#every face tendou makes is gold

[happy-hokkyokugitsune]

Tendou: To tease, or not to tease, that is the question.

[cottonlemonade]

Hand Warmer

You and your husband were very well matched. He and his cold hands kept you cool during the summer months while he sought your warmth during winter.

Whenever he came home from work and found you waiting for him on the couch, ready for some cozy snuggles, he detoured to the bathroom to get rid of his icy, rain or snow-drenched clothes and returned in soft pyjama bottoms and the loose shirt you all too often stole. He’d drop down on the couch and scooch in behind you, wiggling under your blanket and making over-the-top shivering sounds. You knew his spiel. Not too long after, his frozen hands traveled down to your legs, and with a sigh of complete and utter satisfaction like one would let out after the first sip of a fresh cup of tea, he’d slot his fingers between your heavenly soft and warm thighs. You pretended to scold him every time because the gold of his wedding ring was particularly evil against your plush but couldn’t keep a straight face when he nuzzled into your neck and set kisses against every inch of exposed skin he could find.

Tendou, Atsumu, Osamu, Suga, Noya, Komori, lowkey Tsukki, Hinata, Ushijima, Kenma, Suna, Hoshiumi, Hirugami, Yaku, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Konoha, your fave

Honorable mentions (those who would sneak under your shirt and hold the boobs for warmth): Bokuto, Kuroo, Kageyama, Mattsun, Makki, Semi

[dimicul]

bear with me 🍎

🧸 ushijima x reader, some fluff basically, him being him, sharing headphones, not fully finished but yk yolo

You loved the route back home.

It’s a tricky one to find, hidden behind clusters of large trees and bushes, almost hidden away from the public eye. Honestly, you weren’t sure how you found it, but you just remember swatting at the scratchy branches and peering over the makeshift wooden bridge in front of you. The sun always leaks through the leaves, kaleidoscopic patterns of gold on your head, your shoulders, your bike as you trudge past. It’s a short path, not exactly a shortcut, but it’s quiet. Hidden away from the main highway by your school. Nice and tucked away.

Dirty, busted up converses dig into the soil as you balance on the bridge, hands clutching the handles of your bike. Slow and measured steps. The fall below isn’t bad, you think. Maybe five foot. Your eyes stayed glued on the wooden beams, inhaling sharply as you make your way to the end, the buzz of cicadas filling the silence.

You hated them. Their merlot red eyes, beady and vehement. You can’t count how many nightmares you’ve had imagining their webbed wings fluttering in your face, all up in your hair, making a home for themselves.

He was never scared though. Never.

“Are you close?”

You turn your head a bit, your cheek brushing against the windbreaker collar. “Yeah, yeah…”

An almost ghostly smile tugs at the corner of Ushijima’s lip, and he nods, expectantly, his own hands on his bike. You inhale. He knew you were scared. Hell, of course you were, every single damn time. But you didn’t want him knowing that.

You take another step, a groan under your weight. Eyes widen.

“You’re fine. It was my bike.”

“Ushi,” You warn weakly and swear the bark beneath you shivers the same when he chuckles, full and baritone. He takes a few steps closer, the whirr of his bike chain accenting the buzz.

“I don’t understand why you take this path if you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared.” You reply hastily, brows furrowed. Ushijima hums, oakmoss eyes narrowing a tad. “It’s just… Not stable..”

“We can always turn around.” He offered quietly, his own eyes studying the trees towering above you both. “What if you fall?”

Jeez, way to stress a girl out. “I won’t. I’ve been doing this for a while.”

Ushijima hums, but says nothing. You were adamant on showing him your secret path to and from school. He didn’t get it. Why didn’t you just take the normal path, like him and Tendou? What was wrong with biking down the road? It had to be safer than crossing a gnarly bridge.

Determinedly, you shove that ugly feeling of embarrassment down and push past, converse against oak, bike wheeling beside you. You make sure to note how the wood beneath you looks so similar to his eyes.

“Isn’t it pretty, though?” You muse as soon as you finally cross the bridge, onto a patch of grass near an opening of brambles. Ushijima wasn’t opposed to nature, although he didn’t particularly like the bees or butterflies, like Tendou or you did. Bristling, the man takes another calm step down the bridge, eyes drawing from the trees, the oak, the buzzing of cicadas.

“You risk your life everyday because it’s… pretty?”

You scoff playfully, your bright eyes on him, lips tugging into a smile. God. His heart races picks up a little, fingers flexing against the handlebars. Ushijima isn’t a man of cheap pleasures, but when your lips tug into a cathartic grin, he has no choice to slip.

“You’re so dramatic, Toshi. I’m not gonna die. It’s a five feet drop.”

“You are small. You could easily injure your ankle. Or fall into some poisonous nettles.” Ushijima grunts, giving the bridge a wary look but still continuing calmly to steer his bike over to you. You raise a brow.

“I’m a big girl, I think I can handle it.”

Ever so stubborn. A deep sigh leaves his lungs and he easily steps over the rock in the way, his bike effortlessly gliding to you. Your eyes meet his and you grin.

“So? What’dya think?”

It’s a path, hidden in the woods, away from everyone. Someone could chase you in here and nobody would know. A poorly crafted bridge. Cicadas swarming everywhere. It wasn’t even safe, not for someone like you, who could easily slip and fall. Ushijima rolls his jaw subtly, umber eyes on your expectant smile.

“It’s… nice.”

“What? Just nice? It’s so pretty! Look, they’ve even got a small lake down there!” You point below the bridge, a cool blue catching his eye.

“If you drank that, you could possibly catch som—“

“Why the hell would I drink— Okay, big guy, let’s head out.” Shaking your head with a smile, you hum and pull yourself out onto the pavement. Ushijima follows suit, and hides his frustration as best as he could. Why didn’t you just listen?

Your hands dig into your school blazer pocket and you fish out your jumbled up earphones and your small phone. Ushijima sighs.

“Wha happened to your phone case?”

You blink, pausing to lean the bike against the bus stop wall as you stick the headphone jack in. “Oh, it just got all yellow, I need a new one.”

“You’ll end up cracking it.”

You shake your head, smiling, tilting your phone in his face. “Nah, look! Not a single scratch.”

The man bristles and steers his bike beside yours, crossing his arms, neutral expression as he watches you scroll on your phone. You had so many apps, the brightly coloured widgets making his eyes hurt.

“Wanna listen?” As always, you offer him an earbud. He takes the small white bud and hums, putting in his ear. Before opening his mouth to complain about the ear-bleeding level of volume, your smile catches him off guard.

He loves watching you listen to music. Maybe because you’re so visceral about it, head bobbing up and down ever so slightly, wide eyed and smiling slightly as you listen to whatever K-POP lyrics filled both your ears. Mouthing the lyrics, nose scrunched up. So silly, out in front of everyone. And yet his heart thuds.

“I like this one… Though I’m not sure about the beat.. Here, you pick,” You ramble and thrust the phone in his direction and he grunts.

“You don’t like my music.”

A shrug. “So? I like you.”

His breath hitched. How did you just admit that so freely with a stupid grin? He shakes his head, dark hair falling into his eyes, the phone comically small in his grasp. He scrolls down your playlist.

“Do you think you’d ever win a fight against a bear? Like really?” Your genuine tone catches him off guard as his fingers tap on the Study playlist he made for you. Ushijima huffs, brows narrowing.

“Where did that come from?”

You shrug again, shuffling up onto your bike seat, leaning against it. Ushijima hopes you don’t fall off of it like last time so instinctively, his strong arm holds your bike firmly. “Just wondering, ya know? I feel like I could take one on.”

“Impossible. I suppose it depends on the bear.” He says begrudgingly, tucking your phone into his pocket, stepping in closer so the wires didn’t came apart. “But I doubt that will matter if it’s you.”

“The heck is that supposed to mean, Toshi?”

Ushijima sighs again, barely. “A bear hit could fracture you easily. They’re much larger and stronger than you are, you couldn’t simply outrun them.”

“If I had my bike?” You point out. Ushijima makes a mental note to not let you walk down that path on your own.

“No. They’re fast creatures. Up to 30 to 40 miles per hour.”

“How the hell do you know that?” You frown at your boyfriend. Ushijima doesn’t elaborate, simply explaining with narrowed brows.

“You would easily be mauled and killed, a human your size and with your stamina. Grizzly bears can overpower humans easily. So no, you couldn’t, not even with a weapon.

“That’s — I could shoot it in the face!” Outraged slightly, you gesture a gun. “Or maybe I can fight with it until it becomes tired.”

To your surprise, Ushijima flicks your forehead.

“No. There is no chance. Statistically speaking. Unless you know how to use a knife properly, which we know you can’t.”

Your shoulders falter at his words and you sigh, rolling your eyes and fishing out your phone out of his pocket with a small ‘sure buddy.’ Ushijima bristles, gaze flickering to your face. A beat of silence passes.

“Maybe a cub.”

[ushitenevent]

UshiTen Drabble, Day Four: Sunflower, Pt. III and IV (Soulmates)

Sunflower, Pt. I and II

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Satori opens his own chocolaterie and Wakatoshi visits for an entire week to celebrate its grand opening. Satori is busy, but Wakatoshi is patient, and although the days are for his customers, the evenings are for him and Wakatoshi to explore Paris together. They eat expensive French dinners, drink wine on the grass of the Champs de Mars in front of the Eiffel Tower, take a night boat along the Seine, and walk along the banks of the water while sharing ice cream cones.

“All these years and you never found someone either, huh Wakatoshi?” Satori says one evening as he licks at his gelato. They sit together in the grass in the Tuileries.

“No,” Wakatoshi says. “It does not bother me.”

“Maybe you’ll be a late bloomer,” Satori says excitedly, waving his cone around. “Your mark’ll appear when you win nationals and they’re putting the gold medal around your neck. Or you’ll be a hot, retired volleyball player and someone will come up to you and say they went to every single one of your matches and then you’ll get your flower. Or you’ll—”

“Maybe,” Wakatoshi says with a shrug. “It does not matter to me, really.”

“I know,” Satori says with a sigh. “I don’t get it.”

“Why does it matter to you so much, Satori?” Wakatoshi asks. “Your soulmate does not make you who you are.”

“I know that,” Satori says. He leans against Wakatoshi’s big shoulder as he stretches his legs out in front of them. “I guess I like the idea that I belong to someone. That they belong to me too. Divine intervention, fates intertwined, all of that. It’s romantic.”

Wakatoshi hums in consideration.

“What if you do not like your soulmate?” he says. “The fates cannot know everything.”

“I think it wouldn’t matter,” Satori says. “I think the soulmate bond would make you like and love each other even if you wouldn’t normally, right?”

“Maybe,” Wakatoshi says, but he’s frowning, like something’s bothering him.

Satori doesn’t like the shift in his best friend’s demeanor, so he bumps his shoulder.

“Hey, you cut your hair short,” he says. “Are you copying me?”

Wakatoshi nibbles at his cone and nods.

“You look very handsome with your haircut.”

Satori flushes. The back of his neck heats.

“Oh, you,” he says. “You’re too good to me. You always have been.”

“I treat you the way you deserve,” Wakatoshi says and he says it seriously, like it’s offensive that Satori might consider otherwise. Knowing him, that is exactly how he feels. Ushijima Wakatoshi is the best person Tendou Satori has ever known.

Satori smiles and sighs and tilts his head onto Wakatoshi’s shoulder. “You’re great. I love you.”

Wakatoshi smiles back. “I love you too.”

That’s when Satori feels the skin above his ribcage suddenly heat.

“Ow!”

He frowns and pulls away from Wakatoshi, slapping his hand over his side.

“What the—”

Wakatoshi scratches the back of his neck at the same time.

Satori looks up just as Wakatoshi pulls his hand away.

There’s something there. At the nape of Wakatoshi’s neck, visible now that his hair is so short.

Satori doesn’t understand what it is at first. Then he leans in closer and his eyes widen.

“Satori?” Wakatoshi asks uncertainly into the shocked silence.

He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand. How could it be?

Satori reaches forward and brushes his fingertips against a little sunflower on Wakatoshi’s skin.

“Wakatoshi-kun,” Satori says, his voice trembling. He looks up at Wakatoshi with big, glowing eyes and a disbelieving expression on his face. “Have you ever looked at the back of your neck?”

It turns out, the universe isn’t mean; it just has an unfortunate sense of humor. Give an unlovable child, a baby monster the promise of a soulmate from birth, and then mark his soulmate somewhere almost impossible for him to see.

“When you were three months old, you had a terrible fever,” Satori’s mother tells him when he asks, later. “We took you back to the hospital.”

It was near the middle of August.

“My birthday is in the middle of August,” Wakatoshi says to him, wonderingly.

Satori wasn’t born with the little sunflower on his ribcage, his mother tells him. He was kept in the children’s ward for two days. When his fever finally got better, they brought him home. It was only then that they noticed the new little mark.

It seems impossible to him. That two babies should pass by each other in the children’s ward of the hospital and their souls should recognize each other, even if they will not know that for years. They will not grow up together, but they will meet again in high school. Their souls will be familiar, they will continue to call to each other, to be comforted by each other, but still Satori and Wakatoshi will not know.

They will not know for years and years, although that will not matter. Not in any real way. They will still love each other all the same.

“You were right,” Satori says, smiling up at Wakatoshi. His arms around Wakatoshi’s neck, the Seine quietly whispering against the bank beside them. “I don’t need a soulmate either. I have you.”

“I am your soulmate, Satori,” Wakatoshi says, amused.

“Well so you are,” Satori says. “Guess it works both ways then.”

Wakatoshi laughs and Satori reaches up to kiss him.

“You were right too,” Wakatoshi says, his voice a gentle rumble.

“Oh? I usually am, but what about this time?”

Wakatoshi rolls his eyes a little—or as close as someone like Ushijima Wakatoshi can get to such a thing—and brushes his fingertips against Satori’s cheek.

“I like the idea of belonging to you. And of you belonging to me too,” he says. Satori’s face warms, his heart pounding in his chest. His little sunflower twinges.

Wakatoshi smiles gently and leans down to kiss Satori, his best friend, the other half to his own soul. “It is romantic.”

[itsdanii]

Hi Dani! It's nice to meet you. Could I please request some Tendou and Aone fluff, where they realize someone they care for (either someone they like or their s/o) genuinely loves them. They're both people with hearts of gold that constantly get misunderstood by others 😭

I love you

Hi, bub. It's nice to meet you too ♥️ Thank you so much for requesting and I do agree that most people misunderstand the two, especially Satori. These babies deserve more love which is why I kind of turned it into a comfort/reassurance type of thing. I hope that's alright with you and I hope you like it! 🥺

genre: fluff, comfort

warnings: self doubt, insecurity, please do message me if i forgot any, thank you♥️

ft. tendou satori, aone takanobu

there's nothing better than receiving reassurance and comfort from the person you love, especially in times when you have nothing but yourself as your own enemy.

Tendou Satori

You've been staring at your phone for almost a minute or two now, confusion swimming inside you as you read your boyfriend's message all over again.

Toritori♥️: Sorry, bunny. I might have to cancel our date. Something came up :((

Missing one date, for you, is not a big deal at all. After all, you can just go on another one to make up for it, right?

But this is Satori we're talking about, your boyfriend of two years now, whom never missed a single date at all. So the fact that he's canceling one now didn't only made you feel anxious but worried as well.

Y/n: Issokay, bub, no worries at all! Let's make up for it though next time, okay? I miss you 🥺

Upon receiving no reply, you kept your phone inside your bag and asked the waiter to pack all of your orders. After paying the bill, you left the restaurant and headed to your car with only one destination in mind.

You parked in front of your boyfriend's apartment, your arms balancing the takeout food as you hopped out of the car to make your way inside with your spare key.

"'Tori?" You shuffled your way to his room and frowned upon seeing his curled up figure, his hand clutching a pillow closely to his chest.

You sat on the space next to him, Satori's eyes snapping open the moment you started combing your fingers through his hair. "Slept well?" you asked with a gentle smile.

"What are you doing here, bunny? Shouldn't you be upset that I canceled our date?" Satori opened his arms, making space for you to lay down next to him.

You happily obliged, scooting close to him to make sure that you were as close as possible. "I'm not upset. It's just one date, Tori. Plus, I got us the takeout so we can have a date in your apartment instead."

Leaning in, you gave him a quick kiss, your eyes lingering on his lips for a while longer when you pulled away. "I missed you."

Your boyfriend stared at you with semi-parted lips, arm moving up to cradle your face in his hand. "I don't deserve you," he whispered while stroking your cheek gently with his thumb.

"Where's this coming from? Did something happen?" you asked out of worry. "You can talk to me, love."

Averting his gaze from you, Satori bit his lower lip before speaking up with a shaky voice. "I just feel like you deserve better. You're so... perfect. As for me-" he paused for a moment and shook his head no.

With every word of self doubt and insecurity, you could feel your heart breaking. You didn't know why someone like Satori would think so low of themselves, but if there's one thing you're sure of, it's the fact that you love him no matter what.

"Listen to me," you stated while angling his face towards you. "I don't care what other people say, to me, you're perfect. Always remember that."

"...'m sorry."

"Don't be sorry for how you're feeling," you said with a shake of your head. "We've been together for two years now, 'Tori. I've seen your flaws and yet I'm still here, and that's because I love you. No matter what side of you I get to see, I won't leave. I'll accept every side without any hesitation."

Satori's arms tightened around you. He rested his head on your shoulder and you instinctively rubbed his back as you felt him sobbing.

"I love you, please don't leave me," he sobbed.

"I love you too. I'm not going to leave you, okay? You're not alone."

You continued murmuring reassuring words to him, your hand stroking his back as you allowed your boyfriend to let everything out.

As the clock ticks by, there's only one thing Satori realized - you do love him.

Because as he stared at your sleeping face, arms still enclosing him and hand loosely gripping his shirt as if you were afraid of letting go, he knew.

Right there and then, he knew that this relationship is like no other, because you're his just as much as he is yours.

Aone Takanobu

You're currently seated in between your boyfriend's lap, your back against his chest while the two of you enjoy the weekend by having a movie marathon in your apartment.

"Love?" Aone said as he gave your hand a small squeeze.

With a hum, you shifted in your seat and looked at Aone through your shoulder, your eyebrows raising slightly signaling him to speak.

"Why do you love me?"

You paused for a moment to let his words sink in, a small pout now displaying on your lips as you wondered why he asked such question. "Do I really need a reason to love you? Can't I just love you because I do?"

"Oh..." Aone simply said with a small nod and quickly averted his gaze.

You stared at him for awhile when you realized how unsatisfied he seemed with the answer he got. Without standing up, you swivel yourself to face him, your legs now resting on his sides as he supported you by keeping his hands on your waist.

"What's wrong, baby?" you asked worriedly. You placed a hand on his cheek to stroke the skin gently, both of you staring at each other's eyes before he, once again, looked away.

"Nothing."

"Doesn't seem like nothing to me. You know you can tell me anything, right?"

He let a few seconds pass before he sighed, anxiousness suddenly crossing his features as he spoke. "It's just that I heard some students talking when we were at practice. One kept on questioning how I managed to get someone as beautiful as you as my girlfriend."

"I mean, they're not wrong though. When most people see me, they get scared and try to keep as much distance but you never did that...Am I being silly?" he added.

You immediately shook your head no at his question. "Of course not, 'Nobu. I was just thinking where they got the courage to say those things when they don't even know you. Sure, others may get scared the first time they see you but it's their loss, not yours. You wanna know why?"

Aone nodded at you attentively and if not for the serious atmosphere, you might've already showered his face with kisses.

"It's because they don't get the opportunity to know who you really are. You're the most gentle, kind and loving person that I know and that's what they're missing out on and as selfish as it may sound, I'm actually a little bit thankful for that because only I get to see those sides of you, and I love them. I love you."

You cupped both of his cheeks and smiled lovingly. "Now, does that answer your first question?"

Aone nodded and pulled you flush to him, his head making its way to the side of your neck as he breathe in your scent. "Thank you.."

Instead of answering verbally, you let silence envelope the two of you as you seek comfort in each other's embrace.

Suddenly, Aone pulled away to stare at your face with the softest expression. "I'm so lucky to have you," he said before pressing his forehead against yours.

"And so am I, 'Nobu."

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[haikyuucute]

i know requests are close but can u do the “sorry,she’s busy” with bokuto?🥺

Ask 2: s-spare bokuto sorry shes busy please 🥺🥺🤲🤲

Ask 3: Can we get an she’s busy with bokuto? 🥺🥺

Ask 4: PLEASE DO SHE’S BUSY WITH BOKUTO OR TENDOU (if you already have for either please drop the links to them i can’t find them on your blog) 🥺

“Sorry, She’s Busy” (Bokuto Koutarou)

Warning: NSFW

Ok ok

so

In this case, Bokuto may or may not have had a hand in being the reason you and your boyfriend broke up lmao

Now, it wasn’t like he did it on purpose

It’s just that he’s not very aware of boundaries and wears his emotions on his sleeve

But anyway, it started when your boyfriend wanted to go to one of Fukurodani’s volleyball games

He was pretty interested in sports but not rlly  volleyball in particular, but he figured after hearing the praises Bokuto got for the last two and a half years, he might as well check it out

You’ve heard all the praise about his playing as well, but you’ve only ever caught glimpses of him since you were a second year 

In all honesty you weren’t too inclined to go, but you did know Akaashi from class and the two of you were pretty good friends, so you figured if anything, you’d go and support him

The day of the game, both you and your boyfriend saw just how talented the team and Bokuto were 

After they had won, you and your boyfriend were ready to leave but first, you quickly wanted to congratulate Akaashi

You found him waiting outside of the boys locker room

And this... this was when things would start to become complicated 

Just as you were about to leave 

Bokuto dramatically threw open the door with a scream of “AKAASHI—...” that died on his lips the moment he spotted you across from his best friend

Ahhh this dramatic owl was 100% convinced that it was love at first sight 

literal heart eyes as he stared at you 

Meanwhile you stared back owlishly from the sheer surprise of his abrupt entrance and because... he was shirtless 

You couldn’t help your eyes trailing along his muscular upper body with a blush settling on your cheeks

You slightly shook your head, snapping yourself out of the brief trance, saying your goodbyes before heading out

Bokuto stared after you with a large grin on his face 

“Was she checking me out!?”

Akaashi sighed “Yes... but don’t get any ideas, she has a boyfriend”

He immediately deflated

But when was he ever one to take advice 

So again, it wasn’t as if Bokuto was trying to actively break you and your boyfriend up 

Simply put, Bokuto doesn’t understand boundaries and all he knew was that he felt like he needed to be near you and get to know you

So he found every excuse in the book to go to your classroom, which was easy since Akaashi was in the same class

He started eating lunch in your classroom, insisting that you joined every time 

He’d run to your class as soon as the day ended just to say goodbye to you

He even started walking Akaashi to class in the morning just for the excuse to see you

Bokuto had fallen fast and hard for you

And you hated to admit the fact that he was stirring up some emotions for you

And you hated yourself for every second of it because you had a boyfriend 

One that was good to you and cared about you very much but... Bokuto

He was in a different league

Bokuto just shone so brightly that it was blinding 

And it made you sick to your stomach knowing that you for falling for him

It took a couple weeks but your boyfriend finally figured out Bokuto’s affections towards you

So now, he was intent on making sure Bokuto didn’t get that time with you 

He’d stay with you in the morning until Bokuto left the classroom, convinced you to eat lunch in his class, and would pick you up from your class instead of waiting by the front gates like he usually would

Bokuto hated your boyfriend 

It was easy to pretend he wasn’t in the picture since he didn’t see him too often but now he had a daily reminder that someone called you their girlfriend 

Akaashi was pissed with Bokuto for getting into this mess since this whole situation obviously affected him on court which meant even more work for the setter

Eventually your boyfriends jealousy would continue the downfall of your relationship

He also started to grow suspicious about you returning Bokuto’s feelings

It made him jealous and insecure since he had no idea how he could compete with Bokuto  

The same arguments would surface again and again until finally he suggested you two take a break and cool things down

And a break was actually just what you needed to realize that yes, you did in fact like Bokuto

like... a lot actually 

Inevitably you gravitated towards him and he grew hopeful that you liked him too

It scared you and made you feel guilty just how much you liked him 

So you did what was best and officially broke up with your boyfriend 

it was only a couple weeks after that that you started going out with Bokuto

Things moved pretty fast between you two while still feeling natural 

And it was then that your ex boyfriend found out about you two after his friend sent him a picture of the two of you making out in the gym 

Completely devastated he contacted you relentlessly about missing you and begging for one more chance

Bokuto was definitely not a fan of this 

He never liked your ex for the plain and simple fact that he was the reason you weren’t together sooner and once he was finally out of the picture, here he was again trying to get back in it

And one night when you and Bokuto were getting intimate, your ex texted you, you were too preoccupied to care though as you straddled his lap, grinding against him

Your phone buzzed again and Bokuto quickly read the text when your screen lit up

”C’mon pretty girl, please answer me”

Bokuto felt a possessiveness well up in his chest and a single glance at your reflections in the mirror across from you two gave him an idea

He grabbed your phone, wrapping an arm tightly around your waist 

He took a picture of your reflections 

The both of you naked, your back with a sheen layer of sweat, holding onto him tightly and his gold eyes piercing and intense 

He sent it with a text

”Sorry, but my pretty girl is busy rn”

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Requests are open.

[volleychumps]

Hello!! Can I request for Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, and Kuroo to you getting hit in the face by their spike or serve and like you pass out..? tysm I love your writing sm!!!! You’re my favorite writer on this app probably

:’)) These will be written before anything significantly romantic happens and they start dating, I hope you enjoy!!

Accidental Ambush w/ Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, and Kuroo

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Bokuto

“Bokuto-san, should you really be trying out a spike you’ve never tried before with full force?” 

Akaashi Keiji sighs, watching with a tired stare as the nationally-known spiker grins, gold-eyes gleaming with excitement as the owl-haired boy spins the ball in his hands for good measure. 

“Learn to live a little, Akaashi!! If I’m gonna be the bestest spiker in the world-” 

“Bestest isn’t-” 

“-then I’ve gotta have more tricks up my sleeve!” 

The banter between the two had kept both boys occupied as you entered the gym, planning to grab the sneakers you left behind from practice with the girl’s basketball team. In doing so, you eye the two as the darker haired one finally obliges to set for the over-hyped boy, causing you to pause. 

It wasn’t every day you got to see the skills of one of the top spikers in the nation up close. Realizing neither had noticed you, you hum, leaning against the wall as you think that it wouldn’t hurt to watch from a distance. 

What you didn’t expect, however, was for the ball to come hurtling in your direction, so fast and uncontrolled you hadn’t even been able to react as the weight of the ball knocks you off your feet, feeling the ground hit your back as the impact causes you to begin to lose conciousness. 

Bokuto Kotarou’s jaw drops as Akaashi’s slackens a little, both pairs of eyes widening as the last thing you hear is the sound of sneakers on the squeaky gym floor as Bokuto looks down at your limp figure in shock. The ball bounces away, leaving a trail of blood coming from out your nose. 

“Shit! Shit Shit SHIT OH MY GOD DID I KILL HER?!” 

“No, I...don’t think so.” 

“THINK? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY ‘THINK’, KAASHI?!”

“Yelling won’t change the fact that you just hit one of the captains of the girl’s basketball team.” 

“YOU SET THE BALL!” 

“You wanted me to set it, so techinically, you did this.” 

Bokuto’s golden eyes dim down a little, a wilt to his shoulders as he scoops you up carefully, guilt bouncing around his chest as he brushes some hair out of your face, Akaashi crossing his arms when Bokuto seems to gaze at your face for a second. 

“Um...are you gonna take her to the nurse, or is something supposed to happen-” 

“Right! Right, the nurse.” 

When you finally gain conciousness, your first reaction is to sit up quickly, groaning as soon as you did. What the hell happened? 

You blink when you’re immediately pushed back down again, but slower and gentler this time as the owl-haired boy in front of you gives you a nervous grin, golden eyes looking a tad sad as he begins to ramble. 

“You’re awake!! Do you want money? I can buy your lunch! Shoot shoot, uh...a goldfish! How about I buy you a goldfish?” 

His words are a tad difficult to process as you blink once, then twice before realizing he had been holding a warm towel to your nose, pink staining the white material as it indicates you had bled. You smile a small grin, pushing his wrist away as Bokuto rubs the back of his neck guiltily. 

“Bokuto...is it? Uh, I’m okay. Really.”  You assure him, telling the truth. Most of the pain had faded away, and you were left with a dull throb in your head. “I just really wanted to see you spike, I should’ve made myself known..”

“Really?” Bokuto’s eyes widen the slightest bit. “You wanted to see me spike?” 

“Yeah, that’s weird, right?” You laugh awkwardly, looking off to the side. “You’re one of the most talented players in our age range, right?”

Bokuto swallows, feeling heat rush to his cheeks as he sees you, slightly bloody nose and all, smile as if he hadn’t just socked you in the face with a volleyball as you openly compliment him to his face. 

The words rush out before Bokuto can think twice. “Do you...want to?”  

“Want to...see you spike?” You arch a brow, surprised as Bokuto nods brightly as he grins, putting the warm towel on your nose again as he brushes some hair out of your face to keep it from getting wet. “I can make a private showing just for you as my apology! I’d just need to get your number...and your name...”

“Y/N.” You attempt to push the towel away again, only for Bokuto to catch your hand, slowly intertwining his fingers with yours as he gives you a half-grin. 

“Whaddya say we make it a date, Y/N?” 

“Depends, are you gonna hit me again?” 

“I’ll definitely be hitting on you, that’s for sure.” 

Akaashi Keiji fights the urge to roll his eyes as he closes the door quietly to the nurses office, wondering how the hell his best friend managed to turn the situation into an opportunity to get a cute date. 

Oikawa

“Ladies, remember: if you’re gonna hit it, hit it until it breaks.” 

“Lame as hell.” 

“Iwa-chan, I’ll give you my attention in a second, okay?” 

Oikawa Tooru misses the flicked off finger in his direction as he continues to talk up his group of fans, grinning his playboy grin at all of them in the middle of the lunch period. Hanamaki coughs as he approaches the middle of the courtyard, choking back a laugh as he examines the situation. 

“Is he really showing them how to serve a volleyball like they actually care?” 

“At least he’s not talking to us.” Matsukawa shrugs, boredly watching as well. “I say it’s a win-win situation.” 

“Show us, Oikawa-Kun!” 

“Yeah, let us see your famous serve up close!” 

“Girls, girls...” Oikawa puts his finger to his lips, winking once. “Promise to keep it a secret?” 

“Hey now...he’s not actually gonna hit it, right?” Iwaizumi sits up fully, drinking his melon juice as he sees his childhood friend actually take position, causing Iwa to choke. 

“Oi, shittykawa, is that really the best-?” Iwaizumi questions through a fit of coughs, but doesn’t manage to finish his thought as Oikawa’s already running to hit the volleyball already set into the air as he hits it towards a space with no students-

or so he thought. 

Through a herd of squeals and praises, chocolate brown eyes widen as your figure enters the direct line of fire, time seeming to slow down as you manage to turn in question at the sound, only for your jaw to slacken. 

The sounds of his fans drown out to Oikawa’s ears as the ball hits you straight in the face, causing you to stumble confusedly as you feel your face go numb, pain slowly taking its’ place afterwards. The distance doesn’t allow the setter to pinpoint exactly who you are, but he begins to move without thinking. 

Oikawa is careless as he pushes aside the girls surrounding him, legs moving so fast before breaking into a run just in time to catch you from falling into the grass. He blinks once, eyes in shock at what he had just done, all to show off for some girls. 

He watches the tears prick your eyes, eyes beginning to flutter shut as his rushed thought process doesn’t realize just who he hit. 

“I-I’m so sorry, I-” 

Oikawa feels a lump grow in his throat as your lips form a simple, yet meaningful smile as the colors in your vision begin to close in on you, his panicked mind still trying to register who exactly he had harmed. 

It’s okay. Your smile seemed to have meant. 

Weren’t you mad? Shouldn’t you be angered that this stuck up pretentious playboy had nailed you right in the face with the oh-so famous serve known to make half the teams in his district tremble at the thought of it? 

“Congrats.” Oikawa feels a familiar hand clasp his shoulder to see Iwaizumi looking down at your now unconcious figure. “You just hit the school sweetheart square in the face.” 

“S-School sweetheart? Shit, wait, Y/N?!” Chocolate orbs widen with realization as his adrenaline-rushed mind finally registers. 

Iwa grins a tad sadistically as Oikawa gapes at the beauty in his arms, now slightly bruised and passed out because of his doing as the setter carefully picks you up, regret brimming his eyes. 

“The one girl in the school you wanted, and you had to hit her? Nice.” 

Ushijima

“WATCH OUT!” 

You don’t have time to do anything of the sort as you had just slid the door open to the entrance of Shiratorizawa’s volleyball club practice room just as Ushijima had nailed another practice spike, this one hitting the inner court so hard it had rebounded back out of control in another direction.

That direction just so-happening to be yours. 

The papers meant for the advisor slip out of your grasp as you try to process what had just happened, hearing the once boisterous gym drain of noise as the ball hits you square in the face. You had known of Ushijima’s scarily powerful spikes, but you had no idea the rebound back could feel like a ton of bricks. 

Ushijima seems to still in place as you faint backwards, eyes widening the tiniest fraction as the rest of the team surround your now blacked out figure, bruise forming on your nose along with a trail of blood. The powerful male slowly raises his hand to examine his palm, eyes betraying no emotion. 

He had done that...to a girl?

“I-Is she dead?” Goshiki whispers as Subaru nudges him, nodding over to a staring Ushijima as he takes in what he had done.

“Y’all are such babies.” Tendou yawns, walking over to begin to wrap your arm around his neck. “She wouldn’t die from something like a rebound, but if it had been the real thing-” 

“Shut up, you ginger.” Semi begins to take your other arm before the culprit’s voice makes him freeze in place. 

“No.” Ushijima’s steps manage to silent the team as they, excluding Tendou and Semi, all take a subconcious step back. They watch in bewilderment as Ushijima takes your unconcious figure with a gentleness they didn’t know he possessed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifts you into a piggy-back position. 

“I’ll take her. Continue practice.” 

Ushijima ignores the gapes and questioning stares as he walks out of the volleyball room, never had left practice early before for any reason. 

As he walks, feeling your even breaths against the back of his neck as he carries you easily to the nurse, he wonders just what he would say to you when you came to in addition to his apology. 

The stranger on his back seems to shuffle a bit, causing the ace’s steps to slow to a stop. 

“W-What...?” 

“I’m sorry, but try not to sleep. We have to make sure your head’s alright.” Ushijima says straight forwardly, blinking when you hum in agreement, still seeming to be out of it as you nuzzle your face into his neck. 

“Okay...” 

Before Ushijima can tell you not to do that, your next words make him press his lips together. 

“You’re a lot nicer than you look, you know?” You seem to slur, head lolling on his shoulder. “Sweeter too.” 

Thump.

Ushijima pauses for a few moments, beginning to walk again before stopping abruptly, grip on your legs relaxing as he feels your breathing even back out again. 

Wait. 

...thump?

Kuroo

“Kuroo, you’re hitting too hard.” 

“I don’t care!” The captain fumes as he grabs another volleyball from the basket, throwing it up to slam it across the gym angrily. “Stupid sensei! I don’t even know if I’ll be able to play in the next game if I have to take those dumb classes.” 

Kenma dodges the ball with a slight movement to his head as he doesn’t tear his gaze away from his console just as it hits the space next to his head. The setter looks up lazily as Kuroo grabs another. 

“I’m telling you, you’re-” 

Kenma’s cut off when he hits the ball again, this time not even bothering to put a spin of direction on it when it suddenly gets slammed outside a nearby open window, followed by a yell of pain. The two childhood friends exchange looks, Kenma getting to his feet with a sigh as Kuroo rushes outside. 

“I told you so.” 

Kuroo’s footsteps bring him to the point of contact, eyes widening at the sight of someone he recognizes leaning on the building for support, a hand rubbing your cheek as tears prick the corners of your eyes. 

“Shit! Are you okay?” Kuroo questions hastily as the captain’s heart beats in fear. How could he lose control of his power like that? The two friends watch, one less worried than the other, as you wave it off, laughing a little with a blush on your features. 

Kuroo breathes out the anxiety in his chest at your laugh, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards the slightest bit as you go to say something-

The smile on your face seems to fade as you lurch forward, the impact of the spiked volleyball finally processing in your body as Kuroo catches you swiftly, anxiety back in his chest. 

“Hm. Well, have fun with that.” 

“K-Kenma, what?!” 

Kuroo sighs, annoyed at his best friend as he walks off carelessly, leaving you in the hands of the captain, who looks down at you guiltily before scooping you back up in his arms and back into the empty practice room. 

When you come to, the first thing you see are the eyes of the captain, ice pack on your forehead as you realize your head had been placed in his lap, Kuroo nursing you until you had woken up. 

Startled, you sit up quickly, his forehead colliding with yours as the ice pack falls into your lap. You share a groan, and you scramble out of his hold with a redness to your cheeks that the raven-haired captain couldn’t pinpoint. 

“That couldn’t have felt good.” Kuroo frowns, a hand reaching out to touch your forehead before you turn away, causing him to arch a brow. 

“Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?” The captain questions the victim of his doing, and you laugh a little too loudly. 

“U-Um! Nope, I’ve just got to uh- feed my shark-” 

Kuroo catches your arm before you can go, pulling you back down gently. 

“Do I need to kiss you or something to make you stay still?” 

The capain catches on as a pink hue takes over your cheeks as you do as your told, a smirk tickling the corner of his lips. 

“Y/N L/N, right?” 

“You know my name?” You squeak, only prompting Kuroo to come even closer as his feral eyes seem to keep you from running. 

“I heard through the grapevine someone of the sort had a crush on me all of last year.” 

You blanch, finding movement in your legs again as you ignore the dull throb in your head. Kuroo puts an arm on the opposite side of you, resting it on the bleacher as he leans even closer, seeming to trap you. 

“What I didn’t hear however,” 

The ice pack in your lap continued to melt. 

“Was that the girl who liked me was this cute.” 

[nishiannoya]

ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ!! ᴀs sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ft. Nishinoya, Kuroo, Lev, Tendou

f!reader, drugs, language, alcohol, and more talk of drugs, mostly fluff and humor, reader gets a sunburn/tan in the tendou story (4.1k word count)

۞ four more short stories based on experiences that haunt me from how stupid i was in my irl boy crazy days. meeting noya at a music festival. attempting to study with kuroo. lev is an observant pervert. some summer beach fun with tendou. 

(part 1)

۞ Noya - Galaxies??

Your friend is pulling you through the crowd at a music festival, eager to get over to the next stage so you can find your group before it gets too packed. You, however, are barely tethered to the earth as the music from the current stage makes you want to dance, making it even more difficult for your poor friend to navigate the crowd. You've never candy-flipped before, and will probably never do it again given how out of control your body and mind feels, but right now you feel nothing but bliss as you prance by faces and flash smiles at intoxicated strangers. It's like all the molecules in your body are singing you praises, telling you that you are captivatingly divine and there's no choice but for you to accept that love.

And then it happens.

Like a movie.

The sound fades.

Slow motion.

You turn your head, hair whipping gently against your cheek as you feel something magnetic drawing your attention. A pair of playful brown eyes take in your face and you watch in real time how the pupils expand into black holes, drawing you in with their inescapable gravity.

You take in his face. Cute. Different from what you would consider your type. Shorter too. But he's also kind of perfect. Dark, wild hair with a small bleached patch at the front. And something about him. Oh lord. That thing you search for in every man you come across. Boy-ish mischief and a heart of gold. Your eyes have only just met, but you know. You know.

It's uncontrollable. Your lips mirror his as you simultaneously break out into huge grins, and you feel your face shining just as brightly as his. When did you slip out of your friend's grip? You don't even notice because you're stepping closer to him, reaching out to grab the back of his neck with your fingertips and caress his cheeks with your thumbs. His hands find your waist comfortably. They seem nonthreatening and familiar in their placement.

"Hi," you say, because you're not too sure what else you can say while you soak in how nice it feels to be close to him. It seems right yet strange, like making a new friend and greeting an old one at the same time.

"Hi," he says back, his smile somehow growing even bigger and his eyes never leaving yours.

Do I know you? Have we met before? It's good to see you. It's nice to meet you. I think I've been waiting for you.

The words are lost in your mouth, but he leans in to press his forehead against yours, noses nearly touching. Something dormant activates in your brain. A blinding light fades to blackness as you feel like you're falling into your own body, but you're not alone. He's next to you as you watch a light show playing on the backdrop that is the silhouettes of your bodies scaled up to be a projection screen. You've been here before, but always by yourself and never realized you could let someone in like that. You stand still, comfortable just drifting within yourselves for all too short of a time.

Oh.

You're suddenly pulled back into your regular body as a hand on your should tugs you away. Your friend is calling your name, but you're still fixated on the familiar stranger as you break apart from him, fingertips slipping as if you know there's no holding on.

That's right. Not this time either.

Like two galaxies destined to collide. Dancing around each other in ellipses, arms just brushing past one another for millenia until they devour one another. You smile at him, knowing you don't really have a choice but to say goodbye again. You gently wave your hand and he smiles back and waves too.

Until we meet again in the next one.

۞ Kuroo - Sandpaper??

"Ew."

You're studying in one of your university's private study rooms, trying to balance a chemistry equation on the board with the only other person from your group still willing to study past midnight. Kuroo is tall, handsome, and messes with you in a way that makes you look forward to it. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a big ol' stupid crush on him, although right now he's got some terrible stubble coming through on his jawline.

"You need to shave," you tease as you reach over and rub your thumb on his chin. Flirting is second nature with you two. Everyone hates the fact that you're not dating because you act so much like a couple that it's a disgrace to friendship. But it's always just kind of been a game that neither one of you want to call over, thinking the first one to make an actual move loses and it's done.

It's always been playful, so that's why you're shocked when he quickly grabs your wrist, spins you around, and pins you against the whiteboard with one leg pressed between your knees. He grins down at you smugly, not saying a word as he leans he face close to yours.

This is it, you think. This is where I teased him too much and now our game is over.

You close your eyes, face feeling warm as he pushes your wrists even harder above your head, erasing part of the work you just did. You expect to feel his lips on yours, but a shiver runs up your legs when you suddenly feel his cheek pressed flush against yours. Before you can voice your confusion, he starts nodding his head up and down furiously, rubbing his stubbly jaw and chin all over your face!

"Kuroo!" You yell between fits of giggles. He presses even more into you as he switches to the other side of your face. It feels like very shitty sandpaper, tickling your skin more than scratching it. You're gasping with laughter as you beg him to stop, but he only moves from your cheek down to your neck. You hope nobody walks by and kicks you guys out of the room for goofing off, but you can hardly contain your cries as he attacks your sensitive neck.

Just as you're becoming more and more aware of his breath on your skin, he pulls back and admires how irritated your skin is at his doing.

"Nope, not shaving," he says with a shit-eating smirk that pisses you off as much as it makes you wish he'd just smash his lips into yours already. But he lets you go and grabs his notebook and just leaves the room like he didn't just assault you with his pathetic beard, leaving you to wonder what the fuck just happened.

۞ Lev - Matching??

"Come on y/n! We're gonna be late!" Your roommate yells through your door as you're looking for a clean bra in your closet with a pounding headache from staying out at the bars until 3am. The only one you find is a shitty shitty rose colored satin one that you hate, but you sigh as you throw it on and a black crop top over it before you rush out the door.

It's an assembly for all extracurricular activities, apparently the partying at your university has gotten out of control once again and now everyone gets to be mass lectured on a Saturday morning. You sleepily apply some cherry chapstick to your lips as you sit with your club members, and the rest of the bleachers in the basketball gymnasium fill up.

"Hey! Y/n-chan!" You look behind you and smile at the familiar faces.

"Morisuke-kun, Lev-kun!" You say as you greet your friend on the men's volleyball team and his freshman friend that you met a few times before.

"This sucks. 80% of the people in here are hungover and still reek of alcohol," Yaku gripes.

"I totally saw you at the bar last night. You were singing to the girl at the pizza window," you jab and he just scratches the back of his head and looks away.

"What about you, Lev-kun? Did you and the other volleyball boys go out?" You ask as you turn around more to look at him. His beautiful green eyes blink at you for a moment before he registers that you're talking to him. He's pretty cute, but you like to stick to your guideline of only playing around with guys in your year.

"Oh, I stayed in last night," he says with a blush. "But my friends on the soccer team are having a party tonight! Are you going?"

You think about it for a moment, house parties not being your thing so much anymore now that you could go out in the town. However you do remember checking your bank account this morning and feeling a sinking feeling when you realized how much you spent last night.

"I might swing by if the roomies are down for it," you say and his little smile makes your heart flutter more than you want to admit.

You hear the assembly start as the whole gym echoes with a microphone screech, causing a collective groan amongst you and your hungover peers. You turn back around in your seat and tie your hair up to combat the oncoming hot flash you know is coming as your stomach gurgles unpleasantly. As the speaker's voice starts to grate on everyone's eardrums, you drop your head into your hands, feeling your shitty shitty bra strap fall off your shoulder. You grumpily reach into your shirt and snap it back further up to prevent it from falling again, unaware of the eyes behind you that are glued to your actions.

The assembly drones on past the 90 minutes that was promised. Blah blah blah your future employer is gonna see those pictures of you at an ABC party and never hire you blah blah blah here's a free uber code. You didn't even realize you were practically half asleep until your roommate's shaking your shoulder telling you it's time to go.

"See you tonight y/n-senpai!" Lev says to you as he and Yaku wave you off. Your roommate gives you a look that you roll your eyes at despite thinking the tall boy is cute.

You nap most of the day and make a pathetic attempt at studying for all but 30 minutes. When nighttime rolls around, you realize that you forgot to do laundry during the day and are stuck with the same shitty shitty bra from before to wear under your tank top. Your roommate convinced you earlier that the soccer house was the right call, because in her words, if you're not going to climb that Russian beanpole, she will.

When you arrive at the party, you immediately remember why you hate house parties as you see two lacrosse players beating each other up on the front lawn with a circle of cell phones getting it all on snapchat. It's only 10:30pm. You scowl at the juvenile behavior and make your way around to find anyone else you may know or maybe the keg. You find a non-crowded area on the back porch where you could reach into your pocket to apply some more cherry chapstick as you look around at the people.

"y/n-senpai!" You turn your attention at your name and see Lev hilariously draped all over Yaku, who's struggling to hold up his lanky friend with his short body.

You giggle as he pushes himself off Yaku and stumbles his way over to you and puts his arm around your shoulders for support once he reaches you, though you probably offer even less stability. You instinctively wrap an arm around his waist and grab onto his wrist with your other hand to help him stand better.

"I can't believe you're here!" He slurs excitedly and you can't help but to giggle at the cute flush across his cheeks and nose as he flashes all his teeth at you.

"Lev's super drunk already," Yaku sighs as he walks up to you two and Lev playfully waves his hand in front of his face as if to say that he's not.

"I can see that," you say as the tall boy starts to sway against you.

"He's been very excited to see you," Yaku teases, to which both you and Lev tense up a little bit. Lev reaches out with his arm that isn't around you and pats Yaku on the head with a large hand, and you can almost see the shorter man's anger meter rise and fall.

"I need more to drink if I'm gonna deal with you," Yaku grumbles as he lifts Lev's hand off his head and shuffles off to go find his stash of liquor, leaving you responsible for Lev's ability to stay upright.

"Senpai," you hear Lev mutter and you realize that he's playing with your fingers at his waist. He leans on you some more and looks down at you with green eyes shining and sincere. Your face feels warm under his gaze that keeps dropping to your lips. Definitely endearing how obvious he's being, especially when compared to guys who like to play games.

"Um," he stutters and you can see he's turning even more red. Fearing that he might have drank too too much, you urge him to sit. You find a somewhat damp wooden bench, but it'll do as you carefully sit down and guide Lev down with you.

"You're wearing it," he mumbles, still leaning against you, but his eyes are closed. "The bra from earlier today...matches your lips...same color..."

You whip your head at him, eyes going wide, and feeling your entire body chill at his words. His eyes are still closed, but a satisfied smile sits on his lips.

"Couldn't stop thinking about it all day..."

You stare at him incredulously, not knowing how to respond, or if he's complimenting you or being a total pervert. You look down at your shoulder and sure enough the shitty shitty bra strap had fallen down again. You consciously pull it back up and then touch your lips with your fingertips, wondering if all boys noticed things like that, or if Lev is just particularly observant.

"There you are! Someone called the cops because of the fighting! We gotta go now," your roommate demands as soon as she spots you. You stand up and realize that Lev is passed the fuck out completely. Thankfully Yaku finds you and says he'll take care of him. You worry for a moment, but it seems like he has a lot of experience in dragging around the larger boy's body as he hustles out the back gate quicker than everyone else.

You and your roommate make it home safely and you immediately hole yourself in your room, ripping your bra off and throwing it your bed while wiping the cherry chapstick off with the back of your hand. You groan into your pillow once you flop onto your bed as you try not to think too deeply about Lev's weird comment. You spot the bra as you turn your head to the side and think maybe you won't throw it away.

Maybe I'll save it and give it to Lev-kun after I graduate, you snicker to yourself before falling asleep.

۞ Satori - Love Bug??

To be honest, you came out for Semi when he texted you that he was going to the beach with his teammates. But he and the other guys were deep into a game of volleyball, and while it was nice to respectfully look at the toned bodies glistening under the summer sun, you were left pretty bored guarding everyone's towels and holding down the spot.

"Found you!"

You look up from the book you're pretending to be into despite having to reread the last paragraph three times as your brain keeps floating off. You smile at the newcomer, one of Semi's teammates that you’ve briefly met a few times at parties.

Tendou Satori is all lean muscle, oddly cute, and is the type to always keeps the conversation going from what you've noticed of him, but you never really talked with him one-on-one. He unrolls his towel and you're surprised when he lays down right next you instead of joining the rest of the guys in their volleyball game.

"Whatcha reading?" He asks as he leans towards you to look at your book. His shoulder touches yours for just a second and you feel like a little girl from how giddy it makes you feel.

"It's about the connection between ayahuasca and DNA and what we can learn from Amazonian medicine," you say with a smile, hoping that it doesn't sound to weird or pretentious.

To your delight, his face lights up and he starts to tells you some psychedelic stories of when he forced Shirabu to take acid with him at Disneyworld that have you laughing in stitches. You're telling him your mushroom journeys when you realize that you hardly know him, but he's so fun and easy to talk to when you're usually quiet around people you don't know well. Something about his smile and playful red eyes makes you feel excited and at ease simultaneously.

You both decide to cool off in the ocean for a little bit, though you suddenly sink down to your chin after you walk past the shoreline ledge. Tendou kindly offers to let you hold onto his shoulder since he can still touch the bottom, which you gladly accept after 30 seconds of treading water. You two chat energetically about cartoons and comics, your face right next to his as you rest your chin on his shoulder from behind. You're careful not to let your body press up against his, though you'd be lying if you said you weren't thinking about wrapping your legs around his waist and holding onto him that way. Still, you get a nice close up view of how cute he looks with his bright red hair slicked back with saltwater that makes you pretty much forget about Semi playing volleyball on shore.

As you two decide to get out of the water, you keep talking about the shitty treatment of female characters in anime. Even though you don't care if he cares, you'll rant about it to anyone who'll listen, you're pleasantly surprised when he agrees with you and goes off on his own tangent about it. A fond smile plasters itself to your face as you listen to him with dreamy eyes, finding yourself thinking that he's kinda perfect.

When you get back to your towels, you start to reapply your sunscreen as you feel the intense summer sun scorching your shoulders. You offer some to Tendou and say you'll get his back if he gets yours. You know you're flirting with him, and you do feel a little guilty when another guy invited you here, but it's not like you're spoken for.

He happily accepts the opportunity to rub some lotion on you. You blather on about your travels and dreams to live on an island, which distracts you from paying too close attention to the way his fingers tickle across your skin. When he's done, you tell him to lie on his stomach so you can swing your legs over his lower back and find a seat on his tailbone. Your position is suggestive, especially in your blue bikini that's a little cheekier than the others in your drawer, but you're not the type to see something you want and not plant the seeds for getting it.

You listen to him talk about the places he wants to visit as you squeeze a generous amount of sunscreen in your hands. He's got a few cute freckles on his shoulder blades that you take note of as your palms work their way across his back. It shouldn't take you so long to apply the lotion, but you keep applying more making up the excuse that you're just looking out for his pale skin. You chat about music and concerts as you trace little hearts around the freckles through the excess sunscreen, enjoying the warmth swimming under your skin from the summer amplifying whatever this new feeling is.

You eventually remove yourself from his back, plopping down on your stomach next to him and resting your head in your arms. You peer over your arm at him and meet his eyes doing the same, the sun feeling particularly hot on your face. He pokes your elbow with his which makes you smile and scoot just a little closer to him. Your faces are so close as you lazily ask him to tell you more about doing drugs at theme parks. He's talks animatedly of tales of brownies gone wrong at Six Flags, and when they forced Goshiki to go drinking around the world at Epcot and almost threw up on Snow White.

You're not sure how much longer you laid there just telling each other dumb things. Eventually you notice a shadow blocking out the sun on your face as you hear Semi's voice say your name and says they're leaving. He asks you for a ride home and shoots Tendou a look that has you worried for a moment about what you might have started. You agree to give him a ride and gather up your things to go along with everyone else.

Tendou's car is parked one space over from yours with a big creeper van between. You wave goodbye to him as Ushijima and Reon load their things into his wagon, making sure to give him a shy lingering smile before opening your door.

Semi's already in your passenger seat while you work on brushing the sand off your legs. That's when some voices catch your attention.

"Trying to hit it with y/n? You know Semi's got a thing for her," you hear Reon say on the other side of the van.

"It's not like they're dating," Tendou's voice sounds slightly annoyed. "And I'm not trying to hit it. If anything, I think I might have gotten bitten by the love bug."

You bite your cheek to not make a sound as you quickly scramble into your car. You let out a breath and take another deep one to try and quell your spike in heartbeat. Semi asks if you're okay, you try to fight the heat creeping into your face as you tell him yes, and turn up the radio so you don't have to talk as much on the ride to drop him off. A lot of girls like him, understandably with his good looks, nice demeanor, and many talents. You sigh as you think any other girl would just go for it.

An image of Tendou's playful red eyes comes to mind and you feel more drawn to his wildness. Even though you spent just a few hours talking to him, you know that there was some kind of connection there. Still, you chat with Semi for just a little bit before you reach his place. He does at least apologize for leaving you alone after inviting you, but you say it's fine because talking to Tendou was fun, to which he just kind of grumbles.

When you get home from dropping off Semi, you immediately go to take a shower. The day replays in your head as you scrub away the salt and sand. Remembering Tendou's "love bug" comment makes you squeal like a little girl that echoes off the tiles of your shower. A stupid smile won't rid itself from your face, but you don't really care.

You hum to yourself as you step out of the shower and check your phone. You're surprised to see an instagram notification saying you've been tagged in something. When you open it up, you nearly drop your phone. Your face burns bright red at Tendou's shirtless selfie, tongue sticking out and his back on display in the mirror behind him and the little hearts you drew in the sunscreen earlier glowing bright red against his skin. Marked by the hottest of the summer 🔥 it reads underneath.

You practically melt to your bathroom floor and giggle to yourself in sheer giddiness. You keep looking at the photo, only able to take short glances or else you feel like your heart might explode and blood will gush from your ears. The DMs are coming in from your friends, but you ignore them as you wrack your brain for what to say to him.

Slowly you emerge from your position on the floor, and that's when you catch it. You spin your back to the mirror fully and feel yourself getting overwhelmed when you see the faint palm-sized heart on your shoulder with three little lines coming out of each side - a love bug burned into your skin.

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Haikyuu Boys as love songs and their trope

warnings: fluff, some angst if you squint, trash writing

other: happy valentines day! (technically i’m not late)

song: ‘you are my sunshine’

trope: ‘soulmates’

- hinata, yamaguchi, osamu, lev, sugawara, bokuto, yachi

the idea that someone out there was made for them makes their heart race. someone was made for them and only them - why wouldn’t they be ecstatic? they dream about their soulmate constantly. a faceless person who comforted them whenever they cried; the sun on a rainy day. they wonder what their soulmate is doing at any given moment. have they had breakfast yet? did they get enough sleep last night? it’s so incredibly pure and sweet. 

when they finally meet their soulmate, it feels as if the world has finally pieced itself back together and they wonder to themselves, “you never know, dear, how much i love you.”

song: ‘ily (i love you baby)’

trope: ‘mutual pining’

- kageyama, kuroo, iwaizumi, koganegawa, akaashi, terushima

they’re the kind of people who wonder if you like them too but then concludes that, nah, you probably don’t. they can’t help the longing stares whenever you pass them in the hallway or the small smile that gets etched onto their face whenever you look in their general direction. 

what he doesn’t notice, however, is the way you glance at him in your classes, or the way you notice small things about him. sometimes, you hug your pillow, thinking only about him as you drift off to sleep, wondering how it would feel if he was beside you in that moment because sometimes, you need someone to warm you in the lonely nights.

song: ‘still into you’

trope: ‘childhood/best friends to lovers’

- oikawa, kenma, kyotani, aone, semi, tendou, daichi

you’ve known him since you were a child, ever since the teacher introduced the class to a new student in your first grade. he sat beside you in class, and you just so happened to forget your pencil case on that day. he loaned you a cute doraemon pencil, and he still remembers the bright smile that bloomed on your face when he handed it to you. ever since then, the two of you have been inseparable, always seen together. of course you’d grow to have feelings for each other — what with the way he knows you better than you do or the way you supported them through everything — it was inevitable. 

every time he sees you, he can’t help but feel his heart shudder in his chest because, wow, did you just get more beautiful? he can’t help the way his eyes just drift to your general direction in a crowded room. he should be over all the butterflies, but he’s so into you.

song: ‘gorgeous’

trope: ‘enemies to lovers’

- ushijima, sakusa, atsumu, shirabu, futakuchi, tsukishima

he finds the effect he has on you amusing — the flustered reactions you have just fuel his ego. he enjoyed the way your cheeks would flare up as you turned away to hide your embarrassment, and the way you would glare daggers into the back of his head and quickly looks down at your papers when he caught you, ears reddening. he enjoyed the way you would smile slightly in his direction before retreating to an empty classroom or to the bathroom. 

gosh, he pisses you off. the frustrating haughty aura that resonates around him is enough to make your face scrunch up in disgust and annoyance. you can’t get over the way his uniform fits him so perfectly, or the way his hair would be messy but neat, and did he always have gold flecks in their eyes? the simple idea of it all was enough to drive you insane. if he was an annoying, stuck-up asshole, why did he have to be so pretty? and sometimes, you’re so furious that he makes you feel this way.

i tried to add as many characters as i could, but i hope you enjoy! happy valentines day <3

[rocorambles]

Redemption

Pairing: Ushijima x Reader

Genre: NSFW, Fluff and Smut

Warnings: Slight Size Kink

Summary: When you find out Ushijima is a virgin, you offer to be his first and help him out. But in reality, you might be the one who needs some help.

Requested by Anon

There’s a comfortable quiet atmosphere between the two of you as Ushijima hands you a clean towel while you pant for breath. Technically speaking, there’s no reason why the two of you need to be together today on one of the few days the Schweiden Adlers had off, but you had a soft spot for the pro-athlete, so when he had asked if you wanted to go workout together at the team training gym, you agreed. You couldn’t deny you needed some exercise. Being a team manager didn’t mean you worked out much yourself, so you looked forward to sweating some extra calories. But you really should have known better than to expect just a normal workout with Ushijima sternly overseeing your routine. 

“Ushijima, you do realize I’m not a pro-athlete like you, right? You can’t expect me to keep up with you.” 

“Anyone can do anything if they set their minds on it and work hard enough.” 

You roll your eyes before fondly looking at the tall man beside you. Was he a little dense and a little too blunt? Sure. But you saw the heart of gold and genuineness within him. You’d always wondered why the man was still single. You know he’s sometimes an idiot when it comes to social cues and can’t hold small talk to save his life, but you’d seen far worse and less deserving men end up tricking some poor damsel into their spider webs. Surely you’re not the only one who sees the diamond in the rough that Ushijima really is? 

You don’t realize you’re intensely staring at him until he uncomfortably shifts. “It’s rude to stare.” You blush and quickly turn away from him, opting to chug your water as a distraction. Checking your phone, you gasp when you realize how late it is. “Shit, sorry, I really need to run…” You trail off and Ushijima narrows his eyes at you as a mischievous grin spreads across your face. He’s all too aware that the look doesn’t mean anything good for him. 

“What are you doing tonight?”

There’s a long pause before he grunts out “nothing” and you suddenly seem more intimidating than any opponent he’s faced across the net when your eyes light up and your head moves until it’s only inches away from his own. 

“Cool! So you’re going to a party with me then.” 

He blinks once at you before completely shutting you down with a resounding no. But really, after knowing you and working in such close proximity with you almost every day, he should realize how relentless you are once your mind is made up. 

“When’s the last time you talked to anyone outside of the team, coaches, trainers, and managers? And Tendou doesn’t count since he’s still technically volleyball related.” 

Ok, so maybe you had a point there. 

“We don’t even have practice for the next few days! So you’ll have time to rest up and recover and be totally back to 100% for the next practice.” 

You smile when you see his determined look slip a bit, but your jaw drops at his next words. “I’m not going to a party where you’re just going to ditch me to have sex with someone and then either complain or brag about it to me the next day.” 

You frantically cover his mouth with your hands as you nervously look around to make sure no one around had heard him. “USHIJIMA! I tell you these things because I expect you to keep quiet about them. Not just blabber it out for everyone to hear.” 

He impassively stares at you and you sigh as you remove your hands from his face before determinedly looking at him again. “But actually since you’ve already brought it up, I noticed you never have any spicy stories to tell me! It’s not fair if I’m the one who’s always sharing. When’s the last time you even had sex? It has to be stressful to not let off some steam in a more enjoyable way than volleyball.”  (Although you secretly wonder if Ushijima finds volleyball more pleasurable than sex. You wouldn’t doubt it.) But you squint as he suddenly seems less stoic than usual and...are his cheeks pink? 

“Ushijima, are you embarrassed? I literally tell you about all my sex exploits and you’re embarrassed by me just asking you when the last time you did it was?” Your voice trails off when a suspicion begins to form and your eyes soften as you more gently nudge him. “It’s okay if it’s been a long time. I know how busy you are. It’s not a reflection of you, I promise. But isn’t that more reason to come out with me tonight?” He mumbles something and you lean in, unable to make out the words, but when he repeats them, you freeze. 

A virgin? Ushijima was a virgin? 

You know you should say something instead of just staring at him like an idiot, but shock numbs you and only when he makes a move to get up and leave do you hastily grab his arm. Your mouth flounders as you try to come up with a response, but when you observe how vulnerable and sensitive the topic seems to be for him, your heart goes out to your friend and you shake the lingering surprise from you. 

“Hey, it’s not a big deal. I think it’s kind of sweet actually. Your first time should be special, with someone you really care about. You shouldn’t ever feel ashamed about the fact that you haven’t done it. Hell, I wish I hadn’t been so quick to lose my virginity to some asshole in college.” 

You smile when you see his shoulders straighten and maybe it’s the slight upturned twitch of his lips or maybe it’s the way dark olive eyes glow when they look at you, but you don’t even register the words that come tumbling from your lips until they hang heavy in the air. 

“I could be your first if you wanted.” 

You are a fucking idiot. You scramble to figure out a way to take back those words, already preparing for Ushijima to angrily end any friendship the two of you had, already dreading how you’re going to manage a team when one of the starters hates you. Your mind is reeling so hard from the dark future you’ve painted for yourself in your head that you almost miss what Ushijima says. 

“Okay.” 

Suffice to say, all plans to go to your party fly out the window and you send an apologetic text to your friend. Ushijima and you go to your respective locker rooms to wash up and freshen up before trekking back to your apartment. The walk isn’t uncomfortable per se, but there’s an electric energy radiating between the two of you as you walk silently next to each other. And shit, you’re not the virgin, but why is your heart beating so hard and so fast that you think it might literally explode from your chest? You scowl at yourself as your hands tremble when you unlock and open your front door and when Ushijima’s back is turned to you as he removes his shoes, you mentally slap yourself to get it together. 

With renewed confidence, you firmly grasp his larger wrist and tug him along to your bedroom where you gently push him onto the bed. You take a moment to revel in the power you feel from being in charge of the stronger, larger man underneath you and arousal stirs within you from Ushijima’s submission and willingness to let you have your way with him. It’s the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him and your heart warms as you lean down to softly kiss him, smiling against his lips when you feel him tentatively reciprocate. Kissing Ushijima feels like what you imagine completing a satisfying day's work on the farm feels like. You can almost taste the sturdiness, the comforting warmth of a fireplace burning as you return from the fields, and the authentic, humble roots on his lips. There’s no frills, no pretenses. It’s purely Ushijima and you love it. 

You think you could spend all night just kissing him if you wanted to, but you remind yourself of tonight’s mission. You trail your fingers down his chest until you reach the hem of his shirt which you begin to roll up until it reaches the top of his torso and he helps you fully remove it. Sitting upright on his thighs, you can feel yourself salivate as you take in the broad expanse of his upper body on display for you. You’ve seen it before, but in the dim light of your bedroom and splayed across your bedsheets, it’s mesmerizing and you can’t help the way you unconsciously run your hands across every inch of taut muscle and kiss random lines across chiseled lines. You smirk when you feel Ushijima’s groin thrust up when you coyly flick a nipple with your tongue and you stare at him as you begin to suck on the hardening bud, drinking in the sight of the usually reserved man letting out breathy moans as you continue your ministrations.

You want to tease him more, coax more sounds out of him, but the feeling of something hard prodding your stomach keeps you moving on and you pointedly tug on the waistband of his pants until he gets the memo and raises his hips to allow you to remove everything until he’s completely bare before you. And any confidence you had built up shatters. 

If you’re entirely honest, you’d had your fair share of wet dreams imagining what Ushijima was hiding underneath his shorts, but when faced with reality that’s somehow even larger than anything you had even dreamt of, you bite your bottom nervously as your pussy clenches at the thought of trying to fit him inside of you. You’re not sure if it’s lust or nerves that has your stomach twisting as you wrap a hand around his impressive girth. Probably both, you think, as your throat goes dry and your thighs squeeze together when you see how your entire fist barely covers less than half of him. 

Your attention is brought back to the man underneath you when you hear a low groan as you stroke your fist up and down his shaft, giving some extra attention to the leaking slit at the tip. Your other hand reaches underneath your panties and circles your clit. You’ll need to be absolutely drenched before you can even think of trying to take him. But it’s not hard for your cunt to become a sopping mess when you stare in awe at the way Ushijima writhes underneath you, releasing low breathy pants and grunts that you can feel rumbling throughout his body. Already feeling a wet spot seeping through your clothes, you affectionately kiss him once more before briefly getting up to quickly strip down. His eyes hungrily devour the sight of your naked figure as you crawl back above him and adjust your position until you feel his tip nudging at your entrance. 

You close your eyes and moan as you slowly lower yourself onto him, but even as wet as you are, you can barely take half of him inside you as he stretches you far beyond any person or any toy has. Yet, despite the discomfort and borderline pain of the stretch, you feel even more of your arousal dripping down your thigh as you continuously lift and lower yourself, always pushing slightly harder, slightly further than where you’d been before. Your eyes roll back from the feeling of being so full and your nails dig into Ushijima’s shoulders as you desperately continue to work his entire length into you. But you reach your limit and you swear you can feel him inside of your womb even though there’s still about a quarter more of his cock waiting to penetrate you. You take a deep breath and exhale as you try to sink further down, but you let out a broken moan when fingers twist and tug your nipples. 

Ushijima intensely observes you as he kneads your fleshy mounds, playing with your hardened nubs until he sees the tiny furrow on your forehead smooth out. He sits up and bends his neck to soothingly kiss you. A primal instinct in him had been entranced at the sight of your much smaller figure struggling to take just a part of him and he had to use every bit of will power he had to not instantly cum at the feeling of your warm and wet walls squeezing around him. But when he saw the hints of pain you tried to push past written all over your face, a desire to make you feel only pleasure had overtaken him. 

He continues running his fingers across your chest as your tongues twist and turn against each other and you moan into his mouth as you reach a hand down to furiously rub against your clit until you feel another surge of arousal and more fluids run down your inner thigh. You guide his hands to your waist before continuing to rub your clit and you urge him to help you as you clash your lips against his once more. But you tear away from his mouth in a silent scream as he grabs you and forcefully pushes you down and down until your lower bodies press tightly against each other, any space between them removed. Ushijima’s eyes are glued to your face and he takes in the way your eyes widen and your jaw drops open as you claw at his arms, leaving angry red trails as your body tries to adjust to literally being stuffed full. He patiently waits until your nails stop their frantic clawing and he drops his forehead to your shoulder with a groan as you begin to rock your hips up and down. 

He can feel the sloppy mess you’re making as you continue to flood the sheets underneath with your seemingly never ending arousal, but he can’t bring himself to care as your pace speeds up until you’re practically bouncing in his lap as you desperately chase your end. You scream when he tightens his grip on your waist and assists you, slamming you down and easily picking you up before slamming you down again, perfectly matching your rhythm until everything blends together and you don’t even know who’s doing what anymore. All you know is the feeling of Ushijima’s cock sliding and pressing against every inch and every crevice of your pussy, filling you so well you wonder if you’ll ever be satisfied with anything else inside of you after this. 

You can’t even bring yourself to feel ashamed by the wanton wail you let out as you reach a higher peak than you’ve ever reached before and your entire body shakes with pleasure as Ushijima continues to lift and lower your body even without any support from you until he harshly pushes you down one last time and holds you still as he releases thick spurts deep inside of you, so deep that even in the haze of your orgasm you’re grateful you’re on birth control because you’re sure he’s coating your actual womb with how far inside he seems to reach. You slump into his chest and let yourself be maneuvered by him until the two of you are lying side by side, facing each other, your lower bodies still intimately connected. 

The two of you lay there for a while and you instinctively nuzzle your face into his chest as his arms tenderly wrap around you, pulling you even closer to him and you both take quiet comfort in the sounds of your heavy breaths filling the air. But when your heart beats slow and your breathing evens out, you cringe in embarrassment. 

“Ushijima, I’m so sorry. This was your first time. I should have been the one taking care of you, but you ended up needing to step in and take charge.” There’s a stretch of silence before you feel one of his arms move and a hand lightly nudges your head up to look at him. Your heart flutters when you see the most gentle smile you’ve ever seen on his face.  

“Wakatoshi. Call me Wakatoshi.”

You see a flash of uncertainty in his usually confident eyes as he hesitantly inches his face closer to yours, but you grin as you meet him halfway and your lips slot against each other like two puzzle pieces perfectly connecting. You close your eyes and relish the peaceful moment for a bit before using the element of surprise and pushing against him until he’s on his back underneath you once more. You playfully clench your pussy walls and smirk at the way he throws his head back and hisses at the feeling. You can feel him begin to harden once more inside of you and when he looks back at you, you shoot a wink his way. 

“Let me redeem myself, Wakatoshi.”  

[star-puff]

after the world has fallen (where do we lie?)

tendou satori x reader

warnings: apocalypse!au

word count: 3.8k

spinoff: before the world fell (you were there.)

to the anon that requested tendou + apocalypse for my one(shot) with love event, this one’s for you

You meet on a day where the sky burns yellow.

It isn’t the rich gold of dawn, nor is it any further from the washes of orange, reds, and pinks of dusk so fondly remembered from the past. Sulfur-colored clouds hang above you, an overcast so bleak you feel it in every movement, every breath, where the taste of ash still lingers on the tongue.

You stifle a cough, shielding your eyes as a dust cloud whirls past, carrying bits of torn newspaper and scraps of abandoned items from before the Fall. Tightening the cloth mask around your mouth, you adjust the straps of your backpack, faltering for just a moment. Everything stills.

You count the seconds in your head, one, two…

Something shifts behind you, and your hand shoots to the gun holstered at your side, its barrel pointed and ready to shoot at the face of your enemy in an instant. Three.

Only, you find yourself with a gun pointed at you as well. The man in front of you grins, his safety slowly clicking off. “And who might you be?”

“I could ask the same of you.”

He hums, relaxed. “My answer depends on who you are, actually, and I’m guessing it’s the same for you. Looks like we’re at an impasse.”

Your grip tightens. You don’t know if he has people hiding in the shadows, how many guns are actually pointed at you at this moment. There could be snipers watching from the rooftops, backup hiding behind tall pieces of rubble, comrades he could call using a stealthily hidden comm in his ear.

Just finished with a covert mission, you’re exhausted and alone, and your allies are far and unaware. There isn’t another choice left. It’s better than dying in silence.

“You’ve just entered Crow territory,” you say, your voice as confident as you can make it. Distantly, you try to calculate how long it would take for help to arrive if your emergency flare was fired. “What business do you have with us?”

The man raises a brow, tilting his head. “And if I don’t tell you? It’s top secret information I hold, you know.”

You take a step closer, the gun still trained on his head. “You know exactly what will happen. Either you tell me now or you tell us later in interrogation—I can’t guarantee you’ll go unharmed if you choose the latter.”

He grins again. “Fierce words for a girl all on her own.” 

You can’t tell if the words are meant to be provocative or genuine, but you can’t seem to shake off the tension roiling in your skin. He raises his hands slowly, his gun returned neatly into his holster.

“I’d prefer to not have my kneecaps blown out, at least not today. I’m Tendou Satori.”

Your eyes narrow, a faint memory of a name on a folder flashing through your mind. It’s nothing more than a blur, the details lost in a flurry of other profiles that seemed more important at the time. But there is one thing that you remember, the words bolded on top of the page. 

“What’s an Eagle doing showing up in enemy territory? Did you want your head blown off instead?”

“Former Eagle.”

Your gun barrel falters. What?

Tendou moves to roll up his sleeve, a mangled burn sitting where an eagle is supposed to fly, the kanji inked below too distorted to be legible anymore. You can’t breathe. 

“I’ve defected—I’ve come to join the Crows.”

“I don’t know, Suga.”

Sugawara pours you a cup of warm tea, the last packet brewed before restock in two days. “What’s there to not know?”

“The Eagle!” you stress, exasperated. “Should we even be letting him in? It might be a trick.”

“Well, you tell me. You’re the one that found him,” he jokes, pulling out a chair across the table.

You don’t even know how he can joke about this. Thoughts keep swirling in your mind, how you’ve just made a mistake, how this single action could result in everything going very, very wrong.

Sugawara watches you mull over cooling tea, inquisitive. After what seems like your thousandth sigh, he speaks again. “How did your recon mission go? Any new information on the Iron Wall?”

Pursing your lips, you take a sip. “It’s not much, but I did manage to find out some things about their leadership change. I’ll tell the details at the meeting tomorrow, once I’ve gotten my report together.”

He nods, pouring himself his own cup. “About the Eagle,” he says, after a long silence. “He’s only just arrived yesterday. He may not have given us a reason to trust him, but it’s not like he’s given us a reason to doubt him either. Be on your guard, but get to know him before you make your judgement. You know as well as I do that we need all the help we can get.”

A steady tap, tap, tap, of your fingers against the table sounds in the room. Hinata leans in closer, eyes bright and curious. “So, what are we going to do?”

Daichi scans the map on the table, the markers planted where the enemy lies. Freshly promoted to general, Sawamura Daichi handles responsibilities like steel-plated gold, every decision made conscious of the soft underbelly of inexperience that lies within. He calculates each position with intense thought, his brows furrowing the longer he looks at the map; even to you, fine lines on the map seem to blur together, like they were looking at land that wasn’t separated by name and claim alone. You scoff internally at the thought. 

Wouldn’t that be nice.

They’ve been in this meeting for hours too long, nothing but empty words being thrown across the table. 

“Shiratorizawa just merged with the last independents between our territories,” Sugawara mulls, replacing the only blue markers left on the table with purple. “It’ll be a bloodbath if we don’t plan carefully.”

It’ll be a bloodbath regardless, you want to say, but you keep your mouth shut, lips twisting into a frown. You take a peek at Tendou across from you, only to quickly divert your eyes when he glances up to catch your gaze.

"Anything you could tell us?" Daichi asks, pinning Tendou down with his stare. Your finger stills. 

The tension in the room thickens, tamped down hostility ready to be unleashed at even a hint of a misstep. It’s been less than a month since you’d brought him back to base, and with the growing disputes with enemies from all sides of your borders, easy hospitality isn’t something you can afford. The marring of his Shiratorizawa brand is the only thing allowing him an inkling of trust, the only thing letting him step foot inside this room.

Karasuno may be wary, but most of all, you’re desperate.

Tendou smiles with ease as he leans back in his chair. “Of course, General. It’s why I’m here, after all.”

Reaching beside him, he pulls out a manila folder, the same one you had given him, noticeably thicker than it had been a week prior. It slides across the table, Daichi catching the folder mid-glide with ease.

“Half the information on here is wrong,” Tendou begins, matter-of-fact. “Not that there’s much on there to begin with—I’ve never seen an entire profiling with so little information in my life, not even when I was with the Eagles.”

Daichi flips to the first page, revealing a profile with a picture of a green-haired man attached. His eyes are stern, lips pressed into a frown. A flash of a forlorn shadow crosses Tendou’s face as he looks at the photo, too quick to be seen by anyone but you.

Oh.

“Let’s start with Ushiwaka, shall we?”

The briefing continues, Tendou going through each high-ranking member and revealing their information, fixing any red herrings that were collected through recon. According to him, Ushijima’s strengths aren’t only limited to close combat; this correction only serves to worsen the mood of the room. 

Daichi is going to have a field day lecturing Intelligence for falling for enemy tricks, but you’re sure Kiyoko will manage to reason with him before half the department starts hiding in bathroom stalls and barracks to escape his wrath. You silently set aside time in the day to go looking for Yachi after the inevitable scolding, who normally bolts first and is found last.

Many corrections later, Daichi looks at the last page in the folder before snapping it shut. “Thank you, you’ve been a great help to us.”

Tendou hums, cheshire’s grin curving his lips. “I know!”

Daichi nods once more, collecting the files and making his way to leave. “Oh,” he remembers, stopping for a moment. He turns to look at you, and you hear what you’ve been dreading for the past hour. “Collect the members of Intelligence and meet back here in ten. Meeting dismissed.”

You nod stiffly, muttering a quiet "Yes, General.” Holding your breath, you wait as everyone files out the room one by one, pitying looks sent your way. 

After what seems like forever, the door slides shut on the last person. You groan into your hands, palms pressed tight against your eyes to fight a growing migraine. Expectancy does not negate dread, apparently.

A whistle. "Damn, was that my fault?"

 You jump, only to slump when you see Tendou, still watching from his seat. "I thought you left," you say wryly. His amused stare goes wholly unappreciated.

"Ah, have you discovered my secret talent then? Blending into the shadows, oooohhh." He wiggles his fingers at you, like casting a spell. You stare at him, unamused.

"One day," Tendou sighs. "One day."

Rolling your eyes, you move to stand, chair scraping against the floor. He watches you with the same relaxed expression  he wears every day on his face, and you hesitate slightly. You imagine running the words over your tongue, trying to figure out the best way to say them. Maybe I don't need to—

"Something on your mind?"

Oh, to hell with it. 

"You know you can always talk to me, right?"

Tendou raises a brow, smiling. "I am right now, did you forget?"

"No, I mean—" You huff sharply. "I know it must be hard to switch sides. All of a sudden you're fighting against your former friends, and it's not like we've all made the transition easier than it could have been, so if you ever want to talk about," you gesture wildly, "things, just know that I'm always willing to listen."

A beat passes, then two. Nice going.

"Okay, that's all I wanted to say." The words blur together in a flurry.  "I'm gonna go now. Bye."

"Hey wait!" Tendou says, shooting out of his seat. metal on metal scrapes against the floor, stopping you in your tracks. He looks just as surprised by his outburst as you are. "Thank you, really. I'll remember that."

You nod slowly, a relieved smile lighting your features. "Of course, who would I even be if I let someone I brought in deal with all their demons alone?"

"I'm blaming you."

Tendou gasps, scandalized. "Me? What did I do?"

“Don't act like you don't know!" You point a finger at him, then to the bags of flour and sugar sitting on the counter. “You’re the one that suggested baking Daichi a cake for his birthday. We could have just gotten him a plant or something.”

“The general deserves the very best from us, don’t you know?”

You give him an exasperated look. “Do you even know how to bake a cake?”

His hand flies to his chest, offended. “Of course I do! Who do you even think I am?”

“Tendou Satori, the source of my daily headaches.”

He grabs the bag of flour, opening the top and pointing it towards you threateningly. “Don’t forget the power I hold in my hands.”

Truthfully, you’re blaming Sugawara for dragging you into this mess. It would have been fine if Tendou had embarked on this challenge alone—it would have been amusing, even. But Sugawara insisted on someone helping him out for such a ‘big project,’ that it needed to be a ‘team effort.’ You would have called bullshit on that, but he’d ushered you into the kitchen and locked you inside before you had a chance to protest.

“It’ll be fun,” he had said, winking at you. “Who knows, this could be your chance! I see how you look at each other—you’ll thank me for this later. You’re welcome in advance.”

And now here you were, many incorrigible noises later, looking cluelessly at measuring cups. You still don’t know what Sugawara means.

Clueless to your predicament, Tendou is already done with the dry mixture, moving on to cracking the eggs. He slides a cutting board over to you, along with a bar of chocolate. You’re not even sure where these came from, considering the massive price of luxury goods like this, however little of it there is left, but you’ve learned not to question Tanaka and Noya’s methods of attaining certain...items. What resulted in that curiosity is certainly a memory you won’t ever forget.

“Chop,” Tendou prompts, handing you a knife. “It’ll make it easier for me to melt it down after I’m done with the batter.”

You scrunch your brow, frowning. Still, you do as he says. “What type of cake are we making anyway? I thought it was just going to be a sponge cake.”

He tsks at you, shaking his head. “Such a simple thing for the birthday of the one and only general? First a plant, now the minimal effort, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were doing this,” he looks around suspiciously, “on purpose.”

All he gets is another roll of the eyes, as well as a chocolate-shaving covered knife pointed at him. “Don’t forget the power I hold in my hands.”

Tendou holds up his hands in surrender.

The tasks are completed in silence, a quiet tap tap of the knife against the cutting board and the metal of his whisk hitting the glass bowl sounding in tandem with one another. You’re the first to speak again, chocolate fully chopped and put into an empty bowl. “Now what?”

Tendou, having just poured the batter into circular pans, gets out a pot and pours in heavy cream. “Now,” he says, turning on the heat, “we make a ganache.”

You take a seat across the counter, watching him mix the heated cream into the bowl of chocolate, letting it melt into one another. He moves with ease, humming as he does so. “I wanted to be a chocolatier, you know,” he explains, noticing your stare. “Move to Paris, get a degree, study at one of those fancy five-star Michelin restaurants, wear one of those cool tall hats. Maybe even open up a shop of my own.” 

Tendou laughs at the memory, his shoulders lighter, eyes lacking the shadow that permeates through the mask of his smiles. He looks happy, you realize. The first time he’s ever looked truly happy.

Your heart aches with a tenderness that's nearly palpable, thinking of the boy who remembers a past where the future was bright, who looks at pictures of old comrades and friends with nostalgia for a time that won’t return.

“Here,” Tendou calls, gesturing for you to come over once the frosting has fully formed. “Have a taste.”

You hop down your stool, noticing something as you get closer and closer to him. “Tendou, you have something there,” you say, motioning to your cheek.

“Hm?” His thumb rubs at his cheek.

“Ah, no, the other side. A little down—no, now a little up—down again—here let me just—”

Before you can think again, you lean in, swiping away the frosting with a finger and placing it in your mouth. Your eyes widen as sweetness bursts in your mouth “It’s good!” you exclaim, and then you realize.

Tendou stares at you, his face closer than you remember it. You feel his breathing, his chest rising and falling as his gaze darts from your eyes to your lips and back again.

You let out a soft exhale. “Oh.”

A hand comes up to cup your cheek, his body now pressed against yours. “Can I?” he asks, his other hand coming to rest on the small of your back. Should I?

Palms rest on his chest, your fingers curling as you try to think. You try to imagine the consequences of this, how this would just be another distraction from your job as a Crow, how this would just be another dangerous thing added to the risks you signed up for, how this is just pure impulsivity acted on emotion.

You scan his face, his eyes, his lips. The tender way his thumb rests on the side of your face. The heat of his body on yours. You’ve thought through the potential downfalls of saying yes, how everything could come down crashing and burning one way or the other. 

You find that in this moment, inches away from him, you can’t bring yourself to care. 

With a small nod, you close the distance, lips meeting with a taste sweet as chocolate on your tongue.

Consequences be damned, you repeat in your head as the kiss turns heated, small gasps of air where you can fit them, hands moving from his chest to his hair as your fingers thread through his locks, frosting long forgotten on the counter.

Consequences be damned.

You jolt awake, a siren wailing in the distance as it covers the sky in a film of muted red. The clouds are dense like they usually are—you haven’t seen a single star for years, and you wonder if it’s a sign that even the celestials and heavenly bodies have turned away from the horror that mankind has become.

“It’s from Shiratorizawa,” the man beside you says, his back facing you as he looks outside the window. “Reports said they were in a dispute with the Blue Castle recently, a rebel faction left over from their forcible mergence.”

His voice takes on a guarded edge when he talks of his former syndicate, either plastering on his playfully teasing masks in professional endeavors or preventing the topic from being explored too deep whenever he’s alone with you. There must be something underneath, regret for not staying with his friends until the end, bonds broken to follow what he believes is right, you just know it.

Sheets rustle as you sit up, scooting closer to him. A finger comes up to touch his back, tracing letters onto his bare skin. 

Y-o-u o-k-a-y?

True to his habits, he takes the hand brushing his skin and traces his own shapes into your palm.

:)

You wish he’d be more open with you about that part of his past, especially after you’ve shared everything with him, but you know Tendou would tell you everything in his own time. Patience and waiting is a part of love, after all. Still, you touch your lips to his fingertips whispering to him. “Satori, you know you can tell me anything right?”

It’s a soft reminder, a plea.

The waxiness of the burn on his forearm shines in the moonlight. The motto reads Ir—s—t—le F—rce, an eagle with ruined wings. Tendou turns, half his face covered in shadows. “I know.”

The world is in flames.

Everything is covered in soot, dirt, and blood. You blink away the sting of smoke in your eyes, the smog suffocating your airways. Orange flickers in your peripherals lighting the dark, explosions heard from miles away as yet another sector gets bombed. Alarms blare where they are not smashed to pieces, wailing red and bright and cruel.

“Go!” Daichi shouts, firing only a few blind rounds before he’s forced back behind the wall. “I’ll cover for you!”

Your legs tremble as you stand from your previous crouch, fumbling for the extra magazine an enemy had dropped moments before. “General,” you plead. “There has to be another way. I’ll stay and fight with you, please—”

He shakes his head, cutting you off. “You’ll just die with me.” Daichi places a hand on your shoulder, determination in his eyes. “Find the others, whoever is left. Suga, Hinata, Tendou, get whoever you can find and escape.”

“Daichi—”

“This is my last order as General,” he says, his back facing you. “Live.”

With shaky breaths and a resolute nod, you run. Through the destroyed corridors of what remains of the Karasuno base, you sprint as far as your feet can take you, lungs burning, contained sobs threatening to burst at any moment.

You scour for any sign of life with each step taken, a head of orange peeping out from behind rubble, a single whisper of Sugawara’s soothing tones as he tends to the wounded. By the time you enter the area where the entrance used to be, you’re gasping for air, defeat sending your knees buckling to the ground. You’ve searched everywhere they could be, the training grounds, the underground bunkers, anywhere else that hadn’t been demolished or rendered inaccessible by the explosion.

There’s still leftover ringing in your ears, the buzz in your mind getting louder the longer you stay in this place. You inhale once, twice—

The safety of a gun clicks from behind you. A hand around your gun as well, you turn slowly. You stop breathing.

Behind the barrel pointed at you is Tendou, finger on the trigger, an easy smile on his face. The eagle pin attached to his jacket gleams in the firelight.

"No."

It's not true, it can't be. You don't want it to be. You're hoping he'll lower his gun, playing this entire thing off as some sick, badly-timed joke, help you up and even continue searching for survivors. The world has never done what you'd wished for.

"I'm afraid so."

Hurt can’t even begin to explain the way your heart breaks, the way it splinters and cracks like glass. A million thoughts rush through you, the urge to scream and shout and shoot the damn bullet straight through his traitorous skull, but you can only whisper one thing. “Was it all a lie?”

Your dreams to be a chocolatier, the way your hands fidgeted when you thought a joke of yours went too far and you tried to apologize, the words and shapes you traced into my skin, did it mean nothing to you?

“Not all of it,” Tendou says, his smile forlorn. You wonder if you’ll be yet another bird burned out of his skin. “I liked you the most.”

Karasuno were crows. They were a group of crows, a murder, a murder, a massacre, he betrayed and massacred them all. You remember the stories he told, his jokes, his laugh, his smile—you realize that they’re nothing but distorted ink on mutilated flesh.

“I didn’t want it to end this way.”

You laugh, bitter, too tired for any tears left. Your barrel comes up to meet him, unwavering. The betrayal you feel is nothing compared to rage. “Neither did I.”

A gunshot resounds. 

[sa-suga]

everything i could never say to you (i wrote into a song)

༶•┈┈ semi eita x gn!reader | light angst, eventual fluff

༶•┈┈ general m.list | see it all in bloom m.list 

warnings/tags: childhood best friends to lovers, this bad boy can fit so much pining in it, idk what instruments semi plays in canon but in this fic he plays the guitar and the piano and also sings because the author says so, can you tell that i looped sorry for writing all the songs about you by clara mae while writing this

word count: 2k

prompt: all the love that i dreamt from my 500 followers event! - requested by anon!

congrats on 500!! 19 + semi please!

a/n: i hope you enjoy this!! <3

summary: All of his songs are about you. Eita doesn’t know how to write anything else. 

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Eita’s had many favourite singers. They change with every added nuance to his music, like a new wind through an open window. 

(He remembers an interview he’d watched once, back in his first year of middle school. 

Find a muse, he remembers the lead singer of the band saying - he doesn’t remember their name anymore, but he can recite these words with every aching vessel of his beating heart - find a muse, and write them into your music.

It’ll be the most painful thing you’ve ever sung, but it will be the most beautiful.

He hadn’t understood what the singer had meant, then.)

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“Semi-semi!” You shout gleefully as you throw the doors to the gym open. Catching Tendou’s eye, you shoot him finger-guns, smiling even as your best friend storms towards you, the volleyball in his hand flying against the side of Tendou's head. 

“Out,” he says gruffly, catching you by the back of your collar, and you wave a jaunty salute at the rest of Shiratorizawa’s volleyball team as Eita drags you out of the gym. You dig your heels in, just to make things a little more difficult for him.

“That was mean,” you pout, turning to face him when he finally lets go of you, “and after I came all the way here to pass you your math homework.” You drawl the word all, and delight in the tick in Eita’s brow. 

Your best friend sighs, a hand raised to massage his temple, “I never should have let you meet Tendou.”

Laughing, you hand him the worksheet he’d left under his table in your shared classroom. “We would have met anyway,” you point out, “seeing as he had a puppy crush on me back in first year.”

Eita stiffens, and the hand taking his worksheet from you crumbles into itself. 

“You’re crumpling the worksheet,” you say, “what, are you jealous?” You wink, your tone just shy of flirtation. A joke.

(You wish you were brave enough to just ask.)

He laughs, voice cracking, and not flinching takes you more effort than it should. 

“Of course not,” he says, free hand smoothing out the wrinkles on his worksheet until it’s like they were never there, “I just wouldn’t wish you on anyone. We all know school is stressful enough.”

“Right,” you agree easily, “says Semi-I’ve-been-single-my-entire-high-school-career-Eita.”

Your best friend scowls at that. “There’s still a few months,” he argues, and you brush off the rest of his statement by pushing him back into the gym.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, grinning, “I bet you’re a real heartbreaker, Eita.”

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The first song Eita writes that’s worth mentioning is about you.

It’s full of steady strums and simple notes, and when his lips form the lyrics, he sees in his mind's eye the way the sun catches in your lashes in the throes of gentle spring afternoons. He’s long since memorized the way it drips across your cheeks, honeyed gold like the belly of the guitar that he’d promised himself he’d save up for.

(It’ll be the most painful thing you’ve ever sung, but it will be the most beautiful. Eita hadn't understood it at twelve. At eighteen, he thinks he does.

He understands it now, as a third-year usurped by his junior. Every game he doesn’t spend as the starting setter stings like road burn, but still the court beckons like a mirage in a desert and he cannot let go.

Eita learns to tell himself that this is okay. He’s fine with being a pinch server if it means he gets to stand on the court. At least he still gets to hear the squeak his shoes make against the wood when he takes off like a bird in flight.

He understands. Eita's your best friend, after all. And he knows that’s all he’ll ever be.)

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Once, when you were children freshly enrolled in middle school, Eita had asked you to be his muse.

You still remember how nervous he had been, how the same hands that could set a volleyball through the air like a bullet had shook. You remember the blush across his cheeks, sakura petals you had wanted to keep. 

You wonder if he still remembers, if he still writes his songs with you as his muse.

You wonder if they're love songs.

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Sometimes, you think that he might like you back. 

It’s a thought that pops back into the forefront of your mind whenever you catch him staring at you a breath too long, whenever his fingers linger on your arm. 

Sometimes, he looks at you the way he strums his guitar - gently, adoration in every note. He’ll look at you all soft - with the corners of his eyes crinkled just slightly, and his lips stretched into a small smile - and your heart will leap, it’ll tumble gracelessly, and you’ll think, what if. 

But you are, at heart, a coward. And you love Eita more than you have ever loved someone else, and it terrifies you. You don’t know what you’ll do if you lose your best friend.

You don't want to find out. You'll learn to satisfy yourself with just his friendship, because you know, without a doubt, that losing it will kill you.

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All his songs are about you. 

It’s not even that Eita’s trying. He writes a lyric and realizes it’s a metaphor for your eyes; he hums a verse and realizes it’s the exact cadence of your laugh.

You’ve wormed your way into every page of his music sheets and into every corner of his bleeding, beating heart, and Eita cannot stop hearing you in every song. It’s keeping him from writing anything else.

It's only terrifying because he doesn't know if he wants to write anything else. He tries not to think too much about it, but sometimes - only sometimes - he thinks that by writing you into every note and every lyric, he can make you his. Even if it's only for the length of a song. 

(He wonders what you’d say if you heard them. 

He wonders if you’d hear the arching crescendo, the way it builds and builds and builds before overflowing, crashing like a tsunami against the shore - and know that it’s about that night you’d crawled through his bedroom window just because he’d called you, upset. He wonders if you’d pick out the light, sure-footed beat underneath it all and know that it’s a desperate imitation of the thousands of times you’d skipped ahead of him on the walk home.

Eita wonders and wonders and wonders, and knows that the only dreams that hurt him are those that he wants, more than anything else.)

He doesn’t let you listen to the songs he composes, anymore.

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It comes to a head two weeks before graduation. 

You’re late to lunch with your friend, rushing down the halls with your bag slipping down your shoulder, when you hear it. 

There’s someone playing the piano in Shiratorizawa’s perpetually-empty music room, and it’s the rawest thing you’ve heard since the first song of Eita’s that he’d let you listen to. 

(It had been simple. The strength of that song had never been fancy chord progressions or a two-part melody. 

When he’d sung it to you, all you could see was the graceful arch of his neck, outlined by the sunlight through the window of his bedroom, and the tenderness of his fingers on the strings.)

You pause, peering through the tiny window in the door. 

It’s Eita. Your next exhale is shaky. 

He’s playing a song you don’t know on the piano, and after a few bars you realize it must be one of his own. It’s played too adoringly to be anything else. 

It feels like cheating, crouching like a thief outside of the music room, hunched so he can't see you through the window in the door. Eita hasn't played his songs for you in ages, and while you're happy that you finally can hear them, listening to them this way feels too much like a betrayal.

You've just resolved yourself to knock on the door when he starts playing the first song he ever sung to you. 

It's a little different - there are triplets now, and they stumble into each other the way you remember tripping into Semi the night you'd skinned your knee and cried, back when you were nothing but children. The phrasing is different, too; there are more arcs now, and every slur feels like the brush of his hands against yours on the evenings you walk home with him after volleyball practice.

It's different, more complicated. But it's still unmistakably Eita, and every press of piano keys tugs at your heartstrings like calloused fingers on a guitar. 

(You think it sounds like heartbreak, slow in the making. It sounds like a decade's worth of nights spent staring at the lit room in the house next to yours, trying to make out his silhouette through the drawn curtains.)

"You should play that for Y/n," someone says suddenly, and you startle before you realize that it came from inside the music room. The voice speaks again, and you recognize it as Tendou's. "It's not as hopeless as you think it is, take the Guess Monster's word for it!" 

There's a pause, and you strain your ears to hear Eita's reply. 

"This isn't a game, Tendou," is all your best friend says. He sounds defeated, but you can't even focus on that, not when this sounds so much like what you want that it's too good to be true. "And there's no way Y/n thinks of me that way. Even if I-"

You lean closer, pressing your ear to the door more firmly-

-And lose your balance. There's a moment of too-loud silence as Eita cuts himself off abruptly, and the three of you look at each other in shock.

Tendou is the first to move. "Well," he says cheerfully, blissfully ignoring the pleading looks both you and Eita are sending his way as he stands, "guess I’ll leave you two to it!"

He grins as he walks past you and through the doorway. You’ve never despised him more than you do in that moment. 

You turn your gaze back to Eita, mind racing even as you know that it's blatantly obvious that you'd been eavesdropping. You’re still half-sprawled on the ground. 

Eita clears his throat. "Um," he starts eloquently. You're struck with the reminder of what he’d been about to say.

Even if you what? You think desperately. What were you going to say?

"Eita," you say, testing his name on your tongue like you haven't already spoken it enough times to fill the seas, "what were you going to say?" 

He looks panicked, fingers twitching against where they’re resting on the piano keys.

"Please," you add. You have to know.

You watch as he pinches the bridge of his nose, as he takes in a deep breath the way he does right before a service ace. 

"I like you," he says finally, "and I'm sorry."

You’ve never been the musician, not with Eita around, but in the wake of his confession, your heart sings. 

"I’m sorry," you breathe, and the air aches as it enters your lungs. Eita’s face falls, drawing shut like curtains. "Because I like you too," you finish. 

There’s a sparrow chirping on the windowsill of Shiratorizawa's music room. 

"Oh," your best friend says, except he can be more now, can't he? "Oh," he repeats, and you smile, opening your arms as he makes an aborted motion to get up.

He fits into your arms like musical notes on an empty score.

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On a lazy spring afternoon, Eita plays to you all the songs he’s ever written.

He tells you they’re about you. 

You tell him you know, you ask him if that’s why he used to keep from playing them to you. 

He peppers you with kisses.

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a/n: *cries in piano student* my sonata is so hard like please just. let me sleep and never wake up. my fingers hurt.

[kkusuka]

Third year songs <3

this is most of the thrid years- not all 

from my spotify liked playlist <3

comes with a side of slight character analysis 

These are my interpretations of HQ characters and these songs!!

Time-skip spoilers!! (very slight) 

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Karasuno 

Daichi Sawamura

 Waiting for Superman- Daughtry

She's waiting for Superman

To lift her up

And take her anywhere

Show her love

And climbing through the air

Save her now

Before it's too late tonight

She's waiting for Superman

Daichi seems like he makes a  lot of promises, that he just can’t physically keep. He just has so many things going on that he just can’t pay attention to all of them at once. This leads to far too many forgotten dates and even more broken promises. You know its not his fault and he does too, he just can’t leave anyone hanging. 

Koushi Sugawara

 Island- Florida Georgia Line

We might as well be on an island

Like we're the last two on this Earth

Like we're frozen here in time

Like it's empty here tonight

I feel like suga likes to put himself back into happier times. And that he tries to hold into happy moments as they are happening. He says he is a man of the moment, but when he feels down, he tries to put himself back into the more joyous times. 

Asahi Azumane 

You say- Lauren Daigle 

You say I am loved when I can't feel a thing

You say I am strong when I think I am weak

And you say I am held when I am falling short

And when I don't belong, oh You say I am Yours

And I believe (I)

Oh, I believe (I)

What You say of me (I)

I believe

Asahi is clearly very attached to how people perceive him. So when people shower him with compliments, he attaches onto them. He likes what makes him comfortable and he wants to stay comfortable for as long as he can. Words are important to him, so when he hears something bad it can ruin him for a while. He really does believe what the people he loves say to him. 

Kiyoko Shimizu

 Mothers daughter- Miley Cyrus 

Oh my gosh, she got the power

Oh, look at her, she got the power

So, so, so

…

Must be something in the water

Or that I'm my mother's daughter

The power this woman carries. She’s built her confidence and she’s not letting anyone ruin it for her. I truly believe that her friends all become more confident because she wants everyone around her to feel confident too. Since she doesn't speak all that much she lets her body language do most of the expression. 

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Nekoma 

Tetsurō Kuroo

 High school sweethearts- Melanie Martinez 

Could you hold me through the night?

Put your lips all over my mine

Salty face when I start cryin'

Could you be my first time?

Eat me up like apple pie

Kuroo definitely takes trust very seriously. I feel he’s also really scared of someone breaking this trust, so he does form it with a lot of people. That saying if he does, he wants it to last forever.

 (...Step twoThis is a waste if you can't walk me down the finish line…) 

He truly believes in the people he surrounds himself with. 

Nobuyuki Kai 

Kill the Lights- Set it Off

Now I am cutting ties clean off

And I can breathe at last

So we all stand enthralled by this bland curtain call

And the truth we pursue as we all, we all beg you to

 Kai seems like he wasn't really that invested in volleyball, so having all these passionate people around him was a shock.  But he really got into third year, and he wants people to feel that passion too. In the back of his mind he feels bad for not feeling it like the rest of the team, but since looking in the past means nothing now, he tries to move on. 

Morisuke Yaku

 Mama- Mcr

And when we go don't blame us, yeah

We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah

You made us oh so famous;

We'll never let you go

And when you go don't return to me my love

I mean, he is part of the mom squad. But it's ever so slightly more deep. I’m gonna say it's momma-bird syndrome. He doesn't want people to move on without him, seeing people achieve their dreams is great but he doesn't want you to do it if that means loving him. 

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Seijoh

Tōru Oikawa

Prom Queen- Beach Bunny

Maybe I should try harder

You should lower your expectations

I'm no quick-curl barbie

I was never cut out for prom queen

I feel like oikawa is constantly feeling like he has to catch up to everyone around him. At some point in Argentina he came to the conclusion that he was good enough and didn't need to rise to anyone's standards of him, but when he got picked for the national team everything came back. He still has all of those feelings from high-school. Never making it to nationals, feeling like he failed his team. 

Issei Matsukawa

Bubblegum Bitch- Marina and the diamonds 

Got a figure like a pin-up, got a figure like a doll

Don't care if you think I'm dumb, I don't care at all

Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored

I'm the girl you'd die for

I feel like to earn Mattsun’s trust, he would put you through some ridiculous trial of sorts. I also feel that he is very comfortable with who he is, and he takes no shit about it. But that comes with the fact that he rarely takes fault in things, and that sparks arguments. He’ll use your love for him against you, he’ll be as cold as he can muster, until YOU take fault. 

Takahiro Hanamaki

 OUT THE ROOF- Chase Atlantic 

Yeah, we stay lit

We fuck bitches, pop on pillies, that is it, yeah

Holy moly, holy shit, yeah

Me and all my people are heaven sent, yeah, yup

9this is a strait vibe for Makki) 

I feel like Makki drowns his problems out with meaningless activities. Like smoking or one-night stands. He’d rather drown out his problems then have them in his  face. Or when he’s forced to face them, he’ll deflect until he has nothing else to deflect. Because when you’re high there nothing to worry about! Why stress about meaningless problems when he can be having fun!  

Hajime Iwaizumi

 Endlessly- The Cab

Yeah, your friends may think I'm crazy

Cause they can only see

I'm not perfect, but I swear, I'm perfect for you.

And there's no guarantee

That this will be easy.

It's not a miracle you need, believe me.

Yeah, I'm no angel, I'm just me

But I will love you endlessly.

Iwa knows that he can't be there for you all the time. Physically he tries his best, mentally he can help when he can. But you both know that you're perfect for one another. He just can't help but listen to the people around him sometimes. You deserve the world, but he doesn't know if he can give that to you. 

--

Fukurodani

Kōtarō Bokuto 

Prima Donna- Andrew Lloyd Webber 

Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?

Think of how they all adore you

We’ve all seen how Bokuto gets what he’s praised for literally anything remotely impressive. So that makes him a cannon prima donna! but that also means the lows and really bad mood swings. This song just fits him so well it’s scary.  

-- 

Shiratorizawa

Wakatoshi Ushijim

 More- Usher 

If you really want more, scream it out louder,

If you on the floor, bring out the fire,

And light it up, take it up higher,

Gotta push it to the limit, give it more.

This seems kinda obvious, but Ushijima never gives up. Ever since he was a kid, he set a goal for himself and he went beyond what he even set out for. And that comes with a lot of work and training for every new level of volleyball. He’s just going to get better and better until he retires, or is forced to retire. 

Eita Semi

 strawberries and cigarettes- troye sivan

Long nights, daydreams

Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool

But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

Headlights, on me

Racing to 60, I've been a fool

But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like

Blue eyes, black jeans

Lighters and candy, I've been a fool

But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

I feel like semi always thinks about how Shirabu replaced him on the starting line-up. But he’s mostly gotten over it, but certain things bring him back into that stage of his life. Then the cycle starts all over again. He constantly looks back on the game against Karasuno and thinks about wat would have happened if he was the setter instead. 

Reon Ōhira

 Remember when- Chris Wallace 

So can we push push push rewind,

Go go back in time,

When we were kids sneaking bottles of wine,

Take take take me back, I wanna go back,

Back to what we had! Do you remember when we started this mess,

My heart was beating out of my chest!,

Remember when we stole your dad's car,

Reon gives me the vibe that his days at Shiratorizawa were some of the best of his life. How can they not be? He made the greatest friends of his life there. And I also feel like he looks back on them a bit more than he wants to admit.

Satori Tendō

 This Side of Paradise- Coyote theory

Are you lonely?

Passion is crashing as we speak

You seem so lonely

You're the ground my feet won't reach

So if you're lonely

Darling you're glowing

If you're lonely come be lonely with me.

I get the vibe that Tendou attaches himself to whatever makes him feel wanted/safe. (ex. volleyball) he knows it isn't healthy, but he can't help it. This does lead to him completely distancing himself from you over and over because he thinks you’ll leave him. 

Hayato Yamagata- House of gold- Twenty one Pilots 

I will make you

Queen of everything you see

I'll put you on the map

I'll cure you of disease (Ooh)

And since we know that dreams are dead

And life turns plans up on their head

I will plan to be a bum

So I just might become someone

Even though we don't see a lot of him, I get the feeling he treats people really well. Like he cherishes people a lot more than some of them deserve. As you can see this leads to some unfair relationships and toxic people. He just wants to hold on until a good person comes along. 

--

Nohebi 

Suguru Daishō

Mr Loverman - Ricky Montgomery 

I'm Mr. Loverman

And I miss my lover, man

I'm Mr. Loverman

Oh, and I miss my lover

I feel like this was way too obvious, but it really is his song. It’s literally cannon, every lyric in this song is what happened with Mika. but in the end he got her back and made his promise  to be a better loverman <3. 

Kazuma Numai

 Nonstop- Drake 

Future took the business and ran it for me

I let Ollie take the owl, told him brand it for me

I get two million a pop and that's standard for me

Like I went blind dog, you gotta hand it to me

He looks and acts like a guy who listens to drake. He just seems like a guy who won't stop or give up even when things take a turn. He’ll just keep fighting until nothing’s left. 

Kōji Hiroo

 At the Wheel- Colorblind 

I need something to wake me up

It's never strong enough

I'm just getting colder and starting over

Going numb is just the way I run from

All my problems when I can't solve them

Need to break away

Escape the way I'm feeling

Hate to be fake, but I'm just dealing

This one doesn't really have a true reason, i really just felt like this was his song.  Sorry just the vibe. 

;)

Inarizaki

Shinsuke Kita

 Oh Ms Believer- twenty one pilots 

Oh, Ms. Believer, my pretty sleeper

Your twisted mind is like snow on the road

Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder

Inside your head than the winter of dead

I will tell you I love you

But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears

My nose and feet are running as we start

To travel through snow

Together we go

I feel like kita is unintentionally cold towards the world, like he wants to open up but can't figure out how. But in turn if you can get him to feel “warmer” (get closer to him) he’ll share everything with you, almost oversharing. Just because he can't help it, he’s kept it all in for so long. Sometimes he just needs someone to hold him and make HIM feel better, because he does it for everyone. If you can manage all of this i feel like he’ll keep you with him forever. 

Ren Ōmimi

 Armor- Landon Austin

I'm not bullet proof when it comes to you

Don't know what to say when you made me the enemy

After the war is won

There's always the next one

I'm not bullet proof when it comes to you

I feel like not a lot of people approach ren because of how intimidating he looks. This has made him weary when people are really enthused to first meet him, because he thinks it’s a joke. After getting over that hurdle i feel like he just isn't an open person so it’ll take a long time to even get to a point where he trusts you. Hence the other wars after the first. 

Aran Ojiro-

 Never really over- Katy perry

Two years, and just like that, my head still takes me back

Thought it was done, but I guess it's never really over

Oh, we were such a mess, but wasn't it the best?

Thought it was done, but I guess it's never really over

Just because it's over doesn't mean it's really over

And if I think it over, maybe you'll be coming over again

And I'll have to get over you all over again

After all of these years, I really don't think Aran has truly gotten over losing at nationals in third year. And now on the national team he sees Hinata and Kageyama all the time and it takes him back. It makes him re-feel all the emotions he felt after the game. It hurt him to know that he gave his everything and still lost.  Like when he’s in bed he puts himself back into that self loathing phase of his life. 

Michinari Akagi

Try Hard - 5sos

It's obvious she’s so out of reach

And I'm finding it hard 'cause

She makes me feel, makes me feel

Like I try, like I try, like I'm trying too hard

'Cause I'm not being me

And it’s getting me down that

She makes me think, makes me think

That I try, that I try, that I'm trying too hard again

Akagi gives off boy best friend vibes.  But like to EVERYONE, so the person he liked just thought he was making fun of them and he didn't like them back. And i feel like that kinda traumatized him a bit, so when he got a new s/o he tried really really hard to make them special, but the same thing happened. 

i may do some with the second and first years, idk this took so long :)

[sortavibing]

middle blocker’s clothing aesthetics

since a longer fic i was writing got deleted, here’s something else while i decide if i’m going to restart or just pretend i never had the idea :) also i did kuroo in captains’ clothing aesthetics, so that’s why he isn’t here

hinata

he needs to be comfortable and able to move around a lot in his clothes, because he is just a jumping ball of energy, so he has a casual streetwear aesthetic.

he hates jeans and accessories because they are uncomfortable and they get in the way of all of his overexaggerated actions he makes. he also hates accessories because once one of his necklaces got caught on a fence, and it almost choked him.

he gets a lot of inspiration from bokuto, because they both have the same requirements for clothes, so he always asks him for clothing tips, and bokuto happily obliges.

he cannot buy expensive clothes, because he always finds a way to stain his clothes or get them dirty. like he could be in the cleanest place imaginable and he still would get something on his shirt-

yamaguchi

he is the literal definition of soft boy, so he definitely has this aesthetic. yamaguchi doesn’t want to attract too much attention to himself, so he doesn’t do anything super extra like others, but his style is still amazing.

yamaguchi is a big advocate for thrifting and sustainable shopping, and he usually brings tsukishima along with him for thrifting trips, and they both get some nice pieces to add to their wardrobes.

he uses a really nice smelling fabric softener with his clothes, so his sweaters are really soft, and they smell nice, and it’s the literal perfect combo.

he doesn’t like wearing thick chains and more edgy acessories, but he likes to wear a simple gold chain necklace to just bring his outfits together and it’s just- *chefs kiss

aone

this man is so soft- like i can’t imagine him ever wearing anything black or remotely edgy because he just want’s to seem friendly and inviting, so he wears a lot of sweaters and has that indie soft boy aesthetic.

because the soft sweaters cost a lot of money, aone tried to knit one himself, and it actually works, so now at least 1/3 of his collection is handmade and he’s really proud of it.

he doesn’t like wearing jewelry, so he accessorizes his outfits by layering lots of clothing, and though it may not seem like it, the layers actually work really well together and he ends up having a well put together outfit.

he loves to support sustainable brands that fund good causes, so most of his clothes are a little more on the expensive size because of that. he doesn’t mind because he knows that he’s helping the planet out a bit.

tsukishima

his clothing style is kinda simple, but it still looks really good. he doesn’t like being extra with his outfits because he thinks people that try too hard are “not cool” so he’s pretty chill with his aesthetic.

he didn’t really think thrifting was that exciting until yamaguchi took him once, and now he enjoys looking for new jackets or pants to make into outfits, though he will never tell yamaguchi that he looks foward to the trips.

he hates wearing necklaces, because he thinks they look really weird and they throw off the vibe of the outfit, but he is willing to wear rings, depending on how they look.

he doesn’t like wearing tight, movement constricting clothes, and he really doesn’t like getting his clothing dirty, so he will take active steps to get out of the way of hinata and noya, or his clothes will be ruined.

tendou

he 100% wears the alt/punk style fashion, and he can pull it off really well. he loves to just experiment with layering and different accessories and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t.

he is an avid thrifter, and he loves to just go to his local stores and find new crazy items that would work well with his chaotic aesthetic, and sometimes he brings ushijima along (he doesn’t really understand why tenou likes thrifting so much).

he knows that he dresses well, and he isn’t afraid to make fun of the other people on the shiratorizawa team about their fashion sense (especially semi).

he doesn’t really care if his clothes get dirty or ripped, because if they do it just adds to his aesthetic, so he does whatever he wants, and actually gets a little excited if his clothes rip or get something on it.

suna

suna is an eboy. you cannot convince me otherwise. he loves the black on black aesthetic, and accessories are his favorite part of all outfits. he especially loves rings, because they always add that needed “edge” to his outfits.

he has one of those tik tok accounts where they just show off their fit and their hands, and like hundreds of thousands of people just like simp for them even though they never show their face, and he has a shit ton of fans.

he hates when his clothes get dirty, so when he has an outfit that he put a lot of effort into, he is really careful with it, and will not let the miya twins even touch him.

he makes shady comments about his teammate’s fashion sense, because he knows he dresses well, and he wants everyone else to know it too. he really likes making fun of atsumu.

lev

he has a retro/80s aesthetic, and his sister introduced it to him, because she thought it would look good on him (and it does), so the aesthetic just stuck with him.

he likes to thrift, but he doesn’t usually go thrifting, because he never can find anything in his size, so when he does find something that fits, he gets really excited and buys it immediatley.

he doesn’t really use accessories, because he just doesn’t know how to match it to the outfit, so most of his outfits are pretty basic, but they look good. he also never can find matching socks for some reason, so he counts that as an accessory.

he does care about the condition of his clothes, so he is sort of careful not to get it dirty, but not enough that he won’t spill something on his shirt every once in a while.

matsukawa

he is another person who has the sort of retro aesthetic, but unlike lev, he likes to use accessories and layers to make his outfits a little more extra. he doesn’t like rings though, so that’s one thing he won’t wear.

he goes thrifting with hanamakki a lot, and while they do get clothes that would actually look good, they usually buy some really weird and borderline creepy shit just for fun.

if the brand is showing on the clothing, he doesn’t like to mix it with another brand. there really isn’t much of a reason to it, it’s just one of his fashion pet peeves.

he doesn’t like to wear things that are super tight or uncomfortable, so he only wears loose clothing and accessories. he is pretty chill if his clothes get dirty or stained, but he prefers that they won’t get dirty, so he is sort of careful about what he does, but not as careful as others.

i hope you enjoyed!

[hidden-otaku-stuff]

Different but the Same (pt. 6)

tw: A few swears

Word count: ~4.5k

Rating: R18+/M

Omegaverse AU, Rating: 18+/M

Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?

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ch 6: courting

A tapping distracted her as she flicked through the pages of her textbook. A soft bite to her bottom lip before an exaggerated groan left her lips. “This is so boring,” she pouted, glancing up. Iwaizumi was across the table from her, his fingers drumming on the table as he focused on his own homework. His eyes flicked up before they went back to scanning the problems.

“It’d be less boring if you focused on your actual work instead of looking at me.” 

“You’re annoying.”

“You’re just annoyed that I can focus when I study with you, and you can’t.” He brought his cup of tea to his lips, taking a sip. “That or the fact that you didn’t do your homework yesterday when I told you to so now you’re annoyed that you can’t go out.” He flipped a page. 

She grunted, rolling her eyes. He was right. The previous day, she’d insisted on cuddling all day so they’d sat on the sofa watching movies. This morning, she’d woken up to a barrage of texts from Oikawa and the rest of the third-years inviting them out for a day at the mall but Iwaizumi refused because they had homework to catch up on. “It’s not my fault that I wanted to spend time with just you.” He ignored her, scribbling down the math to the chemistry problem. Trying to focus, she leaned her face closer to the text, using her hands to prop her head up. Her eyes shifted once more so that she could survey the brooding ace. The glow of the afternoon sun outside illuminated his natural beauty, from his chiseled cheeks to the light in his eyes. Her mind drifted to their first study session.

It had been their third-year of middle school. They were in the process of studying for their high-school entrance exams. Well, Iwaizumi was. She was studying to pass her final exams. 

He shifted his weight uncomfortably, a soft pink tinge blossoming in his cheeks. “Hey, do you wanna study with me later today?” She and Oikawa were standing by her locker, chatting about classwork when Iwaizumi had approached them. Brown eyes avoided looking directly at her while he waited for her response. 

She turned, a dazzling smile filling her face. “Sure! Where did you want to go?” A tug as she adjusted the shoulder strap on her backpack. He fiddled with the zipper on his jacket.

“How about that new cafe down the street?” 

“Sounds perfect. See you later Oikawa-san!” The setter let out squawks of protest, complaining about being ditched as Iwaizumi offered his hand to the Omega. The pink hint dusting her cheeks darkened to red as she put her hand in his. Giggles slipped from her lips as he pulled her away, ordering his best friend to not follow them. Oikawa’s curses and loud whines faded behind them as Iwaizumi led her out the gates of their junior high. 

Iwaizumi let out a sigh of relief as they slowed down their pace. “I thought I’d never get rid of him.” 

“You can’t say that,” she chided as she nudged him. “He’s your best friend after all!” 

Iwaizumi snorted. “More like I’m the idiot who got stuck with him.” His eyes fell on their intertwined fingers, red roses blooming in the apples of his cheeks as he quickly averted his eyes again. In the corner of his eyes, he could see her soft smile. “I’m really glad you were at that game.” He muttered under his breath.

“Me too.” Iwaizumi jolted, unaware that she had caught his comment. She was like a beam of sunshine, it was hard to be upset or to feel negative emotions when you were around her. “I can’t believe we never ran into each other sooner, especially since we’ve been at the same school this whole time.” The bell chimed as they entered the cafe. Iwaizumi’s head swung around, spying an empty table by the windows. He let go of her hand, placing it on the small of her back to guide her to the table.

“Get comfortable,” he ordered before he let his voice soften. “What do you want to drink?” 

She hummed as she tapped her chin. “Do you mind getting me a green tea?” 

“Anything for you princess.” He pressed his lips to her forehead, practically falling over his own feet as he escaped towards the counter. Her cheeks glowed as her fingers brushed against the warm spot he had just touched. She couldn’t resist the giggles that overtook her as she sat down and got comfortable. A few minutes later, Iwaizumi came back with two cups of tea. She spied the red glow of his ears as he cleared his throat, placing the cups down beside her book.

“Thank you, Iwaizumi!”

He sat down in front of her, taking a sip of his tea to calm his nerves. “Y’know...since we’re mates or whatever...you can just call me Hajime.” Her tongue burned as she accidentally took too big of a sip, eyes watering at the pain. “Oi, that’s hot dumbass!” He scolded, taking the cup away from her as he pulled his water bottle out and handed it to her. 

As she drank the cooling liquid, she sent him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting that.” She swallowed as shyness overcame her nerves. “You can call me (Name).” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but he caught every word. With a grin, he pulled out an entrance exam booklet. 

Twenty minutes or so had passed when she decided she needed a break. Standing up, she stretched. “Where are you going?” Iwaizumi looked up from his booklet, eyebrows furrowing at her sudden movement.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to go to the restroom.” Her smile blinded him as he slowly nodded, watching her back as she walked away. As she finished her business and finished washing her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror. “I can’t believe I’m here right now.” She squealed as she hugged herself. 

Stepping out of the bathroom, she took her seat back in front of Iwaizumi, flashing him another smile. “Here you go!” Her attention was caught as a waiter delicately placed a slice of [favorite cake] in between them. “Enjoy!” 

“Hajime?” She turned to look quizzically at her mate.

His cheeks darkened as he looked out the window. “I figured I would treat you since this is our first date or whatever.” 

He was startled when soft lips pressed against his cheek. “Thank you!” She squealed, practically bouncing in excitement. A glitter of gold caught the light, causing her to pause. Her heart fluttered. “Is this..?”

He carefully watched her, his heart freezing. “Well, I know I’m your bond-mate, but I figured we’d make it officially, y’know?” His cheeks burned.

“Oh Haji, it’s so beautiful,” she beamed. “Can you put it on for me?” 

She pulled her hair to the side as he stood up, making his way to her side as he placed the necklace on for her. Her fingers brushed the pendant as she looked down at it fondly. “I hope you like it.” His eyes glowed as he inhaled her warm strawberry scent.

“I do, I love it.” Her thumb rubbed the pendant. “I’m definitely the luckiest girl in the world, aren’t I?” Her eyes sparkled, meeting his as she took a bite of her pastry. She let out another squeal, bouncing in her seat. 

As Iwaizumi watched her take another bite of the pastry, he chewed on his cheek. ‘I think I’m the lucky one here,’ he thought to himself as she offered a forkful to him. Carefully eating it, Iwaizumi silently nodded to himself. He was definitely the lucky one.

The memory faded as Iwaizumi let out a deep sigh. A ball of paper bounced off her forehead causing her to squeal indignantly. “Stop getting distracted. You go to Shiratorizawa, shouldn’t you be a better student?” 

“Asshole,” she grumbled. Iwaizumi flicked her, causing her to yelp and protest loudly. 

He stood up, making his way past her into the kitchen to refill their mugs. Her mate placed a fond kiss over the red blemish he had left. “I love you.”

“Love you too!” She replied. “Though I wish you weren’t such a hard-ass,” she muttered under her breath.

“Haaaah?” 

“Nothing baby!”  

****

“I don’t know why I feel this way.” Ushijima laid in his dorm bed, head propped up by his pillow as he stared at the bed above him. 

Tendou glanced over, spinning his chair. “Feel what way, Wakatoshi?”

Ushijima hesitated, brows furrowed. “I...I feel different when I’m around (Name). Almost like I always want to be around her, but when I’m around her, I still don’t feel complete.” He sighed, not looking, knowing that Tendou’s brows had furrowed in that mocking way it does. 

Tendou tapped on his chin. “Do you like her?” 

Ushijima glanced over at the red-head. “Like her? She does a good job of being our manager, I don’t have a reason to dislike her.”

Tendou cackled, “Not like that Wakatoshi! Do you see her in a romantic sense perhaps?” His eyes narrowed playfully, a smirk sliding across his face.

“A romantic sense?” Ushijima thought about it before shaking his head. “I don’t think so. Besides, she already has a mate.” A flicker of pain shot through his heart as his Alpha snarled Vermillion eyes widened at the sudden noise. 

“Your Alpha seems to disagree.” He commented, leaning back and spinning the chair as he thought. “What happened during your tryst at the game?” 

A sigh escaped Ushijima, he didn’t really want to go into details. If he was being honest, he was still embarrassed that he’d so easily lost control. “Nothing really,” he replied. “I was walking to get a water refill when the sweetest scent distracted me. I took her into some locker room to help her through her heat.” He sat passively, recalling some of the words that had left him. Lowering his voice, he added shamefully, “My alpha told her to be mine.” His cheeks felt warm at the admission.

Tendou looked down at his captain. “That’s probably why you feel this way, your alpha already recognises her as your Omega and that’s why you feel so conflicted.” He shrugged. 

“But she already has a mate.” 

“Guessing your Alpha doesn’t really care about that~!” Tendou teased before his smirk dropped, growing serious. “Have you talked to her since it happened?”

Ushijima remained silent a moment longer before sighing again. “I apologized to her for my actions and asked her to be our manager. Since then, we haven’t approached the subject.” 

“Do you know how she feels about it?” Ushijima shook his head. “Maybe she also feels some type of way towards you, but feels confused because she feels an obligation to her mate.” A growl tore from Ushijima’s lips, causing both boys to freeze. “Ushijima.” Tendou adopted a firm voice now, channeling a bit of the Alpha voice he rarely used. “Like it or not, she’s already accepted courtship with another alpha. You either have to let this Omega go, or somehow win her affections.” He looked at the ceiling, “Besides, aren’t Omegas allowed to have two Alphas?” 

“You’re right Tendou.” With that, he stood up. “I’m going to go for a run.”

“It’s nearly curfew!” Tendou cried, as the door snapped shut behind the Apex Alpha.

His feet slammed against the ground, his arms at his sides. Energy pulsed through him, and he pushed himself. Harder. Faster. Better. Ushijima hadn’t been entirely honest with Tendou. The reason that he had followed the strawberry scent was because it was one he had met many years ago. Flashes of images swarmed his mind as he let it wander. 

It was after his final tournament in middle school. The strawberry scent had wafted out throughout the game, but right when he was receiving his Best Spiker Award, it consumed him. Olive eyes glowed as it scanned the audience, subtly taking in big sniffs as he tried to locate it. But somehow the scent had disappeared. “Ushijima! Let’s go to the locker room.” His team-mate shook him out of his reverie. It was just a scent, he thought to himself. Making his way back to the locker-room, he froze. The scent was potent here. He couldn’t stop himself, he followed the scent down the hall and was about to head through the open doors at the end of the hall when a firm hand gripped his shoulder.

“Ushijima! You did an excellent job. You’ll do fine things at Shiratorizawa Academy.” He turned, greeting his coach.

“Thank you, Coach.” 

“Come on, the bus is ready, we’re about to head out.” With his coach’s hand on his shoulders guiding him, he left the delicious scent behind, promising to find it next time. 

The memory faded to black and he silently cursed himself. If only he had been more persistent, if only he had found the source, he could’ve been the one holding her in his arms. The alpha had originally thought that he was going crazy when he scented her again. At every single game he’s been at, he would subconsciously always check the air to see if she was there to no avail. This time, there was nothing to stop him from finding it. It hadn’t been difficult, since she was literally in the middle of the bustling hallway. 

He froze in his tracks, gulping. The source of the scent was more intoxicating than he could have imagined. She was definitely the most attractive person he had ever met, and the scent. His mouth watered at it; he couldn’t remember anything smelling as sweet. Just by this single whiff, he was addicted. If he could replace oxygen with it, he would. Another gulp as he steeled his nerves. As he got closer, he realized why it had been exceptionally sweeter. She was in heat. 

His hand made contact, and he almost shivered at the feeling of her soft flesh under his calloused fingers. A burning feeling coursed through his veins, electricity shooting up his body. He knew immediately that he couldn’t let her escape again, but his team briefly crossed his mind. If he had found her intoxicating, then so would others. She would serve as a distraction. For the good of his team, he had to take care of this heat now. Or at least, that’s what he used to justify what he did. Secretly, he just wanted to hide the Omega away from the world. She was his, after all. Ushijima swung his head around, olive eyes narrowing at the other males. A few other Alphas were tentatively approaching her, but they backed away when they saw him hovering behind her. Ushijima knew he needed to take her away now so that nobody else would have her. 

When the door of the restroom had slammed open and he was greeted with the bitter pine scent, Ushijima had to fight his straining Alpha. He had initially noticed the lingering pine scent masked under strawberry, but had ignored it - assuming that it was from casual brushes with a friend. Now, he could see that the Omega already had an Alpha. With great reluctance, he left, pausing only to whisper, “Better keep a closer eye on your plaything, Iwaizumi. Otherwise someone will snap her up.” Silently he added, The moment you are gone, I will reclaim my Omega. Giving her one last nod, Ushijima stepped out into the hall.

“Wakatoshi-kun, there you are!”

“Hello, Tendou.” 

“Jeez, you reek of Omega, what happened?” Tendou pestered as they walked back to the court.

“I was helping an Omega.” 

“Before our match?” Tendou made a scandalized noise as they re-entered the court before he started cackling. “You sly dog!” 

“Ushijima-kun, get warmed up now!” Washijo scowled. “Don’t disappear during tournaments, you know better.”

“My apologies, Coach.” Olive eyes wandered to the other court, catching a glimpse of the teal-and-white players escorting her. As he went through his warm-ups, he watched the Seijoh pack greet her, recoiling slightly when Iwaizumi snapped at them. She was bundled up in an oversized Seijoh jacket, and was quickly ushered to the coaches’ bench. Her dazzling smile peeked up over the collar, exposing a black choker. It sparked a mixture of happiness and irritation in him. Happy that she was happy, and irritated that he wasn’t the cause of her happiness. A whistle distracted him as their warm-ups ended. He got in line, forcing his attention away from the Omega.

Ushijima stopped at the beginning of the tracks, having finished his run. Heavy pants filled the air, but still he itched to run. He itched to escape from everything, from his responsibilities, from the reality that she was taken already. But he pulled out his phone, drafting a text. 

Ushijima: (L. Name) if you are not busy, can you accompany me to the mall tomorrow? Coach Washijo asked me to buy replacement volleyball gear.

 Of course, it was a valid reason, but he just needed to see her soon. Needed to spend time with her. To be in her presence. 

His phone vibrated. She was quick to respond. 

(L.Name, Name): Sure thing Ushijima-san. Are you free after 4 PM? I know we don’t have practice, but I have a group assignment I need to work on after class.

Ushijima: That’s fine. Thank you. I will meet you at the gates at 4 PM. 

His grip on his phone tightened. He still didn’t really know why her scent was so enticing to him, or why he constantly craved her touch and presence, but he wasn’t going to lose his chance. 

****

The next day, he was greeted with the sight of the lovely Omega standing by the entrance. “Hey, Ushijima-san!” She waved, his heart skipping a beat as he took in her outfit. She had changed out of her uniform and was wearing a (favorite color) blouse paired with leggings. 

“You look lovely, (L. Name).” 

“Thanks! You don’t look too bad yourself.” They started walking towards the bus stop. He glanced down at his outfit. Compared to her, he felt messy. He was just wearing some branded jogging pants and a fitted black long-sleeve shirt. Ushijima banished the thought from his mind. It didn’t matter what he was wearing as long as he was being true to himself. “What did we need to pick up?” Her foot tapped as she waited for the bus to arrive.

“The coaches asked me to pick up some new towels and balls. I was also planning on looking for personal volleyball equipment as well. Did you have anything that you needed to purchase?” Her hair swayed as she shook her head. The all-too familiar strawberry scent was wafted up to him by the action.

“I don’t think so. If anything, I need to go grocery shopping before I head home.” 

“I can go with you for that.” The bus arrived as they stepped in. She waved a hand at him as she looked for an empty seat. There was only one at the very back. His hand found purchase on her lower back as he guided her to the seat, gently pushing her down. Opening her mouth to protest, he held a hand up. “I can stand, don’t worry.” 

She crossed her arms but nodded. “You don’t have to go grocery shopping with me, Ushijima-san. There’s a market right by my apartment anyways.” 

“I don’t mind.” The rest of the bus trip remained in silence as she looked out the window. Ushijima found himself observing her face. The afternoon sun bounced off her (h/c) hair in a way that made it seem (lighter/darker) than it actually was. Her eyes sparkled in the light. 

“Alright, where to?” (Name) asked as they stepped off the bus, hands on her hips as she surveyed the mall.

“I’ll need to visit the sports store for the volleyball stuff.” They walked in together, his hands barely brushing against her cardigan.

“Oh, do you mind if I stop in here?” She halted outside of an edgy looking store. There were signs plastered outside proclaiming their deals in bright yellow and red ink.

Ushijima nodded. “I’ll go with you.” They stepped in together, and he was surprised by the darkness of the store. The external brick-wall facade matched the interior, with all it’s interesting products. He saw a display for one of the animes that Tendou was particularly fond of, stepping towards it to survey all the merchandise. 

“I didn’t know you liked My Hero, Ushijima-san.” (Name) returned, a black bag in hand as she tucked her wallet back into her purse.

“I am not, but Tendou is.” He followed her outside the store. “What did you buy?”

“Huh?” She glanced up at him. “Oh! They had some vintage-style limited edition Godzilla merchandise, so I bought some for Hajime.” Her scent brightened, hiding the hint of bitterness in his own. 

“I see.” 

Was that what it was like to have a mate? To be surprised with gifts randomly? His grandmother had always told him that Alphas were to spoil their Omegas, so he was surprised that (Name) was purchasing something for Iwaizumi. 

They stepped into the sports store, with the Omega following Ushijima’s lead as he made a bee-line for the volleyball section. He browsed their selection of volleyballs, testing them before selecting a few to place into his basket. Ushijima turned, opening his mouth to speak to (Name) only to find her missing. “(L. Name)?” He sniffed the air aggressively in an attempt to locate her. 

“Over here, Ushijima-san!” She waved at him as she shifted through the clothing section.

“What are you looking for?” Ushijima hovered behind her for a moment before shifting to browse through an adjacent rack, picking a few pairs of shorts. 

“I was hoping to get more workout clothes!” She grinned. “I wanted something with more coverage yet breathable, just in case the other teams we play were similar to Kirishima-san’s team.” His nostrils flared at the mention of the other Alpha, lip curling in distaste.

“I will make sure to protect you if that is the case.”

“I’m sure you will,” she shot him a warm smile. “But I think it’d probably be in my best interest anyways. Better safe than sorry, right?” She picked out a few dry-fit shirts and leggings, throwing them over her arm. “Have you got everything?”

“One moment please.” Ushijima stopped at the shoes, snagging a box of shoes. “I am ready now.” 

“Let’s check-out then.” He led the way once more, pausing when her footsteps stopped behind him. She was bent over a display, looking at the products. With an awkward smile, she said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get distracted again.”

He came to stand behind her, looking down. “Why are you looking at watches?”

“I broke mine the other week, and it’s getting annoying being almost late for things.” She picked one up, examining it before placing it back down. “Ah well, I’ll just ask my parents for a new one.” 

“Is that the one you like?” 

She raised an eyebrow as Ushijima picked up the one she had just placed down. “Why?”

“Is it?”

“I mean, it’s probably what I’d end up getting, yes.”

“Alright.” 

“Wait!” Ushijima started walking back towards the cashier. “What are you doing?” She tugged on his arm. 

Olive eyes looked down at her before gently pulling his arm away. “I am purchasing the watch for you.” He placed the watch and his own purchases on the counter. “Can I have these rung separately? The volleyballs will go under the Shiratorizawa account.” Her jaw dropped, spluttering as Ushijima and the cashier ignored her.

“Hello again, Ushijima-kun!” The cashier greeted. Ushijima had been a regular in the store ever since middle-school. “How’s practice going for the pack?” 

“Good. We’ll be going for the Interhigh nationals soon.” 

“That’s good to hear!” He pressed some buttons. Ushijima pulled out some bills, paying the cashier and taking the bags.

(Name) quickly paid for her stuff, a pair of knee-pads slipped amongst her stuff. Ushijima eyed it, but didn’t comment. “You didn’t have to do that, Ushijima-san!” She cursed as they stepped outside. He stopped abruptly and the Omega crashed into his back. “Sorry!” She squeaked, hands flying up to steady herself against him. 

Ushijima turned back to her, the watch in hand. “Will you accept this gift?” He firmly - but gently - grasped her hand, pulling it towards him as he placed it into her hand.

“Ushijima-san, that was expensive, you didn’t have to get it for me.” 

“I’ve already bought it. Will you accept it?” 

She pouted before giving him a small nod. “Thank you, Ushijima-san.” 

His Alpha preened at his Omega’s acceptance of the courting gift. (Name) slipped the watch on, adjusting it to match her phone. “It’s getting late, I’ll escort you home then.”

“We can just go to the station by Shiratorizawa,” she replied. “I’ll be fine walking home.”

“Is that the closest station to your home?” They stood at the bus station, waiting patiently.

“ No, but I’d have to take a different bus and I’d rather take this one with you.” His brow furrowed. 

“I said I’ll go with you grocery shopping.”

“And I said that wasn’t necessary.” She stepped out a bit, looking at the bus that was arriving. “Now c’mon, let’s get on the bus!” Before he could say another word, she had already hauled herself into the bus. Ushijima sighed, of course she was stubborn. Boarding, his Alpha paced in excitement. He could already tell courting would be interesting.

****

“Hey babe?”

“Hmm?” A warm finger drew small circles on her hip. He hesitated, shaking his head. “What’s up Haji?”

Iwaizumi just chuckled, squeezing her waist. “Nothing.”

“You sure?” (Name) moved to sit up from her lying position only for Iwaizumi’s arms to tighten around her. She tilted her face up, soft doe-eyes blinking up at her mate. “It doesn’t sound like nothing.”

Iwaizumi swallowed. How was he supposed to tell his mate that he was worried? That he had caught the lingering scents of Ushijima clinging to her the other day? That he missed her presence at his practices? “Just...” More hesitation. “Just wanted to ask if you wanted to hangout with the pack tomorrow,” he finished lamely, swallowing away his misgivings. 

The Omega hummed, eyes carefully scrutinizing him. “Sure,” she nodded slowly. “You know I'm always down to hangout with you all.” (Name) maneuvered herself so that she straddled him. His hands landed on her hips softly as he peered up at her. The Omega looked beautiful, even when she was wearing one of his old t-shirts that somehow still managed to dwarf her. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his. “I love you,” she whispered, pulling back slightly. He cupped her cheek, a hand sliding up her back as he captured her lips with his. Iwaizumi held her close, hoping that his actions would speak for him. 

I love you too.

Fun facts: 

💟 (Name) actually hates studying and school, and was genuinely surprised when she got good enough grades to get into Shiratorizawa and to stay in it

💟 The Seijoh pack rarely gives them time alone, so (Name) sometimes has fight them for Iwaizumi’s attention and vice versa

💟 Oikawa was banned from most of their study sessions because he would often get bored and distract them both. (Name) would encourage this, and they would both end up being scolded by Iwaizumi 

💟 Even though they were mates, Iwaizumi had spent all day giving himself a prep talk in order to ask her out

💟 (Name) and OIkawa had gone to the same pre-school, but lost contact with one another when she went to a different elementary school

💟 Ushijima thought that he was sick and had gone to the nurse before speaking with Tendou

💟 Every week, Tendou would try to get Ushijima to watch My Hero with him and would even read him scenes from the manga to get him interested to no avail

💟 Ushijima panicked for a few seconds when he couldn’t find (Name) and would have torn the store apart if she didn’t respond to him

💟 Ushijima had tried to get Kirishima’s team banned from playing with Shiratorizawa, but when Coach Washijo heard why, his request was denied. Since then, Ushijima decided that (Name) would not be allowed at practice matches in general

💟 The knee-pads (Name) bought were actually for her. Iwaizumi doesn’t let her play with them unless she has them on

💟 The Seijoh pack was actually scared of losing her and were less energetic whenever (Name) wasn’t around - though they’d never tell her out of fear that she’d feel guilty. The only thing that would cheer them up would be when Iwaizumi brought them her food

AN: I hope you enjoy this chapter and these small tidbits of fun facts! I’ve accidentally extended the story by a few chapters because I can’t bear the idea of letting them go so easily. I’m also entertaining the idea of special ‘bonus’ fluff scenes for when the story concludes or potentially even a prequel story of (Name) and Iwaizumi’s story up until their third year. Please let me know what you think! 

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Freak Like Me

Headcannons for Doja Cat’s ‘Freak’

Bokuto Koutarou x Reader 

Kozume Kenma x Reader 

Tendou Satori x Reader

For anon! I’ve heard of the song but never really listened to it, its a shame it's not on apple music. TT It’s so good I could not get it out of my head.

SMUT ☜（ﾟ∀ﾟ☜）

WC- 1,427

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Bokuto Koutarou

Call you daddy, give me a nickname, I ain’t afraid of a little pain.

PLEASE, my mouth is watering at this

Bokuto would love having such a personal secret, having a good girl act so bad only for his eyes

Sometimes he will stare at you and think about how he has the power to make you wither against his sheets, cry until your voice gives out as he pounds into you

You’d just be talking to Akaashi and Bokuto would simply stare, getting turned on more and more each second

He can feel drool pooling in his mouth as he thinks of your voice cracking, screaming for him as his hips painfully smack against your ass

Right now you just look so innocent standing there, as you’ve never had a dirty thought in your head

It blows his mind how the person who looks like a baby kitten was on their knees the previous night, getting their throat royally fucked

It makes Bokuto go light-headed, your duality that is, and if he stares at you any longer he might explode into a horny mess

He loves pleasuring you, watching your face contort into a perfect mess, Bokuto never fails to take care of his pretty baby

When you finally catch his staring, you stiffen and are unable to look away, you know damn well just from the look in his eyes exactly how roughly he’s going to treat you

“Daddy.” You whine, back arching as Bokuto holds your thighs apart with his large hands. His warm mouth is sucking harshly on your clit, rolling it with his tongue, emitting loud noises simply for the effect.

“Yes, princess?” His voice is so low and he withdraws his mouth from your center to kiss at your inner thighs, gently biting the skin. Bokuto looks up at you, waiting for you to respond. Those gold eyes hold you in place as you stare back at him, you let your head fall back against the pillows while you squeeze your eyes shut. Bokuto simply clicks his tongue. “We can’t have this.”

The cry that leaves your throat, scraps up your insides as Bokuto bites down harshly on your thigh. The sensation causing you to clench around nothing and a curse leaves your mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” You try to push your hips up into the air but Bokuto simply pins them down to the bed, continuing his assault on your bare thighs.

“Daddy doesn’t like it when you swear and you know this, baby, don’t you?” You can only nod and let out a pathetic whimper. Bokuto hums before licking a long strip along your inner thigh, he runs his tongue anywhere he can reach. Anywhere but where you need it.

“Then you can endure a little punishment.”

Kozume Kenma

You never been with no one as nasty as me. Spice up your life, come get a freak.

Kenma is so quiet, so introverted

He wouldn’t ever share his little toy with anyone, even if you gave him the consent (consent is very important) to share any of the details of your personal endeavors with him

Kenma would probably torture you, in a teasing and loving way, for even suggesting that

Just like Kenma, you don’t really give off that certain vibe, the vibe that screams I pleasure my s/o in the lockerrooms type of vibe, so no one ever suspects a thing with you two

It’s a wonder how you complete him, how the two of you got so lucky to find the other

Kenma always felt like he was missing something, he never knew what he wanted sexually simply because he had no one to experiment with

Then you came into his life, quite literally, the first time he made you cum you came all over him

Kenma is such a handful, he might not have the energy to fuel your desires all the time but it doesn’t matter because he will do whatever you want

He will leave you satisfied for days and you always do the same

You make it a mission to leave him utterly fucked

“Fuck.” Kenma hissed between his teeth, glaring down at where you are cheekily smiling at him with one of his legs on either side of you. It’s lunchtime, you’re in a janitor's closet, and Kenma is horny. His head tilts back against the wall when you gently press your lips to the tip of his cock, taking just a tiny bit of him into your mouth. You take your time, swallowing softly around him, running your tongue along his slit to listen to his muffled whimpers.

Every time you hear footsteps outside the door you do something to make him moan loudly. Whether that be taking him into your mouth and down your throat in a split second or moving to suck one of his balls into your mouth. Every action causes sweat to build up along Kenma’s hairline, you go so quick from 0 to 100 and then back to 0.

When he glances down at his watch and notice there are ten minutes till lunch ends, Kenma takes a handful of your hair and tightens it around his fist. Bringing you all the way down on his length, pressing your nose to his abdomen.

“If I don’t cum before class then I won’t touch you for a week.” His warning does not go unheard so you simply bob your head, ignoring the spit pooling out of your mouth. You can’t help but moan every time his hand jerks your hair, the burning sensation against your scalp making you clench your thighs together in desperation. “Maybe I will touch you, tease you until you cry, and make sure that you get no release. You would like that, wouldn’t you (Y/N).”

Tendou Satori

Tease him just enough to hate me, tied it tight enough he can’t break free.

Tendou would love, adore, his little freak

He’d be one of those people who actually looks nasty as they are, you are the same, he seriously met his match when he fell in love with you

You simply amaze him

It’s a wonder how you go from utterly and completely fucked underneath him to using him for your own personal pleasure, not letting him cum and solely getting off on teasing him

It would be hard to tell that you are totally kinky, you always looked like a pretty vanilla person but there were subtle giveaways in your each of your movements to Tendou

The way your fingers would curl around his wrist whenever you were desperate to leave the situation you’re in, only so he can satisfy the weeping mess inside of your core

Or the way you would hide your face in his neck with your hair covering your face so you can freely bite down on him, hard, that’s how Tendou knew you weren’t going to play that night

He would be so captivated by your utter existence, you seriously have him wrapped around your finger

There is just something in the way the two of you click, just like magnets

Maybe it’s because you can fuck him just as hard as he fucks you

You let out a low chuckle, placing your hands more firmly against Tendou’s exposed chest. Slowly you drag your clothed core along his bare cock, reveling in the feeling of his thick length dragging against your slit. Tendou simply stares up at you, his face in awe, his mouth left agape. You can’t help but lower your lips to his, jutting your tongue out to lick his bottom lip before shoving the warm muscle deep into his mouth and down his throat.

The room is filled with a mixture of your moans, your breathy whimpers, and Tendou’s low groans. You suck too harshly on his tongue and the vibrations from the suction bounce off the walls causing you to pant against his lips and move your hips faster against his own.

“Fuck.” You bite out, pressing your lips to Tendou’s once more when the tip of his hard cock presses perfectly against your clit. Your tongue falls out of your mouth as the pleasure builds up insides you and you spill all over his center. The dampness from your core completely drenching him. “I think you’re ready for me to take you now, huh?” You ask him before tugging on the soft ropes that tie each of his arms to the bedposts. “Or maybe I’ll just keep getting myself off since you’re all tied up.”