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osamusriceballs · 9 months

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Last-Minute Plans

Ushijima x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW (cockwarming, rather soft)

Words: ~ 1,5 k

About: Wakatoshi got a ring for you, and he needs to make sure it fits.

A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved Wakatoshi-kun~

"It fits,"

he mumbles with a sigh of relief, one he hadn't realized he was holding. He looks contently at the jewelry now adorning your ring finger.

Ushijima knows that he's late with this. He should have attempted this plan a long time ago; he despises last-minute actions. Lately, however, you've insisted on waiting until he returns home late from practice due to extended training sessions just before the crucial match, making it impossible for him to secretly slip that ring onto your finger to see if it fits. He's aware he hasn't been giving you the time you deserve lately, but he's determined to make it up as soon as he can. He intends to spoil you as soon as the match is over and his schedule finally allows him to have more free time, treating you like the princess you are.

He had nearly abandoned the idea of trying the ring on your finger. He considered simply hoping for the best, planning to alter the ring quickly after proposing if it didn't fit. He knows you wouldn't have minded, but he wanted this moment to be perfect. The first difficulty he had encountered, however, was that you had rings in various sizes in your jewelry box- probably for different fingers, but even after sorting through them, he was still not convinced that he chose the right size.

Relief washes over him as he sees the ring fitting comfortably, and for a short moment, he envisions your future together. He dreams of having you sleep beside him every night, of going on the vacation you've always dreamed of, and of giving you the beautiful wedding ceremony you've always wanted. He's already asked Tendou to be his best man and informed his parents of his plans. He even decided to send his father a notice that his son will be getting married soon—hopefully.

The ring looks stunning on your hand. It's noticeable yet subtly elegant. He's confident you'll love it; you've often praised his taste, describing him as simple in his choices, which you adore.

His gaze drifts to your peaceful sleeping form. You must be exhausted not to have woken up yet. Normally, you'd wait until he returns or awaken when he quietly lies down beside you, an act he's yet to master. You'd always greet him with a tender kiss, a gesture he cherishes most during his days and misses the most when he's away. Yet, you sleep soundly, your face soft, breathing steady. You're wearing one of his shirts, the old Shiratorizawa jersey you claim is the comfiest—adorable on you, he agrees.

He's fairly certain you're wearing only flimsy panties beneath, but he'll take his sweet time tomorrow to explore every inch of your body.

"Toshi," your sleepy voice pulls him from his daydreams, and he quickly hides the ring, clutching your hand in his. You stir, turning towards him, brows furrowing as you reach out blindly.

"Y/n, go back to sleep. It's late," he murmurs in a soothing tone, knowing you find his voice calming.

"I missed you," you groan, squinting your eyes as you try to make out his face in the dimly lit room.

"I missed you too," he replies, smiling softly and leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. You smile in return, bringing your free hand to his cheek, a bit clumsily—almost slapping his face, but he doesn't mind; he is simply happy having you close.

"You haven't shaved today," you mumble as you caress his cheek. He hums in response. "I forgot. Does it bother you?"

"No, it doesn't. But you never forget to shave. What was on your mind today?"

You, he thinks, but for once, he refrains from sharing his thoughts. He needs to distract you, to take back the ring unnoticed. How you haven't noticed it so far surprises him.

"I was thinking about…" he begins, his voice trailing off, unsure how to respond without you getting suspicious.

"Wakatoshi, come to bed. You seem really tired," you yawn, and he suddenly knows what he needs to do.

Ushijima leans down to kiss you again, this time deepening the kiss with more passion. He feels your response, your body arching into his touch, your lips moving in sync with his.

"Toshi," you're already breathless after a few kisses, and he finally feels your hand relax, fingers intertwining with his with the metal still on your finger. He typically holds your hand more firmly, but now he keeps his grip gentle, ensuring you don't feel the ring on your finger. With his free hand, he traces the hem of your shirt, his fingers gliding beneath the fabric, encountering the softness of your skin.

"Want you, but I'm tired," you whisper against his lips, prompting him to nuzzle against your neck. "Should I pleasure you? Should I make you feel full?" You moan softly and weakly nod, your eyes barely open in the dark room. Unbeknownst to you, a wave of relief washes over him. This may not be going exactly as he planned, but making love to you with the ring already on your finger is better than he could have imagined.

He quickly runs through potential scenarios in which he could smoothly slide the ring off your finger, deciding to position himself behind you while maintaining a hold on your hand in front of your body. Shifting his body weight, he maneuvers behind you until his chest presses against your back. He skillfully settles beneath the blanket without releasing your hand, making sure not to tighten his grip around your fingers. His lips find your neck, where he places the gentlest kisses against your skin, earning the softest, most beautiful moans from your lips. His hips begin to rhythmically move against your backside, and he feels how he hardens in his pants.

You contently hum while you lean into his touch, raising one leg to allow him to slip his thigh between yours. "Feels good," you murmur as he starts a grinding motion against your pussy. He feels his growing need, a nearly instinctive response to your body. His earlier suspicion about you wearing only his shirt and panties appears accurate; that much he notices when his shorts ride up and his bare thigh grinds against your cunt. As much as he wants the feeling of your bare skin against his, he knows that undressing might raise too much suspicion. Instead, he guides his free hand downward, gently tracing circles against your clothed center.

"You're so perfect. So beautiful. I love you so much," he whispers into your ear, causing you to shudder in his arms. Your grip on his hand tightens, while your other hand softly clutches the sheets. He understands your needs. Grateful that he's still wearing the soft shorts, he pushes them down slightly, quickly freeing his cock.

"Should I use some lube?" he asks, concern lacing his voice, worried about hurting you since he hasn't fully prepared you yet—a truly challenging task when ensuring your hand remains held and he can only use one hand properly.

"Think I'm wet enough," you mumble, and he dips two fingers between your folds to confirm, and he is rewarded with enough arousal to forget about his worries.

As much as he wants to ravish you right now, he knows you would probably drift off to sleep if he makes love to you tenderly—so that's precisely what he does. He gently spreads your legs further with his thigh, allowing his cock to rest between your legs. It has almost become a routine for him to set aside your panties and gradually ease his cock inside you- a practice that you often do after he comes home late from his practice sessions.

A breathy moan escapes your lips at the stretch, and he feels his own body tensing at the sensation of your soft walls around him. He continues to push until he's fully inside of you. You always take him so well—it feels breathtaking to be buried deep inside you. He still hopes you'll succumb to sleep in this embrace, even though he's surely wide awake himself.

"Feels good," you hum, your breathing gradually returning to a steady rhythm. He pulls you closer, inhaling the soothing flowery scent of your hair- a scent that always brings him comfort and calms his mind when he can't seem to rest. You might not fully grasp how much he loves you—how every fiber of his being yearns for you, how he wishes for you to be happy and to be his. This is precisely why he plans to propose to you tomorrow and to place the ring back on your finger. You wouldn't refuse him on his birthday, would you?

"Sleep well, my love."

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anoiximera · 1 year

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Part 2

(I'll link to part 1 when I'm on my desktop :])

Part 3 might be added pretty soon even tho finals still aren't done lmao. Priorities I guess.

First

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rise of the tmnt #rise donnie #villain donnie #i love him so much you dont understand #its interesting seeing what others theorize considering im working on a fic for this fella and i can safely say no one has predicted it #so theres that :]#hope you all enjoy heh #Aon Au

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cosmic-witchcraft000 · 11 months

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he is such a sweetheart!

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu text fic #aone x reader #aone fluff #haikyuu aone #Aone fanart

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runayachi · 6 months

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Trick or treat!

"How did you guys get in here?" Mai asks.

The volleyball falls to the floor. Aone and Futakuchi turn to her.

"I have a key," Futakuchi says when the silence gets too loud.

"Liar." Mai reaches into her pocket and pulls out the key to the gym. "Coach gave me the key for safekeeping."

Aone points at Futakuchi, who scowls.

"I have the spare key," Futakuachi amends.

"Coach has the spare." Mai twirls the gym key around her finger. "Try again."

Aone points at the door, then at Futakuchi.

Mai squints at Aone, then at Futakuchi, who's elbowing Aone, then at the door. The pieces click into place.

"Since when can you pick locks?" Mai demands.

"That's illegal," Futakuchi replies. "I can't pick locks."

Aone snorts.

Mai sighs. "Whatever," she says. "Next time, call me."

"You were late," Futakuchi grumbles. "Aone and I wanted to start practice."

"By ten minutes!"

[send me "trick or treat" and i will write you a drabble!]

#my fic #nametsu mai #aone takanobu #futakuchi kenji #datekou #thank u for the ask!! dont ask why i decided futakuchi can pick locks. he just seems like the sort of guy who would

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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Make our Chat to a haikyuu fanfic (idk how tho) 😭😭

Bestie this is perfect😭😭so we ended up picking out like five different scenarios from our chats to do!!

Tw- cursing, I put in photos of our pets and my hand is burnt up and has a blister in my pic of Luna (so possibly graphic imagery? It’s my hand and it’s not Gore but I want you guys to be cautious of that!!Sorry about that!!), talk of bruising and scaring in Atsumu’s fic(from volleyball and general being clumsy) Yachi is implied to be platonic simply because I do this with several mutuals and I usually headcannon Yachi as a fanfic writer!! Let me know if I missed anything!!

Any images used are not meant to represent reader in any shape or form wether that be readers skin color or injuries reader has, they are all for the intent of showing a pet that me or my friend own!

Kenma!

Kenma:

Send pics of pet

Y/n:

No hi?

Y/n:

Kenma:

Chat says thank you

Y/n:

Are you telling them they’re urs????

Kenma:

…I would never babe🥰

Y/n:

Bitch you’re lying😭😭

Y/n:

Show them urs

Y/n:

Kenma:

…they can see her from the corner…

Atsumu!

Atsumu:

Baby, you know how many bruises I have this week????

Y/n:

…more than last week…

Atsumu:

Wow omg how’s you know??😐😐

Y/n:

Lucky guess?

Atsumu:

Ok whatever, actually it’s not like the most I’ve ever had but you’re right!!!

Y/n:

Count the new forming scar from busting your ass on Saturday!

Atsumu:

Omg! Tysm baby almost forgot that one🥰🥰Nine!

Hinata!

Hinata:

I can’t stand school😐😐

Y/n:

Wait why???

Hinata:

This mother fucker here🥰

Hinata:

Y/n:

You got this Sho!! Gtg yearbook🤮🤮

Yachi!

Yachi: pls bestie read this???

Yachi:

Y/n:

Grammar mistakes, other then that, great job so proud!!!!

Yachi:

Really????? BRB melting into a puddle 🤪🤪

Aone!

Y/n: everytime I sit down I swear🙄🙄

Y/n:

Aone:

Look at her eyes, she needs a treat!

Y/n:

She’s lying! She snuck out the house a second ago.

Aone:

But she’s just a puppy! Look at her eyes y/n!!

Y/n:

She better stop staring at me with them big old eyes😭

Anywho guys!! Let me know if you want to see more of anything because I love requests!!!(I hate tumblrs ten pic limit my formatting is all weird 😭😭sorry!!)

#anons #requests #chat fic #reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #Kenma x reader #Atsumu x reader #Hinata x reader #Yachi x reader #Aone x reader #tw burns

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nishipostitz · 2 years

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haikyuu men as brothers best friend

scenario: them finding out they had feelings for you

gn!reader x multicharacter

prev | part 3 | tba

tw! suggestive in first part, not too much, older reader in third part. fluff world

goes by the saying of “the one who breaks my dick is the right one 🙏” and well. it happened literally. youve grown close to him because your parents take him in like their own. but he spends more time with you than your brother. at first, you were like a little sister to him. but now, the feelings have actually started developing. so you guys were on the couch together. your feet on his lap as youre scrolling your phone. your eyes started getting droopy, so you took a nap. a few minutes in, you accidentally put your heel against his balls, and he started screaming and groaning. oh poor guy 🙏. so you woke up. and realized what you did. and for some weird reason, this made him like you more. bc whatever situation he was in, you still cared for him. but OBVI you had to care for him then, you literally were the reason he’s screaming? but hey, love makes you dumb ig.

kuroo. hands down. tsuki(in it for the pain), tanaka(yall cant tell me he isnt like that), noya(literally is going to end up in a position like this 😭 ), ukai…., LMAO NOT ME PUTTING LITERALLY THE WHOLE KARASUNO TEAM—, oikawa, terushima

he was sick. he caught a cold for not wearing a sweater right after sweating. so during your free time, you would come over and take care of him. and just like that, he was revived not too long after. and as he was still not thinking straight, he really asked “so how do you feel about marriage?”

oikawa, hinata, noya, futakuchi, tendou, bokuto, suga, goshiki

coming back with the older reader trope! so he was a clumsy little guy. and you’d be the one tending to his wounds bc your brother knew absolutely nothing! and as he grew up, he always appreciated your kindness. you would also treat your brother. so when he joined the volleyball club, he was surprised to see you. you had already signed up as the manager. but sadly for him, he only gets to see you as a manager for a few years 😔 but, he still finds time to spend with you during practice. like sitting out from getting tired and helping with labor work.

kenma, akaashi, aone, ushi(man its the VIBE), ukai, kunimi, yams, suna(faking it)

man idk what to say. he literally fell in love with you at first sight. youre a year older. and he never really paid attention to ppl in school. so he didnt recognize you 💀 he saw you on his morning jog, jogging the same direction as him. so he was intrigued. it was impressive to see many ppl jogging this early in the morning. yet, you were also a beauty to the eyes as well(thats so cringy). and to his luck, you struck a convo while jogging. “so what brings you jogging this early?” “i could say the same” “well, im doing this to prepare for school. i must outrun creepos on campus” you said while chuckling nervously. “and i suppose you arent one as well?” he blushed embarrassingly. “nope. and i mean it” you laughed. “well, i was a bit skeptical” you say teasingly. now, youre really second guessing his response. bc he’s literally going the same direction as you to get home??? so you hurriedly ran to your house before he asked “is that your boyfriend’s house?” you gave him a look. “that idiot isnt my boyfriend, he’s my brother�� and he was embarrassed AGAIN. “well, that brother of yours is someone id call a great friend. just dont tell him that” you smiled and waved bye. “i need to start kissing up to him later on”. he thought

ushi…, iwai, kageyama, kindaichi, daichi, tsukki, yaku, asahi, issei, osamu, aran

nah. man fell for you the moment your brother introduced you. he was mesmerized by you and didnt pay attention to anything else until “and theyre off limits you germ” he was offended. so, he would live on trying to impress you. his best friend wasnt impressed, but you were. it was funny seeing his efforts to win you over.

tanaka, oikawa, lev, shirabu, atsumu

your brother would give you to him as an offering 💀

kita.

this was worse than the last. i can’t live like this anymore.

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tonytonwy · 2 years

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people pleaser

futakuchi kenji x f!reader

w.c 2900-ish

summary: where futakuchi kenji isn't as mean or disrespectful as other people have told you

Shit.

You softly bite your lip as you realize Mai is in a different class. She gives a reassuring pat on your shoulder as you try to find anyone you spoken to before; however, your eyes get stuck on one name.

Futakuchi Kenji.

You had heard of Futakuchi before, mainly by Mai's ramblings, but he was… known, not necessarily good things but he had a bit of a reputation. He had issues with talking back to upperclassmen and fighting for marks with teachers. You had spoken to him once or twice but can't even remember what it was about.

“There’s a reason you’re all seated this way,” You try to hide in your beige sweater, the green blazer on your skirt. You try to ease your breathing as you feel Futakuchi eye you down, probably wondering why you're completely avoiding his gaze.

Fuck.

Your teacher, a young man with dark curly hair leans on his desk, “if you notice, you're probably seated with people you never thought you’d talk to.” You subtly nod, a window on one side and Futakuchi on the other wasn’t exactly the way you planned the year to go.

“I want you to speak to people with a different opinion to you, if you’re quiet, be loud. If you’re a bit of a dick, maybe be nice.” He looks at Futakuchi, who simply stares at him back, giving a tight smile. You nervously bounce your leg on the floor, side-eyeing Futakuchi. He was currently doodling on his notebook, ignoring everything the teacher was saying. His long legs are spread out, your eyes are slowly draw to his hands. They're long but in a soft and almost dainty way. You can't help but look at your own; rough and your nails are uneven, nothing like his. Despite his broad shoulders, his wrists are skinny and you can only imagine what the rest of his body looks like. You have to admit, he's quite attractive. You don't remember him being this easy on the eyes last year.

You look away before you can be caught.

“Ah, also, I may have sat the two best math students together on purpose.” You notice how Futakuchi’s head lifts, actually listening now. You mentally sweat, hoping that there was a student that got better grades than you. However, the teacher’s quick and teasing glance at you make your mouth slightly open in shock. “I think friendly competitions are good. That’s right, Futakuchi,” the teacher points at him suddenly, “you’re no longer the best student. You have a rival in this class.”

“I’m sure they won’t be hard to beat.” Your teacher gives a laugh. He appears to know Futakuchi and his personality already. You can't say the same but in a, incredibly, weird way, you want to.

“Thank you, y/n, you’re the best! This is the last time, promise.” You give a small smile as your classmate gives you a side hug and she runs off, your pristine notebook in her hand. You stretch and let out a big sigh; she had said the same thing last week.

“God, you’re such a people pleaser,” Futakuchi says rudely, his eyes glaring at your classmate who is quickly copying your work before the teacher arrives. He clicks his tongue in disapproval, an annoying habit of his, and shoves his hands into his blazer’s pockets. His notebook open with the answers to the homework and a slick black pen. “She’s too dumb to do basic algebra.”

“That’s a bit mean,” you slightly shuffle so you can look at him properly, “she might have personal issues going on.” The sarcasm in deep in your voice as he snorts, shaking his head. Futakuchi caught on pretty early that you were the other top student as everyone asked you for help. By pretty early, the third day of school, and since then, everyday, without fail, he would ask how much you studied and what's your 'loser face' like (you refuse to show him, obviously). And now with the results of first test arriving, you feel Futakuchi’s excitement as your stomach is full of nerves.

“Yeah, clearly personal issues going on,” as he says that the girl laughs loudly with her friends, forgetting about your notebook fast. You couldn’t wait for class to end. You feel a sudden whack on the back of your head and turn your head as Futakuchi has a bored expression, as if he didn’t just hit you. You smile in shock and as you open your mouth to talk, his blabbermouth beats you to it.

“I bet you’re the type of person to be in a rush and somehow,” he adds suspense for some reason, “you’d still help a person who's dropped their groceries. Or let someone convince you to join their cult or whatever.” You can only stare at him in silence for a few seconds before actually laughing, and you can see a glint of pride in Futakuchi’s eyes.

“Well, that definitely hasn’t happened before.” You say, eyes rolling. Futakuchi can only shake his head. Despite your initial fears, talking to Futakuchi in class became normal. Sure, he would tease you constantly and distract you , but it was weirdly easy to tease him back and, to just talk.

“You know what? You should tell people," he shifts his chair so he's closer and you lean in, he's practically whispering the last bit, "to..."

"to...?" You whisper, confused.

"to fuck off." He says fast and simple and you give a small laugh, shaking your head in disapproval. "And stop being a people-pleaser, it's gross."

Before you can respond back, your teacher hops in, a stack of paper in one hand and a red pen in the other.

You feel an annoying but all too similar soft kick to the bottom of your chair. You don’t even bother giving him a glance, you already know what his question is going to be.

“What did you get?” Futakuchi says, ignoring the teacher’s glare and your head remains down, finishing the last section of the questions you got wrong. “Are you ignoring me?”

“Did you not tell me to stop being a people pleaser?” Your voice is harsh but you turn and give a cheeky smile. His mouth is wide open, a smile starting to form and his eyes are full of disbelief. Pride swells in your chest and you wish you had a camera to take a picture of Futakuchi's face.

“Wow, using my advice against me?” He scrunches up a small piece of paper and flicks it to your face, hitting your nose. “That’s messed up.”

“Futakuchi, please stop bothering your neighbour.” You quickly put your head down and feel your cheeks heat up as people stare and Futakuchi sulks in his seat. His tongue clicks again, slightly quieter this time. “You can bother her when you get a higher grade than her.” Your eyes widen and whip your head to see how Futakuchi’s eyebrows twitch in annoyance at the teacher’s teasing.

The class continues in silent before you see another piece of paper arrive at your desk. You look at Futakuchi, unimpressed with his attempted to communicate. He shrugs before showing you his paper, a clear red 88 on the corner.

You hesitantly look at the paper, firstly, afraid of this paper being a death threat and secondly, being caught by the teacher.

How tf did you get a higher grade than me? You purse your lips, a smile threatening to come out. You quickly write a response and give a deep breathe before throwing to him, if he killed you, at least you would die a winner.

By doing your mum.

You cover your mouth as you hear Futakuchi loudly laugh, the teacher once again turning. He covers his mouth, clearly not expecting for you to write such a thing.

“Care to share Futakuchi?” The teacher’s tone slightly more serious now.

“Nah, I’m good.” he says quickly, and writes on the other side of the paper you threw. You try to work but your eyes go to him, wondering what Futakuchi could possibly be writing. You quickly get the other paper, scrunched and your hands feel electric as you open the paper.

You're definitely not a people pleaser anymore, quite the opposite actually.

It's not long before he bothers you again.

“What did you get?” Futakuchi pokes your shoulder, and you pull your tongue out, not bothered to answer. “Real mature, c’mon,” He leans in, but you swat your paper against his face.

“Don’t be snoopy,” he looks unimpressed and scoffs before folding his arms. “Futakuchi, you’re such a baby.” You give a small laugh as he pulls the middle finger.

“l/n and Futakuchi, last warning,” your back straightens significantly as your teacher gives a small nod and you can hear Futakuchi choke a laugh over your nerdiness.

“Teacher’s pet,” he says, glancing at you once the teacher faces the board again.

“At least I got a higher score than you,” you give a small smile while continuing to write down the teachers notes, and you feel Futakuchi’s glare on you.

The class passes by fast, as classmates come and ask for your help in explaining certain equations. However, you still feel those pair of eyes on you.

As you walk out to the lockers you see Futakuchi, leaning on the wall on his phone. Despite being able to talk to him in class, being fully alone with him was a completely different situation.

“Waiting for Aone?” he turns and before he can glare, he gives a small smile. You go on your knees and put your school shoes into your locker as he fully turns and squats with you.

“Yep,” his face is serious and stoic, “so what did you actually get?” your face drops and you try to not smile over his persistent attitude.

“I wasn’t aware that you still cared,” you see his cheeks go slightly pink for once, “fine, I got a 92.”

“Bullshit,” he says but you open your bag and elegantly pass your paper, a clear bright red 92 in the corner. Futakuchi clicks his tongue, once again. “It’s because the teacher loves you.”

“Don’t belittle my efforts,” you put your leather shoes on as he slightly nudges you so you slightly trip, you give a quick glare that makes him laugh. “It’s not my fault you fight every teacher on every test.”

“I know my worth,” you snort over his arrogance as he stares at your calculations, his eyebrows furrowed, “also you deserve a mark here.”

“What?” You feel your heart drop and immediately lean to your test and see your working out, shoulders touching with Futakuchi. You ignore his breathe hitch, you ignore how warm he is, and you definitely ignore his cologne. “No, I don’t. I forgot to round it.”

“He said that correct units were the additional mark, not rounding, so he forgot to add a mark for that.” He folds the paper and hits your forehead, “you deserve a 94 instead of a 92, at least.”

“It’s just two percent,” you say shyly, grabbing the paper while standing up, “I doubt that’ll change my overall grade.” You didn’t want to fight the teacher, he treated you nicely every time you needed help with a question.

“You worked hard for this test,” he stands up as well, his long legs contrasting yours. His eyes staring at you for way too long, he gives a small sigh before rubbing his neck. “You deserve the grade you studied for.”

Oh.

You don’t know why it tugs your heart, the acknowledgment of your hard work and for Futakuchi, of all people, to see it. It does something to your stomach and you feel your cheeks heat up, your feet feel stuck to the floor and your hands are suddenly clammy.

“I’ll ask him about it tomorrow,” you push the paper back in your bag, your stomach heavy with nerves. You suddenly feel insecure, did you even bother fixing your hair? Is your skirt too long? Face too blemished? You feel your sweater cling to you, in a unflattering way.

You avoid his eyes and walk past, not sure what to do with this flush of emotions. “See you tommorrow.”

"Wait," you quickly turn and Futakuchi awkwardly walks up to you, face slightly pink, "I'll walk you to the gate."

"Why?" He avoids your eyes and instead looks to the side.

"Loser's etiquette," he gives a dorky smile and you can't help but laugh.

"Sure, it's dangerous times to be walking alone to a school gate." He snorts and lightly pushes you.

"Shut up," despite his tone, he's smiling. You push him back and you both are in the strange game of pushing each other until the end of the gate. You take a deep breathe and look at Futakuchi, who's looking around to see if there's any other students.

“Thank you, I would’ve never noticed that mistake. I will actually talk to the teacher about it.” You have a serious face before Futakuchi laughs, eyes crinkling and you have to laugh with him over your dramatic style.

“No worries, it has to be a fair competition after all,” you shake your head giving a small smile. You lightly punch Futakuchi, who acts as though you have the strength of a body builder.

“Your mercifulness is going to be the end of you.” You start to walk off, your heart feeling a bit lighter.

“This is my first and last time helping you, y/n.” You give a small wave before giving him the finger.

“Good to know, because I won’t need it again!” You shout, not taking a second to glance at him despite the temptation to do so. Futakuchi laughs before disappearing back into the school.

“Thank you for telling me l/n! Jeez I can’t believe I missed that.” Your math teacher gives a thumbs up, a big smile on his face. He couldn't be more than 25.

“Uhm, Futakuchi told me, actually,” You shyly give credit to him, and you see your teacher's surprised face appear, his mouth wide open.

“Futakuchi helped you? Even though he’s second?” You nod, your face heating up the more you think about it, last night you had been asking yourself the same questions. Your teacher gives a chuckle, “I have never heard of him helping anyone besides himself and Aone.”

“Yeah… He said he wanted a fair competition.” Your teacher let out a loud laugh.

“God, he’s a softie. What a stupid excuse,” he adds a red circle to your new mark. “I’m glad you’re seating next to him,” He gives a smile, “you're too nice to everyone.” Your eyebrows slightly frown as you recall Futakuchi said something similar.

“Mister Moniwa, do you know Futakuchi?” You ask, seemingly out of nowhere and your teacher tilts his head, pondering how he should answer.

“Our mums are friends,” you let a small ‘oh’, “plus, my little brother is Futakuchi’s captain.” You nod, still feeling curious about Futakuchi.

“Do you like Futakuchi always coming up to you to fight about his grade?”

“Well, I’ve known him since I was young,” he says, smiling, “funnily enough, I was his tutor when he was in middle school. So, I don't really mind. I know he's competitive.”

"I could tell early on," you laugh as you think about all the other times Moniwa has made a lesson a competition so Futakuchi would actually participate.

“Is there a reason you’re so curious about Futakuchi?” You feel your face heat up as he peers into your face.

“Uh, no,” you fiddle with your fingers, “he just seems, so confident.” Your comment surprises Moniwa, who’s eyes widen before giving a soft smile.

“That's one way to see him."

As you walk away you finally look at your paper you see a ‘96’ scribbled and a small comment.

Clearly Futakuchi ‘missed’ the other mark you got on the last page! Tell him off for me.

You shake your head; he definitely saw that mark. You practically speed walk to the class, excited to see your 'rival'.

“You asshole,” you slam your paper on his desk, “you saw the other mark, didn’t you?” Futakuchi eyes widen before giving a smug face.

“Why, I have no clue what you mean, dear y/n.”

"Oh my god,” you laugh before sitting down in your chair, giving him a shocked look. “Here I thought you were genuinely trying to help me achieve my maximum potential.” He laugh before sitting up straight, stretching his body.

“Nope,” he pops the ‘p’, “I can’t give you all the answers, now can I?”

“Yes, you can.” You say, lightly hitting your shoe against his.

“I can’t believe you got 96,” his tongue clicks, “impressive.”

“Why thank you, but it’s…” You try to maintain eye-contact, despite your face becoming a hot mess, “it’s, uhm, thanks to you, Futakuchi.” You rub your neck awkwardly as you wait for him to say anything at this point. His eyes widen as you say his name, and you quickly realize you've never called him by his name.

“Uhm, it’s okay, you already got a higher score than me so why not give you a bit of a boost up.” He coughs, clearing his throat up, ears slightly red. “You clearly needed it… Plus, probability is my bitch, so I’ll ace the next test.”

You slowly glare at him, a million thoughts going through your head.

“I’ll bet… That I’ll ace it harder than you,” you leave your hand out for a handshake, “probability is everyone’s bitch.”

His classic smug smile comes out, his hand drumming on his desk, actually thinking about the logistics of this bet. However, his hand slides into yours, giving a small squeeze.

“Deal.”

note: hope u enjoyed it, first time writing futakuchi ahh, can u tell the parts i rlly enjoyed writing??

#haikyuu!!#futakuchi kenji #x reader #fluff #he's such a menace but he's my menace #we need more content of this horrible man #i have an idea for aone but we shall see #also if u saw the beta post of this fic... no u didn't #if u see any errors pls tell me #i'm terrible at english #date tech #aye maybe prequel in futakuchi's pov #bc obviously we have to kdrama it and he obviously knew you from before #2am writing?? more likely than you think

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thegroundhogdidit · 2 years

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can't stop writing haikyuu fics with really obscure premises, mostly surrounding ushijima. i didn't even really like the guy until earlier this month and now i've made him married to tendou, best friends with aone, and i'm going to write him having a crush on both oikawa and tendou. somebody save me

#yes i admit it i like anime #geez you didn't have to drag it out of me #haikyuu!!#ushijima wakatoshi #tendou satori #aone takanobu #ushiten #ushioi #fanfiction #and at the SAME TIME as i was trying to write a fic about asahi

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etherrreal · 1 year

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🌹, thank you!

back on my "friends to lovers" bullshit 🤪 so this is from an aone x fem!reader fic that's, once again, been in progress for at least two years, and this scene is during the part of the fic where the reader may be thinking that they maybe they could actually be a little more than friends 👀

You’re left with the man who’s sitting, offering him a tight smile in hopes that he doesn’t pick up on how awkward you’re feeling right now. “I didn’t realize Aone had a girlfriend,” he says after a moment with a smirk.

“What?! No! I’m not his girlfriend. We’re just good friends.” He raised his eyebrow like he didn’t quite believe you. “No, really! We met back when his mom and mine set us up on a date, but it didn’t go as well as they thought it’d go, not that he’s a bad guy or anything, he’s great, but we agreed to be friends and we’ve been friends ever since, and I think we work well as friends so that’s what we’re going with, and it’s been fun so far, and he’s met my cat—”

In the middle of your mindless ranting, another construction worker walks on over, looking between the smoking-man and you whose mouth is running a mile a minute. “Who’s this? Your girl?” This new man points to you.

Smoking-man shakes his head. “No, Aone’s girl.”

“The same girl he’s always texting on his breaks? Good to know he’s serious about her.”

“We’re not—” you go to defend yourself again when you see Aone slide out from behind the gate. You let out a heavy sigh of relief, hoping that you wouldn’t have to deal with this conversation anymore. “Thank goodness.”

-Luna

#once again making it small text to be less offensive sorryyyyy #luna speaks #etherrreal games #aone x reader #im actually splitting my attention currently between this one and the “would you be mine(craft)?” pt 2 #although i doubt this aone fic will be done anytime soon despite it being 6500+ words atm...

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selznick · 10 months

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stop making mute characters speak. and with shitty 'im not good with words' hippopotamus shit. im biting u and clawing u and maiming u

#idk it rlly annoys me #like sign language exists #or let them be normal when they talk #give them divixe help them speak #anything other than this #biting biting biting #aone doesn't deseve this #he is confident #he locks on to a target and openly point at them to declare war! (volleyball war)#hes not gonna b nervous to talk cuz he might mince his words #hes either mute or selective mute #u dont need to make him speaking a fucking spectacle #idk probs wrong abt this but it annoys me how every fic i read with cannon mute characters ends like this #or by making them a soft uwu pure boi whose soul can never b corrupted

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mangospams · 2 years

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Voting on Haikyuu fics!!!

Reader catching stockholm syndrome really fast with Ushijima 🐝

Reader patching up Aone after he gets a bit injured at work 🌱

Tendou getting rejected by his darling 🍄

#mango answers #mango speaks #🥭🥭🥭#choose that fic!!#yandere haikyuu #yandere ushijima wakatoshi #yandere aone #yandere tendou

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osamusriceballs · 8 months

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Suna x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~1,3 k

About: A one night stand with Suna~

"Fuck-"

You moan his name and arch your back when he delivers a particular hard thrust against your hips, your whole body shaking from the sheer force he's using. He grabs your hips harder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and working his cock even further into your body. You're drooling for him at this point, leaving a small wet spot on his pillow, which is nothing compared to the wetness between your legs.

He groans and suddenly leans down until his chest presses against your back, and you find comfort in the fact that he is as sweaty as you. His hand moves to your neck, which causes your eyes to widen for a second in surprise, before he tightens his grip and forces both of your bodies up.

You're both on your knees now, not moving for a second, only your chest heavily heaving from the exertion. Your head is thrown back, your neck bared to his grip, and you're almost embarrassed at how hard you clench around him when he doesn't let go of your throat.

"You're so hot like this." His gaze is dark and hooded while he looks down on your body, your tits on full display, nipples hard and perky, your pussy swallowing his cock, coated in a mixture of both of your arousal.

"Rintarou-" your voice is barely above a whisper, your neck still in his tight grip, but he still responds by finally moving his hips again. The sheer force makes your body jerk forward, only his hands keeping you close to him.

"I love how you moan my name. Do it again," he demands, his voice slightly breathier than before, and when you respond with a moan of his name, you're rewarded with an even harder thrust that make you see stars. His hand wanders from your neck to your chest and starts palming your tit almost violently, while his hips start working relentlessly against yours. You slam your ass against his hips, the tip of his cock hitting just the right spot that pushes you even closer to the edge, and his breathy moans against your ear add fuel to your desire.

"Can I cum inside?"

His words stir something primal in you and you wrap your arms around his neck to look into his dark eyes, and you know that you probably look embarrassingly desperate and needy, but you can't help it. "Yes, yes, please-" you groan and when he releases your body, you barely manage to catch yourself on your arms before you sink into the mattress and he presses your face against the pillow again. Your mind is hazy, your body burning with pleasure, and you find yourself whining when he brings his palm down against your ass- again and again.

Your fingers dig into the sheets, and you press your ass further against him and he lets out an appreciating grunt. "Ya like that?" He smacks your ass again and you moan, frantically nodding your head at the pleasurable pain that rushes through your body. His cock hits just the right spot, his fat tip prodding at your entrance when he pulls almost completely out and slams back into you again. "I'm close, Rintarou- Rintar- Rin-" your voice is breathless, and you clench down hardly on him when you suddenly feel yourself tumbling over the edge after he increases the pace. Your body convulses with pleasure, your eyes rolling back into your head while you gasp his name, your cunt relentlessly getting overstimulated at his unfaltering thrusts.

"Y/n- fuck-" he groans, the sound so guttural and primal that you clench around him again, and then you feel it. You feel his cum inside of you, hot and heavy, how his body stiffens behind of you and how he stops thrusting, just slamming his hips once into you, then again, and then collapsing over your body. His arms come into your vision, the impressive muscles tensed stiff, and you take a short second to admire his physique. He is not only blessed with strong arms, but you had already admired his toned legs when you sat on his lap in the car.

You both stay in that position for a few moments, desperately trying to calm your breath, while you feel the tight fit of his cock in your now overstimulated throbbing cunt. Suna wraps on arm around your middle and rolls you both to the side, groaning slightly when his cock slips out of your pussy.

He shifts the position of your bodies, one of his arms now under your head while the other stays wrapped around your body. His leg is nestled between yours, but it doesn't feel sexual at all- it's rather comfortable. You sigh contently at the warmth that surrounds your body, and you roam your fingers against the muscles of his arm around you, ignoring the slowly dripping warm liquid between your legs.

It's silent for a while. Just both of you laying in his bed in each other's arms.

"I hope I wasn't too rough with you. Do you feel okay?" His voice breaks the silence, calm and pleasant, his warm breath fanning against your cheek when he talks. You flush at his words, his concern warming your heart.

"I'm good. I... I liked it a lot. When you get rough."

"Oh? Such a pretty and good girl for me, huh?" He grins lazily while his hand moves at an awkward angle to comb through your hair, and you feel your cheeks heating up at his words. The sudden praise surely ignites something in you that you’d rather keep hidden for now.

"Do you tell that all the girls you pick up?" you try to distract him before he notices your flustered state- and you curse yourself after the words have left your lips. You only met this guy today- it's none of your business how many girls he's been picking up lately. Judging by his looks, he probably doesn't have any troubles finding someone for company though.

"You're the first girl I've brought home for... quite a while. I usually prefer to stay on my own."

You raise your brows in surprise, not having expected that answer or the nonchalant tone that he uses. He seemed so confident and experienced when he had caught you after you slightly stumbled in the bar when somebody had bumped into you. He had a mysterious aura about him that intrigued you- and when he had leaned down and connected your lips, you found yourself on cloud nine. The car drive to his apartment had been short, but the make out session in his car had not been. You had the feeling that he was holding back at some point, only touching you so soft and tenderly, so you had simply pulled eagerly on his hair, receiving an approving groan and then he had proceeded things to the bedroom, showing a slightly rougher side- and damn, you're certain that this night will never leave your mind.

"Oh." You only manage to response, your heart suddenly racing in your chest at the implication that you might be disrupting him. Your hands curl into fists as you stop playing with his arm. "I uhm... I'll get dressed and then I'll get out of your hair."

Your attempt at standing up is very short lived though, as his arms refuse to let you go and instead press you closer against his body.

"Do you want to stay and keep me company for a while, y/n?" He sounds so sincere and soft that you wish you could see his expression right now. It almost feels as if you were lovers in each other's arms with the way he's holding you and talking sweetly- a stark contrast to the way he just fucked you, but the duality makes your heart flutter even more.

"Just for tonight?" You know that your voice sounds desperate and clingy, but you can’t' help but to have the urge to want to see him again.

"I'll enjoy your company as long as you want to stay. Not only limited to tonight." His clarification brings a smile to your lips, and you suddenly feel even more safe and home in his arms, certain that this is just the beginning.

"I'll stay."

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #suna #suna smut #suna x reader #I'm thinking about who I should choose next #Kuroo or Wakatoshi?#HELP ME DECIDE AJHJDJDJ-#I'm still in the one night stand brainrot phase #I totally forgot about the Aone birthday fic #but I decided to do it during kinktober #Postponed but not forgotten! <3

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