#hq boy x y/n

[katescorner]

attending the grammys with rockstar!semi. you're his plus one. he's nominated for two categories, but the grammys are for sure rigged, so he's not expecting much. still, the two of you are set on making the most out of your time at the award show. it takes exactly twelve minutes for your faces and names to be plastered across every social media site. there's pictures of the papz catching you two making out in the backseat of the car as you arrive to the red carpet. then there are clips of different interviews circling the web, all of semi shamelessly flirting with you despite already being together as if he were trying to win you over again. and finally, after his comepletely unexpected win, he manages to mention your name seventeen times in the short two minutes of his acceptance speech.

[cr4yolaas]

BOYFRIEND TEXTS — KAGEYAMA TOBIO

𐙚 a series of texts between u and ur lovely boyfriend <3

𐙚 post-timeskip. gender neutral reader. fully sfw. maybe ooc kags? we’ll never know ����

[kokokoula]

prompt: you're in the early stages of a relationship with tsukishima kei, and a secret one at that. one day, you decide to take a peek during his practice to know more about the sport he claims he "doesn't obsess over". however, just before you leave, he sees you, and immediately knows you had been watching him. after his practice, he texts you to tease you about it, until you take away his "kissing privileges" as a joke. he doesn't reply you, but he does shows up at your window. of course, you let him in. "what are you-- mmph!" he cuts you off with a breathtaking kiss. "you kissed me back, which means your statement is invalid." he attempts to leave after that, but you pull him back for another kiss. "it has been and will always be invalid, kei." he melts and hides his face in the crook of your neck as his arms wrap around your waist.

pt 2

[angelsleepinggurl]

𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙮?

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. You find yourself at a party, unwillingingly but as the night goes on you end up in bed with the guy who pisses you off the most, tooru oikawa.

wc . around 3,962

tags . oikawatooru. oikawax reader. fratboyoikawa! x reader. oikawatooruxreader smut. fratboyxnerd. fratboyxnerd smut. all characters are above 18 years old. cunniligus. drunkeness, makingout, spanking,praise, pet names.

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There you are, in November-like weather. In shorts and a low-cut tank top, you repeatedly bang on your neighbour's door for them to open up. The crisp air is nipping at your cheeks and the sky is a deep, dark blue, almost black, with just a hint of the day’s last light lingering on the horizon.

To your surprise, the person wanted to speak to was right there. He leans against the door with arms reaching above him flexing his bicep. Shaking your head you look him in the eyes.

"Hey doll, you here for the party?" He asks, the amusement evident in his smirk and voice as he shows off his perfect pearly whites in a cocky smile. Tooru Oikawa, the school’s idol. Not only is he the king of the court, but he’s king of the school and apparently the world. He’s also the guy you grind your gears, his stupid smirk, stupid voice and his lack of sense really drive you up the wall. Seeing him literally ruins your day. The brunette doesn't even try to hide the fact that his eyes are roaming all over your body staying on some parts longer than other.

"Hey." You snap your fingers, narrowing his attention back to you. "I'm not here to join, I'm here to tell you to turn the fuckin music down." You’ve been trying to study for your finals. Keyword: trying.

"Oh, you like the music? Yo Trey!" He shouts turning back. His shirt relatively covers him, but his figure still shows through it. His broad-toned back, with muscles that are flexed with his veins hand on the door. "Trey turn up the music man!" He shouts back and once he's done he turns around to you.

"Did that  fix your problem darling?" He asks smugly, watching you bubble up with irritation.

"Fuck you jerk." You respond storming back home, you simply don’t have time for him. There isn’t any point in trying to change those who simply didn’t want it.

"Come back later the party's lit princess." He shouts at you, though you don't reply back instead you just ignore him. "Look at that ass." He says to himself before swinging himself back inside.

You turn the key in the lock, and as the door swings open, a wave of warmth envelops you, immediately soothing your chilled skin. The contrast between the frigid outdoors and the cosy interior is striking. You step inside and close the door behind you, shutting out the biting cold and the darkness of the November evening. The soft glow of lamps fills the room, casting a warm, inviting light that makes everything seem more welcoming. Kicking off your slides, you feel the softness of the rug underfoot.

You finally get back to your room, prepared to tackle another hour of “Chemistry.” Not your best subject, but those outstanding grades don’t make themselves. Yet, before you can put your earphones in, a ping from your phone flashes across your screen. Usually, you would’ve ignored it but the consecutive pinging told you that this was your best friend, Amber.

Please, please, please come to the party.

You know the one next door to you.

I saw Theo cheat on me.

A loud sigh escapes your lips.

Fuck.

Quite ironically, minutes later you're at his doorstep again, this time not in shorts and a top, seeing a very amused Oikawa standing at the door, a stupid smirk on his face.

"Came back so soon? Don't worry it wouldn't be a party without you.” he teases, watching you intently as you shove past him.

“I’m not here for you.” you scoff, slipping through the crowd of people. The bass from the music vibrates through your chest, mingling with the sound of countless conversations and bursts of laughter. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, spilt beer, and a hint of something smoky. The hallway is crowded, bodies pressing against you as people weave in and out of rooms.

“Amber?” you shout as you knock on the bathroom door, to no avail. You make your way to the kitchen where Oikawa and his buddies are chugging down drinks like there’s no tomorrow. The table is covered with droplets and puddles of vodka and beer. Bottles and red solo cups cover every surface, and someone is mixing drinks with exaggerated flair. You flee the room and rush upstairs trying to find your friend. With every door you can open, there are either people passed out, on their phones or creating conversation. The next door you open reveals your friend sitting on the floor, near the end of a bed crying her eyes out and your heart breaks.

“Amber.” you coo, rushing towards her and cradling her in your arms, feeling her body shudder as he breaks down. Your shirt is slowly starting to get wet from her tears, but you don’t mind, you’ll stay as long as you need for her. Stroking her hair, the two of you sit in silence her muffled sobs filling it up. Once her breathing has calmed down, she lifts her hair to look up at you with her sorrowful, sorrowful eyes. “Wanna tell me what happened?” you ask her, wiping away her mascara tears for her.

“He-He.” she hiccups and takes a minute to steady herself, “He was in another room talking to some other blonde girl.” This causes you to raise your eyebrow, the whole situation does, he doesn’t seem like the type of guy to cheat on Amber, he was whipped for her. Well, goes to show how rotten men’s hearts are. Never trust a man. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You haven't done anything to deserve that and the fact that he had the nerve to talk to another girl at a public place, goes to show how dumb he is. There’s nothing in his head, and you are so much better than him, you’re better off without him.”

Amber nods slowly, looking you in the eyes as she processes all you’ve told her. Amber is too precious for her feelings to be toyed with like this. Your best friend speaks up amidst the silence, “ They were talking about some surprise too. Oh God.” and now she’s wailing and weeping in your arms again, she’s utterly devasted and it’s all his fault. You shush and coo Amber as the both of you rock on the floor for a couple of minutes, calming down.

Then in the heat of it all the bastard himself dares to show his face, acting all confused and concerned. “Amber there you are. “ he exclaims rushing to her side.

“Hold it,” you say sternly. “First of all, you have the balls to show yourself after you humiliated my best friend, Second of all, I hope you know you’re not the shit you make yourself out to be, Thirdly-” The boy rudely interrupts you claiming that it isn’t like that at all and you’ve got it all wrong. “I don’t wanna hear your excuses.” you spit at him. Amber moves from beside you and the both of you stop your heated argument to look at her. Her hair shields her face as she looks downwards.

“I wanna hear what he has to say.” she says quietly, slowly lifting her head.

“I don’t know what you heard but I am NOT cheating on you, baby I swear.” He pleads, falling to his knees. Dramatic much.

“Then what surprise were you gonna show that blond girl, huh?”

“What?”

“Don’t act dumb, you came here to fuck her.”

“No you’re not listening to me.” the boy sighs in defeat and continues in a lowered voice, “The surprise is for you. I was asking that girl to her cheerleading friends to set up banners for you at school on Monday?”

“But why would I need stupid banners?”

The boy takes a minute and takes a deep breath, “Because I wanna give you a promise ring.” This statement shocks the both of you and you suddenly feel like you shouldn't be here anymore. You look back at Amber who’s eyes are reignited with their usual sparkle. Int he silence, she bits her cheek before turning to you, “Could you give us a minute?” You give her an ‘Are you sure?’ look and she nods smiling at you. You leave the room and shut the door behind you, being welcomed by the obnoxious loudness of the partygoers.

Sighing you make your way downstairs, your feet leading the way to the kitchen. A drink or two wouldn't hurt. You say to yourself.

You said that 4 drinks ago. Feeling satisfied, you pour a final fifth cup and walk out to the back of the house, needing a minute away from the noise. It’s nice, the dark sky and stars above you, the cool wind occasionally sweeping past you. Leaning against the wall, you tilt your head back and close your eyes. You’ll head home in a couple of minutes again. Though your peace is disturbed when an annoying voice speaks up saying “Guess who?” and poking your side.

“Ugh it’s you.” you lean up off the wall and face away from the setter, not in the mood to deal with his antics.

“Bad girl,” he says teasingly, noticing the red cup in your hand. “I didn’t know you had this side of you.”

“I didn’t know you could be so annoying.” you snap back, giving him a glare.

“Ouch, princess.”, rolling your eyes again you tip your head back as you finish the last few drops of the alcoholic beverages, and Oikawa’s eyes are glued on you. Watching as some of it dribbles down your chin. He’s never even imagined this side of you. But then again, they always say the quiet ones are the crazy ones. It almost makes him wonder what else you-

“Are you gonna keep staring at me or what? Finding a hard time generating a demeaning comment to fire at me?” You ask staring straight ahead of you, and it catches him off guard.

“Can I not admire a pretty girl?” he says smoothly, it comes naturally to him. Your check immediately turns red but your face remains neutral.

“Can it, idiot. “

“No seriously, you’re hot. Such a shame that you keep your nose stuck in those damn books.”

“Those ‘damn books’ are gonna help me have a good future, unlike these bullshit parties you throw.” Once the comment leaves your mouth, instantly regret it, feeling the bite it must have on him. The boy throws his head down and starts walking in a mini circle. “Sorry,” you mutter shrinking into yourself in shame.

“Don’t worry bout it. Not the first time I’ve heard it.” He stops walking and looks up at the sky too, ashamed to look up you resort to looking off into the distance. “How many of those have you had?” he asks, taking the plastic cup from your hand and crushing it in his, swiftly changing the subject.

“Five.”

“FIVE! And you’re not drunk?” he asks surprised.

“Tipsy. Built-in heavyweight,” you tell him, explaining your high tolerance for it and he makes a face of understanding. He lifts his arm and throws the plastic cup into the distance. One thing you’ve never understood about Oikawa is how he was always so cool and collected. His confidence just seemed effortless and you wondered what he did to have the whole school down at his knees.

“Are you gonna keep staring at me or do you have no snarky comment to aim at me?” the brunette asks, smirking playfully. He’s got you there. The wind blows and your hair gets picked up in it, moving gently as you look down at the grass beneath you. “Is there anything I don’t know about you miss?” the brunette asks. It’s almost like something in you switches, and all of a sudden it’s becoming apparent to you how good-looking the guy is. Allegedly of course. Incredulously tall, athletic and handsome. Your can’t seem to keep your eyes off his arms, soaking it all up as if seeing a man for the first time. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well,” he starts off, walking back towards you, “you seem pretty comfortable with the alcohol is there anything else to this side of you I should know about.” his voice is completely seductive, simply words that he’s saying they just seem to be calling out to you.

“I’m not telling you more than you need to know.” with the way respond it's evident that this isn’t your first time. You're smirking back at him too, your nerves feel electric and it’s making you giddy. You're biting your lip and everything but you can’t control it. He’s just right here. The boy returns to his natural position, on the wall next to you. “I’m still not very fond of you, Oikawa.”

“I know, doll.” he replies.

Then what is it about his stupid face that you want to kiss so much? What is it about his stupid hair that you want to run your finger through? What is it about his stupid stupid body, that you can’t seem to get enough of, that you want your hands to roam all over? No, this isn’t why you’re here. You’ve got to go home and be responsible and accountable for your future. You don’t have time for this or him.

“Fuck it.” you mutter under your breath, and in one swift movement, your hand is on the side of his face, guiding it towards yours and you press your lips against his. You don't know what seems to be controlling you, but whatever it is, you’re not complaining anymore. The kiss is reciprocated instantly by him as he turns to keep you back on the wall standing in front of you. His hands are on the sides of your face, cupping them gently as he savours the way your lips feel between his, the way you’re leaning into him. Your hands land around his neck as the both of you make out under the night sky. It doesn't;t take long before the kiss escalates in intensity. Mouths open wider, the kiss gets sloppier and hands drop lower as the heat inside you rises. His hand rubs the small of your back slowly and he deepens the kiss and your hands are ever so slowly sliding down his stomach. The both of you play the battle of the tongue, wrestling to fight for dominance. The kiss is almost erotic, the two fo you may as well take each other right then and then. His other hand slips on your waist, gripping it comfortably and you groan as the kiss gets sloppier.

Due to lack of oxygen, the both of you separate, taking in deep breaths. If it wasn’t for stupid air, you wouldn't have to stop, you would still be sucking his stupid face off. His lips are left more reddish than usual and you can’t get enough of the look. He’s about to start all over again, but you stop him, “I’m gonna get a drink.” you say breathlessly, it almost sounds like something you didn’t even want to do. It was painful pulling away from him. The second you enter the house you run into the kitchen in desperate search of some alcohol. You’ve never chugged anything down so fast, still feeling electric from the kiss, your mind just can't stop replaying it. Once you manage to calm yourself down you head back out into the heat of the party. Hot bodies pressing against you and drunk shouts and screams fill your ears, but they don’t make their way to you. No. Your mind has blocked all of it out, now your brain is full of him. You’re frantically searching for him in the crowd, but to no avail, he’s nowhere to be seen. That is until you look up and see him standing next to a door, looking down right at you. From what you can read, he raises his eyebrows at you and tilts his head towards the door.

You’re slipping through the crowd with absolute ease as if you’re being pulled by a string to him. You don’t know what’s so addictive about him and his beauty today, even as he stands there, door open, he looks absolutely enticing. You enter the room and the door shuts behind you, before you can register what’s happening the tall brunette stands in front of you, trapping you between him and the door. A smirk tugs on your lips as you reach up to him, pull his shirt down and dive in for another kiss. The way the both of you it’s almost as if you’ll never see each other again. “God you’re sexy.” Oikawa groans between breaths. His hands slip down to your ass, groping it passionately, before signalling for you to jump. Your legs effortlessly wrap around his waist as he walks backwards to the bed, turning to lay you on your back. Your hands slip from around his neck down to his shirt as you impatiently tug at it. Without having to be told, he swiftly pulls it off with one arm, resuming to attack your neck now. You groan once his lips touch you again, feeling an ache when they leave. His large hand crawls up your top gently roaming your stomach before you guide his hands further up. He slithers his hands back out and slides your top off from above your arms.

His lips are now gently peppering kisses on your mounds of flesh, his hands gently squeezing and groping them. You attempt to wiggle your sweats off, leaving you in only your panties and bra. You help him by quickly slipping your bra off too, releasing your breasts and your hardened nipples. The boy gingerly takes one to the mouth, passionately sucking, his other hand lightly brushing over your clit through your panties. The boy makes it a mission to give each tit equal attention. Your moans are filling up his ear and driving him crazy, sounding different from the monotone speaking voice you always talk to him with. He can’t get enough. Occasionally he presses with his fingers tips and sucks generously, but now you’re starting to find it hard to lay still, the overload in pleasure is too much. “Tooru.” you whine out but the boy is too absorbed in his work. The boy decided it isn’t fair for you to cum this way, so he hooks his fingers around your panties and pulls them down, sliding them off your leg and into your pocket.

“Hey wait-” you start, getting ready to confront him about his thriving, but you’re interrupted as his mouth latches to your soaked cunt, eager to lap up your juices. The feeling of his tongue swirling around the hardened bud makes your back arch. “Mhm fuck Tooru.” the way you purr out his name, makes his tongue work faster, licking ardently. Your fingers land in his fluffy brown locks, tangling them together from pure ecstasy. The feeling driving you wild, you’re whimpering and mewling from his touch. You’re rolling your hips against his face once a finger gets added into the mix. “Don’t stop-fuck-Don’t stop.” you plead breathlessly, your eyes screwed shut from bliss. Your fingers grip his hair tighter though he doesn’t seem to mind, eager to have you release all over your face. “’M close, so close.” you cry out, toes curling once his nose nudges up against your lips, the extra sensation pushing you over the edge. The cum spills out of you in an instant, coating his handsome face in your fluids.

You release your grip from his hair as you come down from our high, your toes uncurling. Oikawa is fast to clear up your cum, and even faster to pull his pants and boxers off. In all honesty, you weren’t expecting Oikawa to be big like that. You were just expecting average to slightly average but that simply wasn’t the case. The brunette gives himself a couple of pumps before telling you to “turn a round. Face down ass up.”

You’re lying in anticipation and soon you feel him press against your entrance, teasingly sliding it along your folds. You whine in frustration, wiggling your hips. “Just put it in already.”

“Patience princess.” he coos, grabbing a hold of your hip before fully sinking in. Your walls seem to stretch to fit around him and once he bottoms out, his tip brushing against your cervix the both of you sigh. It doesn’t take long for him to start moving, slowly at first, rocking his hips at a pace that would make you comfortable, but that’s long forgotten once he gets used to the feeling of your gummy walls clamping down on his. “Fuuckk you’re tight.” he groans, using your hips as a guide. With every thrust, your ass jiggles and the guy can’t keep his eyes off how mesmerising it looks. The sound of skin slapping fills the room and fuels him even more, it’s addicting. You’re chanting his name like your life depends on it, gripping the sheets beneath you. “Atta girl.” he groans, thrusting in you harder. You’re head is reeling and soon you’re seeing stars, tears run down your face as you try to squirm away from the incessant bullying on your drenched cunt. “Try running away from me dollface?” he asks only pulling you closer. A harsh smack on your ass and you yelp. “Answer me.”

“Noo - mhm- hah.” your moans are high pitched and you squeal once the brunette places his spare hand on your clit, rubbing rapidly. The sensations are too much and you’re crying out his name, your toes are curly and you’re vision is going blurry. “Hah-Mghf - Gonna come Tooru.”

“You wanna come?”

“Fuck yes!” you scream out, feeling your high building up.

“You’re gonna come all over my dick and be nasty?” he asks, momentarily taking his hands off your now bruised hip to smack your ass again, addicted to the recoil. all you can do is moan in response as he ruts into you. The both of you are a mess, groaning and whimpering until you finally peak. Tooru’s continuous pounding makes you sensitive, it makes you cry out as your climax is prolonged. The boy chases his high and th both of you are panting, feeling delirious.

Eventually, he pulls out of you, his dick covered in your cum from tip to base, and you’re dripping with the mixture of both of you. You whine when he pulls out of you, feeling empty all of a sudden.

Tooru moves your hair out of your face and behind your ears with in one swift motion, his finger grazing your wet cheek and your legs quiver. The guy gets the both of you cleaned up the best he can before laying up in the bed, between the soft sheets. Soon after he joins you and the birth of you are resting, enjoying each other’s presence. Your head in his chest, his hands in your hair.

In an instant, the door flies open and standing there is a relieved Amber, walking further into the room. The both of you freeze, unsure of what to do, though the both of you realise that MAber hasn’t processed the sight in front of her. “There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Hi Oikawa. Why are you still sat down we need to go?” she asks raising her eyebrow. Oikawa begins grinning waiting for their realisation to dawn on her, and once it does her eyes go like saucers.

“WHAAAAAAAT?!”

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this took me soooooooo long to write and I'm super hungry. Does anyone know how to write any faster?

[katsu2ji]

imagine telling sugawara all about your special interest and him just sitting there and genuinely listening to you. he loves the way your face lights up as you talk about the thing you love so much to the point that it’s sometimes all you can think about. he’d ask questions to keep you going and make the conversation feel less one sided, to show you that he truly cares. he doesn’t mind that you’re rambling, barely aware of how long you’ve been talking or whether or not he even knows what you’re talking about—the fact that you trust him enough to talk about your special interest with him, to share this part of you, is more than enough. he doesn’t care how “weird” or niche it is, he’s just happy to be there learning from you. if you feel guilty afterwards for info dumping and being “too much,” he wouldn’t hesitate to remind you that you are anything but. all he wants is for you to be happy, and seeing you this excited makes him the happiest man alive.

katsu2ji © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything of the sort with my work! i work very hard and you simply do not have my permission.

[he4rted]

POSTER BOY

you, a music major who has a boring ass life, goes to a corner store for some snacks to binge your favorite series. while searching you bump into someone, he was looking at his probably a list of stuff to grab, once he looked up at you, you saw his face. he’s so fucking pretty. you quickly apologized for bumping into him before grabbing what you need from the shelf next to you and going to checkout. you needed to tell someone about this poster boy

genre: romance, x reader, college

warnings: reader plays the acoustic guitar & occasionally writes songs, smau, computer science major!kenma,

a/n: most chapters are named after songs. “seasons”/parts (big words) are named after actual albums

status: hiatus (started up again when tread carefully is done)

taglist: open @4rmins @classicalelephant @bookworm-center @embrr0-0 @3lectraheart @getvaccinated

yn playlist | kenma playlist | main playlist

featuring

musical losers | future college dropouts

ALBUM 1. POSTER BOY

TRACK 1. POSTER BOY. ✎

TRACK 2. ALWAYS. ✎

TRACK 3. PERCOLATOR.

TRACK 4. LOVE.

TRACK 5. JUICE.

TRACK 6. LEMON MERINGUE PIE.

TRACK 7. STUFFED CATS.

TRACK 8. JUNO.

TRACK 9. HOW SWEET.

TRACK 10. BLUE HOUR.

ALBUM 2. TO LOVE IN THE 21st CENTURY

TBD!

EXTRA!

yn moodboard | yn style board

kenma moodboard | kenma style board

[shouyuus]

send me one + a character and i'll write you a drabble

─── 翔陽 INFAMMABLE BRIDGES

shouyou; 1,600 words; sfw, fluff; childhood friends to lovers; 5 times shou remembers + 1 time that you do

he has never been the forgetting kind -- not as a child, when, after the first time you told him you thought daisies were prettier than roses (who likes roses anyway? not you, eughck), he'd shown up at your door with dirty nails and a fistful of road-side daisies. his missing-toothed smile had been wide as a yawning horizon, bright as the first strip of lemon-yellow sunlight on a summer's day.

he's never been the forgetting kind, not as an middle school student -- even though his grades have always been nothing short of abominable, he's never forgotten that you prefer .7 lead over .5 because it's better for doodling in the edges of your notebooks.

"c'mon shou, you gotta focus if you wanna get into a good high school!" you tap your pencil against his mad scribble of illegible notes even as he whines, peering up at you with those honey-warm eyes.

"but its sooooo haaaard," he drops his face to the table, turning to pillow his cheek to the pages of the notebook, uncaring of the fact that when he picks his face back up, it'll be lead-stained. you fight back an exasperated grin, reaching out to wipe at the dark smear.

he pauses for a second at the familiar warmth of your touch. you drop your eyes back to your workbook page, resuming your work. you don't see him reach up to brush his own fingers along the place where your fingertips had touched.

later that night, with the pair of you sprawled out on your couch, flipping through channels till he settles on the sports channel, showing reruns of the local high school volleyball championships, shouyou turns to you with bright eyes and asks --

"hey! if i win the olympics gold medal for volleyball one day, will you marry me?"

you blink owlishly at him, momentarily distracted by the over-eager announcer as they exclaim over another apparently spectacular spike made by a guy named the little giant.

you shrug, "sure -- if you ever get olympics gold."

he's never been the forgetting kind, not as high school student, a even though you're cities apart now -- he shows up at your culture festival, sweaty and out of breath. you blink at him from behind the takoyaki stand, the smell of slightly burnt dough singeing your nostrils.

"s-shou! what're you --"

"s-sorry i'm l-late! h-had to bi-bike across the mountains --" he pants, propping his palms on his knees, careless of the alarmed looks of the other students still queueing up for their takoyakis, "but i d-didn't wanna miss your takoyaki stand!"

you stare, slack-jawed, wracking your brain for when you'd told him (but of course you had; you tell him everything, don't you?).

someone nudges you and you jerk out of your reverie, hurriedly flipping the takoyakis in your pan, grimacing slightly at the burnt backs. you give the queueing customers an apologetic smile as you scoop them out and drizzle them in sauce.

shouyou waits the entire 45 minutes it takes to get to the front of the line, grinning as he hands over a crumpled bill and asks for two servings. you cock your head, but he reaches over to flick at your sweat-beaded forehead.

"one's for you, duh!"

he's never been the forgetting kind, even though you know he spends all his time practicing, and it's hard, being 3rd years, what with uni apps to worry about and careers to consider.

he shows up at your door at 11:54pm, his hair tousled, his cheeks kissed pink by the cold. his breath frosts the air between you as he shoots you a bright grin and holds out a bouquet of flowers (your eyes linger on the tiny white daisies scattered throughout the bouquet like so many handfuls of lost stars).

"congrats on getting into u tokyo!" he pushes the flowers into your hands, glancing up at the darkened sky just as the first flakes of snow start to fall. you purse your lips, staring down at the flowers, a soft laugh creeping up your throat as you take half a step back to let him in.

"thanks, shou -- but you didn't need to buy me flowers, or anything -- and i know you're training for nationals --"

he shakes his head, stepping into the genkan and patting at the snow in his hair. you giggle, reaching up to dust at his shoulders, wondering vaguely when he'd gotten tall enough for you to have to reach up --

"course i did! not every day your b-best friend gets into the best university in all of japan!" he laughs, but when you join in with a soft giggle, he quiets, looking at you with those dark, steady eyes. you don't ask him why he'd stuttered over the word best friend -- it's what you are (though something inside you clunks)... because that's what you'd always been.

he's never been the forgetting kind, not as an adult, halfway across the world, two oceans keeping the pair of you apart. your phone rings early on a wednesday morning, and you scrub at your eyes, frowning as you swipe up to answer.

"shou? what's wrong? why're you up so late --?"

"happy birthday," he says, his voice still gravely from sleep.

warmth pools in the depths of your belly as you slump back onto your own bed, throwing an arm over your eyes to shield you from the first rays of unforgiving sunlight streaming through your window. you don't try to fight the grin that spreads across your lips as you whisper a soft --

"thanks."

a beat of silence crackles across the line.

shouyou clears his throat; it's a marvel, really, how much a few years a couple thousand miles can change the sound of a person's voice -- roughen it up around the edges, deepen it till it unspools something tucked inside you, or perhaps, it had always been his to undo -- and you'd just been waiting for him to reach out and do it.

"isn't it like... 1am in germany? don't you have a game tomorrow?"

"yep, but... still wanted to be the first one to wish you happy birthday." you can almost hear the light-bending gravity of his smile, all cheek and teeth and half-moon eyes.

you sigh, nodding, before you remember he can't see.

"well, you are -- you always are."

he hums, barely stifling a yawn. you crinkle your nose.

"go to bed, shou. i'll call you before your game tomorrow."

"okay," he says, and you hear the faint sounds of sheets shuffling as he settles back into his blankets. you roll onto your side and stare at the array of small trinkets he's brought back for you over the years -- a volleyball keychain, a tiny crow plush, a christ the redeemer statue from rio, an eiffel tower snow-globe from paris.

"i love you." he says. and there's no hesitation, no buildup, just a simple statement of fact. you sink deeper into your pillow, your cheeks awash with heat.

"yeah... i know," you whisper, pulling your blankets up over your head like you used to when the pair of you were still young enough to build blanket forts in his living room, giggling over stolen cookies and a flashlight clutched between chocolate-sticky fingers.

"good," he says, with a contented sigh.

"sleep, shou," you say. and he hums again, laughing. the sound rocks through you, soft and sweet as a rising tide, coming home to shore.

"yeah, gnight."

you've never been the forgetting kind, not when it's the most important day of his whole life (though he might argue, later on, the pair of you tangled in the sheets of his hotel room, his arm banded over your stomach as he nuzzles his face into your cheek, that the most important day of his life was when he first met you) --

"shou!"

he knows its you even before he turns to see you, the sound of your voice carried above the roaring of the crowd as he wipes at his face with the already soaked bottom of his jersey.

he turns just in time to catch you as you bowl into him, careless of the massive bouquet of flowers clutched in your arms, now squashed between you as he hoists you up with a joyous laugh.

he kisses you in front of the entire crowd, and you let him. of course you do.

later, when an interviewer asks you what it's like to have an olympic gold medalist as your boyfriend, you cut her off to say --

"fiancé."

she blinks, cocking her head, looking bewildered, even as shouyou jerks back, staring down at you, mouth agape.

the interviewer looks between the pair of you before asking, "sorry, did i hear that right? the pair of you are engaged?"

you shoot her a toothy grin, "yep!" before turning to grin up at an utterly shell-shocked shouyou with, "i promised i'd marry you if you ever won an olympic gold, remember?"

at this, shouyou's whole body softens, slackening as he tips into a fit of full-bellied laughter, pulling you into him for another sweet kiss, one that has the interviewer glancing away for just a second.

"yeah... yeah i do... god, i can't believe you remember that!"

you roll your eyes, giving him a playful shove, "i can't believe you forgot."

he shakes his head, "i didn't. i never did. i just..." he trails off, smiling helplessly down at you.

you lean up to give him another little peck on the lips.

"well, no going back on it now, shou."

shouyou nods, turning back to the interviewer with a bright smile, "nope, wasn't ever planning on it."

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[aenais]

Hunger | Kuroo Tetsuro

chapter 3 - series masterlist

Pairing: businessman!Kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: you’re colleagues and you’re screwin’. Kuroo lets you know just how much he's wanted you all day.

Word count: ~3.6k

Tags/Warnings: Explicit smut under the cut. Rough sex, teasing, overstimulation, blowjob, eating cookie, brat taming.

Kuroo had you pressed up against the wall of your living room, gripping your naked hips as he rutted against your core. You locked your arms around him, burying your face into the warmth of his neck—twisting one hand into his unruly locks as he thrusted up into you. He pressed his forehead against yours and his hot, heavy breath puffed across your face. 

“C’mere,” he panted. Wrapping you up in his arms, he began carrying you toward the couch. 

“Here? Wait, Kuroo—wait!” He tossed you onto it like a ragdoll. Before you could say anything else, he was kissing you again—licking into your mouth like he’d been starving for the taste of you. He pushed you deeper into the couch cushions, his broad frame hovering over you, caging you in with his arms. “Fuck,” you muttered, between each press of his lips, “fuck, Kuroo—slow down.”

“I can’t.” The words were a breathy growl against your mouth, and then, he yanked himself away, ripping his gaze into you. “I can’t, Y/N—I can’t wait any longer.” You stared up at him, breathing hard in the aftermath of that feverish kiss. You brought a hand up to cup his face and his eyes shuttered closed at the contact—he grasped your hand in his own, pressing his cheek into your palm. 

God, he wanted it bad. Brows knitted, skin flushed the prettiest red, he looked ravenous for any morsel of your touch. The broad, muscled expanse of him shifted above you, made you feel like some delicate thing at his mercy—it reminded you that he could take whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Kuroo never held back with you; he used your body in the most delicious ways, he fucked you with the ragged ferocity that you so desperately craved. And right now, you could tell that his body, too, was craving that ferocity—screaming for it. You almost felt bad for teasing him so much this morning. 

“Tell me you want it,” Kuroo breathed, pupils dark and voice broken with need. “Tell me you need it as bad as I do.” 

“I need it,” you said, and you could hear the desperation in your own voice. “But…not here—”

“Fine,” he said tightly, scooping you up into his arms again. You yelped as he hoisted you in the air, locking your arms around him as he made toward the bedroom, finally. “Then I’m gonna take my time with you, darlin’,” he whispered in your ear. The dark timbre of the words had you keening, digging your fingernails into the fabric of his shirt. “Gonna fuck that pretty cunt all night, yeah?” 

Jesus, you loved it when he talked filthy—when he grabbed you like this and threw you on the bed like you were his damn plaything. The sheets were cool and fresh against your naked skin, and they served to remind you how vulnerable you were right now: bare-skinned before him while he was fully-clothed, gazing down at you like you were a fucking meal. He climbed onto the bed and leaned over you, teeth glinting in a smirk as he loosened his tie with one finger. You watched the movement raptly, goosebumps exploding across your skin. 

“S’matter, baby?” he smiled, crawling his way toward you. “Am I talking too dirty for you?” 

Fuck, that arrogance. Kuroo slipped into that condescending tone so naturally, playing up this dominant, cocksure persona. You knew him better than that though. He didn’t want you to make it this easy for him.  

You lunged, grabbing him by his tie and whipping it loose. Chucking it behind you, you locked your legs around him and heaved—flipping him onto his back. He let you do it. 

“Do you ever stop talking?” you said through gritted teeth, popping the buttons of his shirt open one by one. He looked up at you through  hooded eyes, hands resting politely at his sides while you worked, his face twisted in an insolent, shit-eating grin. 

“Will you ever stop pretending you don’t like it?” he replied. You tore the final button open. He exhaled deeply when you splayed your palms across his bare chest, responding to it by gripping your hips in his own hands. 

“Get over yourself,” you said drily, and you felt his fingers dig deeper into your skin at that—the only indication that, despite all the pretense, he loved this back-and-forth just as much as you. It was the way it’d always been with you and Kuroo: you thrived on each others’ passion and intensity, both on the job and here, between the sheets. Kuroo liked it when you played rough. He liked fighting you for dominance and earning the right to make you submit, and by God, you liked letting him have his way with you. You palmed him through his trousers—he hissed, clutching your forearm in one, big hand—and you couldn’t help but contemplate the sheer difference in power between you. Broad-shouldered and sculpted, Kuroo was massive; he could flip you over right now, and use your body in whatever brutal way he pleased. 

You wanted him to. Fuck, you wanted him to lose control and pound you into this bed. “Big talk,” you muttered, wanting—needing—to goad him on, “for the guy who’s under me right now.” 

He tried playing it off with a wry laugh but you caught the way his eyes glimmered sharply. “Oh, sweetheart,” he drawled, and that condescending tone had you fluttering in anticipation, pawing at the button and zipper of his pants. “You know I could do whatever I wanted,” he purred, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “right?” 

“Do it, then,” you taunted, but you knew it fell flat. You could barely look at him right now, turning your full attention to undoing his pants instead. 

He noticed that. “What’s wrong? Where’d all that attitude go?” he whispered. You retaliated by yanking his trousers down—exposing the stiff tent in his skin-tight boxers, the little wet patch at its tip. You palmed it, punching a grunt out of him.

“Ngh—tell me,” he groaned, catching your jaw in one hand and jerking your gaze to his. You shivered at the sight of those murky, lust-blown eyes; the ruffled hair; the bitten-red lips. Kuroo grazed his thumb across your own lips. And, delicately inching them apart, he pushed the finger into your mouth—pressed down until you couldn’t move to shape words. Your resolve buckled, and you keened wordlessly against his firm grip. 

“What, cat got your tongue?” he whispered. You wanted to give in right now—whine like a bitch, beg him to drop the act and just fuck you raw and ragged—but, Christ, this felt so good. He was so eager beneath you, letting you edge his desire on a razor’s blade. It was intoxicating. 

Never once breaking eye contact, you fondled that thick, warm bulge in his boxers. He groaned, bucking into your hand and gripping your jaw like a vice—his thumbnail dug into your tongue, hard enough to draw blood. You mewled in pain—loving it, wanting him to do it again, deeper—

“Take ‘em off,” Kuroo muttered, and suddenly he was pulling his thumb out of your mouth and sliding the trousers off his legs. C’mon, he beckoned, urging you to pull the underwear off next. You were reeling. You were losing your mind. Brainlessly, you hooked a finger into his waistband, tugging it over his length, over the heavy swell of his balls. “Fuuuuck,” he breathed, and you watched as his stiff, fat length slapped against his abdomen, smearing a bead of pre-cum on it. 

Holy fucking shit. It was all way too much. You didn’t know whether you wanted to hear him moan like that again or for him to take control and hurt you some more. Maybe both right now. Right now, you settled for tugging the boxers off him, scooting back on your heels, and placing his leaking tip against your tongue. 

“Fuck—Y/N!” he cried. He jolted, almost pulling away from you, but you held firm on his hips, keeping him close. “Y/N—wait don’t—shit, I’m gonna—”

You fisted his shaft in your hand, gripping tight, and he yelped. “Shut up,” you mumbled, and you knew your eyes were big and glassy and desperate as you gazed up at him. “I wanna make you feel good. Please.” 

He loosed a hard, shuddering breath. Those sturdy shoulders rose and fell, quivering slightly. Then, he finally nodded at you, a silent go on. 

You licked flat against the underside of his cock, and Kuroo threw his head back and groaned. Laving up the shaft, you hummed against his skin at the taste of him—that familiar, musky taste that choked your senses while the rich scent of him filled your head. He smelled like cherries popping on your tongue. Tart. And subtly, seductively sweet. 

His hands fisted in your hair as you took him completely in your mouth, tightening their grip on you each time you bobbed your head. It stung deliciously, and you lost yourself in the rhythm: gliding sloppy, wet strokes up and down his length. Fuck, he was so thick—girthy enough to make your jaw ache the longer you worked at him. You didn’t care though. You never wanted to stop, not while he was talking so gorgeously dirty. “That’s it, baby,” he whined, “Shit, you’re so good. Just like that, stay on it—keep that pretty fuckin’ mouth on me.” You whimpered at the sound of that sinful praise, feeling your cunt clench around nothing, aching to be filled. Every drag of your pert nipples against the sheets was torture—you felt the slick gather between your legs, smear against your inner thighs. 

“C’mere. Look at me,” Kuroo gasped, using the hands tangled in your hair to drag you up. “You’re beautiful, baby—fuck—lemme look at that face.” Mewling, you let him pull his cock out of your mouth, tap it on your chin. His gaze was a black ocean, rushing over you in a dark, crashing wave. 

“Lemme…” you mumbled, unable to form any other words. You pressed his flushed tip against your lips, rubbing your own spit across them. 

“I wanna see you, pretty girl—” and you moaned embarrassingly, needing his veiny, velvety length back in your mouth, but Kuroo continued, “—shh. Hey. Please.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, knowing you were a wrecked sight: spit-stained chin, cheeks feverishly red. He drank it in, combing your hair out of your face with more gentleness than you honestly needed. You wanted him to yank at those strands, use them to jerk you around in whatever way made him feel good—you wanted to feel pain rushing over you like scalding water—but, God. You saw it: the softness in his eyes. The adoration with which he dragged his fingertips through your hair, down your neck, then your spine, around your hip.

He tugged you on top of him, and now you could feel that stiff, twitching heat against your folds. You gasped brokenly, eyes fluttering shut. 

“You feel that, right?” he murmured. “Feel what you do to me?”

“Kuroo—”

He tutted softly. “No. C’mon. Not Kuroo.” 

Your eyelids pierced open. He notched his cock against your cunt and your blood ignited to a boil.  

“Call me by my name,” he breathed.

Oh, but. You knew Kuroo. 

After all these years, you saw his tendencies and desires so vividly. You knew he was here, naked in this bed with you, because he didn’t know many other ways to relieve the stress. Fucking was release—instant, satisfying release. But you also knew that, like you, Kuroo lived his life by delaying gratification. Call it dedication, or work ethic. The fact was: he simply couldn’t enjoy anything he hadn’t fought for. Like you, he was addicted to the thrill.

That was why you knew exactly what he needed from you right now. You didn’t call him by his name. Instead, you slowly, silently grasped his twitching length in your hand, nudged it past the tight ring of muscle at your core, and grinned. 

“Make me,” you whispered. 

A shiver ripped through him. Hands latched at your waist. He picked you up like a feather, and slammed you down on his cock. 

“Ah—!” The sound was high and desperate and entirely ignored by him as he thrust his length into you over and over at a devastating pace. You grappled for purchase—

And then he was flipping you over on your back, hooking your knees over his shoulders and sliding his dick in again, not sparing a moment before fucking it in and out of you. “Kur—” you gasped. 

“Shut up.” It was a tight snarl, punctuated by a stab against your deepest spot—and the combination of those two things had you screaming into the side of his neck. It hurt so. Good. He was massive, stretching your tender walls around him; it burned, and you loved it. 

“You love it, don’t you?” he asked, and distantly you wondered when exactly it became so easy for you to read each other’s minds. “Fuck—take it, then. Take my fuckin’ cock, just like that.”

“P-please—” Your voice was barely a gasp. 

“Please, what? Hmm?” A threat gleamed in the words, and your brain screamed danger while your body screamed yes, God, please yes. Kuroo finished the sentence with a brutal thrust into you, prodding at your cervix and ripping a pained howl from your lips. “C’mon sweetheart. Isn’t this what you wanted? Smart little thing like you, playing dumb? Tsk.” 

He grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to him—letting you drink in his menacing gaze while inching his length slowly, slowly out of your folds. You whimpered when he finally left you empty, feeling the tip bump against your clit for a delicious millisecond before he sat back on his heels. Smushing your entire face in the grip of his palm, he stared you down in clench-jawed silence.

You met it with glassy eyes. “Don’t stop,” you breathed. “Please.” 

He smirked—the motion barely a flash of teeth. “Begging already?” he murmured. 

“Please!”

“Say it then, if you’re so desperate.” Kuroo settled onto his hands and knees, dragging a slow finger down your sternum. “C’mon, baby, we both know you don’t have what it takes to fight me right now. Give in.”

And despite everything—your burning skin, the aching emptiness inside you—you stared back at him defiantly. You shook your head tightly, refusing to lose. Kuroo laughed darkly, expecting it. He took the hand that was hovering against your chest and slid it down, down…

You jolted, gripping his shoulder firmly. Knowing what he intended to do. 

Kuroo slipped easily out of your grasp, down the sheets, and positioned his face inches away from your glistening cunt. He flicked his gaze up to you, smiling wide. 

“Kuroo—”

“Shush,” he whispered. You seized, writhing under him and feeling his fingers tighten around your thighs in response. You resisted—but he pushed them apart anyway. “I don’t wanna hear your voice unless it’s screaming my name, yeah?” A weak, meager whimper tumbled out of you.    

“You gonna play nice?” he asked, raising his brows.

“Wait, Kuroo—”

“Figured,” he said, and dove his tongue into your folds. 

Your vision went white. You were grasping at his shoulders, his neck, fisting your hands into his hair and—holy shit. He laved at your clit, sucking softly and listening to the way it made you moan. Then he slid his tongue into you and watched you scream.

“Fuck, baby—!” You thrashed under him, twisting your hands into his locks and tugging—feeling him hum against you in protest. Mumbling an apology, you dragged your fingernails across his scalp, through the crusted leftover of gel product clumped into it. His hair was a mess now, back to its natural form. “T-too…much, babe—please—”

“You’re okay,” he purred, drawing away from you and taking two of his fingers into his mouth. Never breaking eye contact, he slid them out with a pop, and flicked at your clit with his thumb before inching them into you. You clawed at his forearm, digging your fingernails into his skin. “C’mon babe, what’s it gonna take?” he said, grinning dangerously and pumping the digits out of you at a wicked speed. You arched into the motion, throwing your head back into the sheets and feeling tears prick at your eyes. 

“Attagirl,” he muttered. “So eager for me.” He drew tight circles on your clit with his thumb, watching the way it made you twitch, reaching his other hand to grab at your breasts and bully you a little more. You screwed your eyes shut, feeling the tears slip out, slide down your temples and into your hair. “God, are you crying?” he muttered, and his hand stuttered a bit. 

“Don’t…stop,” you groaned. 

“Shit,” he whispered. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of you. 

“Ngh!” you screamed, shoving against his shoulder in anger, “Why did you—!”

But then you felt him slide his cock into you again. 

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed, “I can’t take it anymore…I—”

The name left your mouth before you knew what you were saying. 

“Tetsu!” you whined, locking your arms around him and feeling the tension break like a dam. You buried your face into the side of his neck, whimpering, “God, fuck me, Tetsuro, fuck me please!”

A carnal sound ripped from Kuroo’s throat as he gazed down at you, trying to look into your eyes—but yours were watery and desperate, blank of any thoughts that weren’t cock, Tetsuro’s cock. “Oh, Y/N.” He crashed his lips into yours—hard enough that your teeth clicked—and his hips bucked up involuntarily. You were brainless, needing him to keep going, to finally fuck you after all this teasing, all this waiting—

He did. 

Kuroo began pounding his length into you, bullying it in and out of your gummy walls, throwing his head back and growling at how hard you were clenching around him. “Yeah, baby—just like that, fuck! You’re—clamping down on me so fuckin’ hard, sweet fuckin’ girl.”

“Don’t stop, Tetsu, ‘m gonna—”

“Yeah?” he gasped, “You close, baby? Oh, God—”

He wrapped his arms around you, settling onto his bottom and pulling you into his lap—never slowing the relentless rhythm of his length thrusting into you. Looping those strong biceps around you, he bounced you up and down, in time with each of his strokes. You locked your arms around him, clawing lines down the sculpted planes of his back—marks you’d drink in with admiration later. The pressure was building in your lower abdomen, tightening into a sharp, pulsating knot. You were so close, almost there—

“C’mon, baby, cum for me,” he muttered. 

“You…first,” you managed to grit out. Because you needed that first, needed to feel his hot seed bursting into you—needed to make him feel good, “C’mon, Tetsu—please—!” 

“Ah—!” he cried, and God, you felt it. Ropes of it, shooting up into you—and Kuroo wasn’t slowing down. He rocked against you, pumping himself into you, bringing a hand to your clit, desperately trying to make you feel just as high as he did right then. He drew slick, frantic circles against it, whining praise into your ear: “C’mon, pretty girl, that’s it—cum for me—”

It was so much. Way too much. You dug your fingernails into his flesh, feeling the knot in your core explode. You came with a garbled cry of his name, and he keened in response, fucking you through it. 

You bucked against him slowly, riding it out and muttering, “Tetsuro, Tetsuro…” into his skin over and over again. You could feel his length twitch with every involuntary clench of your walls. Cum dribbled down his shaft, pooling sticky and warm in the space between you both. 

Finally, you looked at him. 

Heaving shoulders. Flushed skin. Mingling breath. His eyes were screwed shut and his forehead pressed against yours. And you…you couldn’t stop shaking. You wove trembling fingers into his hair, combing through it. You traced a thumb against his soft, feverish cheek. 

When Kuroo opened his eyes, you thought you might drown in their liquid gold. They swirled with emotion—feelings you couldn’t name but felt regardless, as if they were your own. 

“You’re beautiful,” you breathed. You watched his nose crinkle a bit, before that soft, familiar laugh tumbled out of him. 

“Says you,” he muttered, burying his face against your neck. Embarrassed, you realized, and you grinned. Like he wasn’t inside me just now. 

Time passed. 

Before you knew it you were wearing a fresh set of pyjamas, curled up against Kuroo’s bare chest with his arms locked tightly around you. You both debated whether to order take-out, or put on a movie, or something else. It was all a charade, of course. The two of you would be asleep in minutes.

For now though, as you lay awake, you drank in these quiet moments. Cherishing them, almost clinging to them. Slowness like this was rare in the kind of lives you and Kuroo lived. Yes, you loved the rigor and pace that your work demanded from you—your heart raced at the thought of what lay ahead as the new co-managers of the company. 

But…this quiet was nice, too. Nice enough that you could imagine yourself living a different kind of life: an older, slower one. With room to breathe, to think. To love. 

You gazed at Kuroo, who was laughing at some quip you’d made, his smile bright and easy and weightless. Light from the window danced across his face: the sleepless city, glimmering stark and alert. Here you were, in your quiet bedroom, away from it all. And while, right now, you couldn’t imagine leaving that fast, hypnotic thrill behind, you figured this wouldn’t be so bad, one day. This silence and peace with Kuroo. One day, you thought, nuzzling closer to him and letting your eyes slip closed. 

Thanks so much to everyone for following this series! Come shout at me about all things Haikyuu: @aenais

[clawsdevour]

congrats on 1k!!! can i request mac n cheese and then dessert if they’re not taken? i did an event like this and they’re so fun 🫶

dazed n awestruck

wc: 0.7k content warning: post-timeskip, childhood bestfriend's brother, fluff, little angst?, confession, not proofread

-> mac n cheese : kotaro bokuto <3 -> get dessert nearby : scenario where reader is drunk and confesses to the character !! (also childhood bestfriend's brother trope) 𝜗𝜚 * ,. a/n: thank you so much!! i actually took some inspiration from your event and other bloggers' events because i thought it would also be really fun to do something for a milestone !!!

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Brrrrrringgg.. Brrrrrrringgg..!

Calling the first person on your contact list it was Kotaro Bokuto, your childhood best friend’s brother whom you’ve been liking since forever. 

Face hot and flushed from the blood rushing to your head as your legs dangled and swung around while sat upon the seat of the cold swings. The cool whistling wind howling in your ears while you hear the trees in the park rustle their leaves in the dark sky.

You’re distorted in loss upon having too much to drink from earlier.. And getting dumped by your now ex-boyfriend. You just couldn’t bare with the thought of it and had to overcome your resistance towards a bit of alcohol, well more than just a bit.

“Hello? You there?” an urgent and energetic voice picks up the call.

Giving Bokuto a long pause of discomforting silence as your dull eyes stared at the illuminating screen. Heart broken just pondering as you sat, Bokuto’s presence in the back.

“..Hey! At least respond to me!! Where are you right–” Bokuto comes to halt when he hears yours silent muffled sobs through the screen.

You didn’t mean to call him, it just felt right to.

“Bokuto..” you mumbled in between tears, taking gasps of air in between syllables as you stared at his contact photo.

“I-I should’ve chosen you” crying out loud into the speaker as he listens with his mouth wide open in shock.

The warm tears starting flooding out of your eyes and streaming down your hot red face as you sniffled before hearing a somewhat loud crash in the back of Bokuto’s call.

“Stay right there. I’m coming!!” looking uo at your phone, you can hear him frantically shufflign in the background as if he were about to go out for a run.

Luckily he had your location on his phone whenever he had to be the one to pick you up from school. You hear loud and banging foot steps as he ran as if he were on court. His location slowly moving towards your GPS the more you heard his breathing come to a heave for air. 

Looking up, he didn’t have to run far when you saw his grey and black streaked hair staring back at your tear stained face. His golden eyes widen with shock the moment he found you sitting alone on the swings made he feel like the worst person he’s ever been, despite not doing anything but coming to you.

Attempting to silently get closer to you, sitting on the swing beside yours with a loud clank as the metal tenses under his weight. Peering at your simmering face and dazed eyes, red from crying. He can’t help but feel terrible.

“Hey.. whatever happened, it’s gonna be okay” Bokuto quickly breaking the silence as his hand caresses your shoulder to comfort you.

Swiping his hand off you while you dry the tears off your face, eyes slightly puffy as he sniffled.

“I wish.. I didn’t date him,” you confess in the moment.

“It’s alright. You know, it’s okay to let things go” justifying your words, his gentle eyes scanning your face to figure out how long you’ve been crying, how long you’ve been out here, and when you just got broken up.

“I dated him because.. I thought you didn’t like me and that you were setting me up with him” your murmuring made him come to a halt when he realized what you said.

“Wait– No..! I thought it was because you liked him so I thought I was maybe doing yo ua teeny tiny favor..” averting his eyes to look down as he speaks the truth.

“You’re wrong! I didn’t like him!! It’s because.. Well, I like you” facing the ground as you admitted your long and loving liking to Bokuto.

Disbelief and shock filled his face as his mouth hung wide open, eyes beginning to crease as a wide toothy grin scattered across his mouth despite being a bit too tipsy to realize you just told him that you’ve had feelings for him for so long! “I’ve waiting so long to hear those words..” Bokuto whispered under his breath, absolutely still awestruck.

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[titanialev]

[noirflms]

୧ ˚₊ 6:30 PM — miya atsumu

it’s too good to be true when silence greets you in the home of yours.

atsumu is a girl dad , he loves his princess and he knows his princess loves him too , but his love is too much for his little girl , but she doesn’t seem to care , for she knows of her daddy’s love for her. you know how her eyes gleam at the mention of her father , they sparkle with adoration for the male and that is something that you know is unchangeable — something that could never be taken out of your lives.

it is utter silence in the home of yours when you enter , hands clutched onto grocery bags , shoulders sagged from the weight of your laptop bag. it might be a day off for atsumu but for you the weekday is never called off and tired is all you’d ever feel. the silence is not eerie but you have never witnessed such silence before and it certainly scares you.

the kitchen is lit by dim lights , it is not a mess as you always expect but clean — dishes in their places and dirty ones still sitting there , waiting to be cleaned , not a box is out of place — and you are clouded with worry for this is something out of character for your two troublemakers. your heart palpitates in your chest , drumming against your rib cage , and in worry your place the bags down in a hurry feet already rushing to reach your daughter’s room.

your hurriedly open the door , but the sight before you washes away all your worries.

the room resonated with atsumu’s heavy snores and your daughter’s light breathing. your little girl is placed upon her father’s chest , drool dropping upon his tank top but he is in such a sound slumber that atsumu doesn’t seem to care , her hands clasp the cloth of his tank , and your eyes do not miss the way it clenches every now and then.

a sticker sheet sits nearby — her pretty pastel and pink ones that she so stubbornly had asked you for — but few are missing , the new packet thrown open and you know they are placed upon atsumu’s bare arms and face , some line his collarbone , and most upon his face and arms. you let out a little laugh looking in what state your husband has been left in , but he is such a deep sleeper that it doesn’t trouble him at all.

your feet lead you to your dear family , your fingers brushing the baby hairs away from her face away and you watch her muzzle into her father’s chest. atsumu’s heavy hand rests upon her small back , and you smile at the sight of the two sleeping so soundly. your gaze softens at the way he holds her and you can’t help but press a short kiss upon his forehead and on her head , brushing his blonde hair back and you feel him lean into your touch.

“ honey , is it you? when did you come home? ” he stirs awake , knowing of your touch and you shake your head , watching him groggily cleaning the sleep from his eyes.

“ sleep my love , i’ll take care of it , i know you need it. ” you whisper , pressing a kiss to the crown of his head and he leans into the warmth you bring. he sleepily mumbles an ‘i love you’ and pulls his daughter closer , shifting to sleep on her little bed , one she is growing too quickly for.

you have loved such a sight , your eyes always soften with nothing but love in them when you look at the two. even though you have been two who never settle for less , your little joy made it quick to come down , settle for more than you ever could and sometimes you are happy knowing atsumu is a girl dad , for then you know he would do anything in this world for his little miracle.

and you are happy that he is yours to call , for you know he has tried his all to get you the world , and you know he’d do the same for your little girl , he’d put the world in her feet if she’d ask him too.

atsumu as a girl dad is pretty canon and i am here for it 😭🥺

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night changes

haikyuu | iwaizumi x reader | soulmate au (colours)

a/n : may make a part 2!

Falling in love with Iwaizumi was easy. 

It was like watching the night change. You don't really notice how the night passes until dawn arrives, and the sun breaks through the inky hue of the night. But if you play close attention, there are signs that time passes through the night, with clouds floating lazily about as the night sky dances between its shades of midnight. 

One may think his gruff nature and blunt manner may be off-putting, and perhaps they once were at first glance, but now, you can read in-between the lines, and see his loud barks of advice for what they conveyed - his concern for you. 

You first met him in high school. It was hard not to notice him, often accompanied by his flamboyant companion, Oikawa, and his loving (and loud) fans. In a crowd of smiles and laughter and adoration, his serious face, shouting and angry cursing definitely stood out to you. Especially because of how loud he could get when dragging Oikawa away. They certainly made an iconic dynamic duo. 

It was his shouting that led the two of you to become friends. 

You were holding your file, spacing out in the hallway whilst going to your next class, when an roar caused you to shriek, drop your file, and jump like you've been electrocuted by Pikachu. You swear your heart almost stopped as you were jolted out of your daze. 

"OI SHITTYKAWA! GET YOUR ASS - "

Iwaizumi was interrupted by your (embarrasing) reaction and the both of you had gaped at each other, like demented betta fishes before they fight. 

You were the first to snap out of your impromptu staring competition with Mr Spiky Loudmouth, scrambling to pick out your file amd all the papers that had scattered out, blushing in horror at your social faux pas. 

"I am so sorry ohmygod you just startled me and I just reacted instinctively jesus I'm a mess please ohmygod - " 

His chuckle halted your rambling and made you fumble, feeling mortified that one of the most popular guys in school had just watched you scream, drop your file like an atomic bomb and ramble like a 5 year old who had too much sugar. 

He knelt down, and you absentmindedly noted how large his hands were as they helped you pick up the remaining pieces of work, gently arranging them in a neat pile. 

"No, I'm sorry for startling you. I shouldn't have been shouting in the hallway like that." 

He had a nice voice, mellow and a little deep. He'd probably make a killing reading audiobooks or doing podcasts. 

He choked out a laughed as his eyes crinkled, handing you your papers as the tips of his ears turned a little darker, "Thank you? I think?"

As your hands brushed against each others, and before you could hit yourself for saying that out loud (like GOD he was gonna think you had a thing for voices which was NOT the impression you were trying to give) your world burst into colour, and the monochrome world you knew was replaced by so, so many colours, that you had only read about. 

Distantly, you heard Iwaizzumi inhale sharply, but you had long forgotten about him and your papers, standing up and looking out the window, entranced by how bright the world was, and how everything looked so different from the shades of grey that were all you knew. 

You turned to Iwaizumi, who was staring at you like it was his first time seeing you, and smacked him repeatedly in excitement, causing him to flinch in surprise. 

You pointed out the windown as you whacked him in glee, "Look!! Outside!! There are COLOURS!!!! Look!!" 

He followed your hand, laughing as he covered his mouth, eyes squinted shut with joy. 

"Yes soulmate, I see them too." 

You beamed at him before registering what he said. For the second time that day, you gaped at Iwaizumi Hajime like a dead goldfish, trying to say something but your words and brain failing you (again). 

He laughed again, a pretty shade of something painting his cheeks as he beamed at you, holding out his hand hesitantly. 

"Nice to meet you?" 

You reached out automatically to shake his hand (which were indeed much larger than yours), and gargled something gibberish in response. 

"Yo Iwa-chan~, it's lunch time! What's taking you so long -" 

Oikawa popped his head out from around the corner, before spotting the two of you, his best friend smiling like he had just seen a real life Godzilla, and a cute girl who was blushing like she had seen someone dance naked up a tree. 

His eyes gleamed with mischief and he opened his mouth, ready to shit on his best friend, when Iwazumi's head snapped towards him like a demented Annabelle doll, eyes promising revenge, pain and destruction if he so much as breathed in his direction. 

So Oikawa did what anyone would do. He screamed out, "Iwa-chan's got a girlfriend!" as he sprinted away, hauling ass.

Your soulmate went from cute happy babyboy to angry demon dog ghost child as he snarled in the direction of the other half of his duo, as you stared at him, brain not braining anymore. 

He turned towards you and flashed a small, shy smile.

"Wait for me after school?" 

You nodded mechanically. He could have told you to throw yourself out the window and you would have agreed anyways (God he had such a nice voice). 

He beamed at you, dimpling his cheeks, before he turned and scowled at the direction his friend had run of too. 

"DIE TRASHYKAWA! GET READY TO…" 

His voice trailed off as he sprinted down the hallway, yelling obsceneities and insults so creative he could write a book, leaving you staring after him, world completely overturned. 

Your hands came up to your cheeks, papers and file totally forgotten as you buried your face in your hands, letting out a silent scream. 

You had just met your soulmate. 

[uc1wa]

so real!! I need to date Iwa in college actually. My silly tanned boyfriend in nutrition yelling at me for not eating proper meals n cooking for me :((((( he's so dreamy

cries. was gonna post this by itself but if there's a free chance to talk ab my man i will take it w open arms.

iwaizumi hajime, who majors in kinesiology with a minor in nutritional science, taking classes for his major that consists of physical therapies and practicing the best eating habits.

he'll gladly practice on you, as a means of studying, of course.

you're sore after a long day of sitting in uncomfortable chairs in your lecture hall? hajime learned how to bend your body in ways that will make you forget about the aches in your lower back. long day on your feet at work? he'll hold your hand into the shower and rub your limbs with coco butter until you're moaning softly with eyes ready to close to sleep.

nutritional science was a minor he had picked up when he realized he could handle the workload of his prestigious university. something that he realized would benefit him in his future endeavors. yet, another practice that he was so thanksful you could attend him to. small things like making sure that you were eating all food categories while also practicing his cooking (he loved cooking with you, taking kissing breaks after he'd lift you on his apartment counter). his backpack, organized with books and journals, was always filled with snacks too.

so when he'd catch up with you after class, he'd have a trail mix he made earlier that week. but if he had just left his place, he was sweet enough to bring you a rice roll. something filling, but not too much when he knew you had classes in the next twenty minutes.

[fwunn]

HI GUYS HES TALKING ABT YOU BTW, HE LOVES U

I didn’t know how to make him ramble about you without it being inclusive to only a specific group so i just didn’t add text at all so he could be talking about ANYONE !!

Anyws extra update: they forgot to get my laptop charger so i’ll be drawing on my sketchbook soon! Though I think its better for this series to be completely digital because I want it to be clean. MORE TSUKKIS ON THE WAY ILY ALL

[nishipostitz]

how theyd react to you having someone else as your wallpaper hc?

atsumu, kageyama, tsukki, oikawa, kenma, and bokuto x gn!reader

tw! nothing really. its just fluff. mentions of phone jacking and hacking

atsumu is offended, thank you very much. hes like “gasp!! how come your wallpaper is anyone BUT me?? this is ridiculous!” and youre here smacking your own forehead. damn hes pretty dramatic you think. so you give him some kisses and then take a secret photo of him while hes distracted and set it as your new wallpaper. he whines bc it isnt the best pic(every pic is tsum’s best pic) of him. but you tell ‘im, “its either this or i change it back to what it was before” so he just goes along with it

kageyama/tsukki are baffled bc why have someone else as your wallpaper. they will beat him em up. like both of them will hunt down whoever is on your screen. yall in japan rn? your wallpaper is jaemin from nct? you know he’ll fly to korea and be like “yo jaemin! y/n is mine buddy, back off!” and youd be so embarrassed. but hey, you were in jaemin’s proximity 😍😍

oikawa does not like it. bc hes your one and only, how dare anyone else be your wallpaper besides his amazing self. so he jacks your phone and changes it to a quick selfie he just took to place as your wallpaper.

kenma hacks your phone and changed it to himself(oik is jacking, kenma is full on hacking from a computer ). bro infiltrated your phone… bc kenma is just that good. but not just any picture. its a cute picture you cant even deny or have the heart to change it.

bokuto gets gloomy and depressy. and then he goes around following you “babyyy why not me? pick me. choose me” and youre so confused. until he claws at your phone and starts pointing at the screen do you realize hes salty about someone else as your wallpaper. and so you sooth him by letting him sleep on your lap, then you take a pic of him and make it your new wallpaper. bokuto wakes up as a happy man once again

notes - what i whipped up at 1 am. excuse any mistakes

[he4rted]

TRACK 1. POSTER BOY

“damn I really need some snacks” you said while searching your cabinet. “hey toka! I’m gonna go get some snacks from the gas station!” you yelled up the stairs “okay! bring back some of those gluten free gummy bears” “kay!”

you quickly grabbed your coat before grabbing you house keys and heading out the door. you decided to walk since it wasn’t that far. once you opened the door the bell above the door rang signaling someone just came in. you go to the back to grab a drink where are those gummies you walk down an aisle and seeing the white bag of gummy bears.

you start walking to the slushies getting a blue raspberry one for hitoka, she didn’t say it but I know she wants one you get the medium filling it up before grabbing a lid and straw. you start going down another aisle looking for some other candy and chips. in your hands were a glazed donut, a slushie, gluten free gummy bears, and an Arizona.

as you grab the last of your stuff you turn around and accidentally run into someone butting heads with them. while rubbing your forehead you look up looking at the boy you bumped into. he had his phone on a list on the screen. studying his face you notice his cat like eyes and damn HE’S PRETTY. you notice you’re still staring at him and quickly apologize. “sorry! I wasn’t look where I was going” you mumbled another sorry while walking past him and head to the counter.

you place your items on the counter. you look behind you ,the boy you had bumped into was talking to a guy who looked like he had just woke up. you turn your head back around once the cashier says your total. you pay and walk out adjusting your jacket and beginning your walk back home. you pull out your phone to text your group chat. you needed to tell them about the boy.

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