#haikyuu day 2023
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Day 1: Size kink
I feel like this is gonna be the biggest piece of shit ever, I'm so sorry.
cw: smut, size kink (I'm not even sure), FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT !!!!, penetration, no protection (please wrap it up), strong language (??????)
He's way taller than you. And bigger.
He wasn't one to start hugs even if you two have been dating since high school but you loved how he wrapped you in those big, strong arms.
You loved being on the bed, watching a movie while cuddling only for you to get distracted by his hands, comparing them with yours and playing with his fingers, calloused due to the constant hitting to the volleyball.
You also loved his hoodies: full of his perfume and heavy enough to feel cosy and warm but not too much to feel overwhelmed. Almost like having a second him when he's away.
But what you loved the most was when he came back home from a game abroad.
It didn't matter if it was sooner or later than expected, it ended up the same.
"A-ah!, T-tobio, wait!" You moan softly, his hips slamming against yours with a steady rhythm.
He’s not waiting, of course he isn’t.
Why would he, Kageyama Tobio, wait when he’s doing what he wanted for a month? He waited enough, didn’t he?
You arch your back. Your chest hitting against his and your hands going to his broad back, feeling the tip of his throbbing cock hitting against those sweet spots inside you, making you squirm and scratch his back.
He feels it, you know he does. He feels how deep inside he is. He can see it too with the little up and down that forms on your belly according to his thrusts.
“You’re too tight… shit.” he hisses.
He’s not that talkative during intimate moments like these, but he bites and grunts every once in a while.
“Tobio…t’big!” You whimper, clinging onto him as you throw your head back, leaving him space to bite, kiss and lick. Your legs trembling beside his waist as he leans further onto the mattress to have your back against it, holding the back of your thighs and picking up his pace.
He gets up to look down at your frame. His gaze fixating in the bulge he creates.
He’s well aware he’s bigger and taller than you. That you have to accommodate to it for everything, including sex. And it always made something primal switch on him, even in the most common moments.
His hand goes down to your clit, coaxing a loud moan out of you and making you tighten around him.
“Don’t… do that.” he breathes out, kissing your lips but still going with his ministrations.
“I’m close! Tobio! Tobio, please!” You cry softly, kissing him and grabbing him from his nape to keep him close.
He only bites your lips as he goes faster, a silent ‘Yes’ to your request.
You coat his shaft in your slick and he cums inside you, staying seathed inside you for a while as he rests his body over yours with his head on your neck, under your chin.
He slides a hand over the bulge he’s creating, making you moan softly in surprise.
“Don’t do that, big guy!” You protest, making he smirk as he leaves a trail of wet kisses on your collarbone.
“I’m not that big.” He answers.
“Tobio, you’re 6'16. I’m 5’54.” You state. “You are big. And I know you get off from that alone don’t act all innocent.”
Even if he denies it, you feel it in the way his shaft throbs inside you as you tell him the difference in height between you two.
#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x reader#kinktober#kinktober 2023#hq#hq x reader#kinktober day 1
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snos week day 5: pro osamu
#sunaosa#suna rintarou#miya osamu#miya atsumu#haikyuu!!#sunaosa week 2023#me draws#im one day late forgive me snos gods
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Kinktober, Day 6
song 6- Vibrator + Public
Ft: Public/ métro, Remote vibrator, Oikawa
As dirty as public transit was, it was enjoyable to take with friends. Maybe not as fun to take with your boyfriend because Oikawa was up to extremely mischievous things while you were on the metro. The two of you stood on the crowded train near the back of the cart. He stood over you with the biggest smirk playing on his lips but you didn’t understand what he was smiling about until he held a pink remote to your face.
You quickly pushed his hands down, trying to ensure nobody saw your embarrassing container. “Oikawa! We can’t do that here people will hear!” You whisper shout.
He just smiled and sneakily pressed a button starting your vibrator up. As the immense pleasure washed over you, you felt your legs slightly tremble as Oikawa held your arm to stabilize you. “Nobody will hear if you don’t make noise. We have what, 7 more stops to ride? That gives us just enough time.” His voice and his face were extremely convincing because now he had upped the vibrator speed to two and it was already doing a rager on your sensitive clit. Your legs have yet to fail you due to the pleasure like the other times the two of you had done it. He usually had to hold you up or you had to grab the ledge to something while making a horrible attempt at keeping your composure. Six more stops to go before you could finally let go of the moan you’ve been holding.
“You look so pale, are you ok?” Oikawa asked with fake remorse, he knew exactly why you looked so faint but the man loved to tease when he was giving pleasure. He had gotten a thrill from it. The thrill turned him on so much that he turned the speed up one more. It hit you like a lightning bolt, you allowed a moan to escape you as you slightly toppled down to the floor. Your clit was practically getting beat up by this machine in front of everyone as Oikawa smiled! Two or three people looked to the back of the train, as much as they could during rush hour to see if you were okay but Oikawa already knew the drill and lifted you back up so you could have your back pressed against him as the vibrator continued its assault. “Look at you, making so much noise you’re gonna get us caught~” He moaned in your ear, sending shivers down your body.
As the machine sucked on your clit you leaned your head on his shoulder and let out a soft, airy moan into his ear. “I can’t take it, I don’t think-“ A gasp escaping your lips interrupted you. “I don’t think I can hold it.
Oikawa let the train doors close again before he spoke. “Four more stops, okay baby?” His voice was laced with concern yet his intentions were evil. Even though the train moving through the tunnel was loud, his hand turning up the vibrator once again was louder. “Keep quiet baby.” With a hand over your mouth, you shook against him, letting the vibrator eat at you. How were you even supposed to go see your friends after this when you’d be flustered the whole way there and only think about getting Oikawa home to hop on his cock?
Another stop you passed, your orgasm neared. Making you grind the toy more into your sensitive bits which Oikawa noticed. And being the asshole he was, he waited until your body started to shake telling him that your orgasm was near before turning it off completely. It had felt like your heart had stopped as the vibrator was sitting on you still but you still didn’t make a mess of yourself. Looking to Oikawa, you gave him a confused look but all he did was shine you a bright smile with his perfect teeth. “You didn’t. think I’d let you cum on the train, did you?”
#oikawa x reader#fanfic#xreader#minimoxha#black!reader#anime#oikawa tooru#haikyuu oikawa#hq oikawa#oikawa smut#oikawa torū#oikawa x you#oikawa x y/n#oikawa tōru#oikawa x black! reader#oikawa x any race! reader#kintober 2023#kinktober day 6#minimoxhakinktober
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when summer comes.
a/n: "i am a passenger princess ushijima enjoyer," i say (hewwo, i'm kaija, adult, never learned how to drive).
fandom: haikyuu!!
character: ushijima wakatoshi
genre: fluff
info: established relationship (ushijima is your boyfriend); post-time skip
warnings: -
synopsis: ushijima promises to take you to paris in the summer.
word count: 0.8k
fluff-vember prompt: holiday
fluff-vember 2023 masterlist is here.
Ushijima Wakatoshi
The car would seem too quiet once you dropped Tendou off at a train station a few stops down from his hotel.
You had insisted on driving him the whole way, but he simply wiggled his eyebrows and threw finger guns at you and Ushijima after accepting the ride and getting in your rental car. Something about "not wanting to third wheel", which you had also insisted he wouldn't be. You enjoyed having him around, and it was apparent your boyfriend did too.
Tendou flew in from Paris without his partner, since they couldn't take the time off from work for it. Consequently, he also attended the Shiratorizawa Academy reunion party alone. It gave you the opportunity to get to know your boyfriend's best friend better, which you appreciated, but you would've felt less awkward with Ushijima if Tendou's partner had been beside him.
Tendou exited the car in such a rush that you were suddenly concerned that you'd been driving too slowly. He flashed his phone screen to you, as if he could read your thoughts, and you saw that his partner was calling. You stepped out of the car to see him off, since Ushijima was already waiting on the sidewalk.
Standing beside your boyfriend, you watched Tendou cross the street and practically fly into the train station.
Maybe he wanted to get a head start on showing them a bit about the city he grew up in. At the party, you had heard him telling Ushijima that he was going to film himself eating around Sendai for them while he was here, which you thought was so sweet. The next time Ushijima flew somewhere without you – which would be soon, when game season began – you'd make sure to ask him to take some videos to go along with the pictures of his day that he sent you.
You've been standing outside in the cold for a while, feeling a chill come over you as a signal of the time. As if sensing your discomfort, Ushijima removed his coat to drape it over your shoulders. You pulled it tighter around you after you gave him your thanks.
"Should we get going?" he asked, even if he made no move to leave his spot beside you, resting on a guard rail outside the train station where the two of you had seen Tendou off.
"I thought it would've been nice to see Tendou-kun's partner in person," you said, instead, closing the uppermost button on Ushijima's coat under your chin so that it would stay put around your shoulders, even with the wind. "We could've had a café double date."
He hummed as a means of agreement, leaning closer to you to share his warmth. "Satori would have liked that," he said. "He has excellent taste in pastries. You would enjoy coffee tasting with his partner, too."
The wind tumbled past the train station before you could respond, reminding you to get back in the car and away from the clutch of winter. Without brushing your hair out of your eyes, you immediately turned to nuzzle your face into Ushijima's chest to warm your nose and cheeks.
"Okay, we can go now." Your voice was muffled by his shirt, which was far too thin for the weather. Once again, you marvelled at Ushijima's superhuman heat-generating and cold-resisting ability, much more in awe than you were jealous. It would've definitely freed up a lot of room in your luggage if you didn't get cold as easily as you did.
Pulling away from him and instantly mourning the loss of his warmth, you stretched out your hand for him to hold for the short walk back to the car. Ushijima took your hand and pulled your arm around his waist so that you could continue to use him to stay warm. "I don't want you to get cold," he said, smoothing your wind-tousled hair down and tucking the longer strands behind your ears.
"You spoil me." You gave him an appreciative squeeze as you started down the length of the train station, smiling. He put his own arm around you and returned the gesture, easily matching your steps.
"We can visit Satori and his partner in Paris in the summer," Ushijima said, as he held the door open for you. You paused in your attempt to get in the car, before you righted your posture and stood up straight beside the driver's seat. He repeated himself, giving you time to absorb what he was saying. The smile on your face only grew when his offer set in.
You put your hand on his arm, relishing the way he was solid under your palm. That you weren't dreaming. "That sounds amazing, Toshi," you said. "It won't clash with anything on your schedule?"
Ushijima shook his head, giving you a small smile of his own. "I have time in the late summer."
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#haikyuu!! scenarios#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu x reader#ushijima wakatoshi#ushijima wakatoshi x reader#drabble#fluff#event: fluff-vember 2023#kaija writes#kaija writes: haikyuu!!#i had a small obsession with this man when i first encountered him#ushijima is my hq!! comfort person#i have Thoughts and Feelings about this#but perhaps i'll save it for another day hahaha
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a stargazing date with tsukishima
pairing: college!kei tsukishima x gn!reader
wc: 1.2k
warnings: none
← prev. date | next date →
“Come on,” Kei grumbles as he tugs you along by your hand. “It’s freezing out and it’s getting late.”
Cutting through the park on your way back from class, you’d tried to lure Kei over to a bench, eager to catch a glimpse of the moon and stars before you finished the trek back to your apartment, where Kei would be spending the night. With Valentine’s falling during the week, you and Kei had opted to wait for the weekend to celebrate, giving you ample time to meander your way home — free of obligations. The conditions are ripe to loop Kei into doing something you want to do.
“Aww,” you coo, surging forward to pinch his cheek, “is lil’ Kei too cold? Poor baby.”
He drops your hand in a split second, eyes rolling as he uses his long legs to rush farther ahead of you. “You’re such a pain in my ass. Catch a cold for all I care.”
You pout, backpack knocking against your spine as you lengthen your strides to catch up with him. You take his hand again and grin when he puts up no resistance. “You can’t call me a pain in the ass on Valentine’s Day, Kei,” you scold, furrowing your brows. “That’s, like, against boyfriend law or something.”
Kei kisses your head. “You’re such a...” He draws out the letter as he thinks of the perfect descriptor for you, “... pest? Is that better?”
“Somehow worse.”
“Mm, you know I’m not good with words.” He waves his free hand absentmindedly, pushing his glasses up his nose. Kei moves a few feet before turning back to eye you, watching as you slow to a stop, arm stretching to the point that your fingers are barely woven through his. “You coming?”
All you have to do is jut out your bottom lip before Kei heaves a great, dramatic sigh, his shoulders rising and falling as he huffs, “Fine, but you get ten minutes. That’s it.”
You race up to kiss his cheek, smushing an excited “thank you” into his skin when you pull away.
It’s much too cold to lay back on the ground without a blanket, so instead, you lead Kei over to a bench tucked within a circle of trees. The metal of it is cold beneath your legs as you stare up at the sky overhead.
When Kei plops down beside you, he leans against the back of the bench and curls an arm around your shoulders. “You don’t want to take your backpack off?”
The bag in question is squished awkwardly between your back and the bench, leaving a slight ache in the curve of your spine and the dip of your shoulders.
“Well,” you reply, eyes gazing up at the stars, “it’s not like we’ll be here for very long.”
Your response irks Kei in a way he can’t explain. “Just take it off. You’re being dumb.”
Deciding to go along with his request (a demand, really), you shrug the backpack off and place it on the ground, right up against his. You slide along the metal until you’re hip to hip with Kei, snuggled up to his side.
“First, a pain in the ass and now I’m dumb?” You joke, rolling your eyes as you press your cheek to his shoulder, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you didn’t even want to be my valentine.”
A scoff sounds between you, a puff of air accompanying it. You watch as it dissipates in the darkness. Kei drops a kiss to the crown of your head. “That’s right. You do know better.”
There’s a tenderness in the curl of his arm and the way his lips linger over your hair, his soft breaths ruffling it. You feel warm despite the crisp chill in the air. “Mm, I suppose I do.”
Kei’s head tips back so he can take in the sky. The moon offers you both only a sliver of its silver light, as if giving you a tiny smile and nothing more. The stars are few and far between, blotted out by light pollution and caught behind clouds. Kei wishes it was clearer, brighter for you.
As snowflakes begin to flutter between you, drifting on the gentle breeze, you snuggle even closer, slipping your hand beneath his jacket to keep it warm. The motion, as simple as it is, stirs the question that has been stewing in the back of Kei’s mind for weeks.
He starts with a simple statement. “Yamaguchi’s moving out at the start of the summer.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Moving to his own place, I guess.” Kei continues, “He found a spot closer to his work. It’s a better fit for after graduation.”
“What’re you gonna do?”
Kei can taste the offer on his tongue, can feel the words start to form in his mouth. The cold tip of your nose bumps against the space beneath his jaw and the words get caught. He clears his throat, trying to collect himself.
“I actually had something I wanted to ask you.”
Your head snaps down from the sky and you pull away from his side. Your head tilts in a way that reminds Kei of a confused puppy, and he hesitates. He doesn’t know why this is making him so nervous. It’s just you, after all. And he loves you.
“What is it?”
The worst thing you can say is no, Kei reminds himself. “Well, I was wondering if you’d want to move in with me.”
Kei fixes his glasses and you watch the movement with rapt attention. Your lips part and press together once, twice, before a grin breaks to the surface — all teeth and unrestrained excitement.
“Are you kidding?”
“I wouldn’t joke about this.”
You surge forward and lock your arms around Kei’s neck and squeeze. Kei’s arms loop around your back and he can’t help but squeeze too, relishing in the warm press of your body against his.
“Is this a yes?” He teases, breathing fanning over your ear.
Pushing Kei away, you hold his face in your palms, looking at him like he’s crazy for a moment before you kiss him. It’s clumsy as you grin into it, noses bumping with the force of your eagerness and jostling Kei’s glasses.
“Yes.” Another kiss to his cupid’s bow. “A million times yes.” Another to the corner of his mouth. “How could I ever refuse an opportunity to bother you every day.”
“Don’t make me rescind my offer.”
“You can’t,” you whine with a light swat at his chest. “Not on Valentine’s Day. Deals made on Valentine’s Day are legally binding, you know.”
“That’s news to me.”
You roll your eyes and kiss him again. “I’m really excited.”
Kei offers you a shy smile as his cheeks light up with something more than the bite of the cold. “Me too.” There’s a short pause, and then he adds, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” You wait a minute and he feels the brush of your fingers against his hands. “You wanna head back?”
“Let’s stay here for a while.” His eyes flicker up to the moon and back to you. “The sky looks pretty.”
You curl up beside him again, leaching from his warmth just as you always do. “Aren’t you the one who was in a rush to head home?”
“Mm, I changed my mind.”
“Fine, but we’re making hot chocolate when we get home.”
He rubs a hand up and down your arm, pulling you closer so the length of your thigh meets his. “Sure.”
“With marshmallows?”
Kei kisses the top of your head. “Obviously.”
#moonbeamwritings valentine's day 2023#tsukishima kei x reader#tsukishima kei imagine#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima imagine#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu imagine#hq x reader#hq fluff#haikyuu fluff#tsukishima fluff
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HAPPY SEMISHIRA DAY!! 2023!
#MY NECK.. MY BACK...#HURT!!#but i had to do smth to make up for the fact i am so date-blind#idek when semis bday is like what fake fan#semishira#semishira day 2023#03/10#semi eita#shirabu kenjirou#shirabu kenjirō#eita semi#haikyuu#shiratorizawa#sero draws
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happy haikyuu day!! thank you for being my muses for 3 years 🏐
i realized i don’t draw them much in uniforms so have these old pieces instead 🤸🏻♂️
#queenkeiji#haikyuu#haikyuu fanart#hq#hq fanart#haikyuu!!#ハイキュー#ハイキュー!!#ハイキューの日2023#ハイキューの日#819の日#sakusa kiyoomi#atsumu miya#bokuto koutaro#kuroo tetsurou#haikyuu day
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I started a new series on A03 to archive my favorite BkAk thread fics I've posted on social media. 🥰 I will update this post whenever I add another story. As always, thanks for your support!
Fic #1. "Handle With Care" — Akaashi injures himself during volleyball practice. Thankfully, Bokuto is there to help.
Fic #2. “Surprise!” — Akaashi is not a fan of surprises. Perhaps he's willing to forgive Bokuto for this one, though.
Fic #3. “Gentle” — Akaashi is having a bad day.Good thing his boyfriend is there to pick up the pieces.
Fic #4. “Fanboy” — Akaashi finally shows up to one of Bokuto's pro volleyball games.It doesn't go exactly as Bokuto expected.
Fic #5. “Suit Up!”
Chapter 1: Koutarou — Bokuto wears a fancy, three-piece suit for the first time. Akaashi promptly loses his mind.
Chapter 2: Keiji — Bokuto invites his boyfriend to attend a fancy sponsor event with the Black Jackals. Akaashi gets dolled up for once.
Fic #6: “I’m all in:” Akaashi receives an email with news that changes his and Bokuto's life forever. Or: Two young lovebirds finally move in together.
Fic #7: "Forever:" Keiji is faced with discrimination at Koutarou's sister's wedding. Thankfully, the Bokutos won't let it stand.
Fic #8: "Someday:" Bokuto and Akaashi visit a gay club for the first time as a couple. The experience leaves a big impression on Bokuto, giving him hope for the future.
Fic #9: "A New Tradition:" Akaashi never cared much for New Years. Everything changes when he and Koutarou start dating.
Fic #10: "Case in Point:" Akaashi hadn’t thought it was a big deal when he purchased an MSBY Black Jackals #12 phone case. Of course, his boyfriend just had to go and make it into something.
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Inktober Day 27 : Beast
#my art#inktober#inktober 2023#inktober day 27#beast#haikyuu!!#hq#hinata shouyou#crows#karasuno#ace week#asexuality awareness week#asexuality#♤
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Originally posted on twitter!
happy birthday kageyama tobio, our most beloved pouty, blueberry boy 💙 here's a lil fic for u:
When Tobio is surprised with a huge chocolate cake on his 27th birthday, he starts to think about some pillars in his life.
He thinks about how he's in a new team, living a whole new routine, but everything around him feels deeply nostalgic.
From the smiles of his teammates when they win a game, the caresses he receives on his hair and his high school friends annoying him during their video calls, to the sight of his sister preparing curry whenever she visits him, everything is new but still old.
Because Kageyama Tobio's been surrounded by loved ones for years, always creating bonds with them. It's a reality he always dreamed of for his future and only later realized he already had it.
Trust, peace, love. He's had all of these feelings for years. And he is sure that he's truly, unconditionally loved as soon as Shoyo pulls him into a crushing hug, tiptoeing to rest his head on the crook of Tobio’s neck. He feels warm.
Like always, their bodies feel warm together. They feel complete. Tobio can't help but smile at such feelings.
“I can't believe you lied to me.” Tobio whispers, rubbing his face against his boyfriend’s soft curls. “I thought you'd only arrive tomorrow.”
“Surpriseee,” Shoyo sing-songs, sounding delighted as he rubs his head against Tobio’s body. “I told you I'd get revenge on your birthday!”
“Dumbass.” Tobio’s smile grows wider. He remembers surprising Shoyo on his birthday, in June. And now he's being surprised in December.
Shoyo had said that the flight from Brazil to Italy was delayed, so Tobio didn't imagine finding him in the hallway—singing happy birthday with a cake in hands—as soon as he opened the door.
But it's a wonderful surprise. The best gift Tobio could have gotten that day.
They break apart and keep eye contact for long seconds, admiring each other’s features with dreamy looks. Then, Shoyo gently cups Tobio’s face to stroke his soft cheekbones with his thumbs, a gentle touch that he knows Tobio loves.
“I missed you, querido,” Shoyo says, voice filled with love and affection. Tobio is totally mesmerized by his boyfriend’s honey eyes, and he only stops looking when they close their eyes as soon as Shoyo leans up to plant a peck on his lips. “Happy birthday, Tobio.”
It's just past midnight and Miwa suddenly calls him, like she always does every year.
Before answering, Tobio only has time to pull Shoyo closer to press his lips against his once again, two vibrant smiles meeting each other tenderly. It's quick, but enough for now.
Tobio wouldn't want to change anything about that perfect day.
~ Fim 💙
#影山飛雄生誕祭2023#kagehina#haikyuu!!#kageyama tobio#happy birthday kageyama tobio!!!! i love you so much#kageyama day#aaaaaa#i love them#hq fic#fic writing#my fic#aaaand post
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Angstober 2023 - Day 11
Prompt: "Beyond Recognition" - (167 words)
Character: Miya Osamu - Haikyuu!!
Ship(s): Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou
Tags: Post-Timeskip, One-sided Relationship
Warnings: None
Right Where You Left Me - Taylor Swift
People had always called Atsumu the dumb twin, the egoistical twin. Atsumu had always been the one they had ignored and shoved out of their lives. As if he didn’t exist.
Now that he was a famous volleyball player, working with the Black Jackals team, it was Osamu who was easily overlooked. Of course, he had a successful career as well, owning two restaurants named “Onigiri Miya” – one in Osaka and one in Tokyo. But that wasn’t what he was upset about.
It was Rin, his boyfriend. The one who was so busy with his practices and matches to pay attention to him, to spend an evening with Osamu. He didn’t even say hello when he came to one of the matches to advertise for his business and sell his onigiri to the audience.
Did he perhaps…not recognise him anymore?
Of course, he had let his hair return to its natural brown state and it was growing a little long now, but that wasn’t that much difference…right?
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Hi everyone! Today's the first day of the Fandom Pride Parade, run by @magicalmonthlyprompts. When I saw today's prompt, Hot Pink/Sex, I decided to merge it with a little NSFW idea I had for KuroKen, and the result is this story! In "Happy to Serve," Kenma's had a really, really bad day, but luckily, he's got Kuroo to make him feel better.
Please make sure to heed the tags on this one, and enjoy!
#haikyuu fanfiction#kuroken#Kuroo x Kenma#Kuroo Tetsurou#Kozume Kenma#magical monthly prompts#fandom pride parade 2023#happy to serve#kenma's had a bad day#kuroo is happy to help#kuroo's the best significant other#heed the tags
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sunaosa week day 2: dreams ✨️✨️
#sunaosa#suna rintarou#miya osamu#sunaosa week 2023#haikyuu!!#me: im just gonna do a little doodle each day for snos week / also me:
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Doctor Hanahaki - The Memories that Never Return [12]
Doctor Hanahaki Prequel: Whumptober spinoff!
Whumptober day 12: Insomnia, "I'm up, I'm up!" and Lyric prompt
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I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?
Konoha is tired.
Japanese, to math, to English, to practice, and restless nights built on anxiety and stress. He slumped into class, his vision spotting as he leaned his head on the desk, drowning out the lessons on English waiting for sleep to take him. The only place which lulls him to sleep is the desk as he falls further into stress trying to stay ahead. He hasn't slept well in days, but who's counting? Surely not him, his parents, or his team.
Why is it that his eyebags are seen as a badge of honor and not a cry for help?
"Konoha-" his friend poked him awake, a concerned expression all over her face. "Get up, before Professor Lin comes in-" she was shaking him awake, Konoha struggling as absent tears of exhaustion ran down his face. "Oh my god... Konoha? Are you alright?"
Konoha blinked a few times, turning his head and giving a small grin. "I'm awake, I'm good."
Bokuto is tired.
He trudges through volleyball practice as if it is his only lifeline. Nightmares keep him restless, waking him when he finally manages to fall asleep as he spends the rest of his night messaging peers for comfort or scrolling through older videos and pictures with Akaashi. He didn't think it would hit him as hard as it did, but being on the court didn't feel right. His teary eyes clouded his vision from time to time, and his spikes grew lackluster. He watched as many of the scouts stopped approaching his games, a select few sticking around for the rare moments when Bokuto's talent would shine.
Why is it they only care when he is okay?
"Bokuto," it was a game against a neighboring town, surprisingly one of their better games without Akaashi. One of the scouts approached Bokuto, frowning at the tired eyes lacking any love in the sport. "I heard about your teammate, I hope he recovers soon."
"Thank you, madam," Bokuto nodded, his voice trailing off. "I'm sorry I haven't been on my A-game. I haven't been sleeping too well."
The woman nodded, reaching into her pocket. "I can imagine," he pulled out a business card, a small animal logo printed on the side with the letters MSBY under it. "My name is Nila Rochester, I am one of the scouts for the MSBY black jackals. We're impressed with your work. I'll be coming to more of these games."
Bokuto nodded, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion as the adrenaline of the game died off. "Thank you."
Akaashi is tired.
He tosses and turns in that small hospital bed, waiting for any type of relief as this strange disease rocks his entire body. Shaking with tremors, shaking with fever, shaking from the constant coughing which left his voice as dead as the doctors predicted he would be within a few months. School was no longer a part of his life, not that he could focus for more than an hour at a time. His scholarship gone, his reputation destroyed, his whole-being utterly wrecked. He still held on to the friends who cared the most, Bokuto.
Why is it that he is always thinking of Bokuto?
There was nobody to save him, as he watched the clock in the room tick past the devil's hour in the room which only used the moonlight to illuminate his world view. Akaashi was exhausted, though his body never seem to give himself a break. He glanced out the window from his bed, seeing the stars. One day, he figured he would be up there. So would his friends and family, and they would meet again soon.
Akaashi had heard the doctors discussing a surgery with amnesia, simple overhearing, nothing too hopeful. He wonders if he has amnesia when he dies, will his soul still remember the life he's lived?
Will he still remember the people he's loved?
#whumptober 2023#I haven't slept in days but who's counting?#no.12#fandom#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#fanfiction#insomnia#sleep deprivation#doctor hanahaki prequel#haikyuu konoha#haikyuu bokuto#haikyuu akaashi#akaashi keiji#bokuto koutarou#konoha akinori#whumptober#whump
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First Times
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The first time they’d kissed, it had come as a complete shock. Not only to themselves, but to their teammates as well. Though Yaku had sworn up and down that this would happen sooner or later.
It had happened during an especially intense match, both teams’ scores neck and neck. When one team scored, the other scored right after. It had been damn near impossible for either to get ahead. Until the very end of the game.
Kenma had been the one to make the winning move. He hadn’t had much energy left (the game had been going on for far too long), but he’d mustered up what he could to slam the ball back towards the other team; the buzzer sounding right as it hit the ground.
It had happened before Kenma could even register what was going on; Kuroo had scooped him into his arms, holding him up in victory. And then they were kissing.
Kuroo’s lips were on his; soft and warm against his own chapped ones. His heart was beating so fast he swore it would leap out of his chest. He’d dreamed of kissing his best friend for so long but he had never thought it would become a reality. In all honesty, he thought Kuroo would never feel this way about him, but he was being proven wrong now.
His grip on him was firm, arms wrapped around him to keep afloat. He’d thought of this a million times, how it would feel to have his arms around him, holding him tight just like this. How his black hair felt as they went through his fingers. It was almost like a dream.
Kuroo pulled away too soon and Kenma had to stop himself from chasing after his lips, but he’d remembered where they were once the blood had stopped rushing in his ears, letting the sounds around him be heard.
His eyes fluttered open and he was met with Kuroo’s signature smirk. He didn’t give him time to say a word before he wrinkled his nose and pushed himself away.
“Don’t act so proud,” He had told him before he walked off to lineup but not before shooting his own smirk back at his best friend.
They didn’t talk about it on the way home. There wasn’t even a word uttered between them. Kenma didn’t even dare look at him for fear that his face would go embarrassingly red again.
It wasn’t until they both had finally reached Kenma’s home and they were sitting in his room that the blond finally looked over at his friend.
Whatever words he was going to say got stuck in his throat. The way Kuroo was looking at him was so tender and full of love. How had he never noticed?
Instead, he moved closer and simply closed the distance that was between them, fingers reaching out and grabbed the collar of Kuroo’s shirt as he pressed his lips to his.
Their first kiss had definitely been expected but not unwelcome.
#haikyuu#hq#kuroken#kozume kenma#kuroo tetsurou#day 2 of kuroken week 2023#only got a couple more...I didn't finish the week whoops lol#my writing
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a parisian date with tendou
pairing: timeskip!satori tendou x gn!reader
wc: 1.4k
warnings: none
the poem referenced at the end is “Les Amoureux” By Madeleine De Scudéry
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“My babbbyyyy,” Satori sing-songs, arms spread wide to greet you at the airport. “My baby’s here!”
You all but slam into his chest and within seconds he’s lifting your feet from the floor, twirling you around as he presses dozens of little kisses wherever he can reach. Satori lets out a pleased sigh as he squeezes you closer, crushing you into a hug.
“I missed you so much.”
You capture his cheeks in your palms and plant a sweet kiss on his lips. “I missed you more.”
He returns you to your feet, but doesn’t let you slip away so easily. As you start to walk towards the exit, Satori loops his arm around your shoulders, tugging you close until no space remains between you. “Nuh-uh. Not possible. I almost withered away and died without your kisses!”
“You sound like Tinker Bell,” you tease, pinching his cheek.
Satori puffs his chest out a bit as you stop to wait for your cab to pull up. “We’re the same, her and I. We understand each other.”
The two of you make idle chit-chat as you push your weight into his side, his arm curled tightly around your waist, occasionally exchanging kisses to keep Satori alive.
When the cab finally pulls up, Satori is quick to pull your suitcase from your palm and the backpack from your shoulders, carefully packing them into the back of the car. Snapping the trunk of the taxi shut, Satori grins at you eagerly. “Are you ready for a Valentine’s Day in Paris, baby?”
The Valentine’s Day festivities start with a trip to the bakery down the road. On the walk there, Satori tells you he comes nearly once a day for a coffee and to gossip with the sweet older woman who owns the place. Apparently, he started watching her cat in exchange for French lessons and now they’re a dynamic duo.
She gushes when the bell over the door signals Satori’s arrival, reaching across the counter to smooch both his cheeks. And when she locks eyes with you, she gives you much the same treatment, excitedly rambling in French.
Unfamiliar with the language, all you can do is smile and nod as Satori responds in stride. It flows from his tongue with practiced ease, hands moving animatedly as he gestures to you and then to the display case. You catch a thank you and a chocolate croissant order somewhere in there, but that’s where your French knowledge starts and ends.
When she turns to pull the treats he ordered from the glass display case, Satori worms his arm around your waist, brimming with pride. “She said you’re very beautiful, and she’s mad that I haven’t brought you around before.”
“You talk about me?”
His grin only grows. “Of course I do! Nicolette knows everything.” He pinches your side. “Even about all the times you’ve drooled all over my pillows.”
Scandalized, you reel back. “You didn’t.”
A kiss lands on the crown of your head in an attempt to soothe you. You can feel Satori’s smile against your hair. “I’m kidding. She thinks you’re un ange — an angel.”
Your cheeks burn as he pulls away and takes the box of treats from Nicolette. You both give your thanks, and she tells Satori to bring you back in before you leave. With a promise that he will, you set off to eat your pastries in the park.
Bellies full to bursting with fresh pastries and with sunshine warming your cheeks, Satori brings you to what he calls hidden gems. The streets bustle with life as he brings you first to a bookstore with old wooden floors and a creaky staircase that leads to shelves of vintage books that stretch far above your heads.
Satori plucks a thin book with a red spine and gold lettering from the shelf and smiles. Long, lithe fingers flick through the different pages, his eyes scanning over the letters. In the silence, you crowd his space, peering over the top of the book to catch a peek at the yellowing pages.
When his eyes meet yours, he taps the tip of your nose. “They’re love poems.”
“Since when are you a poetry kinda guy?”
He tucks the book under his arm and takes your hand. “Mm,” Satori fixes you with a gaze you can only describe as sweet before he leans in to kiss you. “I’m feeling inspired.”
The next “hidden gem” is a tacky, over-the-top souvenir shop close to the heart of the city. It’s jam-packed with tourists, all standing shoulder to shoulder as they peruse the Eiffel Tower-shaped hat options and the gaudy shirts with Paris plastered across the front with an Eiffel Tower as the “A”.
“This is a hidden gem?” You ask, cringing at the neon pink lettering of the shirt in front of you.
“Maybe not hidden,” Satori corrects, plopping one of the hats on your head, “but definitely a gem.”
The moment you’re able to, he crams you into the photo booth in the far corner, taking a little photo with a poorly designed Parisian border, one decorated with baguettes and berets and bright red hearts. In it, he’s squishing your cheeks in his palm to give you a fish face and pushing his nose into your cheek, lips puckered.
You leave that store with a keychain that proudly displays the new photo and a design that reads, “the city of love” plastered in sparkly black font below it.
Satori’s tour of Paris continues with a brief stop at his work for chocolate. There, a photo of the two of you together is pinned on the family cork board behind the counter. And as Satori puts his order in, his co-workers threaten to steal you away from him, friendly affection for your boyfriend glimmering in their smiles and hidden in their jokes.
Next, he brings you to a quiet rose garden tucked away from the hustle and bustle; a spot where you spend a quiet moment, munching on delicious chocolates and taking a break from the onslaught of tourists.
“Act natural.”
“What?”
With the dull snap of a stem, Satori tucks a soft pink, and thankfully thornless, garden rose behind your ear. Once it’s perched in its new spot, he presses a kiss to the shell of your ear before whispering, “You’re really not supposed to pick the flowers.” He pushes a stray hair away from your face, jostling the rose a bit as he does. “But I think they can make a Valentine’s exception, don’tcha think?”
After a long day filled with food and little shops and the warmth of Satori’s hand in your own, the whirlwind tour of his new home city comes to an end at the base of the Eiffel Tower at ten o’clock at night. Tourists and locals alike still meander about, sharing kisses beneath the twinkling landmark, but the cool night air has quieted the sidewalks, giving you a moment of peace.
The moon sits high and bright in the sky, as you curl up between Satori’s legs, his chin hooked over your shoulder as he reads from the love poems book resting in your lap. Love settles and blooms between your ribs as beams of moonlight decorate the pages and kiss Satori’s fingers where they curl around the book. Your hand moves on its own, coming up to circle his wrist, rubbing a soothing thumb into his skin.
Satori’s voice travels on the breeze, the French rolling from his tongue in soft lilts — a poetry reading just for you. “... Les indifférents n'ont qu'une âme; Mais lorsqu'on aime, on en a deux.”
The concluding line is punctuated with a beat of silence and a kiss to the plush of your cheek.
“What does it mean?” You ask quietly, as if speaking any louder will shatter the moment.
He rereads the poem, kissing your temple every few lines. “... The indifferent have but one soul,” he translates, “but when you love, you have two.”
You nuzzle your cheek into his before turning in his arms, capturing his jaw in your palm and leaning in for a kiss. It feels like a promise, a press of your lips with a sense of finality. At that moment, you decide you never want to do this with anyone else.
“I love you,” you tell him the moment you part.
He regards you with honeyed affection, snuggling close to peck your nose and then your cheek before finally meeting your lips again. As the light of the Eiffel Tower casts his face in pretty, amber shadows, he assures you, “I love you more.”
#moonbeamwritings valentine's day 2023#tendou x reader#tendou imagine#satori tendou x reader#satori tendou imagine#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu imagine#hq x reader#hq imagine#tendou fluff#haikyuu fluff
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