Okay But Kuroo Having A Baby Brother Because His Dad Got Married Again And Had Another Kid With His New

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positions | m. issei

tags: fluff, mildly suggestive content

issei never knew how much he loved touching you until he was granted unconditional permission to do so. he thought he was relatively independent and someone who didn’t need as much reassurance or physical affection compared to other guys around him, like oikawa and hanamaki or even iwaizumi.

he thought he’d be fine, satisfied, content with just having you sit next to him or holding your hand or just being near you.

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hmmm modern trigun!au where vash goes to a rave and tries molly for the first time and it makes his plant markings come out

it’s kinda silly how like people who like the same characters … like the same characters from other series

idk what im doing

party preparation~

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pairing: rintaro suna x reader

genre: fluff, domestic fluff, drabble, slightly suggestive, suna’s a DORK and ugh he loves you so much <3

synopsis: getting ready for osamu’s halloween party with your fiancé

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“No. Absolutely not.”

You covered your mouth with your hand as you stared at your fiancé with furrowed brows, trying everything you could to not to react.

“I can tell you’re trying not to laugh.” Suna said, placing a hand on his hip before getting closer to you. “Imagine how the guys would act if they saw me wearing this. I’d never live it down.”

Suna was wearing a pair of firefighter pants with suspenders and no t-shirt. He was holding a fake axe that he was mindlessly swinging around, and a red plastic hat settled comfortably on top of his head.

You wondered how long it would take before you’d get used to seeing his incredible body. Both him and Osamu had crazy workout regimens that were absolutely exhausting compared the other volleyball guys already lengthy workouts. The difference was the other guys were lean, they ate clean and treated their bodies like temples.

Suna and Osamu spent far too many evenings after a particularly stressful day eating like pigs and stuffing themselves with all of the junk food they could get their hands on. It’s fine, they’d say, they’ll just burn the calories in the morning.

Which they always did… and then some. Coupled with hours of weight training and you get two beefy best friends who turn heads everywhere they go and they don’t even notice.

“I’m not trying not to laugh.” You spoke into your palm, not moving your hand from your face. You were blushing. Your own fiancé, who you’ve been with for years, was making you blush like crazy just because he was shirtless.

How ridiculous.

“Oh? Hmm..” Suna took your hand off of your mouth, pressing your palm to his toned abdomen. He smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you directly against him.

“Fancy meeting you here.” He smirked and leaned down to give you a soft kiss. Before pulling away completely, he whispered in your ear. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were a bit flustered right now.”

“Shut up.” You mumbled into his chest.

“Oh shit, no way?” He snorted, “You got a thing for firefighters, babe?” Suna stepped back, posing in a way that would only be present on the front cover of a “sexy first responder” themed calendar.

“You like what you see?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

“You’re such a dork!” You laughed, running over to him and stealing his toy axe. You whacked playfully at his arm and he squinted at you. Another devilish smirk crossed his lips and he flexed his biceps at you.

“If you wanted to see my muscles, you could’ve just asked me.” He winked at you.

“Oh my god, stop!” You threw the axe at him and ran away. He took this as a challenge, catching up to you in the blink of an eye and wrapping his arms around you. He picked you up effortlessly and tossed you on your bed.

“We need to get going.” You smiled. Suna nodded, flopping down on the bed next to you. You both turned on your sides to look at each other.

“Maybe I don’t wanna go now.” He said quietly.

“You didn’t want to go to begin with. If you really hate it, you can wear something else.” You sighed, pressing your palm against his cheek. “You could always do your original idea and go as Atsumu.”

Suna cracked up and shook his head. “I was kidding when I said that. I’m not putting that pig’s jersey on. Anyways, it’s fine. I don’t really hate this costume anymore.”

“Oh?” You blinked at him, “What changed in the past 20 minutes?”

“Mm,” Suna leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. He pulled away and gave you a tender, genuine smile. A smile meant for you and only you. The softest expression he could ever make and you were the reason behind it. “I liked the way you looked at me when you saw it.”

“What?!” You covered your mouth again, he shook his head and pulled your hand away.

“Stop acting like that. I loved it. Made me feel wanted.” He hesitated, thinking of how to finish his confession. “Not like you don’t always make me feel wanted… just, like, a bit extra. You looked like you wanted to eat me.”

You scrunched your nose at him and he laughed, giving you another kiss. “Am I wrong?”

“No. Okay. No. You’re sexy. So sexy it’s distracting.” You buried your face in his chest, “We’ve been trying to get ready for this party for almost an hour, Rin.”

“So what’s another 30 minutes?” His voice was barely a whisper as he pulled you on top of him. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you since you put that costume on and all I can think about is taking it off.”

You looked down at him and your fiancé stared back up at you with nothing but adoration. You smiled again, leaning in to kiss him the way you’d been dying to all evening. Suna opened his mouth to let your tongue inside, the two of you moving from soft kisses to gasping for air and low groans in a matter of seconds.

He quickly flipped you over, hovering over you and pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you. So much. Fuck, I love you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back in for another kiss. “I love you too, Rin.”

“Good.” He leaned in and kissed down your neck, his hand working it’s way down to your waist. Sloppy, wet kisses with little bites causing quiet whines to escape from your lips.

“Now,” he mumbled against your skin, “let’s make these next 30 minutes count. We’ve got a party to go to.”

i live for awkward/dorky!! kuroo so this is my name suggestion!!! no pressure at all tho choose who u want to write for!!!!

(in response to this prompt)

you manage a shuddery inhale, arm thrown over your eyes as your lover kisses his way down your chest. kuroo’s fingers brush gently against your ticklish sides, making you squirm while a giggle bubbles behind your parted lips.

he sighs against your stomach, warm breath raising goosebumps on your skin, and you shiver at the closeness, the intimacy of it all. on this quiet saturday afternoon where all was still and quiet, save for the soft hum of the AC and the smack of your lover’s lips against your skin, there was nothing more you could want. 

“tetsuro,” you sigh, scraping your nails up his back to tug on his hair impatiently. “hurry up.”

“patience, babe.” he kisses your stomach once, twice, then follows his kisses with a flurry of soft smooches down to where you want him the most…

…making a quick pit stop along the way to lick at your belly button. 

like a strike of lighting, your reflexes quite literally kick in—and before you could even breathe or think, you’re squirming and kneeing kuroo in the gut with all your strength. 

“fuck, sweetheart, ow— could’ve just told me you didn’t like that,” he wheezes breathlessly, curled up in a ball at the end of the bed clutching his middle. 

your jaw dropped the moment you realised what happened. 

“sorry, tetsu!” you cry, crawling forward on all fours to stroke his back. “i wasn’t expecting that, didn’t know i was ticklish there. you okay, baby?”

“no, not at all!” kuroo whined dramatically. “you gotta kiss it better.” he rolls onto his back, the saddest puppy pout you’ve ever seen plastered across his face, and points at his rib where a soft, muted red was starting to bloom across his skin. 

you abide by his request, scooting down to press a kiss to his sore spot. kuroo whines again when you lift your head to look at him, long fingers threading through your hair to push your head back down to his navel. “again,” he orders with a loud, exaggerated sniffle.

“how demanding,” you laugh into his tummy, but appease him anyway with a flurry of soft smooches. “there we go. all good now.” you declare, pulling back to look at kuroo. 

“i dunno, babe. still hurts a little,” he mumbles in a small, hurt voice; his pout now eased into a smug little grin that doesn’t match his words in the slightest. and with his arms crossed above his head, biceps flexing and pecs on full display, you’re finding it incredibly hard to resist him and his peculiar plea for affection.

“tetsuro, you’re just— you’re extorting kisses from me now,” you giggle. you lean down and press a series of quick pecks to his navel once more, pausing to blow a wet raspberry next to his belly button which makes him yelp.

kuroo tugs you up his chest to face you properly, shooting you a dirty look though his cheeks were notably red from laughter. then he kisses the side of your head, all tender and sweet, and you knew you were forgiven.

“sorry i kicked you,” you whisper. “it was an accident.”

“sorry i licked your belly button.” kuroo replies with a laugh. “was just trying to be sexy.”

a/n: and then they fucked, watched animal planet while eating ice cream, and napped the afternoon away. the end thank you for reading

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SAY MORE ABT DAD NANAMI W SWIM TEACHER READER RN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘kay!

minors & ageless blogs dni, i am an 18+ blog!

gn!reader, one mention/reference to drowning, no powers au, single dad nanami au, nanami is oblivious (or is he)

"excuse me."

you almost drop the teetering pile of foam bubble belts you're carrying.

actually, you do drop them. it's just that nanami kento—father of one and the oblivious bachelor of the year for the entire swim school despite his blunt demeanor—catches them without pause. his bicep flexes with the movement, the muscle rippling beneath his skin.

you swallow.

(your friends all grumble about how lucky you are to have little yuuji in your class.

you are not lucky.

yuuji is darling. you always hear him calling out a delighted, chirpy 'hi!' to everyone he passes before his little head of hair—the soft pink of still-ripening strawberries—pops into view. he's got a smile like the sun and an energy output to match. you think he could probably power a small city.

but lucky people do not have to try and keep a handful of young children from drowning as they learn to swim while nanami kento is busy being attractive by just existing, raking a big hand through his damp golden hair until it feathers out, gleaming beads of water trickling down the thick column of his neck to pool in the dip of his clavicle.

you should have been a camp counselor, you think miserably, looking away from his broad form just in time to catch the kickboard that's rocketed out from under nanase, a powder blue foam missile. at least then the parents keep their shirts on.)

"sorry. i didn’t mean to startle you,” nanami says. he’s acquired stickers since you last saw him, the bright little stars sprinkled across his cheeks like neon freckles. you suspect that yuuji has matching ones.

"it’s okay, nanami. thanks," you say, reaching out for the belts. "for uh, catching those. i just rinsed them, so—"

he brushes your hands away gently, adjusting his grip so he has a better hold on the belts. “i wanted to speak to you.”

“okay—what about?” you ask, your hands lingering before you let them drop to your sides awkwardly.

“i’d like to know which of your coworkers conduct private swim lessons and of those, who you feel would be the best match for yuuji.”

“oh.”

nanami’s brow raises a bit. he examines you for a beat, his umber eyes keen. “you know yuuji’s skill level better than anyone,” he tells you. “and i assume you know which of your coworkers would do best with his personality.”

“i find it hard to believe that there are people who don’t do well with yuuji’s personality,” you say.

his lips quirk into a tiny smile. it’s small, but you’ve learned to catch them over the last few months, those little flashes of contentment. of pride. he briefly glances back to where yuuji is chattering at his friend megumi.

(even your boss had commented on how yuuji managed to pry stoic little megumi out of his shell.

having witnessed it firsthand, you’re not sure that ‘pry’ is the right term. it reminds you more of when seagulls smash clams against the shoreline rocks to break their shells open. megumi never stood a chance against yuuji’s weaponized sunshine.)

you reach out for the belts again, desperate for something to fidget with as that hint of a smile melts through you. nanami gives you half of them; you don’t bother to protest. it’s not the first time he’s helped you put things away after class has finished. 

“true,” nanami concedes. “but yuuji can be difficult to keep up with.”

“i guess,” you say, tugging at your lower lip with your teeth.

for a breath, you think nanami’s eyes drop to your lips. but you blink, and he’s simply looking at you, waiting for a response.

“yahaba would probably be best, i think,” you say softly. “she’s a great teacher. yuuji’ll like her. she likes to play games with her students a lot.”

“thank you,” nanami says. “it’s appreciated.”

“sure.” you bite your lip again, fidgeting with the edge of your swimsuit. “do you have concerns about what i’m teaching yuuji?”

he blinks. “no. have i indicated that i do?”

“no, i just—i know it’s come up that i offer private lessons too. of course you don’t have to use me, it’s completely up to you, i understand if you want someone else to teach him, but the group lessons don’t end for another few months, so i guess i wanted to be sure that you felt like he was learning? in case that’s why you wanted to go with someone else instead of me. that’s—that’s all.”

“ah,” nanami says. it’s almost a hum, the word rumbling low in his chest. if he was anyone else, you would say he looks faintly pleased. “no, i have no concerns. i wouldn’t have kept yuuji in the class if i had any.”

your cheeks burn. “oh.”

“it’s simply that i don’t start personal relationships with people i employ,” he says, matter-of-fact. “which means that hiring you isn’t an option, because then i couldn’t ask you to get dinner with me once the group lessons have ended.”

you drop the bubble belts again.

also we never talk about being the older woman with a younger guy head over heels for you

DEI does not mean lower standards.

You are thinking of white privilege.