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#haikyuu!! drabble
restlesswritingss · 2 years
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Kuroo stares at your body, absolutely mesmerized. He was sat in a beach chair underneath an umbrella that you held onto as you stood in front of him talking animatedly with Bokuto who was sat in the chair next to Kuroo. You were angled towards the other man but your free hand reached out for Kuroo mindlessly. He intertwined your fingers and brought your hands to his lips. 
His eyes raked over you in your bikini. Your stomach was softer now with stretch marks adorning your sides. Your thighs came together and were pudgier than when he first met you. He couldn’t resist releasing your hand to grab behind your thigh and pull you closer to him. He kissed your ribcage and you blushed but continued on your conversation.
He had always worshipped your body. God, you were so sexy to him when he first saw you. He had never been able to take his eyes off your figure, but now? Now he had a whole new love for your body. It had carried his child. It had created the most precious life in his world. Words couldn’t describe the awe and wonder he felt when gazed at all the things that marked your body as having gone through childbearing. He wanted to kiss every inch of you. He also made a mental note to buy his kid ice-cream later as he stared at your still slightly enlarged breasts.
His attention turned to said child playing with Hinata trying to build a sandcastle as Kenma watched on. Kenma had a fond smile on his face as he watched the kid play with all the sand molds he’d needlessly bought them. Kuroo rolled his eyes at how his best friend spoiled the ever loving shit out of his child.
He then turned back to you and wrapped his arms around you to engulf you in a hug and kiss your cheeks. His face was adorned with the goofiest grin because he couldn’t contain his joy as he watched the little life you two created. No the little life your beautiful body created.
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ceo-of-daichi · 2 months
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LYDIAAAAAAHHHHHHUHSBDHAKAL hihihi 💗 I hope it’s ok I join your prompt game!!
May I request one for Keishin or Kuroo, whoever you feel the most like writing. With the prompt “I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?…..” from the Drunken Love Confession list please??
THANK U SO MUCH!
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It was rare to get a message off Kuroo this late into the night.
And if you did, it was usually a well composed, put together message. This however, was certainly not that.
You stared at the screen, light mode momentarily blinding you. You really needed to turn your brightness down or switch to dark mode. Your eyes flicked to the corner of your phone, 3:43am, before focusing on who had decided to text you at this hour.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you could barely piece together the message. Luckily you didn’t need to, because as your sleep induced brain was trying to read the gibberish in front of you, a big picture of the man himself popped onto the screen.
You sighed softly as you answered the call, figuring this could be the end of your sleep for the night. As you answered, the deafening sound of indie music and what you could only assume was hundreds of people hit your ears. You instinctively move the phone away from your ear at first.
“Kuroo? Are you okay?” You ask, hoping he hears you over the noise.
“Heeeeyyyyy!! Are you doing much right now?” He slurs on the other end, you can’t help but roll your eyes.
“You mean apart from getting the 8 hours sleep I deserve? Nope, where are you?” You say, already getting out of bed and starting to get dressed into comfy clothes.
Kuroo was someone who you struggled to say no to. And seeing as though this is the first time you have been inconvenienced at this time of night by him, you didn’t mind going to pick him up.
By the time he stumbles over the address of the bar, you are fully dressed and heading out the door.
It's a brisk night and as much as you are grumpy from having your sleep disturbed, you would much rather he gets home safely. You can only guess the state he is in after that phone call.
As you pull up to the bar, you notice him slumped on the curb, a few of his friends around him, they looked to be laughing and enjoying themselves.
The minute you get out of the car, the door shutting making them aware of your presence, Kuroo lights up. His eyes lock with yours as he gives you the goofiest smile, you can’t help but mirror it as he attempts to get up.
“Your taxi awaits!” You laugh softly as his friend has to catch him, his legs tangling as he gets up too fast.
“Thank you Madame” He giggles, attempting a curtsey, but once again getting muddled and almost falling flat on his face.
“You are so drunk right now, how much have you had?” You ask, a smirk on your face as you grab his arm. Stopping him from ending up on the ground as he stumbles towards your car. You had never seen him this drunk, and despite feeling tired on the drive, you were certainly awake now.
“I’m not drunk!” He shoots you a glare.
“Uhuh… Sure you aren’t. Come on let's get you home” You wrap your arm around his waist to help him to your car.
The minute you start to help him, he stops dead in his tracks and suddenly stands very straight. You send him a confused glance at his sudden stillness.
“Can a drunk person do this?” He says, a determined look in his eyes. Before you have time to be even more confused, his lips are on yours. It's messy, uncoordinated and certainly the drunkest kiss you had ever experienced.
But with the cheers of his friend group behind you both, who had witnessed the whole interaction, you couldn’t help but feel extremely warm.
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A/N | Okay so this request is from such a long time ago, and I know I haven’t posted in an AGE! But I hope you guys enjoy, I miss writing for HQ. Its been so long but trying to get back in the swing of things💛 Thank you Nin for the request!!
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chimielie · 2 years
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Hajime’s the last one left.
You and your friends had all gathered to celebrate, though what the specific occasion was he couldn’t be sure. It was a joint birthday-victory-holiday party, including festivities like cake and movies and a lot of loud laughter. Like everyone did whenever the rare opportunity was presented, you had stayed up through the earliest hours of the morning.
One by one, people had trickled out, saying their goodbyes, until only Oikawa and Iwaizumi were left; and you, hands tucked under your head as you slept, blissfully unaware of the TV turned on low in front of you and the two men arguing before your door.
“I’ll wait,” Oikawa insists. “I don’t mind—”
“Neither do I,” Iwaizumi says, his voiced hushed but nevertheless firm. “I’ll clean up a little while I wait for them to wake up—”
“I can help,” Oikawa says. “Two hands are better than one.”
“You mean four and two?” Iwaizumi snickers while his friend rolls his eyes. “Seriously, you’ve got a way longer way home than I do, and I have the day off tomorrow besides. Go get some rest.”
“Fine, fine. But you do too much,” Oikawa puts a hand on Iwaizumi’s arm. “What happened to the guy who used to beat me up for overworking myself?”
“I know my limits, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi retorts. “I’m not driving myself into the ground, just doing something nice for a friend.”
“Maybe,” Oikawa’s face is deadly serious. “But don’t forget how easy it is to wear yourself out when it comes to something—“ he cuts a pointed look at the back of the couch— “You love.”
Hajime doesn’t have anything to say to that.
He throws away all the trash people leave behind unknowingly, clears up the dishes, wipes down every flat surface of your home. He organizes your shoes. The cheery white sneakers you wear almost every day seem to smile at him.
He blinks. He needs to go to bed.
You’re still sound asleep when he returns to the couch. It’s a funny quirk of yours—you can fall asleep nearly anywhere. You once passed out with your head in his lap in a busy mall, with bright white fluorescent lights staring you right in the face.
“Hey,” he says, his voice low, trying not to startle you. “Time to wake up.”
Your breathing continues evenly, undisturbed.
“Okay,” he huffs to himself, amused, and tried to find the best way to roll you off the couch and into his arms.
It’s not too much of a struggle to drag your dead weight into your room, and he gets you into your bed in a position that won’t cramp eventually. He doesn’t tuck you in, because that’s an octopus’ game, but he hopes you’ll be warm enough, though he won’t be here to be sure. You make a sleepy noise that’s nearly his name when he puts you down, reaching out with your eyes still closed, searching for something.
He watches you for a moment (or a few, but who’s counting at this liminal time before dawn), admiring the peace of your sleeping face, the way your lashes cast long shadows over your cheekbones, the whistle of air through your nose. Your hair is in your face. He knows he shouldn’t bother but he sweeps it aside with gentle fingers, trying not to think about the softness of your skin or the textured strands of your hair.
Your fingers twitch again, still seeking.
Maybe someday, Hajime thinks as he opens the door to step out, equal parts fond and wistful, moonlight and shadow playing across his face. That’s what keeps him going. Maybe someday.
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oomiya · 10 months
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warnings : haikyuu spoilers, gn reader, ambiguous relationship
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“So you’re…actually leaving?”
Your question is answered with the inexperienced piano notes of Clair de Lune. Long, thin fingers you know better than your own are too harsh on the delicate porcelain, but Tendou still manages to make it sound beautiful. 
You think you might be biased. 
Despite his awkward use of the sustain pedal–a beginner’s hesitance Tendou still hasn’t mastered–you can’t help but like it. You like almost anything he does, after all.
Against your better judgment, you picture the same setting in a new year and a new place: Paris, three years from now–or maybe four. However long it takes for Tendou to master the piano on top of going to school. 
But the picture is a bit different than your current situation: you won’t be in Paris. 
The soft tune of the song is only vaguely interrupted by a slightly higher note; even though Tendou’s back is to you, you can see his wince. 
If there wasn’t a raging turmoil in your heart–confusion, sadness, and slight anger–you’d move behind him to comfort him, rest a soft, silent hand on his shoulder. 
But Tendou continues trying to play, filling the room with a synthetic warmth that does little to ease the strain and suspense that’d been present ever since The News had dropped like a bombshell. 
You worry at your bottom lip as Tendou finally eases up on the piano, watching his shoulders flex and his feet move off the pedals. You stay standing, still leaning against the doorframe, your arms crossed as if to protect yourself. 
Tendou doesn’t turn to face you until he does, and when he does, there’s something so open and sad in his gaze that only twists your heart deeper in pain. 
“Yeah,” he says, fingers idly trailing over the piano keys. 
Having too much to say yet unable to find any words, you bite your tongue, eyes darting over to watch as his fingers find comfort tracing over the piano. 
Again, you wonder how long it’ll take him to master the instrument in Paris. 
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bokutosmochi · 2 years
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YOUR HANDS IN HIS HAIR ♡ SEMI EITA
semi eita x reader
what’s it: fluff sugar level: 0.1k allergen warning/s: n/a regulars: @hanayanetwork
bon appetit!
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semi eita likes a lot of things about himself. his power, his skills, the fact that he somehow managed to win your heart, and amongst those things is his hair.
he always keeps it styled in a certain way. as a teenager and young adult, he's tried many different hairstyles and colors, yet this one is his favorite. it boosts his confidence and as a result, makes him more charismatic when on or off stage and absolutely irresistible.
so whenever you run your hair through his platinum blond locks, he always grumbles at you, tells me that you were ruining the style he's oh-so carefully crafted all through his life. even so, he hates it when you stop it, when you stop scratching at his scalp. he whines - much to his dismay - and glares at you making you laugh. "i thought you wanted me to stop?" but one of eita's flaws was that he could only swallow his pride when it actually matters, this is not one of those times. he continues to glare at you wordlessly until you start to run your fingers through his hair again.
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asahipleaseloveme · 2 years
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Hey my submission for your 200 follower event if I'm not too late. You can ignore this if i am.
HQ Character - Azumane Asahi
Favorite Color - Serulian
Favorite Quote or Lyric - (there are two from the same song which i love and i CANNOT choose them so I'll leave that to you, if that's okay)
"When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her"
AND
"My baby never fret none
About what my hands and my body done
If the Lord don't forgive me
I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me
When I was kissing on my baby
And she put her love down soft and sweet
In the low lamp light I was free
Heaven and hell were words to me"
[Work Song by Hozier]
Ideal Date - Beach picnic watching a sunset and then stargazing
Hi Hi Hi! I'm so, so, so, SO sorry this took so long. I've been in a little bit of a slump. Anyway, I hope you like this!! Thanks for being patient
The amount of stress you were under was immense. If you had to deal with one more unruly customer, you would have surely snapped. You were thankful that it was finally Friday and you were ready for a nice, relaxing weekend with your boyfriend.
When you entered the apartment, you saw Asahi scrambling back and forth from room to room.
"Asahi?" you quirked an eyebrow.
"______! You're finally home! I've been waiting to surprise you," he peeked out from the bedroom.
"Surprise me with what?"
He walked into the living with a couple of packed bags in hand.
"I thought we could take a mini vacation! Like, just a weekend getaway. If we leave now, we can still have a couple hours of daylight to spend at the beach," he smiled at you.
"Well, what are we waiting for!" you smiled back as you grabbed his hand and headed out the door.
There were a few hiccups in your car ride, so you arrived closer to sunset than Asahi had planned. After getting everything set up in the beach house, you grabbed a blanket and told Asahi to follow you.
"Huh? It's getting a little late, there's not much we can do out there."
"I beg to differ. Just follow me, goober."
Asahi turned red at your playful nickname. He took your hand and followed you. You found a spot you deemed suitable and laid the blanket on the sand. You plopped down and patted the spot next to you. Asahi blinked at you a couple of times before finally sitting down.
"We can still watch the sunset. And then we can watch the stars," you stared at him with the largest grin on your face. Asahi smiled back at you and leaned in to kiss your forehead.
The cerulean waves of the ocean complemented the orange and pinks of the sky. You had forgotten how beautiful sunsets could be. A quietness sat between you and Asahi, the only sound was the waves crashing against the shore. The sun hit the horizon and you snuggled closer to Asahi. He wrapped an arm around you and kissed your head.
The sky began to turn to a darker blue when Asahi suddenly got up.
"I'll be right back, just gotta grab a couple of things."
He returned a few moments later with some drinks, a bluetooth speaker, and a smaller blanket.
"Thought we could get comfy," he threw the blanket on top of your head, which caused you to laugh as you struggled trying to get it off. He sat down next to you and set the speaker up. As more and more stars popped up in the night sky, you and Asahi snuggled up together listening as your favorite Hozier song played softly in the background.
"I never took you for the spontaneous type, Azumane Asahi."
"Well, you've been working really hard. And I figured you needed something to help you relax. I know how much you love the beach, so I thought this would be the perfect getaway."
"Hm, I love you," you scooted closer and kissed the tip of his nose.
"I love you, too," he said back. He heard a light snore coming from you and all he could do was smile. He continued to lay with you for a little while longer. As you slept, Asahi counted his lucky stars, with you being the biggest and brightest.
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forusomimiya · 1 year
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Virgin!Suna is a horny mess. Whenever he sees you he gets a hard-on and has to run to the bathroom to jerk off and imagine that you are there between his legs, sucking his balls and cumming later on your face. Virgin!Suna fantasizes about you in every possible way. You're always on his mind, whether it's on his face or on his cock. He often wonders what your cum would taste like, and the mere thought of it makes him get hard again and go get some toilet paper to jerk off again. Virgin!Suna will come up behind you at the party and rub his cock against your ass like a fucking dog in heat. He'll whisper in your ear the wonderful things he could do to you if you were at home. Meanwhile, you'd be slumped over his shoulder, struggling with the heat and the shiver his dirty words send down your spine.
"I bet if you let me taste that little pussy, you'd end up on your knees in front of me begging for more, don´t you? What do you think about it?"
Virgin!Suna would despair and take it out on you for not fucking him that night in the cruelest way. A picture of his red cock, with cum all over his belly would ignite your desire and leave you horny for hours. "Look at what you've done to me…. So miserable and proud that you won't help a poor virgin to milk his cock…. I hope it's a lesson for you next time, I don't let just anyone play with me".
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amateurasterism · 1 year
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your parents always thought you would end up with a nice partner and an easy life in the city, so when he shows up at their door, the tie you forced him to wear a little crooked and his shirt slightly unbuttoned and untucked, silver earring glinting in the entryway light, and a shit-eating grin that suggests anything but innocence, they aren’t sure what to think of him. but then they look at the way he’s looking at you, his cheeks flushed pink and eyes shining as they soak in your proud smile, fingers laced together causing your matching rings to clink. and suddenly they’re sure that this boy is rightfully, unconditionally, and wholeheartedly yours. there would be no other people, no more nights wondering if their child would find someone who would fill the gaps in their heart. you have finally found your soulmate.
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GOJO SATORU, ryouta kise, bachira meguru, ryusei shidou, kuroo tetsurou, atsumu miya, BOKUTO KOTARO, edogawa ranpo, DAZAI OSAMU, jean kirschten, CONNIE SPRINGER, eren yeager
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restlesswritingss · 1 year
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Sakusa x reader, suggestive language but no other warnings
Author’s Note: It’s my birthday today so this is part two of a couple of birthday scenarios I have that are mostly just self-indulgent fluff lol.
Contrary to popular (Atsumu’s) belief, Sakusa wasn’t completely heartless. He also was not a virgin, something else Atsumu constantly speculated on. Sakusa was just the type to separate work and life. 
He didn’t talk about his significant other because you belonged at home when he could relax, not in a sweaty locker room with his teammates. Why would he waste time talking about you when he could just go home to you? The same was said for home, he didn’t want to be asked about work he just wanted to relax. He had hard lines that had never crossed for the two years he’d been working for MSBY. 
Except now Atsumu had Hinata and Bokuto to help him drive Sakusa up the wall. The three had swarmed him now as soon as he walked into the gym.
“Why do you have all of next week off Omi?” Bokuto was the first to ask.
Sakusa’s face turned angrier than any of them had ever seen at the simple question. Sakusa did not want to be asked this because it was breaching into you territory. 
“You took the same week off last year, so what is it?” Atsumu pressed on while Hinata and Bokuto shied away at the murder in Omi’s eyes.
“It’s none of your business,” Sakusa grumbled and pushed past the three idiots.
“Leave Sakusa alone, his vacation time is his concern only so focus on practice,” Coach yelled to snap them into shape.
Atsumu cackled at that, “Omi on a vacation? Where to, the Artic where there are no people just penguins to bother him?” 
Sakusa ignored the remark. He wasn’t actually going on a vacation. He was just going to spend the whole week with you, doing whatever you wanted. It was how you two always celebrated your birthday for the past five years. You weren’t the type to want a fancy vacation, you two saved getaways for the summer weather. The first year you were together you’d told him all you wanted for your birthday was time with him, so he’d given you a whole week. Of course, gifts and nice dinners and fun activities were included as well. Now it was tradition. A tradition Sakusa before you would have found cheesy and unnecessary, but now nothing felt like enough to show you how much he loved you and the fact that you were born. Birthdays had never mattered to him but yours did because everything about you mattered to him. 
None of this was anything Atsumu needed to know.
“There’s no holidays this week so what is it? Do you go to a brothel and let out all the pent up steam you hold in for the rest of the year?” Atsumu joked. 
“I thought you said I gave off virgin energy,” Sakusa deadpanned, over this conversation.
Tomorrow his vacation started. After practice he was going to pick you up from your job. He’d wait outside his car for you to run out of the building just like you always did. He’d roll his eyes but open his arms and catch you as you jumped into his embrace. He’d mumble that you should be more professional outside of your place of work as you bombarded his face with kisses. You’d both know he never wanted you to stop. He couldn’t wait.
But for now he had to get through practice. 
Bokuto smiled at him, “Well I just hope you get to relax Omi. You’re always so tense!”
Sakusa nodded appreciatively at his teammate, still just wanting the topic of his time-off to be done with. If they found out what he was doing, they’d find out about you and then he’d have to deal with the annoyance of why he never said he had a partner before. 
Too late, Atsumu wasn’t about to let this go, “You need to get laid on this vacation, that’s what will make you less tense. Trust me.”
Atsumu of course wasn’t that big of a ladies man, being a giant sap himself. He wasn’t celibate either though. This he always tried to push onto Sakusa given that he was under the impression his teammate was single and just too socially awkward to talk to people.
But Sakusa talked to you, he’d even been the first to approach you. Against all odds, Sakusa was really flirty and forward with you. He was also most definitely not a virgin. This wasn’t something he felt the need to defend himself on though. Atsumu thinking he was a virgin with no game didn’t change his active and adventurous sex life with a partner he deeply cared about and trusted. How else would he be able to not rip the idiot’s bleached head off if he wasn’t getting off most nights (and sometimes mornings)?
Coach again yelled at Atsumu to get back to practice, and this time the setter surprisingly obliged since he realized he wasn’t going to get anything out of Kiyoomi. 
Practice went on as usual except for their lunch break. Sakusa normally ate in the bleachers with the rest of the team without engaging in conversation unless forced to. He’d learned early if he tried to eat in his car and talk on the phone with you, Atsumu would knock on his window and try to see what he was up to. 
But today you’d texted him that you were sent home early from work to start off your birthday week early. You were debating taking a taxi or the train home. Sakusa deflated a bit now that he wouldn’t get his usual picking you up kisses. 
Also he was never liked you taking public transit or taxis. It wasn’t safe. You in his car was best. He immediately stepped out to call you. 
“Hi baby! Let me guess, you don’t think I should take either because you picking me up is safest,” You teased immediately.
Sakusa blushed at you knowing him so well, “It is. Should I leave practice early? I could talk to Coach.”
“And tell him what? You have intense diarrhea? Or that you are a worry wart who needs to pick up their partner from work because you don’t trust public transport to get them home safely?”
“Maybe I just like picking you up because it means more time together?”
Sakusa never failed to make you speechless when he got sincere.
“What, no snide comment now?” He teased at your silence.
“I’m thinking of one give me a moment.”
He smiled at that, “Well it’s your birth week so take as long as you need and I am leaving early to come get you. Go the to that café next to your office and get yourself one of everything on my card to kick it off.”
“Kiyoomi,-”
It was his turn to know what you were going to say, “It’s not a big deal for me to leave practice for one day for you. I’d quit volleyball altogether for you.”
“Kiyo, I would never ask you to quit your passion. Plus you’re already taking a whole week off just for my birthday-”
“Celebrating you is more important than practice,” he interjected. 
He didn’t like when you acted like his job was more important than your relationship. He’d leave in the middle of a set if you needed him. You were more important than any game to him. Sure he kept work and home separate, but home always came first. 
“I would like if you came to get me. Do you want anything from the café?” You said softly, accepting his love. It was always hard for you to not push back when you felt he was doing too much, but it did make you feel loved. 
Sakusa smiled, “Just a black coffee. I’ll be there in twenty. I love you.”
Your sweet I love you too fell on deaf ears because in that moment Sakusa looked up from his phone to see his three teammates standing just outside the gym door. Oh fuck, how much did they hear?
“Omi has a girlfriend!” Hinata shrieked. 
Sakusa saw red. This wasn’t supposed to happen this way. He hadn’t planned to hide you forever. But he wanted to do it on his terms, wanted to keep it from getting out in the media, wanted to protect you. 
You’d come to games, but never sat in the team family suite. You preferred to sit in the stands, liking being actually closer to the court so you could see your boyfriend play. Sakusa loved being able to see you in the crowd so it was his preference too. 
But now he was going to have to kill his teammates quickly before he went and picked you up. Then onto your birthday celebration. 
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ceo-of-daichi · 2 years
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I’m feeling v v soft for Ushijima 🥺🥺 I know he’s no Daichi, but imagine him rolling over in the middle of the night, pulling you close to his chest for snuggles and giving little kissies while you sleep 🥺🥺🥺
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❥Pairing | Ushijima Wakatoshi x GN!Reader
❥WC | 200+
❥A/N | Just a lil something something for Ushi😉 Hope you like this? I thought it was a super sweet concept! I actually really enjoy writing stuff for Ushi honestly🥺 (even though I agree he’s no daichi🙃) Once again I wrote this at work so its not proof read!!
Tip-Jar☕️ | Navi | Drabble Masterlist
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It wasn’t often that Ushijima woke up in the middle of the night, in fact it was very rare. He tended to be so exhausted from the day that by the time night rolled around, he was ready for a full night's sleep.
So when his eyes peaked open at just past midnight and he realised he couldn’t return to his peaceful slumber, it confused him. He couldn’t understand why his body would want him to be awake at this time.
Especially because he always woke just before dawn for his morning run.
But as he turned over to attempt to get comfortable, he was met with your slumbering features. He couldn’t help but smile, how could someone look so ethereal when asleep?
You looked so relaxed, so content to be asleep. His mind started to spiral with thoughts about you, how lucky he was to have someone in his life that truly understood him.
As he allowed himself to be consumed with thoughts about you, his eyes widened, he realised why he couldn’t sleep.
He always slept with you in his arms.
Without thinking he carefully wrapped his arms around you, pulling your happily sleeping form flush against his body. A small sigh racked his body as he sleepily pressed kisses against your temple, forehead and basically anywhere he could.
And with you in his arms, he was asleep within minutes. Your head tucked under his chin as he unconsciously brought you closer to him.
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semifilms · 1 year
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ATSUMU, BOKUTO, HINATA, oikawa, tendou, KUROO, aran, kenma, KAGEYAMA, SUNA, hoshiumi, kunimi, SUGAWARA
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kitashousewife · 2 months
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“sorry ‘samu, i hadn’t gotten to those yet,” you sigh, looking at the now folded stacks of his clean laundry you had placed on the bed.
“why are ya apologizing?” he waves you off. he’s working on his socks now, pairing them up one by one. you decide to join them, and he throws a bundle at you. “these are mine anyway. i don’t mind foldin’, baby.”
you can’t help but smile.
“i’m serious though, i was going to do them,”
he shakes his head and snorts. putting the clothes away, he smirks over his shoulder.
“yer my wife, not my ma,” he shuts the dresser one last time, shuffling over to plant a kiss on your head. “we help each other. ya ain’t doin it all alone.”
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sunaluv · 1 year
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more "come get your man"❗❗ with some more haikyuu boys maybe but honestly? whoever you want 🙏
i got u 😉
part 1 here
pairings: osamu, atsumu, kuroo
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OSAMU
onigiri miya was due to close in the next two minutes. you watched your boyfriend close up the counter from your spot on the stool. you liked sitting in when his shop was empty like this, it felt kinda…domestic.
it triggered your thoughts on the future with the hotter twin (in your opinion), you could see yourself walking down the alter to meet him, eating on the floors of your unfurnished home, him standing behind you whilst you rocked your child to sleep—
“hey samu what should i do with these!” you almost rolled your eyes at the voice shouting from the kitchen.
osamu had explained to you how he hired one of his friends from high school to work for him as a favour. she had just finished getting her degree and was looking for work in the area.
you didn’t mind, you were secure in your relationship so there was no reason to be pissed. that was until you had met her and introduced yourself to her as his girlfriend. like a switch had flipped, she instantly started to openly show her hatred for you behind sugar coated insults and not so subtle faces she made only when your boyfriend was out of sight.
you watched osamu’s chest expand in a deep breath. he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair before flipping his cap back on, pecking your temple before heading to the back. “i’ll go see what she wants then we’ll leave, ‘kay?”
you nodded and packed your bag, leaving your space clear and waiting by the counter for your man.
a whole five minutes had passed. you haven’t heard anything which was a sign that you should go investigate, given that girls record.
“…i thought we had a rule for customers showing up before closing time.” a hushed voice whispered.
“we do, there’s no customers here.”
“so who’s still sat out front, you always do this sam—”
ahem.
two faces looked to your spot at the door opening. one looking guilty, one relieved.
“you ready to go samu?” you asked sweetly. “it’s been five minutes and it’s movie night, you know i’m dying to catch up on our franchise.” you not so subtly bragged.
he breathed out through a chuckle. “of course baby, sorry for the hold up. i’m done here anyways.” he walked towards you, missing the dropped jaw of his employee.
you wrapped your arm around his waist before you left, not before smirking at the red-faced girl who was shaking in anger? sadness? embarrassment? you didn’t care.
your shoulders dropped at the chime of the bell followed by the nights breeze as you began your comfortably silent walk home.
“you’re cute when you stake your claim on me ya know?” osamu flicked your forehead.
“shaddap.” you retorted. “if she doesn’t understand boundaries i’ll set them.”
ATSUMU
atsumu was a textbook example of a frat boy. the parties, the girls, the popularity, the girls.
the only stereotype he’s not playing into is dating the leader of the girls sorority house, and some people felt like he’s doing it all wrong.
“omg hi! welcome to—” the cheery voice dripped upon seeing you at the door. “the boys house, who do you know here?”
the girl you recognised as the sorority house leader shamelessly eyes you up and down, twirling the ends of her blonde hair.
if she was here, the rest of the girls were too. they did everything as a culty pack: traveling, partying and even dating. you always thought it was weird how they were all paired with a frat boy, but you never said anything. maybe to them at least.
they obviously hated you for being a rock in their river.
“i’m here for atsumu,” your brow quirked.
her face hardened before plastering into a plastic smile.
“sorry ya just missed him! maybe if you go to—”
“BABY IS THAT YOU!?” a loud, excited voice belonging to your boyfriend shouted.
looking over her shoulder, you watched his blonde locks fly with the wind as he shoved past the girl who let out a disheartened gasp, and picked you up before picking you up and twirling you around.
“i missed you so much,” his soft lips continuously pressed against your face before pouring all his emotion into one last kiss on your lips.
“i missed you too tsum,” you giggled “i was only gone a week though.”
“a week to long! come i have so much to catch you up on.”
again ignoring the fuming girl who had watched the whole interaction, he damn near dragged you up the stairs past all his frat bros who you made sure to shout a greeting at as you passed.
you could hear the rest of the girls from the sorority comforting the girl who was now crying, talkin bout ‘he’ll come around, you two are destined to be together. but you didn’t care, you knew atsumu knew about his rep as a frat bro and he has explained to you about how much he doesn’t care about the ‘dumb stereotypes’ and ‘he likes what he likes, and thats you’.
“you know she likes you right?”
“does she, i thought the only reason she wants me that bad is so their matchup can be completed…”
“that’s part of it, but i feel like she genuinely likes you…” you trailed.
“hey, hey,” he held your cheeks tuning your focus on him. “i don’t care about all that okay? i’m yours and yours alone”
you nodded, placing your hands over his.
“now,” he pulled out his phone going straight to the photos app “let me show ya all you’ve missed.”
KUROO
“tetsuro stopppp,” the girl who had been partnered with your boyfriend for a science project whacked his arm playfully. “omg girl tell your boyfriend to stop.”
you looked at her, then him, then back at her. “stop being a bitch tetsuro.” you played into her antics, drawing out his name like she did.
“not like that, you don’t need to be mean. it was literally a joke.” she mumbled.
kuroo’s eyes met your rolling ones across the table as he shrugged.
“so what are you guys doing after this,” she asked the both of you, but stared at kuroo.
you had explained how you were going to the mall after, so they should probably finish up so you can make it soon.
“you’re going on a date? that’s so cuuuute, there’s actually this really cute place we saw together when—”
“i’ll be right back. toilet.” kuroo stated tensely, sending you an apologetic look as he saw your panicked expression. the both of you knew what her intentions were.
she watched him leave, all the way until the toilet door closed then she turned to you. “can i be real with you a sec, have a heart to heart you know as a fellow sister.”
she didn’t let you respond before she spoke out. “i highkey think tetsu deserves better, he seems really tense around you and i know your dating or whatever but i feel like i could treat him better. i know him.”
woahwoahwoahwhat.
“no.”
“no?”
“no!” you took a deep breath in, before calling her name. “i know you like him, you haven’t even respected me or him enough to hide it. but if you really loved him or knew him, you would know how uncomfortable he feels with you openly flirting with him while he’s in a committed relationship.”
your words hit her like a truck. “you’re not listening to me,” she reached for your hands across the table which you retracted before she could reach. “he needs someone like me, i’m not trying to diss you but you dress kinda bland, your not in many classes together, he doesn’t even talk about you all that often.”
“i do when you overstep, but otherwise i’m just trying to do my work and leave.”
she turned around to see her dear tetsu, arms folded, hurt look on his face. you knew he didn’t like confrontation, so he must have been feeling a strong type of way for him to talk like this.
“tetsu—”
“kuroo.”
“tetsuro,” she stood up placing an arm on his arm which made him step back. “please just come to me, you know we’ll be good together too…”
noticing your boyfriends drastically increased discomfort, you stepped in. “i think you’ve done enough,” you put yourself between the two of them.
wordlessly, you took his larger hand in yours and left the library. after checking up on him, the two of you decided to have a home date instead.
“thanks for stepping in by the way” his voice came out small.
you squeezed his hand. “anything for you tetsu”
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Character: Daichi
Color: Blue
Lyric: Even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you dear (Run by Snow Patrol)
Season: Fall
Ideal Date: cooking dinner together, and slow dancing in the living room after eating.
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The week couldn’t end fast enough. Work had been unnecessarily stressful, and all you wanted to do was to go home and relax. As soon as your eight hours were up, you booked it out of there as fast as you could; you had already given them enough of your time for the week. 
The plan was to take a hot shower and then catch up on some of your favorite shows. But before you even put your key in the lock, you could hear the faint sound of music. Walking through the door, you could see that your original plan was not going to happen. The living room was not in the same state as earlier. The couch and the tables were pushed up against the wall and the carpet was rolled up. You quirked an eyebrow as you called out to your partner. 
“Daichi?” 
The music was turned off and Daichi walked out of the kitchen wearing a blue apron that read ‘Hot Contents: Handle with Caution’.
“______! You’re home sooner than I expected. Go get changed and come back in here, I’ll tell you what I’ve got planned for the evening,” he smiled. 
You gave a light chortle and shook your head. He was always up to something. 
You returned a few moments later in some sweatpants and one of his shirts that you borrowed so long ago that it could now officially be claimed as your own. Daichi was quick to meet you with a hug and a forehead kiss.
“You’re so adorable!”
“Stop that,” you laughed as you broke away from his arms. 
“I’ve been waiting all day for you to get home. I thought we could make dinner together tonight. I went to the store and got all of the ingredients to make your favorite meal!”
You smiled up at him, but your attention quickly went to a pot on the stove where the water was threatening to boil over. You rushed over and began stirring the contents in the pot which caused the foam to subside. Daichi wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. 
“We definitely work better as a team in the kitchen.”
After a few mishaps, several bouts of laughter, and many stolen kisses later, dinner was finally ready. Daichi set the table as you added the finishing touches.
The dinner was delicious and you were glad that Daichi had roped you into helping him. But he wasn’t finished with his antics just yet. 
“If you clear the dishes, I have one more thing I need to do,” he smiled sweetly. You were not immune to his charm, but you made sure your eye roll was over the top while saying “I guess” in the most sarcastic tone you could muster.
“But don’t think you can get out of helping with these dishes, Sawamura!” you called out after him. 
A quick tidy of the table and setting all of the dirty dishes in the sink was all you were able to accomplish before Daichi was back by your side, pulling you into the living room. He had opened the windows so the cool autumn breeze could roll in. Several candles were lit and scattered about on the tables near the walls. 
“I thought we could continue the night with some dancing. You’ve been very busy with work, and we haven’t had a whole lot of time for just us. So, here we are,” he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. 
“Here we are,” you repeated back as you took his hand into yours. He smiled and wrapped you up in a hug. He turned on the music and the two of you swayed and spun around the empty living room. Sometimes, Daichi would sing along. And sometimes, he whispered the lyrics so delicately in your ear. 
“Even if you cannot hear my voice, I’ll be right beside you dear,” he whispered along with the song as it ended. He topped it off with a kiss to the top of your head. 
“I hope you always remember that, ______. I love you very much.”
“I love you, Daichi. Thank you for this wonderful evening. It’s everything I could ever ask for,” you cupped his face and gave the tip of his nose a kiss. 
He repeated the gesture, and soon enough you were enveloped in his arms once more. And in his arms was a place you were sure you would never get tired of.
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☆ — ft. atsumu miya + getting leaked
warnings: 18+, tsumu being nasty
a/n: a little thought of mine, i can totally imagine msby being up in arms because there’s an “alleged” video out.
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atsumu is a nightmare for msby’s pr team.
at this point no one is even surprised when there’s a new viral vid on twitter of him fucking you from behind or stuffing his face in your ass. the lewd photography the two of you take may never have your faces in them but, it’s definitely you two, everyones knows that.
he has no shame, and neither do his teammates. the most recent scandal was a video of him fucking you in the new pair of handcuffs that seemed to get everyone’s attention.
it was another ordinary day for him as he walked in the locker room to see everyone on their phones after practice. the air was tense and everyone was thinking the same thing, he knew that they’d seen it and they were wondering why he didn’t care.
kiyoomi was the first to break the silence, as expected.
“so….miya”
atsumu flips his towel over his shoulder not even sparing his friend a glance. “how many times did you cum from watching it?” he cockily chuckled leaving the rest of the locker room in awe.
“SO IT IS YOU” bokuto exclaimed before starting to laugh along side hinata.
“i have no idea what you’re talkin’ about bo-kun”
the devil was a liar, and so was atsumu miya.
despite lying to his team claiming that the video wasn’t his, he enjoyed toying with the curiosity of others.
sakusa muttered a small “tch” under his breath as he reached into his pocket for his phone.
the video started playing.
atsumu’s lips curl into a smile as he finally turns to face the rest of the locker room as sakusa holds his phone to the blondes face. “that’s literally your girlfriend, miya.”
experiencing it was one thing but watching it was something else. the 20 second video played over and over again of your face stuffed into the sheets as atsumu fucked you full of his cum, your muffled whining echoed throughout the room until sakusa finally turned his phone off.
“she sounds pretty doesn’t she?” he smirked.
everyone was guilty to getting off to you, and atsumu knew that, it simply boosted his pride.
grabbing his bag his walks to the door, but doesn’t leave until spewing condescending words just to keep his friends on their toes.
“knock yourselves out.”
the door closes behind him meanwhile everyone looks at each other confused before receiving a collective notification, to a google drive with all of your porn on it.
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