#haikyuu Drabble

[yuquinzel]

atsumu who goes above and beyond to impress you, his crush and classmate of four years, in all definitions of “impress.”

honestly how the fuck isn't it obvious to you by now, he might as well be walking around with “i like y/n” tattooed on his forehead.

you mention you like guys that can cook once and holy fuck atsumu who still doesn't know how to use the microwave without quite literally burning the food, who's never chopped onions before without ending up with enough cuts to bandage his whole hand— that atsumu practices for weeks and stays up till 2 am to prepare for the lunch he'll make for himself, because osamu said said no and then because you bring homemade lunch to stay and eat in class with your friends— he'll casually just plop down on the seat next to you, his friends will then very obviously willingly talk loudly about his lunch and he'll just throw in a, “yeah, made it maself, 'm a solid chef, who do ya think taught 'samu?”

okay if that didn't get your attention, no worries, what are his friends there for?

if atsumu gets lucky in a day and catches you chatting away with your friends in the hallway, then he instructs his friends to walk past you, hover in the corner, just within your earshot— “'kay, so when we pass her by, ya gotta speak ma name real loud, loud enough so she can hear it, but don't annoy her”

and so for the time you stand there, trying to hold a conversation with your friends, all your mind can really focus on is the, “atsumu was so fucking good in practice today, if we're gonna win, then it'll be all him”

and then you hear the subject of the conversation speak, “nah, we're a team, every time we win, it's all thanks ta you guys,” because you also mentioned you like modest, humble guys.

god forbid the days you're absent in class.

atsumu who's sulking all day, doesn't know what the fuck is going on in classes, he's half in and half not in every conversation, even his passes are sloppy and weak. to the point osamu and suna are concerned, well, in their own ways, “are ya constipated or something, yer missin’ your spikes and yer passes as clumsy,” osamu says off-handedly.

“i heard y/n didn't come today, i think her friends said she's sick.” suna chips in, and atsumu shrinks in his spot like a grumpy cat.

“i already know that, wouldn't have come today if i knew she wasn't comin’.”

“you'd miss practice then.”

“don't care, don't talk to me, don't wanna do anything, what's the point.”

“down fucking bad,” suna muses, and atsumu glares at him.

atsumu's day is ruined and his disappointment is immeasurable. why did you get sick? how could you get sick? now he's worried and half of himself and his passes are shit and god, he wants to see you. he feels like he could die.

then when you finally show up the next day after what felt like eternity to atsumu, you find on your desk a pile of snacks with a little note— banana milk, everyone knows it's your favourite, the bar of chocolate they only sell down the convenience store near the school, the glazed donuts that you're always eating in class, and a lot of bubblegums that only one person in class knows you like— atsumu's handwriting is rushed and barely comprehensive but you know it by heart because he doesn't know you saw him slip the note you found in your locker this morning, and countless other mornings—

“i hope you smile because of this”

atsumu as a secret admirer is... not so secret because he's still unaware that you see him every morning, and let him giggle to himself as he slips the notes and the strips of bubblegums in your locker— you don't even like that flavor.

but he gave them, so you think they might just be your favourite.

then again, maybe atsumu doesn't want to be a secret admirer.

atsumu has a crush on you and you know that— he's very obvious. but he's also very dense and doesn't realise that everyone besides him can see you like him too. he doesn't know the only reason you bring homemade lunch is because he had started to eat lunch in class with his friends. you stand in the hallways with your friends pretending to talk so that when atsumu's walking past you, his friends will practically yell his name and you'll see him blushing shyly. he still doesn't know you come to his every match, cheering for him and scream with joy at every one of his scores.

atsumu makes it obvious he has a crush on you but is stupidly dense that you reciprocate all the same :'))))

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@kyoghurts hi bbg

[taones]

tw - flirting, good girl x bad boy, school setting but they are vv much 18+, suggestive, swearing

“How’s my favourite girl today?”

Your best friend tensed up from her seat in front of you. She had chosen to hide out in the stuffy school library to avoid exactly this. She had never been a huge fan of him, but his recent attempts to catch your attention had been grating on her nerves. The boy seemed obsessed with you, following you into the cafeteria and hanging around in the shop you frequented on your way home. Nothing but bad news followed him, and she needed to keep him away from her friend. You were a good student, perfect attendance and good grades - the last thing you needed was someone like him bringing you down. 

“Fuck off, she doesn’t want to talk to you” she huffed at the man, “you’re not her type”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the back of your chair. Goosebumps travelled up your body. The musky scent of his aftershave permeated the air around you, settling in your lungs like a cloud. If you could bask in that scent forever you would. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, tie loosely hung around it. Thin fabric did little to hide the muscle definition of his chest, slight but still very visible to you. And you couldn’t help but peer through the gap. His tan skin contrasted the crumpled white shirt beautifully. You felt your mouth go dry. 

“Hmm, I’m not too sure about that one” his voice rang out.

“She seems very interested”

You jumped slightly as his face was far closer to you than you realised. If you were to turn your head slightly, your noses would be just touching. A warm flush flooding your body. You gnawed at your fingernail, peering up at the man next to you through your eyelashes. He dropped his eyelid down in a quick wink and set his sights back on your fuming friend. 

“Why won’t you just leave us alone? She’s trying to study”

He tutted.

Next thing you knew the pressure of a wide hand was resting on your shoulder - making you freeze on your seat. The feeling of his warm, calloused palm on your shoulder did nothing to cool your feverish body and you tried desperately not to gasp. In through your nose, out through your mouth, you tried to remind yourself. You couldn’t let him fluster you - then he would be winning. 

A warm chuckle sounded from above you. The palm on your shoulder travelled towards your face, lithe fingers gripping your chin gently. He curled his index finger and dragged the knuckle up the soft skin of your throat. It was like you were frozen in place but your body was squirming under your uniform. His actions left you breathless and you couldn’t help but feel he knew exactly what he was doing to you. If the way his eyes trailed up your legs, thighs clenched together under your skirt, was any indication. Soft lips stretched into a smirk. 

Leaning forward once again, his eyes met yours under a piercing gaze. He let out a teasing coo in your direction. 

“Oh I'm sorry pretty girl, did I scare you?”

- ATSUMU, tsukki, oikawa, SUNA, tanaka (hear me out), kuroo, gojo, KOJIRO, adam, bakugou, SHINSOU, dabi

[quirrrky]

—•✦ THE BOY IS MINE

OIKAWA, KUROO, BOKUTO showing you that he belongs to you and you to him

≡ NOTES ⋮ I'M BACCKKK! and I'm super excited, can;t wait to fangirl w/ y'all! I'm gonna cri 😭 I miss my boys sm T^T bokuto's made me giddy and kuroo's got me smiling like shit...don't get me started with oikawa!

OIKAWA

You were on the sidelines watching the man you adored so much being adored by so many other girls. No lies, some of them were prettier than you, you’d think. They could be a good match for your boyfriend.  

Still, you didn’t bother. Tooru always assured you of your worth and how perfect you were for him in every sense––the most beautiful in his eyes.  

Tooru delivered an impactful serve, and the crowd cheered including the other girls beside you. Even from afar, he sent you a smile with a matching flirty wink. The girls squealed with so much giddiness, probably thinking it was for them.

He cast another glance at you, which you returned primly.  

You were always his number one fan. You might not be on par with him when it came to Volleyball, but you didn’t mind being his cheerleader, his anchor and the source of his strength whenever he’d feel inadequate.  

You were secured and not moved by how many fangirls he had until now. The reporter pulled Tooru to the side together with a known female Volleyball player who’s around the same age as him.  

The two of them were the top players of their teams–the most competent. The reporter and everybody else simply admired seeing the both of them side by side.  

“Oh! They look so good together!” You heard those around you murmured.  

“Maybe they’re dating...” The others speculated. 

A bitter sting gnawed inside you. The image of Tooru happily playing Volleyball with a partner who could really challenge him head-to-head was making it difficult for you to breathe.  

You were lost in your thoughts when you suddenly felt a hand around your wrist, gently dragging you somewhere.  

T-Tooru?  

He brought you by his side and laced his arm firmly around you. 

“Practice and perseverance are totally the keys in winning but for me it’s not just that,” Tooru responded to the reporter. “We all need a lucky charm, I tell you.” He pulled you closer to him, shifting his gaze to lovingly study your face, saying, “And I got mine right here.”  

You blushed, feeling the heat crawling all over your face. The crowd squealed and hollered yet they didn’t matter in that moment.  

The reporter ended the interview with lighthearted teasing directed at you and Tooru, prompting the start of the last match.  

“How ‘bout a good luck kiss, huh?” He teased.  

“W-What’re y-” You weren’t even able to finish as he already placed a sweet peck on your lips. “Tooru!” You complained when he parted, and he replied by playfully sticking his tongue out.  

Your fingers travelled your lips. Perhaps, you’ve got nothing to worry about after all.  

KUROO

It’s a big day for you and your boyfriend. It would be the first time he’d be giving a welcome remarks to open his institution’s black-tie event. You were even proud to be the one who did his speech.  

As his extra special plus one, he never left your side with both of you just keeping things, hands to yourself, acting as a professional and sober couple. 

However, you were bothered to say the least. You always knew that you had a fine boyfriend. He looked straight out of a novel after all. Tall, handsome and with a good suit to complete the look.  

Tetsurou seemed like every billionaire bad boy in the books you’d encounter in bookstores’ new adult section. It’s no wonder that the girls in his company party all had their eyes on him like he’s a piece of hunky meat they’d jump on at any moment. 

Deep inside, you’d want to be swallowed by the universe below. You were never insecure about your looks, well, maybe sometimes you were like right now! Were you not even pretty enough for them to keep their attraction to themselves? Were you not playing the eye candy part so well?  

Do you even look good beside him? 

Black dress, pretty face and hypnotic smile all amplified by the sweet scent of honey—you’re Kuroo’s most prized possession, not that he treats you as an object. Well, yes, to put it simply you’re the object of his desires, adoration and affection.  

Wasn’t it obvious that you were with him? Yeah right, call him petty, but he couldn’t bear the eyes of these bastards on you.  

Hell, pretty was even an understatement when it came to you. As much as he wanted you to be revered for being the goddess that you are, he still couldn't accept all the gawking you’re receiving and him being disregarded like he wasn’t even there when he’s the boyfriend, the future husband and the forever person.  

He promised he’d behave himself and keep the PDA on low since today’s a formal event, but it looked like he won’t be keeping up with that anymore. 

Jolted, your shoulders rose as Tetsu slithered his arm around your waist. He tugged you closer to him so you were both attached to the hip. You just froze in surprise when he leaned, placed a kiss on your forearm and dropped another one on your shoulder.  

You felt the heat rushing to your face. Your eyes held his as they met. “What...what are you doing?” you whispered and he propped his chin on your shoulder.  

“Showing them who you belong to.” 

Internally, you’re partying. You’d be lying to say that you didn’t want that because you definitely want to show all these girls that Tetsu would only have his eyes on you. “Okay, just don’t overdo it.” 

A lopsided grin appeared on his face. “Not very sure about that.” 

BOKUTO

At last, your fiancé, superstar athlete Bokuto Koutaro, will be arriving home tonight. It has been several months since he’s been away to train and to participate in the Olympics. Now, he’ll be coming home after playing with his utmost best.  

You were standing, waiting for him in anticipation at the airport. This was the moment you’d been waiting for and your face immediately lit up after seeing him walk from the arrivals. His eyes were still sleepy with his pillow still latched around his neck.  

In anticipation, you took a step forward approaching him, but the reporters and his fans beat you to it. Now, he’s swarmed with the crowd taking pictures and asking him questions. Some of them were even bumping into you and all you could do was watch. You were just a mere ordinary citizen, lurking in the shadows of those who admire him.  

You clutch on your chest. You were truly happy for him. Genuinely happy for the recognition he’s receiving. He deserved every bit of it, but...How you’d wish to be closer to him. Be the home he goes back to where he could be just Koutarou, the loving and silly boy you came to love. You just missed him so much. 

A bitter smile appeared on your face, surrendering to your fate until his eyes met yours across the sea of people. He glowed radiantly, beaming at the sight of you. Without hesitation and despite everybody else around, he made a way for himself towards you. 

With so much excitement, you yelped as he hugged you tight and carried you that your legs hooked around him in reflex. Koutarou peppered kisses over your face cooing so lovely that he finally got to see and be with his most adorable Y/N. You giggled, getting a little ticklish with his kisses.  

“Babe, babe! Not here!” You protest in middle of chuckling. “There are people around.” 

Koutarou pouted. “But I miss you so much.” 

“Me too,” you said in a wide grin and he giggled like a school kid finally getting his favorite toy as present.  

He rubbed his nose against yours. “Let’s go home!” 

@pixelcafe-network

[jardanikos]

[kawoala]

⁝ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI 𝜗𝜚 long practices 𝜗𝜚

ᰔ wc ; 354

ᰔ content warning ; headcanon 、 established relationship 、 sleepy toshi 、 semi-professional volleyball player ushijima.

oh, nothing, just bf!ushijima who, as a semi-professional volleyball player, has extremely hard practices that go on for hours and hours. when he’s in the gym, time loses all meaning. hours pass and they feel like minutes; ushijima could stay on the court all night.

but he’s happy when it’s time to leave. happy because, now, he has you to come home to. you sitting on the couch reading a book, laying in your shared bed taking a nap, doing miscellaneous chores. he’s just happy to see you, really.

his favorite place to find you is the bedroom, though. you’re sitting with your back leaned against the wall, reading glasses perched on your nose, eyes scanning the page in front of you.

you look up at the creaking of the door and smile when your gaze lands on your loving boyfriend. you greet him quietly, putting your bookmark to use and setting your book to the side. your arms instinctively open, an invitation to come lay on you.

and of course he takes it. why wouldn’t he? being in your arms is the most comfortable place he’s ever been. his duffle drops to the floor and he makes it to the bed in two strides.

all 200 pounds of his six foot three frame flops down on you and, for a moment, you think you see your life flash before your eyes. his nestles his head into the crook of your neck, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“hello, toshi,” you greet, hand carding through his hair. he hums back at you and you see that his eyes are already shut. “long practice, hm?”

you very faintly feel him nod against you, so you sigh happily, continuing your ministrations in his hair. “tell me about your day,” he mumbles, barely audible.

you look down at him for a moment. “are you sure?” he nods again, so you tell him. you tell him how your presentation in your art history class went, you tell him how almost spilled coffee all over yourself, and by the time you get to what you had for lunch, his breathing has evened out and he’s dead asleep.

again, you smile softly. your hands never stop playing with his hair and you continue talking - because he once told you that he’s always listening, even when he’s asleep.

[tomasweetheart]

“Oh, you are nasty,” Iwaizumi almost seethes, his eyes following the condensation on the plastic bottle while it drips down the side, “grape flavored water?!”

His words catch you off guard, lowering the bottle with a confused look on your face before your eyebrows furrow together more, “Yes, Hajime, grape flavored water,” you respond with an eye roll, “is there a problem with me hydrating myself after our run?”

“You know there’s perfectly good, normal water in the fridge too, right?” he scoffs, he’s still in disbelief. And it’s not because you’re drinking flavored water, more so because of the flavor of water you chose.

Oh. Now you get it.

“I’m aware of that yes,” you hum, a shit eating grin beginning to form on your face, “but I’m also aware that there’s a whole pack of flavored waters that will be left untouched if I do not drink them, because you can’t help a good deal at the grocery store.”

“I would drink them if they were any other flavor!” he protested quickly with a slight pout of his own.

“Oh, you are such a liar,” you rebuttal quickly, “name one flavor you enjoy, because I can name about six right now that you don’t.” 

“I like…” he thinks for a moment, sucking on his teeth while he roams his brain for an answer, “...I, uh…blue raspberry."

You two have had this argument over and over again. Ever since you were teenagers, Iwaizumi has had a certain distaste for actual fruit flavored things. You’d think an athlete would actually prefer the artificial flavors that at least taste like healthy food, but no.

“Not a water flavor,” you hum cockily, crossing your arms over your chest, “and blue raspberry is nastier than grape by a mile.”

“You are a sick, twisted individual,” he scoffs, waving his finger at you in playful disappointment, “I am ashamed of myself for letting you get into my pants, let alone my heart for the rest of our lives.”

“Oh hush,” you hum amusedly, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck to pull his body flush against yours, “you said for better or for worse.”

“Mm, I also said in sickness and in health,” he responds with his own hum, his arms wrapping around your waist on instinct, “and you are definitely sick in the head for liking flavored water.”

His nose brushes against your own softly for a moment before he connects your lips with his in a tender kiss. A soft groan leaves his throat, unable to stop himself from running his hands along your sides as he deepens the kiss. Before he pulls away with an absolutely disgusted look on his face.

“What…?” you ask innocently through bated breath, with a soft giggle and smile.

“...You taste like grape.”

[narumi-gens]

just learned that nicotine constricts blood vessels, which can cause erectile dysfunction and now I can’t stop thinking about using that fact to finally convince ukai to stop smoking.

for all of your pleas about his health, the dangers of secondhand smoke, and how you want to spend a long life with him, nothing has ever stuck. he’s tried multiple times to quit, knowing how much you hate his smoking and knowing how bad it is for his health, but has never been able to give up the habit.

until one day you send him an article titled, The Connection Between Smoking and Impotence, and provide no further context. the flurry of messages he quickly starts to send in response go unanswered.

but when you get home from work, the apartment is a mess. all of the drawers in the kitchen are open. there’s a pile of jackets on the couch that have been pulled out of the closet. there are noticeably empty spots on the coffee table and kitchen table where two ashtrays used to be.

and the man himself looks just as frazzled. he has a trash bag in one hand and is digging through the bedside table with the other. his hair is a mess from where he’s clearly been running a hand through it all day. you can see a nicotine patch on one arm and how he’s angrily chewing on a piece of nicotine gum.

“keishin?” you ask, trying to keep the relief from your voice and the smile off of your face.

he glances up at you but quickly goes back to his search, coming up successful when he pulls a pack of cigarettes out of the drawer and shoves it into the trash bag that he’s holding.

“gotta quit smoking if I wanna keep my dick hard for you,” he grumbles but offers nothing else.

maybe you should be upset that it’s only when his cock is threatened that he shows this much urgency about quitting smoking, but if this is what it takes to make sure that the two of you get to spend a long and happy life together then you’ll gladly take it.

[imsofthelp]

There's not enough Kuroken x reader content out there so i'm writing more. Today, I offer you a small drabble

cw: kiiind of threesome, kenma is pussy-whipped and kind of obsessed, a little rough, a little angsty at the end lol

"You have more fangirl pussy than you know how to deal with and yet the only one you want is my girlfriend's." Kuroo cackles, his cat-like golden eyes watching everything unfold from the armchair he's parched up on.

"Shut up." Kenma mutters, his hips smacking harder into yours, as if that could help relieve the frustration he felt towards Kuroo. "Nobody else feels as good as she does. Could fucking die and heaven wouldn't be as good as her, ah- nasty cunt."

You whine at the insult and Kenma only grins, not feeling guilty at all.

You're splayed out underneath Kenma's body, hands clutching at the expensive silk sheets of his bed, head held down, face all but smushed into the pillow by Kenma's hand laid on top of it. Your lips are opened in a soft 'o', moans and drool slipping out easily. Kenma can't find himself minding.

"A bit sacrilegious, no?" Kuroo cackles again, the hyena-like sound bouncing off of the walls. Kenma offers him a bored, unimpressed gaze.

"Good- feel good, ah! Too much, too-" you babble, your dictionary reduced to only a few select words.

You're doing your best to meet his harsh, erratic thrusts, to clench around him, but all coherent thoughts have left your head soon after the second orgasm from his tongue.

"Too much? Awh, is it too much for my fragile baby?" Kenma scoffs, tugging at your hair, arching your back even more harshly, "Well, too bad. You'll just have to lay there all pretty and take it."

The only sounds in the bedroom of Kenma's penthouse are your boyfriend's snickering and the wet squelching of your pussy, the clear liquid spilling out, running down your thighs, staining the neatly trimmed hair above Kenma's pretty, long cock currently battering your insides.

Kenma's hand leaves your hair to tap against your flushed cheek twice.

"C'mon, you're not even talking anymore. Does it even feel good?"

Your bleary eyes struggle to stay open as you meet his half-lidded gaze. Your lips part open to answer, to confirm that it feels extemely good, to snark that the fact that you orgasmed 5 times already is enough proof, but Kenma delivers a perticularly well-timed thrust, angling his narrow hips to smack the tip of his cock against your g-spot and you're left to whine and moan his name dumbly.

Kuroo finally rises from his seat, striding towards the bed, sitting by your side, his large hand coming to caress your face as Kenma lets out a scoff.

"Don't be so mean to the poor thing. Like you'd have energy to talk after cumming 5 times." Kuroo leans down, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, but you know better than to believe that he actually feels bad for you. He coos, the smug bastard, "Baby's just tired, huh?"

"Don't give a- fuck." Kenma snarls, breaking every word with a thrust, making your belly tighten up, another high already approaching, the hints of overstimulation stabbing at your insides, "Find another use for her- ngh- mouth, if she can't even fucking talk."

Kenma tries so hard to stay nonchalant and collected and cool, but the way your pussy is spasming around his dick is making his breath catch in his lungs. He loves his best friend, but there's nothing he wishes for more than for you to leave him, to be his. He could fuck you everyday instead of once a month when Kuroo felt generous enough, he'd pay for everything you ever wished for, he wouldn't be lazy when it came to your pleasure, he'd fuck you and fuck you until you couldn't think of anything but him and-

His attention is pulled out of his spiralling thoughts as he hears your moans become muffled, blinking away the haze, watching how Kuroo's cock slips in and out of your mouth, how it bulges against your cute cheek, how your gaze catches his best friend's eyes so lovingly.

Kenma feels like he'll be sick, like his heart is going into overdrive. You never hold the same adoration for him. Instead, his lithe fingers slide underneath your perfect body, drowning out your soft gags as he rubs circles against your stiffened clit. He can't offer you everything he wants to, so he'll settle for pleasure.

[zumicho]

oikawa is back in japan for the first time since renouncing his citizenship. the very moment the plane wheels graze the concrete runway, he feels the difference.

he feels the difference over a warm bowl of chinese noodles, when iwaizumi catches him up on athletic trainer life, complaining about salary and overtime, cracking jokes about how tooru would never relate, “he's got it good.”

his volleyball career skyrocketed, after all.

he feels it bumping into hanamaki at the convenience store, when buying melatonin gummies to help with the timezone adjustment. his former teammate feigns starstruck, theatrically gushing and pleading for his autograph. makki shows him a picture of his girlfriend; teases him about a bet made in high school. oikawa remembers the fight he had with you, about not having enough time. about choosing volleyball. about priorities.

he feels the change when he kicks off his shoes haphazardly in his parents' house, dreading the absence of a nagging mother, who would tell him to set them aside where they actually belong. he reaches for the light switch, the muscle memory of home still ever present - it doesn't take him long to find.

in that dimly lit sanctuary of his childhood, he learned something new.

at twenty seven, oikawa tooru learned that maybe change isn't bad. not always. not if it meant strawberry cheesecake. not if it meant happy birthday, idiot! piped neatly in vanilla frosting across the top. not if it meant watching you fight sleep (losing), as you wield a kitchen lighter in your left hand, candles in your right. you waited.

not if it meant he could see that look on your face, when you wake up on the bed, with your back to his chest, his chin hooked over your shoulder, absolutely livid over the fact that he surprised you, when it was supposed to be the other way around.

not if it meant that though everyone will change eventually, he can sign a truce with difference for now, because being able to recognise difference is the evidence that something is worth missing. and until the day he has to miss you instead of have you, he'll cherish every moment. even if it one day becomes a memory.

tooru knows now,

that to be loved is not (just) to be known.

TO BE LOVED IS TO BE REMEMBERED.

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a/n : happy belated birthday loverboy! late night quickwrite that might get deleted in the morning. I’m not sure if I hate this or if I can tolerate it, we’ll see what happens to it lol. NOT PROOFREAD

[liillyliilly]

tape me up, please? sugawara koushi x reader content; taping suga up- aka pure fluff 970 words

It was like any other day as Kiyoko’s friend really, dropping off your bag in the library for book club and then going to check on her- making sure your plans to hang out at your house after her volleyball stuff and your meeting as vice president of the Karasuno Literary Society.

So you bounded over to the gym, swinging your arms happily from side to side with a hum. When you peeked your head in, Kiyoko grabbed you by the hand and pulled you into the gym entirely. Harsh, and unusual, but you accepted the nudge and entered into the sweaty palace of the volleyball idiots.

“I need you to do something really quick for me, gotta run and grab my notebook from my locker, just stand here and wait for Yachi to take over.” Kiyoko is holding her hands out as if to prevent you from running away, soothing you and emphasizing how soon she’d return.

You just nodded.

Once Kiyoko had evacuated, you waved at your contemporary Japanese literature teacher, Sensei Takeda. Takeda smiled, holding up a book that you had recommended to him, and you throw him a thumbs up in return. You two were always exchanging books, and he always made sure to give you books that actually challenged you- instead of giving you the regular course books, you were getting literature he had read during University. With appropriate assignments and preparation for your third year final exams of course.

The watch on the wall started to taunt you, and you thought you could probably just leave. But Yachi still hadn’t appeared. Someone else had appeared instead.

“Tape me up, please?”

Sugawara Koushi, with his bare chest and hands holding rolls of pink and blue athletic tape.

You could feel the heat settle within your ears, burning like when the sun got particularly bad during the summer heatwaves.

“You should probably wait until Kiyoko or Yachi gets here,” You bit down on your lip seeing him bring his tongue out to swipe at his bottom lip slightly, “Or better yet, have someone on the team help you!”

Your feigned enthusiasm for a different solution to his problem caused him to roll his eyes.

“Everyone else is busy, see? Asahi and Noya are busy stretching. The first years are still changing, and the rest of the team is finishing a quick running drill outside. Just tape me. I’ll guide you, so you do it just how I like it.”

He shoved the rolls of tape into your hands and you swallowed thickly, feeling the dense stretchy tape in your hands.

“Are you sure this is how you like it?” You try to catch his eye, but he’s still lifting the back of his hair up with his hand and tilting his head down- trying to avoid getting hair in the strips of hot pink tape you were attaching from near his nape to across the back of his shoulder blade.

“Yes. Definitely.”

You get another strip of blue tape this time, following his instructions. This would curve around his rotator cuff, from the top of his shoulder to his mid-bicep. One piece for the front section and one piece for the back section, creating a sort of oval around his shoulder.

The lack of Kiyoko and Yachi was still an anomaly to you, in the next ten minutes, you would definitely have to leave to get back to your own club instead of acting as some sort of interim manager for Karasuno’s pretty boy Sugawara.

“Okay, can you get my lower back too?”

“Hmm?!” The sound you make is muffled, but not unheard by Sugawara- who’s fumbling over his words trying to avoid embarrassment.

“Just like from my mid-torso to my hip to like, the, uh, start of my volleyball shorts.” He traces his hand where he can reach, trying to illustrate where he wants the tape. His hand ends up right at the back of his shorts, at the small of his back.

His ears are red, his cheeks are pink, and his neck is the same salmon color as the tape you had applied.

“How many slices of tape do I need?”

Soon, Sugawara’s all taped up, and you think his skin is more plastic bandage than actual human flesh at this point.

“All good now?” You ask, standing up from how you’d kneeled off to the side of him to get the tape around his torso.

“Really good, like 100% better than anyone else could’ve done.” He reaches out and touches the side of your arm, squishing you a little.

“Thanks. I really should be heading out now,” You jut a thumb in the direction of the entrance and Sugawara nods furiously.

Later in the day, after practice, when Sugawara is handing two drinks from the vending machine to Yachi and Kiyoko, Kageyama asks Daichi a question.

“Sugawara never wears that much tape for a practice match, and he never has problems with his hips, why does he have support there?” Kageyama downs the rest of his water bottle. 

Daichi wipes sweat off his forehead as he shakes his head with some astonishment.

“Suga just wanted a certain someone’s hands all over him.”

Hinata pops into the conversation, “Ah! Takeda-sensei’s student yeah? The really nice third year who tried to help us with our reading Kageyama.”

Kageyama nods in understanding. “So, he pretended to need to get overly taped so he could have them touch him?”

Daichi pats Kageyama on the back, “Bingo.”

[omi-boshi]

"What are you doing?" Kiyoomi asks from his place on the bed, wary.

His arms part as he makes space for you to wiggle your way onto his chest. He breathes a laugh at your antics, watches as you take his face between the palm of your hands. The grin that tugs on your lips is a little lopsided, a little cheeky.

The bright red of your lips catches the light and it is the last thing he sees before you begin your assault.

Kiss. On his lips.

Kiss. Right cheek.

Kiss. Left cheek.

Kiss. Tip of his nose.

Kiss. The moles on his forehead.

By the tenth kiss, he is roaring in laughter. The kind of laugh that you've only ever heard when he's with you. It's loud, it shakes his entire being, jostling your body that lies on top of his if not for the arms he has wrapped around you to keep you in place.

It's a little ugly, a little silly the way he snorts in between laughs, but it is offset by the unbridled joy so clear to your ears. The kisses you leave by the corner of his eyes are distorted by the way they're crinkled in laughter. From there, his grin is a permanent fixture as you continue to fill every gap on his face and neck with kisses.

As the tint on your lips slowly fades, his laughter does too, mellowing down into a dopey little smile, eyes bright. You pull back to admire your handiwork, your smile just as dazed.

One arm unravels from your waist to cradle one of your hands still cupping his cheeks. He nuzzles into the touch, eyes tracing over your features, gaze so warm you feel it on your skin. It moves you to lean in once more, to kiss him on the lips.

Longer this time.

And Kiyoomi is more than eager to reciprocate. It's heavier, wetter. More breaths, gasps, and the occasional bites. There is an attempt at deepening the kiss further; Kiyoomi's tongue tracing the seam of your lips. But the giddiness that thrums through him pulls his grin wider. Every time your teeth clash, it makes you laugh into his mouth. It is truly in vain that you try to kiss properly.

When you finally pull away, it is to Kiyoomi mirroring you and cupping your cheeks with both hands.

"What was that for?" He is breathless as he asks. The look on his face no less lovestruck than it was before. The tint on his lips was the most smeared compared to all other kiss marks on his face. It makes you giggle, amused.

"I just wanted to kiss you, is all." You kiss the palm of his left hand to emphasize. "And I wanted to try out the lipstick I bought today." You nod towards the tube sitting innocently on your nightstand.

Kiyoomi shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

He hugs you to his chest, rolling you onto your back, placing himself on top of you. He reaches for the tube of lipstick, smile growing mischievous.

"Guess it's time to return the favor."

[vividly-vermillion]

I know I'm submitting this embarrassingly fast but I have no dignity, if you feel like it how about suna + thigh riding? hehe thank you! <3

I'm afraid we all have no dignity here but who am I to judge? /lh

It's my first time writing for him so I hope I didn't disappoint 🥹♥���

-> Kink ask game

cw: fem!reader x suna rintaro, thigh riding, mentions of sex & fingering, reader getting called "good girl" once

"You want to do what?" The corners of Suna's lips curled into the smallest grin.

“Rin… don't make me repeat myself please,” you almost whine when he gives you that look. Oh how he loves to hear you get desperate for him.

His expression doesn't waver when he simply pats his lap, a silent invitation to accommodate your dirty little wish.

“Go on then,” he muses calmly while his hands tug you closer by your waist. This was what you wanted after all, wasn't it?

You wanted to hesitate, act as if you weren't dying to hump his leg like a bitch in heat but your composure fell fast. With shaky legs you straddled one of Suna’s strong thighs, your hands resting on his shoulders as your eyes were searching for his. You were sure that he would be grinning, amused by how desperate you were acting, but his eyes were half lidded, a pleasant smile on his lips while his hands held your hips in place.

“That's my good girl,” he hums softly when your hips start dragging against his leg, his muscles flexing beneath you to give you more friction.

Despite the layers of clothing separating your needy cunt from him, it was enough to scratch that itch, soft moans escaping your lips at how Suna helped you to roll your hips just at the right pace, enough pressure to feel good but leave you wanting for more at the same time. His eyes never left yours, pupils dilating when you moaned his name so cutely, pawing at his shirt as the knot inside your stomach tightened with each drag of your hips.

“Gonna make a mess from humping my thigh?” He asked, almost amused but one hand slipped from your waist to bring your face closer to his.

He could feel your hips stutter, your pussy clenching around nothing, missing the absence of his fingers or his cock buried deep inside of you but the way he kissed you - so full of hunger - left you breathless. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost rendering you completely useless to the point where your hips locked up. Suna gently bounced his thigh while his hand on your hips did its best to keep you moving against his thigh.

This simple action was all it took to help you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave and your head rested in the crook of his neck as his name fell from your lips like a sinful prayer.

Suna ran his hand that was previously resting on your hip over your back, small shivers ran down your spine at the gentle movement. He was always like this, caring after he reduced you to a moaning mess. Perhaps you should have told him how much you liked his thighs much sooner…

[sirhamburrger]

CELESTIAL - seijoh 4 x reader, separate

~ how you see them in the sky. ~ wc: 540 || tags/cw: none, fluffy || div creds to @plutism ~ part 2: terrestrial(bokuakakuroken) || part 3 (tbc)

TOORU OIKAWA is a comet in deep space. ephemeral, almost, in the way that he does things, jumping from task to task, partner to partner. it makes him seem flighty to everyone else, which might be the reason why he can never seem to stay in a relationship for long. but what everyone doesn’t know is that he is like a comet in the way he loves you. a bright burning in both of your hearts, not always there, but never truly gone. quiet moments spent with him are precious in and of themselves - because, just like halley’s comet does to earth, he will come back to you at the end of the day, without fail.

HAJIME IWAIZUMI is the afternoon sun. he looks like the sun, at least - tanned skin from years of training under the hot sun. first it was the blazing heat of summer sendai, then the scorch of sunny california. although he is always there, he is not always steady - everyone has their bad days, don’t they? sometimes he blazes hotter than usual, a little too much, and sometimes his dazzling brilliance is clouded over by the everyday things that weigh him down. but you take his face in your hands, kiss him tenderly, clear his mind. you remind him that he is still him, even if it doesn’t always feel like it. in turn, he reminds you that no matter where in the world you are, you are still living under the same sun. wherever you are, whenever you are - he will always watch over you, care for you.

TAKAHIRO HANAMAKI is a bright star on a summer night. he is clear as day; never minces his words, never tells white lies, never holds back. everything he does he does with all his heart and soul, including loving you. he keeps a polaroid of you in his brown leather wallet, buys you flowers every friday evening, peppers you with kisses whenever he feels like it. sometimes you think he might not just be a singular star because there are so many different sides to him you get to see. you love all of them dearly, just as he loves all of you dearly. gazing into his eyes is like getting lost in foreign galaxies, and if loving takahiro is like gazing into an infinitely complex constellation, you are simply his diligent astronomer.

ISSEI MATSUKAWA is the moon. quiet, calm, serene. his love is quiet, a subtle glow that illuminates everything he comes into contact with. from afar he seems detached - or even cold, at times - but that’s not it, not at all. you are his angel, his muse, his life; he orbits you because you are at the centre of all he exists for. he grew up believing stories that the moon whispers declarations of love to earth, and he is much like these stories. in the way his lips find your ear on nights you cry yourself to sleep, murmuring sweet nothings as he holds you close. issei might not be the most appreciated when among his friends, just as the moon does not produce its own light but reflects the sun’s. but to you, he’s still the brightest thing in the night sky.

haikyuu masterlist || general masterlist © sirhamburrger

[afyrian]

early morning wake up w/ kuroo | wc: 300 m.list

    your comforter scrunches up where you're laying, your hands crossed on your stomach. the brown sheets wrapped into a ball, resting beneath your head, hair tangling within it. your gaze can't help but face the morning sky. the way the clouds intersect with the blue hue of the atmosphere, it's too eye catching to look away. even when you feel the bed move, kuroo adjusting himself on your bed.

  "good morning," he hums, socked foot tapping against yours, his hair strewn into a mess atop his head.

  narrowing your eyes, you purse your lips. "good morning, 'suro.. i hope this isn't my monday class wake up call," you finally look back at him, his head resting against your pillows.

  the soft light of the sun peeking behind the clouds bounce off of his eyes. you've always known how emphatically beautiful he is, the way his smile glistens every time his lips part. kuroo brings his hand up to yours and holds onto it tightly. "it doesn't have to be today, if you'd rather stay here with me," he sits up, looking down at your slowly rising smile.

  "are you, kuroo tetsuro, asking me to skip my courses for the day?" you turn onto your side and rest your head in your hand.

  kuroo shakes his head. but he can't help but smile at your accusation. "i'm just saying, i would be more than happy to spend the day with you instead of nucleic acid. but it's up to you if you want to go to class," he shrugs his shoulders, your face feeling warm as you look back to the window, unable to look into his eyes any longer. 

  "you really do know the way to a woman's heart, 'suro," you confess, rolling your eyes at the sky.

  "no, just yours."

gen. taglist (open): @eggyrocks @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia @bakery-anon

@nekozaki

[kawoala]

⁝ KOZUME KENMA 𝜗𝜚 2:34 am 𝜗𝜚

ᰔ word count ; 293

ᰔ content warning ; implied insomnia 、 twitch streamer! kenma 、 drabble 、 kiyoko is pregnant for some reason? 、 time-stamp.

2:34 am.

“you don’t get enough sleep.”

the light from his computer is filling the room, illuminating his face and everything around him. he turns around to look at you, a tired look in his eyes. theres a moment of silence as he stares at you before he gives you a small, crooked smile, forcing you to replace the serious look you had tried so hard to keep with a smile of your own.

“kenma,” you scowl playfully, walking over to him quietly. your feet pad against the hardwood floor, each step sending a shiver up your spine. “we went to bed together so we could wake up together.”

he presses his lips together and nods once. “i know,” he whispers, voice raspy - tired. you get closer to him and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “couldn’t sleep. i had an idea for a stream and then-“

“then your brain was up and running?” you finish for him, laughing lightly. you look down at him and cup his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks together. “i understand that, i do, but you need to get sleep. we have a big day tomorrow.”

“we do?” he quirks an eyebrow, tilting his head as best as he can with you holding him. when your brows furrow, he chuckles. “i’m kidding. baby shower for kiyoko, i know.”

“can you believe it? people our age are having *babies* now. i feel so…” you trail off, sighing. “old.”

“we’re twenty-three, y/n.”

you roll your eyes at him. “i know that!” you exclaim. “i’m just saying… hey! you’re supposed to be coming back to bed with me, you know.”

he smiles again. “okay, y/n. let’s go to bed.”

[tomasweetheart]

SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI. OVERSTIM, DRY CUMMING, PRAISE ("good boy", "honey", "sweet thing") M!RECEIVING.

Oh, he looks so pretty like this.

All spread out, just for you, like the absolute present he is. His sweaty back pressed against your chest, his legs spread wide exposing his flush, begging cock that you've had your pretty little hand wrapped around for hours now.

It's not that he's being edged, he can cum as much as he wants. That's the problem.

His body is fucking hot, a burning temperature he could only experience when pressed against your flesh.

"Baby...baby please, can't take no more..." he's slurring, but the next thing that leaves his mouth is an unholy moan that only encourages you further.

"C'mon sweet thing," you coo against the shell of his ear, your hand squeezing the base of his cock, "you can give me one more, right? Be a good boy and give me one more."

He whines again, a broken gasp escaping his puffy lips when your hand begins to move again. Up and down his shaft at an agonizing pace, your thumb slipping over his pre-cum covered slit.

His hips jerk forward, he's practically thrashing in your arms, begging for more. But he knows you won't give it to him, you haven't for the past hour.

The sheets beneath him are wet and your hand is covered with old cum, but yet you're still not satisfied. You need him to be absolutely fucked dumb.

You decide to give him some grace, you aren't heartless after all. Your hand's pace picks up, now moving rapidly up and down, up and down. If it's not one extreme, it's the other.

He's thrashing, begging, screaming in your arms. Fat tears rolling down his cheeks, his muscle-clad stomach becoming concave, his legs tense as he gets to the edge, he's so fucking close.

With a final flick of your wrist and a snap of his hips, his eyes roll back.

But he doesn't cum.

His eyes widen when he hears you click your tongue from behind him, your hand wrapping around his flacid cock again.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm afraid that doesn't count," you pout with a tone full of fake sweetness, smirking against his shoulderblade, "try again."

MAKOTO. TACHIBANA, rin matsuoka, kageyama, atsumu, kenma, kojiro, usahara, uramichi + your favs !