#🌸— oikawa.

[chikaras-garden]

Harder (brat tamer!Oikawa x fem!reader)

You think flirting is fun. Oikawa shows you what real fun looks like.

Pairing: Oikawa x fem!reader

Words: 1.8k

Contains: jealous!Oikawa, possessive!Oikawa, brat tamer!Oikawa, brat!sub!reader, spanking, degradation, implied breathplay, dacryphilia, consent checks/check ins, O calls R “angel,” but also “bitch” and “whore”

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Requested by anon.

You bat your eyelashes at the handsome man towering above you. He’s a tall, dark, and handsome type: broad in the shoulders, bulky in build—nothing at all like your boyfriend, who stands on the other side of the hotel ballroom from you.

A set of eyes watches you as if you’re prey. The gaze sears, burning into the side of your face while you toss a bashful grin in this man’s direction, dancing your fingers across the bar’s lacquered surface. He moves to take your hand, but you quickly waltz your fingers out of reach, instead wrapping them around the expensive cocktail he just bought you.

A hand falls atop your waist. Fingers press hard against your flesh, yanking you backwards into a waiting pelvis, along with a hard, familiar cock to match.

“She’ll be going now,” your boyfriend’s voice tuts. He doesn’t await a response, just spins you on your heel and drags you out of the ballroom with him.

Like a tsunami, Tooru creates a path for himself, and all else bends to his whim, lest they feel his wrath.

“I didn’t finish my drink,” you pout, struggling to keep up with his purposeful strides through the hotel’s winding hallways. “Tooru, wait a second—”

He stops so quickly that you stubble straight into his back. Two bursts of his laugh bellow through the air before they’re cut short, stopped dead by your boyfriend’s icy gaze meeting yours.

“You don’t need your drink where you’re going, angel,” he tuts. “Much less a drink another man bought you.”

It takes all your effort not to grin. Seeing Tooru so riled-up, you know that your plan went even better than you’d hoped. You’re in for it now, and that’s exactly what you wanted. But, you just have to play your part a little longer, so you wind your arms around his waist, pouting up at him. “I want to go back to the party, Tooru. I was having fun.”

He rolls his eyes. “No, you’ve had enough fun for today. I’m taking you to bed.”

You pretend to pout while he leads you by the hand back to your hotel room. Already, you can imagine exactly how much fun awaits you behind a closed door.

Tooru crowds you into the hotel room as soon as you cross the threshold. It’s not that big, but it’s certainly comfortable, with bright cotton linens and warm, gold-toned lighting. He steps quickly, dancing you backwards until your knees hit the mattress and you’re forced to sit.

He leans over you and grabs your face with both hands before kissing you with a greedy, open mouth. His tongue finds yours in an instant; you and he both taste alcohol, and you sense that Tooru teeters on the edge of control. You’d give anything to make him lose it, to make him let everything go for you.

You grab his hands and try to pull them away so you can bring them down atop your chest, but the second that you try to take what you want, he pulls away.

You pout at him, pawing at the hands that refuse to touch you. “Take it out on me,” you whine. “Make me—”

“Wait.” The realization hits him like a slap in the face. “You did that on purpose? You little minx.”

His words sear down your spine, straight to your core. You feel yourself spasm, clenching around nothing at all, aching with the carnal need to be claimed.

Tooru runs his thumb along your bottom lip, looking lost in the pretty shade of red you colored them tonight. “You know that you belong to me, don’t you?”

“Of course, Tooru,” you plead. “‘M yours, all yours.”

“Oh, isn’t that too bad?” As he coos at you, he gives you a loving look, cupping your cheek with delicate fingers. But as you look into his eyes, you don’t see love: You see the fire, passion, and jealousy of a man who just had his most beloved thing taken away.

“I don’t believe you, angel.”

He takes slow steps around the hotel room. You watch him, entranced, as he sheds his suit jacket, dropping it carelessly on the desk chair. “You’ve been very bad, you know.

“My dearest, most precious angel,” he hums, loosening his tie, “seems to have lost her way.”

Your hands shake with anticipation, but you don’t dare move while you’re locked in his gaze. You whisper a plea, “Show me.”

With a soft, thoughtful noise, Tooru places one knee on the bed behind you, and then the other. Silently, he reaches for your dress, unzipping it with one hand. His other hand reaches for your neck, long fingers wrapping around your throat, but never placing any pressure. It’s a warning, a mark. Like a collar, he’s claiming you as his and threatening what might happen if you pull too hard on your lead.

You close your eyes. Already, this is bliss.

“Lift your arms,” he murmurs. As you do, he slides your dress up and off of you, then adds, “If I hurt you—”

“You won’t.”

You feel him shake his head, but otherwise, he’s perfectly still. “If I do, this stops. I promise.”

He’ll never take no for an answer; you know that. No matter what he does to you in bed, he’ll always be your safety net, the steady hand that doles out punishment, rewards, pain, and pleasure equally.

“Okay,” you whisper. For that, you get a soft smile and a kiss on your neck.

“Now, since my angel wants me to treat her like a whore,” he sighs, acting as if you asked him to do the dishes, “I suppose that’s what she’s going to get.”

He grabs you by the upper arm and tugs. When you move to climb into his lap, he twists. It makes you whine in pain, but it also gets the message across: He wants you face-first over his lap.

After your cheek settles on the comforter, Tooru runs a hand from your shoulder to your hip. Along the way, he unclasps your bra and tosses it to the floor, then starts rubbing your ass through your thin, lacy panties. “I shouldn’t be rewarding you for this.”

Quickly and all-too-softly for your liking, he lands a fingers-only smack to one round globe of your ass. “How many do you deserve?”

“Twenty,” you answer without hesitation.

“Hm? Why?”

You giggle into the plush comforter, lovingly gripping your boyfriend’s thigh. “The drink he bought me was 2000 Yen.”

At that, he laughs. Clearly, you conned that man out of his hard-earned money, and Tooru feels a little proud of that. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you finish it.”

He swats at the opposite cheek. As the sensation jolts through your nerves, you settle into Tooru’s lap with a dreamy hum. You’re feeling your mind slip away from you—just how you like it—so you can float comfortably in the fog of submission.

His first few swats warm you up—literally. Your ass grows redder and redder, soft skin heating and swelling under his palm.

“That was six,” he reminds you.

Then, a searing slap descends upon you. You instinctively gasp and shudder forward, but Tooru catches you on an outstretched forearm. Desperately, you cling to him. He guides you backwards, but only gives you a second to catch your breath before he slaps you again.

His thighs are tense underneath you, and the veins in his arm strain underneath his skin. Deliriously, you hyperfixate on how his strength makes him utterly beautiful to you. You love that he’s using all his force on you, his setter’s hands, his perfect calculations of speed and force.

By the time he bends to kiss the top of your head, whispering, “Halfway done, my little whore,” tears are stinging your eyes. You bite down on your lip to trap a moan in your throat, but you can’t stop the tears that burst forth at his next spank.

Your ass feels raw. The telltale haziness of subspace is creeping into your mind, eclipsing your thoughts so fully that you actually have to concentrate on your breathing. After a few more slaps, you’re fisting the comforter, pulling the fabric into a haphazard heap in front of you. Instinctively, you bury your face in it; the soft linen is cool against your cheek, but only because you’re blushing furiously and hot tears are streaming down your face.

Then, there’s a fist in your hair, and Tooru’s tugging your face out of the comforter. “You stopped counting,” he coos. “Something wrong?”

“N-No,” you stutter, sniffling. You wish you could wipe your tears, but there’s a dizzy feeling in your ears, one that tells you that you’ll fall over if you let go of the sheets.

Tooru’s hand comes to your cheek, cups your sticky skin, and turns you to face him. He appraises you, thumbs wiping at your cheeks, and bends to kiss the top of your head.

“Seventeen,” he reminds you quietly. “Can you count the last three for me?”

You nod. His lips curl into a grin, and he places another kiss on your forehead before guiding your head back to the comforter, this time making sure your nose is facing out, not down, so you can breathe more comfortably.

True to your word, you breathe a faint “eighteen” when the next spank lands on your ass. At this point, you honestly can’t feel the pain at all; the throbbing ache of your skin, red marks in the shape of Tooru’s fingers, is too persistent to recognize any one slap.

“Nineteen,” you sniffle, lurching forward on your elbows when he puts a particularly brutal amount of force into this one. “T-Tooru—”

“Ah,” he cuts you off, rubbing your backside, caressing the reddened skin that he’s about to spank one last time. “Just numbers, please.”

And then, without hesitation, he delivers the final slap. You just manage to gasp the word “twenty” before your throat closes around a sob; but, before you can let it out, before you can bury your face in your hands, Tooru pulls you upright and sits you on your knees, straddling his lap so your aching backside doesn’t touch his thighs.

“There’s my angel,” he murmurs as he presses you against his chest, big hand cupping the back of your head to guide you to rest on his shoulder. “You did such a good job, didn’t you? Do you know how proud of you I am?”

You nod absentmindedly, feeling like his voice is swimming in your brain. It takes you a minute to register what he’s saying, to let his words sink in and wash over you like a soothing balm. Then, he tilts your head up using two fingers, making you look at him.

“Get on all fours for me, angel,” he coos, rubbing his thumbs into your cheeks. “Let’s give your pretty behind a break while I fuck you, hm?”

[someprettyname]

I love that your theme is me, Mira-chan ♡

- @pretty-tooru

Ace: HAIIIIII MIRAAAAA

[ the unholy cough i coughed when I saw this ]

Why, hello there. I'm glad you like it tooru ~

Quite didn't expect you to be here, aren't you supposed to be practicing?

HAIIIIIIII ACEEEEEEEEEE

[withlovenavi]

chapter 3: the photo

pro!ushijima, who is the most offline man possible as a professional athlete, is focused reading the terms and conditions of instagram. he’s in his grey couch, after an intense workout, wet hair, thin metal glasses barely in his nose, grey sweatpants and an old tshirt from genji university.

during your morning call, you rambled about something about instagram stories and how a friend reacted. or something like that. ushijima didn’t really understood the problem but you seemed to pick up that he wasn’t following.

“just tell me your instagram and you’ll see everything.”

“i don’t have instagram.”

you went silent. ushijima wondered if he said something to upset you like that friend.

something happened on the train and you started telling him about him, happily chatting until you came to your office.

after two hours of reading all terms and conditions, a tutorial, a various attempts of setting an username, ushijma was officially on instagram.

his first follower is you.

you are quite giggly when he told you. immediately, you help him to get more things done (a profile photo, a biography, how to follow others, some instagram etiquette…). something he find incredible grateful it’s that you don’t seem weirded out whenever he asked if he didn’t understand. you even try to explain the logic behind them. you, in some ways, reminds him of satori and both of you are in his top favorite people.

the news of ushijima wakatoshi having an instagram account spread wilde. in less than 24 hours, he became one of the most followed volleyball players.

from his manager, he received praise and encouragement to be more active on social media. his current teammates greed him with his new username (ushijima is 75% sure they’re teasing him), his former teammates demand a follow back.

at some point, between oikawa endless tips, satori insistence and his agent talk about the importance of being present on social media, ushijima takes a photo at the big mirror of the lobby of his building after his 5am run and, without any second thoughts.

ushijima wakatoshi has never had his phone blow up by so many notifications.

masterlist

chapter 4: the pet name

🌸 @ultracheesesideboob 🌸

[purplina]

Why am I slowly slipping back to my Tsukiyama phase ? I never finished Haikyuu season 1 bc I was crying of stress everytime the crows had a match and I was exhausting myself, so it's not like I know the source material that much

It's just... I think they are so perfect for each other somehow

Also Kkumri on insta is keeping me ENTERTAINED w/ her little Haikyuu comics 🌸 (before them, there was Gusari and their IwaOi dj, true masterpieces, I don't take criticism)

Tbh most of the knowledge I have on Haikyuu comes from the fandom and you guys love to lie (you made new fans cry bc you told them daichi died fr) (and how come oikawa's knee injury is not real ?)

Anyways, I'm not a fan of the Friends to Lovers trope, but I think it's bc I read this trope only with het characters in YA novels when I was younger and it was probably executed poorly. However, Haikyuu gave us so many friends to lovers ships and you know what ? It works.

I would write an essay on how Tsukishima and Yamaguchi's dynamic compliment each other but my head is empty and I don't know how to think (it happens a lot, I should learn how to talk about romantic dynamics bc my poor aroace ass is struggling)

Bye ✌️😗

[sxs-a2]

@talentbloomed

And who are you?

[ravenslvt]

☆ sighhhh i want to expand my fanfic/smut capabilities so i’m trying to take some requests??? here are some fandoms/characters and x reader i’ll write for 🌸:

(will 100% do smut btw, this is what i mainly write, but i can also do fluff or angst!)

(i’m open to most prompts/scenerios! please clarify if you want nsfw/smutty or not 💗 no no's are at the bottom of the post, please read if planning on sending a request!)

✩ fandoms:

🕸️jjk: gojo!, toji, geto!, nanami, sukuna, choso!

🏐haikyuu: suna!, oikawa, atsamu, kuroo

🐉hsr: blade, jing yuang, gallagher, welt, dr ratio, gepard, sampo, dan heng (il)

💉resident evil: leon, chris, claire, ada, carlos

🩸bg3: gale!, astarion, gortash

🦇dc: bruce wayne, jason todd, dick grayson, adrian chase (vigilante pm)

💣cod: ghost, price, könig

🪦tlou: joel

📍marvel: miguel o’hara, hobie brown, bucky barnes

🕷️dmn slayr: rengoku kyo, tengen

✩ what i'm not comfortable writing:

anything nsfw that include minors, absolutely nothing sexual, I am an adult and it makes me uncomfortable! i'm all for smut, but only with consenting adults! (aged up is fine! ex. hq timeskip where they’re cannonically 20-25)

no consent/r*pe. i'm all for consent, i'm all for pre planned consensual actions, but not straight up r*pe.

o/b dynamics, just not into it personally.

pregnecy, once again js not into it myself

stuff with animals. self explanatory.

☆ (this is all i can think of for now but please feel free to send me some requests🙏🙏bolded are ones i'm currently obsessing over, it will rotate loll) ☆

[oikawapng]

you're all i see, you're all i need 🌸

iwaoi. friends to lovers. fake dating. multichapter & complete rated e. read here: ao3.org/works/44881705

— after a harmless lie, iwaizumi and oikawa have to pretend to be a couple during a family trip.

art by @flunflun

[dabisbratz]

hii >< i'm 🌸 anon !! d'you remember me ? we only interacted once and then i got busy w life but im back now and. i have so many oikawa thoughts he's so. <33

of course mdo !!! hi, petal !! mglad you’re back!! hope everythin’s been okay!!

would love to hear em !! n since mhere… ૮ ◜ᵕ◝ ㅅ ა

oikawa feels veryvery whiny t’me!! super entitled, always gets what he wants.. dramatic ! so when he wants to fuck you he’s never.. open about it. he expects you to jus.. get it. even when you’re busy !! grumblin n pantin in your ear, ruttin his hips against nothin but the fabric of his boxers n jeans till he can’t take it anymore n he’s snappy, pullin you in to press your palm against his cock n !! goin !! ‘i wanna be inside you so bad, c’mon, just the tip.. always feel so good around me, please’ all whiny n choked up cause he can’t stop rubbin your hand down onto his dick !!

[chikaras-garden]

Aftercare

Sometimes, when smut gets intense, we need a reminder that we’re still safe and loved. Read this if you need a safe space after heavy smut with your F/O.

Pairing: your fave x fem!reader

Words: 1.1k

Contains: unnamed male!F/O, implied sub!reader, mentions of overstim and rough sex, aftercare, cuddles, sweet nothings, praise, doting, mushy relationship stuff, F/O calls R “sweetheart,” “honey,” “baby girl,” and “good girl,” your F/O is called “partner” so you can decide if it’s husband/boyfriend/etc.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Feel free to tell me who you imagine while you’re reading ❤️

You’re sticky, hot with sweat, and your lungs struggle to fill with air. Your eyes squeeze shut as you wriggle against the bedsheets, trying to find comfort through the thick of your own overstimulated arousal. Though your body feels numb, you’re aware of a dull ache in the back of your mind, but you can’t tell if it’s mental, physical, or both. All you know is that you just spent what felt like hours at his mercy, and that turned you into a weeping mess with a throbbing core and limbs too heavy to move.

There’s a soft sound that echoes around the room, circling you; it’s a shush, a hum, a coo that sounds an awful lot like your name said in your favorite person’s voice. You sense him before you really feel him; it takes your brain a few seconds to realize that he’s leaning over you, hands caressing up and down your sides, and speaking to you in a soft voice, using words you can’t understand.

He takes your hands with the gentlest of fingers, nuzzles each of your palms, and presses a tender kiss to each wrist. The feeling lingers like a slow-moving cloud on a summer’s day, and the tightness in your chest loosens at the sensation. You take deep breaths in—one, two, three—and fill your lungs with warm, light air.

When you open your eyes, he’s smiling at you. “Hi, sweetheart. Feelin’ okay?”

“Mn,” you half-moan, half-grunt. Though your bones ache and your skin is sore, you gather all of your remaining strength to reach for his shoulders, to hoist yourself up to latch onto him and never let go. All you can think about is how you need him, the touch of his skin, the whisper of his praise. But, he sways out of your grasp.

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, grinning. “Water first.”

Biting your lip to hold back your pout, you think of phrases spoken in his domineering timbre: ‘be good for me,’ ‘tell me—tell me what you want,’ ‘good girls do as they’re told.’

Looking away, you mumble. “I need you.”

He cups your face with one hand, tilting your chin so he can see you. You can’t—don’t want to—resist, so you feel the weight of his eyes locked on yours while he reaches behind him, toward the bedside table. “You’ve got me, honey; I’m not going anywhere. ‘M right here. We’re all done. You’re safe.”

The cool glass of your water bottle meets your palms. It’s uncapped already, and you feel his hand resting on the small of your back. His fingers work into each muscle, and you only now realize how tense your posture is. 

“Need my help?” His doting eyes watching you with a worry that’s so ‘him,’ your heart flutters back to life. You shake your head, and he acquiesces; instead, he occupies himself with pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses to your bare shoulders.

It takes a moment for you to raise the bottle and drink. You close your eyes while a slow stream of water flows down your throat. Like the leaves of a dormant plant, you unfurl as water reaches through you. Life returns to your arms, your legs, your fingers, your toes. Even in your mind, the fog of your just-finished session begins to part, and the afterglow of your partner’s love for you is what shines through.

You take another deep breath while you lower the water bottle to your lap. Weighing the half-full container between your hands, you notice the tremble in your lip and a persistent ache in your wrists and shoulders, a chill in your bones that just now registers.

There’s a blanket waiting for you, warm from his body and smelling like his shampoo. Strong arms reach behind you, wrapping it around your shoulders like a cape. He joins its ends under your chin, smooths his fingers over the marks a different version of himself left behind on your neck.

Compared to you, he has a significant lack of coverage. Bare-chested and wearing only a pair of quickly-donned boxers, you realize he must be cold, too. “You—”

He cuts you off with an over-pronounced smooch to your cheek. “Don’t worry about me for now, ‘kay? I wanna get you cozy first.”

You give him an uncertain look, to which he just chuckles. It’s a quiet noise, like the purr of a cat; then, he leans close, resting his forehead lightly against yours. “Taking care of you makes me feel better.”

“Love you,” you murmur in response.

A sound that lives at the intersection of a shuddering breath and a delighted laugh leaves his mouth while he wraps his arms around your waist. He leans, shifting onto his hip, and tugs you effortlessly into his lap. “You did so good for me, honey. You’re the best girl, my perfect sweetheart, doing everything I asked and more. Where’d I find someone like you?”

You muster the energy for a dreamy half-smile. “I found you, remember?”

His next words flow out of his mouth without hesitation, as if he isn’t in control of them at all. “You saved me, baby girl.”

“From yourself?” You grin. “I think I’ve heard this one.”

Then, you wind your blanket-wrapped arms around his chest and nuzzle into his shoulder. It’s his turn to let out a dreamy sigh; leaning back against the headboard, he plucks your water bottle from you and takes a sip, beginning the ritual of taking care of himself, now that he’s certain you’re safe, drifting peacefully through the warmth of your bond.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “Such a beautiful, perfect thing.”

“‘M yours,” you counter amidst peppering baby kisses along his jaw. 

He swallows under your lips, and his hand finds your hip to squeeze. “No, sweetheart; you’re your own. You’re just sharing yourself with me, trusting me, and I…” He gives you a serious look. “Thank you, for that.”

So gently that you barely feel him, he taps the underside of your chin, guiding you upward to kiss him. His mouth is open, but not wanting; with how slowly his lips move, it’s almost like he’s baring his belly to you, showing you where he’s most vulnerable as his way of reciprocating what you just did for him.

“Love you,” you repeat in a whisper.

“Love you,” comes his echo.

Somewhere outside of this room, in a bathroom that’s just a few steps and too far away all at once, there’s a scented bath and silky lotion waiting for you—both of you. But that’s just the thing; it’s waiting, and it can wait a little longer, because all you need for now is to remain here, at peace and entangled with the man who loves you like no one else can.

[feelyxstuff]

Fan Fiction Recommendation #4

Hey lovely people! 🌸

Life's been a bit of a whirlwind lately, but I'm back with my fourth fanfic recommendation, and I'm so excited to share it with you!

This time, it is a BokuAka fic. It's not a pairing I usually explore, but last month, I decided to give them a real shot, and now… they have part of my heart! 💖

So, here comes the recommendation! I really hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Name: Kiss Me (Like You Wanna Be Loved)

Author: kazzydolyn

Fandom: Haikyuu!

Summary: Akaashi Keiji considers himself to be a fairly intelligent person.

Until he meets Bokuto Koutarou, and he starts making some very bad decisions.

Because the only thing stupider than getting into a friends-with-benefits arrangement with your obnoxiously attractive roommate is falling in love with said obnoxiously attractive roommate.

Rating: Explicit

Warning: No Arquive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Relationship: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou; Minor or Background Relationship(s); Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei; Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Characters: Akaashi Keiji; Bokuto Koutarou; Konoha Akinori; Tsukishima Kei; Kuroo Tetsurou; Oikawa Tooru; Iwaizumi Hajime

Additional Tags: #Alternate Universe - College/University #Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates #Akaashi Keiji is Bad at Feelings #Bokuto Koutarou is a Human Exclamation Mark #Living Together #Roommates #Friends With Benefits #Friends to Lovers #Fluff #Truth or Dare #First Kiss #Kissing #Domestic Fluff #Falling In Love #Feelings Realization #Getting Together #Happy Ending #Fluff and Smut #Sexual Experimentation #Consent is Sexy #Explicit Sexual Content #First Time

Language: English

Stats: Completed 2020-09-26

Link for the fan fiction: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26025970/chapters/63284638

Link for the pictures: https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/16888567355923864/ https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/12736811440385424/

✦✧✦✧

My thoughts: Alright, so…

I think this might be the first BokuAka fic I've read where I was like, "Okay, this is it, I love it!" 💫

To be honest, I always thought they were a cute couple, but I never felt super drawn to them. That was until I stumbled upon this really cool and unusual BAKT oneshot. And let me tell you… after that, I was like... 'aha!' 😂 I just couldn't get enough and had to start searching for more of Bokuto and Akaashi!

I’m actually rereading it right now because I couldn't stop thinking about it all day! It's got that slow-burn goodness, and it's so beautifully written and developed. A bit of cliché, in a college alternative universe, with the special touch of their personality. I also love how the author brings in the other characters and really makes the story come alive! ✨

After finishing it, all I could think was, "BokuAka is just… everything!" 🥰 I hope it gives you those same happy feels! Enjoy, and happy reading! 📚💕

My tags: bokuaka; haikyuu

[hihello-pinky]

Masterlist

🌸

Mini Series

Miss, Fuck Fall - Suna Rintarou x F! Reader

part one

part two

part three

special chapter

Sight - Suna Rintarou x F! Reader

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part ???

After 8PM - Suna Rintarou x F! Reader

8:34 PM

8:50 PM

middle of the night

🌸

Drabbles, Oneshots, Scenarios

(Ir)replaceable - Atsumu Miya x GN! Reader

Take Care - Oikawa Tooru x GN! Reader

You Remind Me of My Girlfriend - Kuroo Tetsuro x F! Reader

One Day - Kageyama Tobio x Hinata Shoyo

Honestly - Atsumu Miya x Kiyoomi Sakusa

Liar - Atsumu Miya x F! Reader

Carpet - Atsumu Miya x F! Reader

Varsity Crush - Atsumu Miya x F! Reader

🌸

Random AU Ideas

iwaizumi hajime

🌸

random txt fics to quench my self-indulgence

11 First Kisses - Choi Yeonjun x F! Reader

[hqpokemonzine]

🌸 TCG PREVIEWS 🌸

Blue Paradise is a Haikyuu x Pokemon trading card project! Let's take a look at the cards in our TCG deck. Today’s showcase:

Kenma and Pikachu by @aroonescape

Ushijima and Salamence by @soktokki

Atsumi and Pachirisu by Kaocalyn

Oikawa and Plusle by @shinnoya

🛒 SHOP HERE!

[sunflowerrosewood]

Aoba Johsai Masterlist

Here is the masterlist for Aoba Johsai team and key is below

💗 - Fluff 🎆 - Smut 💔 - Angst

🌻 - Headcanon 🌹 - One Shot 🍄 - Imagine 🌸 - Multiple parts 🌼 - alphabet 🍀 - alternative universes

Oikawa Tooru

Falling and Confessing 💗🌻

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari!! it’s been way too long since i last dropped by!! i’ve missed you!! how are you?? 

now that spring’s here, i’m lugging in a GIANT basket of flowers of all kinds for you 💐🌷🪻🌹🌻🌸🌺!! + a curious sel question!!! — what’s your favourite thing to do during spring? what do you think bokuto's is? (or whoever is your hq fave!! tho i think i remember bokuto!) 🥺 

SELLLLLLL HI THERE MY ANGEL <33333 pls never worry abt when u drop by hehe, i’m always happy to chat w u whenever!!!! :33 BUT I MISSED U TOOO and ofc i missed ur lovely sel questions …..

i’m putting allll the flowers in pretty vases and sending u a giant heap right back 🌸🌸💐💐🌷🌷🌹🌹🌻🌻🌼🌼 anddd some fruit 🍊🍓🍎🍐 !!

as for the question !!!!! hm hm HMM i honestly think i just loveee going on walks…. nothing beats spring walks imo (autumn walks r a close second tho >:3) it’s just so lovely to stroll around a bright green park…. grab a milkshake from any cute stores i pass…… and seeing the flowers and the bees and everything is always so lovely hhh i can’t wait for everything to bloom :’3

AND AS FOR HQ … bokuto is a cutie but not one of my faves sadly 😞😞 MAYBE ONE DAY THO i’m a big fan of suncoded men so there’s a big chance honestly….. BUT for this question i’m just gonna go w nishinoya bc he feels like a very springcoded boy compared to my other faves !!

i think . :3 he ALSO loves spring walks…… loves to run around like a neglected golden retriever and explore cute little nearby towns <33 would love to pet any dogs he meets and maybe feed a couple duckies <333 i just feel like he LOVES the warmer seasons and gets sm extra energy that he needs to release….. he rlly is like a little puppy i love him sm :((( ANDDD i know he loves ice pops so i think he would just be FEASTING on those and i would be right there w him . we would have a popsicle eating competition and both end up w stomach aches <33 yeah. just fun little spring things!!

but with that being said... as protocol (and my curiosity) demands ….. what abt u sel 🎤🎤🎤 u very much strike me as a spring girlie so i need to know allll ur favorite activities <3 anddd for the hq guys … what spring activities do iwa and oikawa like ?? what would u all do together ??? :3

sel i am sending u all my sunniest vibes ☀️☀️☀️🍊🍊🍊🌻🌻🌻 i hope it’s starting to get a lil warmer and brighter where u are !! ty for checking in as always <333 and have a cute lil picture of ur boys as a treat… look how cute they are aaaa 🥺🥺

[shibaraki]

monty!! i hope august has been treating you well 🥺 it’s been a while since i last dropped by, but i thought i’d pop in to ask how you are 🥺💗 and to of course, ask a curious sel question ��

going off the whole ‘beauty marks are spots where your soulmate liked to kiss on past lives’ saying, where do you hc aizawa’s beauty marks to be?

(and i have a bonus question too!! something writing related because i’m curious—who comes easiest to write for you? why?)

sending you all my love and fresh flowers for the month 💗🌷

ALSO I FORGOT TO MENTION MONTY BUT YOUR THEME EATS 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

SELBELLE!!!!! HI LOVELY I’m sorry for the delay your ask got buried in my inbox and I totally forgot to reply laksksksd but I’m wishing you a pleasant september!! I hope you’ve been well 🫂 I’ve been taking it a day at a time mostly lmao. but I’m always happy to answer a curious sel question!

cryyyy I’ve always hc’d aizawa to have a beauty mark low behind his ear… maybe some on his shoulders….. and the soft part of his belly—but you can’t see it too well because of his snail trail…….. vibrating in my seat just thinking about it 👁️👄👁️ not many but they are memorable.

as for who is easiest to write it honestly depends. I’ve written for a lot of characters at this point;; so the list ends up too long lol. in general I would say touya and bakugo as I resonate with them as characters. aizawa too, since I spend a lot of time ruminating about him. atsumu, iwaizumi and oikawa as well. funnily enough despite being my favourite, kenma is difficult for me to write for that same reason! wby?

sending u a big bouquet right back 🌸🌺🌷🌻🌼🌹and thank you 🥺 I wanted to finally have a theme to fit my url sksksk my babygirl has been neglected 🥀

[mylahrins]

oh em gee hello fellow hq & atsv enthusiast !!!!! I’ve been wanting to watch skip & loafer, how good is it /10

& I hope it’s ok that we’re mutuals now ! the suga smau is going to keep me going for the next week 🤒

OMG HIIII!!!!! 🙀

oh skip and loafer is absolutely AMAZING. probably my favorite slice of life anime as of late, 10/10!!! its so simple yet so complex?? and the characters are all so loveable, absolutely written beautifully and with care. skip and loafer is the type of series where you can tell the author enjoys and puts effort into writing it. i definitely recommend watching (or even reading the manga!) :))

and it is SO okay that we're mutuals now, i jumped for joy when i saw the notif!! im super excited for your oikawa smau!!!! and im so happy to see that you've taken interest in my suga fic as well! 😋🌸