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reverie-starlight · 1 year

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hiii, just poppin' in to say i love ALL of your writing (no matter how self indulgent) it's always so so amazing

i also wanted to ask about your favourite headcanons of your favourite haikyuu boys/girls?

AWWW ANON ILY THANK YOU SO MUCH, THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME <333

and oooo that's a tough one... I'm gonna do relationship HCs and I'm gonna try to limit myself to 5 but we shall see how that goes...

(...I only did some boys in this one cause it was getting long but if you want me to do one for the ladies of haikyuu I absolutely will. alisa and kiyoko are my wives.)

{relationship HCs for various hq boys}

gn!reader, pure fluff <3

timeskip spoilers!!

includes: kuroo, atsumu, oikawa, sakusa and semi (who would have guessed)

kuroo

the light of my life. my first husband.

like he could be so attentive to your every want and need

but you need to communicate with him what those things are before he actually picks up on them

but once he does? you're gonna feel like royalty with how amazing he treats you

kuroo is definitely the type to rile you up for his own enjoyment

like not enough to make you actually angry but just mildly annoyed, or to get you into the same playful mood he's in

usually you'd go into playful banter from there

he loooovvveeesss kissing you

like so much it's actually concerning (but you love it anyway)

doesn't have a specific place he prefers to kiss you but he will admit to purposefully kissing you in sensitive spots (like your neck or stomach) so he can hear the noises that come from that

if you're like me and get anxious/too in your own head sometimes, he would be so good at keeping you distracted and calm

would hold your hand squeeze it every so often to ground you

(side note he would have the nicest hands, second only to akaashi maybe, and he's aware you like them)

gently cups your cheeks a lot when you're having a conversation, it's so common that neither of you even notice it anymore, so when you're out with friends and he does it, they gag at the affection

also yk that thing where you knock your heads together as a form of affection??? you guys would absolutely do that, it's his favourite thing

since I literally have his jersey in hoodie form, I have to mention that he would purposefully buy clothes he thinks you'd be more likely to steal from him

he lovesss seeing you happy, so your relationship is a lot of fun. he's always making you laugh, which in turn, makes him laugh too

will CRY if you whisper sweet nothings to him after a long, hard day, pls validate him and tell him you love him and he's all that you want and more

and he will absolutely do the same for you, even if you had the best day. he wants to give you everything, so let him !!

scratch his back while he lays on top of you and rants about his day and he turns to putty

he's just very in love with you and wants to make you the happiest person on the planet, he wholeheartedly believes you deserve it <3

atsumu

we all knew he was gonna be on this list

fun fact, kuroo and akaashi were my top two characters for like a year and a half, and then one day atsumu shot to first place (if you couldn't tell from my blog)

anyway if favoritism shows, no it doesn't

he will pick you up at any chance he gets and drag you to your room for cuddles

he is SUCH a cuddly guy I wholeheartedly believe that.

does not mind being the big spoon one bit if that's what you prefer, as long as he gets to hold you in some way

he goes all out for anniversaries and holidays, you actually have to reign him in a lot of the time

will go to the gym and send you mirror selfies with horribly cheesy captions saying how much he misses you and how he wishes you were there with him

the jackals all love you and will 100% side with you in a petty argument just to tease atsumu

his favourite place to kiss you is definitely on the lips. he's not sure why but it just makes him happy

he LOVES it when you kiss his forehead tho

you guys have an entire arsenal of inside jokes

truly your relationship is two dorks best friends in love

after a long day his ideal destress routine would be to make dinner with you and then watch a show on the couch before going on an evening walk together

will show you off at every event he brings you to

he gets so giggly whenever you show him affection without him having to ask for it, it's the cutest thing you've ever seen

this man flirts to see you hideaway and then turns a million shades of red if you give it right back

he is just so proud to call you his partner <3

oikawa

this man is my favourite character in all of haikyuu

he's my favourite character but like, only top 5 in terms of my simp list yk??

but you'd better believe I have some HCs for him

I've said it before and I will say it again, even if Spanish isn't his first language, he would absolutely use Spanish terms of endearment on you while/after living in argentina

things like mi vida, mi sol, mi amor, etc...

i'm half costa rican, you can't blame me for adoring pet names in Spanish, and if you do I will simply ignore you <3

bro is so romantic.

like I genuinely believe he would be one of the most romantic guys out of any of them

very affectionate, but I feel like he wouldn't be so much in public despite what everyone else says

he'd happily show you off at events and stuff, and it would be obvious you two are together, but I think he's definitely more affectionate alone with you

loves loves loves skinship

will literally stick his hands under your shirt when you're cuddling just to trace shapes into your skin

loves gently running his fingers over the features of your face

he just wants to feel you a bit

kisses your temples and fingers the most I think

loves taking baths with you as well, he loves just sitting with you and talking about your days

he always wants to hear about every little detail

he lovesssss when you start rambling on about something and will listen to you so intently bc he knows what it is to feel passionate about something

if you run your hands through his hair he will melt into you, but you didn't hear it from me

he will also melt if you call him any pet name. he'll never admit it, but you know his favourites are the ultra-sweet, tooth-rotting ones he claims to hate

if you're ever insecure about anything in terms of your physical appearance, he will spend so much time complimenting you and kissing every place you point to <3

looks for you in the crowd at his games and smiles at you before he serves bc you're wearing his jersey

i want to give him a million kisses all over his face after he wins a game to see him smile and laugh, I have no problem feeding his ego actually

damn maybe the favoritism showed up more in this one

sakusa

take this as his bday post bc i forgot to get something out for the actual day

i LOVE this guy

I do already have some fluff HCs for him and a clingy!reader

but these are gonna be more general

okay so I do genuinely believe he would be soft for his partner

in public he is not outwardly affectionate

but that's okay bc you love all parts of him and respect his boundaries

however behind closed doors

he will bask in your affection

loves having your arms around him, loves being pressed against you

he's not a robot in public though, oh no

he has a very dry sense of humour, i think, which you love

bc if he has a sly remark or something to make about someone, he'll lean in close and whisper it to you

doesn't matter where you guys are, if he thinks of something, he's gonna want to share it with his partner, especially if he thinks it will make them laugh

his pet names for you range anywhere from "sweetheart" to "you little shit" tbh

lots of playful debates with him too

he likes to subtly match with you, either through colours you wear or like, homescreens that match up when you put your phones side by side

loves to kiss your palms the most and when he's holding your hand or you're cupping his face, he will hold your wrist and press tiny kisses to it

very observant so he will always be picking up on any mood changes or things you're hinting at

his morning voice is god tier, just saying

loves it when you play with his hair right when he wakes up, will literally purr like a cat if you do it long enough, but he will deny anything and distract you from it with a kiss

what a guy <3

semi

THE SEMI APPRECIATION AGENDA LIVES ON

i've said it before and i will say it again: he plays the guitar for you and writes songs with you in mind

he is a literal godsend when it comes to attending to your needs

does not mind one bit if you ask him to get you water at midnight

he is always down for late night drives as well, and has two playlists specifically curated for them and he picks one to play based on whether you're tired and need to get extra sleepy or if you're energetic and want to jam out with him

he's a government worker by day, musician by night and whenever you go to his shows, he will dedicate a song to you

speaking of performances

bringing this one up again, but always has you write something on him before he goes on stage (I have a mini fic based on that idea if u look on my page!!)

HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH OKAY??? would literally worship the ground you walk on if you told him to

gets you souvenirs from wherever he plays a show and presents them to you all dramatically and grins when you laugh at him

you most definitely have a necklace or bracelet with one of his old guitar picks hanging from it

semi is affectionate. not stingy with it in public but not crazy with it behind doors either. he's just. affectionate. most of it comes out in his songwriting anyway.

his main love languages are probably words of affirmation and acts of service

will ABSOLUTELY whisper sweet nothings to you completely unprompted when he's feeling soft just to get you flustered and/or in a sweet mood with him

he is in love, your honour

@emmyrosee more kuroo as promised!!

hope you all enjoyed!! please like and reblog <3

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missuga · 2 years

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It wasn’t even four minutes after your last class got out for the day before he texted you. Even though you’d been expecting it, seeing it brought a smile to your face.

-him: “how was class?”

-him: “you fell asleep again didn’t you”

Despite the way your heart sped up at the texts you couldn’t stop from rolling your eyes, of course he’d say something like that.

-you: “no you weirdo i watched every second of the boring lecture”

-you: “give me some credit.”

-him: “mhm sure”

-him: “whatever you say”

-him: “call me i miss you”

Your heart jumped for what felt like the hundredth time on the short walk across campus, his text shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you.

He didn’t give you enough time to process what he said though. Your phone lit up with his name, not even a full minute after.

“I’m sorry, I don’t answer solicitors.” You said, trying your best to sound disappointed as you answered the call.

“Oh, well this is awkward then, I was going to try to sell you some insurance.” He paused for a second and you had to stop yourself from laughing at that, “Another time maybe?”

“For sure.” You rolled your eyes at that, smiling even more than you had before. “You back at your apartment yet?”

“You ruined the bit!” The groan sounding through the phone was obviously forced, you could almost hear the smile hiding in it. “But yeah, I got back a while ago, finished all my homework right on campus so I’m bored.”

“Oh, that’s why you’re calling me then? You’re bored?”

“Yup. Needed someone to bother.” His laugh was bright as it echoed through you phone and it sounded just as good as it usually did.

“Oh, you must have some pretty good luck then, it just so happens that I don’t have any homework left too.” You mused, knowing exactly where this was leading.

“Oh, so you’re coming over then?”

“Are you asking me to come over?” You mocked trying to mimic the same tone he had, you had already started walking towards his place.

“Mmm, I don’t think it’s an option actually.” His answer was laced with a bit more of serious now, as if he thought you’d think it was a joke. “Grab some dinner for us? I’m seriously lacking on groceries right now, I’ll venmo you.”

“You’re always lacking on groceries, what’s new?”

You had to laugh at that, the amount of times you’d been grocery shopping with him always resulting in nothing.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll see you soon.” You could almost hear him rolling his eyes through the phone at that.

“Okay, see you soon. I’m staying the night by the way.”

“I’d expect nothing less.” His voice softened at that and it warmed your chest. “That wasn’t an option either.”

Iwaizumi, Atsumu, SUNA, Daichi, Semi, Kuroo, Tanaka, BOKUTO,

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magma-frog0 · 11 months

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Kageyama x fem!reader who also does volleyball and is a lot like him. Very angry and acts like she hates everybody, but when it comes to sex she's Tobio's little princess? <3333

Ooooooh yesss that’s so cute lol

This is going to be a Drabble so I’m not going to take the time to paragraph it if it’s going to be super short and it takes me 15 minutes to write. ANYWAY LOVE YOU 👹👹👹👹 I also switched some things around don’t get all bitchy about it though I’m trying my best.

You are a volleyball player who is VERY passionate about volleyball, you’ve dedicated yourself to it and now it is a full time passion. You are devoted and you are always willing to do what’s best for you and your team, taking necessary breaks or working harder whenever you saw fit, you were also strict about certain things, you never let your team slack off and you were definitely a team mom to almost all of them. They all had special places in your heart and you cared for them deeply that was one of the hundreds of reasons Tobio Kageyama fell in love with you, to be fair you weren’t exactly like him he was more…. Well, ridged when it came to certain aspects while you were more round and flexible to other suggestions. But you knew how to stand your ground and you never backed down from a fight, you had courage and you were brave almost never submitting or surrendering to anyone…. Well almost everyone. All of your big “bad” super strict and powerful energy always fluttered away when Tobio had you under him. He always made you feel so weak under him, he was always in control and he had a lot of stamina. You were practically his little princess as he whispered soft things into your ears as you fucked the life out you. “I love you so much.” “Beautiful girl.” “Please don’t be quiet I want to hear all of you.” Everything about it made you feel so special, every time he asked something of you in bed you gave it to him and he loved it, and he loved you even more.

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radiantteacup · 8 months

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A, I and s with semi please <3

✧.*Orgasm, vulgar language, mentions of rough and gentle sex, edging, aftercare,

༊*·˚ I've never written for him before, but it was lots of fun! <3

˗ˏˋFeaturing ´ˎ˗ Semi Eita

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's very big on aftercare. The two of you can get rough sometimes, so aftercare is a must for him. The rough sex is fun, but he wants to make sure he's never actually hurting you. He'll run you a bath, light candles n shit, sliding both of you into the tub with your back against his chest. He'll hold you in his arms, pressing light kisses to your shoulders while he whispers soft nothings.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said earlier, he likes rough sex. This isn't to say you never have gentle sex, it's just not as common. That being said, there's little things he does when you two are fucking that remind you he loves you. Like the way he watches your face intently, analyzing your expressions to make sure you're enjoying it just as much as he is, and that no matter how rough he is, he'll press the softest kisses to your skin.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

One to two rounds is golden for him. Not so much of a marathon sex kind of guy, just one or two good, passionate rounds. These rounds, however, are not short ones. He's a big fan of edging you, so one round could be an hour long.

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semifilms · 1 year

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Hello, hello. I’m new here so I don’t know how many character I can request but may I request headcanons of vacations with Suna, oikawa and semi

☆VACATIONS W/ THEM | suna rintaro, toru oikawa, semi eita, atsumu miya

a/n - i actually love this prompt anon and i apologize for being very late to respond and do it 😭i hope you don’t mind that i added atsumu to this🫡 also i got a little carried away & i didn’t proofread 🙈

cw - light swearing

suna doesn’t remember almost anything when you guys are packing. it’s like all basic necessities he needs, he forgets. on the plane ride he is sleeping almost the whole time, he’s dreading the jetlag but he wants to be prepared for the long day you guys have planned. wherever you decide to vacation he’s excited to be there as long as you are. you’re happy, he’s happy. the only thing he’s really looking forward to might be sleeping in the hotel. the plane seats were not comfortable. you think he paid for first class? no. once he gets real good sleep in he’s actually so much more energetic and is ready to go do little tourist things. he takes servers pictures of you guys at landmarks and restaurants just to save to a little album on his phone <3

oikawa is basically vlogging the whole process of picking and the trip. he honestly isn’t that forgetful but he’ll forget like one thing and it’s probably really important. seems like the type to overpack and forget his passport. also definitely wants to be their 2 hours early. you guys would grub on airport food until the flight. and yes, you’re definitely flying first class i don’t think i could picture him settling in economy. he’s seen the movies and he’s experienced those crying toddlers and those unlucky seats in between sweaty strangers. he’s not up for that at all. he would definitely post pictures of you guys posing in front of landmarks to his socials. or the food you guys eat at restaurants. i feel like i’m his instagram close friends he’s rating the food like he’s keith lee. overall it’s a very enjoyable vacation.

SEMIIIIIII my love<<333. (my bad) anyway, he makes sure you don’t forget anything. he made a list and he checked it not once, not twice, but three times he had to make sure. you guys leave prepared and you get to the airport 20 minutes before departure. i’m sorry but he’s not trying to wait in the airport for 5 hours, like some people…. if there are any types of street performers music wise or whatever he will stop so you two can watch. (definitely leaving tips.) going to an art museum is on the itinerary. he just likes making little jokes about the art and interpreting it in a funny way and not making it deep. but he also really appreciates the art and especially street art (if any where you vacationed) he will make small talk with older natives to wherever you visit and listen to their stories. even if he’s not interested he acts like he is. he’s making the most out of the vacation that’s for sure.

now i’ve thought about atsumu on vacation several times this is why i had to include him. he’s forgetful when you’re packing, no doubt but in the end he remembers everything and you guys BARELY make it in time to the airport. you’d think with how often he’s flown he’d be better but no. this man is looking forward to fucking up some foreign food. he is using this vacation as an excuse for whatever diet he is on. fans spot him in the airport when you guys arrive and the amount of paparazzi is insane. nonetheless he is really just has his arm wrapped around you as you guys head out to the ride waiting for you. NICE ASS HOTEL! NICE ASS HOTEL! 100% got one of those rooms that looks like an apartment. did you guys watch singles inferno? like those. back to the food he is cleaning plates and trying every single dish recommend at the restraints. hell take some photos of landmarks but he’s rather just enjoy it with you in the moment.

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bokutobabes · 1 year

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DAD! HAIKYUU WITH THEIR DAUGHTER

Haikyuu Lev, Aran, Semi x daughter

LEV HAIBA

A fool for his daughter, he really is <3

He got the moolah 💰 to spoil his daughter so why not?? her everyday outfits is worth more than your student loan

Insists that his daughter is the prettiest baby to ever exist on earth, I mean she won the genetic lottery so...

She's as pretty as a doll ✨ she has Lev's eye colour and your h/c HEARTHROB ALERT

And guess who's a child model? Yes, her. The company BEGS Lev to let her model but he refused. (￣ヘ￣)

Not until his daughter walks giddily towards him, saying that she wanna model for her favourite ice cream brand with daddy <3

And Lev instantly melts to comply to his daughter's request. fucking fool

And now there's a display of Lev and his daughter in front of Baskin Robins and on the billboard 🍦

So yea,, she's a model under the condition that she only models with her daddy and she chose the brands lol

Lev would do anything to keep his daughter happy :)

OJIROU ARAN

Father of the year award goes to :

Finally a father who's not afraid to discipline his child hshshhs

But he's also gentle while doing it

His baby daughter is the cutest, kindest and the most polite babyy everr <3

Daddy Aran + Uncle Kita supremacy

But she's starting to pick up the mischievous side from Uncle Miyas

Cue Aran desperately shielding his daughter from the Miyas especially Atsumu

Lord help his baby daughter 🛐

It's so easy to take care of her, everyone swears she's an angel

Loves playing hi-tea princess?? Loves playing hi-tea princess. 😌

Hairr!!! He does his daughter’s hair!! And he does it better than you. 😭🫶🏻

SEMI EITA

Prettyy daughterr!! (Have you seen him!?)

Musician Semi agenda

The little bean has been listening to her father’s serenade even before she was born

Yup! You guessed it, she inherited the musical talent ✨BLESSED✨

Father-daughter bonding time is playing instruments 😭🫶🏻

Semi tried teaching her guitar but she insisted on playing piano

Is he gonna say no? Over his dead body

Cried a river when her daughter held a special performance dedicated to him, and you got in on tape it was adorableee👍🏻

Your house is always noisy with music🤩🤩

It’s either a blessing or a curse for your neighbour

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suyacho · 2 years

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COMFORTING YOU AFTER BEING CATCALLED.

PT. 1 (tokyorev)

i just want my favs their comfort:)

WARNINGS: obviously catcalling - cursing - comfort - violence - mentions of killing kinda? (very angry boyfriends) - headcanons - nicknames (baby for semi, love for aizawa)

ORDER: tamaki - aizawa - shigaraki - daichi - semi

— tamaki amajiki.

“you got catcalled?” tamaki questioned, repeating your words to make sure he heard it right. “mhm, on my way home.” you mumbled quietly, your face clearly showing how upset you were. “i’m sorry that i wasn’t there.” he apologized, gently pulling you into a hug.

tamaki frowned, feeling something he had never felt before as he tightened his grip around you. he was angry, tamaki had never felt this pissed before, not even when villains constantly insulted him. he just felt a different kind of anger knowing they bothered you, something that’s most dear to him.

all he wanted to do was just go out and tell these people off. even though he knew he can’t as a pro hero nor did he want to leave you alone when you needed him right here, that would only make him feel guilty.

“thank you tama.” you told him quietly, resting your head against his chest tiredly and feeling safe in his arms. it wasn’t the first time something like this happened but knowing you had tamaki there with you for comfort was more than enough.

— shouta aizawa.

“sho i’m so fucking tired of this, i was scared.” you sighed, laying down on his lap and getting comfortable as you looked up at him. “i know love, i’m sorry.” he apologized, knowing how upsetting it was for you.

“they’re gone now, you’re safe with me.” he reassured you, gently starting to play with your hair, knowing it was one of your many weaknesses. a small smile grew on your face as you closed your eyes, relaxing yourself.

“it’s not even a fucking compliment either.” you continued ranting, knowing that he’d listen, even if you were to rant for hours. “they’re just pieces of shit love.” aizawa answered, gently massaging your scalp.

“mhm, i’m glad i have someone who treats me right.” you told him, looking up at your lover, already starting to forget about the earlier event. “next time i’ll protect you, i promise.” he smiled down at you, looking at you with all the admiration in the world.

— shigaraki tomura.

it was quiet as you rested your head against shigaraki’s shoulder, your pinkies intertwined while neither of you spoke. you both didn’t really know what to say to begin with. it made you wonder if telling shigaraki was the right thing to do but even if you didn’t, he would notice that something was off.

the only problem was that he didn't know what to do or how to comfort you. he never had comfort when growing up so what was he supposed to do? “sorry i-“ he started, only being cut off by your words. “don’t apologize, i’m fine tomu.” you reassured him, knowing that he blamed himself for not being there when it happened.

“i’m glad.” he whispered quietly, taking a moment to think and getting up after. “i’ll be back, okay? just stay here.” shigaraki told you, giving you a small smile and you nodded. “i’ll be here waiting for you.” you told him and he nodded, making his way out of the door.

shigaraki was pissed, pissed because they dared to badmouth you. that’s exactly why he went out to go after those people. you knew there was no way of stopping him, it was his way of comforting you.

— daichi sawamura.

you didn’t even have to say a word as you walked into your shared apartment for daichi to notice something was off. he knew you better than anyone and immediately noticed it.

“welcome home.” daichi smiled from the couch, not bringing up the topic right away because the last thing he would do is push you to speak. “thanks.” you sighed, plopping down next to him on the couch and resting your head against him.

a silence fell but it wasn’t a bad one. “you know i’m here for you right?” daichi told you in a caring tone, gently grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers. “and i’m not going anywhere either.” he continued, smiling when you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“thank you.” you smiled weakly, closing your eyes and being glad you had someone like him. maybe daichi didn’t realize it, but those small moments meant the world to you. “also— take all the time you need alright? you don't have to tell me.” daichi reminded you, kissing your hand and letting you rest there.

— semi eita.

semi paused for a second, taking his time to take in what you just had told him. if there was something semi hated, it was catcalling. he had heard some bad stories here & there and genuinely was worried for you. he hated the fact that it happened to you even more, especially when he wasn’t there.

“shit baby, i’m so sorry that i wasn’t there.” semi apologized, gently pulling you in a hug. “are you okay?” he asked in a caring tone, looking at you and slowly rubbing your back. he would give you all the time you needed to talk about it, the last thing he wanted was to pressure you into talking about it.

“i don’t know, ‘m just tired semi.” you answered after a while, resting your head against his chest. “i get it, it’s okay, just let it all out.” he reassured you, being very understanding of the situation and giving you an apologetic look.

“can we just stay like this and drop the topic?” you asked softly, being done with it since it wasn’t the first time it had happened. “of course, i’m sorry.” semi answered softly, dropping the topic and pressing a soft kiss against your forehead.

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foranpo · 2 years

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ੈ˚☆ newly-weds life;

anon asked: heeeello :) May i request kita and semi just married headcannons? ^^ i mean, separately not them being a couple LMAO

fandom: haikyuu.

characters: kita, semi.

reader: gn!

genre: headcanons.

content: fluff.

word count: ~340 each // 700 total.

cole's note: ngl i laughed a little w the last part lmao but i got you baby mwuah hope you like it <3

ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading <3 ──────

˚ʚ kita shinsuke.

Married life with Kita wasn't much different from your dating days; Kita had always been a man who, when he loved, made a point of showing it with every little thing that came to his mind. And being married to you, he just found even more little things to show his affection for you.

At the beginning of your marriage, there were several moments when you caught Kita looking at you; simply watching you and admiring you, never knowing or suspecting how someone like him managed to actually marry you, the most amazing person in the world. And, following his silent moments with sparkling eyes, Kita approached you slowly, wrapping your body in an embrace full of affection, the way he held you close to his body, the way he prolonged the hug, bringing you memories of your dating days, making you feel at home every single time.

He wouldn't get tired of telling you he loved you. All of Kita's love poems were recited with the lightness of someone who was born to love, the intention he put into every word to show that he was only born to love you.

Every weekend, Kita made a point of giving you flowers or plants; a small gesture compared to its meaning, since whenever the flowers withered or the plants grew too much, Kita already had new ones for you, reinforcing the idea that he would always be there, making your life always more beautiful, never denying you the disappointment of a lonely and gray life.

Whether it's bringing you breakfast in bed, taking out the trash or giving you a massage to relax, the reality is that Kita didn't really differentiate your relationship status because, in fact, he always knew that you would be the only person he would marry and, even long before the wedding, he always treated you as if you were his life partner.

Married life with Kita wasn't much different from your dating days, because, quite simply, the whole sea of love that ran through Kita's heart only existed to worship you.

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˚ʚ semi eita.

Semi had some problems with romance; not that he didn't feel it, no. After all, Semi's entire being was designed to love you. But the reality is that expressing such feelings has always been embarrassing for Semi, always making him red or flustered, always making you laugh. That is, until they get married.

The change was tragic. As soon as you returned from your honeymoon, romance became your standard. From small stolen kisses before breakfast to slow dances in the kitchen before dinner, Semi stopped being a mess of shyness and embarrassment and gripped tightly to the wedding ring that embellished his finger, wearing it with courage and passion.

He believed that anything was possible now that he was married to you, and he would try to do anything to show it to you. He started cooking for you every day, accompanied you to work whenever he could and never let you go home alone.

Semi really did become a totally different person after signing your wedding papers – but it was a change for the better. For he now had no fear or hesitation in saying that he loved you; now, he didn't care when you kissed his cheek in public or when you called him 'love' in front of family and friends.

Semi was now part of you, officially. And, with the officialization of your love, something has changed in Semi; maybe the certainty that he now belonged to you, maybe all the fear of losing you completely dissipating, but the reality is that Semi, after you were married, was the embodiment of romance and passion.

Hugs, kisses, small declarations of love or simple caresses. Semi did everything he was too ashamed to do before. And he did it with passion, with the certainty that he had never been happier than at that very moment. For, it was in loving you that Semi was really complete and he only knew for sure when your wedding rings were bathed by the sun for the first time on your wedding day.

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iwas-princess · 2 years

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keeps his hands firmly on your thigh everytime he sits next to you.

it doesn’t matter what he’s doing - if he’s next to you, his hands is going to be resting on your thigh.

when he’s driving, watching tv with you, eating with you, doing work, any reason really.

because, he knows it makes you feel so special and erupts butterflies in your stomach every time he does it.

and he’d never tell you, but it makes him feel so special too.

- iwaziumi, kuroo, diachi, tanaka, osamu, suna, semi.

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reverie-starlight · 1 year

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semi headcanon/mini fic that I literally SPRINTED here to share because I’m so in love with him and this idea

AKA: semi who autographs his name on you before his shows, but maybe more importantly, you also autograph yours on him.

(timeskip spoilers for semi, gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff, does this count as being possessive but not in an unhealthy way?? It’s cute not creepy yk? Healthy possessiveness?? Idk but I’m into it!!)

(ignore the messy header I needed something to make it prettier)

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ANYWAY

semi the musician who we have basically all collectively agreed as a fandom is in a band. you’re his s/o, and obviously you try to make it to every show your schedule allows.

as his s/o you get to go backstage and spend time with him before his shows, of course. so you’re in the dressing room with him one night just talking and you get on the topic of how even though you’re dating him (and have been since before his music career really took off and he could quit his day job), you don’t have his autograph.

You argue that you’re lucky enough to see his writing everyday, that you don’t need his autograph because you get to actually know and love him, but you humour him anyway. maybe it was the overwhelming pride for him you often felt before his shows messing with you, but you didn’t mind inflating his ego a bit.

“I don’t have any paper on me though,” you frowned looking around for some. After a minute you gave up and looked down at yourself, getting a new idea. you were wearing a short sleeved top that day because you knew you’d be too warm in the venue with a jacket.

“Eita, sign my arm,” you said, holding your arm out to him.

He blinked. “Your arm? Are you sure you’re okay with that? I mean- I love the idea, babe, but are you sure you want my autograph on your skin?”

You grinned. “Please, Eita? I promise I’m okay with it, it’s not like I’m getting it tattooed.”

A smile spread over his face. “Alright” he said, positioning your forearm properly and signing his name on your skin with the black marker he found in his pocket.

You both looked at it fondly for a moment before you broke the silence. “I like having your name on me, it feels intimate. It’s just for us.” you didn’t usually watch from the crowd, it was always either the wings of the stage or the friends and family box.

His smile tuned soft as he watched you trace over the ink. “Can I have your autograph on me, too?”

You looked up at him surprised. “You want my autograph? Why?”

The look in his eyes already made you want to melt then and there, but his response was the cherry on top. “Because I absolutely adore you. You’re a star.”

You looked down at your hands and fiddled with them for a second while nodding. “Sure, I’d like to autograph you, too.”

He kissed you on the head and handed you the marker. You debated where to place it for a moment before deciding on his forearm as well.

Hm, you thought, that night Eita helped me make up a signature for autographs is actually coming in handy.

You finished scribbling it onto his skin and he brought it up to his face for inspection. A faint blush appeared on his cheeks and you kissed him.

“It’s perfect, Y/n, I love it. I love you. I love that we have this now.”

“I love you too, Eita. Now go have fun on stage, I’ll be watching.”

And of course he had fun, but he had even more fun looking over at you and seeing his name on your arm. At one point in the show, he pointed over at you to blow a kiss and the fans could clearly see your name on his skin. Some of them somehow spotted you and noticed his name on yours and you’d better believe it was on the internet soon after that.

After that show, you and Semi decided to make it a regular thing. Anytime fans at his band’s shows saw writing on his skin, whether it was your name clearly showing or just peeking out of his clothing, they knew you were also there to support him.

And it was just for you and him.

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AHHH I hope this was okay!! I got the idea and had to write it immediately or I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. I hope you enjoyed, likes and reblogs always appreciated :)

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missuga · 2 years

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“Hello?”

Your greeting was met with soft silence and a dark screen. It was long enough for you to question whether or not he was even on the phone at all, maybe he had but dialed you.

“Y/n?” A loud voice sounded through the phone after quite a bit of rustling.

“What are you doing? Why are you calling me?” You mumbled out the questions. It was nearly three in the morning, no sane person should be this energetic.

“Wanted to see you.” His words sounded a bit slurred now and you sighed out a laugh.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Hm?”

Your question was obviously ignored as he brought his face into view of the camera. It was dark still, but it was just light enough now to see the outline of his features.

“Do you know what time it is?” You asked again, hoping this time he’d answer your question.

“Mhm, it’s three.”

If it wasn’t for the sleep still clouding your mind you would’ve been dumbfounded at the tone of his voice.

“You look really pretty right now.” He interrupted you before you could say anything else and the smile adorning his lips now stopped any protest in the back of your throat.

“You’re so dumb.” You whispered, trying to fight against a smile that was already winning. “Is there a reason you face timed me in the middle of the night?”

It was quiet again as he disappeared out of view for a moment before the screen was lit up brightly. For half a second you thought he’d entered his apartment. That was before a loud knock sounded on your door.

“Are you outside?” You whispered, heart beating a little faster than a minute ago.

“Yeah.” He grinned into the camera and your heart skipped another beat. “Can you let me in? It’s cold as hell out here.”

Before you could say anything else he hung up the call leaving you to race toward your front door, the sleep pulling at the corner of your eyes long gone now.

“Hi.” He whispered once you opened the door.

“Hi.” You repeated, not able to say anything else as you took in the sight of him. He wore a dopey smile, pieces of his hair falling into his eyes as he stared at you.

“I wanted to see you.” He said again, wrapping his arms around your waist making you shiver as his cool fingers grazed your skin.

“It’s three in the morning” You breathed out, pulling him inside anyway.

“So.” He grinned once more as he followed you towards your bedroom. “If you’d let me move in I wouldn’t have to show up late.”

“You’re so dumb.” You said for the second time, this time the smile on your lips a bit wider than before.

BOKUTO, Nishinoya, Suna, KUROO, ATSUMU, OIKAWA, Semi,

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nanaminokanojo · 2 years

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Still and All

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Four Seasons. Same room. Same Time. I'll be waiting. -E

Those words practically tattooed themselves over your eyes as you read the message for the umpteenth time that month. It has always been the same message sent to you through text, repeatedly done so, sometimes twice or thrice a day until said "same time" would come to pass. Well, that's because you have disabled Eita from calling you.

You received a knowing look from your secretary who was sitting beside you in the backseat of the car. More or less, she already knew what was going on with how you were sighing repeatedly while looking at your phone. There wasn't exactly anything you did not tell her, and she knew your rather negative disposition stemming from what transpired exactly a month ago in Monaco.

"I speak now as your friend, Y/N," Kiyoko, your henchman in every sense of the word, spoke, shedding off the formal tone she used when addressing you as her employer. "Go and see Eita. I am starting to worry for the both of you."

You arched a brow at her. She was aware as to your choice not to see him again at least until things cooled down. He wasn't exactly someone you could avoid for the rest of your life, not when you moved in the same social circles, and definitely not when your families are virtually inseparable.

"He's your best friend," she droned on.

"Yes, until I ruined things beyond repair and he had to break his engagement off because of me," you snapped, going for the offense, not really wanting her to win the argument. You hated how she was always right, and god knows why she kept up with your utter stupidity when it comes to your feelings.

"Because she was cheating on him!" Kiyoko fired back, assuming her persona as your older sister from another mother. "It wasn't because of you. It was already happening before you even came into the picture."

You didn't know what was worse: you seeming to have broken up Eita's relationship with his fiancée or you appearing to have shrewdly swooped down at the first opportunity like a vulture to carcass, all because of your festering feelings for him even before you both entered university.

A strangled scoff elicited from your mouth. “Cheating on Eita? Mika?”

“Yes.”

“That’s impossible. She adores Eita.”

“Not enough, apparently.”

You could feel your head swelling to twice its size at the thought of it. You didn’t know how you would feel about the whole matter, torn between relief from the thought of Eita not getting married the following year after all, and that of anger when it dawned to you that your dearest friend was being made a fool by anybody regardless of their identity.

"And you knew this for how long?"

“A week before you arrived.” Kiyoko took your hand in hers. "Y/N, I've known you long enough to know when you're trying to suppress your feelings even if they're right just so others can be happy. I know you well enough to know that you have been in love with him for the longest time, exactly why you couldn't accept Ushijima Wakatoshi's suits no matter how fond you are of him."

You knew the rest of the story. It was second nature to your secretary to investigate when she feels like something wasn't right even without authorization from anyone. Yes, even if it meant bypassing you or going against your orders when she feels like acting to your best interests. Kiyoko was efficient, and quite frankly, terrifying, like that.

"With whom?" you asked. “With whom is Mika cheating on Eita?”

"A Daisho Suguru. New money, apparently, but a good man nonetheless."

You were surprised at her observations but you knew better than to doubt it. If there was anyone with a good eye for character, it was Shimizu Kiyoko, and if she says that man who was taking Eita’s fiancée from him was a good man, then you would believe it without question.

She exhaled loudly, her raven locks swaying with her movement. "In all fairness to Miss Yamaka, it wasn't intentional and she didn't plan to hurt Eita, but sometimes things are just the way they are. It was love at first sight, and although I am not inclined to believe in such things, I saw it myself. There just isn’t a spark between her and Eita which equates to fireworks with that man."

"Eita still got hurt," you couldn’t help but say, becoming fiercely protective. While you never hated his fiancée, you didn’t particularly have a forgiving character, not when the most important person in your life was the receiving end of anything negative. Despite yourself, you would always, always come to his defense.

"He wants you, Y/N. His betrothal being called off isn't hurting him half as much as you distancing yourself from him is. Like I said, things are just the way they are."

"Me, giving in to my baser instincts and sleeping with him when he was supposedly vulnerable is not just because things are the way they are, as you’ve put it, Kiyoko."

"You've been absent from his life for three years, hiding away in Monte Carlo. And did your feelings change?"

"I wasn't hiding!"

"Sure, except that he appears in your life again, just two weeks in, and yet you are head-over-heels for him again no matter how many times you deny it." She rolled her eyes at you when you attempted to protest. "Eita needs you right now more than ever."

"That's just adding fuel to the fire." You meant the words to be dismissive, but Kiyoko wasn't having any of it.

The car had stopped, you noticed long after it has. Just then, she opened the door and stepped out, holding it open. She eyed you sternly, cocking her head and motioning for you to get out of the vehicle. Your face contorted into a frown and your heart started palpitating when you saw the very hotel Eita was referring to in his messages right in front of you

"Come now, Y/N. Think of it as the universe conspiring against you and your bullheadedness." She reached towards you and pulled you out, making you almost stumble on the pavement.

You were rather appalled that she called you bullheaded, but that was the least of your concerns. You shook your head, feeling your hands go clammy. "No."

She took you by the shoulders and shook you slightly. "You're here anyway. Just talk to him. Stop ruining yourselves and give yourself the liberty to have what you want for once."

There was no arguing your way out of it, and knowing Kiyoko, she would wait in the parking lot just to make sure you didn't bolt. Nodding in resignation, you straightened your clothes and stretched your hand out towards her. "My things, Secretary Shimizu." You addressed her in such a way to spite her, but she ended up flashing you a triumphant smile instead.

She handed you your purse, grinning. "Have fun, President YL/N."

You blew a raspberry. "Yeah. Who works for who?" Shaking your head, you entered the lobby, the sound of your heels changing as you stepped into the marble floor making your heart stop momentarily, but you had to conceal that by acknowledging the concierge who came to meet you.

"Miss YL/N," he greeted enthusiastically. "Have you come to see Mr. Semi?" His demeanor changed at the mention of Eita’s name, no doubt wondering why the hell the man, although known to be a regular patron, was staying for way too long at the hotel.

You nodded and he led you towards the private lift that led to the penthouse. It was always the same place that it was almost reserved for the two of you since you started that tradition of retreating to said room when you felt like getting away from everyone but didn't have the luxury of time to go elsewhere. In that suite, you have created a world of your own, the place holding precious memories and the walls silent listeners to your happiness and woes, silent witnesses to your complex bond with that ash-blonde male you’ve known almost all your life.

The moment you disembarked from the elevator, you were tempted to go back but the doors slid close with the concierge waving happily at you. Taking a deep breath, you walked through the short hallway which led to the main entrance to the suite, your hands trembling as your palm made contact with the brass doorknob.

You haven't really seen Eita since you left him the morning following your little interlude, the sobering realization that you just crossed the line with your supposed best friend, who was, to your knowledge, engaged at that time, making you flee from the scene as quickly as you could. So many things told you that you shouldn’t have done it with him, that you should have exercised prudence, but all is said and done, and there was no way you could change anything – not what happened, not the whole predicament that followed and definitely not your feelings.

You didn't really know why he still wanted to see you when you left him in the cold and avoided him at all costs. He had been consistently messaging you with the same thing every single day since he returned to the country shortly after you did, meaning to see you, already standing at your doorstep but refusing to see him, not knowing what to say or do once you were faced with the reality of it all. It wasn't all too different at present, standing but a few paces away from him on the other side of the door.

Before your resolve could crumble further, you pushed the door open and walked into the drawing room which was empty. With every ounce of courage left in your body, you roamed around in that confident gait you would carry yourself in as if you were surveying your domain as opposed to dreading the prospect of seeing the man you knew you were hurting all along. When you didn’t find him, you set your things on the couch, deciding to search for him after, but when you turned around, he was standing under the arch, leaning lazily against the side of the wall, cradling a glass half-filled with brandy, you surmised.

You took in his appearance, tracing every detail with your eyes and etching it in your brain. His hair was damp, his silvery locks falling over his intense eyes, sharp as they were cold, regarding you with caution while his sensuous mouth was fixed in that perpetual smirk. His black oxford shirt was not buttoned, hanging on his broad shoulders and revealing the expanse of the creamy alabaster skin of his chest and chiseled abdomen, while his dark jeans hung precariously low on his hips. He was a god, another being altogether, and yet he was also the boy you grew up with, the person you called your best friend and the man you fell in love with.

You regarded the glass in his hand, following it as he raised it to his lips which was curled contumeliously, taking a swig and then swallowing. The way his Adam's apple bobbed as he did so made your throat go dry. It had taken herculean effort to stop yourself from being attracted to him in the most sinful of ways, but it all crumbled once he gave you a taste of him, and having done so, you didn't know how you were able to go for a whole month without seeing him.

"It's the middle of the day," you commented casually, loosening the silk cravat that came with your suit, followed by the lace gloves which you've placed on the armrest of the settee. "Should you be drinking?"

At that, Eita threw his head back, chuckling. The sound came out with a bitter edge to it. "You leave me wordlessly after we fucked, you don't see me for a month even if I begged, and when you do, you comment on my drinking habits. Classic Y/N." He took another large gulp of the amber liquid as if to spite you.

You froze at his outward hostility. He has never treated you in such a way even at his worst moments. Your heart sank. It was your fault why he was acting that way but you weren't about to give him the upper hand entirely.

"Hmm. You insisted upon seeing me for this? Are you going to behave like a child and sulk or are we going to talk like proper adults?" you sniped.

He laughed darkly after finishing his drink, dropping the glass on the carpeted floor with a thud. He stalked towards you with a predatory hint to his movements while you stood your ground, eyes unrelenting on him despite being cornered. He was gorgeous as he was intimidating and you didn’t know which one to consider as he came closer.

"I wasn't the one who did not have the spine and maturity to stay and confront her feelings, Y/N. You ran away just like that. And you say I am sulking? I am way past sulking! I am broken, Y/N, and you did this to me."

"What was I to think?" he droned on, raising his voice. "You just left treating me as if I was one of those people you had a one-time thing with. But I am not like them, Y/N. What do you take me for?"

"What did you expect me to do?" you asked referring to the situation of his engagement which cancelation he has not told you about.

He closed the distance between the two of you in one long stride, towering over you as his eyes flashed in anger. "That you would set me apart for someone more important than anybody else you've had dalliance with! That you would consider how I would feel if you did that because I am your best friend and as such, maybe I was different." His voice cracked as tears filled his sable eyes. "That maybe you feel the same way as I do for the longest time."

As if on cue, your eyes felt hot as well and you could feel tears stinging your eyes but you blinked them back furiously. "You are different, Eita. I love you and you know that. You are my favorite person in the world, but just the same, let me return the question to you: what was I to think?"

"About what? Haven't I made myself clear that night? I wanted you and I have been in love with you for the longest time that it hurt when you expressed your gladness when I was engaged to Yamaka Mika!"

"That's exactly my problem! All this time I was thinking that I was the one who caused your engagement to be broken. I lost sleep over the idea that I ruined something good for you only to find out that it was long done just today. I stepped back because I wanted you to fix things with her, give it a chance to be fixed but you didn't tell me anything! You tell me I am your best friend but my secretary knew about the reason before I did. What the fuck was that about?"

"You would have known if you stayed long enough! I was meaning to tell you, but you always had that Ushijima Wakatoshi dangling about you beforehand, touching you freely as if… as if you belonged to him. I couldn't have that, Y/N, and when you came to me that night, I couldn't help myself anymore. I had to have you."

Taken aback at his observations about the other man where you were involved, you scowled at him. "He was not!"

“What is he to you?”

You made a face, offended that he would even ask. “A friend?”

“He likes you, doesn’t he?”

Your brows scrunched up. “Wakatoshi is the least of your worries, Eita.” You shrugged, suddenly feeling tired. “You…”

“What?”

“I’m sorry about Mika.”

Without a warning, Eita grabbed you, hooking his arm around your waist so you were flush against him, while with his free hand, he cupped the back of your head and secured you as he dipped his mouth onto yours with urgency and dominance that sent liquid fire coursing through your veins and making your ears ring as blood rushed up to your head at his touch. Once again, you found yourself melting into his touch as your lips melded, your breaths becoming one and his heat engulfing you.

Your hands found purchase on his chest, fisting his shirt. Opening up to him, you allowed his tongue to mingle with yours, his jaw flexing hard as he explored your wet cavern. Where his hands were warm against you, his tongue was hot, the remnants of alcohol mingling with mint making you dizzy with want.

"You've ruined me, Y/N," he whispered against your lips. "You have robbed me of sanity. You're the only woman I want. I don't care if Mika cheated on me, and maybe I should be sorry for saying this, but I am not. I only want to be with you. You can call me crazy, but that's just how I feel." He buried his face on the junction of your neck and shoulder, holding you tighter. "I love you so much. I can't live without you."

Eita was baring his soul to you, had done it that night and yet you didn't know what to do even if it was obvious what it was you should be doing. He had come clean, but what about you? The conviction in which he declared his adoration for you made it all the scarier for you to say anything in response, afraid you will disappoint him. You were never good with words and you were even worse at expressing your feelings.

"I wanted to die when you refused to see me…"

You wrapped your arms around him, soothing his back. It broke your heart to hear him saying such things. Eita had protected you for a long expanse of time, spanning from when you were children up until the time you left. It didn’t sit well with you that he felt that much pain and because of you at that. "I am so sorry. I didn't know."

He pulled away meeting your gaze, his deep dark eyes devouring your very being. "Say you feel the same." His hand tightened on your shoulder. "I need to hear it."

"I love you, too. I have for a long time," you said slowly, wringing your fingers. "When you got engaged, I thought I could just forget about how I feel…"

"Is that why you chose to work in Monaco?" He picked at a stray strand of hair on your neck.

You nodded in earnest. "But when you showed up six months later, I knew it did nothing to change anything, even when you seemed so happy with her, so I decided to stay there for as long as I did."

He hung his head low. "Why didn't you tell me? Up until my parents arranged the engagement, I was waiting for you to say something."

"And ruin our friendship if you didn't feel the same?"

"I thought I was being obvious since middle school and you were only blowing me off." Finally, he smiled, enhancing his already devastatingly handsome features, slender fingers tracing your lower lip, your jawline, down to the columns of your throat, making your breath hitch. His mere proximity made you reel out of rationality, but his touches, they always ignited something inside you. When he reached your collarbone, his eyes took a darker quality as he eyed you with hunger.

Eita trapped you against the backrest of the settee, hands settling on either side of your hips. “You haven’t the vaguest hint how happy I was when you kissed me back…how you’ve made me the luckiest man alive when you allowed me to stake my claim on you.” His finger ventured lower while he invaded your space. “How you’ve made me feel so alive and glad that I am.” He brushed his lips on your forehead, your temple, your jawline, his nose grazing onto the crook of your neck, punctuating it with butterfly kisses which made your toes curl in anticipation. “I’ve waited so long for you.”

Your heart swelled with so much happiness at his words. Although your mind was clouded with desire for the very man in front of you, you couldn’t help but smile in genuine joy and adoration for him sans the lust. You’ve felt the same, truth be told. Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, this time, claiming his lips with yours with resolute passion, knowing that he was yours for the taking. He returned it with as much fervor if not more as his arms wrapped around you, ensnaring you in a possessive embrace.

His tongue delved into your mouth, sliding deliciously against yours, swirling as you felt like the room was spinning rapidly with the way he was making you feel like you were about to catch fire. Your hand pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders, sliding down to his taut chest while he momentarily let go of you to remove the offending garment without cutting the kiss. The moment his hands found your waist again, he molded your body against his, his stiff arousal pressing against your stomach as he pushed a thigh between your legs.

You were so preoccupied by the magic that he seemed to be conjuring with just his lips that you did not notice when his hands left your waist, drawing in a deep, shocked breath when you heard the sound of your silk blouse being torn apart, the pearls that served as its buttons scattering about on the carpeted floor. You pulled back slightly, your clothed breasts now exposed to him, making him lick his lips despite his confusion as to why you stopped kissing him.

“That’s a Diane Von Furstenberg blouse, Eita!” you chastised, evading him when he tried to kiss you again.

He growled, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you bridal style towards the bedroom, the ensuing smirked he sported making you weak all over. “I don’t care who designed it, Y/N. I want all of them off you.” He placed you on top of the bed, and without wasting another second, he hovered over you, resting his knees between your legs, nudging the apex of your thighs as he leaned down and asserted ownership of your lips again, hands skimming over your sides until he reached your breast, kneading. His sensuous mouth moved lower to your neck to your chest, removing your lace bra and tossing it somewhere behind him, his mouth immediately latching onto your hardened nipple while he toyed with the other one with his fingers.

Carding your fingers into his unruly yet silky hair, you pulled him even closer to you. He continued to shower attention to your breasts even as he unbuttoned and unzipped your slacks, pulling away as he pushed the garment down your legs, gently removing your white Louboutin pumps, grinning slyly at you as he carefully set them down the floor when you flashed him a warning look. Eita then planted his lips against your ankle, moving up your legs, the length of which he kissed, shifting to the other when he reached your thighs, his hand hooking underneath your knees to pull you closer towards him. He tore your lace panty off you harshly.

“Ei –” Your intended scolding was cut short by a sharp moan when he licked up your folds and inserted a digit into you, causing you to arch your back, your fingers tangling with the sheets.

“You were saying?” he asked with a chuckle before licking your nether lips again, your hips bucking upwards when he started sucking your sensitive nub while his fingers thrust inside you, their length reaching your sweet spot repeatedly until all you could think of was him pleasuring you, his ministrations making you see stars.

“Oh god…Eita…” you let out breathily, legs curling over his shoulders to draw him closer to you. “Right there.”

He hummed in response and curled his fingers inside you when he felt your walls clench around them. His tongue and lips lapped and sucked with more vigor and intensity, making you shudder as you reached your high, your juices dripping out into his tongue. He emerged from between your legs, lips glistening with your essence which he licked off with his tongue, eventually placing his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“You taste so good,” he said, bending down so he could kiss you again. He then started undoing the button of his jeans, shedding them and setting his cock free, hard and ready. Like the first time you had sex with him, it felt surreal when he finally slid into you, your moans mingling with one another when he reached deep inside of you.

He started to thrust, slowly then setting up a rhythm which had you writhing and panting. “Faster!” you cried out, “Ah…Oh Eita…Don’t stop.” Delicious keens and whines spilled out of your mouth, driving him to move faster to grant you your high which came with intensity that made you forget about everything else except for Eita who was stirring you alive and making you feel like you’re falling while seeing fireworks behind your eyelids.

With every time, he pushed deeper, broken syllables of your name came out in moans and grunts from him, his rhythm stuttering with every time you clenched around his pulsating manhood, pushing in and out.

“I’m yours, Y/N. Only yours,” he rasped before he laid claim over your lips again, and just with those words, you felt yourself reaching your climax again, making you cry out his name as your back momentarily lifted from the mattress. His thrusts started to become more frantic, making you a panting mess as he chased his high which came with one powerful push before you felt his warm seed filling you up, sending shivers down your spine as he spasmed on top of you. Finally, he collapsed on you, face buried in your hair, stilling his breath.

You, too, came down from your high, running your fingers on the hair at the base of his head as you stared up at the ceiling while he remained inside you. You were considering things now that everything seemed to have worked out for the best for the two of you. Gone was the dilemma of his engagement and how you feel for one another was clear.

“What now?” you asked him, causing him to rise slightly from you, resting his elbow on the mattress on either of your sides.

Eita grinned at you, brushing your hair away from your face before swooping down and planting kisses all over your face. Once again, he took possession of your lips, kissing you languidly as he rolled you both over so that you were on top of him.

“I guess we’re dating now,” he said, looking dazed when you pulled back. You immensely enjoyed that look on his face, happy that you affected him in such a way. “But do we really have to go through the whole dating thing? We’ve known each other for as long as we have and went through every single thing dating couples usually go through…”

Your brows furrowed and your heart started to race at the prospect of what he was saying. “What do you mean?”

Eita wrapped an arm around you, adjusting your position on him. “What do you say we skip it?”

“Skip dating?”

“Yeah.”

“And do what?”

He sat up, taking you with him, hand reaching towards the drawer of the nightstand where he took a black, velvet box before turning his eyes on you, intense and overflowing with earnestness and tenderness…and love. “People usually do this on one knee, but I guess it’s called for.” He glanced down at where you were still joined together and chuckled but he turned serious just as quickly.

Eita opened the box, showing you his mother’s ring, and heirloom passed down through generations in their family. You’ve seen it before adorning his mother’s hand and now he was presenting it to you in a not-so-grand but, just the same, meaningful gesture.

“Oh my god,” you gasped.

“I think it’s long overdue, but would you make me the happiest man alive by doing me the exceptional honor of being my wife?” He took the ring from its case, picking your hand up. “Marry me, Y/N.”

Tearing up, you threw your arms around him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. “I will.”

He pulled back, meeting your eyes with his which were shining as he smiled happily. “You will?” he said between laughter, chest reverberating against yours.

“I will. I’ll marry you, Eita.” You kissed him this time, smiling when you felt him go stiff inside you again. He slid the ring into your finger and you looked on in appreciation of the glistening diamond.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

And with that out of the way, he laid you back on the bed, souls and hearts entwined, both of you finally home in each other’s arms.

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first dance

ft.: timeskip semi x reader

word count: ~ 1k words

a/n: one of my entries for @cup-of-fluff's a time to shine collab! my lovely fellow luna, thank you for allowing me to join <3

Wedding planning is not for the faint of heart.

Seemingly simple decisions are, in actuality, not that simple. Like choosing flowers. Because yes, flowers are pretty, but what combination of flowers are the most aesthetically pleasing and do they match the theme of your wedding? Also, developing a seating chart for the reception? Very headache inducing. I mean, do you put your fiancé’s high school volleyball teammates at the same table because they all know each other? Or is that a recipe for chaos?

At the very least, you had anticipated choosing a song for your first dance to be fun, but nope. This too, unfortunately, turned out to be a challenging decision.

During the early stages of wedding planning, you and Semi would excitedly pull up different songs on your phone and play them for each other. Then, when you began earnestly contemplating what song you would dance to, it suddenly felt like there was a mountain of choices to sift through. And whenever you two settled on one, after a few days, another song seemed like a better choice.

You didn’t think you were being unreasonable or over-dramatic about taking this decision so seriously because the song had to perfectly symbolize and encapsulate your relationship.

So, this is why you and Semi are currently spending your Saturday night sprawled across the cramped couch of your shared apartment, huddled together under warm quilted blankets. You are both absolutely determined that, by the end of the night, you’ll have definitively settled on a song.

But so far, you haven’t had any luck. You’ve been suggesting and playing songs that have ranged from slow ballads to lively melodies, yet nothing has clicked.

“Ughhh, this doesn’t feel right either!” you exclaim, a hint of irritation laced in your tone, as you press pause on one of your favorite covers of “Can’t Help Falling in Love”. As a sigh escapes from your lips, you drop your phone onto your lap and plop the side of your head onto Semi’s shoulder.

“Hey, we’ll find a song. Don’t get discouraged,” Semi assures, briefly casting you a sidelong glance with his brilliant brown eyes, before returning his attention to scrolling through his own playlists. You nudge your forehead against his shoulder and are immediately comforted by the familiar, soft fabric of his black hoodie and by the calming warmth radiating from his body.

“I’m trying not to get discouraged, it’s just that I expected this decision to be less difficult and I really want everything at our wedding to be perfect.”

Semi wordlessly throws a heavy arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him. You gaze up at your fiancé and see his eyebrows knitted together pensively, as if he’s in deep concentration. You’re about to ask what’s occupying his thoughts when he hesitantly reveals, “I think I might know a song that could work for our first dance, but you’ve definitely never heard it before.”

“Really? What’s it called?”

“Hold on, I’ll play it for you right now,” Semi responds as he angles his body away from you, so there’s no way you can peek at his phone. This gesture puzzles you, but you have no time to ponder over the civil servant’s actions as the sound of acoustic guitar strings being strung begin emitting from his phone.

Semi is right: you haven’t heard this song before. However, there’s something about the melody that instantly grabs your attention and captures your heart as you silently listen. The song contains neither lyrics nor any other instruments aside from the aforementioned guitar. The simplicity of it does not take away from the song’s beauty, though. The guitar alone conveys an array of emotions. The beat is upbeat enough, but there’s also a dash of tenderness and sentimentality.

Once the song is over, you remain quiet for a couple of seconds and, during this brief interlude, Semi studies you anxiously.

Eventually, you meet Semi’s eyes and the corners of your lips quirk upwards as you say, “I love it. I think it would be perfect for our first dance.”

“You do?” your fiancé asks, his anxious expression morphing into one of unbridled glee.

“I do!” you affirm, as you vigorously nod your head. “Now you really have to tell me what the name of the song is!”

“Well, uhh…i-it actually doesn’t have a name,” Semi stutters as he nervously scratches the back of his head. “I wrote.”

“Seriously?! When?! How come you’ve never played it for me before?!” you cry out, nearly jumping off the sofa.

You didn't mean to bombard the former setter with several questions, but he normally played you every song that he and his band wrote, even the ones that never saw the light of day. Plus, Semi was one to tell you anything and everything. So, you can easily claim that your surprise at this moment is completely justified.

“It’s kind of embarrassing,” he starts, his face flushing as he averts his eyes to the coffee table in front of you. “I actually wrote it after our first date. That night, after I dropped you off at home, I went back to my apartment and I couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t get you out of my head. The way you made me feel…it wasn’t unlike anything I’d felt before. So, I stayed up until 3 am, strumming some chords on my guitar and ended up creating this song. I then recorded it and forgot about it until now.”

You cannot help, but openly gape at Semi as he speaks because, firstly, you cannot believe that he composed an entire song after your first date, and he then forgot about it. And secondly, your typically stoic fiancé looks very flustered and bashful, and you find it utterly endearing.

You throw your arms around Semi’s neck and bury your face into the crook of his neck, which initially catches him off guard, but he quickly wraps his strong arms firmly around your waist.

“I love you, Semi Eita.”

“I love you too,” Semi whispers into your hair. “And seriously, if you change your mind about having this song for our first dance, it’s fine. No hard feelings.”

“I don’t think I’ll be changing my mind on this. Aside from agreeing to marry you, I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

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