he’ll somehow fail, yet he can come back home, shoot you that I’m-exhausted-but-damn-am-I-glad-to-be-coming-home-to-you smile as he discards his shoes in the genkan and starts loosening his uniform’s tie, next thing he knows, he’s guiding you to the bedroom while you fight the buttons of his shirt blindly, too busy kissing him silly.
Daichi doesn’t understand how his mere person can become a turn on to you. A sleepy kiss to your shoulder with a quiet “mornin’ honey” as he slips an arm around your waist for a quick hug before he grabs his cup of morning coffee; it’s the gravel in his voice when he’s not trying and the burning imprint of his skin through your clothes that gets to you.
You should probably remind him once in a while that he doesn’t have to try so hard, that you can get turned on while admiring the veins going up his arms when he rolls up his sleeve to do literally anything around your place.
As your relationship grows and you unlock new kinks with him, you’ll sooner or later find out just how natural dirty talk is to Daichi: he’s amazing at leading in the bedroom as well as leading you to the bedroom. When he gets particularly horny, it’s like a switch is hit and he’ll be direct, his hands not wasting too much time burning trails along your nerves with a simple “let’s go somewhere more comfortable, love”, hot breath fanning against your throat and making your heart skip a few dangerous beats as you drop whatever it is that you were busy doing to follow him.
Compliments king: he’ll be using encouragements long before he has you moaning his name, almost like foreplay to foreplay. Expect a lot of “breathtaking”, “couldn’t help myself”, “do you know how hard it is for me to leave you for so many hours every time I get called to work?” and more. So long as he doesn’t start overthinking about what he thinks you want him to do or say and he just relies on his love for you and his instincts (as well as put to good use what he learned you liked and didn’t like), he’ll have the easiest time turning you to putty in his hands.
Alright I managed to finish 2/4 characters tonight, even though I keep getting distracted by the same images I'm trying to describe...
Now the question is: do I sacrifice some of my sleep to keep going now or do I hope I can finish the remaining 2 sets of hc tomorrow so I can edit ASAP and be ready for posting on Friday (possibly maybe)?
Primary Love Language = Quality time
Secondary Love Language = Physical touch
(Not so) Secret bonus = Words of affirmation
Don’t get me wrong, Words of affirmation is also very important to this man, especially during his teen years, but I think he sort of grows out of it as he realizes that he, himself, isn't that great with finding the right words (he tries, but he gets embarassed when he still mixes up his expressions or vocabulary). Also, he prefers to receive them, and he doesn’t always feel too confident in his ability to express how deep and true his feelings for you are: that's when he stumbles the most despite his efforts.
He’ll still be your #1 cheerleader and will never miss an opportunity to give you a heartfelt compliment (and you better believe that Kōtarō 100% means what he says when he’s complimenting you).
But with him, it’s the undivided attention.
It’s in the way he’ll look at you like you’re the only thing that’s ever existed in the room; it’s in how he’ll pour himself, heart & soul, to you like he does volleyball; it’s in how he’ll surprise you by remembering details from those deep conversations you’ll have under the cover of night; it’s how he gets so invested in whatever you’re interested in simply because you like it, so it must be amazing because you are amazing to him; it’s how he’ll ask questions about you and listen to your answers & commit them to heart and then forget to pack his post-workout protein shake in his bag the morning after.
He loves when you two find common interests, but even more so when you can find ways to spend time together and have fun doing various things together despite living in different worlds. He’s very likely to entice you to do activities that have you move your bodies (think amusement centers where he can throw you in a pit of soft multi-coloured cubes and jumping in after you to pull you out, (interior) rock climbing, hiking, laser tag, maybe even dance lessons or running around the arcade; anything that could strike your fancy and that wouldn’t be too much for you), but he’ll happily indulge you in any creative endeavour you may have.
He honestly has a blast when you both go to those artsy café where you can enjoy your drink while painting mugs or making anything with your two hands (so long as it's a matching set, that's very important to him and he couldn't care less if it's cheesy), even if his ends up looking extra messy (though he likes to ask for your help to make sure it’s not horrendous, since he really wants your creations to be displayed somewhere in your shared apartment).
This man will know you deeper than you might even know yourself, or at least he’ll show you a different type of depth you might not even have realized you have (and people don’t believe you when you say that your “simple” Kō manages to reach that far into your soul like it’s second nature to him, yet it absolutely is).
And for those moments when he feels like all words fail to express just how deep his love for you is, Kōtarō relies on Physical touch. After all, while you can fumble with words, you have to be trying real hard to fuck up a hug, and Kōtarō never messes up a hug. Please tell him he gives the best hugs in all of Japan (because he does).
He’ll make sure that his presence will surround every cell of your person in those moments when his feelings for you are just about bursting out of his skin. Which happens quite often, really (he’s down bad when he’s in love). It's hugs that glue all the pieces of your soul back together and seal them with gold; crushing cuddles that might make your limbs go numb in how his weight is pressing into you, but will always make your whole body fizz with love like you’re made of fairy dust inside; fluttering kisses that will tingle on your face until you can't help but giggle; and deep kisses that make you weak at the knees, so he'll just have to hold you close with both of his large hands wrapped around you, or he'll simply have to hoist you up in this arms and secure you there.
But on a day-to-day basis, his affection shows more through him almost always keeping some level of contact with you: in public, he’ll start with simple and cute hand-holding, but it may evolve to a hand to the small of your back when the crowd gets too overwhelming for you and you’re just trying to get through to your destination; he’ll stand close enough to brush his shoulder to yours; his thigh will press lightly into your leg when he sits next to you; in private, he’ll always brush a hand on you whenever he's withing reach, anywhere he feels is the most enticing at the moment (nothing is off limits, but he has a preference for your hips because he gets a chance to squeeze your butt before he has to pull away), and of course all the cuddles you may want and more.
Iwaizumi Hajime
Primary Love Language = Acts of service
Secondary Love Language = Quality time
Secret bonus = Physical touch
Hajime is a strong believer in “actions speak louder than words”.
He doesn’t necessarily believe that talk is cheap, and he’s very aware that words can hurt much deeper than fists, and so it must mean that they also hold the power to mend the deepest wounds too. Problem is, he doesn’t trust himself to be gentle enough with his words. He’s always been the direct and honest to a fault type, so he’s learned that silence is gold when all your thoughts get too mean or judgmental. Doesn’t mean he won’t tell you if something’s bothering him, he will, but he might sit with it and mull for a good moment before he approaches you with it so he can do it in the most gentle way he can without circling around the issue (he’ll struggle, so please acknowledge his efforts? He’s doing it all for you).
So if he’s not the best with words (at least that’s what he figures; he’s not as bad as he thinks, truly), he’ll turn to quiet ways he can show his love for you, and the first is Acts of services: anything that can make both of your lives easier, he’ll do it without you having to ask. He picks up the small things that are out of place around your living space (he’ll start with picking up and cleaning empty glasses at the beginning of your relationship when he’d come over), he’ll wash that small bit of dishes after you’ve both eaten, he’ll consistently make sure that you’ve eaten something healthy and drank your water, he’ll learn to separate your laundry so that he can help you with the loads, and so on, and so forth.
If he has to be away for his work, he’ll make sure to go grocery shopping with you so that you can be stocked up on fresh ingredients with an actual plan for you to make yourself some healthy meals while he’s gone (so he doesn’t have to worry that you’ll make yourself feel bad or sick by eating crap while he’s not there so motivate you to eat your greens and lean proteins). He’ll still text you regularly and asks you what you have eaten, even ask pictures of your meals (they do make him happy, but the best part to him is how excited you get when you’re sharing because you’ll be so proud of yourself for remembering and applying what he has taught you about nutrition (that’s something else that he’s done as An act of service, though that was also some well spent Quality time) and he’s even more proud of you for your efforts).
As for Quality time, yes, it does include gym dates if you’re up for it. He’s a pro trainer: he knows how to make a workout that’ll fit your needs and reconcile your strengths and weaknesses, so that you can have fun with him there and not positively hate everything about yourself and the gym. He’ll throw in some banter, cute challenges and the best rewards for a job well done though, so do indulge him once in a while. He wants you to be healthy so you can both live long together.
If you’re more artistic, he’ll happily go on museum dates with you; he’ll take notes of new art exhibitions or small concerts that pop up around the city when he comes across a poster ad that catches his eye so you can go check it out later together.
He always remembers your go-to when you go on a café date where you’ll be spending hours just enjoying the other’s presence as if you were the only two in the room, talking about anything that crosses your mind,
However, you’ll have the best deep conversations with him when he brings you home to Miyagi, where you can actually sit under the stars and the sound of your voices are drowned out by the incessant screeching of the cicadas and the frogs from the rice fields nearby.
He swore to himself he was going to propose to you on one of those starry summer nights.
Kuroo Tetsurō
Primary Love Language = Words of affirmation
Secondary Love Language = Quality time
Secret bonus = Gift giving
This. Man. What can I say? He’s got a way with words.
He’s not really the type to go all mushy gooey with his words, not seriously at least, and he’s not typically one to go for those overused, admittedly boring compliments. Oh no, honey, no no no, that just wouldn’t do, not at all…
No, this nerdy tomcat is a master of teasing, and the way he does it is through an interesting and ever-changing mix of mocking you and actually complimenting you. He’ll say things so casually that, unless you’re paying attention, you won’t be able to tell if what he just said was meant to ruffle your feathers or if he had been genuinely (and randomly) sweet. Sort of how we can say the most savage things with a sweet tone and most won’t even notice that you meant to be mean? Except Tetsu does mean to be sweet at all times with you when he uses that honeyed tone with you (you know the one, that tone when his voice reaches half to a whole octave lower just for you, because that’s also part of the game for him).
Long story short, Words of affirmation for Tetsurō doesn’t shape up to be your typical saccharine compliments. You can get those from your family and friends; he likes to do them one better by actually giving you uplifting pep talks when you feel down (yes, his pep talks are nerdy, but that’s part of his charms), he’ll change up his nicknames for you more often than you can get used to them and all of them are based off inside jokes or basically anything he associates with you.
It’s in the random but consistent texts, especially when he either has to be away for his job or his hours are stretched impossibly long for projects and meetings upon meetings, that he uses to check up on you, asks you how your day is going, sends you random photos he took that days of something he came across that made him think of you (as if he didn’t always think of you, when you’re the angel on his shoulder that whispers nonsense in his ear when he gets bored during a meeting that’s taking forever to end when it all could’ve been an email), or a new pickup line.
You can never be certain what you’ll be seeing when you open that new notification from Tetsu. You learned your lesson the first time he sent you something risky and you had naively opened it with your friends around. Thank goodness it was just a text, but you had blushed so hard, you always mentally prepare yourself now. Or at least you try to; Tetsu’s an expert at throwing curveballs.
Since he’s a very busy man, Tetsurō highly values the time he gets to spend with you, when he gets to just be with you. Deeply, having moments when you can connect your minds & souls doing the most mundane things together.
Sure, going out dates are fun, and he loves taking you on weekend trips to the mountains, to those remote ryokan with the best private onsen baths that you’ll be enjoying together that must be costing a pretty penny but they're so worth it you can't bring yourself to complain too much about it, away from the city and its busy busy people. Or you may go to the beach, maybe with all your friends too, and he’ll get you to learn and play some volleyball with him, even if it simply means gently tossing the ball to each other until he decides that he’d rather throw you into the waves because you looked too hot there…
But Tetsu goes just a little weaker when he can do the most domestic things with you: cook or bake a meal together, taking twice as long to make it because you’re too busy getting lost in your conversation, maybe sipping on a drink while you taste whatever you two are making maybe too many times then would be necessary, and failing to stop the giggling when he manages to still be a flirt like you’re both still broke college students who could only do "fancy" ramen cups (he still brings those up whenever the both of you are too exhausted to cook a meal and he always makes them into a home date).
He’ll commit that precious time spent with you to heart, then use every detail he’s learned about you to (as mentioned before) find you new nicknames, finetune his pep talks and silly pickup lines to fit you, but also to plan your next shared day off to do it all over again, because it has yet to feel stale and he intends to keep it that way, but also to surprise you with a variety of gifts. Because of course he's got a knack at finding those, and of course he won't care about spending a good chunk of money so long as it's on you.
Sawamura Daichi
Primary Love Language = Acts of service
Secondary Love Language = Words of affirmation
Secret bonus = Gift giving
Did you really expect a civil servant to not go for Acts of services as one of their main love languages? Okay, maybe it's a bit predictable, but it's forever reliable, steady Daichi we are talking about, so you'll forgive me, yeah?
Faucet is leaking at your (shared) place? Something weird happening with the shower? Need to change a light bulb anywhere? What about moving the furniture around so that you can reach those places with the vacuum or just because you're bored of the current setting? Need to throw out the trash maybe? All done in a jiffy. And if he can’t do it himself (or with the help of the Internet), he’ll know someone who’ll be able to help.
Honestly, the only reason you can tell if anything is wrong with your place is because you’re home more often than he is, what with his long shifts at work. Otherwise, you’d never have noticed that leak in the first place and you’d come home to those beautiful new curtains you bought already hung over the bedroom window.
Just tell him the word, and he’s there to serve you. He doesn’t always anticipate what you might want from him, but he’s generally really good at making sure all the laundry is already sorted in their respective baskets (well, he still makes mistakes with your clothes, but he’s making a clear effort and he’ll ask if he’s not sure) before you’re ready to wash a load, or putting away the dishes in the dishwasher and cleaning your mugs before he leaves for work, etc.
He also enjoys helping around in the kitchen, but he’s not the best with judging cooking times, so relay him to the prep work and he’ll be happy as can be.
As for Words of affirmation: He’s a sweet texter. Throughout the day, he likes to send you short and simple “I love you, honey”s, “thinking of you”s, “miss you”s and “can’t wait to be home to you, my love”s. He’s not over the top with the frequency or the content of his messages, but he'll offer just a bit more if he knows that you’re supposed to be having quite the busy day, and he'll also check up on you while he’s at it. He might not be able to respond to you right away once you see his message (not unless he wants to get an earful from his superiors for being distracted on his phone), but you know he’s taking every opportunity he gets.
At home, he’s very much into using all the classic nicknames instead of using your name, but what he really loves to do is to whisper into your ears. He loves to see the hair at the nape of you neck stand up from the low rumble of his voice and the warmth of his breath fanning over your skin. He gets such a reaction without even having to touch you: it's such a thrill, really. He could be saying anything and he’d get that reaction, but he tends to go with sweet nothings and reminding you that you’re an amazing human being.
He’s honestly quite cheesy with his speeches in general, but you know he’s well intentioned, and he only realizes after the fact that he has said something that made him look like the fool in love that he is. You can always forgive him though (not like it’s very hard when you see the blush on the tip of his ears).
