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kodaiki · 2 years

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꒰ 8:45 P.M. ꒱❛ miya atsumu x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

“you don’t get to just do that!” you scold the taller man, feeling your cheeks flush hotter than they already were.

roommate!atsumu stands tall in front of you, crossed arms over his chest as he looks over at you boredly - boredly! he has the audacity to act nonchalant in the middle of getting an earful from you!

“do what?” he asks, jutting his chin out in feign innocence.

“do what-" you scoff, repeating him. “you third wheeled my date!”

“wasn’t your date the dinner?” atsumu asks skeptically, putting a hand to his chin in thought. “i didn’t third wheel nothin’.”

you groan in frustration at the blond. miya atsumu may be your roommate and best friend, sure, but you wanted to strangle him ninety-nine percent of the time.

you’d gotten back from a date just an hour prior, bringing your date home along with you since he (and well, you didn’t mind) wanted to continue after your reservation at the nice spot in the center of town.

“you can’t seriously by playing dumb right now,” you mutter, turning away from him as you trudge back over to the living area where coasters and a near empty (mostly atsumu’s doing) bowl of chips are settled on an end table. first, you put the coasters back in their place on the lower shelf of the table for the next time you have company — thanks to atsumu though, you don’t think that’ll be soon.

then, grabbing the bowl, you walk back toward the kitchen where atsumu’s leaning against the counter, closely watching your movements.

“the first date i’ve had in months and the guy’s never gonna call again,” you continue muttering. it’s toward your roommate but you’re not exactly talking to him, more like talking into the air, well aware he’d catch it.

at your less frustrated expression, atsumu's original playful and mischievous gleam in his eye dissipates. you look more solemn, shoulders hunched as you do the dishes in the sink – after all, it was your turn to do the chores.

“to be fair, i don’t think you’d want a guy like that calling again. to have to be told to take off his shoes when entering our home? i can already tell what sort of man that is,” atsumu huffs, remembering the way the man so casually stepped into your apartment, following you, watching you slip off your heels – heels atsumu knew you hated wearing since they always left a blister at your pinky toe – and just, waltz in without taking off his shoes.

“he apologized!“ you quip back, glaring at him over your shoulder. “maybe he’s raised different.”

“sure.” the faux blond rolls his eyes as he recalls the way the man (now come to think of it, atsumu doesn’t even remember his name) apologized quickly to you when he’d been the one to tell him to take off his shoes in a rather dry tone. apologizing for the sake of it, atsumu thinks, because just two minutes after walking in he’s asking for some wine. asking!

“he was nice all night and you were being so hostile and interrupting us,” you chide, going back to scrubbing a plate in the sink.

“he was nice to you,” atsumu clarifies. “man didn’t like me the second he walked in-“

“-demanding a man to take off his shoes isn’t exactly a polite hello,” you cut off knowingly but atsumu continues anyway.

“-so of course i was hostile.” not to mention, atsumu wants to add, the way said man stared at his dear, beloved roommate as if she were a meal, only melting her resolve with sly compliments and an innocent act. “he gave me weird looks,” he settles on instead.

“can’t imagine why.”

he could tell the minute your date walked through the door, charming smile gracing his lips as you stepped inside, he had more plans than just dinner and some home snacks. nah, atsumu thinks with a sneer, he wanted dessert.

but damn, if atsumu’s chest didn’t swell with pride and confidence at the slight falter in your date’s reaction to him, a roommate you were vague talking about (so vague you didn’t mention it was a man at all).

it helped that he could tell the guy was a sleaze, finding any excuse to set the mood; drinks, a rom-com playing on one of the movie channels of your cable box, shutting off the lights. yeah, atsumu had fun barging through the living room of your apartment every fifteen minutes, claiming he needed something, either from the kitchen or the living area itself.

atsumu walks up next to you, holding a hand out. it’s a subtle attempt to lighten the mood, helping you dry the dishes as you wash them, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“you probably made him feel uncomfortable,” you pout, passing him a mug to dry.

that was my intention, he thinks. “by just bein’ me? hm, i think that’s a him problem then.”

“still, he wasn't being outright rude to you, or me! he-"

"right, because he was nice," atsumu drawls out, rolling his eyes.

"yes," you answer, matter-of-factly. "nice."

"these quote, nice guys, aren't it, gotta tell 'ya." he crosses his arms as he sighs out, looking as if he knows all, as if he's about to give you some wise words. good thing you know he's miya atsumu so you don't expect too much.

"oh yeah?" you muse, light smile curling one side of your lips, a reaction he was hoping for.

"definitely. it's all a facade covering up all their severely red flags. 'ya need a guy who can tease ya, make fun of ya, y'know the type to laugh first when you fall and then ask if you're alright."

"oh, so someone like you then?" you stifle a laugh at his blatant autobiography. you don't notice the underlying meaning of your question when you ask it but atsumu does.

he freezes for a second, glancing at your genuine curiosity. "y-yeah," he stammers, grateful that you don't catch it, reaching up to put away a dried bowl back into a cabinet. "someone fun. not "nice"."

"an asshole," you reveal with a teasing lilt, awaiting his response. atsumu whips his head toward you, brows furrowed at your insinuation. at the playful gleam in your eyes, all frustration settled between your brows fully gone, he relaxes.

"sometimes," he clarifies, looking down at you amusedly.

"mm," you hum out in disagreement. "i think it's always."

"yeah?" he tests, raising a brow at you. "didn't i bring an umbrella to your job so you wouldn't get stuck in the rain?"

"fine, fine." you brush him off, waving your arms.

"or that time i bought you lunch 'cus you forgot your bento?"

"i get it-"

"driving you home from that god awful date you had three months ago?"

"atsumu-!" your voice is pitched higher in embarrassment, remembering the circumstances.

"what about the time i saved you from a nice guy who probably isn't so much of a nice guy?" his voice is quiet then, looking deeply at you.

your mortified expression shifts into a softer one, absorbing his words. although atsumu came off as a prick ninety percent of the time, he really did have your best interest at heart — even though your best interest could only satisfyingly be him.

“he talked about his workout routine all the way here,” you mumble out of nowhere, feeding into atsumu’s perception.

“i knew it!” he snaps his fingers and looks at you victoriously. “that’s total douche behavior if y’ask me. dodged a bullet, doll.”

you sigh out a laugh, lips curling up at his eager expression. “guess I did. besides,” you pause, bumping his shoulder with yours, despite the height difference. nothing but an affectionate tone slips between your lips and as it seems, you’ve forgotten whatever you’d been annoyed at him for. “i think i’m keen on a particular asshole in my life anyway.”

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levi-supreme · 7 months

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Let's have a baby

Characters: Daichi x fem!reader

Genre: Haikyuu!! modern universe (fic is set in 2018)

Warnings: Smut, minors and ageless blogs DNI. Established relationship (Daichi and reader are married). Breeding kink. Very slight daddy kink (if you squint). Brief use of restraints. Haikyuu!! post-timeskip spoilers. Reader insert (y/n). Reader is East Asian (Japanese) coded but no physical descriptions are being used. Japanese terms (-chan, -san, -kun etc.) being used. Use of 'mama' and 'papa'. Daichi and reader are implied to be the same age (one mention).

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: My first post of Kinktober 2023 is here!! Starting the event with some breeding kink from my chonky captain Sawamura Daichi <3 this is my first official contribution to the haikyuu fandom, and here's to more hq fics in the future!!

[10/10/2023] Cross posted to AO3!! Read on AO3 here.

Haikyuu!! master list | Main master list | Rei's tag list

If you could compare your husband to anything in the world, it would be a tree. Sawamura Daichi has been the same person ever since you met him eight years ago. From being the first year student who was always enthusiastic about volleyball to the dependable and reliable captain of the Karasuno High School boys' volleyball team. From being your classmate to dating each other and getting married straight after graduation, Sawamura Daichi has always been the same: Steadfast, sincere, and a fantastic person inside out. And just like a strong tree that can withstand the different seasons and the passing of time, he stood strong and steady, unwavering no matter the situation.

Daichi was never one for anything impromptu or unplanned, which was why it utterly surprised you when he said, "let's have a baby" softly in your ear while you two were cuddling in bed one night with your head lying on his chest. The deepness of his voice caught you by surprise.

"W-what did you say, Daichi-kun?" what a stupid question. You clearly heard what your husband said. How could you not?

"You heard me, y/n-chan. Let's have a baby." Daichi chuckled, eyes turning into little crescents. Flipping you on your back, Daichi's eyes never left you, studying your face as he tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

"I-I don't know, D-Daichi-kun, I mean—" you gulped nervously, avoiding your husband's eye, "we're only 24."

"We've been married for a while. I think we're both ready. It's time we have kids of our own, don't you think?" planting a soft kiss on your forehead, Daichi said something that made you widen your eyes.

"Let's have kids before Tanaka and Shimizu do."

"Daichi-kun!!!" You couldn't control your laughter anymore and smacked your husband playfully on the chest. Trust him to say something like this! "Having kids isn't a game of betting, Daichi-kun! Also, don't call Kiyoko-chan Shimizu anymore. It's Tanaka now."

Daichi laughed before kissing you again, this time with a little more pressure on your lips. "I'm serious, y/n-chan. I'm ready to start a family with you. A mini you, or a mini me. Maybe both, maybe more. I want you to have my kids, my dear. Our kids. I want to have a family with you. Our family. "

You stared at your husband, trying to look for a flaw in his plan, any small hint that he was just pulling your leg. No, you thought to yourself, it can't be. Daichi-kun never lied. Daichi-kun would never joke about something like this.

"You're lucky I love you, Sawamura Daichi," you smiled as you cupped his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss, "I can't believe you actually had a bet with Tanaka-kun over something like this."

"What if I told you it was Suga's idea?" your husband chuckled once more as he slowly removed your top, "we've always talked about forming a Karasuno junior volleyball club with our kids in the future."

"We're not having six kids, Daichi-kun." you warned him as you snaked your hands up his chest, lacing them around his neck, "two is enough." Hearing you, Daichi let out another smile again, swiftly kissing you on the lips.

"So you're agreeing to having kids?"

"Yes, my dear husband, before I change my mind." and with that said, you gave him a full kiss, feeling him roam his hands across your clothed chest. Arching your back, Daichi removed your bralette and started massaging your soft breasts, knowing damn well how much you love it when he played with them. His hands were calloused, yet they were so soft and gentle against your skin. His thumbs drew circles around your nipples, his tongue now seeking permission to enter your warm cavern. You let out a hum of happiness as Daichi lightly bit your lower lip, gasping as he started pinching your sensitive peaks.

"Close your eyes for me, please?" he suddenly whispered against your ear, causing goosebumps to appear. Bewildered, you closed your eyes and wondered what Daichi was up to. You heard him opening a drawer and ransacking through something, and suddenly, you heard the rustling of metal and then something cold was bound to your wrists.

"DAICHI-KUN!!"—your eyes shot open—"please don't tell me you took them from work?" your husband merely chuckled as he kneeled before you, trapping your body between his knees.

"You know I can't bring any equipment home from the police station, y/n-chan. I bought these. Somewhere." You tilted your head and saw the handcuffs around your wrists. They did look flimsier and thinner than the ones police officers normally use.

Daichi smirked as he slipped his fingers into your underwear, pulling them down to your ankles. Holding your hands up above your head with one strong arm, he dove down on your breast and started sucking your nipple while his free hand massaged the other. You let out another groan when his tongue and finger started to draw circles around your areola, the ticklish sensation making you wiggle your toes.

"Oh yes, yes, dear, just l-like that—'' you whined as you squirmed around, rubbing your hip against his groin. You could feel Daichi's boner strained against his shorts, but being the ever-so-attentive husband he always was, you knew he wouldn't let you do anything for him until he made you cum at least once. Switching to taste your other nipple, Daichi's hand snaked down your body, fingers pressing lightly on your clit before tracing circles. You let out another hum, unknowingly trying to loosen your hands from his iron-tight grip.

"Uh-huh, Sawamura-san, don't try to wiggle yourself out." your husband teased once more, rubbing your clit a little harder. His grip on your cuffed wrists tightened, feeling your entrance moisten after a while. Picking up some of your slick, Daichi continued his touch on your clit as he sat upright, admiring your sweaty form below him. Your eyes were shut and your jaw was hanging loose with gasps of hot breath escaping your pretty lips. His wife looked so beautiful, he couldn't help himself but to smile as he stared.

"D-Daichi-kun… mhm, y-yeah, my clit—fast-faster—mmm—" you groaned again, feeling your incoming orgasm. Your body was tingling with excitement and your hip ground against his fingers, silently seeking more friction. "Oh god, Daichi-kun, mmm, my nipple, s-suck on my n-ni—" your sentence was stuck when you felt Daichi's lips enclose around your nipple, once more teasing your bud with small, slow circles using his tongue. Damn it, you cursed in your head. He always knew the right spots to touch to get your body fired up. He always knew the right pace to set to fuel your need. He always knew when was the right time to go slow, and when to go fast.

"You cumming for me, dear?" Daichi hummed, tiling his chin slightly to look at your face. He knew you were close; he could tell from the way you were panting and the way your hip was moving. You tried to say 'yes' but all that came out were just whines again. Increasing his speed on your nipple and your cunt, Daichi gave your body a final push until you convulsed, the coil in your belly finally snapping as you felt your essence flow out. Letting you catch your breath, Daichi sat upright once more and slowly removed his shirt, leaving him in his cotton shorts.

Regaining your composure, you looked at your husband, registering the scene before you. Years of playing volleyball in the past really did his body good. Years of training and working as a police officer made his body look even better. His rock hard chest, his strong arms, his well defined abs, his muscular thighs—

"If you continue to stare at me like that, I'll have to clean up your drool."

"Don't worry, dear, I can wipe my drool myself," you scoffed, moving your hands back down, "if you let these handcuffs go."

"No."

"Please, Daichi-kun, let me touch you, hmm? Pl—"

"No," he replied a little more firmly this time, yet he still had a smile on his face, "these are going to be on you the entire night. You just need to lie down here and let me do everything, 'kay?" Daichi leaned down and cupped your hot cheeks, staring deep into your eyes.

"The only thing I need you to do tonight is to take as much of me as you can, hmm? Can you do that for me, Sawamura y/n?"

God damn it, you cussed again. His unwavering stare caused you to take a nervous gulp. He really knows how to rile me up, huh. Without a word, you hooked your arms around his neck again, pulling him towards your lips.

"Fill me up, Daichi."

An urgent kiss followed after your words, giving Daichi no time to respond. Focusing on the kiss and how your tongue was impatiently prodding his mouth to gain more access, Daichi fumbled to remove his shorts and boxers, his hard-on finally springing free from its restraints.

Wiggling out of your locked arms, Daichi looked at you while he stroked himself a few times, pulling his foreskin down to expose his tip. Your hair was in a mess and sprawled all over the pillow, your chest was heaving and your body was glistening with remnants of sweat. "D-do me a favour, y/n-chan."

Your answer came out a little breathy, "... yeah?"

"Squeeze your boobs together," Daichi groaned while he rubbed his tip at your entrance, please to find it still moist from your orgasm earlier, "w-with your arms."

"Hmm… like that?" acting modest, you squeezed your breasts together with your arms, shooting your husband a coy look, knowing exactly what he wanted. The moment he saw your soft mounds pushed together, Daichi lost all sense of control and let out a loud grunt, leaning forward to suck your nipple again while he entered you fully in one swift move. A satisfied moan left your lips when you felt his entire length in you, snugly filling you up with his warmth.

"D-daichi, ahhh… s-so—y-you're so deep—" incessant moans were all that you could manage to produce once Daichi started to move his hip, thrusting in and out of your cunt in a slow and steady pace, making sure you felt each and every move. You were getting wetter the more he thrust. "Mmm, y-yes, oh my god, Daichi—hah… D-daichi—"

"Mm. Yeah, go on, my dear, say it. Say my name. Out loud." Daichi's muffled voice came from beneath you, thoroughly enjoying his feast on your hard nipple while his hands started to massage your chest. Leaving your nipple with a pop of his lip, Daichi switched over to taste your other nipple—god forbid it was your more sensitive nipple—as he continued to thrust inside you deep. "I want to hear you, y/n."

"Mmm, Daichi, y-yeah, ahhh—mmm, r-right there! Daichi…" your heart was pumping so fast and your belly was tightening again, "just l-like that, Daichi, mmm… Y-yes, Papa—"

"You're going to look glowing when you're carrying our child..." Daichi released himself from your chest and cupped your cheeks, kissing you fiercely without messing up the rhythm of his thrusts. Before you could say anything, Daichi's face scrunched up in concentration as he let out a long groan; a tell-tale sign that he was near his release. Before you even knew it, Daichi gasped out loud into your mouth and you felt him pulsating inside your cunt.

"So fast?" you chuckled, hugging your husband close.

Daichi looked at you after a long while, feeling a little embarrassed, "I-I couldn't hold it in anymore, I'm s—"

"Shhh"—you kissed Daichi to shut him up—"why are you apologising? You told me to take as much of you as I can, remember?" Daichi's lips slowly turned into a grin, pushing himself upwards to admire you from below again.

"Oh, of course I remember that, dear." pulling himself out of your cunt slightly, Daichi turned you around on your stomach and pushed himself inside you. You moaned out loud, feeling him deep inside you again. "I'm going to fill you with so much of my cum that it's impossible for you to not get pregnant."

Feeling himself in you again—so much deeper this time—awoken a feral need in Daichi, making him thrust inside you even quicker than before. "I didn't manage to make you cum just now, yeah? Gonna make it up this time—" Daichi growled next to your ear, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin again. Your fingers clawed at the bedsheets, your whole body was trembling with want and need.

"Oh, yes, yes! Daichi, yes, right there, mhmm, ye—" your toes were tingling again and you felt yourself getting closer to your second orgasm of the night, your mind could only register how good Daichi's cock felt inside you. "Mmm, Daichi, please—uhh, I'm close, dear, I'm so—"

"Can't wait to hear our child call you Mama," Daichi whispered, holding himself back with all his willpower, refraining from shooting his seed in you until he made you feel good. "You're going to be such a great mother, y/n…" with Daichi's tip rubbing against your sweet spot, you gasped out loud as your entire body shook with pleasure, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden. Your husband continued to prolong your euphoria with a few more thrusts before he let out another grunt, collapsing on top of you as his dick pulsated in you again, filling you up with his load. The both of you continued to pant breathlessly, letting the post-orgasm bliss consume you. Daichi laid on top of you for a long while, refusing to pull out even when he was already flaccid.

"Do you think that was enough?"

You turned your head to the side and gave your husband the side eye, "yes, Daichi-kun, I believe it was enough. Your cum is about to drip on the bedsheet soon." hearing you, Daichi jumped out of bed and carried you, rushing to the bathroom before his cum dripped on the bedsheets and floor.

"I love you, y/n," Daichi muttered as he let your feet down on the bathroom floor, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, my dear," you chuckled, giving him a wry smile, "but I would love you more if you removed these—" you shook your wrists, and Daichi's mouth hung loose.

"Oh." He sheepishly smiled before running back to the bedroom butt-naked, trying to look for the handcuff keys. Moments later, he appeared with a shiny key between his fingers. Slotting the key into one of the slots, Daichi uncuffed one of your wrists. However, instead of uncuffing the other wrist, he brought both your hands to the back and cuffed them together again.

"Sawamura Daichi."

"What? I did tell you to take as much of me as you can, didn't I?" He gave you a knowing look, making you lean forward before aligning his hip to your rear. Pumping his shaft a few more times, Daichi picked up the cum dripping between your thighs to rub between your slit, making you bite your lip to muffle your moans. "I'm not done with you yet, Sawamura y/n."

Oh boy, you thought, I'm in for a long night.

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hinatastinygiant · 6 months

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Pairing: Kita x Fem!Reader

Childhood friends Y/N and Kita find themselves unexpectedly reunited after years of living two completely separate lives. As they navigate through the complexities of seeing each other again, their feelings for one another begin to resurface, leading the two of them to question whether they are meant to be just friends, or something more.

Warnings: Language Warning! NSFW (18+) Sexual Content!

one [Orion] two [Cassiopeia]

three [Ursa Major] four [Ursa Minor]

five [Draco] six [Lyra]

seven [Taurus] eight [Scorpius]

nine [Aries] ten [Leo]

eleven [Pisces] twelve [Aquarius]

thirteen [Cancer] fourteen [Sagittarius]

fifteen [Capricronus] sixteen [Gemini]

seventeen [Virgo] eighteen [Libra]

nineteen [Canis Major] twenty [Canis Minor]

twenty one [Cygnus] twenty two [Pegsus]

twenty three [Andromeda] twenty four [Cepheus]

THE END.

I DO NOT OWN HAIKYUU OR ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN THE OC’s.

(Updated October 13, 6:00pm est)

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gatitties · 1 year

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Letters and cookies

Manager Miniseries

─ Aoba Josai x fem!reader

─ Summary: you have to take advantage of your captain's fans

─ Warnings: none

3 < 4 > 5

Class 2-3 was quiet, the bell had just rung and you had just woken up, apparently the chemistry teacher didn't even bother scolding you, you were still going to continue sleeping in class and the punishments didn't bother you.

"(S), they are looking for you."

A classmate let what looked like a freshman through, she was flustered and holding an envelope to her chest. She approached slowly blushing, when she was in front of the table she spoke.

"C-could you deliver this letter to Oikawa?"

She lowered her head, spreading her arms. Somewhat confused, you accepted her message, you also didn't mind delivering a letter to the setter, if it had only been one. Since you agreed to take that letter, the girls came to your class to leave thousands of letters, chocolates, cookies, gifts…

Normally those girls gave it directly to Oiwaka or, if not, to one of the boys in the club, but it was easier to contact the manager, according to the lovers you were less scary than the whole team in general. You were not bothered by that, you were simply lazy having to interact with girls who blush just by delivering a mere letter, plus felt that if they kept sending him cookies you would end up eating them.

You were late for the gym because you were stopped by another group of lovers who delivered their letters and homemade desserts, you were already tired of it and it had only been a week, you did not want to imagine how the others who have been with Oikawa for longer would be. When you closed the door you felt a good energy emanating from the team, everyone seemed much calmer and happier.

"Why does training suddenly seem like teletubbyland?"

You asked the coach, dropping the gym bag on the table, completely confused by the mood of your teammates.

"I think they have stopped receiving love letters, you know, for Oikawa."

You rolled tour eyes, pointing to your arms where held everything you had been given, causing the coach to look at you in pity. As with your bag, you left all those gifts on another table, beginning your managerial duties.

"Woah, is all that for me?"

"Yes, there are too many girls who give me these things for you."

"I pity you." Iwaizumi put a hand on your head to pat it "You know you can reject them, right?"

"Yeah, but it's a shame to waste the cookies."

Everyone watched as your mouth watered at the sight those delights. They looked good and surely they were better than they seemed, the team would not deny that they would want to try the cookies. The captain had an idea when he saw how you drooled over some simple cookies.

"(Nn) don't you want to try one?"

"Really?"

It was the first time they had seen you so excited about anything, you would usually be skeptical of almost everything they offered, well, apparently everything except free homemade food.

"Yes, but in return… you'll have to give me a kiss!"

Before Iwa could land a good hit on him you answered.

"Only that? If I had known, I would have asked you earlier."

Everyone was really surprised. Were you going to kiss him? That easy? They would not deny that they were a little envious of their captain at this moment.

"Are you sure you want to kiss that?"

Yahaba took you by the shoulder, wanting to avoid the scene, he couldn't believe that his stupid partner and captain was going to get a kiss from his pretty manager. You remained silent with a pensive face, your eyes traveled from Oikawa to the cookies constantly, that's all, you couldn't take it anymore.

"I'll take the cookies."

Everyone made a blank expression as Tooru celebrated waiting for the kiss scene, even though it was something different from what they thought would happen. Without warning you cupped Oikawa's face in your hands to plant a kiss on his cheek and go for the cookies. Of course, the captain did not specify where the kiss should be.

"I think Oikawa is not breathing."

While the guys were trying to revive the setter you were munching on the cookies, you had gotten a brilliant idea from that, you could call it business acumen.

"Excuse me, are you (S)?"

"Yeah, do you need anything?"

The newcomer nodded blushing.

'Oh, she's another girl with a letter and cookies! All for those glorious delights.'

"Give this letter to Oikawa as a token of love! Please!?"

"I'm sorry I don't give the letters directly anymore."

The girl's expression seemed to drop, she started muttering a lot of weird love scenes together with the third year boy while a couple of tears threatened to come out of her eyes.

"I no longer deliver letters, but you can put them in a mailbox."

"Huh?" life returned to her eyes "What mailbox? Where can I find it?"

"It's at the gym doors, you can take your desserts there too, I'll take care of giving him the box after training."

"Thank you very much!"

As soon as the girl ran out of the class you rubbed your hands with a mischievous smile, you could already taste those delicacies. There was certainly nothing else that made you happier than free home cooking. When the boys finished changing, they watched as you smiled like they had never seen before, in your hands you held a tray full of different cookies and candies.

"Where did you get all those sweets?"

"It's a very good question, Kindaichi, the truth is that I've gotten business. Do you want to try them?"

A little confused they agreed to try them, they were too good to be real, it wasn't until Iwaizumi ate a cookie with Oikawa's face that they realized where they came from.

"Iwa-chan, did you just eat me?"

"Huh?" he observed how there were more cookies with his friend's face on the tray "(N) where did you really get the cookies?"

"From his fans."

"(Nn) you're bad!"

You denied eating another one of those delights, almost crying with happiness as the flavors made their way through your taste buds.

"The girls will think that you are sharing their great culinary works, they will love you! More than they actually do..."

"Do you think that?"

"Of course, you also feed me- I mean, the team." you both watched as everyone grabbed more and more sweets that you had left on some tables "Is a win-win for all!"

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softhorts · 7 months

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𝕰-𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝕽𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊!

03: maid costume

𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 || 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 || 𝕹𝖊𝖝𝖙

➘𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Miya Osamu x Fem!reader

➘𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Osamu is consistently clowned by his twin for his obsession with a youtuber who reviews food and plays video games. What are the chances she walks into the coffee shop he works at?

➘𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖘: Crack!, fluff and angst

➘𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: super NSFW 18+, cursing, NSFW jokes, cringey e-girls lol

➘𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖘: coffee!shop, fwb to lovers, online persona

➘𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: on-going

𝕾𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖘𝖐 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙!

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natashawritesstuff · 2 years

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Hii :)) can i request oikawa having his bday and he's only paying attention to his ex who visited and reader feels left out so she decides to walk out but he don't notice until friend tells him abt it??

If there was one thing you learned in your years of being with Oikawa Tooru, anything involving the Great King requires a grand celebration.

You met him when you were a sophomore in college. You were studying abroad in Argentina and your roommate, who’s lived there her whole life dragged you to a volleyball game and that’s where you saw him; and somehow, he saw you too. And as they say and all famous love stories: the rest is history.

You dated for four years and even moved in together, before you graduated college and went back to Japan, doing a year and a half long-distance. Oikawa had never hated being apart from someone so much and knew this meant you were special and proposed.

Now, both twenty-six and together again. You’re laying on the couch in your shared home on the coast when he asks you, “do you want to come back to Japan with me?”

“What?”

He was standing over by the balcony but now drops down next to you on the couch saying, “I mean the Olympics are coming up and I was going to leave a few weeks early to catch up with everyone and I think you should meet my friends. Plus, my birthday is in the middle of the games so maybe we could all do something?”

“Uh... I don’t know. I feel like I’d be kinda out of place with all of your friends and none of mine.”

“It’s always gonna be like that if you never meet them. But hey, you can even bring Eliana, you’re old roommate, I’ll pay.”

“That’s a lot to do and I still-”

“Please,” he begs, making his eyes as big as possible, “I wanna show off my fiance to everyone. And I don’t want you to miss my twenty-seventh birthday, I won’t have fun unless you’re there.”

“I-”

“Please.”

“Fine-”

“Yay!” he cheered and began peppering kisses all over your face.

So that was how you ended up back in Japan, surrounded by muscular men, with your college best friend Eliana as she tried to not drool.

“Close your mouth,” you suggest.

“Shittykawa’s gonna be here in fifteen, hurry up with the decorations!” Iwaizumi screams.

“Who is that?” Eliana gawked.

“Iwaizumi Hajime, he’s an athletic trainer-”

“And hot-”

“And off-limits,” you warn.

“But-”

“Down girl.”

“Oi, Y/N!” Iwaizumi calls, “over here.”

“I hate you so much,” Eliana whispers and you roll your eyes before walking over to him.

“Hey.”

“Wow,” he whispers.”

“What?”

“Nothing, nice to finally meet you in person.”

“You too, he talks a lot about you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“I…no,” you wince.

“Figured, anyway, you’re gonna go pick him up right?”

“Yeah, I was just about to leave.”

“Great, just to warn you though, this parties gonna be pretty big, and he was pretty popular in school so-”

“Oh, I know all about his fangirls. I’ll be fine.”

“No, um- his ex is coming.”

“The ex?”

“Yeah.”

You know her name is Fumi. That they dated his third year in high school, that the only time cried over something besides volleyball was when they broke up. That she’s apparently just as beautiful as ever according to Matuskawa and according to Hanamaki, she’s still single.

“Oh,” you say, almost cheerfully. “Great!”

You pick Oikawa up, almost crashing the car several times due to how much your hands were shaking. Somehow you manage to get both of you there alive and he quickly gets out of the car to open the door for you on your side, He grabs your hand, pulls you out of the car, and interlocks your fingers.

“I got you,” he promises with a small smile and your heart warms believing him.

“Okay.”

You walk into the restaurant together, and loudly everyone yells, “surprise!”

His smile widens and lets out a pure laugh and turns back to you, “you planned this.”

“Hey, we all did!” Matsukawa argues but Iwaizumi nudges him. “But she did most of it.”

“One hell of a fiance you got there,” Iwaizumi says,

“Don’t I?” he agrees, planting a kiss on your cheek.

The party goes off without a hitch and with a few drinks in, most of the old Aoba Johsai team is sitting around a table with you comfortably placed on Oikawa’s lap.

“So how’d you two meet?” Kindaichi asks and Oikawa smiles.

He looks up at you making eye contact as he answers, “it was the first game of my second season out in Argentina, and I had already known Eliana because her school was nearby where we trained so we were pretty good friends. So I invite her to the game and she comes with the most beautiful girl I have ever seen-”

“Oh really, I don’t remember that.”

Oikawa turns away from you to look at the end of the table where the voice was coming from, “Fumi, hi,” Oikawa greets her.

“Aww, I wanted a little more than that from the birthday boy,” she pouts.

He sighs, tapping your thigh, a signal for you to get up and you do. Oikawa stands up and walks over to give her a hug and you could have sworn she inhaled to smell him.

“It’s been too long, buy me a drink?” she asks but before he could answer, she’s already dragging her over to the bar.

You figure he would talk to her for around five minutes, but five turns into ten then fifteen, and eventually forty-five minutes.

“You okay?” Iwaizumi asks and you nod.

You look over to the pair, both laughing loudly; he was having fun and you weren’t.

“Um…I think I’m gonna go,” you announce.

“What? Why?” Hanamaki asks.

“Why do you think?” Iwaizumi wonders, nodding over to the exes, and then Hanamaki understands.

“Shit,” he mutters, “it was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“Do you need me to take you somewhere?” Iwaizumi offers and you shake your head.

“I got her,” Eliana assures him, getting up with you and you both take your leave.

Fumi happily watches you go, a small smile appearing on her lips when you do.

“I’m gonna go freshen up,” she says, excusing herself and he nods eagerly.

The moment she’s out of sight, he slumps over the counter in exhaustion before getting up and going back to his table.

“How did I ever date her? She’s so annoying,” he says and the boys laugh.

“Guess you’re glad you found Y/N, huh,” Atari asks.

“Am I ever. Where is she, by the way? I can barely take all this without her.”

“She left dumbass,” Iwaizumi tells him.

“What?”

“Yeah, I guess she doesn’t enjoy seeing you flirt with your ex for an hour.”

“I wasn’t flirting I was-” “Yes, he was,” Fumi says, returning from the restroom and sitting down on his knee. By instinct, he pushes her off and she dramatically falls.

“What the hell!”

“Don’t do that.”

“You let that bi-”

“My fiance can do whatever she wants, and I’m going to go find her.”

You and Oikawa didn’t know each other when you both lived in Japan. But he listens to you well enough to know where you’d go when you’re back home.

“Hey,” he says softly, finding you on a park bench by the lake.

“Hi,” you whisper.

He sits down next to you, clearly hiding something behind his back but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“I-”

“That was so embarrassing.”

“I know-”

“No you don’t, you didn’t have you watch your fiance forget you about while talking to his ex for an hour. You didn’t have to leave in the middle of a party you threw like a rejected teenage fangirl, you didn’t have to feel like a fucking third wheel in your own relationship. You don’t know, so don’t pretend as you do.”

He pauses for a long time before responding, “I am so sorry and I am a piece of shit for making you feel like I abandoned you. But… if it makes you feel better, I hated the party as much as you.”

“What?”

“I wasn’t joking when I said I don’t have fun unless you’re there.”

“You were laughing.”

“I was fake-laughing. I swear I was miserable every second you weren’t by my side,” he confesses and you hate to admit it but you smiled.

“Good,” you huffed.

“But hey, it’s still my birthday,” he points out and you turn over to him he pulled a cupcake with a singular candle out from behind his back.

You roll your eyes, asking, “lighter?”

He takes on out of his pocket gives it to you and you light the candle. He blows it out quickly then looks up at you.

“What’d you wish for?”

“I can’t tell you that, it won’t come true,” he teases and you laugh as he wraps his arm around you.

“Whatever.”

“Hey, I really love you,” he tells you.

“Shut up.”

“Don’t be mean! I mean it.”

“Then I love you too,” you say smiling, leaning further into him. “Happy birthday, love.”

Oikawa’s never going to directly tell you his wish. But the long answer, is he wished for more nights like these. Just the two of you and the stars, He wished to see you in his jersey more. He wished to hear you scream out his name at games. He wished for you to snuggle into his chest on early mornings asking for five more minutes. He wished for late nights where he takes off your makeup gently because you’re too tired to do it yourself. He wished for a lot of things. Too many things to remember, but what he will never forget is that one year, he wished to find someone like you. And only because he never said his wish aloud, did it come true.

this was my first request!! ahh hope you liked it <3

(hope this makes up for happy birthday)

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Chapter 1: Suna Rintarou

Summary: Suna thinks he's going to have a good day today but then again, when has he ever had a good day?

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A/N: Welcome to the first chapter! This fic is gonna be a bit of a slowburn, so it’s gonna take some time for the main events to unfold. Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! Comments as well, they boost the motivation! Thanks and enjoy reading. ^^

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The sun is barely peeking out behind the mountains and buildings of Amagasaki, Hyogo. Few people are out and about; there were the people who woke up early to tend to their shops, restocking and tidying up for the busy Monday ahead. Farmers in their fields tending to their crops and livestock. There were also the drunks trudging their way back home, swaying in the nonexistent strong winds as they walked.

And then, there was Suna Rintarou, jogging past those few people already out and about at 4 AM in the morning.

Turns out, no one can really say for sure how post-moving from one region to an entirely different one would affect someone.

Everybody’s different that way. Sometimes it’s like the entire earth has been thrown off its axis. Other times, one just realizes the amount of socks they actually own (and how many have lost their pair).

For Suna, it became increasingly obvious how much he slept better when he was living in Aichi.

It’s been less than a year since he moved to Hyogo Prefecture and Suna found out that it had its ups and downs; for example, he got to play for Inarizaki High School’s volleyball team. He also built an annoying sleep schedule that refused to let him sleep in. For some reason, no matter how late he went to sleep, he always woke up at 4 AM in the morning on the dot, way before his alarm. It’s annoying, but his body wouldn’t listen to him no matter what he does. On weekends, he gets a bit of leeway, waking up at 5 or 5:30 AM. But on weekdays, he wakes up at ungodly hours.

Suna woke up at 4:34 AM this morning, less than 2 hours before he needs to be at school for morning practice, which is 10 minutes away. Despite trying to go back to sleep, his circadian rhythm refused to cooperate with him, so he changed into some more running-appropriate clothes and took a jog around his neighborhood, a routine he developed since his first week here.

The surroundings are now more than familiar to him, and he can navigate his way around like the back of his hand now. Today seemed to be a good day, in his opinion; his head didn’t ache despite waking up so early, his running shoes don’t dig into his heels like before, and his stamina doesn’t seem to be draining that quickly.

Probably the most okay day he’s had this week, miraculously.

He begins jogging back to his apartment at 5 AM, a light sheen of sweat already sticking to his skin and running down his temple. The cold air hits his face, allowing him some relief from the heat that starts to build up as he jogs. When he gets back to his apartment complex, he greets the security guard situated by the entrance with a nod. He knows the man, and they’ve never spoken much but they get along just fine. The security guard returns his nod with one of his own as well as a polite “good morning” as Suna makes his way to the stairs, climbing all the way to the 5th floor.

He power walks to his apartment at a steady pace, stopping when he gets to apartment 508 and entering the home. “I’m home,” he calls out, untying his running shoes by the front door and placing them on the shoe rack. The apartment is dead silent, so Suna surmises that his mother and his little sister are still asleep. He makes a beeline for his room and takes a quick shower, changing into his uniform and fixing his things, before heading towards the kitchen to cook a simple breakfast.

The rustle in the kitchen as Suna starts to cook some eggs, ham, and rice wakes his mother up, the latter entering the kitchen with a loud yawn. “Good morning, Rintarou, dear.” She greets him with a wide but tired smile, her sleepier than usual hazel eyes crinkling at the corners. Her brown hair is a mess, and Suna finally realizes that she’s still wearing her nurse uniform from work. Suna frowns at this. Their mother works as a nurse at the local hospital, and she works overtime to make ends meet. She works too much, like a tireless cog in a machine, and she rarely ever comes home before midnight.

“How was your morning jog?”

“It was fine.” Suna replies, flipping the eggs as his mother takes a seat at the dining table, watching him cook.

“I’m glad to hear that. You’ve been doing a lot of those lately, haven’t you?” His mother comments, smiling softly. Suna shrugs and nods.

“Shouldn’t you change out of your work clothes, mom?” Suna asks her, turning his head just enough to see her shake her head as she waves her hand dismissively with a smile, sleepily leaning her chin on her other hand.

“I’ll change later, don’t worry about me, dear. Ah, can you get me a cup of coffee so my brain can wake up a bit more though?” His mother asks and Suna nods, doing as she says as he turns off the stove and pours the coffee into two mugs, handing one to his mother and placing the other on the table before plating the eggs, ham, and rice. “Thank you, Rin,” his mother says to him, exhaling in satisfaction after taking a sip of the coffee, “go wake your sister up now. You both have school today.”

“That is if she decides to get her ass out of bed.” Suna grumbles, rolling his eyes. His mother laughs as he walks off towards his little sister’s room down the hall. He raps his fingers on the door, closing his eyes to focus on any signs of movement behind the door. “Oi, Risumi, wake up.”

When he doesn’t hear anything, he sighs and opens the door, revealing the dark room. The blackout curtains block out the sunlight that tries streaming through the window and it takes Suna’s eyes a while to adjust. When they do, he sees a bundle of blankets on the bed and sighs again, much louder this time, before he walks over to the curtains and–with one swift move–pulls them back to let the sunlight in, bathing the room in light within seconds. In response, Risumi groans at the sudden influx of light in the room, and Suna watches as she pulls the covers over her head in annoyance. “Wakey wakey, eggs and–whatever, we’re gonna be late, Risumi.” Suna says to her, poking her side.

Risumi groans again and swats Suna’s hand away, scooting away from him. “Shut up… five more minutes.” She grunts, burying her face further into the pillow. Suna huffs.

“Five minutes is five minutes too many.”

“Don’t care. Leave.”

Suna raises an unimpressed eyebrow at Risumi, crossing his arms. “I’m giving you five to get up, then.”

“Five what?” Risumi grunts, not in the mood for her brother’s antics.

“Five, four, three…” Suna trails off as he grabs hold of Risumi’s blankets and, unceremoniously, tears them away from her, leaving her vulnerable to the brightness of the room.

“RINTAROU!” She screeches, sitting straight up as she stares at Suna with an annoyed expression. Suna just smirks and shrugs, walking off to the door.

“Get dressed, breakfast is ready.” He says.

“Mm. Food.” Risumi grumbles sleepily, finally swinging her legs over the edge of the bed as she stretches.

Suna leaves and goes back to the dining table, Risumi coming out of her room after a few minutes in her middle school uniform and her brown hair in the usual low pigtails. “Good morning, sweetie!” Their mother greets her, smiling brightly.

“Morning, Ma. How’d you sleep?” Risumi asks her, to which their mother chuckles.

“Slept like a baby!” She says, giving her a thumbs up (Risumi frowns). “Come on, come on, let’s eat! It’s so rare that I get to eat breakfast with my babies!”

Suna and Risumi silently eat their breakfast as their mother chatters on, asking them about school and gossiping about her coworkers. The two listen as they finish their meal, the warmth of the food filling their stomachs. When they finish and start standing up, their mother perks up, setting her mug down.

“Ah, stay safe on your way to school, okay? And don’t forget to greet your father before you leave.” She says, smiling gently but the mirth doesn’t exactly meet her eyes.

Despite that, Suna nods at her, him and Risumi making their way to the living room after saying goodbye. In the corner of the living room, a small table sits with a photograph on its tabletop amidst flowers, a man with dark hair and yellowish-gray eyes behind dark-rimmed glasses smiling in the image.

Suna and Risumi kneel down in front of the photograph, bowing. It’s routine; every morning, before they leave for school, they bid their father goodbye.

At the same time, the siblings stand up and Risumi makes a beeline for the door, to which Suna sighs. He pauses and looks back at the photograph of their father before following his little sister out the door.

“Risumi, don’t walk too far ahead of me.”

No matter how much Suna chastises her, Risumi ignores him, continuing to walk ahead of him by seven paces. Shaking his head, Suna sighs, rubbing a hand against his face. It’s not unusual for Risumi to show him attitude; she’s been like this since they moved to Hyogo. Suna would just appreciate it if she would just stop for five seconds before she gets hit by a car.

“Risumi, oi.” Suna calls out again but Risumi keeps a brisk pace ahead of him, hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket. Suna sighs for the nth time today. Is it really normal for 13 year olds to be this bratty? (Then again, thinking back, Suna was the exact same way.)

After a while, they arrive at Kitsuhana Middle School. Suna stays back at the entrance while Risumi marches inside. “Take care, bye.” Suna calls after her, and when Risumi ignores him again, he narrows his eyes at her attitude. “Risumi, goodbye.” He says again, a little louder. "Risumi."

Risumi sighs in exasperation. “Yeah, yeah, bye.” She throws over her shoulder, not even properly turning her head to look at Suna properly.

Suna stands there for a couple of seconds before digging into his backpack with a straight face, feeling around until he finds his phone. It doesn't take long for him to find the one video he needs and he plays it at max volume.

Soon enough, the sounds of 5 year old Risumi crying "Daycare is scary!" and "I want to stay with Rintarou!!" fill the air and Risumi stops in her tracks, her face morphing into mortification as she slowly turns around to face her menace of a brother.

A couple of her schoolmates have stopped to see what's going on (some of them commenting on Suna's tall height and good looks). Risumi flushes red with both embarrassment and anger, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as the video continues to play in Suna's hand.

"Rintarou. Please stop the video." She says, stomping her foot.

"Nope."

"Rin!"

"Not until you say 'Bye-bye, Rin-Rin'." Suna shoots back in a baby voice, waving his hand as if saying bye-bye. If there's one thing that everyone knows about Suna, it's that he would rather buy more storage with his own allowance than to delete any of the embarrassing videos he has of the people he knows, whether that be Risumi or the Miya twins. He could easily make a "Top 50 Miya Twins Fight" compilation, or even upload "Unreleased Footage of Miya Twin Brawl circa last week" if he found the motivation to.

Risumi groans and clenches her fist. "B—bye-bye, Rin-Rin." She grumbles, gritting her teeth.

"Can't hear you."

"Bye-bye, Rin-Rin, now stop the video!" Risumi shouts, stomping her feet once more as even the tips of her ears turn red from humiliation. "And delete it, you ass!"

"Nope, don't think I will." Suna says but he stops the video anyway, pocketing his phone again. "Love ya, sis!"

"Shut!"

When Suna got to Inarizaki’s school grounds, the almost zero amount of students already there didn’t really surprise him. It’s not a common sight to see the school look borderline deserted (if it weren’t for the janitors and staff already there) and it feels eerie at first, but at this point, Suna is used to this environment. Hey, at least it’s quiet.

“Rinnie~!”

He should have suspected something when it was beginning to get too quiet. Suna grunts when something–someone–collides with his side with enough force to not tackle him to the ground but just enough to make him stumble a bit. Long thin arms wrap around his waist as a soft cheek nuzzles against his shoulder. Suna closes his eyes for a second, not really in the mood to deal with this so early in the morning but looks over at the figure anyway.

“Yer so mean to me.” The girl whines at him, staring up at Suna with a pout on her pink lips. “I didn’t hear from ya fer the entire weekend!” It is none other than Mamura Erika, a second year highschooler from class 2-4; considered as one of the prettiest girls in Inarizaki. And really, who wouldn't? Long blonde hair and amicable green eyes, a kind yet bubbly personality. Not to mention the fact that since she is not in any club, she helps out in every way she can.

Not to mention the other fact that she’s also Suna’s girlfriend of almost two weeks. It was a spontaneous relationship, after Erika confessed to Suna after one of their practice matches. In all honesty, he just accepted her confession on a whim; he was bored. He doesn’t think of himself entirely as an asshole, but sometimes, he’s just a dick.

“I’m sorry, I was busy with practice and uh–homework.” Suna says, peeling Erika off of him and holding her shoulders as he tilts his chin down at her. Erika just pouts up at him, raising an eyebrow. A pretty face and an adorable pout enough to make any guy at school bend backwards to satisfy her whims but to Suna, it just makes him sigh. If she’s hurt by him abruptly pulling her away from him, she doesn’t let it show on her face.

“Ya always say yer busy!” She says, placing her hands on her hips as she furrowed her eyebrows at the taller boy, green eyes narrowing with irritation. “Ya practice so much on school days that the weekend is the only time I can speak to ya–at minimum!”

It’s true, to be honest.

“I’m sorry,” Suna sighs, running a hand through his dark hair, “I’ll make it up to you, okay? I’m just busy with practice with Interhigh coming up. I can take you out on a date after..”

Erika grows quiet at that, her shoulders stiffening for a split second. Surprisingly, two weeks is enough to know at least a little bit about a person. And Suna can be observant when he wants to, to take notice of the way Erika's gaze became slightly downcast for a split second, the way she bit the inside of her cheek, and the way her feet shuffled beneath her, all as if pensive.

But before Suna could say anything more, Erika smiles up at him, scratching her cheek with her index finger. "Ah, right, okay. But, uhm, can we meet up at lunch?" She asks, wringing her hands.

Suna raises an eyebrow at this. It's not that unusual for Erika to ask to spend time with him. However, she had never asked to meet up at lunch before (her go-to is bouncing up to him at the front of classroom 2-1 with her bento box in her hands).

He doesn't comment on it, however, and just shrugs at her. "Sure."

Erika smiles and hugs his arm lovingly. "Thanks, darlin'!" She says, green eyes twinkling.

It would have been an annoying moment turned peaceful if it weren't for a certain set of twins deciding to interrupt.

"Ew. Lovebirds, it's too early fer PDA!"

Suna turns to see Atsumu cringing in faux disgust as he walks over to the two of them, Osamu following close behind.

"I think it's good for a relationship. Healthy bonding." Erika retorts, hugging Suna's arm tighter as she turns her nose up at Atsumu.

"Sure, blondie, but don't do it where anyone can see the two of ya!" Atsumu shoots back and Osamu rolls his eyes.

"Ya idiot, ya do know the P in PDA means public, right?" Osamu interjects, giving Atsumu an unimpressed look.

On cue, the blond's face turns a deep shade of red and he puffs out his chest in a way that is highly familiar to anyone who knows him.

"Yes, I do know what it means!" Atsumu shrieks indignantly at Osamu, who rolls his eyes to the sky once again. "Stop callin' me an idiot when yer a bigger idiot than me!"

"Still an idiot."

"YA SHUT YER TRAP!"

Suna whips out his phone in record speed, immediately filming the bickering match that evolves into a borderline brawl between the two twins. Erika watches with narrow eyes, her gaze flitting between her boyfriend and the Miya twins, before laughing nervously. "Well, I'll see ya at lunch then, darlin'." She says to Suna.

"Hm? Yeah, sure."

Erika frowns but doesn't say anything else, quietly slipping away.

Suna doesn’t notice but Osamu does, partially loosening his chokehold on Atsumu when he realizes that the other blonde is gone. “Oi, Suna, aren’t ya gonna walk yer girlfriend to her homeroom?” He asks Suna, and Atsumu stops his struggling to look around as well.

“Huh, Mamura didn’t even say bye to us.” Atsumu says, looking around and Osamu tightens his chokehold again, hitting the top of the former’s head with his fist.

“That’s because she doesn’t like yer ugly face.”

“We share the same face, ya scrub!”

“Can you, like, adjust a bit? I can’t get your faces in the same angle.”

Lunch comes around and so does Erika, bounding up to Suna with a smile and a sway to her hips. Her blonde hair is in a ponytail this time, swaying from side to side behind her. “Rinnie~! Did ya miss me?” She asks, hugging Suna’s arm once again. Osamu snickers as Suna's face flushes with slight embarrassment at the nickname and the former waves them off.

"See ya at lunch, 'Rinnie'."

"I'm going to hit you with a volleyball later."

Erika frowns, pursing her lips as her grip loosens on his arm. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Suna asks Erika, looking down at her with his usual bored expression. The blonde flinches but tries to hide it with a smile as she gently grabs Suna's hand.

"Can we go somewhere more private?"

Suna raises an eyebrow at first but lets Erika lead him to the back of the school anyway, the afternoon sun beating down on the both of them. They can still hear the chatter of students from outside and inside the building, but other than that, it's quiet. Not a single soul nearby.

It's confusing why Erika would want to suddenly talk in an inconspicuous spot like this, but Suna waits for her to talk first, hands shoved into his pockets as he keeps quiet.

He eyes her up and down, watching her behavior change to how she was earlier; shoulders tense, head down, feet shuffling under her—

“Suna,” Erika says, wringing her hands, her shoulders tense, her gaze downcast, “I don’t think this is going to work anymore.”

#suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x fem!reader #suna x female reader #please teach me how to be a girlfriend #first chapter! very excited ^^

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astarsol · 10 months

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amorist duos - profiles - masterlist

synopsis: you’re struggling to write a new book for your publishers. especially since it’s a romance novel, and you’re short on romance. what’s even worse is that your editor is terrible at communicating. so your boss sends the two of you on a ‘vacation’ of sorts. get the two of you to work out your differences and get you writing. what’ll happen to the two of you and how will your friends react through the short bursts of information you give them?

if you’d like to be tagged, comment or ask on my board!

#amorist duos smau #amorist duos #haikyuu smau #haikyuu social media au #haikyuu x reader #keiji akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji #keiji akaashi x fem!reader #haikyuu x fem!reader #hq #hq x reader #hq x fem!reader

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romiyaro · 2 years

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Can i pls request some more hq! Hubbies over text? I loved the first part!! Preferably with Osamu, Hinata, Kageyama, Tendo and Kita? Thank you:)

For sure!!! Here ya go!

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜQ ʜᴜʙʙꞮᴇꜱ ᴏᴠᴇƦ ᴛᴇXᴛ ᴘᴛ. 2

ᴛᴡ/ᴄᴡ: ꜱᴍᴀᴜ, ɴꜱꜰᴡ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴏʀᴀʟ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ? ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ? ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍꞮɴᴏƦꜱ ᴅɴꞮ

ᴅꞮꜱᴄʟᴀꞮᴍᴇƦ: ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ! ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ʀᴇᴜꜱᴇ, ᴍᴏᴅɪꜰʏ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀᴛꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ɢʀʀ…ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ @mrskenmakozume ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢɪɴɢ ʟɪʟ ʀᴏʀᴏ ᴛ-ᴛ

Part 1

ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ->…ɪᴅᴋ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴀᴠᴀɢᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ

ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ -> ᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜱꜱɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴜ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ

ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ -> ᴅᴜᴍʙ ᴀꜱꜱ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ

ᴛᴇɴᴅᴏ -> 😏😏😏

ᴋɪᴛᴀ -> ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ ꜱᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ��ʀᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴇᴢ ɴᴜᴛꜱ

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 (𝐂𝐔𝐙 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐋):

ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ -> ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴍᴇᴏᴡ ᴍᴇᴏᴡ ᴘʟꜱ ᴄʜᴇʀɪꜱʜ ʜɪᴍ:((

ᴛʏꜱᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ! ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ<3

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱʜɪᴛᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ!

ꜱᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱᴋ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀᴜ! ᴄʜᴇᴇʀꜱ~

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu memes #haikyuu smau #haikyuu smut #tw.nsfw #hq x reader #fem!reader #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu x fem!reader #haikyuu textposts #haikyuu x female reader

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pavo-ocxllus · 2 years

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Hello lovely! And before anything else, Congratulations💕!! I absolutely adore your writing, so I am thrilled to see you reach this milestone and ohmygosh this event is adorable 😭

For the event; I would like to purchase a ball with a silk flower and snapdragon corsage, with a dahlia. Pronouns are she/her And if possible, my character of choice is Washio from HQ (if you can't do him, just lemme know! I'll choose someone else)

❝ 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ❞

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… washio has a little trouble trying to save you. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… knight!washio x fem!royal!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… a ball ticket (royalty!au), silk flower (a royal!reader), snapdragon (enemy-to-lover!reader), dahlia (”you’re the bane of my existance, and the object of my desires” fluff, 3rd pov used (washio’s perspective), 0.9k words, enemies-to-lovers (but i feel like it isn’t enough HAHA) 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… typed in lowercase as a stylistic choice, timeskip is implied, not proofread, probably not enough enemies but more lovers 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… tysm zap!! and omg ur pfp is everythinggggg- (i hope i wrote washio good enough!!)

“you go first.”

“no, you!”

the two continued to blatantly quarrel even more. though, most likely attributable to the surprising lack of sound they made, nobody else seemed to notice.

“you’re my personal guard,” she argued, attempting to push washio in front of her, much to her failure. regardless, she managed to get an embarrassingly good feel of how toned his shoulder blades were. “you’re supposed to get into danger before i do!”

“so i’m nothing more than cannon fodder for you, your majesty?” WASHIO inquired, unamused expression fitting snugly his facial features. eyebrows knitted together and lips pressed tightly in a frown, he stood his ground, letting a deep sigh spill from his mouth. “don’t waste your breath... you know that you’re supposed to be the one conversing to the suitors your mother set up for you, remember?”

her majesty practically had a vein pop from her forehead.

“fine! clearly, you don’t want me around you!” she dramatically exclaimed, weakly pushing on her knight’s arm and stomping away cartoonishly. somehow, though the spotlight was on her for the evening, that wasn’t enough to make a scene.

the tall man couldn’t help but feel a bead of sweat trickling from the back of his head, before shaking his head at his charge’s change of attitude. didn’t she want to stay behind her mere seconds ago?

he found himself exhaling heavily once more. he probably needed a break, anyways.

washio had always been quite the gentle giant. hailing from a long line of blacksmiths, he’s always been the man who would charm the pastries from elderly women and end up getting a strangely strong pat on the back from their husbands whenever he successfully completed a task for them or for no reason in particular. the man who was always the target of children when they want him to carry them across his hometown, whether that be on his shoulders, his back, his arms, hell, even his legs, he was always happy to provide them a human form of transportation.

oddly enough, this never seemed to be the case when it came to the princess. absolutely bizarre, wasn’t it? one of the most influential people in the kingdom couldn’t seem to get their royal guard of all people to cooperate with her!

well, honestly, it wasn’t as if she even bothered with trying to get along with him. if anything, she was the one who seemed to initiate their petty rivalry in the first place, like almost every interaction with him. the man had always been rather silent, but he seems to have no problem with communicating when it came to the princess.

he found himself wandering toward the table lavishly filled with refreshments and treats. washio recalled her father telling him that like his daughter, this was time for him to get to know his co-workers. he was fairly new to working at the palace after all, and much to his dismay, the only person he had prolonged exposure to was the princess. regardless, he somehow felt weird when thinking of encountering the fellow knights and staff working here. unfamiliar, even.

before washio got the chance to ponder this feeling even further, there was something, perhaps an instinct that tugged inside his stomach, urging him to look behind him, where he left her behind. naturally, he did, only to find her highness talking to a fellow noble, though he couldn’t get a read on the situation.

it wasn’t anything special or extraordinary; for some reason, he felt it was, though not necessarily in a positive light. his stomach started to churn, eyes furrowing together and lips tightening in a frown once more. it was really nothing more than a slight change in expression, yet if anyone were to look at him, they could instantly tell that something was up.

he wasn’t able to stop himself, navigating the crowd encompassing the princess, muttering quiet apologies to the bodies his shoulders brushed against. her majesty was always on her mind, certainly no doubt about that. whatever antics she was even considering, washio always had to be five steps ahead. whether that meant lying awake at night or through his lunch breaks, he was always analyzing her. from her grin that he always knew meant bad news to the way her eyes gleamed, with what was something washio hadn’t figured out.

it was definitely because of his job—how else could he explain the feeling swelling up in his chest when he’s about to corner her, only to find that she’s pulling her usual prank on him, which would only seem to bloom; as told through his heart that was loud enough for her to hear when it was just the two of them?

before long, he found himself in front of the princess and the aristocrat she was speaking to, looking at the sudden intruder in their discussion.

“is there anything you need?” asked an unknown voice, washio immediately concluding that it wasn’t who he was looking for, thus to be ignored. before he could repeat himself, he stepped in front of him, eyes focused on her highness and only her, putting them in a position way too close for a guard and a member of royalty to be in.

“...washio?”

he cleared his throat, assessing his current circumstances. it was obvious he wasn’t a member of the nobility. it was normal in the castle, but her being seen interacting with him outside of his duties could be seen as scandalous.

as, in the words of many of the princess’s acquaintances, a “lowly commoner” such as himself, he never quite understood the manners of elite society. granted, he wasn’t even sure what to do with his conflicting emotions battling it out in his heart. regardless, it didn’t stop his mouth from moving on its own accord, asking—

“may i share your first dance?”

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝. <𝟑

#𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐞!#𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮!! 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu!! event #haikyuu event #washio x reader #tatsuki washio #tatsuki washio x reader #washio tatsuki x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x fem!reader #hq!! x fem!reader #washio x afab!reader #washio x fem!reader

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kairismess · 2 months

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Hii!! Can I request Hinata with childhood best friends to lovers with a fem! s/o? I'm in love with soft pining stuff and Hinata so why not put two and two together ✨✨

Btw love your writing!!!

hearts' day 003.

from his best friend to his girlfriend, his one and only.

"oh, her? she's my best friend! well... at least i think she's just my best friend..."

shoyo had never thought twice about what you were to him, whenever someone on his team, in his class, or any of his close friends and family members asked him about you, he never hesitated to say you were his best friend.

you were his best friend in the sense that he couldn't remember what life was like without you, it was like you were always just with him, and to imagine his life before you... it didn't feel right, like every happy, good thing that happened to him, ever sad, gut-wrenching memory he has, you were always there to support him, to comfort him, to laugh with and cry with him.

he had always admired you, for every little and big thing you did for and with him, for every memory you two shared together, it was like you were the most comforting constant in his life–the warmest ray of sunshine in is life without even realizing it.

whenever the orange haired boy spoke about you, he always had the biggest, brightest smile on his face; always had the happiest voice when he told stories about you two, and never stopped complimenting you, never stopped describing you in the sweetest way possible.

and only when others kept pointing out how his feelings for you were probably a little more than just friendly feelings... he soon felt the butterflies flying around in his stomach, the fuzzy heat in his cheeks, and the unbearable urge to want to hold you in his arms, be your strength, your refuge, for as long as you'll let him be.

he couldn't find the courage to tell you right away, because you two had been friends for so long that it just felt a little weird to him to suddenly go from being your best friend to suddenly your best friend who had feelings for you. he overthought so much when he was around you during that time, there were so many things he wanted to do for and with you, but he could never quite take that first, pivotal step to letting his feelings for you be known.

but of course, no secret of his could ever be kept from you for too long; and so... he confessed to you one starry evening when you were at his place, with his parents and natsu fast asleep, the two of you outside in the backyard, just lying down on a picnic blanket under the stars. he let out his heart to you, expressed how he just couldn't not love you, because... you were everything.

you were beautiful, you were smart, you were kind, you were loving, you were... you. and that was more than enough reason for shoyo to love you more than anyone he's ever loved before.

and from that evening forth... he finally felt free. he finally felt like you two could soar together, that's how he felt when you made the first move and became the girl he shared his first kiss with. and now, he can't imagine the rest of his life without you.

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kodaiki · 2 years

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꒰ 4:46 P.M. ꒱ ❛ bokuto kotaro x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

it’d been twenty minutes since bokuto had noticed you walk into the library. the library was not a place he frequented often but with the results from his last exam and the verbal harassment from kuroo to go, he found himself sitting at one of those one-person seat/desks.

but then you walked in.

was he even studying anyway? closing his textbook, he slides it into his backpack before slinging the bag over his shoulder.

he probably shouldn’t be acting this creepy, especially at the fact that he doesn’t know you. well, he recognizes you from his literature course (it’s a core course he has to take in order to graduate) and it’d be a lie if he said he didn’t think you were the most gorgeous person he laid eyes on.

finding you settled in a spot between bookshelves, currently fiddling through the books on one of them, he finds his chance. lightly clearing his throat, bokuto walks by you and situates himself in a spot so he’s just next to you, only facing the opposite bookcase.

bokuto hopes he’s appearing nonchalant as he cups his chin with his palm, occasionally humming at he skims the wide collection of books. yup, totally nonchalant.

while to you, he’s hoping he looks like he’s deep in thought, pondering over a book to read, he’s really gathering his thoughts about the best way to approach you without sounding weird. he knows you’re the best in his class. it’s clear as day by the way from just a row behind you, he can see the giant red ‘A’ on all your papers. you participate in class regularly and everything that seems to escape your lips is thoughtful in some way regarding whatever topic you’re discussing.

you’re way out his league.

but it doesn’t hurt to try and woo you with his social skills.

“ehm, do you need…help?” a voice behind him brings him out of his thoughts and he quickly whips his head around at the sound.

by his presence, your journey to search for whatever book seemed to have ended. feeling his cheeks flush under your gaze, he profusely shakes his head.

“no! er, no,” he lower his voice when he realizes he might’ve spoke too loudly, “i just love reading and i’m looking for my next…read…”

bokuto’s voice falls nearing the end of his sentence at the way your face twists into…confusion? amusement? he can’t tell.

“uh-huh,” you nod along with what he’s saying, taking a peek over his shoulder at the ‘collection’ he was looking at.

“i’ve actually read most of these,” he boasts, but the blush on his cheeks fails to subside.

“…really.” your voice is lowering more and more with each statement of his and he thinks you catch his bluff.

“really! this…perso-author,” blindly, he reaches behind him for a random book. skipping past the title, he reads out the author’s name, “E. L. James? One of my favorites.”

that about does it for you.

the stoic expression on your face breaks as does your voice as laughs erupt out of your mouth.

bokuto’s…confused, to say the least.

what…what’s going on?

“please, i hope you’re not serious,” you gasp between laughs, wiping a stray tear from the corner of your eye.

slumping forward in defeat, bokuto frowns. how’d you find out so quickly? did he choose an awful writer?

“i thought it was weird enough seeing a guy looking at ‘erotic romance novel’ shelf in the library but calling the author of 50 Shades your favorite? i knew it had to be some sort of prank.”

“oh,” bokuto says blankly, looking down at the book where the title was typed. ah, now he gets it. “it wasn’t a prank,” he murmurs.

at your confused head tilt, he continues, “i just wanted to impress you since i know you’re into reading.”

he’s expecting you to get freaked out and excuse yourself and probably never frequent that library again (bo, there’s one library on campus, what’re you talking about?). but to his surprise, you grin.

“wait, you’re that guy from my lit class! you compared hamlet to the lion king!”

to be fair, akaashi helped bokuto out with that assignment so whatever words he spewed out of his mouth were half of akaashi’s knowledge and half of bokuto’s bullshit. he didn’t even get a very good grade. but the C+ on his paper after seeing the way you smile at him about it looks like a golden A right about now.

“yeah…that was me.”

“you’re explanation could’ve had some work but i really enjoyed it. maybe over coffee, we can talk about it?”

oh.

OH!

“yes!” he just about exclaims, gripping onto your shoulders. “i mean,” he quickly lets go, rubbing a hand behind his neck, “sure, i guess i could go for some coffee.”

as bokuto leaves the library with you on the way to the coffee shop, he can’t help but thank the professor who gave him a D on his last exam and kuroo who wouldn’t stop bothering about studying. but above all, he thanks E.L. James for making it all possible.

✿ reblogs and interaction always appreciated !! ✿

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chaepink · 5 months

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can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?

also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?

dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡

sub!yandere boys when they date you.

wc: 1.1k+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage

note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!

— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends

— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you

— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe

— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not

— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death

— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school

— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)

— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really

— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call

— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked

— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like

— they're super clingy and always want to be near you

— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours

— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all

— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(

— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you

— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute

— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say

— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes

— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin

— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it

— and oh my god is he so shameless in public

— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around

— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after

"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"

— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)

— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly

— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him

— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating

"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"

— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum

— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough

— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up

— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers

— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat

— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission

— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess

— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment

— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards

— such a slut but we love him for it

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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hinatastinygiant · 7 months

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Pairing: Daichi x Fem!Reader

A story in which a seemingly innocent Halloween costume party at Kiyoko's beachfront home takes a sinister turn when a guest is found dead under mysterious circumstances. With the Haikyuu characters in elaborate costumes and where everyone is a suspect, you must unravel the truth before the end of the night and the killer escapes.

Warnings: Language Warning! NSFW (18+) Sexual Content, Violence!

one [Introduction]

two [Dorothy]

three [Sherlock Holmes] [NSFW]

four [James Bond]

five [Alice in Wonderland]

six [Firefighters]

seven [Wizard]

eight [Gold]

nine [The Great Gatsby]

ten [Mr. Hyde]

eleven [Rose]

twelve [Alan Grant]

thirteen [Magician]

fourteen [Vampire]

fifteen [Dr. Henry Jekyll]

sixteen [Epilogue]

THE END.

I DO NOT OWN HAIKYUU OR ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN THE OC’s.

(Updated October 13, 6:00pm est)

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gatitties · 1 year

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Happy Valentines?

Manager Miniseries

─ Aoba Josai x fem!reader

─ Summary: You are not having your best day, and the date does not match your mood, luckily everyone seems to notice and help

─ Warnings: none

7 < 8 > 9

You breathed in nasally, fingers on the bridge of your nose, frowning. You normally weren't in a bad mood but just today, February fourteenth, Valentine's Day, it had to catch you on your period.

You were more easily irritated or could change your mood quickly, not to mention that you had an incredible urge to cuddle and snuggle with someone or between lots of blankets. But no, your life wasn't that nice and your grades weren't good enough to miss classes, so now you were holding back from kicking all those girls who squealed every time they saw Oikawa do something cool in practice.

You had nothing against the holiday, but the fans were being a pain in the ass today.

"(Nn) if you keep frowning like this you will get wrinkles."

You turned your head in the direction of the boy, who was passing a towel around his neck, looked at him with an even more frown, throwing a bottle at him that hit the pretty face of the dark-haired man.

"Shut up trash."

Oikawa squirmed on his spot, complaining about the pain in his nose, he thought that his manager was a combination of Iwaizumi and Kentaro, which sent a shiver down his spine. He expected his manager to be in a good mood today but it seemed to be the opposite.

Iwaizumi held back a small laugh upon seeing the scene and Kentaro came over to acknowledge the good job you had done beating up his captain, even advising you on other methods.

When everyone went back to training Kunimi sat up, not wanting to have to exert himself any further, glancing sideways at his manager who seemed more irritated than usual. He sighed rummaging through his pocket, finding some of your favorite candies he dropped into your school bag without you noticing.

"Kunimi?"

He narrowed his eyes, putting his index finger to his mouth, then pointed to your deep frown, Kindaichi nodded in understanding to move closer to you.

"(N) are you-"

You looked at the boy abruptly, he gasped when he saw the deadly face he had received, from one moment to the next your face relaxed when saw such a baby. You sighed, rubbing your temples, pouting a little and standing up to the first year.

"Sorry Kindaichi, I'm in a bad mood."

Without expecting it, you wrapped your arms around the boy's waist with force, hiding your face in his chest, he tensed up, blushing completely, a hard blow to Kindaichi's heart.

"I-I should get back to practice."

He ran off, stumbling continuously until he was warming up like the others. Watari, who had seen the scene, took advantage of the fact that you seemed a bit calmer to approach you. You two looked at each other in silence, the libero just caressed your back in circles to comfort you somehow, he knew it was better not to have a conversation when you were like this.

You nodded to thanks, allowing him to resume his training. Back on the bench Kunimi patted your shoulder for support and you didn't even bother telling him to get back to practice, it was a silent mutual agreement.

The rest of the practice passed quietly as the coach took out all the fans who were breaking in with their screams or throwing things. You swore you saw a bra go flying onto the court, but you weren't going to take care of those things.

Of course, your torture did not end, since as soon as you arrived at class many girls piled up to leave gifts for your teammate, you reluctantly accepted them. But hey, you were so hungry for mood swings that if a couple of chocolates disappeared, nothing would happen. You smiled mischievously, rubbing your palms as began to savor the expensive sweets.

Yahaba was passing through the corridor to go to the cafeteria, he observed how you had the face stained with chocolate, you looked at each other and you narrowed your eyes, frowning. Yahaba felt a chill and raised his hands peacefully.

"I won't say anything if you share me."

You shrugged, it's not like you cared that Oikawa ran out of his beloved chocolates. You sat together complaining about things in common or how anyone hadn't given him anything for Valentines. When recess ended, you two collected all the evidence that could incriminate you, and held hands as if you made a pact not to talk about it.

But the last three hours seemed like forever, you were too tired to have to endure another few hours in the pavilion with a bunch of hormonal girls. Although you somehow understood them, the Seijo boys weren't not bad at all.

Your aggressive behavior did not go unnoticed by the third-year meme lovers, clearly noticing that their manager was around those days.

"(N), you look so pretty today."

Makki stormed you from behind with a tight hug, planting a short kiss on your cheek, you seemed to relax a bit in his embrace.

"Yeah, today you look good, I mean, you always look good, you know."

Mattsun caressed your hair, ruffling it, normally you would look at him badly and hit his shoulder but today you allowed to be gently caressed without paying attention to your tousled locks. You just enjoyed being pampered for once. Oikawa who watched the scene puffed out his cheeks like a child, remembering that this morning he tried to hug his manager but was almost bitten by you.

He glanced sideways at Kentaro who was warning him with a look not to dare come near you again or this time he would be the one to bite him.

"Th-thank you guys!"

You blew your nose with a handkerchief now hugging Mattsun, you had changed from being completely calm to crying hugging the duo, but those caresses felt so good after such an exhausting day enduring fans in love.

Everyone was touched to see how the normally uninterested manager today sought attention and pampering. Even Iwaizumi and Kentaro hugged you lovingly trying to calm your small sobs of joy. Finally you also let Oikawa hug you but they all glared at him when he tried to run with you in his arms, however the vice captain threw a ball at him stopping his feet.

Usually you were the one who had to take care of such a chaotic team, but today it seemed that the roles had been reversed and now everyone wanted to take care of you, one way or another everyone was able to show their little love.

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