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Tumblr Blog Termination Warning – FOR WRITERS WITH TAGLISTS!
Yesterday my entire blog was terminated TWICE without warning by Tumblr while I was tagging the folks in my Pope taglist in the comments. There was no warning, no email. I just hit 'enter' and boom I got the termination notice.
Almost 10k followers and thousands of fics gone in an instant.
I raised a ticket and an hour later the blog was reactivated. There was no info about what I did wrong but an email that said, it’s been reactivated. I still didn't have one that told me why I had been terminated. Two mins later I went back to the taglist and picked up where I left off with the Pope taglist and immediately, as soon as I clicked 'enter' it happened again.
So, I raised another ticket.
It’s my belief that they’ve activated a bot to stop scammers from tagging loads of folks in those ‘send me money for fake charity’ posts they do, and unfortunately if you have a big taglist you’ll fall into that net too.
I’m not sure how this effects people who put their taglists in the actual post, but I imagine they’ll also be cracking down on that at some point if scammers start to use that method.
I just wanted to make everyone aware so that what happened to me doesn’t happen to other people.
NOTE: need me a catboy in my life tf. I also love just inputting shidou in the brothers business, like he has no need to be in this but I want him to be. Thanks for all the love on that first part 😛
That one night shifted something in Rin’s stubborn, hyper-fixated brain. Once he realized your bed was wayy softer than his, and that your presence effectively silenced the lingering ghosts of Blue Lock, the floodgates opened.
Rin became clingy. Almost unbearably so.
The quiet, aloof hybrid who used to glare at you from the safety of his corner was gone. Now, the moment you stepped through the front door after work, he was already standing there, towering over you with his arms crossed and his long tail whipping a frantic, impatient rhythm against your shins.
He completely refused to eat alone anymore; if you didn't sit down at the table with your own plate, he would simply sit at the kitchen table and stare at his bowl with a petulant scowl until you joined him (what a brat).
But the real trouble started with the scent of your office.
Several of your coworkers regularly brought their hybrids to work, mostly tiny, docile breeds with gentle temperaments who spent their days napping under desks and collecting treats from the staff.
Because you loved hybrids, you often gave into the temptation of giving them a quick scratch behind the ears before heading home.
To Rin, your return from the office became a whole ordeal. The second you walked in, his dark teal ears would perk up, and he would practically press his entire face into your neck, sniffing aggressively. The foreign scent of other, weaker hybrids drove his territorial predator instincts up a wall. He would hiss, a low, vibrating sound of pure disgust, and immediately drag his body against your clothes from behind, desperate to mask the offending odors with his own scent.
You briefly, fleetingly considered bringing him to the office with you just to appease his separation anxiety. That thought was instantly destroyed when you walked into the living room later that afternoon and witnessed him completely shred his sixth soccer ball, ripping the leather to absolute confetti with his bare claws just because he was bored.
Yeah... better not, you thought, sweating slightly. Your boss would never forgive you if Rin decided the industrial office printer was his next target.
His newfound possessiveness naturally spilled over into the nighttime. The guest room you had so carefully decorated was completely abandoned; Rin had officially colonized your bedroom. He didn't even wait for you to fall asleep anymore. The moment you climbed into bed, he would silently pad in, claim the exact center of the mattress, and burrow himself into the pillows.
He moved around so much trying to get comfortable that you eventually had to buy three more heavy, plush blankets just so you wouldn't get left freezing in the middle of the night.
And because he was a feline hybrid, the inevitable had finally happened: your pristine, crisp white comforter was now permanently covered in a tragic, undeniable layer of dark teal hair.
You sighed, rolling a lint roller across the neat sheets, and picking a stray teal strand off your pajama sleeve as Rin shifted beside you, his tail lazily draping over your ankle.
He was a possessive, shedding, soccer-ball-murdering menace, but as he let out a soft, contented huff in his sleep, you couldn't bring yourself to mind at all.
—
After weeks of watching him master the layout of your backyard, you finally decided he was ready for the ultimate milestone: a real walk to the neighborhood park.
Getting him out the door, however, was a massive ordeal. Before you even unlocked the front entrance, you sat Rin down in the foyer and made sure to talk some sense into him. You gripped your care guide like a gavel, looking him dead in the eye.
"Listen to me, Rin. We are going to a public space. If you start acting up, barking, or lunging at anyone, the snacks are gone for a week. And you will have to deal with the silicone muzzle again. Understand?"
Rin clicked his tongue, crossing his arms and averting his eyes with a moody huff. But he nodded.
You were so excited that you practically bounced on your heels as you pulled out your secret weapon: a heavy-duty leather leash that perfectly matched the custom acrylic keychain dangling from your house keys—the one engraved with both your names and a little heart.
Rin stared at the matching set, his dark teal ears flattening in sheer disbelief. He muttered something under his breath about it being incredibly tacky and "lukewarm," but he didn't pull away when you clipped it to his collar. What a party pooper.
He tried his best to maintain his stoic, unbothered persona, promising he’d behave himself, but he couldn't control his anatomy. His tail was whipping back and forth so hard it was practically thumping against the wall, a dead giveaway that he was secretly excited.
The walk itself went beautifully. Rin was the absolute epitome of a well-behaved companion. He walked beside you down the sidewalk with perfect posture, ignoring the passing cars and keeping his eyes glued to the path ahead.
When you finally reached the grassy field of the park, you let him drop his brand-new soccer ball—the seventh one now—to do whatever it is he does with a soccer ball.
The true test came when a pair of happy, overly enthusiastic canine hybrids ran over, one with yellow hair and the other blue, yapping excitedly and trying to play with his ball.
For a split second, you panicked, gripping the handle of the leash tightly. Rin’s ears pinned flat, and a dark, dangerous shadow crossed his eyes. But he took a deep, deliberate breath, and stepped in front of the ball to block them, and merely let out a sharp, warning hiss. He held back from absolutely tearing them apart, showing a level of restraint that made you beam with pride.
You even traded contact info with the owner of the two canines incase Rin wanted others to play with. You even managed to sneak in a pat on their heads. What a lovely pair those two make, they must be best friends. You thought wistfully watching Bachira, and Isagi pester Rin.
He was so incredibly good that on the way back, you decided he deserved a massive reward. You stopped by a high-end traditional restaurant and ordered a special, premium takeout container of Ochazuke, savory green tea poured over delicate dashi, rice, and seared salmon.
The moment you both got back home, you unclipped his leash, and Rin practically flew to the kitchen. He happily devoured the warm meal, his tail swaying in pure bliss as he tasted the rich broth. A sight you rarely get to see.
The heavy warmth of the food, combined with the sensory overload of his first big outing, caught up to him instantly. Minutes after finishing dinner, Rin dragged his feet over to the living room couch where you had just sat down. Without hesitation, he climbed up, turned around, and completely collapsed sideways, letting his heavy head drop right into your lap.
He was out cold within seconds, his dark teal ears twitching as he drifted into a deep sleep.
Smile melting, you slowly, carefully reached your hand out. You gently pressed your fingers into his soft hair, petting him as he let out a deep, rumbling purr that vibrated right against your thighs.
—
Now, Rin was basically domesticated—or, at least, as domesticated as a prideful, apex predator hybrid would ever allow himself to be. He finally let you do normal hybrid pet things, like dressing him up in the expensive designer loungewear you bought him. It was honestly offensive how good he looked in everything.
You doted on him relentlessly, entirely ignoring his constant, dramatic grumbling and complaints. You know he secretly likes it.
It was an ordinary, lazy Sunday afternoon. Rin was melting into your lap, his heavy head resting comfortably on your thighs while you lazily shook a fluffy dangling teaser toy above his face. His dark teal ears twitched, tracking the feathers. Occasionally, he would huff, swatting at it with a single finger and muttering, “Put it closer to my face, idiot.”
The peaceful silence was broken when your phone suddenly began to blare from across the room.
With a soft sigh, you set the toy aside and started to rise. Rin let out a displeased, guttural whine, begrudgingly shifting his weight so you could stand, his tail thumping against the couch cushions in protest.
You picked up the device to see Shidou’s name flashing on the screen. Shidou was a fellow hybrid owner and your chaotic childhood friend, currently living abroad for work. You swiped answer, and the speaker immediately exploded with his loud, unfiltered voice.
"Yo! What's up, slacker?!" Shidou cackled by way of greeting.
You chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Hey, Shidou. I'm good. How's Madrid treating you?"
"Amazing! The energy here is insane!" Shidou rambled, before pausing. "Oh, by the way, I finally did it. I adopted my own hybrid. Absolute genius, this guy."
"Oh, really? I actually heard about that a while ago," you replied, smiling. "Congratulations. What kind did you get? I actually just adopted one recently, too."
Shidou hummed over the line. "Mine’s one of those predator breed type. What about yours? What’s the paperwork say?"
You racked your brain, recalling the complex classifications listed on Rin's official adoption documents from the Second Chance Foundation.
"Uh, let's see... his file classified him as an ultra-rare, high-risk feline predator variant. Specifically an Arctic-boreal pantherine hybrid, don’t ask me what that is, I don’t even know. But they’re extremely territorial and their aggression is off the charts.”
There was a sudden, dead silence on the other end of the line. Then, Shidou burst into a loud, hysterical fit of laughter that nearly blew your eardrums out.
"No way! You've gotta be kidding me!" Shidou wheezed, slamming his hand against a table on his end. "Holy shit! Mine’s from the exact same litter!"
Your breath hitched. "What?"
"Yeah! The shelter told me his backstory when I cleared the background checks," Shidou yelled cheerfully. "I adopted a hybrid named Sae! Sae Itoshi!"
The name hit you like a wave. Your mind instantly flashed back to that first day in the isolation corridor of the sanctuary—the tired staff attendant flipping through a clipboard, explaining Rin’s history.
'He was actually rescued alongside his older brother, Sae... Sae was adopted by that foreign football player last month... when Sae left, Rin's abandonment issues got worse...'
"Sae..." you whispered.
Shidou’s loud voice broke through your stunned train of thought. "Hey, you still there? Listen, this is perfect! I'm actually flying back to Japan later this year. We’re totally meeting up. A family reunion type of shit, you know? The brothers gotta see each other!"
Before you could even process the absolute chaos of a reunion between Rin and the brother who inadvertently broke him, a crashing sound echoed from Shidou's side of the phone.
"HEY! Drop that! Drop it right now, bad Sae!" Shidou suddenly screamed away from the receiver. He huffed back into the phone, "Gotta go, babe! Sae’s tryna rip my uniforms. See ya!"
Then the line went dead.
You stood frozen in the kitchen, staring blankly at your phone screen, trying to comprehend the cosmic coincidence of it all. But you weren't allowed to ponder it for long.
A heavy, warm weight suddenly crashed into your back. Rin had crept up behind. Annoyed by your long absence, he pressed his chest firmly against your back, draping his broad shoulders over yours. His tufted ears brushed against your cheek, and his long tail wrapped tightly around your waist, forcefully dragging you backwards toward the couch.
"You're ignoring me for a stupid phone call," Rin muttered into your neck, his voice a deep, possessive growl as he squeezed you tighter. "Drop the phone. Put the toy back in my face."
You melted against his warmth, hiding your growing panic behind a soft smile. You would have to deal with the reality of Sae and Shidou later. For now, you had a very grumpy, very clingy hybrid to appease.
"i didn't expect you to actually invite me over," you say as you place your phone down.
the groupchat continues to blow up but you decide to take care of it in the morning. right now, you had a man with beefy arms spooning you in his bed.
"me neither," he grumbles.
you turn around, facing him, "am i that irresistible?"
"you wish," he scoffs.
"then tell me why i'm here."
he sighs, "i wish i knew."
the uncertainty in his words puts you in a dreamlike stance. you're not really thinking about the negatives—more of the possibility, the likelihood of this transpiring into reality.
there's nothing you want more.
"what's your first name?" you ask.
"you don't know?"
"never got to know. i want to know more about you. i feel like i never have," you explain.
his eyebrows shoot up like he wasn't expecting that from you.
"it's ryomen."
you fake moan at the sound of it, "sooo hot~"
he lands a small tap on your butt, playfully, "would you stop that?"
you bite your lip to stop another moan from coming out. he looks at you, daring you to moan again so you can face the consequences of your actions. you digress.
"anyways, you're like a mystery to me," you continue. "i wanna know everything about you, what you think about and all that cornball stuff."
sukuna's fingers twitch around your waist. his expression is somewhat perplexed at your words.
"careful, you're starting to sound emotionally invested," he says.
you pull back slightly, "so?"
"i warned you that day. you don't know who you're dealing with," he states.
you laugh, "and i told you i know. i fucking dare you to mess up again. you'll see what happens."
"big talk for someone who came to cuddle with me."
"says the one who invited me over."
"yeah, the one that missed me."
"i could do this all night," you say, poking his chest.
"almost forgot that you're barely tolerable."
"okay, but like, why don't you want to fuck me?" you ask him. "like i feel like you're this big, ole freak. i thought i'd be screaming my brains out by now but we're fricking cuddling in bed."
"is that a problem to you?" sukuna asks.
"kinda."
"you talk too much," he sighs, closing his eyes. "i'm going to bed."
"that's not an answer," you rebut.
"it is."
"is not."
"is."
"do you want to do this all night?" you ask.
sukuna opens his eyes again, takes you in, "i don't know. i used to think it was a game. before, i planned and schemed on how i'd get a girl in bed with me. how do i act in front of her? how can i please her? with you, it doesn't feel like that. just feels like i'm existing on a cloud or some shit, 'cos you're not performing either. you're just naturally a horny freak who's obsessed with me."
you feel your heart warm at hearing his words but slightly get up anyways, "okay, i was gonna say you're so sweet, but that last part pissed me off."
sukuna chuckles, "you're a strong woman and you take no bullshit from anyone." he pauses, as if thinking over his words carefully, "i will admit you scare me a little bit."
"figured that out," you curtly smile. "so, you don't think about having sex with me at all?"
"i do."
"will you elaborate?" you ask, looking at him expectantly.
sukuna lets go off you and turns the other way around, his broad back facing you, "good night, loser."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE ★ GUYS MY TAGLISTS ARE CLOSED!! im so sorry but i cant add anymore people hUHUHUHU i alreayd have 3 </33
SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.
PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!
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saiki and teruhashi as "legendary lovers" like the Katy Perry song
saiki is psychic and basically has every power in the world (considered as god)
meanwhile teruhashi naturally has the ability to manipulate people with her beauty and natural charms, plus she kinda has a telepathic ability (considered as god's favorite)
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IM BEGGING
hq boys degrade or praise with nekoma and inarizaki men pretty please with a cherry on top?
you ask and you shall receive!
would these hq boys degrade or praise? pt.2
ft. INARIZAKI and NEKOMA
NEKOMA
kenma kozume
PRAISE!! genuinely the most submissive haikyu character ik.. would beg a LOT + whine when overstimulated
kuroo tetsurou
praise! probably with some pet names here and there
- “you're doing so well for me baby, keep going”
INARIZAKI
suna rintaro
50/50. i mean he'd definitely get smug at some point and start teasing degrading you, but i think he'd also love how you'd react when he'd praise you
osamu miya
praise!!
- “just like that”
- “keep doing that with your hips..”
atsumu miya
low-key, 50/50! similar to suna, he'd def get cocky at some point and start teasing and degrading you but he'd definitely start praising you towards the end.
kageyama loves your laugh. he loved it when you were kids and you laughed at the mean kids who were calling him names.
kageyama loves your laugh. he loved it when he chased you around the park and you giggled stupidly.
kageyama loves your laugh. he loved it when you two snickered about someone walking by.
kageyama loves your laugh. even when you were laughing at some other guys' jokes.
kageyama loves your laugh. even when you made fun of him for failing his english exam.
kageyama loves your laugh. he loves admiring you from afar as you talk about random things with your friends.
kageyama loves your laugh. he loved it even when you giggled out of nervousness after your first kiss.
kageyama loves your laugh. he loves the way you tease him for blushing when you compliment him.
kageyama misses your laugh. the echoes of your giggles and your teasing plague his mind after your breakup. it just wouldn't work. volleyball and life got in the way.
kageyama misses your laugh. whenever he messes up in practice, you're not there to tease his other teammates to make him feel better.
kageyama loves your laugh. he loves it even when you're laughing with someone else on your wedding day.
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oneshot | byakuya togami x journalist!f!reader | wc: 2.5k | a/n: i wanted this to be longer but nothings coming out of my brain.. also im baaaack!
cw! : smut. mostly praise with the tiniest bit of degrade! there's a plot though(???) byakuya is kinda ooc.
The luminary of exposing the rich. The most feared journalist in Tokyo. It's not your physical strength they're afraid of—its the things you write. The scum and the corrupt can laugh all they want, but not for long—because before they know it their names are plastered on every newspaper and news outlet in Tokyo. You’re not exactly innocent yourself. There were multiple times that you had to break the law to expose the corrupt; loopholes, you told yourself.
You’re no stranger to the ways of the Togami Family. Children compete to live up to the name of Togami, and only one becomes the affluent progeny of the clan. Exposing this family could be your big break, but of course—you need to work for it, this time, much harder.
Not only that, but you had an intimate encounter with none other than Byakuya Togami, the heir of the Togami Family. A screw up, you might say. It was “necessary” for one of your exposé missions, although—you can't say your curiosity about how he is in bed didn't contribute. You know you could’ve probably become an heir to the infamous Togami Family—but you’d rather kill yourself than be associated with that family in that way.
You’ve been eyeing the Togami Family for years, and now that they’ve announced they’re hosting a masquerade ball, you can't help but wonder what kind of information you could get out of it.
Not long after you learn about the ball, you start getting ready for it. You research about important guests who will show up at the party. You practice your mannerisms, and you think of conversations that help the topic point to where you want it to go.
When the day arrives, you’ve already found a fitting outfit and mask that will hide the unique features of your face, just in case anyone recognizes you—-that's highly unlikely though.
Right?
When you enter the ballroom, you can already feel the masquerade of emotions and wealth present. The smell of designer perfumes clouds your head. It sickens you how these people can enjoy such lavish lives and face no consequence or repercussion—that’s before you expose them, of course.
It was pretty easy to make conversation, but as the night grew on you were growing sick of listening to these tone-deaf people whine. You were about to zone out, but you noticed throughout the night, Byakuya was getting closer. You weren’t sure if he noticed you but you couldn’t risk it. You brought an extra outfit if something like this were to happen, although as you exited the extravagant bathroom, you walked right past him.
You brushed shoulders. You weren’t sure if he noticed you, but you noticed your heart was thumping—way louder than it should’ve been. It was unusual of you. You’ve been on so many missions, but why now—on one of your most important missions, do you feel like a blushing schoolgirl?
On the bright side, extracting information wasn’t that hard. Some of the most wealthy people unravel with a sip of a margarita.
You take a seat at the bar, hoping to attract some people who could be of good use to you. “Ah, I’ll have a Vesper Martini,” you ask the bartender. You shouldn’t get drunk on this mission, but who could say—when finally someone notices you, Byakuya Togami, the heir to one of the most prestigious, filthy rich, corrupt families in Japan takes a seat next to you.
“Well, if it isn’t [name] [l/n]. Never thought I'd see you again.” He says. “What are you doing at this ball—this is no place for dirty journalists.” He says with a hint of anger.
“Respectfully, you’re the last person who can be talking about dirty things—the Togami Family isn’t so clean either.”
You could tell he took great offense to that. “Tch, I can tell you that the Togami lineage is filled with successful, wealthy and intelligent specimens. The Togami family has the power to change the future of Japan.” Arrogant, as always—who wouldn’t be if they were that filthy rich.
“Well—” Before you could even begin to retort, he interrupts, and asks you, “Listen, what do you want from me.”
“Ha, bold of you to assume that you're my focus this time.” You roll your eyes
“Then tell me what’s your goal here. Because if you can’t find what you need in me then I just know you’re gonna interrogate everyone at this ball.”
“Already did that, Togami.” You teased him.
“Listen, I know you—I am very aware of your ‘power’ and what you could do with the information you could find at this ball, which by the way—you have no business sticking your nose into. You could destroy everyone’s reputation, especially mine. So [name], please just leave before I call security and have you escorted from the premises.”
Although he was speaking quietly, you could hear the bite in his words—fortunately, you’re tougher than that.
“First of all Togami, I’m a journalist—everything is my business. Second of all, you can’t call security on me, and I’ll tell you why. Doing so could either cause a scandal, due to our ‘popularity’, or option two—you simply can’t.”
Even though the second option didn’t say anything, Byakuya knew exactly what you meant.
The tension in between you two was getting unbearable—but none of you could pull away.
“You underestimate me, [name]” He said, but with no real bite in his words—you could hear some kind of softness in his words—one you’ve only heard once. It doesn't bother you much, but it stays in your head for the rest of the night.
The time comes where people start dancing, which makes it harder for you to do your job—but you thought of an idea to fix that, it was risky, but based on past missions, it worked.
This time, it was different—someone approached you instead. You were just about to ask someone to dance when a tall, put-together man with an intoxicating amount of cologne approaches you.
“Hello. I’m [insert name] [insert l/n]” You got startled a bit. “Ah, I’m sorry, did I scare you?”
“Haha, no, I just got a bit startled.” You were a bit intimidated—you didn’t do much research on this person and his family because you figured it would be rendered useless in the plan.
“Well, I’ll cut to the chase. Would you like to dance?” He reaches his hand out to you—it’s almost tempting.
“Uh..” You consider it. “Sure, why not?”
As the music plays in the background, the band seems to intensify the instruments along with Byakuya’s glare at the two of you. Every movement of his hand on your body, every step you make—it makes his blood boil. He knows you’re not taking the man seriously, and he knows he has no right to be feeling like this, but how could he not?
Across the room stands a man he knows will manipulate her, and the woman who haunted him with her scent since their first encounter, as they participate in a dance which is too intimate for Byakuya's liking.
You’re too tempting for your own good, and it’s infuriating.
As the music dies, you and that man split apart. Some part of you wonders what his intentions were with that dance, because you know with these people—it is never good.
Before you could sit down to order another drink, a hand pulls you aside and drags you to an office.
“You’re coming with me.” Byakuya demands, and you know there’s no use fighting it anymore.
“What’s your damage?” He asks, with a hint of anger in his voice. “Ah- I’m sorry?” You ask
“You’re the one who dragged me into this office.” You cross your arms. “Tch, you know what you’re doing.” He scoffs.
“Oh really, then what am I doing Byakuya—what am I doing that’s bothering you so much? I’m just trying to enjoy my night.” You both knew that wasn’t true. “Quit lying to me [l/n]. If you’re going to keep pretending this is just about your stupid news reports and expośe missions, you’re wasting both of our time.”
“Tch, how self-centered could you be to think I’m here because of you?” You say, you’re almost yelling at this point.
“Because I know you [l/n], you could’ve gone to any other ball—and yet you chose to go to mine. Out of all the galas and parties happening you chose to put yourself in an awkward position and go to this ball.”
You stood there, with no retort, because you knew—deep in your heart, that he was right.
He did know you, and maybe you did go here because he was hosting—but you can’t live with that fact, you always told yourself you’d never want to be associated with these people, and yet—centimeters across you stands Byakuya Togami, the Ultimate Affluent Progeny.
“Look, sure—we had that ‘thing’ back in January, but I thought someone as influential and arrogant as you could just forget about that. Listen, I’m just trying to do my job—no matter if I come to your party or someone else’s, my intentions are always clear.”
You knew you were lying, to yourself, and to Byakuya.
He takes a deep breath in, like he’s trying to say something he’s not prepared for.
“You should’ve known to stop coming back to me if you wanted things to be forgotten; I wouldn’t forget it if I had the chance to anyway.”
He says it like he regretted his sentence halfway through.
“What?” You asked him so you could hear it again, not because you couldn’t understand him. “Forget it. The point is, [l/n], if this were only about your investigation, you would’ve left already.”
You retort, “You’re not as subtle as you think, Byakuya—not tonight.” The tension intensifies, more than it already was.
“You knew exactly whose attention you were trying to get.” He said, smirking. He steps closer. “You’re acting like I’m gonna stop you if you keep moving closer.”
And with that, everything crumbles. Within a minute, you pin him against the wall, your limbs are tangled together and your lips crash into his. His slender hand gently cradles the back of your head.
“Wai—” He tries to pull away, but it’s too late for that, and so he leans in again and kisses you harder.
“You were watching me all night, don’t pretend you weren’t waiting for this.”
Meanwhile, in the ballroom, people start to wonder where Byakuya is—thankfully, they’re too wasted and careless to give a damn.
“Can we go somewhere m—” Before you could finish your sentence, he drags you to his bedroom in such urgency, it’s flattering.
“Kinda impatient aren’t y—” Interrupted once again, his lips meet yours, slow, but deep. You inhale his scent, and you just crumble—there’s no turning back now.
You kiss until you reach the bed and lay down on it. On top of you, he covers your body in kisses as he strips away your clothes revealing your skin in its entirety. “Beautiful.” He says softly, almost too soft. He reaches for your lace panties and pulls them to the side, revealing your slick clit. He smirks because he now knows how wet you get for him. He takes his glasses off and throws them aside on the bed. He positions his head in between your thighs, and looks up at you, seeking entry.
“G-go ahead.” You mutter, already undone by his touch. “Mm.” He acknowledges it, but he wants something more from you, and you know exactly what. He wants you to beg.
“Are you kidd—” You groan in frustration and desire. You realize there’s no other way. “Ah.. ugh.. P-please..?” You ask.
“That wasn’t so hard, hm?” He teases, and finally, leans in. At first, his tongue just teases the folds and the entrance of your clit, but he can't torture his future heiress any longer.
He submerges his tongue into your clit, sucking and licking like he’s savouring a meal.
“A-ah- yeah- like that please?-” You moan, and it’s like music to his ear. Your sweet moans just fuel him, and he goes deeper, and faster,
“Nggh—mm- yes- aah.. Mmm.. deeeeperr..”
He pulls away, a single string of spit connecting the two of you. “Careful journalist, you might get carried away.”
“Sh-shut–” He shuts you up with another kiss. He pulls away “Your turn now.”
You make a trail of kisses on his body, starting from his lips, to his neck, chest, abdomen, and all the way down to his cock.
Up close, you realize.. He’s actually huge. It’s kind of intimidating. “Uh-..” You stammer in nervousness. “Don’t be scared. You’ve been so cocky up until now.” He runs a hand through his hair, it's almost mocking. “You’re unfair.”
You slowly let his member into your mouth, it reaches the back of your throat, and slowly—you start bobbing your head up and down. It hurts, but it hurts so good.
He groans. “Mhm.. Yeah.” He would never admit it, but he let out a few whimpers. You slowly start sucking, even pulling away to pepper a few kisses on his tip. “You goddamn tease.. Ngh—” He thrusts into your mouth. His whimpers only fuel your desire more. “Fuck.. ngh—” You continue sucking until he almost reaches his climax, and you pull away.
“You—” He almost whines. You sit on top of him, your ass grinding against his hard member. “Mmph-.. You tease.” He wraps his arms around your waist as you continue grinding on him, you can feel the precum leaking out of his tip.
“Let me do it already.” He asks, your eyes darken and you smirk at him. “.. Please?” You smile as you lift up your hips and lower yourself onto him, his cock inside you. “Aah—” You moan. “Ngh..” He whimpers. You slowly move your hips up and down, the sound of skin slapping against skin is obscene. He starts thrusting upwards, reaching the right spot.
“Y-yes Byakuya—-right there-” You moan. The way you say his name just pushes him closer to the edge. “You’re getting a bit loud, Journalist—ugh-”
Every thrust, every bounce pushes you closer and closer to your climax. “Y-yes- m-more” With one request, he thrust harder, and faster. You lean in to kiss him, it wasn’t hard, but it was slow, deep, and filled with desire. Your hands trailed from his shoulder to his hand, and you slowly interlock hands.
This only accentuates the intimacy of the moment, and you both know this is no longer just going to be a one night stand. “Byakuya..- I’m close-” You moan. “Come with me, heiress.” Your heart skips a beat.
“R-right there!- I-Im getting close—” You moan. Within a few more thrusts, you both climax, “I-Im coming—!” You yell. “Ngh..[name] Aah..” He whimpers.
Your body falls limp on his. He cradles the back of your neck. “Stay the night.” He says, and you know theres no going around that.
The next day, you’re gone. The space next to him feels cold and empty. He knew this would happen, you two agreed that this would happen—yet there lies a bittersweet feeling in his heart.
It’s quickly erased, because as soon as he opens his phone, he notices an article was released about him. Not about the Togami family, just about Byakuya Togami, and his accomplishments.
He reads the article, slightly flattered—but he thinks nothing of it, although, when he reaches the end of it and reads the credits, he sees
“This article is written and published by [l/n} co.”
you take your final pill as you lay in your bed. you feel the heaviness of your eyelids, the warmth that hugs you beneath the sheets, and you slowly drift off to sleep.
as your eyes shut closed, you wonder,
"I wonder if he's already waiting for me."
before you could even grasp where you landed, a familiar feeling grasped your hand.
the soft, warm feeling of sugawara koshi, the man of your dreams.
“sweetheart—” he calls out to you gently, you open your eyes, startled, but he gently calms you down. “wait no it's okay—its me..”
you sigh in relief, you stare at his face for a few seconds. it's still blurry, you wonder when will you able to see his face in entirety.
he stands up, reaching out his hand for you to get up.
“you're a bit late this time.” he says. “ah- im sorry.. but im glad i get to see you now.”
“i am too,” he replies “maybe you'll stay long enough that ill remember your name.”
“ah it's (name).. by the way.. i wonder how many times ive told you that.” you chuckle.
“come on, let's explore before you wake up." he reaches his hand out, you take it and your fingers interlock. for the first time you see a hint of pink on his blurred out cheeks.
you explore the dreamscape together. he leads you to a pond, although when you try to feed the fish, they open their mouths and show their sharp teeth.
this scares you enough to the point that you cling onto sugawara, seeking warmth and protection in his temporary embrace.
“haha- no it's okay.. they won't hurt you.” you notice a pendant hanging around his neck.
“hey.. can i see this, it looks pretty.” you ask. “well of course.” he says leaning closer for you to see the pendant, although a bit too close. “uh.. o-okay then”
a hint of red surfaces on your cheeks. he chuckles softly.
"oh wow.. a purple pendant.. my favorite color." you say. “wait, you remembered didn't you?”
you once mentioned you loved the color purple because it reminded you of lavender and you loved the elegance and beauty of the color.
“of course i did.” he tells you “now that reminds me, i have a gift for you.”
it was an amethyst necklace. you stared in awe at the item, wondering how it was so beautiful, i mean yeah it's a dream after all.
staring at it made you remember he isn't real. none of this is real. so while your here, escaping the horrors of the real world, you thought,
“maybe i should savour this.”
so, slowly, you lean in, cupping his cheek gently, and you kiss him deeply.
he kisses you back, holding your waist, embracing you. his touch has never felt so real.
you pull away and press your forehead against his, and you mumble.
“oh sugawara.. i wish you were real.”
and just like that, he evaporates out of thin air. your heart thumps, you didn't want him to leave like that, so quick, so early.
"s-sugawara?-"
suddenly the field of flowers around you glitches.
you blink and you open your eyes to find yourself in the woods at night. sweat trickled down your forehead as you tried to navigate through the area
"s-sugawara?! where are you!-"
and then suddenly, you're back, in the real world. you wake up in a cold sweat, but you notice there's something gently tugging around your neck.
the amethyst necklace he gave you.
there was also a note on your nightstand, it read:
“im sorry sweetheart, they're always watching.
ill see you next time.
love,
sugawara”
a/n: i really like this idea!! sorry for not posting in a whileee
I LOVED YOUR LOSER HCS!!!!! especially yamaguchi's... oooh i love him, i would love to have him hopelessly in love with me... keep writing!!!!! 👍👍👍👍👍👍 you write good!!!! 👍👍👍👍👍👍
awhh thank you so much! after I finish "getting arrested by daichi" ill make something 4u!
a/n: if yall don't blow this up like the last hcs im gonna fight all of u
cw: extremely mild smut, f!reader, "☄️" = smut
ft. hinata shoyo, kenma kozume, yamaguchi tadashi, tendou satori
hinata would cling onto your arm like a koala, sleeping on your arm while you scroll on your phone. he stays there for 2-3 hours mumbling sweet nothings in your ear, but when you flirt back he goes silent, but later he says something again with the same amount of energy he did the last. he lays there so long your arm feels numb.
(☄️) hinata would be the type to wrap his arms around your waist as you ride him slowly, whimpering as he hides his flustered face from your view.
kenma would subtly nudge that he wants to match with you on discord, roblox and other games just so people online know he's yours. he gets extremely flustered when you suggest the idea, even when he was the one hinting at it.
(☄️) kenma would be the type to call you randomly, so he can jerk off and fall asleep to the sound of your voice.
yamaguchi would be the type to buy you random snacks from the convenience store just to see your face light up when you see the strawberry flavored pudding. and of course, he turns into a mess when you say thank you with the biggest smile plastered on your face, looking up at him.
(☄️) yamaguchi cums WAY too easily. during your first time, he couldn't move when he entered you because he knew if he moved around be would already be cumming inside.
“tadashiiii.. why aren't you moving?..” you said with the whiniest voice ever with a small pout—and then he came, right then and there.
tendou would be the type to, get your clothes to smell your scent, smelling the soft scent of your vanilla body wash, your perfume and shampoo too. when you catch him nuzzling in your hoodie one night, you take a picture and leave him sleeping. when you bring it up he denies it immediately.
that night another one of your hoodies went missing.
(☄️) tendou would try to take charge but you'd end up on top of him anyway, he tries to "dominate" you like he sees in the movies—but he somehow turns into a whimpering mess under you, cheeks pink and teary eyed.
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HIIIIIII can uuuuuuuu pleaseee make headcanons of haikyuu boys (any!! but id be happy if u put iwaizumi in there 🥺) when like youre next to them and walking home or going somewhere and suddenly another girl came to confess to them without noticing youre there ( or did but just don't care it doesnt matter ) It can be a college au or highschool au or just on the streett!! lll be rlly happy 🥹🥹 hehehe i love your work! even though im new but im HOOKED 😔😔 💞💞
replying to this ask!! ↑ (also tysm ahhh!)
close enough to hear it
a/n: yall tysm for the support I got on my last post omgeee!! no song today cuz I couldn't think of one 😭
cw: no angst, this req might have been for angst so im very sorry! fluff fluff fluff! gn!reader
it's after school, around 6 pm. you waited for iwaizumi to finish practice as he insisted that you don't walk home alone cause he says it's dangerous. he knows you're fully capable of taking care of yourself, he just wants to make sure.
you were almost at your house, until a girl came up to you both. she was a 1st year, the type of girl who radiates that bright smile kind of like sunshine energy if you know what i mean.
and this pained you deeeeeply.
like—how could you compare to beauty like that? apparently she's also pretty popular for being smart and for tutoring people. beauty and brains? coming up to iwaizumi? oh you're so doomed.
your mind went on and on, with a not so subtle look on your face as the girl rambled about her feelings until she was interrupted by iwa, making you snap back into reality.
"im flattered, but im sorry, im not interested."
oh thank God.
you were so deep into your thoughts that you didn't even realize iwaizumi wasn't entertained one bit. he was uncomfortable, fingers fidgeting by his sides, and a forced smile on his face.
"she was pretty.. why didn't you accept her?" you asked, confused
"maybe i already have my eyes on someone else." he replied, and unfortunately, you still kept thinking about that girl and if she was going to keep pursuing him, so you didn't know what he was implying.
later, you trip on your shoelaces and almost fall right onto the hard, concrete ground.
until iwaizumi saves you just in time, and before it happens again, he ties your shoelaces for you.
"you know, you really have to be more careful."
"keep this up and you'll have severe brain damage before it even clicks."
you were confused on what he meant by that, until he finally finishes tying your laces
ironically, that's when it clicked.
𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐢
it's hell week, the period in each semester everyone fears. your parents forced you to get tutored by tsukishima, unfortunately. he was the only person smart enough and available to tutor you. maybe it wasn't so bad, after all, youre being tutored by tsukishima kei, the tall, blonde, lanky yet muscular middle blocker of karasuno's volleyball team.
"so this means?" he asked, quickly snapping you out of your thoughts.
"wait—what im sorry what-what-what?" he sighed heavily. he knew what he signed up for when he agreed to tutor you, it was mostly for the extra credit but a part of you wants to think that he wants to tutor you so he could be around you. "ha!" you think to yourself. it could only ever be in your dreams.
but you know, there's been studies that dreams can actually have the capability to predict the future.
maybe tonight will prove that theory right.
"so given this, this would mean that it's equal to—" he was interrupted by a shy, timid, little bookworm 1st year girl who needed help studying for the upcoming text the next monday.
"h-hi.. tsukki-san..! right?" tsukishima internally vomited at the nickname.
"yeah, tsukishima. can I help you?"
"ah.. uhm.. I was wondering.. if you could maybe tutor me in science? you see im just having a little problem with—whatever! uhm.. I was just wondering, could you maybe help me.. and.. maybe grab a coffee with me?"
oh you were not having any of this.
you didn't know exactly what tsukishima's type was, but you knew ALL guys liked the shy type.
jealousy was already burning inside you, and he hasn't even replied yet.
"no im sorry, im already tutoring (name), over here." he nudges his head to you. thats when the girl notices you.
"oh..! oh.. I didn't realize you had company. so sorry! thank you thought tsukki—I mean tsukishima!" she apologizes frantically before fleeing the scene, leaving you two alone at the table again.
"you know she just wanted to hang out with you right?.. don't you feel kinda bad?" you asked, knowing damn well you were happy he wasn't feeling bad.
".. well im tutoring you aren't I? you're not exactly the most attentive, so I can't see you paying any more attention when there's another person fawning all over me." he said, knowing how you would take it.
"wha—what do you mean by "another"?!" you said, trying to defend yourself.
"oh come on, you were definitely jealous when that girl came up to me. it's not like you were subtle either, I saw your face. I know you better than you think I do." and he was right. you were jealous, extremely
"oh yeah? if I actually liked you why haven't you rejected me yet? or like—made me ask someone else for tutoring?"
"maybe because i don't want to reject you." he said, looking away slightly as he finishes his sentence. he can't believe he just admitted that.
but you were lucky—and extremely ecstatic that he did.
- send you gym pictures and random photos of his biceps just cause he knows you like his muscles
- accidentally trap you in a headlock when you two are sleeping (you don't make any effort to break free)
- kiss his wedding ring when he makes a point
tsukishima kei is the type to..
- remind you to take care of yourself, reminding you eat your meals, to take your vitamins, etc
- send you notes on the lecture even if you did listen in class just to make sure you're doing well with your studies
- put his headphones on you when you fall asleep on his shoulder on the bus just so you can sleep peacefully
sugawara kōshi is the type to..
- push people aside when he sees you're hurt, even if it means hurting others in the process
- give you random snacks he has in his bag for energy
- let you run his hands through his hair when doing stuff together, like watching a movie. he falls asleep at the 20 minute mark
semi eita is the type to..
- rewrite the corny ass lyrics he wrote about you in middle school in his free time. when you find the stack of papers shoved under his desk he denies any relation of it to you. (when he's not looking you take pictures of them on your phone)
i js made this rlly quick cz i needed to post smt so this isn't the best but it's fine.. I think?