When the final bell goes, Yachi, who’s already neatly packed away her pencil case, pushes her chair back, gives the most cursory, absentminded bow she’s ever given in her schooling career, picks up her bag and hightails it out of class like a mini-hurricane.
Her hands are still shaking a little, her knuckles white from where she was gripping the edge of her desk. Her heart sings a pitter-patter rhythm all the way down the corridor.
today – today – today’s the day –
Sunlit sakura, pale pink, delicate like possibilities, greet her as she emerges into the open. She’s wearing her lucky stars in her hair, just for today.
It doesn’t stop her from nearly tripping over her own feet, as she barrels across the courtyard, squeaks out a small apology to a bush she’d collided into and stumbles into the gym.
“Yachi-san?”
The voice that greets her is slightly surprised.
Yachi, startled to hear a voice at all, comes to a flustered halt by the doorstep and looks up.
“Kageyama-kun! Good afternoon,” she calls out, smiling.
Kageyama nods at her from the court, volleyball already in his hands.
“You’re early,” he observes.
Yachi laughs a little sheepishly as she walks over to the benches. “I ran here right after class. I was so nervous… you’re early too, Kageyama-kun?”
“Yeah.”
He tosses the ball in the air. Yachi, expecting a serve, braces herself for the firm sound of impact, but Kageyama lets the ball drop instead, catches it in his hands again with a preoccupied frown, spinning it in between his palms.
Yachi sits down and rummages through her bag for her tracksuit.
“Why are you nervous, Yachi-san?” Kageyama asks.
“Ah, um, that is! You know, today, the new members are coming, and, I…”
Yachi lets her voice trail off as she rests her bag in her lap, feels her pulse quicken again, clenches her fist, small and tight by her side. She tucks her ankles under the bench, one way, then another, and presses her toes into the floor, restless.
Her gaze wanders upwards to meet Kageyama’s, steady, intense.
“Me too,” he admits, with a brusque nod.
Yachi stares. “Huh?”
“I’m nervous about the new members too. I don’t know if I can be a good senpai. Because the last time, at Kitagawa Daiichi, I was. Kind of shitty.”
He says it with a blunt kind of frankness, self-conscious, but honest nonetheless, and Yachi’s the one blushing now even as she fumbles for something she can say, inadequate as it surely is.
“That’s – don’t think about that, Kageyama-kun, that was last time, you’re different now.”
Kageyama takes a short breath, lets it out quickly with a quiet huff.
Unexpectedly, Yachi sees the corners of his lips twitch, into something like a smile – a genuine smile –
“Thanks,” he says. “So are you. So. Don’t worry.”
He turns back to face the other side of the court, tosses the ball high and smashes down a decisive serve. It’s perfect, knocking down the bottle on the other side. Spot on.
Yachi, her cheeks still flushed, thinks:
we’re stronger now. we can do it.
She lets the simplicity of his reassurance wash over her, and her heart brightens, like her stars.
Sorry for being so inactive, I’m actually working on a graphic novel! Currently writing the novel part to be translated into graphic later on, which is taking up a lot of my free time. I hope you don’t mind this piece :’)
Fem!Reader, Full-blown rough NSFW. FILTHY! This is basically hentai in 2892 words lol
He grunts, eyes closed, irritated, tired.
Kasamatsu Yukio is a simple final-year university student: broken, battered, sleep-deprived, not knowing what the future holds. All boxes ticked. But if he is so tired, why has he found it super difficult to have a good night’s sleep these days? There is a lot of stirring in the middle of the night, but not to the point of fully awakening… He wonders if he should take some sleeping pills or something.
That is, until he meets the root of all his problems.
You.
He thinks it must be a dream, to have a girl hovering above his body on the bed. Especially when said girl has a pair of horns growing out of her temples, a long, thin tail, wings, and a tight… flattering bodysuit. With skin tight thigh-high boots—heaven knows how the hell a person can slip that on. The bare skin of your neck and shoulders, as well as the gap between your bodysuit and the boots does things to his heartbeat tempo.
Kasamatsu blushes. He knows he’s stressed out, but he does not expect it to be so pent-up that it manages to manifest itself into a dirty dream.
“A-Ah shit, you’re awake,” he hears you whisper, slightly panicked despite your dominant position over him. “Please go back to sleep.”
Your words do the opposite—he gains full consciousness, and though his eyes protest as they struggle to see in the dim light provided by his nightlight, he knows now that what he sees is real. Too real.
“You’re a dream demon,” he concludes. He’s heard of the existence of your kind through other people’s experiences, how rare they may be. To find one on top of him in the middle of the night is not something he expects.
“Y-Yes,” you reply, feeling a little bit called out. Your target is awake, and the best thing to do in this situation is flee and hope that he will remember this as a dream, but somehow his handsome blue-grey eyes bind you in place.
“…and you’re here to rape me?”
You let out a yelp.
“N-Not at all! We’re taking some of your life energy by… having sex… with humans as if it were an erotic dream, but we’re built for pleasure.” You utter the last part quietly, as if embarrassed. He suspects you are new to this. “The consent rate of our sexual act is 100%, I believe.”
“They are willing because of your pheromones, probably,” he comments, secretly pleased to see your flustered face. He is not lying, though. There’s a familiar sensation between his legs, a tingle just enough to spark more to come. He feels his blood rushing south at the sensation of you—he can blame it on your aphrodisiac-exuding skin or the smell of your pheromones or that damn thigh-high boots, even, but that does not change the fact that he is aroused.
“I-If you can just relax…” you begin, slowly leaning down to lick the shell of his ear. Electricity runs down his spine, and it has been a while since he last felt this horny. A thought stops him, and he brings his hands to your shoulder, pushing you away but not completely off his body.
“No, I can’t let you take away my life energy! I have morning classes!”
“I’m sorry!” You half-yell back, looking absolutely embarrassed for being interrupted, “I can’t afford to fail the test, I don’t want to repeat another whole year of training!”
That stops him and his train of thoughts. He never considered the possibility of relating to a demon.
“You need to pass an exam?”
“Yes. In order to become a full-fledged succubus, we have to successfully seduce an assigned human target in our practical exam night. This is my exam night. And I can’t change targets—it’s part of the evaluation for us to be able to seduce any kind of human…”
He pauses, knowing exactly what you mean. If you fail the test, you need to retake the training for a year… sounds a lot like university, to be honest, and he understands the pressure. The way his gaze softens at your troubled expression encourages you to plead further.
“I’m sorry that I have to take away your life energy,” you whisper, “but it will only be one night! I promise I’ll never come bother you again.”
Something tugs his heart at the prospect of not seeing you after tonight—he blames it on your aphrodisiac scent. Sure, he secretly thinks you’re fucking cute, but it’s not something you want to tell your one-night-stand partner, right? He curses under his breath.
“Fine,” he says, messing his hair up with his fingers in defeat, “do what you want.”
The surprised glimmer in your eyes makes his heart skip a beat. “Thank you!” You say, before your energy drops down. You slowly place your hands on his chest, and he admires the beautiful long fingernails playing with his pajama buttons.
“Then… I’m starting, okay? Please make yourself comfortable.”
You resume your ministrations on his left ear, and Kasamatsu hisses at the warmth of your tongue. There is still a hint of hesitance in your movements, but when he places his hands on the side of your thighs, snaking them up and down to feel the soft of your skin, you become more confident. Teasingly, you breathe against his earlobe, the cool air making his skin tingle after the sensation of your hot mouth.
“Relax, Yukio-kun,” you murmur, moving down to his neck. He wonders how you know his name—did whatever Succubus Academy provide you a file on him? With his name on it, the length of his dick, his secret porn searches? Kasamatsu finds himself pushing that thought away at the sensation of your teeth scraping lightly against his throat.
“I’m __________,” you offer, “you might want to keep that in mind.”
“__________,” he echoes, getting increasingly drunk on your sweet smell.
“Can we kiss?”
He nods, and you press your lips against his. Kasamatsu moans loudly, the sound muffled by your lips, soft and juicy and trained, judging by the way you nip at his bottom lip for permission. You definitely have no reason to be nervous about failing the exam.
Your tongue dances with his, leaving him slick with split, short for breath, and wanting more. You are lightly grinding your core against his hard-on, making him thrust up to meet your movements.
The buttons of his pajamas are swiftly undone, and your palms meet his toned chest. You feel your mouth water at the sight and touch of his torso, a natural biological reaction towards contact with a fine human specimen. Kasamatsu’s hand are slowly snaking up to your chest.
“You can touch me anywhere you want, Yukio-kun,” he nearly cums at the sound of your voice, somehow more velvety and lulling—he knows about succubi being built for sex, but not to this extent—but he somehow wills himself to hold on. A one-night-stand with a demon. Surely there’s going to be a lot of things about you that he can explore?
The two of you share a simultaneous moan, him because you have his nipple in your mouth, you because his hands just jerked the top of your bodysuit down, revealing your breasts. He gropes them unabashedly, relishing in the firm feeling of your tits being squeezed by his strong palms.
You journey south after playing with his nipples, now hard and pink. You impatiently take off his boxers by the hem, pleased to see that he’s hot and hard and leaking at the tip—as indicated by the wet spot on his underwear.
“Ahh, fuck!” He grunts when you take his tip in your mouth. Maybe it is the delirium induced by your scent, slowly infiltrating his lungs and breaking him from the inside, but your mouth feels heavenly, or in this case, devilish. You don’t waste any time teasing, partly because of his insistent hands in your hair, so you take all of him in your mouth, looking up at the man to gauge his reaction.
“Feels good,” Kasamatsu whispers, making eye contact with you. God, you look so sexy like that, how is he supposed to last? “Really good,” he emphasizes, grabbing a fistful of your hair and leading your movements up and down his cock. You don’t seem to mind his roughness—it is evidence that he’s telling the truth—and let out a muffled chuckle around his dick, the vibrations racking otherworldly sensations down his spine.
When your hand moves to play with his balls, he loses it. With a loud groan of your name, he throws his head back, gripping yours, basically face-fucking you to the point where his hot, white cum shoots inside your mouth into your throat. You welcome the spurts of semen as if it’s fine wine, his ejaculation rejuvenating you even more. You feel reborn, new, your eyes gleaming in the dark. You’ve passed the test.
But when you hover above him again, hair falling like curtain at the sides of your face, you see him looking back at you with the same unkindled fire. The crux of your thighs are sopping wet, even from the above of the bodysuit, and it calls you to do more. More. Put him inside of you, take everything he can offer.
“Thank you,” you cup his cheek, and he sighs. “You have morning class tomorrow, I don’t want to drain too much of your—nggg, ah~”
Kasamatsu pulls the apex of your bodysuit to the side, revealing your dripping cunt, and thrusts two fingers in, his thumb circling your clit. You moan, arching your back above him, but then he uses his other hand to flip you. With your back against the mattress, he kicks your knees further apart and leans down, adding his tongue into play.
You let out a high-pitched mewl, surprised at how dirty you sound. Kasamatsu finds motivation in your reactions and nips at your lower lips so fervently, eating you out like a man depraved. The urgency of his movements rival those of the rumored incubi, you think, running your fingers through his soft hair. Your pelvis rise and fall to the fast beat of his ministrations, only heard through the squelching of your juices meeting his tongue. You cum loudly when he decides to move up to your clit—he never stops his assault on the sensitive bud even after your own orgasm. His fingers collect them, and after he’s done licking you clean down there, he inserts all three fingers into his mouth, devouring your sweet essence like you did with his.
“An eye for an eye,” he murmurs, a dangerous expression on his face. And your file tells you that he’s supposed to be shy around women! “You’re overflowing,
__________.”
You’re eyes are still hazy and half-lidded when you reply, chest heaving, lips turning into a weak smirk. “And whose fault is that?”
Kasamatsu picks you up and you switch places, him sitting up against the pillows and you on his lap. He’s hard and ready, as if he didn’t cum a few minutes earlier. This man with be the death of you and of himself, you think—too much of his life energy and he’s going to be knocked out, literally. But your eyes see the opposite. He still have at least three orgasms in him. Kasamatsu Yukio is special. The fact alone makes you hungry, so much more than before.
“I’m going to fuck you,” you say, panting in heat, “is that okay?”
“Yeah,” he replies, watching as your eyes gleam a reddish pink. He didn’t think it possible to be more turned on than he is right now, but here he is.
“You’re going to miss your morning class,” you tell him. It’s that voice again, doing things to his body.
“Fuck morning class.”
In a split second, your bodysuit is gone, leaving you stark naked, except for the thigh-high boots, and ready for him. You sink yourself onto him gently, relishing in the sound of your moans mingling with his. He’s big, filling you up to the brim with his length, and you’re like a tight glove around his dick, hot and wet.
“Is this okay? Do you want it to be tighter?” You ask. He doesn’t respond, but then he lets out a yelp followed by a long “oh, yes” when you clench around him. Except you don’t unclench. One of the perks of having sex with a succubus, he thinks, is the otherworldly anatomical abilities you have.
You begin riding him, and Kasamatsu finds it difficult to decide if he wants to watch your bouncing boobs more or the place where the two of you are connected. He grunts with every thrust of his hip, determined to screw you senseless even with him bottoming. Then, he notices the tail swishing behind you.
Something inside him tells him to grab it, and he does, firm but not enough to hurt. He takes the spade-shaped tip into his mouth, thankful for the accommodating length, and sucks.
“Hyah! Oh, oh, n-not there, please, please!” you yelp, but contrary to your words, you only look more aroused, and if the brighter gleam of your irises means anything, it means that he’s doing the right thing. It doesn’t take the two of you long to reach another orgasm, thanks to your succubi features and him exploiting your weak point.
“Inside,” you pant, “cum inside me.” And he does. The rush of your love juices against his spurt of semen sends shivers and goosebumps down his spine, and he makes sure to give all of him to you, gripping your waist so tightly with his dick buried in you. The two of you watch with hazy eyes as some of the liquid leaks down your thigh, onto his leg and the bedsheets.
When Kasamatsu lifts you up and sits you on his stomach, it’s like a broken dam —your mixed cum forms a hot pool on his equally feverish skin, and he finds himself impossibly turned on. Perhaps there is more aphrodisiac in a dream demon’s love juice, he wonders as he scoops some of with his fingers and brings them to his mouth. Your lips fall open at the sight, and he takes it as an invitation. He does it again and let you suck on his fingers clean.
“You’re amazing,” he says. You feel his hardness against your ass and you let out a shaky breath.
“So are you,” you reply, offering him a shy, slightly coy smile. He hasn’t fucked you out of your shyness yet, it seems. It fuels his drive.
“Do you want to get an A? For your exam, I mean,” he asks.
“Yes, of course. Why?”
“Let’s do it again,” he says, and his normal self might be staring at him in disbelief if he ever say that so boldly, but his blood is pumping wildfire across his body, and there is only one way to alleviate it. “That way I’m sure you’re gonna pass with flying colors.”
“That’s very nice of you to offer, mmh,” you lean down to kiss him, tasting each other. Kasamatsu is the first to pull away, dragging you gently by the ankle to situate you at the edge of his bed, kneeling. You let out a weak, scandalous chuckle as he stands behind you, groping your arched butt. This position allows him to further explore you, particularly your wings…
“Your file failed to mention that you’re such a dirty boy.”
“No fun without surprises.”
And with that he thrusts into you again.
He ditched his morning class, but Kasamatsu remembers that there is a group work meeting in the late afternoon, which thankfully gives him enough time to get out of bed. You weren’t kidding when you said ‘taking his life energy’, he feels way more exhausted than he’s used to. His legs felt like jelly when he woke up earlier, and there’s a throbbing sensation in his nether regions that helps him remember the night before. Of course, you were already gone in the morning, but that does not stop him from recalling the… exciting things you did together.
Secretly, he hopes that you think it was as good of a night as he thinks it was.
Thinking about sex
is not the best thing to do
while walking down the crowded university hallway. His train of dirty recollections stop in its track when somebody bumps against his shoulders. He sees the person fumble next to him, but manage to regain their ground.
“Sorry!” A familiar voice says.
He looks back, only to see your face.
Your eyes aren’t pink, but a normal color, yet it still manages to drown him in. Your hair is style slightly differently, and the casual clothes you wear looks like it could hide a tight bodysuit underneath them. It is you, minus the horns and wings and tail.
“Are you okay?” Kasamatsu asks automatically. His mind is still processing.
“Yes,” you answer, offering him a small smile, “I had a… rough workout yesterday. Sorry.” There’s a knowing gleam in your eyes, but Kasamatsu registers it only after you leave, a good amount of distance down the hallway. It really is you.
You smile when you hear rushed footsteps behind you.
Funny and sexy! I LOVE confident Kasamatsu. Great job!!
A proper post with daily themes and all of that fun stuff will come closer to the week itself, but I just want to go ahead and put it out there that I’m planning a Tendou Week for May 20 – May 26! I’m excited about this, and I hope everyone else will be too!
Admin alyx is hosting Tendou Week! We will be taking all manner of Tendou requests! Look forward to it
Sentence Prompt Request: Kiyoshi with “Am I not good enough?” With the reader asking that. You can end it however. It can be angsty or fluffy at the end. Thank you!
“I just,” he looked away, seeming to gather strength which looked odd on someone so big. He forced his eyes to yours. “I just need to go back.”
The words hit you like a freight train. Your heart hurt, ached with pain comparable to being stabbed and no less deadly.
He was better. So much so, apparently, that he felt called back to the court. To his team. To Japan.
Away from you.
“Am I-,” your voiced cracked under the strain of your hurt. You swallowed, blinking back tears. “Am I not good enough?”
Kiyoshi’s eyes welled with his own tears. He shook his head, loosening them to roll down his cheeks. “It’s not that, but-”
“Bullshit, Kiyoshi!” you spat, anger suddenly flooding your chest. He recoiled at your hostility, widened eyes releasing more tears. “If I was enough for you, you wouldn’t need them! Or is it…her?” You’d heard so much about Seirin, so much about Riko, that you couldn’t help the accusation falling from parted lips panting for breath as the weight of grief settled against your chest.
Kiyoshi faltered, hands outstretched seemingly to draw you close but you took a step back, fumbling for the door knob but you weren’t quick enough and his hands settled on your shoulders. But what you once fondly thought of as anchors – as security – felt like vices squeezing pain deep into your bones.
“________, please, look at me. I don’t want to leave with things like this, I don’t want..I’m not ending anything, I just need to be there.”
You looked up at him, pain burning in your eyes. “It won’t work.”
“Why? Why can’t we try?” he asked, voice low, trying for persuasion.
You shook your head, turned the knob and opened the door to step out of his embrace and into the cold, empty hall. “Because I know me. Plus, if I wasn’t good enough for you to stay, I won’t be good enough for you when you’re gone.”
Before he could protest further you turned and ran, tears finally flowing free.
The stadium was silent as the ball stuttered to a stop on the opponent’s side of the court. Then, all at once, everyone was in an uproar. The opponents wilted in defeat as Karasuno celebrated in victory.
Kageyama and Hinata looked at each other in euphoric awe, eyes wide and mouths agape in open grins.
“YEAHHH!” they yelled simultaneously as they exchanged double high-fives. Kageyama turned around as his upperclassmen charged towards him while shouting, “KAGEYAMAAAA.” He charged right back, lifting his hands to give them all high-fives all the while roaring at the top of his lungs, too happy to care about how awkward his high-fives were and how funny his face must have looked, too happy to care about how he might regret his actions later as he ran towards Yachi with his hands raised and gave her a high-five and then yelled with her for a moment before taking her shoulders and catapulting his lips right onto hers.
All of Karasuno fell dead silent. Kageyama all but flew backwards once he realized what he’d done, gibberish tumbling out of his mouth as he tried to explain to everyone—and himself, for that matter—his life choices.
Tanaka and Nishinoya were the first to recover. “Nice going! Who woulda thought!” they boomed, slapping his back so hard that he almost fell onto Yachi—who had ascended into another dimension ever since the kiss. Somewhere in the background, Hinata was screeching, “How dare you lay your mangy hands on our innocent manager!”
Sugawara’s eyebrows had disappeared into his hairline. “K-Kageyama, you should ask her out while you’re at it.”
The second-years took his advice to heart and began chanting to Kageyama, “Ask her out! Ask her out!” They didn’t notice that the boy was dead inside.
“Um,” Kageyama choked out. “Y-Yachi-san, um—”
“Sure!” she hurriedly squeaked, finally snapping back into reality. She and Kageyama shared the same sentiment: get this over with, go home, and never come out of their respective houses.
Tanaka and Nishinoya grinned and pushed the two first-years together, urging them outside along with the rest of Karasuno.
“Ya better sit next to each other on the bus!” they crowed.
Favorite line: “She and Kageyama shared the same sentiment: get this over with, go home, and never come out of their respective houses.”
Hello! This is my first foray into the world of BNHA imagines! I really hope you like what I came up with and that I kept the boys in character! – Admin Jade
I’m sure most are aware of the general idea of this but just for officialdom (I’m showing my Iida here I know) here is what I found on “how to play the pocky game”:
All that is required is one box of Pocky, a long biscuit with chocolate on one end. Two people begin eating one Pocky from each end. The first person whose mouth comes off the Pocky or the other player gets to the middle first loses. If the participants end up kissing, it is a tie.
Sero
Honestly, he’s probably one of the first to suggest playing the game as a means to tease his fellow heroes in training.
Blanches a bit when the realization hits him that he’ll have to play too
Puts up a brave front until he draws lots to play with his crush. Queue his face flaming as red as Kirishima’s hair
Becomes even more self conscious when Bakugo graciously warns him not to “bite her face off with those massive teeth.”
As they get closer and closer to the middle, he loses his nerve and lets go.
But his crush has other ideas, whipping the pocky out to make way for her lips to plant to his.
So he may have lost, but he actually won
Midoriya
Oh this boy is a nervous wreck! What if he’s paired with someone mean?
It’s worse than he envisioned when his crush steps in front of him. Just wonderful.
He almost bites his tongue when taking the first nibble and the egging on from well meaning but completely distracting friends isn’t helping the situation.
Also ends up letting go, voice shaking out, “I…I guess you win.”
She looks sorely put out by his timidity but Midoriya wouldn’t be Midoriya without the fact he’s still learning to be brave in more ways than just being a hero.
Bakugou
Loudly protests this is a stupid game and a waste of good food.
But his competitive nature outweighs his never to be admitted embarrassment and he begrudgingly secures his end of the pocky staring his crush directly in the eyes; there is no fear.
When “go” is announced, he takes pretty much the entirety of the pocky in one go; all that yelling has given him quite the jaw muscles.
This inevitably results in him inadvertently kissing his opponent.
“Tch, idiot, shoulda let go,” he grumbles, cheeks a shade of pink he woefully despises.
Kirishima
Probably the second instigator of the game because what’s more manly than kissing in public?
Rethinks this assessment when he’s paired with his crush but he soldiers on planting himself firmly in front of her, pocky between teeth and a cocked eyebrow.
Is not prepared for her to rip the pocky from his mouth and kiss him.
His whole head resembles a cherry when she pulls back but he’s grinning ear to ear.
Most of these have a theme of some self consciousness the reader has about their weight, so forgive me if that is not the feel you wanted for this. If so, please let me know and I’ll try again! – Admin Jade
Nash
After a long day of basketball, Nash tugged you into his lap, silencing your protests of being “too heavy” for him with a smack to your pleasantly plump backside. “Shut yer mouth about that shit,” he grumbled, wrapping his arms tighter about your waist and resting his head against your back. He breathed you in, your scent calming him.
Seto
The dip of the bed announced your presence, one Seto had been waiting for all night; not that he was going to admit it. Without a word – or removing his sleep mask – he rolls to his side, tugs you into his chest and falls back asleep, grateful for your warmth since the night had grown chilly.
Haizaki
Heavy breathing filled the air melding with a scent that only came after you both did. Hazaki lay on his back, a satisfied smirk on his lips. It fell away momentarily when you snuggled into his side; he wasn’t usually one for cuddling. But the softness of your form against his was too addicting to ignore, so he slipped an arm around your ample waist before allowing himself to drift off too.
Reo
“Come on, let’s cuddle up and watch a movie,” Reo insisted, pulling you to the couch. Popcorn and soda at the ready, he fell against the arm of the couch, drawing you close to his side. His fingers played idly with the hem of your shirt before drifting under it to caress your warm skin. He knew you were self conscious about your body and so made a point to touch you in as many ways as possible to make sure you understood he thought you beautiful – both inside and out.
Nebuya
“Now I gottcha!” Nebuya cajoled, arms wrapped securely around your waist before he flopped onto the bed.
Squeals of laughter mixed with imploring to let you go before you smothered him. His booming laugh vibrated through your very being. “Stop being silly, babe, you’re perfect.” He snuggled you tighter to himself. “Besides, you know I always like you on top,” he teased in your ear.
Imayoshi
Another late night, another missed opportunity to spend with you conscious. Loosening his tie, Imayoshi watched the rise and fall of your chest. Changing into pajama bottoms, the top of which you were wearing, he climbed in bed next to you, hand tracing the curve of your waist to your hip. You rolled toward him, mouth parted slightly as you breathed in and out. He may not have had the chance to talk to you but watching you sleep as he held you was a good consolation prize. Besides, he could always wake you up a bit earlier in the morning.
Aomine
“Daiki, do…do you think I need to lose weight?”
To your boyfriend, the question comes out of nowhere; literally. He thought you were asleep as he almost was but your inquiry has his eyes opening once again.
“What’re you talking about?” he mumbles against his pillow.
“You heard me. Wouldn’t you prefer someone with a little less…spare in their tire?”
He snorts, leaning up on his elbows to look down at your pouting face.
“Babe, if I wanted anyone else, I wouldn’t be with you,” he insists.
“So romantic,” you sigh, rolling away from him.
“Hey, you’re the one randomly putting yourself down. I’m just speaking the truth.” He pulls on your shoulder, easily moving you to your back once more. Climbing on top of you, he settles his full weight down, encasing you in warmth and security. “And I’m telling you the truth when I say I love you just the way you are.” One hand trails down to grasp your hip. “They don’t call these love handles for nothin’ baby. And I do love them.”
Now it’s your turn to laugh. “That’s my hip you idiot, love handles are on your waist.”
“I’ll handle you however I want to,” he quips back, making you laugh even harder.
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Hey guys.
I know things have been fairly stagnant here in terms of new content but honestly, I’ve just been so unmotivated to write which makes me so sad.
Even with adding Yowa and Free, I’m still struggling to really get my brain going.
But then…I started watching BNHA with my husband and felt the wheels start turning.
I reached out to Admin Bunny and she graciously accepted my request/offer to join her as an admin on her new BNHA blog and so here I go into another fandom!
I really hope anyone of you who follow me here will join us there. The anime is amazing, the characters all so wonderful and the fandom is excited because SEASON 3 is coming next week!
Anyway, I’m not leaving here but I have a feeling I’ll be decidedly distracted for a while and would love for anyone here to come join the fun.
Thanks Bunny for allowing me to step into this world with you and have fun writing for these beloved characters!
The first character I first fell in love with: Makato!!! OMG he’s just so sweet and loving?! I LOVE HIM AS A COACH TO THE KIDS!! The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Rin. I thought he was an ass (he kind of was) but now I love him. Him as captain is good. The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Haru? I don’t dislike him but he’s not my fave. The character I love that everyone else hates: Literally no one, I think the fandom loves all the boys but then again I’m still new to it… The character I used to love but don’t any longer: I truly like all the characters lol The character I would totally smooch: Makato The character I’d want to be like: Rin. There’s something to be said for single minded focus but he also has managed to learn to take care of those around him better. The character I’d slap: None lol A pairing that I love: Gou x Momo because it’s so funny A pairing that I despise: None, I don’t follow any ships so it doesn’t matter to me.
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