When you two had decided to keep things casual and lowkey, he thought he had it handled.
Easy, right? No labels. No fuss. No reason to tweak out.
Until about 2 days later when Hinata’s casually asking you out to lunch.
Bright grin, sparkling eyes, sunshine practically pouring out of him. You smile sweetly and glance at Atsumu for just a second before accepting.
Something twists in his stomach, something hot and ugly.
Later that night, he's got you pinned beneath his heavy body as you cuddle on the couch.
“Yer not goin' out with him," he grumbles, stubborn frown firmly in place.
"It's just lunch," you laugh, brushing your fingers through his hair gently, “It's friendly”
“Don’t care. Yer my girl, I ain’t lettin Mr. Sunshine steal ya away”
You can’t help the laugh at escapes you, goofy little grin on your lips that cools his head a little, “I thought we were keeping things casual?” you tease lightly.
He puffs out his cheeks, frowning, “I only said yeah cause ya suggested it! If it were up to me, we’d be at the courthouse gettin married right now!”
He immediately freezes, the tips of his ears turning pink, his face morphing into pure horror as he blinks at you.
Like even he can’t believe he just said that.
Lucky for him, you laugh it away, the sound filling the room easily.
He huffs out a little laugh of his own, shyly glancing away from your face, nervous knots in his stomach.
It's almost hard to watch him squirm, his usual confidence nowhere to be found, replaced by something so unbearably sweet and flustered.
You gently pull his face back toward yours, amused smile tugging at your lips, “You wanna marry me already?”
Atsumu groans, immediately burying his face in your shoulder, “Yer makin' fun of me”
"I'm just asking!”
He peeks up at you, ears still burning red, heart beating way too hard.
“I don't think I'm cut out for casual," he suddenly blurts.
The confession hangs in the air for just a moment.
His arms tighten around your waist, “I tried. Really. But every time somebody looks at ya for longer than two seconds, I start tweakin out”
“You’re such a loser”, you tease, scrunching your nose at him, pretending the confession didn’t make your stomach flip.
“I’d bark if ya asked me” he says real serious, pulling a laugh from you.
“Hopeless,” you mumble, cupping his cheeks to leave little kisses all over.
“Eh,” Atsumu shrugs easily, leaning into your touch, “I’m a loverboy, so what?”
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A/N: I’ve got way more time to write now, prepare to be sick of me
loveboy atsumu is so canon to me u can’t tell me that man isn’t obnoxiously in love with his partner
- ❝request; You're shorter than your man, too short to reach for a kiss unless you tiptoe, tug on his collar and have him lean down for you, that is.❞
˚₊‧꒰ა Tags ໒꒱ ‧₊˚: Suggestive themes, fluff, teasing, short!reader; SFW. Reader is she/her. 𓂃۶ৎ wc: 300 for each seperate fic, roughly.
₊˚ʚ Characters/status: Rob Lucci, Sir Crocodile, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Donquixote Doflamingo, Roronoa Zoro (established relationship ˖ ໒꒱)
❝ ᝰ.ᐟ note: Oda make Mlem and Lucci canon already, thanks! >ᴗ<❞
Rob Lucci 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
He gave you a brow. Hands in his pocket, wearing a dark suit and watching you with darker eyes.
“Have you no dignity?” His voice is flat, cold but you don’t care.
You keep tiptoeing, lips still pouting and hands fisting his shirt. Pulling him. “Robbie… please, just one kiss.”
His brow line creases. Half-offended. “Don’t… call me that.”
You hum, going back to your feet. Pouting.
He’s not indulging you. Not moving one inch to kiss your lips.
Fine then.
It’s war.
You’ll nag him till he gives in.
“Luuuuci, pleaseee,” you whine out and he sighs through his nose as you keep tiptoeing up.
No answer. Just condescension seeping through his gaze.
You keep tugging, whining and only when you hear Kaku’s voice calling you both from a distance do you stop. Glancing to the source of his echo. And when you let go of Rob’s collar, eyes drifting away to the distance and heels padded fully on the floor—does he place a hand on your jaw, sliding your face to meet his gaze.
And you blink.
long, dark hair trail down your face. Tickling your shoulders, as one smooth motion of his hand slide down your hips to the small of your back, bringing you up to meet his lips.
Rob’s calloused fingers digs into your flesh, forcing a whine to leave your mouth, which he seals with a kiss. muffling you.
And the kiss is not soft but raw—pushing, claiming, forcing you to lean back so to retain footing but his hand on your jaw has made its way to the back of your hair. Forcing you deeper into his kiss.
And when Kaku’s footsteps trudge closer, only then does Rob part from you—lips clicking, strings of saliva between your tongue as he straightens himself, and your cheeks burn at the sight of his face.
Smug, cocky and entirely pleased with himself.
Jerk.
Sir Crocodile 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
Sir Crocodile was giving you a look… quite similar from what he gives that tardy clown except there is a hint of amusement in it. But only a hint.
You were pulling on his vest, frowning.
It’s been ten whole minutes and he’s not budging.
Meanie.
“Sir… please.”
He gives you a brow, a corner of his grin going up.
“Please, what?”
Your cheeks burn flushed. “You know what.”
He tilts his head to the side, ash falling off his cigar. “No, I don’t. Indulge me.”
Your knuckles clenches, tugging at the fabric of his shirt.
He’s taunting you! What a rude little….
“You look like you’re about to explode, need a hand with anything?”
“You—…” You bite your tongue, trying to tiptoe even higher, pull his shirt even harder.
You start growing frustrated and embarrassed, but he’s been so handsome the whole day, you can’t imagine yourself leaving without kissing him—but it’s been a whole ten minutes, and still! He’s not budging.
The frustration starts to make you teary, hands clutching the fabric of his shirt so hard you feel like you’re going to tear it off of him and only then—when your eyes start glaze with tears, and your breathing starts growing hot with fury, does he lean in.
Arms unfolding. One last smoke taken before the cigar is dropped to the ground. Hook landing around your waist, tugging you closer as he grabs your ass, ringed fingers digging into the soft of your flesh as he lifts you up by the back.
Meeting his lips.
The kiss is soft, faint—until you press deeper, further, growing desperate enough that his tongue skims over your lips. Your heart starts beating out of your chest, hard and erratic as the kiss grows hotter, heavier, wet sounds escaping you both.
And when he parts? Setting you down by the ground?
It’s all smugness and adoration.
His larger hand making it to the side of your face.
“Be a good girl and fetch a new cigar in my jacket for me.” his voice rasps, thumb rubbing your lower lip.
And that’s all he has to offer for you to pad across the room. Face completely burnt.
Trafalgar D. Water Law 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
“What are you doing.”
“What does it look like, Law!?” You huff out, toes starting to ache as you try and tiptoe further up. And Law looks at you like he should take pity on you or mock you completely.
“Law, please, just—”
“Just what?” He muses, smirk coming into place and your cheeks burn.
“Please. Just, one kiss,” your voice comes out soft, too soft and it makes him want to tease you harder.
“Why should I? Last time I checked, you called me a jerk.”
“That was two days ago!”
“And still no apology.”
You clutch onto his collar with both of your hands, trying to tug him down but he’s not budging, and the smug grin of his isn’t either.
“please Law…”
“go on, please what?”
Your brows pull, face turning into fire, “Please, I'm sorry… Can you kiss me?”
Law tilts his head, the expression he wears on his face is untelling—the grin hasn’t dropped, the cockiness as prevalent as ever and your heart beats into a storm at the sight of it. Knuckles clenching, cheeks sizzling and brows pulled hard enough to form a vein. And just when you think he’ll mock you once more, do you feel his hands land on your shoulders, sliding down your ribs, slow and streaming—landing under your butt, lifting you off your feet.
the gap closes and the friction of clothes grinding between one another makes you arch, as he lands his mouth on yours.
Pushing, claiming, and you feel his tongue skimming over yours—and on instinct—you suck.
The kiss grows hot, wet; saliva and groans exchanging between you two, parting only to breathe.
For a moment, Law only looks at you.
Taking in your features.
Breath hot on your face, and something soft settles in his gaze.
His voice low, almost a mumble under his breath and you barely catch it.
“Pretty.”
You blink. “What—?”
He kisses you again. Pushing your ass even further up, and you whine into it.
Yeah.
You two are going to be kissing for a good while.
Donquixote Doflamingo 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
He was being a mean, rude, cocky, snobby and a barbarous little shitbird about your situation.
And it makes you seethe, hands tugging onto the pink feather of his coat.
Pulling, yanking, face fuming with frustration as you stare up his stupid handsome face.
“Doffy… please, just lean down.”
He has the audacity to snort out loud and you scoff, offended.
Your cheeks burn into fire, swallowing your pride—you’re not giving up, not yet.
“You’re mean.” You huff and he takes a strand of your hair between his fingers, twirling it.
“Yeah? If I’m so mean, the why are you beggin’ for a kiss, hmm?”
You pull out the trump card. “Because I love you.”
And he freezes.
You decide to go in for the kill — you give him that doe eyed look, the coquettish, begging one. “Please Doffy.” Your voice is soft, pleading, “Just one, it’s all I want.”
Doflamingo flicks your hair from his fingers, hand grabbing your jaw, as he leans down—slamming his mouth into yours.
And the taste of wine, cocktails, pineapple juice and corruption seeps all into you; his tongue sloshes over yours. Wet, hot and messy as he forces you deeper into it, possessive hands travelling down your waist and latching onto your hips. Hoisting you up.
The kiss starts growing sloppy; clicking sounds and moans slipping every time you tilt into a new angle.
And when you part, its only to breathe, huff and ground yourself. Head dizzy. Doflamingo’s forehead nudging yours.
“You love me, huh? Then you have no one to blame but yourself.” He grins, and it’s not sweet or adoring, no—it’s got wickedness written all over it; but you know what’s worse?
He is right. This is no one’s fault, but your own.
Roronoa Zoro 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃
You were practically doing mini jumps to get to this man.
Tiptoeing. Neck arching. Hands tugging his collar as he gives you a long, long stare.
Arms crossed.
“Zoro.”
“No.”
You tug his shirt. “Zoro!”
“No.”
“Please!”
“Still; no.”
This is how it has been between you two for ten minutes.
You’ve been trying to steal a kiss, he’s been watching your failed attempts with the most aloof, most unbothered, most ‘this-gotta-be-a-joke-but-I-also-dont-want-it-to-end-just-yet’ face ever.
You were leaning forward, he was leaning back.
“You’re not giving me a chance!”
“So?” He gives you a brow and your face pulls into a frown. Cheeks starting to burn.
“Lean down. Please.”
Zoro blinks, slowly, before eventually tilting his head to the side, a cocky smirk coming into place.
“Sure.”
You regain some hope, tiptoeing further up, straining yourself even.
“Really!?”
“Yeah. if you beg.”
At that, your face sullen once more.
“I’ve been begging.”
“Yeah? Well, I guess you don’t want to kiss me that badly then—” He unfolds his arms, moving away and you panic. Latching harder onto him.
“Please!” You tug him towards you, ignoring the widening grin on his face.
“Please, please kiss me, please it’s all I want. Just one.”
“You want it that bad huh?”
You swallow your pride, and nod.
And at that, he scoffs. Hands going to your ass, groping, squeezing as he lifts you off the ground, his crotch grind against yours, fabric causing friction between one another as he hoists you further up—meeting his lips.
Soft. Sweet.
Lips clicking when he parts.
And he gives you a smaller smile, “Happy?”
“As if.” You lock your arms over his shoulders, bringing you two into a kiss once more.
And this time, it’s deeper, longer and messier. you have decided to reap your reward to the fullest.
Pairings! Luffy x reader, Zoro's x reader, Sanji x reader, Ace x reader, Shanks x reader, Law x reader, Kidd x reader, Doflamingo x reader, Smoker x reader, Crocodile x reader
➵Luffy would definitely be the one to kiss you first. Knowing him, he would definitely do it impulsively and with no hesitation at all. It would probably happen in a moment when he's happy or excited. He'd give you a quick peck on the lips and have the widest grin on his face afterwards. He probably wouldn't even realise it was your first kiss (probably his too) until he noticed how flustered you looked. Then he'd blink, tilt his head, and ask "Hehe, why're you all red" before grinning and kissing your cheek. Then before you could even process what happened, he already moved on and started talking about what would Sanji cook for dinner today.
➵Zoro probably wouldn't kiss you first. Zoro would be awkward at physical affection at first but once he get's used to it, he'll be the one to start things first. When you
kiss him for the first time, he would definitely freeze up and turn red. Then when you pull away from the kiss, he's completely frozen for a second. Then he mutters a quiet "tch" before looking the other way to hide his face. He'd probably avoid eye contact for a short while because his face heats up immediately. It would probably be in a private place because I don't think he's into PDA. Sure you both can link arms, hold hands, or a short hug. But that's it for him, anything else is a no. And kissing him when it's just the two of you just makes it more romantic and special.
➵Sanji would absolutely kiss you first. This guy perfectly planned every single second for this moment. It would definitely be somewhere romantic, like a sunset at the beach after a candle lit dinner. He'd stare into your eyes lovingly as he grabs the side of your face, asking "May I?" Because Sanji is an absolute gentleman and would always ask for consent, just incase you're not comfortable doing something. And after the kiss, he would probably say something cheesy like "oh the gods have blessed me with a kiss from a goddess" before fainting. Don't get me wrong he really tried to keep hiscomposure, but he can't help feeling this way about you.
➵Ace would impulsively kiss you first. It would probably happen in a place where you're both alone after everything went quiet. He's admiring you one moment then the next he ends up actually kissing you because why not? When you both pull away, Ace would then realise what he just did and get all flustered. Stuttering and fidgeting trying to explain himself. Then you shut him up by kissing him again, which made him more nervous and flustered.
➵Shanks would kiss you first. You both would be in a place alone together, and Shanks just decides "yep this is the right moment" and kisses you (it is the right moment). It could be on the ship deck late at night under the stars or in a field of flowers. He'd probably tease you first a little then as you laugh at his teasing. Then you notice he's just smiling at you, holding his gaze for a second longer than usual before leaning in and kissing you. Afterwards, he'd probably grin and say something stupid to tease you about it.
➵Law would maybe kiss you first. Law would think about it for way too long and over analyze the moment until it passes. This guy has tried so many times to kiss you but his mind gets in the way and the perfect opportunity slips. Law prefers a quiet atmosphere and no people except you both for anything like a first kiss like under the stars or while lying down somewhere private. And when it actually does happen, his whole body becomes slightly tense and controlled. Afterwards, on the outside he looks completely fine with a slight blush on his cheek. Internally is a different story, this guy's mind over analysis every moment and his whole mind becomes a disaster. But if he took too long and you kiss him first, Law would be a disaster inside and out. He'd freeze and get all flustered and shy trying to hide his face. And when you make a comment or tease him about it he'd say "Shut it" and hide his face from you.
➵Kidd would kiss you first, but in an angry way. The first kiss would probably happen mid argument or when your both annoyed at each other. You would be arguing with him, scolding him for being reckless then he just harshly grabs your face and shut you up with a kiss. I imagine the first kiss would be rough and brash. That's just simply his nature. Then when he pulls away and you say "What was that for?!", he grumbles and replies like "tch, you won't shut up". Then you scold him even more because that was your first kiss and he just took it in the least romantic moment.
➵Doflamingo would kiss you first. He'd kiss you when the moment feels like it for him. It'd be both soft and rough and completely in his terms. Doflamingo would grab your cheek all of the sudden and kiss you. He's also definitely really confident and cocky about the whole thing. And afterwards when you ask him "What was that for?" Because you completely didn't expect it, he'd just grins and say "Why, cat got your tounge?". And would definitely tease you if you suddenly get all shy and flustered.
➵Smoker would kiss you first, but you'd have to wait for a long time. Unlike Luffy and Ace, Smoker isn't impulsive at all. He's the type to think things through and definitely at the right moment. It would probably happen where something happens after a moment of tension and he just stops thinking and does it. Like getting separated during a battle and he gets worried because he can't find you. Then afterwards, he finally finds you and just pulls you in for a kiss suddenly. He'd lean his forehead on top of yours and say "Don't disappear on me like that ever again" because this guy genuinely loves you and can't bear the thought of losing you.
➵Crocodile would kiss you first. Once he decides he wants to kiss you, it will happen. Because one thing about Crocodile is that once he decides something, he'll follow through with it. If the moment was interrupted by somebody walking in or some other reason, he'll shoot them a glare and continue with what he planned. It would be both slow and rough, because he's just never been the type to rush. Then afterwards he just looks into your eyes and smile at you, which is a rare sight considering how composed and nonchalant he is. Matter of fact, you're probably the only person that can make him smile genuinely.
they all have a favorite place to kiss you ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ and they all get a little softer when it comes to you (｡•́‿•̀｡)
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Monkey D. Luffy = cheeks
Monkey D. Luffy kisses your cheeks like it is the most natural thing in the world, always rushing in without hesitation, pulling you close first like he cannot wait even a second to feel you near him.
Monkey D. Luffy repeats cheek kisses when excited, each one messy and loud, followed by laughter that makes it clear Luffy is not thinking, only reacting to how happy you make him feel.
Monkey D. Luffy gets extremely clingy when jealous, refusing to let anyone stand too close, immediately wrapping arms around you and pressing your cheeks repeatedly just to make his presence obvious.
Monkey D. Luffy holds your face in both hands when emotional, kissing slower for once, like he suddenly realizes he wants to stay like this without moving away at all.
Monkey D. Luffy never understands subtle affection, so everything becomes obvious—loud kisses, tight hugs, and constant closeness that makes it clear you are his favorite person on the ship.
Roronoa Zoro = forehead
Roronoa Zoro kisses your forehead like it is something unspoken, usually happening in silence when you are just close enough for him to reach without thinking about it too much.
Roronoa Zoro keeps a steady hand on your head or shoulder afterward, like he is grounding you and himself at the same time without needing to explain anything out loud.
Roronoa Zoro becomes noticeably quieter when someone flirts with you, not reacting dramatically but instead stepping closer, positioning himself like a barrier without saying a single word.
Roronoa Zoro pulls you in more firmly when jealous, forehead kiss turning slower and heavier, like a silent warning that he is not in the mood to share your attention.
Roronoa Zoro stays beside you longer than necessary afterward, like distance suddenly feels unnecessary, and his presence alone becomes enough to keep others away.
Black Leg Sanji = back of hand
Black Leg Sanji kisses your hand like it is something sacred every time, always starting by gently holding your fingers first as if asking permission without ever needing words.
Black Leg Sanji looks at you with constant admiration, like every single kiss still feels new to him, no matter how many times he has done it before.
Black Leg Sanji gets visibly more protective when jealous, standing closer without realizing it, eyes sharpening whenever someone gets too comfortable in your space.
Black Leg Sanji keeps your hand longer after kissing it, like letting go feels wrong, and the silence afterward is softer but more emotionally charged than anything he says.
Black Leg Sanji always acts composed in public, but the way he holds your hand tighter shows everything he refuses to say out loud.
Trafalgar D. Water Law = fingers
Trafalgar D. Water Law kisses your fingers slowly, one by one, like he is studying something important but refusing to admit how natural it feels to him.
Trafalgar D. Water Law pulls your hand closer without asking, expression calm and unreadable, but his actions always make it clear he is not planning to let go anytime soon.
Trafalgar D. Water Law becomes quieter when jealous, but his presence grows sharper, like the space around you suddenly shrinks until only he feels close enough.
Trafalgar D. Water Law keeps your hand held firmly even in silence, finger kisses turning repetitive like a habit he uses to stay grounded in the moment.
Trafalgar D. Water Law never looks away for long, like he is memorizing every reaction you have without saying a single word about it.
Sabo = forehead
Sabo kisses your forehead carefully every time, always removing his gloves first like even the smallest barrier does not belong between you and him.
Sabo stays close after pulling away, like distance feels unnecessary once he has already touched you like that.
Sabo becomes quieter when jealous, but noticeably more protective, positioning himself closer without making it obvious to others around you.
Sabo pulls you in gently, never forceful, but always certain, like there is no version of reality where you are not beside him.
Sabo speaks softly after, “I’ve got you,” like it is not reassurance but a fact already proven.
Eustass Kid = neck
Eustass Kid kisses your neck without hesitation, pulling you in immediately like he has no patience for distance or subtle affection at all.
Eustass Kid keeps a strong grip on your waist, making sure you stay exactly where he wants you, like space between you simply does not exist.
Eustass Kid becomes more intense when jealous, not softer, getting closer instead of backing off, like he is proving a point through presence alone.
Eustass Kid leaves lingering kisses on your skin, rough and heated, like he is marking attention in a way that cannot be ignored or misunderstood.
Eustass Kid lowers his voice near you, saying less but meaning more, like everything he feels is already obvious without explanation.
Portgas D. Ace = lips
Portgas D. Ace kisses your lips like instinct, always hesitating for a second first like he is grounding himself before actually closing the distance.
Portgas D. Ace cups your face gently before kissing you, like he needs to make sure you are real before anything else happens between you.
Portgas D. Ace becomes quieter when jealous, pulling you closer instead of speaking, like words are suddenly too slow for what he is feeling.
Portgas D. Ace stays pressed close after kissing, forehead resting against yours, breathing slower like he is trying to steady himself through your presence.
Portgas D. Ace always looks relieved when you do not move away, like staying near you fixes something unspoken inside him.
Shanks = corner of lips
Shanks kisses the corner of your lips like it is always half-tease, leaning in like he is about to say something serious before stealing the moment instead.
Shanks laughs softly after most kisses, but never lets go of your waist, like affection is casual but never careless with you specifically.
Shanks becomes quieter when jealous, watching more than joking, smile still there but noticeably less relaxed than before.
Shanks slows down his kisses when serious, turning teasing affection into something more controlled and deliberate without ever making it obvious to others.
Shanks keeps you close the entire time, like distance was never part of the conversation in the first place.
How the haikyuu guys respond to you texting "I want to break up" from another room (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)
♥︎ timeskip, fluff, established relationship, gn!reader, no use of y/n
♥︎ ft. Bokuto, Tsukishima, Osamu, Kageyama, and Sugawara
Bokuto doesn't wait a millisecond, immediately stumbling into the room and staring at you with wide, sad eyes. He's like a kicked puppy, running straight to you and dropping to his knees. "You don't mean that, right?" he murmurs. You can't keep up the act when his chin is propped up on your knee. Brushing your hands through his hair gently, you laugh. "Of course not." Just like that, joy spreads across Bo's face, and he leans into your touch with a big smile on his face.
Tsukishima immediately sees through you. He doesn't even bother to try acting fearful, just sends a raised eye emoji, letting out a sharp laugh when you go into his room and give him your best pouty look. You'll find his weak spots eventually, don't worry, but for now you rush to his arms and accept defeat. "Smart guy," you sigh.
Osamu runs past you and out of your home, not even sparing you a single glance as he flees with his phone in hand. You frown, wondering what he could be up to. It's almost an hour before the lock turns in the door and it opens to reveal your boyfriend, holding an absolute feast-all your favourite foods, plus some of his specialty onigiri. "You made all of that?" you yelp in surprise. "How did you even-" He interrupts you with a smug grin. "Took over 'Tsumu's kitchen. Anyway please don't break up with me." A giggle spills through your lips, and you get up to grab utensils. "Fine," you sigh. "I guess I shouldn't fire my favorite chef."
Kageyama simply texts: "Ok. Why?" Blunt, but you were used to it. You respond with your pre-planned follow-up. "I don't know, I just don't feel the sparks anymore." He shoots back, "What do you mean?" How the hell were you supposed to respond to that? Your laugh fills the room, and a second later Kageyama is peeking his head in. He frowns, asks you why this is funny. You-oh god, you can see tears in his eyes. "Wait no I'm so so sorry, I was trying to be funny I don't-" At a certain point. you trail off, burying your face in your hands. "I'll take you out on a date tonight to make up for it, I promise. I'll watch all your games!" Kageyama shrugs. "Don't you already watch all my games?" At least he didn't seem too phased by the whole thing, letting a rare natural smile show-the one only you could bring out, and no other person. You know, since volleyball isn't a person.
Sugawara walks past you with a pile of boxes less than five minutes later, overflowing with his belongings. They're tall, but his face is still visible when you ask, "What are you doing?" He nods his head towards your phone. "Leaving. That's what you wanted, right?" He looks way too happy to actually think you two are breaking up, right? And he keeps looking at you as he moves through the home-is he whistling?! You break. "I wasn't serious!" Sugawara tsks, putting on his teacher voice. "No, that's not what you said," he teases. "I distinctly remember your text. You sa-" You tackle him in an embrace, mostly to keep him from packing up any more. He lets out an exaggerated huff. "Want to say what you mean? That you love me and would cry if we actually broke up? That I'm the most incredible, kind, humble, et cetera man?" You groan. He was right, of course, but did he really have to be so grandiose about it?
a/n: ive never written x reader and i have no clue how to do the aesthetic fonts and headers but i had a vision, made a new blog and everything ◉‿◉ dunno if ill ever write here again lmao
(p.s. u yes u should give suggestions im very open to ideas ^^)
✮⋆˙ fluff, comfort, f!reader, slightly suggestive, no use of y/n ✮⋆˙
It's been a long day. Side tangents to appease others and a crippling desire for perfection lead you astray, hours past when you were supposed to leave work.
After all the stress and exhaustion, the most you can do upon returning home is collapse into bed. Your limbs lie haphazardly against the neat sheets, messy hair and wrinkled clothes upsetting the space your boyfriend had straightened up.
You hope he doesn't mind.
Kuroo's off in some other part of the home, probably humming quietly to himself while filling out paperwork. You'd been extra careful to enter as silently as possible so as not to distract him, tiptoing on sore feet to the bedroom.
Besides, there was always a chance he'd drifted off on his desk, cheek smushed against the wood and eyelashes fluttering softly. You smile at the thought, lips curling upwards as you imagine his face flushed with sleep. He's always so cute when he wakes up, all tousled hair and hazy eyes.
The sound of footsteps interrupts your train of thought.
"You're home," Kuroo yawns. "I didn't hear. Sorry, my love." He eats up the space to your shared bed in just a few long strides, then peers down at you with a worried gaze. "Are you all right?"
A large hand reaches out to cup the roundness of your cheek, thumb rubbing up and down soothingly.
" 'm tired," you mutter. "I feel all gross, but..." You close your eyes, voice trailing off. He understands what you're saying. You know he does.
Before you can even open your eyes, you feel muscled arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you up as if you're as light as a feather. Kuroo lets out a half-grunt, half-laugh at the way you squirm upon coming to your senses.
"Kuroo, what are you doing?" you murmur. He doesn't answer, simply marches you over to your bathroom and sets you down on the edge of the tub.
"You want to get cleaned up," Kuroo explains. "So... I'll clean you up."
Your face flushes. "I mean—that's not what I—"
He presses a finger to your lips. "Shh, let me do the work, okay? You just keep those pretty little eyes of yours on me."
Without another word, Kuroo reaches down to tug at your skirt. It slips off without much effort, pooling at your toes like silk. Instinctively, you curl in on yourself. He's seen you naked before, but something about the gentle intimacy of his movements feels raw, unknown. It's a little scary, but you let him slip his thumb under the hem of your shirt and pull it to your bust. "Arms up, darling," he purrs. A shiver runs down your spine, sharp and indulgent. He knows what he does to you.
The last items of clothing to come off are your underwear and bra. The latter brings a rush of relief, and you lean your head back to enjoy the feeling of your tits no longer being choked. Your eyes flick down just in time to see the look of hunger on Kuroo's face—a desperate, numbing desire—before he controls his muscles into something more casual.
A cacophony of rushing water fills the room. An elbow hooks under your knees, and you feel yourself gently being placed in the water. It's near scalding, just how you like it. You can't help the soft moan of pleasure that escapes your lips at the sensation.
For a second, Kuroo just stares, awestruck. He places his elbows on the rim, watching as the steam melts away the weariness threatening to seep through your bones.
"Thought you were gonna help," you sigh. One shiny leg breaks the surface of the bath. "My kneecaps aren't going to wash themselves, are they?"
"Oh, of course." Kuroo squeezes some shampoo into his palm. His fingers are strong yet delicate as they tumble through your hair, kneading the strands like his life depends on cleaning your roots. "Does this feel okay?"
You nod shakily. "Mmhmm. It—nngh, yeah that feels fine."
Sinking into the water, you lose awareness of anything other than Kuroo's hands on your body. He's at the nape of your neck, playing with the baby strands of hair. He's at your chest, tracing the outline of your curves with a light, teasing touch. He's running his fingers up and down your leg like a masseur, tongue flicking out in concentration. Spuds of soap float to the top, forming a little island that grows and grows as Kuroo cleans you up.
When he's finally done, you feel brand new. Your skin is gleaming and spotless, and your hair swishes through the cloudy water like a mermaid's. Best of all, you feel less crushed by exhaustion. The headache that's been threatening to bring you down all day is at the back of your mind, now. It's nothing more than a background noise accompanying the thunderous beat of your heart.
"Feel better?" Kuroo whispers. He has that smirk on his face, the one that tells you he already knows the answer before your lips begin to form a response.
content: roommate!suna x fem!reader, smau, timeskip (suna plays for ejp raijin), mostly fluff, swearing, mentions of drinking, slight miscommunication, very ooc, down bad suna bc yeah
note. #hell yeah would want to do this to whoever i’ll end up dating pre-rs like fr. I can't flirt for shit, but you know…
feat. Sugawara Koushi, Kuroo Tetsurou, Osamu Miya
Sugarawa Koushi
You were supposed to be studying. Well, you were studying. Around five minutes ago, but now you’re bored, and your attention has gone from playing with your pen to just looking around the room. Until your gaze falls on Sugawara's hands, and you find yourself staring.
“Kou.” You tap his wrist, and he looks up from his textbook.
“Hm?”
“Your hand’s kinda big.”
Sugawara blinks, then laughs—soft, breathy, a little surprised. “Is that so?”
You realize what you said, and you flush slightly, already planning to backtrack, but he’s already turning his palm upward and placing it beside yours on the table like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His fingers relax. He doesn't push or tease, —just leaves it open.
The difference is… noticeable.
And somehow that makes your face hotter than it should.
“Huh,” you say, way too quietly.
Sugawara hums like he’s considering something important. Then, gently, he shifts his hand so his fingers brush against yours—measuring without actually measuring, just feeling the comparison, then he gently takes your hand, lining up your palms. His hand is definitely bigger than yours, and your heart is in your throat.
“You’re smaller than I expected,” he says casually, like he didn’t just rearrange your entire nervous system.
Then he smiles. “It’s cute.”
You immediately regret everything.
Kuroo Tetsurou
He notices before you even say anything.
“You’re doing that thing,” Kuroo says, leaning back in his chair with that irritatingly confident grin. You pause, then look at him. “What thing?”
His eyes flickers to your hand. “The staring-at-my-hand thing.”
You scoff, but you’re already caught. “I’m not— I was just—”
“Curious?” he supplies, dragging the word out like he’s entertained by you already. Before you can escape the conversation, he leans forward, elbow on the table, and casually flips his hand palm-up between you both. “Go on then,” he says. “Compare.”
You hesitate for half a second too long.
That’s all he needs.
He shifts closer, resting his hand next to yours like he’s done this a hundred times just to mess with people. His fingers are longer, warmer, and annoyingly steady.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he says, watching your expression instead of your hands.
“I’m not thinking at all,” you lie.
“Sure,” he replies, smirking.
Then—just to make things worse—he lightly hooks his pinky around yours.
“Mine’s bigger,” he adds, smug as ever.
You immediately pull away, cheeks flushing. “I think it’s obvious enough without doing that.”
Kuroo laughs like he had just figured something out, and you already know from that grin that he really did.
Osamu Miya
It’s you who brings it up, in the middle of lunchtime, but only because the silence between you two feels too comfortable to waste.
“Let me see your hand,” you say suddenly.
Osamu pauses mid-bite of his onigiri.
He stares at you. “Why?”
“I just want to.”
That seems to be enough for him. He doesn't tease, nor comment on it. Osamu just sets his food down and holds out his hand like it’s nothing important.
You place yours beside it.
And immediately notice how small yours looks.
“…Huh,” you mutter.
Osamu glances down, then back at you. “What?”
“Nothing. Just… yours is kind of big.”
He shrugs. “I work with food all day. Prob’ly helps.”
You’re still staring when he turns his hand slightly, palm brushing yours—not dramatic, not teasing. Just aligning them properly like he’s actually trying to understand what you’re looking at.
His fingers curl once, absentminded.
Then he says, like it’s obvious: “Yours fits nice though.”
You blink. “What does that even mean?”
“It means what it means,” he replies, already reaching for his onigiri again.
— seijoh four edition :: o. tooru, m. issei, h. takahiro, i. hajime. established relationship. mentions of matsuhana bromance. crack-ish. and then there's timeskip iwa with the assurance.
tattoo artist! iwaizumi hajime x nail artist! reader
oh no! you own the nail salon next to iwaizumi's tattoo shop.
what do we do? him!
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warnings // reader is female im so sorry it just flowed out of me, swearing, mentions of drunk men, smoking, kys jokes, a gun, mentioned AI once but u need to understand i will never use it
miyako's notes // i shat this out bc i couldn't stop thinking about tattoo artist! iwaizumi but i couldn't sit and outline a whole story for it IM SORRY
shoutoutz to @dumdogs and @lilylilylilylilysstuff for enabling me
Your fingers froze, hovering over the keyboard of your laptop. You feel your eyes burn as you snapped your gaze towards the door, only realizing now how dark the room had gotten. You blinked a few times before sighing, a headache already building.
“Babe, no,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes.
“Babe, yes,” Osamu answered in a deadpan tone through the other side. “Now open the door already before I ask your landlord for the spare key again.”
That made you stand up immediately, ungracefully sidestepping stacks of papers you left on the floor, before reaching the doorknob.
“Samu, you better not!” you hissed as you opened the door.
Standing tall with a plastic bag in hand was Osamu Miya, your very annoying boyfriend.
He looked you up and down then frowned. He moved his arm, feeling at the wall near your doorway and flicked on the lights. You winced, eyes squinting.
Osamu smiled softly at the sight of you. “You look like shit,” were the words he delivered oh-so affectionately.
“Oh wow, thanks,” you replied with much sarcasm.
You turned and walked back to your seat, leaving the door open so he’d let himself in. You slumped back and let out another sigh, willing yourself not to relax just yet, no matter how tempting it is now that he’s here.
“I texted you three times, babe. Three,” Osamu said, closing the door behind him. He dropped the plastic bag next to your books, making sure it was within your sight. “I was starting to think you were abducted or dead or something, but nope. Just you and your never-ending love affair with...”
He leaned forward behind your shoulder, squinting as he read the file opened on your screen. “...The ethics of automation?”
“It’s my thesis,” you said, already beginning to type again. “The one that’s due in two days. So, I need to finish this as soon as I can.”
Osamu nodded but he didn’t move away. Instead he turned to look at you.
“Okay. How long have you been working on it?”
You didn’t answer, already knowing he’d scold you if he knew you’d been in this chair since morning.
But he didn’t give up.
“Did you take breaks?” Silence.
“Did you eat lunch?” Silence.
“Did you even pee?” And this time he poked your cheek to which you slapped away, but said nothing.
He let out an exaggerated sigh, ruffling your already messy hair in hopes to annoy you further. He lets his hand linger there and you hate how you automatically leaned your head back to it.
“Babe,” he started. “Ignoring me won’t make me leave faster. I hate to break it to you, but I’m immune to that shit. I grew up with Tsumu—this is child’s play for me.”
You failed to keep in the small snort at the mention of his twin brother, lightening up a little, but still not enough to call it quits.
“So stubborn,” he commented with a chuckle.
His hand slid down from your hair to your shoulder, the other coming up on the opposite end. He gave it a soft squeeze first before he started to knead.
Your breath hitched and you immediately melted against his hands. “Samu...” you attempted to protest, but it sounded more pleased than anything.
“I brought onigiri,” he whispered, pressing a kiss at the top of your head. “There’s some karaage too. All made by yours truly.”
You stared at the plastic bag, already imagining the warmth of the meal and the familiar taste of his cooking. Your stomach growled as you only now realized how hungry you are.
“Babe, I—this is sweet, really,” you said, tilting your head back to look at him. “But I just can’t afford—”
“It’s only a little break,” he said, staring down at you fondly. There was a flicker of amusement in his eyes, no doubt enjoying his nearing victory against your crumbling determination. “We’ll eat, take a shower—just to freshen you and your braincells up. Then you can head back and I won’t bother you. Promise.”
“Ugh...” You closed your eyes for a second, breathing deeply, then opened them again. “...Fine.”
And Osamu let out a boyish smile, his face glowing with triumph. Honestly, he looked like a little kid getting his favorite candy. It was so goddamn endearing.
He quickly ceased the massage to take out the containers from the plastic bag. You shut your laptop, gathered your papers, and began clearing out your desk.
As you did, you felt a little lighter already. Sure you could feel the consequences of pushing yourself too hard—head heavy, back aching—but the knot in your chest loosened, even if just a little.
It hit you that you probably wouldn’t have made it through the night like this. You would’ve kept going until your body gave out on you. Maybe you would’ve fallen asleep right here at your desk. Maybe you would’ve woken up hours later, disoriented, with even less time and twice the panic.
Your fingers curled slightly against the edge of the table.
...You really did need this.
You turned and slowly reached out for Osamu’s forearm. You tugged him closer and pressed a kiss on his bicep. “Thanks,” you murmured, “for annoying me and stuff.”
You aren’t good at expressing your gratitude clearly, but from Osamu’s chuckle, you could tell he understood.
He dropped whatever he was doing and patted your head.
“Anytime, babe,” he said, pushing your hair back and planting a kiss on your forehead.
You two stayed like that for a while before he slowly moved away and popped open a container. He picked up a piece of karaage with chopsticks and held it near your mouth.
Osamu starts calling you sweetheart well before the two of you get together. The endearment is never patronizing, sometimes teasing, and always affectionate.
It’s “Sweetheart, ‘m so glad yer here!” when you stop by Onigiri Miya, spoken like just the sight of you crossing the threshold is enough to ease the tension in his shoulders and soften the furrow of his brow.
It’s “You alright, sweetheart?” when you’ve had one too many drinks on a night out. You’re wobbly on your feet, a little doe-eyed as your hand rests in the crook of his elbow to steady yourself. It’s so cute Osamu can’t help but flush, the heat creeping up to the very tips of his ears.
It's "C'mon, sweetheart, ya know 'm right!" when the twins put you in the middle of another one of their arguments, Osamu cajoling you into see things his way.
And when he finally decides to confess, to cross that line from friends into something more, the endearment is as smooth as butter, dripping with years of love gone unspoken. “I wanna be yours, sweetheart.”
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