#nishinoya yu x you

[mymegumi]

THAT BOY’S A MUNCH! ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊

comes home for work and practically begs to eat you out on the daily. could spend hours eating your pussy out n making you come over and over again. asks you incessantly to sit on his face, insists that even if you do crush him, he’ll die happy cause ‘he suffocated in that pussy’. will rut and grind his poor cock into the bed, his hand, the floor, anything just to get off at the same time as you but doesn’t want to fuck you just yet. gets so turned on when you smush your thighs against his head cause the feeling of his tongue circling your clit is just too much for you. would rather spend hours eating you out than fucking you, just because it turns him on so much to see you come just from his mouth.

hanamaki takahiro, NISHINOYA YUU, tanaka ryuunosuke, hinata shoyo, haiba lev, koganegawa kanji, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, MIYA ATSUMU, hirugami sachiro

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pov: your camera roll if you were dating yu nishinoya.

[clawsdevour]

“# . nishinoya bf hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: fluff, slight smut, aged up, post-time skip, not proofread

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-Nishinoya, the type of boyfriend to be your own personal cheerleader. He’s there for you 24/7 to hype you up like crazy whenever you want to try something new. Noya would encourage you further by committing to it with you so you aren’t experiencing it alone.

-Nishinoya, the type of boyfriend to definitely attack the crook of your neck with his warm gentle kisses. He’d also love to surprise you with tight embraces. He just enjoys to have you in his reach. When you’re cuddling he might even tickle you just cause he can.

-Nishinoya, the type of boyfriend to for sure yap a lot. This man loves to know that you listen to him and every little thing he does. However it doesn’t mean he’s the only one yapping, he also enjoys listening to you just rant. He wants to know what’s going through your pretty little mind all the time.

-Nishinoya, the type of boyfriend to take you out to travel with him, only if you’re down. If you choose not to, he’d send you tons of photos of himself and update you on what he’s currently doing. He’d also buy you tons of things that reminded him of you. If you do travel with him, he’s sneaking cute little candids to savor the moment.. or little silly photos that he just likes to look at on his own time.

-Nishinoya, the type of boyfriend to have his hands on you at all times. He’s either got an arm over your shoulders, or one around the side of your hip. Noya simply loves to know that you’re there by having you in his grasp.

-Nishinoya, the type of boyfriend to be absolutely proud to be called your boyfriend. When you guys first started dating, he for sure went to tell his friends first while all giddy and content. Someone has to snap him out of it when he can’t take your name out of your mouth. He loves sending pics of you and him to his friends to let them know what he’s up to.

-Nishinoya, the type of boyfriend to have your parents hooked on his outgoing and extroverted nature. He’s definitely telling your parents about all of his little travels, which fascinate them. His charisma is so good that Noya’s just completely able to win them over with his steady and consistent pace as the conversation flows.

-Nishinoya, the type of boyfriend to bury himself deep into you. He’d start off at a turtle’s pace so you could start begging for him to speed up. When Noya does, he won’t stop. His head’ll tilt back in pleasure while he resists the urge to ejaculate, even though all your nerves scream at him while he’s pounding into you at a rapid pace.

-Nishinoya, the type of boyfriend to care more about giving you pleasuring rather than him receiving it all. He’s quick to notice the change in your expressions if something feels good or something feels mid. He loves to watch your face twist and eyebrows furrow from all the stimulation he’s thrusting into you. Your reactions fuel him to keep going while you claw at his back, in an attempt to draw him closer.

-Nishinoya, the type of boyfriend to clean you up with a warm washcloth. He’s absolutely exhausted putting everything into making you feel good, he’d plop right next to you and scoot in closer. He enjoys snoozing off to your fingers stroking his hair, and tits in his face.

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'•.¸♡ Flustered ♡¸.•'

Pairing: Nishinoya x reader

Drabble

synopsis: He can't handle himself when you flirt back with him

Everyone knows Nishinoya is a flirt. A confident person, outgoing, loud but sweet. Now when it comes to you? The first time something happens the team gets concerned that he’s just sick. (He’s not). He freezes and his face gets really red, and he’s babbling. It takes them a moment to realize he is just flustered. 

You weren’t usually outgoing but something about Noya made you more confident. Maybe it was the reward of his red faced blubbering that gave you confidence. Since you had started flirting with him the two of you had become friends. When you weren’t making him blush you were making him laugh, intentionally or not. 

Today was no exception. It was lunch and you had the most devious idea in your head. “Hey Noya? Can you see what that it?” You say and point at nothing, not that Noya knew that though. When he turns his head you use the same hand you used to point and turned his face back to you. Pointer finger and thumb holding his chin. “Sorry, must’ve been a trick of the light.” 

Poor Noya. His face immediately goes red and his mouth hangs open. “Close your mouth darling, you’ll catch bugs.” You smirk and let your hand drop and return to your lunch. 

He covered his face with his hands and shook his head. “Y/N! You. You can’t just!”

“Can’t just what?”

“Flirt without meaning it!” 

“Who says I don’t mean it cutie?”

I’m sorry this is so short!

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a/n: karasuno nationality headcanons List of links 🔗

Hinata is 1/4 American, 1/4 Irish. and half Japanese. His mom is Japanese and his dad is irish-American

Kageyama is 101% Japanese. That’s it.

Tsukishima is 3/4 Japanese and 1/4 Irish

Yamaguchi is 1/3 Scottish 2/3 Japanese

Yachi is 1/8 danish, 3/8 British, and half Japanese

Tanakas are 1/3 Brazilian and 2/3 Japanese

Nishinoya half Mexican and half Japanese. Lots of people JOKE that he swam from Mexico to Japan

Ennoshita like Kageyama he’s full Japanese

Daichi is a mix of many Latin American backgrounds but most notable are Columbia and Chile. He’s still of course Japanese

Sugawara 1/3 Australian and 2/3 Japanese. Lots of karasuno joke about how that’s why he’s so special

Asahi 1/2 Persian and 1/2 Japanese

Kiyoko is fully Japanese

Ukai 2/3 Spanish and 1/3 Japanese

Takeda is half Costa Rican and half Japanese

[solzscribblez]

around the world - y. nishinoya x f!reader smau

"She can't stay in one place for long. Luckily, neither can he."

summary: nishinoya is pretty sure he's met the girl of his dreams after he has a fling with a travel vlogger in brazil. she's pretty sure that she needs to get as far away from nishinoya yuu as she can before she falls in love with him. unfortunately for her, he doesn't make it easy.

OR nishinoya follows the girl of his dreams around the world.

tags: strangers to friends (with benefits) to friends to lovers, PINING, idiots in love, smau, slow burn

warnings: cursing, not nsfw but sex is mentioned, drug and alcohol usage, nishinoya is an insane person (affectionate), oikawa, kms/kys jokes

PLEASE NOTE: any and all pictures used of real people in this smau are placeholders! there will be no physical attributes assigned to yn.

taglist: 25/50 (open!) send an ask or reply to be tagged!

chapters:

introductions: oikawa tooru hate club | fifth wheeling

day one, brazil, rio de janiero

day one, brazil, rio de janiero, pt. 2

day two, brazil, rio de janiero

day nine, brazil, rio de janiero

day eleven, vienna, austria

next chapter - coming soon!

ty @reignsaway for pointing out suburban legends is noya and yn.... fucked up for that but youre right.

[offbrandkyoya]

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f/fl = favorite flavor

The boys karasuno volleyball team doesn’t have practice today, which makes Kageyama happy because he can see Yn sooner rather than later. 

Just this one class, and he’ll see Yn. A smile appears on his face as the thought of being with them brings him so much joy. His cheeks are red since he really is falling for them. 

A few minutes pass, and the teacher concludes the lecture and tells the students they may leave. Kageyama picks up his bag and begins to stuff his notebook and pencils in it. The door slides open, and Hinata runs up to the boy. “Kageyama!” He shouts, standing next to his desk.

Kageyama frowns while moving his strap around his shoulder. “What do you want?” Hinata grins. “Are you and Yn going out today?” Kageyama blushes and shoves his face. “They’re going to my place.” “Scandalous!” “Ugh! Shut up!” Kageyama begins to walk out, with Hinata following behind. 

“They’re going to help me with school work.” “What?!” Hinata pouts. “That’s so lame!” Kageyama turns around and hits his head. “Shut up, I said!” Kageyama faces forward and continues walking, with Hinata whining in the background. 

“Kageyamaaaaa!” “Ugh what?!” “That’s such a lame idea!” Kageyama rolls his eyes. “They said yes, so I don’t see why that's the problem.” “Okay…” Hinata responds with uncertainty. “Better hope Yn doesn’t think of themselves as just your tutor.” Kageyama stops walking, causing Hinata to bump into him. “Ow!” He rubs his nose.

Kageyama slowly turns his head toward him with a dark glare. “Do you want to die?” “I didn’t even do anything!” Kageyama looms over him. “How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?” Hinata yells, “Okay! I’m sorry!” 

“Kageyama?” The boys jump in surprise and see you watching the scene unfold. Hinata sprints to you and clings to your arm. "Yn, help me! Kageyama is trying to kill me!” “You dumbass!” Kageyama yells and rushes over, grabbing his collar and yanking him away from you. 

Hinata struggles in his hold as Kageyama yells insults at him. You stand there in disbelief before letting out a laugh. The boys look at you, and you walk over, gently patting Kageyama's arm. “Let him go.” “Okay.” He does so, dropping Hinata onto his buttocks. “Asshole!” Hinata comments, helping himself up. 

You laugh again. “You guys are really funny, especially you, Kageyama.” He blushes at those words. Hinata side-eyes him. “He really isn’t.” Kageyama whips his head at him, lifting a fist, and Hinata looks the other way, whistling. 

You tug on Kageyama’s sleeve. He looks at you instantly. “Are you going to practice?” “Uh, no, there aren’t any.” “Oh!” You smile wide. “So, let’s get going then.” He nods. Hinata sticks out his tongue but smiles and gives Kageyama a thumbs up. Kageyama shoos him away and continues walking with you.

You and Kageyama stay in his room, sitting on the floor with papers scattered around. You are looking at a worksheet with questions for Kageyama. “Okay, what does despondent mean?” Kageyama sits there, scrunching up his nose to think of the best answer to give. “Despondent…despondent means…” 

He shuts his eyes. “It means feeling low-spirited and discouraged.” You smile wide and nod. “Yup!” He reopens his eyes in shock. “Wait really? You’re not pulling my leg, right?” You laughed while shaking your head. “No, I’m not. You’re right!” 

Kageyama's eyes sparkle in amazement. He didn’t know he was capable of learning a big word like that! You place the paper down and clap. “I knew you had it in you, Kageyama!” He smiles and says, “Thanks. I have a really good tutor.” You blush in surprise, and then he blushes too from embarrassment. “Uh, if you are my tutor, This is your second time helping me. You’re my friend, but..." You giggle. “It’s fine.” 

You stack all the papers on top of your notebook. “How about we take a break?” Kageyama lets out a sigh of relief and nods. “I’d like that.” You both continue sitting on the floor until Kageyama stands up rather quickly. “Would you like anything to drink?” 

You giggle, “Do you have yogurt?” He nods and walks out of the room. You decide to follow him to save him some time. Kageyama opens the fridge and grabs two yogurts for you and himself. When he turns back around, he’s jump-scared by you standing behind him. “Oh! I’m sorry!” You say, and he shakes his head. “No, it’s fine.”

He handed the yogurt to you, and you thanked him. “Your home is nice.” You say, and he looks down at his snack. “Thanks.” You notice a faint blush on his cheeks, which makes you blush as well. “So, do you want to go back?” You ask, picking on the yogurt top. Kageyama looks at you with a nod. You both walk together upstairs to his room and sit back down on the floor.

You opened the yogurt, but then laughed. He looks at you curiously. “Kageyama, we forgot the spoons.” His face turned red, and he scrambled to get up. “Oh my god, I'm so sorry.” You continue to laugh. “It’s okay.” Kageyama sighs, “I’ll get them.” “Alright.” 

He hurriedly got up and walked out the door. Kageyama is so embarrassed that he forgot the spoons. He was so focused on you that he completely forgot about the device to help you guys eat. Kageyama sighs once he opens the kitchen drawer to grab two spoons. He closes it and walks back to his room. 

“Here.” He says, squatting down on the floor. You smile and grab the spoon. “Thank you very much.” You begin to eat and smile with delight. “This is so good!” Kageyama smiles too as he eats. “Very.” Then, Kageyama came to the realization that yogurt is one of your interests. Well, that’s what he thinks. He tilts his head. ‘Does liking food count?’

Kageyama isn’t quite sure, but he’s determined to like what you like. “So,” he says, "is there a yogurt flavor you like?” You think for a moment. “Hm, I’d have to say f/fl. What about you?” “I like it plain.” He replies, and you nod. “But I’d eat any. I like yogurt in general.” You smile at that. “That’s cool.”

Kageyama takes another bite. “I’ll make sure I eat your favorite often.” You blush, then he blushes too once he realizes what he just said. “Uh, because I normally don’t eat that certain flavor because, like I said, I eat it mostly plain,” The more he talks, the redder his face gets.

You cover your mouth to hide your laughter. “It’s fine, really.” You tell him. “I’m very happy to hear you say that.” “Really? That wasn’t weird?” “No.” Kageyama blushes even more. You guys continue to eat in silence. You looked around his room in boredom, then you caught him staring at you. He turns red and looks down. You smile while titling your head. “Is there something on my face?”

He shakes his head, stuffing his face with yogurt. You chuckle at how dazed he is that it caused him to spread yogurt around his mouth. You scoot forward, reaching a hand out, your thumb wiping off the yogurt. Kageyamas eyes wander everywhere but your face. He felt like he was going to blow up right now. 

“There.” You say and lick the yogurt off your finger. Kageyama squeezes his yogurt cup, flustered at what you did and how calm you approached the situation. You go back to eating, unaware of Kageyama’s redden face and still demeanor. 

You finished your yogurt and wait for him to finish his. Kageyama didn’t take long and you gave him your cup so he can go throw it away in trash can that sat right next to him. Kageyama gets up to put away the spoons, leaving you to sit and wait.

You decide to look over his worksheets to pass the time and come up with questions to ask him. He comes back and sits back down on his spot. Kageyama notices what you’re doing, and he frowns. He wished the break had lasted a bit longer.

You chuckle when seeing how upset he is. “Don’t worry, this will be the last thing we do.” “Really?” “Yes.” You nod, despite the fact it’s only been a few minutes since you started. You guys continue to study a bit more before you had to go. 

“It was nice hanging out with you, Kageyama.” You say by the entrance. Kageyama nods, “I had fun.” “I didn’t know you found studying fun.” Kageyama blinks in utter disgust. He didn’t realize you were joking so you laughed, “I’m sorry, Kageyama. I was only joking.” 

He blushes, “O-Oh! I…I knew that!” “Okay.” You laughed harder. “Then, I’ll be off. Thanks again.” Kageyama, still red in face, nods. “You’re welcome.” Then he scratches his head. ‘Shouldn’t I be the one thanking them?’

“Bye.” You wave and walk out of his home. Kageyama waves too, then sighs. ‘I really don’t know anything.’

hey…how y’all doing….

sorry I haven’t posted in um..A MONTH.

I burnt myself out and then I went out of state and next week I start college like UGHH

no promises I’ll update frequently like I used to 🙁☹️

neways…season of blossom came out with a sequel we ball!

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into the spider-verse: nishinoya yuu

volume one, chapter two: calls

word count: 2.5k

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On the rooftop of the Flatiron Building, she leans back, and stares at the sky above her. She’s learned that looking down gives her vertigo, and if she’s lying down, she can pretend she’s not twenty-two stories off the ground.

Noya laughs at her, because he always does, but he still holds her hand, because he knows it makes her feel better. “I can’t believe you’re still afraid of heights.”

“I feel like this is a super reasonable fear to have.” She inches a little but further away from the edge as she speaks. She doesn’t even wanna be close to it. “Plummeting to my death isn’t like, a big priority for me right now.”

He squeezes her hand. “You know I’ll catch you if you fall.”

He would. She doesn’t even doubt that for a second. If right now she stood up and decided to take a swan dive off the side of the building, there would be nothing getting in between him and her, and Noya would have her safely in his arms before she hit the fifteenth floor.

But still. It fucking terrifies her.

“Okay, sorry my primal instinct does not recognize that you got bit by some weird science experiment spider and now you defy all laws of nature,” she rolls her eyes, still tightly holding onto his hand as he sits upright beside her. “I’ll work on that.”

Nishinoya leans over a lightly pinches the soft skin of her stomach under her t-shirt. She squeals. “Keep it up with the attitude and I’ll throw you off the side of this building myself.”

“Hmm, not very hero-like of you, Spider-Man.”

“You bring out the worst in me.”

She grins. “I’m going to have to write an article about this. ‘Spider-Man throws innocent journalist with fear of heights off Flatiron Building.’ Jameson will love it.”

Nishinoya scoffs. “Yeah, I’m sure he would. Too bad you’ll be busy being a sidewalk pancake.”

Her eyes find their intertwined hands. It’s always been natural, their friendship, everything that happens between them feels like it’s supposed to. The handholding and the couch-sharing and the arm over her shoulder. It’s always right, with Nishinoya. She doesn’t even have to think about it.

She watches his thumb as it brushes against her skin. “How’s it been out there lately?” she asks.

“Quiet,” Nishinoya replies. “Saving kittens from trees and helping old ladies across the street. Besides Sytsevich, everything’s been quiet since Osborn died. It’s kinda weird, y’know? Like eerie.”

“Yeah, I imagine waiting for the next disaster to strike can feel like that,” she comments, leaning back to stare up at the empty sky. You can’t ever see stars out here. “Hey, Noya?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you’re gonna stay here forever?” she asks. “Just stick around and be Spider-Man for the rest of your life.”

He hums a bit. “I dunno. I think I’ll probably just go wherever you end up.”

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She’s sitting on the train, a hot cup of coffee in one hand, and her phone in the other. She’s looking down at an email from her favorite Yahoo user: If you don’t want the whole world to find out, do as I say.

It’s pretty explicit. It’s hard to misinterpret that kind of message, as much as she’s deliberately trying to. Her fingers tap against the paper cup, trying not to let panic work its way up her throat in the middle of this train cab, surrounded by bored commuters that wouldn’t flinch twice at any sort of breakdown she could have.

A heavy breath leaves her lung, and she pockets her phone, trying, with a tight feeling of desperation around her throat, not to think of it. If it’s not in her face, it’ll be marginally easier to pretend.

Yachi’s waiting for her at her desk when she gets into work. She slides into her chair, and Yachi skips the greeting. “Jameson’s pissed,” Yachi says, tapping a pencil against her desk.

“Yeah? What’d Spider-Man do now?” she questions, typing her password in. She mistypes it, and curses slightly under her breath.

“The PI he hired to find out his identity quit,” Yachi laughs. “Apparently there wasn’t enough for him to go off, and the guy got tired of Jameson raising his blood pressure at him for forty minutes a day.”

She snorts. Noya’s told her about private investigators before. Everyone touts that they’re going to be the one to unmask Spider-Man, but it’s kinda tricky trailing a man with superhuman sixth sense and the ability to basically fly through the city. “I give it another three months before he tries this one again.”

“I give it one,” Yachi counters.

Her desktop loads up, and she is immediately hit with a barrage of emails, looking like they’re coming in all at once, all in caps lock. “Fuck, looks like he’s taking it out on me again.”

Email after email, the subject lines varying from things like, “This piece is crap!” to “How are you still employed here?”

Yachi leans forward to get a better at her screen. “Oh, that’s bad. I’ll leave you to that.”

And it’s just that Yachi gives her a sharp grin and two-finger salute that another email pops up. No subject line, just a simple: Wait for my instruction.

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Harry Osborn looks smarmy on the television screen, a thin layer of sweat shining on his forehead and slick smile that looks a little bit too pleased for his father’s funeral. She knocks her knee into Noya’s leg underneath the blanket they share. “That guy’s such a piece of shit,” she comments, jerking her chin forward towards the younger Osborn.

Noya knocks his leg back into hers. “My guy looks like he just won the lottery,” he remarks, eyes not leaving the screen. There’s a bit of history between Spider-Man and the Osborn family, mainly consisting of Norman committing acts of domestic terrorism from the vantage point of a hoverboard, dressed like a fucking goblin.

“Yeah, well he basically did,” she snarks. “Imagine inheriting Oscorp before you’re twenty-five. Basically guarantees you a fucking thirty under thirty spot.”

He snorts. “I’d rather not have anything to do with Oscorp. I’d rather be broke.”

"Oh, you mean the company that basically sponsored the lizard-ification of Dr. Connors? I can't imagine why." She lops her head to the side to look at him. “And anyway, I’m broke. You’re a freeloader.”

Nishinoya waves her off. “Same difference.”

She snorts, turning to face the television again to see they’re playing old footage of Norman Osborn in a lab (coat and everything), explaining the mission statement of Oscorp. To build a better future.

There were rumors about Norman, post-mortem. Details floating around about how he was driven mad in his final year. That the Osborn curse had infected him beyond hope, and his mind had began to decay, along with his body. Some people think he’s been dead for much longer. Some people think a group of investors had been secretly running Oscorp for years while Norman received private care upstate. Some people even suspect him of being the Goblin.

She wonders if that was the better future he had envisioned.

Noya shifts uncomfortably in his seat. She reaches over and grabs his hand, squeezing it tightly in hers. She’s sure he’s wishing the son will be better than his father. She’s hoping too.

His thumb traces circles over her knuckle. He doesn’t look in her direction. She tries to focus on the news and enjoy the way his hand feels in hers before there’s some police broadcast or distant siren or whatever to call him back to duty.

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Meet me @ 300 W 57th St tomorrow at 8am. Or I tell everyone about him.

She sits at her desk, biting down on the end of a pencil, and weighing her options.

One: she could tell Noya.

There’s not even a chance he would let her go. Not even if he were there. No matter the argument she would present. Nishinoya would sooner web her to the couch than let her go meet up with some mystery blackmailer. She also knows that this threat would do little to sway him. If she tells Noya, the most likely outcome is him, masked up and aggravated, showing up to fight.

Which would result in ijs99ETJfdhsg@yahoo.com telling everyone.

Two: she could do nothing.

There’s really been no hard proof presented to her that shows that Yahoo user ijs99ETJfdhsg knows what he claims he knows. This could all very well be a big misunderstanding on her end. And so what? Even if he does know what he claims to, it’s not like the world would so easily believe that Nishinoya Yuu, random unemployed man, is Spider-Man. Random liars claim to be Spider-Man every day. Noya could easily blend in with random liars.

The consequence of doing nothing though is, of course, him telling everyone. And still, the possibility that the masses believe him or that Yahoo user ijs99ETJfdhsg does have some hard evidence on his side gnaw away at her. She can’t shoulder that.

Three: she could show up.

She could put some pepper spray in her bag and give Noya the address just in case something happens, and she could go and meet with this mystery blackmailer to see exactly what the fuck it is he wants.

And then, he wouldn’t tell anyone.

The thought of it puts knots in her stomach, and those knots are worsened by the acknowledgement that it’s probably her best course of action.

She sighs, using her cursor to highlight the address he provided and plopping it back into search bar. She’s envisioning some deserted alley, an abandoned storefront or someplace that would leave no witnesses if she were to be kidnapped and/or murdered.

What she wasn’t expecting was fucking Oscorp.

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Harry Osborn’s office is neat. Almost empty, save for a few hard-drives and a stack of unopened newspapers at his desk. The wall to ceiling windows provide a view of the city she’s never seen before, and standing in the middle of it, she feels so starkly out of place. She looks behind her, just to see the assistant that led her up here closing the door behind him.

She feels trapped, at once.

Harry himself is leaning against a window, and as if operating on a que, he turns on his heel, a sickly grin plastered on his face, and, if she squints, she can almost see a greenish sort of hue in the undertones of his skin. “There’s my favorite journalist,” he greets, arms extended out as if he was going to hug her.

She steps back. “Erm, yeah,” she responds, head turning slightly to eye the closed door behind her. There’s something off in the air of room, something off-putting in the way Harry is looking at her. “Is there a reason you summoned me here through cryptic emails, or did you just wanna like, hang out?”

He stops, and lets his arms drop back down to his side, stuffing his hands in his pant pockets. “Straight to the point. I like that. I like that quality.”

It’s strange to be in the same room as him, New York City’s prodigal son. She’s seen his face on the cover of magazines and on news segments and she’s written articles about him. Harry Osborn has almost always been some kind of mythic figure in her head. An untouchable prince. Nothing she could get away with printing in the Bugle would ever have any impact on him.

But here before her, he does not look mythic, or untouchable, he looks like a very sick man. His hair falls flatly on his forehead, and he uses the back of sleeve to wipe off droplets of sweat. The longer she looks at him, the greener he seems, like his whole body is lightly stained.

Harry takes another step towards her. She steps back again.

“Y’know,” he drawls, and moves to stand behind the large desk that takes up most of the room; she watches him carefully, eyes trained on his every movement, “one of the most underrated parts of a power acquisition in a company like Oscorp, is that you suddenly have a lot more information at your disposal. A lot of information that money can’t buy.”

There’s something about the way he talks that is starkly unnatural. The PR training bleeds out of every word, and though he looks young, but the way he carries himself is eerily like his father. It makes goosebumps rise on the back of her neck. She looks over her shoulder, back at the door behind her. “O-okay.”

Harry takes a seat, like he’s unbothered by her presence. His hand lingers over one of the hard drives. “Did you know that, back in the early two-thousands, this company poured millions into researched on genetically enhanced spiders. They were supposed to be this miracle cure. A magic spider that could cure any illness. Until, of course, the head scientist died in some accident, and they had to kill off the whole project, including all the spiders they bred. Y’know, today, I think we only have one thing to show for that project.”

Her face is hot, and her ears feel like they’re stuffed with cotton. This all suddenly feels like a mistake, like she’s in over her head and she never should’ve come here without Noya. Her tongue is dry when she tries to speak. “Is this, is this on the record, or…?”

Harry leans forward in her chair, and sneers. It chills her blood, that expression, cold and gnarled. “I’m not interested in going on the record with some second-rate journalist at a trash paper. I’m interested in this.”

Harry Osborn grabs the newspaper on his desk and slams it forward. She takes a step forward to get a better look and knows immediately what it is. It’s the Daily Bugle, with Spider-Man on the front page and her name printed on the bottom.

The First-Ever On-The-Record Interview with the One and Only Spider-Man!

Her hands are shaking. She looks up to see Harry grinning at her. “It’s funny, actually, how someone right out of school, with no credentials and no reputation to go off, could get this kind of interview.”

She can hear her heartbeat, and all she can think of is how unbelievably, colossally fucked she is.

Harry Osborn stands and makes his way to stand directly in front of her. The closer he is, the more of him she can see. The green tint of his skin, the almost scaly quality, the point of his teeth. “I want you to find Spider-Man, and I want you to get him to give me his blood.”

🕸 ｡𖦹°‧✩｡🕷˚⋆｡

On the busy street beneath the Oscorp building, her fingers tremble as she dials Noya’s number. He answers after the first ring. “Hey, what’s up? I’m just dropping this bodega thief off at the station-“

“Noya,” she cuts him off, trying to hold back the sob in her voice. “I fucked up.”

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Nishinoya and Hoshiumi are everything to me and I've seen you write for both! An actual legend among authors!

If you're interested, could I request how they would react to a big spoon reader (separate). This is technically an sfw request but feel free to do whatever you want!

AHHHH your too sweet!! I never see recognition these characters as subs so i love rq for them ☺️☺️

Nishinoya

He'd be absolutely adorable, all shy and bashful as if cuddling with someone was a completely new experience for him. The sensation of your chest against his back would send shivers down his spine, especially if you have curves and aren't wearing a bra. I imagine he'd relish the feeling of being enveloped in warmth and safety, with no worries in the world.

And if you tried to move away? Forget about it. He'd cling to you like a koala, whining and pleading like a little kid just to keep you close. He'd come up with some silly excuse, like claiming he's chilly, just to prolong the cuddle session.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

The soft afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Nishinoya lay sprawled across his bed, his breathing slow and steady as he dozed off after a long day of practice. The rhythmic sound of his gentle snores filled the room along with the gentle hum of the heater.

You couldn't help but smile as you watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful, so vulnerable in this moment, completely unaware of your presence. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should disturb him, but the urge to be close to him was too strong to resist.

Quietly, you approached the bed and carefully slipped under the covers beside him. With a gentle touch, you spooned him from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your chest against his back.

Nishinoya stirred slightly at the sensation, but he didn't wake up. Instead, he unconsciously shifted closer to you, nuzzling his head against your chest as if seeking out your embrace. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and you couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight.

Minutes passed as you laid there, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours.

Eventually, Nishinoya began to stir again, blinking sleepily as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. He tensed slightly at first, surprised by the unexpected warmth at his back, but as he turned to glance over his shoulder, his expression softened into a smile.

"Hey there," you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur.

Nishinoya's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with affection, face flushed. "I like this," he replied, his voice soft and husky from sleep.

Hoshiumi

AHHH this man would be sooo into it. I can imagine him eagerly demand cuddles from you, especially after a grueling day of training.

He knows he’s small, but rather than feeling self-conscious, he embraces it. Spooning is his favorite way to cuddle for a reason, him loving the feeling of being wrapped in your embrace, his smaller frame perfectly fitting against yours.

And falling asleep in your arms? It was his ultimate comfort. Whenever he had a nightmare or simply couldn't find rest, your warmth and protection never failed to lull him into a peaceful slumber.

He would absolutely melt if you gently ran your fingers through his hair, showering him with praise for all the wonderful things he does for you. He'd lean into your touch, basking in the affection, and whine in protest if you ever stopped. All he craves is your attention and admiration!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

You found yourself nestled comfortably between the plush cushions of your couch, the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. It hadn't been long since Korai settled down to take a nap, but he had already made his way to the living room, unable to resist the urge to be near you.

“mm I want you,” your lover whined, prodding your arms so he could weasel his way into them.

You chuckled at his endearing behavior, shifting your body to accommodate him as you enveloped him in a warm embrace. As you spooned him from behind, you felt his body relax fully into your grasp, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

Using his arms to nudge yours, Korai silently signaled his desire for more affection, prompting you to oblige. You hummed, bringing your hand up to gently stroke his soft hair, your fingertips grazing his scalp with a soothing touch that prompted a purr from him.

"I'm so proud of you, Korai," you murmured softly, your words filled with genuine admiration. You could hear the faintest of whimpers escape him in response, his cheeks flushing at your praise.

The sensation of your fingers running through his hair with such tenderness was almost overwhelming for him, his eyelids growing heavy as he leaned even closer to you, seeking further comfort in your embrace.

[kuroppiii]

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⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : traveling the world    ⋮⋮  with noya can be a handful at ⋮⋮  times ...

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ i actually loved writing this so much ?? not me making myself giggle and kick my feet around … this one is so silly , chattt i hope you like it toooo ”

"YŪ, DO NOT TOUCH ME WITH THAT!"

your boyfriend was currently holding a big-ass king crab in his hands as the fishing boat rocked under your feet.

your travels have brought the two of you to the waters right off the shores of british columbia, canada. this isn't the first time nishinoya had convinced you to fish for your own dinner at the destination you found yourselves in. what better way to immerse yourself in the culture than eating only the best of what's in season for the region?

however, this is the first time that this little tradition has brought you face-to-face with a sea creature with arms about the same-length arms as yours.

"hurry up then, babe! take a picture so i can send it to the guys back home!" nishinoya only giggles as if he's not holding an absolute beast of a crustacean, “this is going to taste amazing tonight, i can’t wait. maybe we should grill it—wait does our airbnb even have a grill?…”

in the most loving way possible, you think to yourself how you could not possibly give a fuck about trying to remember if the airbnb had a grill or not right now.

not with that crab—something of magnitude you’ve never seen before in your life—staring you straight in the eye.

you try your best with slightly-trembling hands to fumble with the phone in your grasp, lining up the shot at the same time as squinting to see the screen under the blazing summer sun and its rays.

once you overcome the glare of the shimmering, almost sparkling, waters around you, nishinoya's image becomes clear through your phone screen as you snap a few photos.

his colorful rayband sunglasses are pushing back against the blonde tuft at the front of his hair slightly-damp hair. the mist that floats up from the current splashing against the base of the boat and has you both covered in a thin sheen layer of water—which is doing your boyfriend so many favors because the sun reflects off his tanktop-clad arms as they flex to hold up the king crab in front of him.

probably taking more pictures than necessary (perhaps a bit distracted by how you were ogling the man in front of you), you almost can forget about the fear the crab was instilling in you when you’re interrupted as nishinoya suddenly yells out,

"OW!"

he doubles over, still holding the crab but now trying to hold it as far away from his as possible, and winces in pain.

"OH MY GOD, BABE ARE YOU OK?" you ask him in a panic. your first reflex is to rush to his side to make sure everything’s okay—but again, there’s a huge fucking crab in your way.

flustered about this fact, you start to turn to get the boat captain for assistance. but then suddenly nishinoya starts to laugh.

“sorry baby, i was just playin’,” nishinoya admits through the gasps of air from his laughing fit, “i’m fine!”

you can even hear the captain laugh along with nishinoya’s little prank as he steers the boat a short ways behind you and nishinoya.

if the sun beating down on you wasn’t enough, you feel your face get even warmer and you can practically see yourself blushing as red as the crab your boyfriend just faked pinched him.

you wanted to be frustrated at him for joking around about something that could be very real and very dangerous.

but when you looked at nishinoya—quite literally glowing under the summer sun and with a smile that was wide and almost brighter in your eyes than that very same sun—you couldn’t bring yourself to be actually upset at him for very long.

“don’t scare me like that!” you still lightly scold him but feel his contagious laughter creep onto your face in the form of a reluctant smile on your lips. you try to playfully nudge at the side of his head for emphasis, but only your fingertips manage to graze his sea-salty hair as you try not to touch the giant crab by attempting to reach as far above it and its claws as you can.

but that night in your airbnb, a small log cabin that overlooked the shoreline where you were on that crabbing boat just hours before, you and nishinoya did manage to find a grill.

and your boyfriend wound up being right—the crab did taste really good after he cooked it for the both of you for dinner.

“told ya it would be worth it, sweetie,” he lovingly bragged.

you roll your eyes as you crack open another one of the crab legs but before you can dig in, nishinoya leans over the candlelit table where you two share your meal on the airbnb’s back porch.

the two of you kiss, and you can taste the garlic butter that's been accompanying your meal on nishinoya’s lips. it leaves you giggling as he pulls back, and it doesn't help that once he’s seated again, you swear you can see love swimming around in his eyes.

you're so in love with this man.

but if you said the best part about getting to travel the world was seeing your boyfriend enjoying the antics you both get into as he pursues this journey that means so much to him, you’d be wrong in his opinion.

in actuality, nishinoya’s favorite part is moments like these. seeing you in front of him, a beautiful sunset of pink, purple, and orange hues swirling to create a backdrop to your happy and serene face… that’s the thing he’d travel to the ends of the earth for, over and over again.

[karasuno-planet]

Nishinoya being whipped | smau

nishinoya x fem!reader

of course with a nice oikawa rival sprinkled in.. #greatestanimevillian...

A/n: BEGGING FOR SMAU OR HC REQUESTS, HMUUUUU 🙏

[Masterlist]

[guitarstringed-scars]

the ravens eye diner- yuu nishinoya

masterlist

lemonade

it’s easy to pick favorites. especially working in a diner, where you have a large amount of regulars and only a few who are good. you like plenty of your regulars, but you have a few favorites, and one all-time favorite. that would be nishinoya yuu.

the first time you met him, it was your first year of university. it was his first (and last) year too. he ordered a glass of lemonade, and joked around with you for a while after you brought it to him. you couldn’t bring yourself to leave his table after he started talking to you, telling you stories of how he used to play volleyball, and how he knew tanaka (he supplied you with plenty of embarrassing stories). eventually, he paid his check and left.

but he always came back. every few days, noya would find himself sitting in your section, sometimes bringing his homework (which he never got done, he was always too distracted talking to you), sometimes he brought old photos from high school, but most times, he just brought himself.

noya very quickly became your favorite regular, and you very quickly became his favorite server. anytime he would come in and you’d be off, he’d simply leave (eventually he got your phone number to make sure you’d always be his server).

you knew noya was struggling in school. it had come up a few times, and you noticed his rarely complete homework. you also knew noya wasn’t the kind of person to stay in one place. so you weren’t surprised when he told you his plan.

“i’m dropping out.” he said, tapping his straw on the table, pushing it out of the paper wrapper. you laughed lightly at first, until you looked at him and realized he was serious. you felt your stomach drop.

“you’re serious.” you said, biting the inside of your cheek.

he nodded.

“i leave for italy in two days.”

you try not to let your disappointment show.

“that’s exciting.” you said, forcing a smile. “what are you gonna do there?”

“you’re upset.” he said, seeing through you.

“no, im happy for you.” you said. it was true.

“yeah, but you’re still upset.”

“i’m just gonna miss you.”

“i’ll come back. you know i’ll come back.” he said.

it almost felt like your husband was leaving for war, that you knew he was going to die, but it’s nothing like that. he was simply a customer going to travel.

“i know.” after noya paid his check that day, he stood up from the table and wrapped his arms around you, pressing your head on his shoulder. you almost felt yourself tear up.

“i’ll call you.” he cheered as the door shut behind him, waving wildly through the glass window.

the times where noya was there were like sunshine, bright rays peeking through an overcast sky. the rainbows the reflections on the window made. a glass of iced lemonade.

the times when he was gone were the opposite. gray skies, stale coffee, and nothingness.

every shift felt like it dragged on for eternity. you’d get home from your classes and work, and wait for a call. it always came. noya would excitedly fill you in on what he’d seen in italy, what he was doing, who he had met. you had nothing interesting to fill him in on.

time passed, a month, maybe it was two. and eventually, noya was back sitting in your section, ordering a lemonade.

as you set down the glass, he grins, stands up and wraps you in another hug. you’ve decided you like hugs from noya.

“how long are you back for?” you mumbled into his ear. he pulled apart from the hug, sitting back down.

“only a couple days, then i’m off to iceland. i have something for you.” he said, rummaging in his bag sat next to him. eventually, he pulls out a post card.

“y’know, you’re supposed to send these from the place you’re at.” you say, taking the card as he hands it to you.

you admire the front, a painting of the seaside, before flipping it over.

“yeah, i didn’t know your address.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

you read the card, struggling with noyas messy handwriting.

“thank you.” you say, laughing slightly at his obvious lie in writing. noya grins.

the rest of the week, noya is at the ravens eye. you learn he’s staying with tanaka before he leaves again. he spends every meal there, talking and laughing with you. the week is perfect. even though you are working, you feel truly happy. but, you know it’s coming to an end.

he hugs you again before he leaves, and the diner is back to being dull.

it stays dull for a month and a half, and then the sunshine begins to peek out from the clouds once again.

noya is back, sipping lemonade at your table. he has another post card with him.

you hang it up on your wall next to the last one.

“go dancing with me tonight?” he asks as you clear the plates from his table. noya has just finished his third meal in a row at the ravens eye.

“okay.” you say, checking your watch. “i’m off in 20 minutes.”

“i know.” he grins.

noya hangs around until you are off, and you change into your spare clothes. its pretty late already, and the two of you walk down the dimly lit streets.

noya leads you to a door, which leads you to a staircase, which leads you to a small jazz bar. the music is loud, and the room is packed.

“how’d you even find this place?” you ask him, yelling slightly over the music.

“luck!” he says, grinning back at you.

his regularly gelled up hair has fallen slightly, into a more messy look. he looks good. he grabs your hand and drags you to the center of the room. the two of you dance to the music, jumping around, sweat building on your faces. the piano player begins her solo, and you truly feel the music in your soul. finally tapping out, noya and you step out into the cool night air.

“you’re leaving again tomorrow, aren’t you?”

noya looks surprised.

“how’d you know?” ”you wouldn’t have asked me out if you weren’t.” you sit down on the curb. noya sits down next to you. “where are you headed next?” you ask, resting your chin on your knees.

“australia.” he says, looking up at the stars. you hum to yourself.

“i really like you y/n.”

you don’t know what to say at first, thinking for a moment.

“i really like you too noya.”

he walks you home, and hugs you goodbye. neither of you want to let go, but you do.

life is back to dull.

𖦹₊⊹fun facts⊹₊𖦹

-noya originally came to the ravens eye to visit tanaka but he quickly found a new favorite employee

-noya really wanted to get your address for the second postcard, but he forgot so now he's committed to just bringing them back for you.

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[koishiro]

Dating Yu Nishinoya <3

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[fizziedoodle]

dating yu nishinoya

[takes1]

nishinoya x childhoodfriend!reader

something cute and simple. love this guy

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"Thank ya," Coach Ukai croaked, his jacket already on, a cigarette ready to light between his teeth.

He fit a cap onto his head and lingered at the door, "I'm trainin' that new kid, (L/n)-- I told'ja 'bout them a bit ago- I think."

His brow worked with brief recall, but at the empty look on his coworker's face, he shook his head and lit his habit. He held it loosely out the open gym door.

"Well, that's great you'll finally have some help around there," Mr. Takeda nodded, more than understanding and considerate to his early departure from practice.

He was about to wish him safe travels.

"(L/n)?"

Yuu had a fly-away ball on his hip, a light but noticeable sweat across his smooth features, and a razor-sharp focus on the conversation that wasn't even his to listen to, let alone ask about.

Tennis shoe squeaks and quick shouts filled a delicate silence. Takeda looked to Ukai, plainly conceding to his social authority.

Ukai didn't understand this impolite and sudden interjection, but found it amusing enough to raise a brow at. He grinned and nodded.

"As in (L/n), (F/n)??" Yuu's concentration was intense. He watched listlessly for the earliest sign of confirmation.

Ukai gave a glance to Takeda, who knew no more than him, and gave a chuckly and slow, "Y-eah, what's it matter--,"

He couldn't finish his question, and didn't try, because Yuu's tendency to celebrate good news loudly and quickly was to be expected. It could only be worked around with patience and quiet.

This bundle of energy bounced from Hinata to Tanaka on the nearside of the net, actively ruining two good practice receives.

Yet, his shouting did not give a single clue as to why he cared or why it was worth such a big reaction.

More than curious now, Ukai repeated slower and clearer with crossed arms, "And what's it to ya?"

Both hands slid down the sides of his head, his mind spinning with memories, reprising emotions, and an exorbitant, tingly flood of new hope's possibilities.

"We grew up together," He said mostly to himself.

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ever thought about Haikyuu x y/n who loves horror movies, never gets scared, always enjoys the blood and gore and jumpscares... but PRETENDS to be scared so they can get cuddles, and it's so obvious they're faking being scared bc they just want cuddles <3

a/n ٩( ᐖ)و weeeeee list of links 🔗

Teases the bloody fuck outa you

tsukishima, kuroo, atsumu,

believes you

hinata, yamaguchi, yachi, Tanaka, ushijima, asahi

Plays along

sugawara, daichi, kenma, osamu, tendou, kiyoko

Laughs at you

Nishinoya, saeko, Terushima