Tendou recalls when he realized he had fallen in love with you.

It didn’t start off as a romance, and it wasn’t even a friendship either but he does recall the first time he ever saw you. It was a hot summer morning when you first walked into the door of his dainty cafe accompanied by the soft chime of the bell, the first time you have walked into his life. 

It was odd that you struck him so much at first glance. He wasn’t exactly looking for love at that time, but he knows for sure that he wants to fall in love at some point in his life. One that he often reads in his shoujo mangas, he had always been curious if falling in love would be something like that. If it would be as euphoric as the stories and movies he has seen. 

You became a regular customer since then. He had never known that his thoughts could be too sweet like the chocolates he makes. He never wanted to be near to you but he always deeply regret the moments he could have been close to you or the moments he could have talked to you. He always struggled to compose himself in your presence and his heart could beat so fast like a parade of soldiers on a marching spree. 

He vividly remembers the first time you made a conversation with him. You are kind, he thinks. It was a mundane question, something along the lines of what was his favorite on the menu. Because apparently, you haven’t tried everything on their menu yet. 

Since then, you would ask what he could recommend on their menu and it wasn’t the same vanilla latte you would buy every day. And since then he has found himself making something special just for you. 

You started making conversations with him, about how irritating one of your professors are to how you were always on the run to catch the train just not to miss a class. 

And he always listens, and he never interrupts. 

And sometimes he wonders if you also talk about these things to someone else. If there’s someone who’s also this eager to hear your stories.

He never had the guts to ask for your number, but he was able to get your name at least. You call him Tendou, and sometimes he would wish you call him by his first name. 

It’s one of those really slow days where there aren’t really many customers that come in, but that always changes everything once his favorite customer has arrived. He gave your order and he was ready to see you off already when you suddenly spoke to him.

“Who is responsible for the music here?” You ask, and he turns to you. 

“Oh, that would be me too,” Tendou replies with a smile.

“For real?”

“I have always loved the music that plays here, one of the reasons I kept on coming back here aside from the food,” you chuckle.

“I guess we have the same music taste then,” he quips as he props his arms on the counter.

“I have always wanted to talk to that person,” you tell him.

“I think I kind of have a tiny crush on him,” you trail off.

“Just tiny?” he inquires.

And you laugh, your laugh that soothes his mind and lightens his day.

The truth is he hates summer, but that one summer morning changed everything. 

He does not like the muggy, sticky, claustrophobic, hot days. He does not like the bugs that buzz and bite and the insect repellent at night, but he’s willing to spend his entire life with every season of you.

haikyuu characters w some of my fave drama plots ♡ [including iwaizumi, tendou, kageyama, atsumu and bokuto.]

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iwaizumi hajime ♡ weightlifting fairy

weightlifters weren’t attractive. it wasn’t cute - cute was being small and tiny and dainty and helpless. yet, you weren’t any of those docile things. you liked lifting weights and watching the shock on others’ faces as you raised a weight twice your size above your head.

having a crush on oikawa tooru was heartaching - your attempts at speaking to him desolate. and you could only guess your larger, beefy physique was the reason why.

huffing, you raised the bar you were holding a little higher, ignoring the eyes on you. the other gymnists were watching with intrigue - but oikawa’s group of fans were snickering cruelly. you glance their way and feel your hands slip a little before you readjust them correctly.

“stop listening to them.” iwaizumi gripes from where he’s stretching. you sigh and let your eyes fall to the floor, the weight you were holding going with them. with a small, muted sniffle, you shuffle to the weight bar to put your equipment back. across the room, another set of giggles burst from oikawa’s fans.

“it’s embarrassing, that’s all.”

iwaizumi lets out a huff, following behind you quietly. you meet his eyes through the gym’s mirror, frowning at the scowl he holds. the gym has gone quiet now, the fan-group keeping their eyes on the two of you. “shouldn’t let the things you like embarrass you. especially when it comes to a shitty guy like oikawa.”

you lips lift into a small half-smile as you temporarily drop your gaze from his. iwaizumi nudges your shoulder with his wrist before knodding over to the various gym equipment. “i’ll spot you and watch how intimidated shittykawa’s group gets when they see how much you can bench. deal?”

“what’s in it for me?” you tilt your head with a playful gleam in your eyes. iwaizumi puts his chin on your shoulder, basking in the collective gasp that echoes around the room. he thinks you look cute with your widened eyes - you looking that way because of him is always a bonus.

he places a kiss on your shoulder, “i’ll take you on a date.” straightening up, he grabs your wrist and leads you to a bench. “deal?”

you grin, placing a returning kiss on his cheek before you sit down. “deal.” 

——♥︎——

tendou satori ♡ my only 12%

you were devastated at the tender age of twelve. your best friend - your whole world and more - had to move away. just entering high school, and you could no longer do that together. with a wobbling lip, you gather the red-head in your arms and hug him against you tightly.

he’s just as upset, all sniffles and sobs as he nuzzles into your shoulder. “college,” he says through a cry. it’s not the time, but you can’t stop thinking about how pretty satori was - how he was growing into his stangeness and slowly embracing it more. “we’ll find each other in college.”

high school had come and gone, and you applied to different colleges thoughtlessly. you missed satori - missed his warm, caring eyes and the safety of his arms after a bad day. 

tendou satori came back to you during your second year of college. long, toned arms found home around your hips as his face snuggled deep into the top of your head. you’d lost count of how long you’d been hugging, but - burying yourself deeper into his chest - you didn’t really care.

a mandatory sleepover was held that night in your dorm room. tendou’s bags sat unpacked at the entranceway, making themselves home as they were scattered about messily. he was still gathered in your arms, curled into the tiniest ball he could be as he nuzzled his face into your chest. the red-head would keep repeating the same thing over and over, “missed you so much.”

“missed you more, ‘tori,” you planted a kiss to the top of his head. the boy let out a languid sigh, melting even further into your arms. “thought about you every day. and thought about how much i wanted you home.”

tendou let out a small whine, curling himself impossibly closer to you. his head suddenly shot up and he caged you in his arms as he hovered over you. “love you,” he spoke. leaning down, satori peppered kisses over your face before straightening up to stare down at you. “love you so much, [name].”

——♥︎——

kageyama tobio ♡ my love mix up

math was hard. history was hard. literature was hard. science was fun - but still hard. you frown at the small nub you call an eraser, only watching in despair as it finally crumbles into pieces.

you turn to the right, asking your classmate for their eraser. they grin and oblige, sending a half-used eraser your way. with a sigh, you furiously begin to erase the mess on your paper until it was blank once again.

squinting at the board, you soon give up on trying to understand anything that’s being taught. you can ask yachi later - she was always better at explaining things to you, anyways. you’re fiddling with the eraser mindlessly when you realize it feel indented. looking at it curiously, you find a half-erased name coating the back of it.

yama is written in a pretty blue color. you suck your cheeks in, glancing at your classmate slyly. they had a crush, obviously, but there were loads of people in school who had yama in their names.

a bump to the back of your desk sends the eraser flying out of your hands, soaring forwards. you watch, paralyzed as it lands next to someone’s foot. cringing to yourself, you forget to see just who was leaning over to pick up the eraser you’d been using.

he holds it for a bit and you can see him tilt his head. then he’s turning around frantically - he makes eye contact with you.

and you can’t help but wonder why kageyama looks so appalled - why his cheeks are pink and he’s just gaping at you. kageyama - yama was written on the eraser. your mouth falls open as the two of you simply stare. 

no way did kageyama think you had a crush on him! it was all a misunderstanding! your classmate liked him - at least, you think they did. with a thunk, your forehead meets your desk as you hold back your groan of shame. the day couldn’t possibly get worse.

——♥︎——

timeskip!miya atsumu ♡ honey lemon soda

you’d been practicing all morning - the correct and polite way to say hello. looking in the mirror and making sure your smile was just right ; that your eyes were soft and your voice was welcoming. today was the start of your new job, after all, so you had to make the best impressions.

osamu is the first person you see as you enter onigiri miya. he’s making a pot of coffee sleepily, puffy eyes staring through you as he yawns. finally - as he scratches at his bed head - osamu sends you a smile. “mornin’, [name].”

“good morning, osamu.” you say after taking a deep breath. you sounded okay - sounded excited to start the day and readily awake. osamu grins before he yawns again, turning to pour himself a mug of coffee. “i’ll get started on the ingredients in the back.”

osamu shoos you away as he takes a seat at the counter and just gazes out of the windows. you hold in your giggle, knowing how hard it was to wake yourself up this morning. as you take different onigiri ingredients out of the refrigerator, you continue to practice your service voice quietly.

“morning. good morning! hello, how can i help you? thank you for stopping by! good morning. mornin’! hi-”

“mornin’, sweetheart.”

jerking up from where you’d slumped over, you turn wide-eyed to see miya atsumu. the blond had developed a habit of sneaking in his brother’s resturaunt through the backdoor. he tilts his head, “well? you gonna greet me back?”

you clear your throat, “good morning, miya.”

“jus’ atsumu’s fine,” he shrugs. grinning as he walks your way, atsumu backs you against the corner as he stands over you. “glad ‘samu hired you, beautiful. ‘ve been tryin’ to talk to ya for ages now.”

——♥︎——

bokuto kotaro ♡ a love so beautiful 

it was hot. beyond hot. always so sunny, or teetering on the edge of cold enough to snow. and yet, it never did. you sighed, chin in your hand as you stare outside of the gym’s window.

the volleyball members are stretching behind you, quiet conversations and chatter setting the atmosphere for you. akaashi trudges up beside you with tonight’s homework in hand. you smile his way before sitting with your back against the wall and welcoming him to sit beside you. 

keiji grins gently, “you needed help with this, right?”

you hum and lean over his shoulder as he explains the work to you slowly. nodding along, you can’t say how much you appreciate akaashi helping you out when you struggle with the work. you open your mouth to speak, but are cut off with sounds of awe.

everyone’s staring at the window above you with wide eyes. konoha helps you stand and your mouth falls open. it’s snowing - there’s snow falling from the sky.

rushing out in a group, you spot bokuto running across the gym’s roof with two cans of spray on snow. you smile, letting out a breathless laugh at the sight. bokuto hears it, grinning down at you as the cans run out of snow. “is this okay?”

“you made it snow!” you reply in excitement. the other fukurodani members are playing in the fake flurries, tossing it around and throwing it with laughter. your eyes tear up a bit, “you actually made it snow!”

bokuto treads down to you carefully, a bashful blush on his face once he faces you. the captain toes the ground shyly as he avods your gaze. “yeah, for you. it’s all you wanted this year - snow.”

throwing your arms around his neck, you hug bokuto to you warmly and lovingly. you kiss from his cheek to his ear, planting a loud muah! there before whispering. “thank you, ‘ko. this is so sweet.”

——♥︎—— idk where this idea came from but hehe <3 i hope you enjoyed this & thank you for reading ♡ ive updated my masterlist if you want to check it out / see what’s avaliable to request!!

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haikyuu boys + acts of service !

feat. sakusa, tendou, bokuto, atsumu, ushijima

"'omi, i can do this on my own, you know."

"you say that while not trying to move away." kiyoomi noted, almost sounding smug in a way. your words, unfortunately held little effect, considering how you were perched on the toilet lid, cheek leaning on his palm. his other hand was sliding cleanser over your skin, suds forming on it. 

you sighed defeatedly, letting him continue his ministrations. he did your whole routine with diligence, watching you do your skincare every night probably imprinted your routine into his memory at this point. 

he loved spending moments like this with you. he could just enjoy the comfortable silence while doting on you, free excuse to run his fingertips over your skin and memorize every bit of it. they were calloused, and yet his touch was more comforting than anything else you've ever felt. 

after patting the last bits of your moisturizer into your skin, he stood up to his full height, walking over to the sink to wash his hands. he wiped his hands on a towel before sliding them over to either side of your face. he tilted your face up, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. pulling away, he grimaced slightly at the feeling of your moisturizer now somewhat on his lips. 

you giggled, pushing yourself from where you sat, wrapping your arms around your waist and pressing more moisturizer-covered kisses over his face. his scowl deepened, though he didn't make any effort to push you away, he'd endure it, he enjoyed your affection a bit more than how he disliked the feeling of your moisturizer, he notes to himself. 

"and she pulled out screenshots! god, i've never seen someone's face go so pale so quickly." 

satori let out a dramatic gasp, stilling the hand that was carefully painting your thumb. "no way." you nodded vigorously, giggling at his reaction. 

"yeah." you confirmed. it almost felt like a teenage sleepover, what you and satori were doing right now. the both of you sat with your legs crossed, facing each other as he painted your nails with experienced swipes. 

"not surprised though. he totes had it coming!" satori comments in a sing-song tone. he dipped the brush into the bottle, wiping it on the rim before bringing it to your index finger. you could tell he was focused, his tongue peeking out ever so slightly as his eyes squinted. 

"y'know, you're doing a pretty good job.." you noted, admiring the clean coats on your nails. he giggled, pressing a kiss on your knuckles, careful to not bump into your freshly painted nails, then one to your lips.

he then leaned back and stared at you with a goofy grin, stretching his hand out to your face, wiggling his fingers. "now paint mine!" satori chimed. you sighed, shaking your head with a grin, though picking out a bottle of dark red nail polish nonetheless. 

"yeah, and then i went like wham! and the ball slammed into their side!" 

you nodded along, smiling at koutaro's enthusiasm. the constant shine in his eyes when he talked about volleyball was something you could never get tired of, his hands moving around to further express what he was talking about. 

as he rambled, his gaze trailed down to your shoes, then back to your face, then back to your shoes with comically wide eyes. you tilted your head at his actions, a confused smile resting on your face. 

"kou, what's wrong?"

"hold on, baby. just gotta—" 

he dropped to his knee, shifting around to tie your shoelaces. he fumbled for a while, untying and retying it a few times. you stood there, silently watching him tie your shoelaces with an amusing amount of focus. 

he stood up, nodding and flashing you a wide grin. "wow, what a gentleman." you mused, almost dreamily before a small chuckle left you. he laughed boisterously, "can't let the love of my life walk around with untied shoelaces. that's unsafe!" he slipped his hand into yours, continuing his ramble with a proud smile. 

you unlocked the door to your shared house with a sigh, wanting nothing more than to slip your shoes off and flop into your bed, maybe sleep for the next sixty-eight hours.

you barely had to step foot in there before atsumu greeted you, his arms wrapping around your frame as he pressed a kiss on the crown of your head. you buried your head into the crook of his neck and shoulders, your own shoulders visibly relaxing at his touch. 

"hi, 'tsum. is it alright if we have takeout tonight? work killed me." your eyes were already closed as you spoke, leaning all your weight onto him. "no need," he leaned back to admire your tired face, pressing a small kiss against your temple. "i already made us dinner." he declared proudly, a smirk resting on his face. 

"you cooked?" 

"mhm." he nodded confidently, you shot him an unconvinced look. "...and it's edible?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, your lips curling into an amused smile. 

"hey!" 

you shrugged, "just thought osamu took all the cooking genes." 

"well, we just so happened to share! can't say the same about the looks department..."

"yeah, you were seriously unlucky there." 

atsumu gasped, shooting you a look of absolute betrayal. "your kind, generous, drop dead handsome boyfriend went out of his way to cook dinner, and this is how you repay him?!" 

your shoulders shook as you laughed, and gingerly took his hands in yours, leading him to the dining table. there sat an uncharacteristically pristine plate of rice balls, his chest puffed up in pride as your eyebrows raised in mild surprise. 

you hate to admit it's romantic. especially if you ignore the five containers shoved in the depths of your fridge, filled with his failed attempts, and his messages with his twin, begging for tips on how to cook without burning the kitchen down. 

"are you almost done?" 

you offered wakatoshi a noncommittal hum. "few more edits, and i'll be finished." the sound of clicking filled the room as you mindlessly typed away at your keyboard, eyes glued to the screen. 

he nodded, then turned around, and walked out of the room. you took your attention away from what you were writing for a few seconds to glance at the empty spot where your boyfriend had been sitting. a part of you had considered getting up to find him, but alas, this paper was due in an hour. 

a few minutes later, he returned. a glass of water in one hand, and a small bowl of sliced apples in the other. he placed them on your desk before moving behind you. his hands made their way to your shoulders, carefully massaging them as if pushing too hard would cause you to shatter.

it was amusing, how his large stature contrasted his gentle touch with you. you could almost forget that this was the same man ranked among the top three aces in japan, the same man with some of the most monstrous spikes. he'd trade his force for a moment of pure gentleness and care with you. 

you leaned into his touch like it was second nature, your head touching his torso. your eyes automatically fluttered shut as a content sigh left you. the dull ache in your shoulders from being hunched over your computer for hours seemed to completely wash away from his ministrations. 

"thanks, toshi." you mumbled, moving a hand from your keyboard to his hand, giving him a small squeeze. a noise of acknowledgement left him, it was deep, rumbling from his chest as he offered you a small, but genuine smile. wakatoshi knew he wasn't the best with his words, but he hoped these small actions spoke enough about his love for you.

an irl gave me these ideas, luv u and ur big brain greyps!!!

After A Long Day

warnings: mdni, nsfw

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Tendou lay on the couch, his left hand lazily tucked behind his head as an extra cushion while his right teased your divinely glistening pussy right in front of him.

After the long tedious hours at work he had simply dropped his jacket by the door and asked if he could please for all that was good and holy just eat you out while you tell him about your day.

As you excitedly detailed a project you were working on he pressed a kiss to your clit, smiling happily that your hard work seemed to finally pay off.

“I’m so proud of you, my paradise.”, he said and ran a long skillful finger between your needy folds.

He had refused to let you anywhere near his cock just yet. Instead, your boyfriend handed you a pillow to place on his crotch so you could comfortably lay on top of him and let him take care of you. Once he made you cum a few times like this he would ask you to ride him, holding you close, drown in your heavenly plush body and that was all he would need to get this exhausting day out of his mind.

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kinktober 2023 -> day 12

public play - tendou satori x reader

word count: 607

kinktober masterlist

You’d always known Tendou was a freak in bed. Even before you two had begun dating, you had an inkling. With how unorthodox he was, anyone would’ve guessed he was less than vanilla under the sheets. What shocked them was when he got together with you.

You knew how you looked to the people of your university. Prim, proper, never a hair out of place, well-ironed clothes and clean smile, always early for class and always on top of your grades. What can you say? You were efficient.

So how had you ended up here? Dating the Guess Monster of all people? You heard the whispers follow you when Tendou walked you to class, the same class he had the gall to be skipping. You knew they wondered, and you knew that they had no idea just how similar you and Tendou actually were.

“I wish they could see you now, honey.” Tendou cooed in your ear as your body squirmed and jerked. His lean, surprisingly sturdy figure held you in place against the wall, long thin fingers wiggling inside you so carelessly that you were worried he would rip you apart. He hummed to himself right afterward in contemplation. “Well, they could very well see you. All they have to do is really look.”

And he was right, standing under the shadow of the staircase, it wouldn’t take much for the bustling crowd of students rushing through the halls to take a little breath and slow down, realizing that the huddle under the stairs was you pressed into the wall while your tall boyfriend fingered you fast and rough, his hand disappearing under the hem of your skirt.

You bit into Tendou’s shoulder to try and stifle your moans, bucking your hips into him more and more. You wanted to cum so bad, all rational thought had flown out the window long ago. You didn’t care who saw you at this point, the voices and chatter of the people long drowned out by the roaring in your ears. Tendou chuckled.

“Dirty little thing,” he had a teasing lilt to his voice. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fingered in public. Crying all over my hand. And you’re soaking, too. Way more than usual. Should I do this more often?”

You were panting at this point, breathing hard to try and compensate for your lack of moans. You were close, and Tendou could tell, from the slow stiffening of your body to how you pushed yourself closer to him, your movements getting more desperate.

“Or maybe I should drag you out there in front of everybody,” he mused, knowing what his dirty ramblings did to you, knowing they would push you closer to the end. “I should lay you out on the floor and fuck you right there, so a crowd can gather and watch you cry and cum over my cock. That what you want? Everyone to see how big of a whore you are?”

And his words worked, because the next moment you were cumming, your juices running down his hand and his wrist, his fingers moving faster and faster to prolong your orgasm as much as he could, ignoring how hard his own cock was, straining against his pants. This was enough for now, getting off on the thought of taking you in front of all these idiots who thought he didn’t deserve you. They would understand then, as they watched you cry and moan about how good his fingers felt, why you were with him. That would shut them up real quick.

And Tendou was just freaky enough to actually pull that stunt someday.

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Semi semi !!!

Can you do Bokuto, Tendou Suna, Iwaizumi? So that they see their girlfriend again after she was away for a long time? I love You Work!!💕💕💕💕💕

how some of the HQ boys would react to seeing their girlfriend again after a long time from a business trip. (bokuto, tendō, suna, iwaizumi.)

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, them being very sulky generally, you guys are married here, suna's is inspired by a scene in the k-drama "true beauty", kita cameo in iwaizumi's, and yes, atsumu says an among us reference.

⚠ warning/s: manga spoilers.

note: THIS REQ WAS SO CUTE WHATATAT@?(# i haven't written for tendō, BUT i love a good challenge. >:3 iwaizumi's ended up being a bit long on accident. 😭 THANK YOU ANON AND ENJOY READING!!!

BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

when you told him you'd be gone for three WHOLE months, his hair just drooped down, the gleam in his eyes are no longer there, and his childish grin is gone.

baby literally gets so sulky about it :(((

"do you really have to?"

HE HAS THE PUPPY DOG EYES AND EVERYTHING STOPPTKEPDK 😭😭😭😭

"believe me, kō. as much as i don't want to stay away for that long, i have to."

every day he wakes up (with his arms around a pillow instead of you), he tries to be optimistic

"another day closer to seeing my wife!"

can't have him messing up at practice yk

but when he finally sees you at the airport, gosh, he's just all smiley about it

he picks you up and spins you around like in the movies

"i missed you so, so, so much!" he's pecking your face all over, ignoring the looks from other people, because hIS WIFE IS BACK 😭😭😭😭

"kō.. people are staring." you giggled

"let them!"

SATORI TENDŌ

"no way—! you gotta be joking!"

HE IS IN UTTER DISBELIEF.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE GOING TO BE GONE FOR THREE MONTHS???

"who's gonna be my taste tester then!?" his voice cracks

the tendō chocolatier business CANNOT FUNCTION WITHOUT IT'S OFFICIAL TASTE TESTER.

before you leave, he gives you a free box of handmade chocolates galore to snack on the plane

and, ofc, a little kiss on the cheek

when you open the box on the plane, there's a little note

"don't eat'em all on one go! love yaaa~ :3" HOW CUTEJKSJDKEJDK

when you're finally back from the trip, you stumble into tendō's arms

"oof—!" he says before patting your head, "there, there, y/n."

SUNA RINTARŌ

"what." he deadpans

"i know.. but i have to—"

"no way. i don't accept this. you're seriously leaving me?" he sounds so offended that people may think you two are fighting.

he pretends to be all mad about it, but you know he's just joking around

so when you're gone, suna has to physically hOLD HIMSELF BACK FROM CALLING YOU EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY

"she wouldn't want a clingy boyfr— husband." he corrects himself

yeah, he calls you anyway.

when you pick up, you say, "hello, my tarō! how are you?" in that sICKENINGLY KIND TONE SUNA HAS OH, SO MISSED 😭😭

you've only been gone for three days

"please come home. i miss you. please." did he just say please twice?

when you're finally home, it takes every inch of sanity left in suna so as not to drag you away for cuddles

the expression on his face tells you everything, and you giggle. "i'll just shower first, then we can cuddle." and his face LIGHTS UP

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

"even oikawa's said some terrible jokes, but this one is by far the worst."

"nope! it's not a joke, baby."

when you're gone, iwaizumi is so upset because you'd usually give him a little kiss goodbye whenever he goes off to work :((

so now he's extra grumpy while coaching the national jpn team.

"oi, hinata! you should've been able to get that one!"

"if you can't hit it right, another hundred laps for you, ushiwaka!"

"suna, stop slacking off, or i'll have that old captain of yours come back and scold you!"

suna knows iwaizumi's threat was only towards him, but that statement got even ATSUMU AND ARAN SHIVERING.

SO THE TEAM IS ALL LIKE "???" BECAUSE WHO PUSHED IWAIZUMI'S BUTTONS SO EARLY IN THE MORNING 😭

"which one of you is it. come on, fess up!" hoshiumi hisses

"i believe bokuto lost iwaizumi's pen the other day." ushijima states

"wow, are we just throwing each other under the bus now?" suna snickers

"it was an accident! i didn't know he'd get this mad about it!" bokuto tried to defend himself, "come on, tell them, atsumu!"

"i was in cafeteria with grey." atsumu lifts both hands up, metaphorically waving the white flag

"you all are insufferable." sakusa groans

you can imagine how confused the team got when after three months, iwaizumi's mood was no longer grouchy since you had finally come home

© lowercase intended | loveephia

NSFW!!

tendous fingering skills are unmatched.

you’re laid out on the silky sheets, legs propped up, and tendous slender fingers between your quivering folds. he’s been pumping them in and out of you for what seemed like hours. you try to get him to move faster by pushing against him, but he slaps your thigh each time.

“so impatient, huh?” he says with a slick smirk covering his face. he then removes his fingers from your cunt and holds them up to your face. you watch as your sticky arousal coats his finger, and he begins to scissor the air just to taunt you. pouting, you push his hand away, letting out a small ‘humph.’ tendou’s quick to snatch your face, pulling you back to his gaze.

“if you’re a good girl, i’ll let you cum.” his voice is smooth and husky. he knows you better than anyone. he knows you’ll pout for weeks on end if you don’t get what you want, so he doesn’t wait for your answer before his fingers are back between your legs and push past your folds. you let out a relieved sigh when you feel him pumping at a reasonable pace. “yeah, like that?” he hums, pumping faster till he can feel your hips jerk and your pussy clench around his long fingers.

a few more thrusts, and your legs begin to feel weak so being the menace that he is tendou curls his finger slightly and fucks you at a steady pace. hips lifting from the bed, your vision blurs, and you cum all over his fingers. he leaves them inside till you’ve come down from your orgasm, then slowly pulls out. 

your chest feels heavy as you feel him spread your legs to get between them. a slight slap on your clit makes you jolt, and you peer down to see what was going on. tendou was now aligning himself with your spent entrance, and you wiggled a bit at the sight. he noticed, and with one hand on your ankle and the other wrapped around his aching cock he smiled at you.

“ready for something bigger?”

Putting on a show

-> TENDOU SATORI X CAMGIRL!READER

Summary: Tendou has a habit of always watching your streams. And he likes you a bit too much, even though he knows there can never be any real connection between the two of you. Or can there?

Words: 2,769

Warnings: masturbation, filming / live streaming, sex work

Tendou was pissed. His tram was supposed to be here already. Treading from one foot onto the other, he prayed that it would be here soon and bring him home on time. Usually getting home a few minutes later than usual didn't bother him but today he had plans and he needed to be on time. He hated it when he missed your shows. Some of them you uploaded later in a regular video so people who missed the live stream could watch it as well but that was only for the ones where you didn't interact with your viewers. The ones where you got in front of a camera and put on a show you had planned out beforehand. And while Tendou liked those, he loved the ones where you talked. Where your eyes scanned the screen in front of you and answered the comments, complied with requests, made him feel like he was actually in the room with you. And if he missed it, he wouldn't be able to watch it later on. But more importantly: He would not be able to talk to you.

Slowly, he saw the train roll into the station. If it would drive as planned now, he might still be able to make it home on time.

Tendou knew that this wasn't the healthiest situation that he found himself in but to be honest, he didn't really care. Yes, he started watching live streams of a camgirl. Yes, he developed a crush on said camgirl. Yes, he never missed a show. Yes, he imagined what it would be like to hold you, to kiss you, to fuck you.. to take you out on dates and talk to you for hours. Yes, yes, yes. It would never happen. It was delusional. But whatever. He didn't care. He liked you and your shows always brought a smile on his face. That was enough of a reason for him to keep watching your shows.

And so, as soon as he arrived at his station, he hurried to his flat, practically bolted through the door and into his bedroom. Only two more minutes and the show was supposed to start. He could already feel blood rushing to his crotch in anticipation. It was embarrassing, he knew it but he couldn't help himself. Whenever he thought about your pretty face, your mouth, your eyes, your boobs, your waist, your thighs, the noises you made - it was heavenly. You had to be the series creature he had ever laid eyes upon and he wasn't ashamed to feel the physical proof of that fact forming in between his legs. His bulge was already starting to strain his pants as he powered up his laptop.

Hurry up! he thought as the old thing started to hum and heat up. It sounded like a dying turbine on a jet. Thankfully the walls in his apartment building were quite thick, so no one could hear his laptop. Or his moans or your live stream.

His screen told him to enter his password the second his watch showed him that your stream was supposed to start. As quickly as he could he hammered the letters and numbers into his keyboard and started chewing on his lip in anticipation. As soon as his desktop lit up and allowed him to open his browser, he grabbed his nearly empty bottle of lube he kept in his drawer. He should really get a new one, but he always forgot to when he went shopping.

With one hand he typed in the internet address he needed get to your stream, with the other one he flipped the cap of the bottle up. Finally, finally, he could click on your stream - only to see that it hadn't started yet. Were you late? It was almost too good to be true. Tendou absolutely hated missing the beginning of your streams, it always felt like he was coming late to a meeting with friends and they were all already deep into a conversation he didn‘t fully understand. That feeling was ridiculous of course, but he still had it.

So, what should he do now? He felt weird just sitting there, the lube bottle in one hand, the other one resting on his thigh, ready to pull his pants down, a tent already forming at the mere thought of you. Should he get undressed already? No, sitting there with his cock out and hard while staring at a blank screen would be even weirder. He would just have to wait.

Just when he was about to put his bottle away again the screen flickered to life and the stream started. You came into view. Gorgeous, as always. You were wearing a flimsy silk nightgown that leaves little to imagination. Tendou was sure he could already see the outline of your bra through the thin material. Even though he thought about you a lot his memories just never compared to seeing you on his screen with all of your curves and edges pin-sharp on his little screen. He could only imagine what you would look like in real life (he did that a lot, too).

Your voice flew through his room, greeting him and everyone else to your show, apologizing for the delay. Every beginning of your shows was pretty much the same but Tendou didn't care. In fact, he loved it. You would ask if everyone was excited or how their day had been and if they were in need of a distraction after a long day. You'd tell them what you were going to do with yourself tonight, asking if they liked your idea. It was so mundane and still, the way that you spoke, the way that you carried yourself, everything about it was nerve-rackingly sexy.

Of course, Tendou knew that the reason you were doing that was to wait until everyone had joined the stream before you started but still, it made him feel special. Like you were talking only to him. Asking him how he was feeling. How his day had been. How you could please him. How you could make him feel good. Like the doting girlfriend he wished you were, the one he wished he had.

Work was hard.. glad I could come home to you, he typed in the chat.

"Aw, Tori," you purred into his ear, "I'm sorry your day wasn't good. Maybe I can make it a bit better?" You winked at him.

Fuck. This. This right there was why he loved you so much. Out of all the hundred, thousands of comments and spectators you picked out him and made him feel like you were actually listening to him. Like you cared about him. He knew that logically, that could not be true. And at the beginning, it was just a fantasy he had. But the more streams he watched, the more it seemed like it was actually true. Many times he typed something in the chat, you'd respond to it. A lot more frequent than you did with most other viewers it seemed. He made you laugh, he made you hornier. Sometimes it even seemed like you were just waiting for his comment.

But that wasn't true. It couldn't be true. Why would it be? This was your job after all, and he was a customer. A customer who paid for you to take your tits out. As if you would ever have any sort of affection towards a guy like that. Satori knew how depraved and desperate he could be, fantasizing about you like that. But he wasn't delusional. He merely allowed himself to fantasize about you and him when he watched your streams. After all, that was what the streams were for, right? You were role-playing for your viewers, so there was nothing wrong with him indulging in it for a little while. While you were streaming. Maybe while he was in the shower. And when he got horny before bed. And also when he woke up with a boner.

Today, your show was a pretty simple one. Sometimes you would do a whole story like a secretary getting fucked by her boss because she messed up or a girlfriend giving her boyfriend a blowjob after a big fight (The boss or boyfriend or whatever man was involved was always substituted by a sextoy of some kind). Today it was just you pretending to welcome your boyfriend home after some time apart. Underneath the nightgown you seemed to be wearing a thing, unpadded bra - if your hard nipples that were poking through the material of the gown wer any indicator. You knew what your viewers wanted and you never failed to deliver, especially as you slowly massaged your tits with your hands and let your thighs fall open a little bit more while you knelt on the bed.

"I've missed you so much..“, you all but whispered to the camera.

Maybe in another universe you were a Hollywood actress. The way that you always made Satori feel like you actually meant every single word you said during your roleplays was insane.

He had crawled up onto his bed and settled at the headboard. His pants and underwear was discarded on the floor and after a while, his shirt followed. You made him feel way too hot for any clothing to still be touching his skin.

You had positioned yourself perfectly on your bed in front of the camera and had slowly let your hands run up and down your body.

"Did you miss me too..?" It was the husky whisper that Tendou loved so much. All the while you let your hands run back up from your lap, all the way to your breasts. God, how he wished that it was him who touched you like that.

Missed you so much. Always looking forward to seeing you.

For just a little while, he had decided not to touch his cock. He could already tell that today would be intense and he did not want to cum before not even half the show was over. Of course, his member was hard and distracting in between his thighs, but he ignored it for now. Instead, he mirrored your movements and started toying with one of his own nipples. His other hand was still gripping the lube bottle. It was almost like and anchor to him, reminding him of what was yet to come. Intently, he watched you and he could have sworn that small smile slipped over your face at just the moment his comment showed up. But then you went on to reply to someone else.

Bit by bit, you fondled your breasts until your nipples were even harder and more evident through the almost see through nightgown. People were begging for you to take it off in the chat - Satori included. You loved torturing them for a little bit, but of course you gave in eventually.

"Gonna take it off for you." You winked at the camera and smiled your million dollar smile.

For him. You were doing this for him. At least here, in his bedroom, you were. Satori knew that every other person watching your stream was probably thinking the exact same thing. or at least you wanted them to - but he didn‘t care. It felt too good to imagine. The straps of your dress slipped form your arms and the fabric pooled at your hips, exposing the delicious length of your torso. You really were wearing a lace bra that already showed off your nipples.

“Want you to touch me.. I‘ve been so alone without you..“ Your fingers went back to your chest as you grabbed both your breasts and arched your back into your own touch. Your eyes were closed and your mouth open to let low moans out. Soon enough, your bra fell away as well and you were pulling and pinching your puffy nipples. Tendou had made good use of his lube bottle and put a generous amount onto his cock before he threw the bottle onto the other end of his bed and slowly started fisting his cock. Fuck. He wasn‘t going to last long.

take the rest off, baby. wanna see your pretty pussy

He was a magician. He had to be. Because just seconds after he had typed his request into the chat you looked at the camera, cheeks flushed and eyes big and innocent, asking “you want me to take this off, too?“, a hand already on the still messy nightgown around your hips. He was either a magician or you really did look for his comments.

Quickly, you rid yourself of any remaining clothing and knelt back down. The mattress dipped down underneath you as you pressed your knees harder into the mattress to raise your hips and show off your drenched pussy to the camera. Satori would never, ever stop thanking the heavens above for letting him find you. This was the prettiest sight he had ever seen and he never wanted to forget it. You, on your knees, one hand on your nipple, the other resting on your abdomen while you raised your hips just so he could see your wet pussy better. God, you were perfect. You truly were.

“You like it?“ Your voice was so soft, so genuine. Like you truly were kneeling in front of your boyfriend and you weren‘t sure if he liked what you were showing him. Although, if your boyfriend didn‘t make sure to shower you in praises every time he saw you and made sure you knew how gorgeous and sweet you were, he was an absolute moron. Satori wouldn‘t make that mistake. He didn‘t.

so so prettyy

fuck

you always look so good baby

cant get enough of you

He had to muster up all his willpower to not start fucking his fist right then and there, but he wanted to touch himself while you touched yourself. He wanted to do it with you. Together. It was torture waiting for your hand to finally move.

touch yourself princess

wanna see you cum

It drove him mad how you inched our fingers closer and closer to your cunt. You had stopped responding to the comments, which was unusual for you. Normally, you would be whispering sensual nothings or tease the commentators about how desperate they were or say something else. But today, it was almost all moans and whispers as you pumped your fingers in and out of yourself. It was a desperate rhythm that you set and Satori followed you. He was fisting his cock tightly now, grinding his teeth as he tried to hold off his orgasm. The noises you made were sinful and only drove him to fuck his fist harder and harder. He was wondering if you were close.

You hips rose again as you stopped fucking yourself and started rubbing circles on your sensitive little clit.

“Wanna.. wanna be good for you..“ Tendou had never heard you sound so desperate. Was there really someone out there, someone watching you right now that you wanted to please this much? Was your partner watching this?

youre so good

fucking perfect

It was hard to type the words with only one hand (while fucking himself into the other), but he needed to tell you. Even when he was probably the last person you were thinking about. But then why did your eyes search for a comment and seemingly stop when his popped up? Why was there a glimmer in your eyes? Tendou had to know. He had to know if this was all just in his head or if there truly was something between you two, something that traveled all the way from his fingertips to his keyboard, through internet cables all around the world into your room. He sped up his thrusts and he could see you do the same right after his words flew across the screen, your face even more flushed than before. You were close. He knew that, he had seen you orgasm so many times. He was gonna cum soon, too. And he let you know.

im close

cum with me

now

“Hhh - I - ah!“ Your orgasm hit you like you were surprised by it. You doubled over and fell onto the bed, all of your muscles shivering under the sheer pressure your pleasure put you under. You kept moving your fingers and the sound of your slick mixed with your whimpers as you came all over yourself, just at the right moment, just the second Satori emptied himself into his fist. And that‘s when he heard it. Faintly, it echoed through his room, but there was no denying that it came from you. A quick, quiet whimper. “Tori!“

He wheezed, gripping his cock impossibly tighter as another pulse of cum dirtied his hand. His every movement stilled, eyes wide open and fixated on the screen where you now laid panting after your own orgasm.

You had just said his username. As you came. During your life stream. Where you put on a show. For him. You came - for him. Was he not alone in his longing for the person on the other side of the screen after all?

he was wrapped around your finger. and it had taken months for you to understand just how true that statement was. seeing the way his eyes lit up as you leaned in to kiss him, only for the look to drop from his face when you moved to kiss him on the cheek instead. you would be death of him, he was sure.

you'd been best friends for so long that it felt natural to be with him like this. it didn't bother you as much as you thought it might, finally realizing that he had been in love with you that entire time. because, even as he fell for you, all he had ever wanted was to be near you. to see that you were happy, that someone was taking care of you.

it finally clicks as you watch his face after your "rejection." he's pouting down at you now, you can tell that he's not really upset as he's struggling to keep himself from smiling. how could he be upset looking down at your face and seeing the laughter in your eyes? you're making it difficult to stay annoyed - even if it was fake.

"you're always so mean to me. three years of waiting and this is how i'm treated?" he's still frowning, but it's far too droopy to be real. he never had been subtle with his facial expressions, it was one of the many things you loved about him.

you pat his cheek with your free hand, the other one still being held by him. "but don't you just love it?" is your reply, trying to keep the smile out of your voice while looking into his not-so-sad eyes. the best part of all of this is watching him cave and give up on his act.

"i do," he says with a smile so wide anyone else might've thought he was still faking. he looks like a lovesick puppy and, in that moment, you realize that maybe it felt natural because you had loved him from the start. he wasn't alone in that, you were wrapped around his finger and you were sure he'd be the death of you too. "i really, really do."

characters: issei matsukawa, satori tendo!!!!, kotaro bokuto, tetsuro kuroo, ryuunosuke tanaka, atsumu miya,,,

Thinking about those goofy guys who run with you to your room without stopping kissing you passionately while your hands awkwardly try to strip each other's clothes off until you stop to look at the open door and then tell them: "lock the door", and they run towards it clumsily with their pants pulled down to their ankles and walking like a penguin.

How to kill someone

Tendou Satori x f!reader

Summary: Satori was alone his whole life. Always the monster that nobody wanted around until he found someone that would stay with him till the end.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: bullying, insults, implied suicidal thoughts, loneliness, angst, hurt/comfort

There was only a little boy sitting at a large table filled with plates and cups for no one to be used, with drinks and snacks that no one would touch. He had a little party hat on his red hair but no one who he would share all the happiness, that once radiated of him, with. His little hands were clenched tightly into his new shirt, his bottom lip wobbling and his eyes becoming glassy but no tear was shed. A woman with a large smile came into the room, holding a cake with chocolate gloss all over it. It wasn`t a masterpiece but it showed that she cared.

“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Satori. Happy birthday to you!” Before her silvery voice could finish the song the boy in front of her started weeping. His face scrunched up until a stream of tears followed. His mother gently placed the cake on the fully decorated table, just to crouch down next to her boy and hold him tightly. “Ohh honey, I´m so sorry.” His tears were soaking into the fabric of her wonderful dress but she didn`t budge. She didn`t push him away or reprimand him for ruining it. Satori was just a child desperately wanting to feel loved and if his friends couldn`t do that, then his mother would need to step up. “Why didn`t they come?” His little hand still clinging to her form while his pleading eyes were looking right through her. How should she answer that? How should she explain to her son that his friends were playing with his feelings, trying to torture him? “I don`t know, darling.” She tried smiling, lifting the corners of her mouth but it couldn`t reach her eyes, because she knew. They both did.

Every year after that he tried again and again. But no one ever showed up to his birthday parties. After that, the first day of middle school was the chance he had been waiting for. He was bouncing with energy, ready to make everything right. When his mom pulled up to school to drop him off he saw all these unfamiliar children. The reason for all the nervous tugging and quickly looking around from others, was the reason Satori's heart was nearly pounding out of his chest, accompanied by a big smile. Nobody knew him here. Nobody to ignore him, pretend to be his friend but call him names behind his back. It was finally going to be better.

His mother tried to give him a reassuring smile, holding his hands for a second too long with clammy hands while saying goodbye. As soon as her boy turned around running over to the other kids going to his classroom, her smile fell and she started nibbling on her bottom lip. Nearly making it bleed again after doing it repeatedly for the last few days. He was gonna be alright. Satori bounded into his new classroom. Eyes sparkling with excitement. Finally, after everything he would find friends. He could join a sports club to find people that had the same interests as him. They could train together and go to tournaments. He would be just like everybody else.

One of his little hands was reaching for the doorknob of the classroom while his other one was holding the strap of his backpack. Squeezing it occasionally to contain his excitement. The door was pushed open and a few heads turned around with big eyes. Nervousness radiating off them to see who else would be in their class. Satori's smile stretched over his whole face, showing his teeth that were still a bit too big for his mouth. His eyes scrunched together a bit. His eyes scanned the crowd for a place to sit, waving shyly at his new classmates that were still watching him until his eyes landed on them. Two boys, who seemed ohh so innocent but were the demons his nightmares were made of. His supposedly friends, which ignored him, talked behind his back and called him bad names at the end of primary school. They were everything he had wanted to avoid for his new beginning. "Hey, look who else is here?" Akui pointed out. He was a plain-looking kid. Dark hair falling over his face and almost hiding his small brown eyes. He was gesturing towards Satori, making the other boy at the table next to him turn around. Yumekuis freezing cold eyes fell on him and a wicked smirk danced along his features that had to look so innocent to everyone else seeing their interaction.

"Hey freak, nice to have you back in our class." The glint in his eyes darkened while he waved toward Satori and made a gesture to the table in front of them. They wanted him to sit with them. It wasn`t a friendly request so they could all be together. It was meant to be Satori's slow execution. He wanted to torture everything that Satori stood for. But he sat. Even though everything in him screamed to stand up, to run, to fight, to cry, to do anything but sit. He sat. Moving mechanically and not moving a muscle after he had found his place. He was paralyzed. The cruel truth of destiny had shown him that he could not outrun his fate. All other children would have been ecstatic to see a familiar face in the same room as them but for Satori it was a nightmare come true. Satori had thought weeks before stepping foot into his new classroom that things would be finally better, but after a few months, he realized how horrible it was going and that nobody had his back except for himself. And even he wanted to give himself up so badly and put a knife in his heart to end it all. The pain and suffering. The feelings. From day one everyone was against him. He became the monster. The soul-sucking demon nobody was allowed to touch otherwise you got a disease.

It was the second period. Their teacher had written a math problem on the blackboard and tried to explain a new formula to solve it. But it was hard to listen when little paper pieces were stuck in his hair and occasionally wet pieces found their way to his forehead. Satori was never sure if someone used water from their bottle for it or just their own saliva. His table was filling up with garbage from every side. But their teacher stayed oblivious. Never calling the other students out and putting an end to the battle against the monster, as the other children often called it. As if he was a demon that would steal the happiness out of their lives and they had to fend him off.

It never ended there. Throwing garbage was just the beginning and as the months progressed his classmates grew braver. Putting his binders into the trash followed by his backpack. They stole his homework and pulled down his pants. It was exhausting. He was always waiting for the next attack. A new move they would pull on him to hurt him. It didn`t matter what he did to prevent it. They were always there. Watching him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack and humiliate him. All their eyes were always on him. He could even feel them at home in the own comforts of his room. Middle school was hell and Yumekui was the reason it got created. The redhead was at the top of the mountain called loneliness and was just a slight push away from rolling down the other side, plummeting into a deep, cold lake that would finally freeze him. An end that he could already see from the top. It didn`t take long as the last push came. He was a stone that got kicked down, so it could sink into the darkness.

It was a Thursday afternoon and the sun was shining mercilessly down onto the courtyard. From the window, he could see children playing basketball or hide and seek. They all had huge smiles plastered onto their faces and even the kid that fell a second ago, was already on his feet again when one of his friends stretched a hand out to him and helped him up. Satori also needed someone to help him up. He joined the volleyball team of his school to find a person that could understand him. Instead, he found his talent. A passion that had kept him alive for longer. One that gave him hope. They had training on Thursday afternoons but as he wanted to grab his bag full of sportswear, he grabbed into nothingness. His bag was not where he had left it. The emptiness of the coat rack was taunting him. He could already see the disappointed and pitying eyes of his mother when another binder got lost or his backpack broke again. But losing his sportswear was worse because he knew he would have never misplaced it. Volleyball was his dream. He would never be so careless as to jeopardize it. The snickers coming from the last remaining students in the classroom also confirmed it. He hadn`t misplaced or lost it. It got stolen, because everyone hated him and no one wanted to play with him. No one could endure the satisfaction in his eyes when he blocked another spike and finally had the upper hand. So when they had a chance to take away his safe space. His paradise. They stopped at nothing. No feelings or expenses were spared because for them he didn`t deserve it. Satori went with hanging shoulders out of the classroom, eyes fixated on the floor so nobody could see the tears dripping down his cheeks. He was just a boy scared his whole life would be similar. Full of people that didn`t know him but hated him for his looks. He was scared that the bullying would only get worse, with no one to rely on but himself. He walked slowly down the corridor. Thinking about just going home, skipping training when anyways nobody wanted him there. Or if he should go to the gym, make up an excuse about forgetting his sports clothes. Standing his ground and showing his classmates that they couldn`t take that from him. But would it be worth it? To arrive there and only see disgusted faces. Two girls were coming his way, whispering their words and snickering quietly. They had something to do with it. Satori could see it in their eyes. They knew and they didn`t look at him with pity, they thought he deserved it. Until screaming was heard from the end of the corridor.

A girl was standing with their back towards him, gripping a bag that looked incredibly familiar while Yumekui was holding onto the other end. "Stop it! These are not yours!" The girl pressed out. Her whole face was red for exertion but her hands were not budging when Yumekui tried to rip it out of them once more. Satori walked closer to the action to confirm what he already thought. A girl he didn`t know was fighting for his gym clothes. Yumekui's hardened eyes lifted and fell automatically onto Satori. Immediately he let go of the bag and put an annoyed look on his face. Letting the girl stumble back but smile in victory. "Tsk, whatever. Keep this dirty thing." The boy tried to sound nonchalant but failed with the look he threw one last time at the pair before turning around. After he was gone the girl sighed in relief. The last tension was leaving her body before Satori spoke up and she went rigid again.

"That`s my bag." He said timidly, pointing with his long fingers toward her hands. Immediately she jerked around, her eyes wide. "Sorry! I wanted to bring it back but I wasn`t sure who it belonged to and Yumekui didn`t want to give it to me." She rapidly explained, putting a small smile on Satori's face which seemed to relax her. "Where did you find it?" "It was in the bin at the entrance." She explained while handing it over to the boy who had lost his smile again. The truth dawned on him, that this would happen more often now and Yumekui would always find new places to hide it. "I like your smile more." She spoke up once again, a frown now also gracing her lips. Satori took cautiously a step back. His brain going a mile a minute trying to figure out where the trap is. Was that girl in it as well? Is she only pretending to play nice to play an even sicker joke? Was she faking liking him, be his friend only to abandon him? Point with a finger at him, laughing uncontrollably while asking who would want to be the friend of a monster. He imagined a thousand scenarios but her eyes looked at him with so much concern that he couldn`t find the will to just run. He couldn`t even form words but she seemed to understand his inner turmoil. "Are you good at volleyball?" A shy nod followed from Satori before his eyes found the floor again. "Do you want to play before the next lesson starts?" His head jerked up, surprise flashing through his eyes while she just smiled. Satori eyed her suspiciously but she was unfazed, just waiting for him to confirm or deny. So he nodded making her beam at him even brighter before she took his hand and bounded with him over to the yard. "I`m (Y/N) (L/N) by the way. Nice to meet you." After that, there was always someone to hold him. They would play volleyball together and (Y/N) would look at him as if he was a miracle. She would always come to his birthday parties or as they got older, plan them herself. Their last year at Shiratorizawa came around and it was clear they all would go their separate ways. Moving to different cities or even countries and chasing their own dreams. Satori's birthday rolled around again. He was no longer filled with dread when he thought about that day because he knew there was always at least one person to remember it. When he came to class that morning a muffin was standing on his table and behind it, Semi and Ushiwaka were standing with neutral expressions. "Hey, guys. Is that for me?" Satori beamed, eyeing the little treat excitedly. "Of course, it's for you. Happy Birthday." Semi rolled his eyes at him but had a small smile on his lips. "I also wish you a pleasant birthday, Tendou." The redhead laughed thanking his ever-stoic friend as he gave him a little bag with presents their whole team had contributed to. Just as he was about to look at it another voice filled the classroom. The door flung open and loud panting was heard, followed by singing as Satori turned around. "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Satori. Happy Birthday to you!" Her face was bright red and her hair disheveled. It was the most beautiful sight he had seen all morning. "Thank you, Paradise." It wasn`t only gratefulness for her to remember his birthday but for her to stand by his side for all these years and save him from himself.

ghost!tendou with 29) i can still see you please?

you didn’t think ghosts were prone to tantrums - and then you met tendou satori. he haunted the bakery you’d just opened and the small apartment above it where you slept. it started with small things - lights being on when you’d turned them off ; the oven beeping at random hours of the night ; misplaced things being returned to the spot they’d disappeared at.

and then you saw him. crimson eyes matched scarlet hair as tendou stood hunched in the corner of your kitchen. he seemed to float over to you as you frosted a cake, peering over your shoulder curiously. tendou let the cold around him to creep around you before he spoke. “i don’t like mango, make the filling cream cheese instead.”

needless to say, it took a lot for you to get used to your new roommate / coworker. sometimes tendou’s ideas made sense - the chocolate covered strawberries shaped like little santa hats were a holiday hit. the others - you’d rather not think of the disastorous waffle mixture that was sitting in your trash can.

“matcha won’t sell, yn! i’m telling you - go with honey!” tendou was arguing about the week’s latte flavor. you held in your eyeroll as you watched tendou stomp his foot - the cabinet door beside your head blasted open in response. “sorry, didn’t mean to- no, yn! honey for this week! h-o-n-e-y!”

“satori,” you called his name with a sigh. he pouted at you, crossing his arms in a huff. “matcha is so popular now-a-days. we’ll do honey next week, hm?”

“fine, whatever! your store is going to fail without me!” storming away from you, tendou sunk into a corner of your bedroom, back towards you.you could see the annoyance leak off of him in waves of gray, your bedroom becoming foggy due to his bad mood.

stiffling your giggle, you tilted your head at the ghost boy. “i can still see you.”

tendou only whined again before flopping onto your bed.

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Happy birthday ushi 🎉🎂🥳😘🎈🎁!!!

⍣ ೋ dreams come true

˚ · . ushijima x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ fluff, unknown mutual pining, plot twist at the end (?), just cuteness for my boy wakatoshi's bday ʚ❤︎ɞ , this was kinda shit haha

even tiny love i've cherished (you make me feel so good)

you walked slowly throughout the hallways, almost hesitantly, your hand behind your back, cheeks tingling slightly with excitement and nervousness.

you inhaled deeply, lightly pouting at the way you were such a nervous wreck, even though what you were about to do was normal for friends. hah, friends.

finding the courage, you sped up your steps when you saw the classroom that your friend was in, taking a moment to take a deep breath before you opened the sliding door.

you smiled lightly, finding comfort in seeing your dear friend. "happy birthday wakatoshi-san.." you meekly muttered, walking over to his desk, to where he was sitting at. he looked up at you with his stoic face, olive eyes watching as you approached.

you looked around quickly, noticing that it was just you and him and a few other random classmates. "w-where is satori-san?" you asked, a little nervous at the idea of it just being you and ushijima.

"he left to go get a drink. he'll be back soon," he said, his attention on you as he waited for you to say something. you always guided him in the conversations, not that he didn't want to talk to you, he just didn't know what to say sometimes. he's rather a listener than a speaker.

"say, are you doing anything for your birthday?" you asked. "i don't know yet, might not do anything." he replied, his hands coming up to his notebook, closing it. oh, what a bummer. "oh, that must suck, haha. did anyone buy you gifts? or are you going to get gifts?"

"i think my team is planning something, they are acting a bit suspicious." he raised a slight eyebrow, surprising you with his words, he caught on? "m-maybe you're just being paranoid, haha, don't think too much about it!" you stammered, lightly chuckling at his straightforwardness. his team, are in fact, planning something for his birthday.

"maybe." he said, a rare light smile coming up to his face. you couldn't help but grin at him, you love it when he smiles. you've known him since freshman year, and yet you can count on your hand how many times you've seen him smile.

"ah, y'know 'toshi, i have a lil' something for you." you said, biting on your lower lip excitedly. "what is it?" he asked, lightly cocking his head to the side. you were quick to whip out his birthday gift, wrapped neatly, with a cute purple bow on the side, "ta-da!" you cheekily grinned, giggling a little at your awkwardness.

you could almost hear his thoughts as you placed the gift into his hands, a gift? "please, it's your birthday! don't be so lame, 'toshi." you spewed, one of your hands coming up to playfully slap at his broad shoulder.

"do you want me to open it?" he asked, emitting a playful scoff from you, "why are you asking me? it's your gift! open it whenever you want."

jeez, this guy can be so dense, you pouted. though, your pouting quickly turned into a shy grin, so adorable. for some reason, your stomach dropped when his hands fumbled with the string of the present, working to untie and open it, in front of you.

you trembled nervously, your eyebrows furrowed greatly as you chewed on your lip, hands clenching at the material of your skirt. "i wanted to get you something, b-but i didn't know what, but i saw it so.." you said, trailing off when he brought his revealed gift closer to his face to observe it.

a keychain, a little volleyball with two black dots as eyes, and two arms and legs. he looked back into the gift-bag, which had other items such as cookies and little things. it surprised you when he was still observing the keychain, fiddling it in-between his thick fingers.

you jolted up when he sat up once more, keychain still in his hand. from the way he was staring at you blankly, you thought he was going to like, throw it at you or something.

"thank you, i appreciate your gift." he said, sitting the keychain upright on his desk, eyebrow raising slightly when it stood up on it's own. "you like it?" you smiled, leaning a little towards his desk.

he smiled at you softly once more. "yes, i like it. thank you." you softly blushed at his words, the praise and acceptance feeling the best to you, but the moment was short lived when the 5-minute bell rang, interrupting the sweet moment.

"aw.." you groaned out, slumping over in your seat. you then stood up, stretching a little before turning to face the doorway. "i'll see you later." he said, low eyes looking you straight in the eyes.

you grinned once more at him, his words sounding more like a demand, rather than a request. "see you later, 'toshi."

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"that was fun, we should do it again," satori said, cheeks flushed intensely from all of the alcohol he consumed that night, leaning weakly against the wall of the outside doorway.

keys crinkled, metal on metal scraping against each other as ushijima worked the lock, twisting and turning the key until he heard a click. "ushiwaka, you still have that keychain?" satori purred, leaning in closer to ushijima, eyeing the familiar keychain.

opening the door, ushijima pulled his keys up closer to his chest, once more looking down at the keychain with familiarity and softness. it was the same keychain you gifted him in his senior year, and despite being nearly a decade later, the keychain dusted and dirtied, he still has it dangling alongside his set of keys.

"yeah," he grunted, opening the second door, stuffing the keys into his pocket carefully, staring straight-ahead into the house's walkway.

"welcome home 'toshi, oh, hello satori!"

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When He Realizes You Are The One

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He leaned on the shopping cart, rolling slowly through the cereal aisle. He couldn’t wait to get home so he could lay on the couch with you, his head in your lap that was softer than any pillow, binging some show on Netflix while you played with his hair. A warm shudder overcame him at the thought of this utter domestic bliss. He thought it was amazing that after three years there wasn’t a moment he hadn’t wanted to share with you. You picked him up whenever he was feeling down. You offered advice, you kept him grounded. Whenever something happened, you were always the first person he wanted to tell, your opinion being the only one he has really cared about since he met you. He looked up dreamily and saw you coming around the shelves, pondering over a pack of bread and smiling brightly when you spotted him. And in that moment everything fell into place. How had there ever been even a debate? You were the one. As simple as that.

“What?”, you looked at him in mock suspicion. He just grinned.

“I’m gonna marry you.”, he said as if only announcing something nice for dinner. You poked his side with a little chuckle and moved on down the aisle to pick out a cereal, waving at a dog through the shop window as it walked past. “So hard.”

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Bokuto, Tendou, Kuroo, your fave

them as the type of s/o that knows immediately that their partner is pregnant when the owner of the uterus doesn’t even know themselves

“you’re creeping me out.”

“creeping you out how?”

you look at him with a scowl. unsure if he’s doing this on purpose to spite you or if he’s really just as clueless as the face he’s pretending to make. it’s the third time he’s done something like this today. it was six times yesterday, and five times the day before— he kept doing something nice for you. you made sure to keep count of it as it’s not every day that he’ll volunteer to do the laundry, vacuum the house, or go full length and prepare a whole massage treatment at home for you, with him being the masseuse of course. the weirdest thing he’d done today which pushed you to ask that question again is when he insisted to do your paperwork for you because quote-unquote, “you might overwork yourself.” yeah, you'd keep tabs on them, too.

you don’t doubt him being kind, but in your 3 years of relationship, this sure is the first time he’s put so, so much, unusual than the usual amount, of effort in treating you like you’re a queen.

with curious eyes still watching his focused figure, you asked, “why are you acting like this? did you do something bad? are you dying?”

he paused from what he was doing and looked at you for a short moment, before standing up to go to the bathroom.

confusion still hasn’t left your gaze as you followed him in there, and stopped, when he faced you with a grin that you’re not so sure if playful or pure smug. that was also when you noticed the thing he was holding.

“oh no. I am so not pregnant.” a deadpan statement. bewildered by the audacity.

“oh, sweetheart, of course, you are.” he assertively put the stick in your hand and gave you a nudge, which you think is for motivational purposes. “come on, try.”

“did my uterus migrate onto you or something to make you that certain, that I am, indeed, carrying a child?” you asked while pushing him out of the bathroom and closing the door.

“my child.” he giggles. “our child.”

you started to undo your pants when he followed with the usual dramatic sigh, “my sweet honey, you never fail to make me appalled by how you still find the audacity to question my ability and intelligence on these kinds of things.”

you remained quiet doing the business. silence reigned as you both were waiting for the result. just as you were feeling the saying “it feels like forever” with how long it was seemingly taking, he spoke again.

“five minute’s up. it should be done by now.”

you rolled your eyes at the tall know-it-all outside your bathroom door.

with the silent dropping of your jaw, you hastily opened the door and stared him straightly in the eye. your face modeled the emotions of surprise, shock, and amazement, while he let out a loud chuckle and shook his head.

“how the hell did you know?”

with eyes sparkling and lips beaming with smug and glee, crossed arms, he leaned against the door frame. “aside from the fact that I’m undoubtedly absolutely smart, if it’s you, of course, I’ll know.”

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and u kissed after that and did all the scenarios you wanna have on this little drabble’s ending lol

— Osamu Dazai, (and Nakahara Chuuya, YES YES I SEE HIM BEIN LIKE THIS except for the tall part JK), Edogawa Ranpo, Saigiku Jouno, Ryouta Kise, Tsukishima Kei, Rintarou Suna, Oikawa Toruu, Tetsurou Kuroo, Satori Tendou, Koshi Sugawara, Yaku Morisuke, (and Terushima Yuuji, too!), Satoru Gojo, Itadori Yuuji, Souma Shiki

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this one’s supposedly for Dazai only but I remembered a lot of these characters while writing so y the hell not

LMAO I CHANGED ALL THE UPPERCASED LETTER INTO LOWERCASE CAUSE I WAS BORED & IM IN AN ATTEMPT TO MAKE MYSELF SLEEPY CAUSE IT’S ALREADY FCKING 5 IN THE MORNING BUT 🥲 BUT IM STILL WIDE AWAKE AF TO NO AVAIL