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#hinata x male reader
lumiinix · 1 year
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After you two got married, he developed this habit where he will zone out and will call your name with his last name in a lovesick manner. And it will happen randomly too, like he could be out with his friends and then he will suddenly zoned out, completely ignoring anything his friends just said your name with his last name like a lovesick man. His friends are honestly tired of him acting like this like bro, we’re still single here???
“Omg Y/N he’s doing this shit again. Please for the love of god tell him to stop.” One of his friend called you, about to lose his god damn mind when he saw your husband doing it again in the middle of a fucking bar.
-ATSUMU, HINATA, Bokuto, Oikawa, Kuroo, Romero.
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tragicallyshit · 6 months
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Day 1 of Kinktober: Mutual Masturbation
Hinata Shoyo x male reader
Word count: 650+
FEM-ORIENTED, MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI, I WILL BLOCK YOU
CW: masturbation obvs, phone sex, dom/sub relationship, small sir kink, degradation, anal fingering
Shoyo has been tossing and turning in bed for what feels like all night to no avail. He needs to FaceTime Y/n, now. He picks up his phone off of the nightstand and temporarily turns on a light so FaceID would work. Pretty much milliseconds after he presses the camera button, Y/n picks up.
“What’s wrong babe?” Y/n asks with concern in his voice, “You don’t usually call at this time of night.”
Shoyo’s face flushes a little. “I couldn’t fall asleep Y/n. Because of you, I need you. Bad,” He admits as his blush grows brighter, “Could you please talk to me while I jack off? I just know that I’d be off my game tomorrow if you don’t.”
“I can definitely do that for you Shoyo,” he says in a low tone, “I have been missing you too, so I might join you in jacking off.”
Shoyo’s face turns into a small grin. “Thank you, babe. Shall I get us started?” He flips the camera around to show Y/n his hardening bulge before pulling off his boxers agonizingly slowly. “Show me what you’re wearing babe, that’ll definitely help things get raring to go.” Y/n sets his phone down real quick to turn on a couple of lights so Shoyo can see everything better. He then yanks off his underwear, lays back down and holds his phone up to show himself off to his boyfriend.
“Like what you see?” Y/n asks teasingly, “I want to see you start to stroke yourself, slowly, like I’m there teasing you to rile you up.” He then also flips his camera around to show Shoyo that he’s enjoying the show already. Stroking his dick at a leisurely pace, slipping his thumb up to his slit to collect precum to use as lube. Letting out small moans and groans of pleasure that he knows will turn Shoyo on even more.
“I have been stroking myself just as you told me, sir. But please sir, please I need more! I can’t cum like this!” Shoyo begs, letting out whines just so he might get his way.
“That’s the point, slut. You aren’t supposed to cum yet. I will only let you cum if you will be a good boy and follow my explicit instructions. Turn up the audio on your phone so you can still hear me, set it down on the pillow next to your head, suck on your fingers for a minute and start fingering yourself. And don’t muffle your moans. You’ll be in a world of punishment when you get home if you do.” Shoyo follows those instructions exactly as Y/n is saying them, now thrusting into himself, desperately trying to reach his prostate. He whines as he slightly brushes against it, struggling to hit it again and again like Y/n can. “Oh yeah, and no touching your dick from this point on. I want to cum from just to sound of my voice and you fingering yourself,” Y/n commands as he strokes his dick, enjoying Shoyo’s desperate whines and moans, “I can tell that you just can’t quite reach the spots that I can in you. But that’s too bad. You just have to keep trying, my little slut.”
Shoyo’s fingertips just barely brush against his prostate yet again which causes him to let out a high-pitched moan. “You’re getting pretty close, aren’t you? But that’s not enough, is it my desperate slut?” Y/n degrades, letting out some more groans as he nears his orgasm. His degradation is what helps Shoyo tip over the edge cumming all over his toned abs, pecs, bedsheets and even on his face a little. His moan is what gets Y/n to finally cum too.
After a few minutes of just their breathing slowing down, Y/n ends the FaceTime. A second later he gets sent a picture from Shoyo showing how messy and fucked out Y/n made him. He texts back milliseconds later, ‘You know that this’ll be my lockscreen for a while, right?’
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pfpanimes · 9 months
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⌕ HAPPY B-DAY HINATA.
like or reblog if you save/use.
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dvlboy · 2 years
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stuck in the washing machine
hinata your stepbro gets stuck in the washing machine and needs your help!
i finally finished lol
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TW: pseudo-1ncest, top male reader, hinata baits reader, creampie, baically the nasties
minors fem alligned DNI
you two had fooled around before, maybe a blowy here and there, but when you hear struggling in the laundry room and hinata is there, trying to get out, you could only chuckle.
you heard him pause, before he sagged, his muscular thighs relaxing in his shorts as he asked you to help, saying that he was stuck there for about 20 minutes, a whine at the end of his voice as he tried to get out.
your hands went behind him, telling him that you were going to get him out after you had your fun, listening to an echo’d consent, before you pulled down his shorts, admiring how smooth and developed his muscles were. you couldn’t help but let your hands roam the sides of his body, your nails lightly scraping against his skin as you felt him shiver, lightly blowing on his back.
your body pressed against his as you pulled down your pants and underwear, stroking yourself to hardness before you laid your cock against hinatas  backside, rolling your hips until precum dripped from your cock onto his ass. hinata let out a muffled moan, whining to you to hurry up and just stick it in so that you could help him out.
your laugh filled the room as you spat on your hand, lubing your cock up before grabbing his muscular ass, pushing the cheeks apart before rubbing your cockhead against his rim, putting more and more pressure until you were slowly pushing into his walls, your hand on his back as a leverage as you stretched him out.
but you then realized something.
“hinata, did you stretch yourself out before this? i see no clothes around you, and your ass is really lubed up.” just for emphasis your thumb sank into his hole, feeling the excessive lube on your fingers as you grabbed his hips again, pushing up and out until you got to a comfortable pace, giving him no room to explain yourself
“did you bait your step-brother into your little fantasies? like a little whore? you wouldn’t need to do that anyways hinata, we fool around anyways!” your hands gripped his ass harder as you played with the round globes of flesh.
you could feel his body tense as he shivered, before a sudden release of tension followed. you felt him tighten around you as his legs quivered, before you saw ropes of white squirt down the metal of the washing machine.
“what a little slut, getting off to being used by your step-brother inside of a washing machine. have you been jerking off to the thought of this day?” your hands grabbed his cock and you pumped it as you forced yourself in deeper, harder and rougher, spurred on by the moans and words that were fucked out of him.
your nails scratched red onto his skin as you felt yourself get closer, the thrusts getting more erratic and rougher as the washing machine banged with every hard thrust, before you grunted deeply as you dug yourself into the core of hinata the best you could, feeling yourself pulse as you shot ropes into him, watching as the excess dripped out of his ass.
you pulled out, wiping your cum stained cock on his ass before you took a look at your work, a limp, cum stained ass of your adopted brother that was absolutely ruined.
hinata would definitely plan something like this again.
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whatisreggieshortfor · 8 months
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Be My Boyfriend Instead
Hinata x trans!m!reader
For my lovely friend @dami1314
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
The words haunted you for too long, the innocent question filled with affection that should’ve flooded you with warmth but left you feeling hollow.
Hinata Shoyo, the literal sunshine of your year at Karasuno. The most enthusiastic player and the hardest worker of the volleyball club. One of the reasons your school was no longer called the Parking Lot.
He had come up to you, at the end of your third year together, and asked you that question.
And you regretted letting him speak first.
Classmates fled the halls left and right as the last of the classes let out, finally releasing the new graduates into their world of adulthood. You had just finished cheering with Yachi when the heart of the club walked up to the two of you, asking if Yachi could give the two of you a moment.
You were glad, had been trying to find a moment alone to tell your dearest and closest friend your biggest news now that you were leaving high school behind.
But you had let him speak first. You could almost picture how that question would’ve sounded from a first year Hinata. Stuttering and no volume control, a full blush coating his face. Third year Hinata was a much different picture. Confident and strong with the slightest tint of red to the apples of his cheeks.
But you couldn’t say yes, no matter how much you had been wishing to make him your boyfriend for the three years you’d shared jokes and practices and class.
Because the news you were going to share with him that day, it was what you had spent the years since high school working toward.
The drugs, the surgeries, the therapies.
You couldn’t agree to be his girlfriend, because graduation finally gave you the freedom to ignore your parents' wishes and become the man you knew you were meant to be.
You cut contact that day. It hurt, more than anything. You were his biggest supporter and he was yours, but you always felt like it was easier to lose him when you had a say in the matter. Didn’t think you could handle losing him if he only knew how to see you as the girl he confessed to.
So what were you meant to do when you showed up to work, the same as you had every day since uni, to meet the new rookies- only to find the ghost of sunshine past standing in front of you?
There was no recognition in his face when he saw you, only a flicker of familiarity when Coach Foster said your name.
You didn’t expect it to be so crushing that he didn’t know who you were.
And as the days at practice turned to weeks, as Iwa’s broad training plan turned player specific, you knew you couldn’t take the heartache that would come from admitting who you used to be.
So it was easier not to.
It was easier to listen to Bokuto tell stories about high school Hinata like you hadn’t been there for every story he told.
It was easier to let Atsumu tell you about playing him at Nationals two years in a row like you hadn’t been sitting in the crowd.
But what wasn’t easy was the new best friend you’d made on the team seeing you through all of those tales, and realizing the truth.
“You’re the Y/N he knew in high school.” It was probably meant to sound like a question, as he sat tucked away in the corner of the facility laundry room as you washed the jerseys, but Sakusa was never one to speak in half measures. “He told me about… her.”
You wanted to laugh, feeling the way he hesitated and cringed at the word. Meian and the coach had been the only ones to know for sure. You’d disclosed to Coach Foster when you were interviewed for the position, and Meian had caught you by surprise in the locker room when you were changing. But Sakusa had made the deduction. He had seen the way your face flashed with nostalgia before you schooled your features into surprise. He had seen the way you would look away when Hinata talked about the best friend he missed, the way you pretended your eyes didn’t water when he called them the one that got away.
“Yeah.” You answered instead, “I was her.”
Sakusa nodded, and you could practically see his mouth pinched up in thought under his mask, “You aren’t planning on telling him.”
Again, it was probably supposed to sound like a question but didn’t.
And again, you answered anyway.
“No.” You shook your head, finally looking up at him from the machine, “I’m not. He wants the girl he knew back at Karasuno. He doesn’t want… me.”
Sakusa shrugged, glancing past you before he stood to walk away, “Think you should leave that up to him.”
You turned to follow him to the door, to argue, but every argument you had died on the tip of your tongue.
Because there he was again. Half of Karasuno’s Quick Attack.
The door shut quietly, Sakusa silently giving the two of you the space to figure out what the next move would be now that the truth was out there.
“I-“ The words were practically choked in your throat, but you didn’t need them.
“I knew it was you.” God, it was awful seeing such a sad smile on his usually happy face. “I mean, not right away. I really never believed you could get better looking but… well, damn, Y/N, it’s like you landed on a whole higher level.”
You were pretty sure the world was shifting under your feet. You couldn’t have looked more different than you had in high school. Thanks to the meds, you’d grown nearly a foot taller with neatly groomed facial hair and muscles that you never had back then. Your hair wasn’t long and flowing anymore, practically shaved down everywhere but the top, and tattoos decorating your biceps. “I- I look like a- a completely different person.”
“No, not a different person.” Suddenly, that sad smile turned soft, tinged with the same affection that had sent you running all those years ago, “You look like yourself. Your real self.” Hinata stepped toward you, stepping into your space but not crowding you like he wanted you to have the chance to run if you wanted to take it.
But you stepped toward him, too. “I was always afraid of how you’d react to it.”
He nodded, his brow pinching like there was a thought that needed all of his concentration, “Back when we left Karasuno, I asked you a question.” You felt your palms break out in a sweat, and he seemed to read the fear on your face as he smiled at you, “It was the wrong question. Y/N, will you be my boyfriend instead?”
A startled laugh sprang from your throat, tears of happiness pricking at your eyes, “How about we start with a first date?”
“That I can do.” He grinned, only giving you long enough to get the machines running before he was tugging you out the door, declaring dinner at Onigiri Miya to celebrate.
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lemon-muncher · 2 years
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i'm probs really late to this but u know the fic u did with dom reader and kageyama and u added hinata in the end do u mind doing a part two if its no trouble take ur time , if u cant its fine
thx for reading this request
OMG!!! It's no trouble at all. I'm actually on a road trip right now so it gives me something to do😅🤍
Again, I'm going to do my best to make this inclusive to all gender identities but this was written with the mindset of the reader being amab or gender neutral 👍
Oh! I did make the reader a year older than Kageyama and Hinata!
Now Enjoy🥰
Part 1
Kageyama x Reader x Hinata
Hinata was walking home from practice when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Sighing, he looked at his bright screen, finding a message from you.
From: Y/N-Senpai
Come over😊 My address is xxxxxxxxxx
He was confused at the sudden request. It was until he remembered what happened 10 minutes ago. You and Kageyama went to go study and you invited him over to join them. Smirking to himself, Hinata changed his direction to make his way towards your place. I mean, who wouldn't want to see their dumbass best friend try and study for once.
After about 15 minutes of walking, the orange haired male arrived infront of your house. With his usual smile on his face, he placed his small hands on the door knob, entering your home.
It was unusually quiet inside. He wondered around until he saw the stair case that led upstairs. As he made his way up, he heard his friends' voice. "Y/N...please" Hinata laughed assuming Kageyama gave up on studying, wanting to do anything else that didn't involve school work. With each step, the noises became more clear.
Once he was at the top of the stairs, he saw a small hallway. One of the doors was slighty open with the lights on. "Come on sweetheart. I know you can give me one more~" Sweetheart??? Hinata himself knew he wasn't all that smart but he knew that pet names were usually for couples. Confused, he quickly his way to the room. "Y/N-Senpai, it's m-"
After opening the the door all the way, Hinata walked into a sight he was never expecting to see. You on top of his best friend. Your cock buried deep inside of him. Kageyama laid underneath you with a death grip onto the sheets he laid on. His fucked out face was directly facing Hinata. Your smirk pulled Hinata from his frozen state.
"You know Shoyo, when I told Tobio that you were coming over he almost bust a nut right then and there. He's such a slut, don't you think?~" Kageyama groaned at the memory as you continued to fuck him into the bed. "What... What is this? You said you guys were studying!" The orange haired male squeaked out, his hand on the growing boner in his shorts. His eyes kept wondering from your face to Kageyama's tear filled one.
Hinata wasn't sure how he got into this position. His naked, trembling body hovering over your face as he faced Kageyama who was bouncing on your cock like his life depended on it. "Y/N-Senpai~ please don't tease me!" You couldn't help but smirk against the smaller males hole. You licked his hole causing him to jerk forward, his hands flying onto Kageyama's thighs. You skillfully went to start eating him out while simultaneously thrusting up into your boyfriend. "Y/N!!! Fuck! Harder!" The blue eyed male moaned loudly while slamming himself onto you.
Hinata tried to keep himself quiet compared to his friend. Tears started to flow from his eyes from the new sensation he was feeling. The unbelievable pleasure he shared with one of his closest friends and the person he looked up to was too much to comprehend. "Sh-shut up~" Kageyama muttered as he pulled Hinata into a messy kiss. It was heated, and possessive. Kageyama using the other male to keep himself quiet.
Hinata's couldn't help but have his eyes roll towards the back of his head. His hole tensing on your tongue as he cummed onto his and Kageyama's stomachs. He thought you would stop but you continued to work his hole with your tongue. He gasped into your boyfriend's mouth. Kageyama ended the kiss looking at his friends' desperate face. "We can't stop until Y/N's satisfied"
Hinata then knew...
It was going to be a long night.
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beautifulsenpai · 10 months
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𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 - 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘺𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢
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𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 - 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 - 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶!!
𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 - 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿
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𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴..
𝖧𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒/𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀
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kissagii · 2 years
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𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤
featuring: kageyama, hinata, tsukishima, yamaguchi
reader is gender neutral so anyone can enjoy <3
warnings: knives, food, fire (all them cooking things haha)
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he knows the absolute basics and that's it
like, the food will get made but it's not gonna be fancy or pretty
so when you offer to teach him a little he's kinda excited
mostly because he can spend time with you but also he needs help
i think he'd need the most help with knife skills
because anything he chops up ends up so uneven
he takes your advice so seriously it's hilarious
like, sir, this is an informal cooking lesson not a life or death situation so please stop acting like it is
he's so concentrated on doing things right you barely have any conversations that aren't about food
the good thing is he learns quickly so at least he'll get something out of it
if you know how to plate things nicely he'll be in awe forever
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keep him away from the stove. and also the knives, but mostly just the stove
literally he's such a hazard it's terrifying but also hilarious
he's overconfident in his skills what skills?
he's absolutely stealing little tastes all the time, says it's "quality control" and thinks it's the most important thing ever
you have to walk him through any and every task you have him do
and don't you dare let him do something unsupervised
he gets chatty and then stops paying attention and screws something up
the food is absolutely his second last priority so you've gotta carry
at least you have fun though
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if you ask him to get an ingredient for you he will get the wrong one
not even on accident, he knows what to grab, but instead he decides to get something else to bother you
he's hardly productive because he'd rather let the expert handle it
when you ask him to do something he'll be resistant
but secretly he really wants to help but is scared he'll make a total fool of himself
and to be honest he probably does
but it's cute so you're not mad
like, tsukki, i know you're trying but those slices are way too thick
when you finally get to eat the food he's so happy
because wow, look what you did! and he got to help!
but of course he doesn't let you know how happy he is because he can't let you know how smitten he is >:[
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he tries so hard <3 <3
but let's face it, he has not a single clue what he's doing
tell him what to do and he'll do it... not well by any means but he'll do it
honestly he'd prefer to watch the artist at work
but also... must. be. helpful.
at some point he spilled something or dropped something and started apologizing so profusely
it wasn't even something that mattered though? just clean it up and it's not a big deal?
but he's absolutely genius when it comes to plating
he will turn your simple (or not simple whatever you want) dish into a plate worthy of a five star restaurant
like.... it's so pretty you don't want to eat it
but of course you have to and it's delicious <3
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gayfanservice · 2 years
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Hinata Shōyō x Reader
I re-wrote this because I didn’t like how it first turned out PART 2
Blood/gore, child dies, ‘Corpses’ instead of zombies/walkers
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(Y/N) opened the door to collect the pizza, immediately getting a waft of decomposed skin before seeing the white eyes of a walking corpse. It reached for him before he slammed the door on it’s arm, stuck in the door, “Holy shit! Shōyō, get over here!” Shōyō immediately jumped over the couch, “What is that?!” He looked at the rotting arm, clawing at whatever it can, trying to get in. “There’s an axe in the kitchen! Get it!” (Y/N) was thrown forward before immediately slamming his body against the door again. The arm flung around close to his face before it lunged for him. (Y/N) closed his eyes, waiting for death. A sickening ‘CRACK’ was heard throughout the living room.
(Y/N) opened his eyes as Shōyō continued to bring the axe down on the arm, another ‘CRACK’ before the arm fell on the floor. (Y/N) closed the door and locked it, sliding down it, heart pounding in his chest as they both stared at the arm. The banging continued. “W-what the fuck.” He got up and ran to the window, opening the curtain to see the street riddled with the dead walking. “Holy shit, Shōyō…” (Y/N)’s breathing became shaky as Shōyō stumbled towards him. “Oh my god,” The two teenagers saw a little girl in the street, running in various directions trying to get away from the walking corpses. “Holy shit! We have to help her!”
(Y/N) grabbed the axe from Shōyō and bolted to the door, choking out a cough as Shōyō griped the back of his shirt, “Wait!” Shōyō pulled him back, watching as one of them caught her. Her clothes and skin were ripped off as it bit down on her neck, her screams becoming muffled as more came. They watched, horrified and unable to look away as bits of the child surrounded the Corpses. (Y/N) dropped the axe, a dull ‘thud’ coming from it as it barely missed his foot, “Holy shit.” Shōyō snapped out of his terrified daze, his voice trembling,“M-my family! I-I have to go back to my house!” Shōyō grabbed his back, “Are you crazy?! You can’t go out there! You’ll die!”
(Y/N) gripped his shoulder, “But my mom! My sister! I can’t leave them!” He shouted as (Y/N) looked towards the door. The banging stopped. He stared at it, his eyebrows forwarding as he pondered. stared at the door before looking back at him, “Shōyō,” His voice wavered, “You can’t go out there. You saw how they teared a little girl apart! If you go out there, you’ll die!” His voiced cracked, tears streaming down his face as Shōyō’s own tears joined, “(Y/N), please, I-I need to see them,” He hiccuped, gripping the front of (Y/N)’s shirt. They stared into each others eyes before (Y/N) pulled him closer, shoving Shōyō’s face into his shoulder. They moved to the couch, still holding each other ass they cried.
“Okay, let’s… let’s do this.” (Y/N) picked up his backpack, shoving water bottles and whatever food they could eat on the road. Shōyō did the same, emptying his bag and filling it with canned goods as (Y/N) gave him the biggest kitchen knife he had. (Y/N) picked up the axe, the smell of blood and rotting flesh making him gag. He took one last glance out of the living room window, watching as Corpses roamed the streets, his breath stuck in his throat as the remains of the little girl seemed to have joined them. His mouth felt hot as his saliva seemed to be produced faster, gripping the arm of the couch as the continents in his stomach fell to the floor. He chocked, his airways blocked from the irritation.
“(Y/N)?!” Shōyō ran to (Y/N)’s side, patting his back as he coughed, “I’m good, I’m good.” He strained out, staring at the mess his insides made on the carpet, “Let’s go, Shōyō.” Shōyō nodded and walked towards the back door. (Y/N) looked around his living room, picking up a framed picture of him and his family and shoving it in his bag. He walked up to Shōyō, closed the sliding door, and followed Shōyō over the fence.
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Was this better? Probably
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lumiinix · 1 year
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A/N: I love how I kept posting stuff in my most busiest time of the year.
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He’s the groom that people physically try to stop from rushing into your changing room just so he could see you in your wedding attire before the ceremony started. At this point, you don’t know whether to let him in or not when your best man/bridesmaid told you that his friends had to physical pin him down in front of your changing room. You can even hear his best man threaten to tie him up if he doesn’t behave. Cue pouting from your soon-to-be-husband.
The groom: Hinata, Bokuto, Oikawa, Atsumu, Kuroo, Lev, Tendou.
The best man : Kageyama, Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Osamu, Kenma, Yaku, Semi (I just can’t imagine Ushijima doing this sorry).
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REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!
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remuswriting · 4 months
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l1tw1ck · 6 months
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bottom!ftm!camboy!Hajime Hinata x top!male!teacher!reader
[Event Request] | AFAB Language Used
CW: Non-Con, Hypnotism, Recording, Teacher/Student, Daddy Kink, Nipple Play, Creampie
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Hajime suddenly stops in his tracks, successfully hypnotized by you. You've been watching his live streams for a while and you recently found out that he's your very own student. You decided to take advantage of that. “From now on, you’ll do whatever I say.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He says, almost robotically.
After getting Hajime to log into his account, you started up his stream. He's sitting on his desk and looking up at you and your phone camera with a dazed expression. He unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants when you ask him to. “Shit, you didn't wear any underwear?” You look at his pretty cunt in awe. He shakes his head. “Spread your legs and touch yourself.” You order. He does exactly that, sliding two of his fingers into his warm cunt. You watch him whilst using your free hand to jerk off. You look over to read the chat, most of the viewers are wondering who you are and why Hajime revealed his face. They also think he seems off. Hajime moans softly, getting close to an orgasm. “Faster.” You say. His moans increase as he speeds up his pace. Moments later, he's squirting. He doesn't stop fingering himself until you tell him to.
Hajime looks up at you, now lying down on the desk with his legs raised in the air. He’s completely unaware of the situation he's in. You slowly sink your cock into his wet pussy, taking in the wonderful feeling of being inside him. “God, you're tight, Hajime. I guess none of those dildos were big enough to prepare you for me, huh?” You look at his flushed face then down at his chest, his hard nipples poking through his shirt. “Unbutton your shirt.”
Hajime quickly opens up his shirt, his tie falling in between his chest. “Play with your tits.”
He holds his tits in his palms and uses his thumbs and index fingers to play with his nipples. You start slowly fucking him right after you bottom out inside him, too impatient to care about him. Hajime lets out the cutest moans, squeezing your cock like he doesn't want you to leave. You pick up the pace, roughly fucking him. He can't help but cry out in pleasure, coming for a second time. His enjoyment is clearly painted on his face but his eyes show that he's not all there.
Just as you come inside him, you say the command that snaps him out of his haze. Hajime quickly comes to and analyzes the situation before him. You look down at him with a smile. He feels himself getting aroused as he pieces everything together. His teacher, someone he finds very attractive, was fucking him. “..Can I have more?” He asks, wanting to go another round now that he's actually conscious.
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tragicallyshit · 5 months
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Haikyuu NNN Headcannons
MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI, I WILL BLOCK YOU
Characters: Miya Atsumu, Iwazumi Hajime, Tsukishima Kei, Miya Osamu, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya Yuu
Miya Atsumu: He agrees pretty easily thinking that he’ll redirect the energy he’d use masturbating and fucking you into training. But that fails pretty miserably thanks to your teasing around Day 20.
Iwazumi Hajime: Only agrees to it if you will participate too. As a distraction from the horny he gets you to join him in being extra healthy this month with lots of exercising and healthy eating such as no sweets, no junk food/processed food, and no foods with added sugar. The both of you are successful in NNN and him getting you to be a little more healthy has helped you to gain some healthy habits.
Tsukishima Kei: Gets you to do it by promising a theoretical reward. But he’s gonna be extremely cruel by doing everything possible to get you turned on and give in.
Miya Osamu: Agrees to it somewhat reluctantly. He spends more and more time at work so he’ll be less likely to get tempted. Once he succeeds, he’ll treat you to several rounds of the greatest sex you’ve ever had.
Hinata Shoyo: Agrees to it, but he fails pretty quick by Day 4 thanks to some horny thoughts that linger a little too long.
Nishinoya Yuu: Doesn’t participate because he knows he’ll fail on the first day. So he gets to enjoy giving and receiving as much head as he could possibly want.
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Get Your Mans
Your running your bar when a drunk girl won’t take no for an answer. Thankfully, a regular is willing to come to your rescue.
Hinata x trans!m!reader
“I need a boyfriend.”
In retrospect, there were better ways to start this conversation with people that were basically strangers. But as the drunken girl from the bar glared holes into the back of your head, you needed to get this handled as quickly as possible.
You never thought you’d end up in a position like this. Not even twenty minutes ago. But if someone had asked you fifteen minutes ago- you might have seen this coming.
You were working your regular shift, at the bar you’d opened with your sister. She was the bookkeeper and the face for business meetings and the like, while you were the bartender and the muscle in a way. The two of you were twins, only around twenty five, but you’d opened the place together as soon as your twenty first birthday rolled around. She was the only member of the family that you still talked to, the only one that supported your transition. “If mom and dad can’t see us as their daughter and their son, they we don’t need them.”
Yes, you were trans. But you still had rather androgynous features, so strangers would constantly confuse you for a girl.
Like the girl with her friends that was barely twenty two, according to her ID that you checked at least three times before serving her, who kept hitting on you no matter how many times you tried to make it clear you weren’t interested. Until you finally cracked as the buzz of the door alerted you to the group of regulars coming in.
“I told you, I can’t give you my number.” You sighed for the fiftieth time.
“Why not? C’mon we’d make such a cute couple!” She hazily followed your line of sight as you waved to greet the new customers, “Oh, or are just some asshole that flirts with everyone?”
Before you could think about it, you replied, “I didn’t flirt with you. That’s my boyfriend!” You immediately wished you could’ve taken it back. They were friendly with you, and you did have a crush, but they didn’t know you well enough for this.
She just scoffed, “I’ve heard of girls pretending to be gay to get out of dudes hitting on them, but I’ve never seen a girl pretend to be straight.”
You grit your teeth, grounding out the words, “I am a guy.” Before rounding the bar and meeting the boys where they lingered by the pool tables near the entrance. You gave the sunshiney trio a hug, the one with orange hair never let you out of it at first and then it became a habit. “I need a boyfriend.”
The four of them blinked at you as the words came out of your mouth, before the blonde one laughed loudly, “Doncha think you should ask ‘im onna date first?”
You suppressed a grimace. You started this, now you needed to finish it, “It’s a long story. Please. Can one of you-“
The tall one with grey hair shoved the orange haired one at you, the one with black hair just sighed. “Hinata! Get your mans!” Hinata just rubbed the back of his neck, and you leaned over and whispered what was happening into his ear. His face contorted into surprise as he listened, but he was happy to help. To him, this might be the only time he could be your boyfriend, even if it was fake.
As you pulled back, he let out a laugh like you’d been telling him a joke, slipping his arm around your shoulders, “Baby, you’re hilarious as always.” He let you lead them over to the bar, purposely taking a seat close to the drunken college girls, “Are you still up for coming to the game next weekend? You know I need my good luck charm!”
You gave him a smile, it wasn’t the first time one of them had asked you to come to a game, “Maybe. I gotta see if Kenji can handle the Saturday crowd on his own.”
“You’ll have plenty of time before the rush gets here! C’mon, babe, you promised!”
You had in fact, but you watched the way Hinata looked at the girls from the corner of his eye. Did he like girls who looked like that? Did he…like girls? You deflated a bit.
“This is seriously your boyfriend? You’re a pretty girl but he’s kinda outta your league.”
You watched the athletes freeze in their seats, even Sakusa who had been busy wiping down the counter in front of him, but you just ignored her, “I’ll try. But you know this place is more than my livelihood.”
“Yeah, yeah,” the blonde waved you off, following your subject diversion, “This place is your life, we know.”
“It is! You guys should know since-“
“Ohmygod!” You jolted at the shriek the girl let out, cutting you off, “You guys are- I’m meeting real celebrities at this dive bar? Unbelievable! You guys are-“
“I’m sorry.” Hinata gave her a smile, but his eyes weren’t happy like they always were, “Did you just cut off my boyfriend, and refer to his business as a dive?”
The girl blinked but, unlike her friends, didn’t seem to notice that he wasn’t happy with it, “Well, yeah? Have you looked around? I’ve been to fast food restaurants with more class. I’m surprised professionals of your caliber would come here.” You looked away as she ran her fingertips down his arm, but he jerked his arm away.
“You’re very rude, you know that?” The girl jerked like he’d hit her. “You harass my boyfriend, misgendered him, and insult not only him but his bar- and you think you can just compliment us and we’ll ignore it?”
The girl scoffed, snatching her bag up from where it hung on her chair, “Whatever. This isn’t worth it.”
As she stood to leave, you called out, “I still have you ID and your credit card. Don’t think just because your daddy’s spoiled princess you can leave without actually paying your tab.” One of the girls with her snorted as she scowled, closing out her tab and snatching her cards out of your hand, “Have a great night!” As expected, the girl didn’t tip, but the one that laughed at your comment lingered for a second.
“I’m sorry. She’s…well, I’d say she’s usually not like this but she is. If we weren’t cousins, I’d never go anywhere with her. Here’s the tip, because I know she never leaves one.”
Atsumu seemed to like this one, “Ya don’t gotta leave, ya know? If you wanted to stay, have a drink with us, we could get you an Uber home.”
You watched as she seemed to debate it, long enough for the first girl to stomp her feet at the door. But she smiled at Atsumu, “I’d like that.” You rolled your eyes with a smile, making him his usual drink and a second of what the girl had ordered before, sliding them across the bartop for him to pick up. You laughed to yourself as the two of them made their way to one of the two seater tables and the flirty girl stomped her way out the door with her other friends in tow. You slid Bokuto his beer, and Sakusa an opened drink, and the two of them immediately flitted away toward the pool table. Odd, but not uncommon. You slid the reserved sign you kept for Sakusa onto the counter he’d finished cleaning to his satisfaction. Before you turned back to an uncharacteristically silent Hinata.
He never really had an order, just asked you to make whatever your favorite drink was that week, so you decided to do that while you tried to come up with a way to thank him. “You know she’s wrong, right?”
His voice caught you off guard, and you almost spilled the drink you’d been making. Clearing your throat you looked back at him, “I know. This place isn’t some high end artisan bar, but it’s no dive.”
He chuckled, “That’s not exactly what I meant.” You waited, hoping he would enlighten you, and after he seemed to have his thoughts in order he continued, “When she said you were a pretty girl but I was outta your league.”
You shrugged, “She wasn’t wrong. I mean I’m not a girl but-“
“But you are pretty. And I’m nowhere near out of your league.” Hinata leaned into his elbows on the counter, “If anything it’s the other way around. You are way too good for me, it’s the only thing that kept me from asking you out the first time we walked in here.”
“You wanted to ask me out?” You were not a quiet person. It was one of the reasons you liked bartending, you never had to tone down your voice because drinkers were loud too. But right now your voice wouldn’t get any louder.
He nodded nonetheless. “I figured you’d hate it. I mean, now I have evidence that you get hit on at work, and I didn’t want to do that. It’s why the guys always invite you to games. Tsumu figured that if you showed up, you might be interested in me- or at least one of us.”
You could feel yourself burn before the admission even left your lips, “I have a Hinata jersey actually. I wear it when I work during your games, because I keep them on the tv during my shift.”
You watched his face crack into a smile, so wide his eyes were nearly shut, “So you’re my fan, huh?”
“Ugh, no, clearly I’m a Bokuto fan.” You snorted as he feigned offense. “I’ll come to your game this weekend. If I can get a ticket at least.”
He proudly dug into his jacket pocket, sliding a ticket across the counter. “Now you have no excuse. I want to see you cheering for me.”
“And when you guys win, I expect I’ll be serving your celebration drinks too.”
“Actually…” you watched as he seemed to draw in his confidence, “Maybe, whether we win or lose, you’d let me take you out after the game?”
“Well, you’d better win. I want to go out with you while you’re riding that high. If you lose…maybe a movie date at home would be better.” You shared a grin, not noticing the eavesdropper until you heard Atsumu shouting as he threw his hands up.
“HE FINALLY DID IT, BOYS!”
“HEY HEY HEY! HINATA GOT HIS MANS!”
The man in question flushed, but his smile didn’t fade.
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suw4 · 20 days
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Your Voice
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Hinata Shoyo from Haikyuu!!
an/tw: i feel like this isn't my best work but i hope you like it anywaysssssss
Masterlist | Haikyuu!! Masterlist
part1 | part2
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Shoyo came running up the stairs towards the rooftop. His boyfriend was waiting for him upstairs to eat lunch together. He was running late due to a mini receiving practice with Sugawara. Once he'd arrived, he saw the [h/c] head sitting quietly on the bench. Looking down to his unopened bento box. Shoyo smiled widely and ran up to him.
"[N/n]!!" he shouted even though the male couldn't hear him. Jumping onto the male and hugged him ever so excitedly. [Name] laughed at his highly energetic boyfriend and hugged him back. "Sorry, I'm late! Sugawara-senpai asked me to stay back for a while for practice," Shoyo signed as he spoke. "It's okay. Shall we eat?" [Name] signed back and the other nodded.
They both happily ate lunch together until Shoyo jolted up, remembering something. He looked at his lover with such determined eyes--mouth full of food. He laid the bento onto his lap and slid himself closer to the other. "I want to introduce you to my team! Is that okay?" he signed excitedly, a smile lingered on his face steadily. [Name] paused, the tip of his chopsticks in his mouth as he stared at Shoyo. He took a couple of minutes to think about it and eventually gave in to his request. He gave Shoyo a subtle nod, along with a small smile. "Why not?" he signed.
Adrenaline rushed through the shorter male's body. He hopped off the bench with his bento in his hands. "Really?! Then, I'll introduce you later during practice. Okay?!" he proposed. This time, he was jumping on the spot. [Name] chuckled, holding Shoyo's hand with his. "Calm down.." he spoke up, words slurring close together, but Shoyo was able to make it out. He retracted his hand and signed, "I can't read your lips if you speak too fast,"
"Oh, sorry!" the decoy quickly apologized by making a gesture of pinching the bridge of his nose, then opened his hand with fingers closed, and he lowered it with a slight bow. He grinned at his boyfriend before hugging the life out of him. He then continued to ramble on about what he had planned for the meet-up.
Soon enough, it was already practice time. Shoyo waited for [Name] outside his class. Bouncing on the spot as excitement filled him. Watching the taller male packing his bag with a huge smile. Once he was ready, he intertwined his hand with the other, dragging the poor boy out towards the volleyball gym.
"Sorry, I'm late!" Shoyo yelled as he slid the gym doors open. Capturing all the attention from everyone in the place. "Oh! Hinata! It's okay!" the silver head third year assured, walking towards the couple. "Who's this? Are you recruiting new members?"
"Oh, no! He can't play. This is my boyfriend, [L.Name] [Name]!" he proudly announced, squeezing the [h/c] head's hand.
The others began crowding around the couple and asking questions. Curious about their relationship and such. While they converse, Kageyama was fiercely observing the boy that Shoyo brought in. The stare was so intense that Tsukishima, who stood not far from him, thought he was planning murder. "Oi, are you going to stare at him until your eyes pop out? Or are you tragically in love with shrimp's partner?"
The setter snapped out of his gaze and glared at the other. "Shut up," he told him off, looking back at [Name]. "I was wondering why he looked familiar," he paused, recalling his memory. "Yukigaoka Junior High's number 7. A middle blocker. One of Hinata's teammates that I played against," he noted, placing his finger on his chin. Tsukishima hummed in response,not really caring much.
Suddenly, the blue haired setter felt chills down his back. He heard a snicker beside him. "Seems like he heard you over all that noise," the blonde gave him a snarky look. Kageyama looked up to see [Name] staring at him like a killer pin pointing his next target. It was a look that he was familiar with. [Name] was the same person who punched his face after the game ended with his team winning against his.
Kageyama grabbed onto the net as he leaned down to Shoyos's height. "What have you been doing for the last three years?" he taunted the shorter male. Unfortunately, [Name] had overheard him, and it prompted him to swing a hard punch towards the blue haired male's face. Yelling and screaming at him while his teammates had to hold him back.
"Who do you think you are to say that, dickhead? Damn asshole! Don't you dare question his abilities!" [Name] continued to scream while glaring at the setter who was holding his nose in great pain while getting off the floor with a couple of his teammates' help.
The middle blocker got kicked out from making such a commotion and inflicting violence on the opponent team. The competition had to be put on hold for a moment.
"Oh! [L.Name], I remember you! You were the middle blocker that played in the Junior High game last year, right?" Daichi asked him. [Name] glanced up and gave him a short nod. "That's right! You were that tall dude who was blocking Kageyama's team like a maniac!"
"Yeah!!! [N/n] was so cool!! I owe him a lot for most of the points we scored!" Shoyo began jogging on the spot, pumped up with energy. "Why isn't he playing volleyball then?" Kageyama's voice dominated over the others. Causing everyone to look at him. Dampening the lively mood that that the decoy created. [Name] nudged his boyfriend's arm, arching a brow. Wanting to know what's happening. "Kageyama wants to know why you aren't continuing playing volleyball," he signed, catching everyone off guard.
"He's deaf," Shoyo turned back to face them while signing it for his lover too. The [h/c] haired sighed softly and crossed him arms. Used to this situation. "Oh, I'm sorry, Hinata. We didn't know. No wonder you kept answering the questions," the captain apologized while bowing at them out of respect. The volleyball club followed along. [Name] read Daichi's lips and showed a smile. "It's okay," he muttered. Easing everyone's guilt. "Yep! [N/n] doesn't mind it! He's very cool!" he let out a light hearted laugh, clinging on to the said male's arm.
"Wahh.. You guys are adorable! [L.Name], why didn't you tell me you are with Hinata?!" Yachi joined in. Trying her best to communicate through whatever she had learnt so far for sign language. [Name]'s eyes widened a little. Touched that she was learning to sign. "Oh? Yachi, you know [N/n]?" Shoyo tilted his head. "Yachi is my classmate, Sho," [Name] replied for the blonde then smiled at her. He was about to sign back but he thought of how difficult it would be for her to understand. So he loosen his bag from his shoulder and took out a notebook and a pen. Writing down what he wanted to say.
"Shoyo is very passionate for volleyball so I let him practice as much as he can. I want to see him be the next Little Giant!" the female first year read out loud. Everyone else was moved by his words. Shoyo looked up at his boyfriend with trembling lips. Falling in love with him all over again. "[N/n]..." he whined.
The day continued on with practice. A singular chair was set for [Name] to sit on and watch. He was mesmerized. He didn't get to see Shoyo play for so long. There was a drastic change with his speed, his skills. Even his jump is higher. He felt chills run down his back. It was thrilling, amazing. So amazing that he was jealous. It wasn't Shoyo that he was jealous of, but his teammates. People around him. He watched the tangerine landed onto the wooden floor after making a good score with his spike. Bouncing around Kageyama. Obviously, he couldn't hear what he's rambling about but he knows that Shoyo was praising the heck out of that boy. He let out a quiet sigh and leaned back against the chair.
Practice has finally ended and [Name] told his partner that he'll wait for him outside. Once he was out, Kiyoko walked up to Shoyo and gave him a light tap. Causing him to stop untying the net. "Oh Shimizu-senpai? Is there something wrong?"
"Hinata, I've noticed that [L.Name] was a little sad when he was watching the match. Is he alright?" the third year question, concerned for the male. "[N/n]..? I'm... not sure. Uh- I'LL LEAVE EARLY TODAY!" he announced loudly, rushing out the gym and straight towards the club room to change. Packing his stuff up and made his way to his boyfriend by the gym doors.
The male stood in front of the other, huffing for air. "[N/n], is something wrong?!" he signed. [Name] was startled a little and tilted his head. "Nothing's wrong? Why the sudden question?"
"Shimizu-senpai was worried about you. She told me you were sad! Did something happened?"
"Nothing happened, really. Should we go home now?" [Name] showed him a reassuring smile. Shoyo frowned a little but hesitantly nodded. The taller male gently grabbed his hand and intertwined with it. Lifting it up to kiss the back of his hand. "Don't worry too much.." he uttered. The other looked down and replied with a simple "Okay," while [Name] guided them forward.
As they walked together, the [h/c] haired couldn't help but reminiscence the moment where Shoyo was ecstatic upon scoring that goal. He could imagine the cheers he shouted. But he could not hear it. Why can't he hear it? Why can't he fucking hear it? He was supposed to remember it!
As the boy was having a breakdown in his head, his steps slowed down. Dragging down the other male too. Shoyo turned around, shocked to see his boyfriend sobbing. Alerted, he moved closer and wiped away [Name]'s tears. "What's wrong, [N/n]. Why are you crying??" he asked whilst cupping the other's face. [Name] replied with slurs of shaky words.
"I-I can't remember y-your voice,"
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sunshowerwriting · 2 months
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they refuse to go to bed unless they hear from you and get a goodnight and an i love you. weather that be in person or over the phone or even through messages, they will not go to bed unless they hear from you. which has led to many situations where they will bother you and even wake you up because they need to hear you say i love you before going to bed.
MAMMON. HINATA. oikawa. atsumu. itadori. NIGHTOWL.
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