favorite volleyball cat

Are you kitten me?

               ❛ no, i’m tail-ing you the truth. ❜

Are you fur real?

               ❛ are you litter-ally asking me that? ❜                

Come out of the clawset, Kenma~

               ❛ are you implying something? ❜               

You're absolutely purrfect~

            ❛ …and you’re pawsitively awesome. ❜         

           ❛ i... got nervous. ❜             that, and they're not quite sure why             they kissed shōyō in the first place––             just an urge, but that doesn't mean             they wouldn't do it again. in fact, they             think they might want to––and it's no             secret that kenma thrives off of affection             and warmth from their friends.          

                           ”So um…                                 Why did you runaway?” 

     Hinata was so nervous      he still did not know why      the ran. He was just so      confused right now. 

                          Shit was he a bad kisser?                           Hinata had not even gotten                           to kiss them back. 

                                     GUWAH!

heyhey hey?? /smooches

i've been neglecting this blog

     ❛ nope. it's one of the world's sixteen                    w o n d e r s. ❜     

                 ”Does anyone know?”

    ❛ i don't know––i was hoping you did. ❜

 “I don’t know Kenma, how much?”

     ❛ call me captain. ❜                                semi-selective  &  independent futakuchi kenji.                                crossover/oc friendly, multiship, and almost sfw.                                 

i feel the ships starting to sail

         a lone teardrop drips down my cheek        as i watch the ships sail off into the sunset.

ships every single second year with each other tbh

     the exhales feel moist against kenma's       lips. warm and wet and comforting, if       just a little bit gross. like the same sense      of ease they had been granted from the      other's sweaty palms.       icky, but kenma isn't about to pull away;      instead, grasping on tighter, sharp pupils      covered by fluttering lids. their blood pulses,      heart pounding in their chest almost pain-      fully. the hand against the small of their back      is firm, guiding, and it makes kenma let out      a joyful little hum––certainly a contented cat.       and kenma thinks hideki is perfect for kissing––      just a hair's width taller than kenma themselves,      and their neck isn't craned, their tip-toes sore.       they hold on tighter, drinking in more of hideki's       air, tasting him on their tongue. it's almost       surreal.       ––-the skin of the other's hand is coarse against      their jaw, their cheek, but kenma's nuzzling into      the palm regardless.       the apples of those cheeks heat up even more,      hideki's voice nestling into their ears, curling up      inside their skull. kenma's sure their face is       furiously red by now––because this is just so       embarrassing.                                ❛ j-just... stop talking. ❜      because they just can't take it and they think      that their face, their ears, are going to fall off.       they're going to melt and they can already feel      their internal organs boiling.       so, to shut hideki up for now, they kiss him again.                                   

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Send a ♡ and I’ll generate numbers to see how my character kisses yours AND how many times. 5 ;; fervorous and aggressive - 1 ;; one time

————————-◤ ( fingers pulling the others hair back ) 

                tugging and gripping, lips moving within                 the same pattern. Hot and rough, pressing                 in closer…                                  rougher…                                                    deeper…                teeth clashing but uncaring of the sharp pain. 

                        ( wanting more ) 

                Hands finding themselves on Kenmas waist,                 fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.                 Pressing into the other more and more, one                 of his hands placing itself beside Kenmas                 head against the new found wall. 

                        ( allowing himself to press into a little…                                                                                          …more without falling back ) 

                fingers gripping more into the smaller males                 shirt. Teeth finding its way against the setters                 lips, tugging at the softness…                                                                  ….bruising. 

                Hot breathes tugging against each other, filling                the air with heat quickly. Fingers moving into                 his hair, tugging the others head back gently to                 gain a better access. 

                Teeth…                                           tongue…                                                                      …bruising lips. 

                        ( so good, so hot ) 

                 Pulling back, a strand of saliva keeping them                  connected. Panting, taking in the sweet taste                  of oxygen. 

                         ( remembering the sweet kiss ) 

                 A small grin finding itself onto the wing spikers                  worn out lips.

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                        [ text ] oh hey kenma