I Am So Tired. Can We Normalize Knowing What Plagiarism Is And Not Rewrite Another Fic Author's Plots

isagi + rin both get bricked up when you put like a lollipop or candy you were sucking on into their mouth. especially if you tell them to open up and then close their jaw all soft

LIVE LAUGH LOVE FREAKS.

✧. ┊  “oh shit, yeah i love freaks.” ( 18 + )

╰┈➤ — haikyu!! men ; headcanons.

what kind of freaks the haikyu!! men are.

cw: pervy hq men, kinky bastards, need i say more? kuroo is mentioned twice bcs hes like a mix of both imo, lowercase & informal spelling + acryonyms intended !

OBVIOUS FREAKS

ATSUMU, oikawa, HONESTLY KINDAICHI??, tanaka, NISHINOYA, futakuchi, tendō, hear me out on hinata just a little, hanamaki, matsukawa, a little bit of kuroo, konoha, lev, sugawara, hayato, yahaba, koganegawa, bōkutō, suna, yamamoto, terushima, daishō, kuguri, inuoka, hoshiumi.

everyone knows they’re a freak and they aren’t afraid of that label too; in fact, they flaunt that shit like its a fucking first place, gold star, badge of honour medal for them. be careful around these men because whatever comes out of their mouths will not be pg 13. you need to run for the hills if sex is ever brought up in a conversation with these mfs because their horny has no off switch & they have zero filters. it is a daily battle to refrain from uttering the word “come” when talking to them. they could get a boner from the most random shit because it relates to some kink of theirs ?? like why are you hard from baking cookies,,, they’re the people who moan into the phone when their friend is calling their mom, yeah, those people. their one night stand stories are insane because crazy attracts crazy, meaning both parties’ kinks are equally as wild and thats a disaster waiting to happen. a one night stand with them will leave your body, mind and soul out of commission for a week straight because you will be physically broken and mentally unwell after being put through their crazy late night fantasies. they’re just preteen boys who never grew out of the hormonal horniness phase, or atleast learned how to turn it down a notch. most ( keyword; most ) of them are mr. hit it and quit it but they’re capable of finding someone, its just that their perception of woman is so severely warped by how much porn they’ve consumed they have impossibly high ( and strangely weird ?? ) standards so goodluck with that !!

SECRET FREAKS

KENMA, semi, shirabu, aone, yamaguchi, goshiki, kyōtani, osamu, kita, kunimi, akaashi, iwaizumi, kageyama, daichi, kawanishi, tsukishima, ushijima, did i mention kenma yet?, kuroo, yaku, kinoshita, ennoshita, washio, sakusa, akagi, hirugami, ginjima.

you would’ve never guessed they were one honestly, thats just how good they are at keeping it lowkey. their worst nightmare is their friends finding out what theyre like bcs they’d rather die than ever admit how needy and desperate they are. by the way they react to the very mention of sex you’d think they’re prudes or have never masturbated in their entire life because they’re either a) terrified and flustered of the topic or b) grossed out and disgusted as fuck BUT DON’T LET THEM FOOL YOU. they’re masters of acting cuz they’re actually the kinkiest mfs on the block and they’re probably even more wild than the obvious freaks when it comes to kinks. they probably read some nasty ass hentai to jack off to as well but you didn’t hear that from me.. don’t open their browser history btw unless you want to be traumatized indefinitely. their daydreams are so horny but you don’t even realize because they don’t show it on their faces, these mfs faces are STONE-COLD HARDENED. but just know that they’re imagining bending their crush over the teacher’s desk and rawdogging them for everyone to see in the middle of class while their teacher is explaining physics. they jack off in the shower and pretend they’re fucking their crush against the wall, and then proceed to do it AGAIN after their shower but this time against their bed.. most of them probably haven’t fucked in so long and thats why they’re like this bcs all their horniness has just manifested and multiplied x10. their kinks sometimes are more intense than the obvious freaks because these guys tend to like kinks that are so niche and bizarre that you didn’t even know they existed, and bcs they’re secretive about it their obsession with said kinks is greater than if they were open cuz its all bottled up and shit. once these mfs touch a women it is OVER FOR THEM !!

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

ao3 raised $95k in a day. that's fucking insane lol

Osamu leaves his phone number on napkins as a way to flirt with you.

You find them everywhere. Anywhere. It’s almost always the same thing- a chicken scratched version of your name, a crudely drawn winky face, and his phone number. If it wasn’t his phone number, it was another silly flirt, cheesy as can be and making your cheeks heat up each and every time you catch it.

who needs the galaxy when the only stars i want are in your eyes?

if i could rearrange the alphabet, id put U and I together

your hand looks heavy… want me to hold it for you?

call me ;}

And you’d be completely smitten with these originally, rolling your eyes and telling him how inappropriate it was leaving little napkins scattered around the back of Onigiri Miya for you.

But you don’t have to. Because you’ve been engaged for seven months by now.

“You don’t have to waste the napkins like this,” you snip playfully, tossing a wad onto the desk he’s occupied at. “You could very easily just text me your silly ass flirts.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, standing up and strutting confidently towards you. “You wound me baby,” he says, pulling you in for an embrace. “Is it a crime to leave little love letters for my little love?” You fake a gag and he rolls his eyes before pulling you in for a hug, “besides, how will everyone know you’re mine if I don’t?”

“I wear a fat rock on my finger every day, we come in together, and I know you’ve given me marks that I’ve been unable to cover- trust me, I think they get it.”

He lets his eyes glaze up and down before settling on your lips again, “well what if I just want you to know I love you? Huh?”

“I come back here, and you tell me,” you offer with another kiss, which he takes happily. “You always tell me.” Your arms snake around his thick neck, fingers playing with the short hairs of his undercut just to hear him shiver. He settles his hands on your waist and gives you a small, playful pout.

“You really don’t like my napkin-flirts?”

“I don’t like you wasting napkins,” you snort. “Gotta leave some for the customers and staff, angel boy.”

He sighs dramatically, “fine. No more flirt napkins.”

“Good,” you say, smiling. In truth, it does seem weird that you’ll start walking into work without crude little napkins flirting with you, but it’s for the best. And it is weird for a few days, even to the point some of your staff asks about the lack of affectionate little notes.

But the strange feeling doesn’t last.

Instead, it upgrades to bright pink sticky notes, littered around the shop in a familiar fashion to the napkins, only now, stuck in place for you to find throughout the restaurant.

And every now and again, all over the house. All over.

But who would’ve known, he was right.

Because you’d be lying if you say you do hate the unprofessional little reminders.

"You don't have to walk me home."

"It's nothing." Iruka rubs the back of his neck when he lies, flat palm against his skin as he smiles sheepishly. "It's not out of my way."

It is. He lives on the complete other side of the village, down by the schoolhouse. There's no real reason for him to meandering down here by the main gates, so close to you that the back of his hand brushes against yours intermittently.

It's rare that Iruka even comes out with the groups for dinner, let alone a couple of drinks. His cheeks are tickled pink from the alcohol, the smooth skin of his scar silvery white against it. Whenever you glance his way, it crinkles in the middle as he smiles.

"Really," he insists, "It's my pleasure. Besides, it's what boyfriends do."

Boyfriend. The term sounds so childish, but it makes your chest tense with excitement. Your relationship is still shiny and new, glimmering with a future of unknowns, polished with unfettered affection. Tonight was the first time you introduced him with that word 'boyfriend' and tonight was the first time his hand found yours under the table, out of view from the rest of the world.

The street lights barely illuminate the road, puddling weakly in their own respective spots and pulling weak shadows across the front of your apartment building.

"You should come in for a coffee," you say as you turn on your heel, stopping both of you short, "As a thank you."

"I don't drink coffee, but..." Iruka looks away for a moment, rather sheepish despite no one being around to witness, "I'd still like to come in, if I could."

Your face splits into a smile as you bounce on the pads of your feet, purely excited at the insinuation. Dating has its own set of rules, most of which are outdated, but appease the elders and their watchful eyes. Dates are usually done in groups, public displays of affection are kept to a minimum, and, most importantly, men aren't to come into a lady's home this late at night without pretense.

Like coffee.

You step forward into the dim, halfway there light of the lamp, and place your hand on his arm. He follows suit, but more daring, his hand finding the dip of your waist.

Appearance is important to him. Teachers are judged to a different standard than everyone else. These little rebellions only exist when there's no one else to hear them.

"I could make some food?" you offer, thing soft lilt to your voice more playful than anything. Iruka leans in, bonking his forehead against yours, and says:

"I don't want that either."

His hand scoops around the base of your neck, pulling you up and guiding your lips to the press of his own. There's an edge of innocence in the chasteness, physically buzzing with anticipation of more as he hums into you. Every breath between you is used to get closer; each exhale your chest deflates and he crushes you closer, that hand on your hip now snugly behind you, curling your back into him.

Each inhale he takes advantage of, tongue sneaking past your lips and lewdly pressing into yours. The lewdness of it all -the wet, spitty, desperate way he engulfs you deeper at every chance, the way his hand has drifted to squeeze the fat of your ass- surprises you so much that it's all you can do it keep up, holding on by his shoulders. The heat of his breath mingling with yours makes your whole body searing hot.

As if he knows, Iruka starts working his knee in between yours, thigh firm against your pussy and giving you some of the friction you desperately need. When you buckle into the contact, he moans like a wanton whore, open mouthed and deep, eyebrows crumpled together in rapture-

A low wolf whistle echoes down the street.

"Aw, get it, sensei-!" By the time you both scramble apart, the gaggle of youths (much too old to be his current students) is nothing but shadows running in the distance, guffawing as they go.

"You- hey-" Iruka's face is scarlet with embarrassment as he staggers over his words, both trying to yell and stay quiet enough not to wake your neighbors, "Go home, boys."

"They can't hear you, Umino." You pat his arm and a half-hearted laugh. You'd care more if you were younger, but age gave you thicker skin.

Your boyfriend apparently doesn't feel the same.

"Aw geez," he laments. Somehow, the kiss has mussed his hair, pulling a couple long strings in front of his face. "How embarrassing, people are gonna talk-"

"They were going to talk anyway-- people love gossip," you laugh, tugging at his sleeve, "Come inside and let's give them something to talk about."

His jaw flexes as he comes around to the idea, physically swallowing the shame of being caught.

"What happened to the food you were offering?" he teases, voice low and rolling. You turn away, walking towards the stairs to your building.

"Don't worry," you hum, "I'll give you something to put your mouth on."

i am so fucking tired. and i don’t want to go to sleep. fuck this i’m done

You don’t win alone. That’s just how it is.

shhh...no one is allowed to tell him. absolutely no one or istg 😃🔪

worlds quietest blunt rotation. or something