#nishinoya yuu fic
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stellar-haikyuu ¡ 2 days ago
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in my dreams ☆ nishinoya yuu x reader
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synopsis: in a world where soulmates exist, you’re not entirely sure what you’re destined for…until your dreams become reality. details: fluff | soulmates au | song fic | strangers to lovers | ~1.8k words | gn! reader | timeskip! nishinoya | my entry for @phantasmaebg warnings: this is my first time doing a soulmates thing and i’ve had a bit of a writing slump recently, so please bear with me!
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Soulmates have long been a point of contention in your world.
Every pair is destined to share a unique “power.” Some people can share emotions or senses, read each others’ minds, have similar words written somewhere on their bodies, and whatever else you can imagine. 
The only definitive confirmation is what most call a zing—a short-lived, electrifying feeling when partners hold hands for the first time.
In theory, the idea of having a “forever partner” was lovely. Your parents are a prime example of the lifelong bond most people dream of having.
On the flip side? Some relationships have crashed and burned, despite being confirmed matches. Others have thrown out the idea entirely, choosing their hearts over fate.
Where do you fit in all of this? You don’t know. You’ve spent most of your life being pulled in both directions.
Your family is hopeful—eager, even—that you’ll continue their successful story. It’s pressuring, to say the least, not to mention terrifying.
What if your destined partner doesn’t believe in soulmates? 
What if the person you grow to love is hell-bent on looking for their soulmate?
What if you never meet your soulmate in your whole lifetime?
What if…
You don’t even want to think about it; nothing is certain and that exhausts you.
The only comfort you have is your dreams, where you feel free to exist. 
Ever since you were a child, you never understood how people could forget their dreams. Yours were incredibly vivid; the images lingered long enough for you to draw them in detail.
You easily recalled the way sunlight dances on crystal-clear waters, the soft whisper of wind through leaves, the fineness of the sand beneath your feet, the kaleidoscope of colors in the night sky, and how grand architectural feats towered over you.
You longed to see all of it with your own eyes.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t that simple. Traveling was a luxury for your family, and they weren’t the adventurous type either. The only thing you could do was create a bucket list of places you hoped to visit as an adult.
While most people desire to traverse the globe, there was something about yours that felt…different. You’ve dreamed of places and people that you’ve never seen before.
At first, you assumed they must have come from random glimpses of magazines lying around the house, or pictures your teachers had shown in class.
Then things got even weirder.
At some point in high school, new locations started appearing in your dreams. Gyms, volleyball courts, and stadiums. The exact same ones, over and over again.
A particularly beautiful girl started appearing more too. Slowly, more people joined her—at least thirteen more, if your count was accurate. You didn’t recognize any of them, but their unique voices stayed with you. 
While they were mostly pleasant dreams, it was still unsettling. You ended up asking your parents about it, but they quickly leaped to conclusions. "It’s probably connected to your soulmate!" they said, excitement lighting their faces.
It wasn’t exactly the reaction you expected, but thankfully, it pushed them to be more supportive of your dreams to travel. 
Eventually, the volleyball dreams faded, just as you started pursuing a degree in journalism. At last, you were carving a path to the life you’d always wanted—one where your curiosity could take you beyond the limits of your hometown.
You were one step closer to finally exploring the world.
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A few years after graduating, you’ve been lucky enough to land a job with a well-known travel magazine. 
Apparently, you had an exceptional portfolio; your words alone were capable of painting the clearest pictures in the readers’ minds. It felt surreal to hear this praise, but more than that, it felt right. 
You felt like you were finally where you belonged.
Though you don’t get to choose the destinations for your assignments, it hardly matters. You’ve fallen in love with each place you’ve visited.
Whether exploring the whitewashed buildings of Santorini, cycling through the charming canals of Amsterdam, or basking in the turquoise waters of Boracay, every experience has broadened your horizons. 
Best of all, the company covers most of your travel expenses, so how could you complain?
Yet, one dream continues to elude you—the lantern festival.
For years, you’ve been enamored by its magic, picturing the moment hundreds of glowing lanterns fill the night sky. 
It’s been at the top of your bucket list since childhood. You’ve researched every detail: the best time to visit, the most stunning viewpoints, even the perfect wish to write on delicate paper. You’ve imagined the feeling of releasing your lantern so many times that it’s become second nature to dream about it, over and over.
Perhaps that’s why, as much as you’ve traveled, there’s a lingering ache in your chest. A small part of you feels incomplete, as if something is waiting for you there.
And then, one night, something in your dreams begins to shift.
You find yourself in the familiar scene of the festival, surrounded by the warm glow of lanterns. As always, you write your wish on the translucent paper: achieve my dreams and live a fulfilling life with no regrets.
But this time, something is different.
Beside your neatly written wish, there’s something new. Foreign characters—delicate strokes of Japanese script—appear as if they were always meant to be there. The ink feels familiar, though you don’t recall writing it.
Confused but curious, you prepare to lift the lantern. That’s when you notice you’re not alone.
Someone is with you. Their presence is so natural that it doesn’t feel strange, even though you can’t see their face. Together, you hold the lantern between you, your hands brushing as you gently release it into the air. The glow reflects in their silhouette, and for a moment, everything feels perfect. 
When you wake, the dream lingers. The feeling of their hand against yours stays etched in your mind, warm and tangible in a way none of your dreams have ever been.
You can’t shake the feeling that these fragments are leading you somewhere, like pieces of a puzzle waiting to fall into place.
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You really hate delayed flights; you wouldn’t be running and panting now if things had gone as planned.
To be fair, the situation wasn’t anyone’s fault. A coworker unexpectedly fell sick, so you were asked to fill in and cover the annual Yi Peng Lantern Festival in Thailand at the last minute. 
Despite the frantic circumstances, you suppose it was a blessing in disguise.
Lungs burning, you finally arrive at the festival venue. The paper lanterns have already started to float into the night sky like glowing stars. You hope you’re not too late.
At the registration booth, you show the ticket your coworker had purchased in advance, only to encounter a new problem.
“We are very sorry, but there has been a shortage of lanterns,” the stationed employee explains. “There were a lot of walk-ins this evening. Would you be willing to wait? We are still looking for available vendors.”
You hum to yourself, thinking about what to do. Though it would have been nice, you suppose you didn’t need to release a lantern to write the article.
“Okay-”
“Share?” 
The sudden voice beside you makes you jolt.
Turning, you see a man with a bright, toothy grin. He points to his lantern, which looks a little big for him. It’s kind of adorable, now that you think about it.
“Me?” You point to yourself. “You want to share your lantern with me?”
“Yeah. So you happy. Uh, sorry, my English is not that good,” he says sheepishly.
You wave your hand dismissively. “It’s okay. Don’t worry, I understand you.”
“Great. Let’s go!” He gestures toward the crowd.
You bow to the event employee and thank him before following the stranger to a quieter spot.
“This is okay?” He looks back at you.
“Yup,” you reply. “Thank you so much.”
“Welcome. Here, write the wish.” He hands you a black marker.
Taking it, you select a blank area and write your wish down without a second thought. You’ve done this a hundred times in your dreams.
As you return the marker, you catch a glimpse of his wish. They’re written in Japanese script—the same characters you’ve seen in your dreams.
Wait.
Wait.
Your heart skips a beat as the realization hits.
The man notices your sudden silence and looks at your wish. He freezes, his expression unreadable.
“Uh,” you look at all the people around you, hoping to break the silence. “So, let’s get our lantern flying?”
“Yeah!” He positions himself at one end of the lantern. “Ready?”
Grabbing the other end, you nod.
“Three, two, one, up!”
Together, you release the lantern. It floats gently into the sky, joining the sea of glowing lights.
It’s breathtaking—something you’ll never forget.
“Thank you, uh, what’s your name?”
“My name?” He points to himself. “Nishinoya Yuu. Nickname is Noya.”
“Noya?” 
He enthusiastically gives you a thumbs-up. “Yes, Noya! And you are?”
You share your name, and he repeats it. You don’t know why, but you love the way it sounds on his tongue. He seems happy to have gotten your name right on the first try too.
“I feel like I just got déjà vu,” you comment, gazing at the sky.
“Decha what?”
“Déjà vu,” you explain. “Uh, it feels like I saw this happen before. In a dream.”
At your admission, something shifts in the atmosphere.
“Dream?” He furrows his eyebrows. “Dream, like sleeping?”
You nod at him, gesturing to everything going on around you. “I dreamed of this many times.”
Noya’s gaze remains fixed on you as he responds. “Me too. I dream of this. Many times.”
You glance at his bag, noticing a volleyball hanging from it. You’re immediately reminded of your high school dreams.
Were your parents right all along? 
Could it be?
“How about last night?” Your voice lowers. “Did you dream of fireworks?”
He gasps, eyes widening. “Yes. Beach fireworks.”
It can’t be a coincidence anymore.
“It’s you.” You can’t wipe the grin off of your face. “You’re the one.”
“The one?” Noya tilts his head.
You pause, wondering how he’ll react to your suggestion. “Soulmate?” 
For a moment, he stares at you, and you wonder if you’ve gone too far. You hope he doesn’t think you’re crazy.
However, before you can take your words back, he steps forward and takes both your hands in his.
Almost immediately, something surges through your body, like some sort of warm, vitalizing energy.
The zing.
You can’t tear your eyes away from each other, and you can see the same astonishment reflected in his.
“Soulmate,” Noya whispers. “Dream soulmate.”
And for once in your life, things start to make sense.
“Yeah, it’s you. You’re the one in my dreams.”
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kiesbrainjuice ¡ 6 months ago
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hi! req- hq charaters reaction to finding out yn sleeps always hugging a pillow
please feel no rush/pressure for this and take care of yourself :)
-- HQ BOYS SEEING YOU HUGGING YOUR PILLOW AT NIGHT !
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syn : hq boys seeing you hugging your pillow as you waited for them at night
wc : 6.5k
tw : none ! pure fluff
a/n : thanks for your request and support !! I love the idea ! I dunno if what I did was what you asked precisely but enjoy reading <3
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The room was dark, the only light coming from the moon peeking through the thin curtains. The soft hum of the city outside was a constant lullaby, a distant reminder that life continued even as you lay alone in bed. You had been waiting for him, but sleep had crept in like a thief, stealing the time you intended to spend awake, waiting for his return. The bed felt vast and empty without him, a hollow space that you tried to fill with the embrace of your pillow. It wasn’t the same, but it was all you had in his absence.
Half-asleep, you clung to the pillow, its soft fabric a poor substitute for the warmth and solidity of his body. Your mind floated in the strange space between dreams and wakefulness, where thoughts and images blend into an incoherent but oddly comforting haze. In your dreamlike state, you could almost feel his presence, imagine his arms around you, his breath against your neck. The thought made you smile even in your semi-conscious state, a fleeting expression of contentment that lingered on your lips.
Then you heard the soft click of the front door, the creak of the floorboards under his familiar weight. He was home. The thought cut through your drowsiness, stirring you enough to be aware of the moment but not fully awake. You kept your eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, savoring the anticipation of his touch, the reassurance that he was finally here.
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You felt the bed dip as he sat down beside you. His movements were careful, considerate, as if he didn’t want to wake you. But you were already awake, your senses attuned to him in a way that felt almost instinctual. He leaned over, and you could feel his gaze on you, a soft, loving presence that enveloped you even in the darkness.
“You’re always hugging your pillow,” he whispered, his voice a gentle murmur that brushed against the edges of your consciousness. There was amusement in his tone, a fondness that made your heart swell.
You felt his hand on your shoulder, a light, reassuring touch that sent a ripple of warmth through you. He gently pried the pillow from your grasp, replacing it with his body as he slid in behind you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, and you nestled into him with a contented sigh. The pillow forgotten, you let yourself be enveloped by his warmth, his presence, the familiar rhythm of his breathing.
“I missed you,” you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep. It was a simple statement, but it carried all the weight of the hours spent waiting, the moments of loneliness that melted away now that he was here.
“I missed you too,” he replied, his voice a soft rumble that vibrated through your back where it pressed against his chest. He kissed the back of your neck, a tender gesture that sent shivers down your spine.
You lay there in silence for a while, wrapped up in each other. His hand traced gentle patterns on your skin, a soothing motion that lulled you back towards sleep. You could feel the tension of the day melting away, replaced by a profound sense of peace. With him beside you, the world felt right again.
“Why do you always hug your pillow?” he asked after a while, his tone curious but light. You could hear the smile in his voice, feel it in the way his body relaxed against yours.
“It’s a poor substitute for you,” you admitted, turning your head slightly to catch a glimpse of his face. Even in the dim light, you could see the affection in his eyes, the gentle curve of his lips.
He chuckled softly, the sound a warm caress. “I’ll have to make sure I’m home on time more often, then.”
You smiled, closing your eyes and letting his words wash over you. “I’d like that.”
His grip tightened slightly, a silent promise that he would. You settled back into the comfortable silence, your breaths synchronizing, your hearts beating in time. The city outside continued its endless hum, but in your little cocoon, everything was perfect.
As you drifted back to sleep, you felt his hand slide up to cover yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. You squeezed his hand gently.
AKAASHI, KENMA, KITA, IWAIZUMI, KAGEYAMA
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You felt the bed dip as he sat down beside you, his movements deliberate and gentle. There was a pause, a moment where you could sense his gaze on you, taking in the sight of you hugging the pillow like it was a lifeline. You stayed still, savoring the comfort of knowing he was there.
A soft chuckle broke the silence, and you felt his fingers lightly tap your shoulder. “You’re always hugging that pillow,” he said, his voice a mix of amusement and affection.
Before you could respond, he leaned over and winked at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. His grin widened, and suddenly, he wrestled the pillow from your grasp, pulling it away with a playful flourish.
“Hey!” you protested, your eyes fluttering open, more awake now from the unexpected action. You reached out, trying to grab the pillow back, but he held it just out of reach, laughing softly.
“What’s this?” he teased, holding the pillow up like a trophy. “Is this my competition? Am I being replaced by a pillow?”
You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound mingling with his in the dim room. “It’s your fault for being late,” you shot back, trying to snatch the pillow again.
He deftly moved it aside, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your forehead. “Oh, really? And here I thought you’d be waiting up for me.”
“I tried,” you admitted, your voice softening. “But I got sleepy.”
He finally relented, tossing the pillow aside and sliding into bed next to you. “Well, I’m here now,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “No more pillow hugs. Only me.”
You snuggled into his embrace, the warmth of his body a welcome contrast to the coolness of the pillow. “I guess you’ll do,” you teased, your voice muffled against his chest.
His fingers traced lazy circles on your back, a soothing motion that made your eyes flutter shut again. “Just ‘do,’ huh?” he murmured, his tone playful. “I’ll have to work on that.”
“You’re perfect,” you whispered, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” he replied, his voice a soft rumble that vibrated through you. “Next time, I’ll try to be home sooner.”
You lay there in silence for a while, the city’s distant noises fading into the background. His presence was a balm, soothing the restlessness that had plagued your sleep. You felt his breath against your hair, the steady rise and fall of his chest under your hand.
“So,” he said after a while, his tone light and teasing, “do I need to be worried about that pillow? Should I be jealous?”
You laughed again, the sound low and sleepy. “No, you’re safe. The pillow’s just a poor substitute for you.”
“Good to know,” he said, his voice filled with mock seriousness. “Because I’m not about to lose to a pillow.”
You smiled, the corners of your mouth lifting as you settled deeper into his embrace. “You’re irreplaceable.”
He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment. “So are you,” he whispered.
The pillow lay forgotten at the foot of the bed, a silent testament to the playful moment you’d shared. As you drifted back to sleep, you felt his hold tighten slightly, his presence grounding you in a way nothing else could.
KUROO, NISHINOYA, SUNA, YAMAMOTO, BOKUTO, ATSUMU
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The bed dipped slightly as he sat down beside you. There was a pause, a moment of stillness where you could sense him watching you. You lay there, half-asleep, hugging your pillow in the absence of his embrace.
A soft sigh escaped him, and you felt the faint brush of his fingers against your shoulder. “Really?” he muttered, his voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and something else. He crossed his arms, and you could sense the shift in his mood even before he spoke again.
“Hey,” he said, louder this time, jostling your shoulder gently. “Wake up.”
You stirred, your eyes fluttering open to find him looking down at you, a slight frown creasing his brow. His arms were crossed, and he was pouting in a way that would have been comical if not for the underlying seriousness.
“Why are you always hugging that pillow?” he asked, his tone a mix of complaint and curiosity. “Am I that easy to replace?”
You blinked, still groggy from sleep, and tried to sit up. “What? No, of course not,” you said, rubbing your eyes. “I just… I was waiting for you, and I fell asleep.”
He uncrossed his arms, but the pout remained. “And the pillow gets to be your cuddle buddy? I’m feeling a little jealous here.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his playful complaint, reaching out to touch his arm. “I missed you. The pillow was just… it’s not the same.”
He sighed, but his expression softened. “You know, I come home expecting a warm welcome, and here you are, all cozy with your pillow.”
You laughed softly, the sound still thick with sleep. “I’m sorry. I promise it’s not as good as you.”
He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his attempt to stay stern. “You better mean that.”
You reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer. “Come here. Show me why you’re irreplaceable.”
He allowed himself to be pulled, sliding into bed beside you. His arms wrapped around you, and you nestled into his familiar warmth, the pillow forgotten at the edge of the bed. “I guess I can forgive you this time,” he said, his voice softening.
You leaned into him, the steady beat of his heart a comforting rhythm against your ear. “I’ll make it up to you.”
His hold tightened slightly, his breath warm against your hair. “You’d better.”
You lay there in the quiet, the earlier tension dissolving into the darkness. His presence was a balm, soothing the restlessness that had plagued your sleep. You felt his fingers gently stroke your back, a familiar and comforting gesture.
“So,” he said after a moment, his tone lighter, “why the pillow, anyway? Am I not cuddly enough?”
You smiled, closing your eyes and savoring the feel of him beside you. “You’re perfect. The pillow’s just a stand-in until you get home.”
He hummed softly, his chest vibrating against your cheek. “Well, I’m here now. No more pillow hugging.”
“Deal,” you whispered, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you.
TSUKISHIMA, LEV, USHIJIMA, OIKAWA, HOSHIUMI, GOSHIKI
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The bed dipped slightly as he sat down beside you. There was a pause, a moment of stillness where you could sense him watching you. You lay there, half-asleep, hugging your pillow in the absence of his embrace.
After a moment, you felt the bed shift as he sat down beside you. The faint glow of the moonlight revealed the hesitant look on his face. He was fidgeting with his hands, his fingers twisting together nervously.
He sighed softly, his voice quiet and hesitant when he finally spoke. “Do you not like cuddling with me?” he asked, his tone filled with uncertainty. “I hope I haven’t done anything to make you uncomfortable. Let me know if there’s something I can do to make it better.”
His words cut through the haze of your sleep, bringing you fully awake. You opened your eyes, finding him looking down at his hands, his expression a mix of worry and vulnerability. Your heart ached at the sight, and you reached out to touch his arm gently.
“No, it’s not that at all,” you said softly, sitting up and turning to face him. “I love cuddling with you. I was just waiting for you, and I fell asleep. The pillow… it’s not a replacement for you. It’s just something to hold onto until you get home.”
He glanced up, his eyes searching yours for sincerity. “Really?”
“Really,” you assured him, taking his hand in yours. “You’re irreplaceable. I’ve missed you so much tonight.”
His shoulders relaxed slightly, but the worry didn’t completely leave his eyes. “I just… I don’t want you to feel like you have to turn to something else because I’m not enough.”
You squeezed his hand, shaking your head. “You’re more than enough. You make everything better just by being here.”
He nodded slowly, a small smile beginning to form on his lips. “I’m sorry for doubting. It’s just… seeing you like that, I worried I wasn’t doing enough.”
“You’re doing more than enough,” you said firmly, pulling him into an embrace. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”
He held you tightly, his arms wrapping around you with a newfound determination. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with relief. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t,” you replied, resting your head against his chest. “We’re in this together.”
You stayed like that for a moment, the silence between you comfortable and reassuring. His hand gently stroked your back, and you could feel the tension leaving his body as he relaxed into the embrace.
“Can we… can we just stay like this for a while?” he asked quietly, his voice hesitant once more.
“Of course,” you replied, leaning into him. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
You lay down together, his arms securely around you, and you nestled into his warmth. The pillow lay forgotten at the edge of the bed, its presence no longer needed. In his embrace, you felt safe, loved, and complete.
As the minutes passed, you felt sleep begin to claim you once more, but this time it was a peaceful, contented sleep. With him by your side, the world felt right again.
“I love you,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.
“I love you too,” you replied, your voice soft and full of emotion. “Always.”
UKAI, KAGEYAMA, YAKU, EITA, SUGAWARA, ASAHI
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After a moment of quiet, I felt his gentle touch on my shoulder. When I opened my eyes, I found him looking down at me with a soft, dreamy smile. His eyes were warm, filled with affection as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face.
“Hey,” he said softly, his voice tender. “You’re so beautiful.”
I blinked up at him, surprised by the intensity of his gaze. “I was just waiting for you,” I murmured, feeling a bit self-conscious under his attentive gaze.
He shook his head slowly, his fingers continuing to brush my hair back with a loving, almost reverent touch. “I’m sorry I’m late. I didn’t mean to make you wait. But seeing you like this… you’re just so cute, and peaceful.”
I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, warmth spreading through me at his praise. “You’re making me blush, what happen today?” I said, smiling shyly but confused.
He chuckled softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I can’t help it. You’re just so amazing. I love seeing you like this, even if it’s only with a pillow.”
“It’s not the same as having you here,” I said, reaching up to cup his face with my hand. “I missed you.”
His expression softened even further, his eyes sparkling with tenderness. “I missed you too. You’re the most beautiful person I know, and I don’t say it enough. Just seeing you here, like this… it makes me realize how lucky I am.”
He settled beside me, his arms wrapping around me with a warmth that instantly chased away the chill of the night. His touch was gentle and reassuring, a perfect contrast to the emptiness I had felt earlier. “You make everything better just by being you,” he whispered.
I snuggled into his embrace, feeling the tension of the day dissolve as his warmth surrounded me. “Thank you,” I said softly, resting my head against his chest. “That means a lot.”
“You’re welcome,” he murmured, his voice filled with a deep, genuine affection. “I’m just glad I’m here now, and I want you to know how much I cherish you.”
We lay together in the quiet, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my back, the earlier worry replaced by a deep sense of peace. The pillow, now pushed aside, was a forgotten relic of the time spent waiting. In its place, I had the real thing—his warmth, his presence, his love.
“Promise me you’ll always tell me if you’re feeling lonely or need anything,” he said quietly, his breath warm against my hair.
“I promise,” I replied, feeling a wave of contentment wash over me. “And you promise to come home on time more often?”
He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to my hair. “I promise. I’ll do my best.”
AKAASHI, OSAMU, SUGAWARA, USHIJIMA
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A soft chuckle broke the quiet, and you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You slowly opened your eyes to find him looking down at you with a playful grin. His eyes crinkled at the corners, clearly amused by what he saw.
“You look so adorable hugging that pillow!” he said, his voice light and joyful. “I might get a little jealous.”
You blinked, the sleepiness slowly lifting from your mind as you turned to face him. “Jealous? Of a pillow?”
“Absolutely,” he replied with a mischievous glint in his eye. “It seems like that pillow’s got a pretty good gig going here.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound mingling with his. “Well, it’s not exactly the same as you.”
He leaned closer, his smile widening. “I should hope not. I wouldn’t want to be replaced by a pillow, after all.”
He reached out and gently took the pillow from your grasp, tossing it aside with a playful flourish. As he settled beside you, his arm slid around your waist, pulling you close.
“You know,” he said, his voice softening as he rested his chin on the top of your head, “seeing you like this—so cute and cozy with the pillow—it just makes me want to squeeze you even more.”
You snuggled into his embrace, feeling the warmth and security of his presence. “Well, I’m glad you’re home,” you murmured, your voice filled with contentment.
“Me too,” he said, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “I wouldn’t want to miss out on moments like this.”
You smiled, feeling a sense of complete peace as you settled into his arms. The pillow lay forgotten at the edge of the bed, no longer needed now that you had him.
HINATA, BOKUTO, TENDOU, ATSUMU
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lele-11 ¡ 25 days ago
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When they like you
Hinata
I definitely see him that when he first saw you, he would be like in awe and so flustered. But after he gets over that stage, he would be such a sweetheart to you. Literally just showering you with compliments and subtly hinting his small crush. And overall just so sweet.
Kageyama
Bro, this dude - I CANT EVEN
He’s already a bit socially awkward, imagine him with a CRUSH? His brain will be having a BIG ASS ERROR. Like he would stop functioning and wouldn’t be able to form a proper sentence. He would definitely not be the way to start a conversation so you have to be the one to start the convo.
Tsukishima
When he realizes his feelings, he would just be like 😐 fuck feelings. He just so clueless what to do or how to make a move, so do you know he does instead, he teases you and makes stupid remarks. yup. Honestly, though I can imagine him like being a tad bit meaner than others cause he doesn’t know what else to do, but he definitely knows when he’s gone too far.
Yamaguchi
OK, so the first time meeting you he would definitely be a shy boy, but after processing would be just so sweet and kind. He wouldn’t be like overboard. He drop small compliments and cherish things, and just generally be so nice and sweet.
Tanaka + Nishinoya
I can definitely imagine these two having a crush and acting the same or similar. But they would definitely complement you a lot they would offer to help with stuff. And basically anything you do they like crazy like they adore you.
Daichi 
Out of all the karasuno members he would act the most mature about it. Like once he realizes feelings, he would definitely try to make small talk. Every chance he gets to. He would always like helping you and be like friends. He would definitely give small hints of his feelings and is definitely able to hold a decent conversation without being flustered and stuff.
Sugawara
I feel like he would be similar to Daichi. He would be like so caring and he would try talking to you, but I feel like he’s more like tries to give you stuff with kindness to charm you. He would definitely be more like embarrassed or flustered around you, but is still able to hold a conversation well.
Asahi
It would take him so long until he can talk to you. I mean he can barely even do a volleyball game without freaking out. Imagine a crush?? I feel like you would have to be the one to approach him because he would have a panic attack. But if he is able to talk to you, he would just give subtle compliments and be really sweet. you would definitely have to be the one to make a move though.
(omg its been so long since my last post ughh mb 😓😓)
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noyasmashing ¡ 10 months ago
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Asking Haikyuu!! Characters Out
CW: Nishinoya, Hinata, Yamaguchi, Kenma, Sugawara, lots of blushing, no nsfw this time!
A/N: Been dying to write about more Kenma so ofc I had to sneak him in there
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Nishinoya: If Nishinoya had a crush on you, he'd be completely delusional about it, and to make matters worse, Tanaka would only encourage him. Did you ask him what day it was in class? Yep, according to him, you're head over heels but too shy to admit it.
And despite all his bravado, he'd be utterly taken aback if you asked him out on a date. Picture red ears, stuttering words, and avoiding your gaze out of sheer nerves.
Once you're deep in conversation on your date, he'd start with the cheesiest pickup lines. If you happened to bite your lip, he'd insist on kissing it better. I wouldn't be surprised if this man proposed to you with a candy ring pop.
But when it's just the two of you, his confident façade would vanish. He'd become all whiny and desperate for your touch. Pinning him against a wall and kissing him would literally make his knees buckle.
Yamaguchi: While Yamaguchi tends to be shy around others, he can become quite chatty when you catch him alone without Tsukishima around. I have a feeling he'd be really into J-pop/K-pop, so if you share that interest, you guys would hit it off instantly.
When you started talking more, he might have assumed it was because you liked Tsukishima. But if you were to ask him on a date? Oh boy, he'd be giggling all shyly.
Of course, he'd probably suggest going to a cafe or an arcade. A cafe date would feel incredibly romantic to him—sitting across from you, sipping a warm latte, engaging in good conversation—it would make him weak in the knees.
Walking him home after and planting a kiss on his lips would catch him off guard. He'd be nervous, worried you might think he's inexperienced and tease him, so he'd try to act like he knows what he's doing.
But if you were to place a hand on his hip and deepen the kiss, he'd pull away, confessing that he likes you so much, and he’s scared that you might not like him back if he’s a bad kisser.
Hinata: Even if Hinata was head over heels for you, that poor boy can be incredibly clueless. Lost in the world of volleyball, if you suggest doing something together, he might just ask you to set for him. 🤦‍♀️
Later on, when someone finally clues him in that you were hinting at something romantic, he'd feel so bad! He'd show up at your desk with your favorite drink and candy in hand, suggesting to go downtown for some fun shopping!
When you guys do go out in public, he'd get incredibly bashful if you wanted to hold his hand. A cool, pretty person like you wanting to hold him?? He'd be over the moon. When you two lock hands or even just link pinkies, he'd feel so calm and secure, never wanting to let go.
Kenma: Kenma could be silently obsessed with you for years without saying a word. It'd be incredibly hard to read him, making it tough to decide whether to make a move.
But when you finally do, he'd give you the warmest smile that instantly erases any doubts you had. However, being shy, he'd prefer to do something at home.
He'd absolutely love baking with you! Creating silly cakes resembling Minecraft or another video game he's into would be a blast for him, and it'd be quite humorous too!
Once your creations are ready for tasting, he'd become shy if you tried to feed him. He couldn't help feeling mushy and embarrassed as he opened his lips for a bite. And if you swiped frosting off his cheek? His whole face would turn red, and he'd want to curl up into a ball.
Sugawara: Sugawara often struggles with feeling like less of a teammate for not being in the starting lineup. So, receiving special attention from someone as attractive and cool in his eyes as you would completely blow his mind.
If you were to ask him to spend quality time together? He'd plan the sweetest little picnic and nature walk. On the outside, he'd act chill and fun, but deep down, he'd be freaking out.
And if you casually complimented him? Oh boy, his face would turn as red as Tendo's hair, trying not to lose his cool. The way you praise him so casually, as if he should know how amazing he is, makes him feel incredibly special. He'd just want to be wrapped in your arms while you showered him with kisses all over.
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hikikaimar ¡ 11 months ago
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haikyuu boys bff hcs
atsumu, kenma, oikawa, nishinoya x reader
atsumu totally sends you pics of expensive ass rings all the time, and he’s like “i think this one would look good on u :)”. after the seventh time of him doing that you just text back “please stop walking in jewelry stores just to take pictures of the rings then walk out .”
kenma has yachi’s number for one reason and one reason only. she tells him whenever you want anything. then he’ll get it and when you’re like “who tf got this?? for me??” he acts like he has no clue. but he’s actually really happy because you’re happy.
oikawa does a skincare routine with you every sunday. he says it’s because he “has to look good for his fans”, but it’s really because he enjoys the way you tense up a bit when he gets a little too close so you can apply his clay face mask. 
nishinoya would randomly jump on you. like just straight up attack you at 15:02 on a saturday. he claims it’s out of love, but your (sore) body on the ground, trying to survive with him on top of you, says differently.
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ghost-recs ¡ 10 months ago
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CAN I ASK FOR YAKU OR NISHINOYA RECS IF U HAVE SOME⁉️
OF COURSE!! and why not both? my favorite liberos getting much deserved love💕
Nishinoya Recs
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when you go away, i still see you by @kisskawa
synopsis: summer after graduation meant new beginnings, but it also meant goodbyes. however, you hope that some things never change.
i love the way this is written sm, fluffy oneshot with a tinge of angst.
thinking started feeling like burning by Grae_Coltrane [ao3]
synopsis: you had always thought you knew what would grant you happiness in life. but six years after graduation, you find yourself in front of your ex's house without a thought or feeling left in your body.
ngl, i was a little skeptical about this one, but it turned out to be so so cute! i love the way this is written, and noya is literally the sweetest little tornado! (thank you lovely anon for the recommendation!)
Bruises by Emocean (orphan_account) [ao3]
synopsis: you decided that soulmates are overrated, as yet another deep dark bruise appears on your body.
soulmate au in which the injuries your soulmate gets appears on your body as well, cute little oneshot!
Split Lives by GhostiMoth [ao3]
synopsis: you hate to think how slow and boring your life has gotten. after living a day in the body of your soulmate, hopefully that will change.
soulmate au where you and your soulmate switch bodies for the day, wholesome oneshot living the life of nishinoya.
Your Biggest Fan by queenofhyrule [ao3]
synopsis: being late to one of the most important games in nishinoya's career was not ideal, but the reason why was worth it.
best friends that obviously simp for each other, warning it gets spicier throughout (not totally sure how i feel about the ending, but still cute)
Strawberry Cream by skeletiddies [ao3]
synopsis: nishinoya takes tanaka's advice on how to confess to you, but things go horribly wrong.
crack oneshot, but a happy ending! this took me off guard, but made me laugh.
Bad Sleeping Habits by @oreosmama
synopsis: you and noya never know what to expect from each other before going to sleep.
just some short drabbles of the weird things you and noya do in your sleep, crack.
Yaku Recs
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untitled: cloud 9 by @writingbymoonlight
synopsis: yaku shouldn't be held accountable for the way he acts around you.
coffee shop au, adorable oneshot that made fall for flustered yaku.
another untitled oneshot by @shoulmate
synopsis: yaku will take the disses if it means you will reveal what you truly think.
cute lil oneshot that i frequently occasionally think about.
Begin Again by hyuniebaby [ao3]
synopsis: after a toxic relationship, you're not used to being treated in the way you deserve.
YAKU IS A GENTLEMAN .
Burnt Out by 3rdgymmanager [ao3]
synopsis: yaku will respect your decision to quit volleyball, but not without some effort to persuade you otherwise.
oneshot that is purely yaku being the best supporter
If Only I Were Selfish by ThisNoodleWrites [ao3]
synopsis: yaku's biggest regret is that he wasn't selfish when it came to you, but time has given him a second chance.
timeskip oneshot with some reflections back to yaku's high school days, sweet happy ending.
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warlocksoup ¡ 4 months ago
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into the spider-verse: nishinoya yuu
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volume one, chapter two: calls
word count: 2.5k
masterlist | main masterlist | taglist
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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.”
🕸 。𖦹°‧✩。🕷˚⋆。
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.
🕸 。𖦹°‧✩。🕷˚⋆。
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.
🕸 。𖦹°‧✩。🕷˚⋆。
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 [email protected] 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.
🕸 。𖦹°‧✩。🕷˚⋆。
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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sierra-r-a-e ¡ 7 months ago
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PervyCollegeRoommate!Nishinoya x fem!Reader
wc: 4.3k
cw: PWP (porn with a little bit of plot), male (kinda) and female masturbation, Oral sex (male and female receiving), PIV sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), breeding kink if you squint really hard, (Let me know if I missed any)
Btw, I know 'Nishinoya' is his last name, but pretend it's his first for the sake of this story 😭🙏
MDNI under the cut
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You and Nishinoya had been friends since your first year in high school, meeting through your mutual love for volleyball. As time went on, the two of you grew closer, eventually becoming best friends. You two had decided to live in a small apartment together after high school.
Said apartment was a 10-minute commute to your shared college on foot. It was cheap enough, due to the two splitting the cost on all of the bills. Plus, it was in a decently convenient spot-- not too far from the college, nor your respective jobs.
Nishinoya hadn't changed much since high school, nor had your dynamic; he was absolutely whipped for you, and you were utterly oblivious. You had felt the same for years, though you never chose to acknowledge it, fearing that it would ruin your friendship.
Though you never saw it, he would aways sneak glances of your ass if he walked behind you up the stairs, or just in general. If you wore a tight or low-cut shirt, you better believe that he was taking peeks of your cleavage, or looking at the way the shirt perfectly shaped your breasts.
You two were sophomores in college when the invisible barrier that had prevented you from crossing the line of friendship, inevitably tumbled down in just one night.
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It was around 2am when Nishinoya woke up with particularly dry mouth, that's when he decided to head to the kitchen to grab a drink. Nothing was out of the ordinary at first, the apartment was quiet, so he figured that you had already drifted off to sleep.
It was only when he headed back down the hallway to get to his room, glass of water in hand, that he heard some whimpers coming from your room. At first, he thought you were crying, so he contemplated knocking on your door to check up on you. He stepped closer to your room, hand raised to knock-- when he heard soft moaning, and his name ?
The realization of what you were actually doing hit him like a truck, his face turned red, and he quietly backed away from the door. His mind was racing a mile a minute, he had just heard you moaning-- and not only that, he was sure it was his name that had just come out of your mouth.
Then, he sat his water down on a nearby table, carefully stepping back up to the door. He looked down, seeing that his dick was already half-hard in his basketball shorts. He tilted his head back up, gently pressing his ear to the door.
He heard you softly moaning and whimpering still, but then he heard it again-- his name coming out of your mouth in a moan. He held back a groan at the sound, his cock now being fully hard and begging to be touched. To him, it was practically a dream come true, finding out that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.
He knew it was wrong to listen to you like this, but he didn't care, in fact, that made it all the more exciting to him. His hand came down to palm his dick through his shorts as he bit back a soft moan. He couldn't get enough of the sounds you were making, though he wished it was him drawing those pleasured sounds out of you instead.
He imagined what you looked like right now, your legs spread, two of your fingers stuffing your sopping wet pussy, face contorted in ecstasy, lips parted as moans escaped your throat.
His dick twitched as it began to leak into his boxers, needing to be sucked by your warm, wet mouth. He was barely able to contain his small whimpers as he practically jerked himself off through the thin layers of clothing.
"Nishinoya, please~", he heard you moan, that was his final straw. He grabbed the handle to your door, turning it and swiftly stepping inside your room. You practically jumped out of your skin seeing him step into your room while you were doing something so utterly dirty, especially since you had been moaning his name the entire time.
You quickly pulled up the blanket to cover yourself, your mind filled with thoughts of embarrassment, shame, and worry; praying to a higher being that he didn't hear you. "O- oh my god, Nishinoya!" You said with a blush coating your cheeks, embarrassment written all over your face, and in the way you tightly clutched the blanket that was covering your naked lower half.
He swallowed hard, slowly steeping towards you, as if he was being cautious. "Shh, it's okay, I-- I heard you out there", he said, now standing by your bed. You covered your face with the blanket once he'd confirmed your worst fear, too ashamed to even look him in the eye. "Shit, I'm sorry I was just--" He cut off your rambling by kneeling on the bed and gently gripping your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face.
"Hey, don't worry. I actually... really liked it." He said, carefully revealing your blushing face to him. You looked up at him with a mix of shock-- and desire. Now that you got a closer look at his face, you could see just how red his cheeks were, and you could see the way he was slightly panting.
"Do you... do you think you could do it again for me?", he asked nervously, really hoping that you'll say yes. Your eyes widened and you could hardly believe what you were hearing; he wanted to hear you moan for him, it didn't even feel real to you.
You didn't know what to say, so you just gently cupped his face and pulled him in for a kiss. You didn't fully place your lips on his yet, more like testing the waters to see how he'd react. He immediately returned the kiss, one of his hands cupping the back of your neck to pull you closer.
He almost immediately ran his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entry. You parted your lips for him, allowing his tongue to slide against your own, letting out a soft moan at the sensation. He groaned in response, his dick twitching at the sound.
His hands were all over you, touching everywhere they could reach; your waist, hips, thighs, until one of them eventually came up to grope your breast. You whined as he kneaded the flesh in his palm, still feeling sensitive from earlier.
After a few seconds, you both broke the kiss for air, and that's when he gently pushed you to lay down against your plush pillows. He looked down at you with eyes not only filled with arousal, but adoration as well. You swooned at the sight, but your thoughts were shortly interrupted when his head dipped down into the crook of your neck, placing small pecks on the sensitive skin.
You moaned at the new sensation, causing his cock to twitch against your leg. He decorated your neck with more kisses, mumbling "You're so pretty," "So beautiful," "So perfect", into your skin. Every sound of pleasure that escaped your mouth caused his body to react even more.
He couldn't hold himself back anymore, he began to slowly grind into your thigh. "Fuck~", he groaned at the feeling, his hips starting to pick up speed. One of his hands caressed up and down your side, eventually slipping under the hem of your shirt. His hand trailed up the sensitive skin of your stomach, finally landing on your breast.
He gently squeezed the soft mound of flesh, before pulling away to tug on the hem of your shirt. He shifted slightly to look you in the eyes, asking for permission to take it off.
You nodded your head, giving into his silent plea, sitting up and allowing him to remove the only piece of clothing on your body, the blanket covering your lower half being the only thing left on you.
"You're beautiful," he said, gently pushing you to lay on your back again. He stared at you with affectionate eyes, taking in the sight of you like this. Your hands found the bottom of his own shirt, pulling on the hem, just as he did to you. "Take yours off too", you softly commanded, to which he immediately obliged.
He shed the piece of clothing, tossing it somewhere on your bed. You ran your hands up and down his sculpted torso, making him shudder underneath your touch. You had seen him shirtless many times over your years of friendship, but you had never had the chance to actually touch him.
To Nishinoya, your touches felt like heaven, they always had, even the small, innocent ones. He leaned down and began pressing kisses to your collarbone, one of his hands finding your waist again. That hand gently ran up and down your skin, as his mouth nipped and sucked at the sensitive flesh of your collarbone, making you whine in desperation.
His kisses slowly trailed lower until his mouth was right on your breast. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud and gently sucking, making you cry out in pleasure.
One of your hands came up to run your fingers through his hair, to which he groaned at the feeling. His own hand which previously rested on your waist, was now making its way lower, slipping under the blanket and roaming over your right thigh. You could feel yourself growing more and more desperate for his touch, beginning to squirm underneath him.
He teasingly ran his fingers across your inner thigh. "Please~", you begged, bucking your hips up into his hand. He groaned softly again at your plea, his hand finally finding your soaked core. He then switched to sucking on the other nipple, using his hand to make you spread your thighs more, before running his thumb up your slit.
Your body jolted at the feeling, he began to thumb at your clit, rubbing slow circles onto the sensitive bud. He removed his mouth from your nipple, trailing kisses down your stomach, never stopping his hand's movements.
He removed the blanket from your body, eventually becoming face to face with your core, the way he looked at it made you blush. "Stop staring", you said quietly, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Sorry, I can't help it, you're just so pretty", he said, placing small pecks on your inner thighs.
He ran two fingers up your slit, gathering your arousal and spreading it all over your clit. He groaned at the sight, before finally diving in. He licked a hot stripe up your core, making you whimper and your body jolt.
Nishinoya began eating you out like you were his last meal, expertly licking and sucking on your clit. "You taste so good", he groaned into your pussy, though it practically came out as a whimper.
He started to rut his hips into your mattress, letting out a soft moan at the stimulation. He had imagined this very thing so many times, jerked himself off to the thought of tasting your sweet pussy. He moaned into your cunt, the sound sending vibrations throughout your core.
He circled his middle finger around your entrance before finally pushing it in. You moaned loudly at the new feeling, absentmindedly tugging on his hair, making him whine with how good it felt.
Shortly after, he added another finger, which easily slipped in due to how wet you were. He began pumping the digits in and out of you at a steady pace, curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot.
It didn't take long before you felt yourself getting closer to release, and hearing Nishinoya's moans as well as the sight of him dry humping your mattress definitely didn't help. Your pussy tightened around his fingers, "Oh, fuck, 'Noya I'm so close~", you whined, feeling the coil in your abdomen close to snapping altogether.
"Cum for me, please," he practically begged, then went right back to licking and sucking on your sensitive clit. His words were all it took to make the coil inside you snap, one of his hands holding your thighs open as they trembled from the intense pleasure. You loudly moaned his name as you came, his fingers and tongue working you through your orgasm.
He slowly pulled away from your still-convulsing cunt, making eye contact with you as he put the two digits that were once inside of you, into his mouth. He moaned and closed his eyes as he did so, savoring the taste of you. You bit your lip at the sight, propped up on your elbows, watching as he sucked on his own fingers that were covered in your slick.
You both were panting slightly as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth. You gently cupped his face and pulled him back up to be eye-level with him. "I wanna make you feel good, too", you said, looking up at him as he hovered over you. He swallowed hard at your words, a small blush coating his cheeks as he said, "Yes... please."
He got off of you, allowing you to sit up. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting in anticipation. You got up from the bed, coming around to stand in front of him. You leaned down slightly, capturing his lips in a kiss. His tongue almost immediately slipped into your mouth, his hands coming to rest on your bare hips. You gently sucked on his tongue, to which he moaned at the feeling, then you pulled away from the kiss.
You leaned down further to his neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive flesh. His grip on your hips tightened, he moaned again and tilted his head slightly, allowing you more access. You began to kiss down his torso, feeling his muscles tensing under your touch.
Eventually, you placed one final kiss on his skin, right above the waistband of his shorts, before fully sitting on your knees. He swears he could've came from the sight alone, seeing your naked body kneeing in front of him, preparing to suck him off, it didn't even feel real.
You rubbed up and down his thighs, your hands slipping underneath the ends of his shorts, caressing his bare skin. His hands gripped the bed sheets tightly, trying to control himself. You made eye contact with him as one of your hands slipped out from under his shorts and came up to gently palm him.
"Fuck-", he hissed, desperately wanting more. You rubbed him through his shorts for a few seconds, then finally moved your hands to his waistband. He lifted his hips up, allowing you to remove his remaining clothing. Your eyes widened slightly at his size, then they landed on his pretty pink tip that was leaking precum.
You carefully took his member into your hand, slowly stroking him. He gasped when you thumbed at his sensitive head, letting out a sound that was something akin to a soft whimper. You began to place kitten licks on his tip, feeling him twitch in your palm.
Finally, you bent down further to lick him from base to tip, coming back up to engulf him in your warm mouth. He moaned loudly as he watched you take him in inch by inch, one of his hands coming up to rest on your head. It took all of his willpower to not just start fucking your throat then and there.
You began bobbing your head up and down on his shaft, one hand jerking off what you couldn't reach with your mouth, and the other squeezing his thigh. You took him all the way into your mouth, making his tip hit the back of your throat. He involuntarily bucked his hips up into you, accidentally making you gag.
Oh, how he had dreamed of this exact sight so many times-- you gagging on his cock, naked on your knees in front of him. He threw his head back and shut his eyes in pleasure as you continued, desperately wanting you watch you, though his body wouldn't allow it.
The hand that once rested on his thigh began trailing down to your core. He looked down once he felt you move your hand, then let out a low moan once he saw that you were touching yourself as well. You slid two fingers into your sopping wet cunt as you sucked him off, moaning around his cock.
Yours moans sent jolts of pleasure straight through his body. He couldn't contain himself anymore, his hips gently thrusted into your mouth, trying not to hurt you. It wasn't long before he felt himself getting closer to his own release, his moans increasing in volume as he made a makeshift ponytail out of your hair with his hand, pulling lightly on the strands.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum-- can I cum down this pretty throat, hm? You gonna let me cum in this mouth of yours?", he asked through a moan, looking down into your eyes. You did your best to nod around his length as he fucked it into your throat, your eyes filling up with tears.
It only took a few more seconds before he was spilling his seed down your throat, warm ropes of it spurting out of his cock. His hips stuttered and he loudly moaned your name as he came, watching you as you worked him through his high. You pulled his now-softening cock out of your mouth, looking up at the male in front of you, who was panting slightly.
He let go of your hair and gently wiped the tears away from your eyes. "That was amazing", he said before pulling you up off your knees and scooting back to lean against your headboard. You smiled at him as he tugged your hand to make you join him on the bed.
He guided you to sit in his lap, eyes filled with adoration and love. Once you were seated comfortably in his lap, he gently cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. A kiss filled with passion and desire for one another, both of you pouring your unspoken feelings into it.
It didn't take long for this kiss to become heated, tongues sliding against each other as they fought for dominance. You felt his dick becoming hard again as the two of you made out. Then, he swiftly flipped the two of you over, so that you were now laying on your back underneath him.
He pulled away from the kiss and breathlessly looked down at you, his eyes then suddenly flashed with realization. "Shit, I don't have a condom", he said, feeling his heart become slightly heavy as he fears he just ruined his one chance to finally fuck you.
"It's okay", you reassure him, "I'm on the pill." "Thank God," he said, leaning down to kiss you again. His hands moved all over your body, groping your tits, your ass, your thighs-- anything he could get his hands on, really. It was as if he couldn't get enough of you.
He pulled away from your lips once more, lining himself up with your entrance. He ran his tip through your slick folds a few times, before looking into your eyes and finally beginning to push himself inside of you. You whimpered at the almost painful stretch, though it quickly turned into pleasure.
Whereas he on the other hand, had to stop himself from cumming as soon as he bottomed out. He threw his head back at the feeling of your warm, plush walls clenching around his cock. He hissed, "Hey, it's okay, relax." He said, gently cupping your cheek. You nodded your head and untensed your muscles, grabbing onto his shoulders for support.
"I'm going to start moving now, okay?", he said, his hand still on your face. You looked up at him, nodding your head before whispering out a small, "Okay". He braced himself, putting his hands on your hips, pulling out halfway, then carefully thrusting back into you.
You both simultaneously moaned at the feeling of him building up a steady pace of thrusts. "Fuck, you're so tight,' he said, coming down to capture your lips in another kiss. He isn't a virgin by any means, but he swears he's holding himself back from cumming like it's his first time all over again.
The way your pussy so perfectly sheathes his dick is addicting, he feels as though he just can't get enough. His pace begins to speed up, his head moves to the crook of your neck, placing kisses on the sensitive skin. One of his hands moves to your lower belly, his thumb starting to rub slow, precise circles onto your clit.
You claw at his back, the sensations you feel are becoming too much. His dick pumping in and out of you, his mouth on your neck, his thumb on your clit, it all felt so good. He was moaning in your ear, babbling about how good you feel, and how tightly you are gripping his cock.
He pushed himself up off of you, now hovering over your body as he brought both of your legs up and over his shoulders. Once he got adjusted, his hand slithered right back in between your legs to rub at your clit. His cheeks were coated in a dark blush, his lip was in between his teeth in an attempt to muffle his pathetic moans and whines, his hands resting near your head as his hips fucked into you at a brutal pace.
Not much time had passed before you felt the all too familiar sensation of an impending orgasm. You knew that Nishinoya was also close to his second release of the night. After all, it was pretty obvious due to the fact that his pleasured sounds were increasing in not only pitch, but volume as well, along with how his cock twitched at practically every sound you made.
Your legs trembled slightly, and your walls tightened around his cock, feeling your release drawing nearer. "Noya', I'm so close, you're gonna make me cum again~!", you warn in a whiny, breathy voice, barely being able to get the words out. "Come for me pretty girl, need to feel you cumming around my cock~", he groaned out, his voice a tad bit rougher than usual.
When you came, you came hard, your legs shook as they hung limply over his shoulders, your pussy convulsed around his cock so hard, he thought he was seeing stars. "Oh, fuck yes, that's it", he moaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy.
"Wh- Where do you want me to cum?", he asked, feeling himself nearing the edge. "Inside me, please~", you beg, making him moan at your words. "Yes~ m' gonna fill up this pretty pussy with my cum. Want me to fill you up? Hm?", he asked, dangerously close to spilling his seed.
"Please fuck your cum into me~", you begged him again, still coming down from your intense high. Hearing those absolutely filthy words come out of your mouth in that tone completely sent him over the edge. His hips stilled as he painted your insides white, moaning your name as he practically folded you in half.
After he rode out his own orgasm, he pulled his cock out of you, watching as his cum dripped out of your pussy that was clenching around nothing. He gently sat your legs down on the bed, having to look away from the sight of your combined fluids dripping down onto the sheets before he became hard again.
He leaned down, gently cupping your face and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "That was... amazing," he said, speaking softly with a smile while looking into your eyes, "you did so good."
You tiredly giggled at his cuteness, before saying, "You did good, too. Honestly, I can't remember the last time I felt so good."
He smiled genuinely at your response before lifting himself up off of your fucked-out body. "Let's go get you cleaned up, then you can sleep in my room while I wash your sheets," he says, getting off the bed and lifting you up, with one hand under your thighs, and one under your arms.
You were carried bridal-style by Nishinoya into the bathroom, where he helped to clean you up, before quickly cleaning himself. Then, he took you to his room, giving you one of his t-shirts to cover up with for the moment, then he dressed himself as well. He left the room for a few minutes, coming back with a pair of your clean underwear for you, along with a glass of water. He kissed you on the forehead again and asked if you needed anything, then told you that you can go to sleep while he puts your dirty sheets in the wash.
You were grateful that he was so caring and treated you so well. You smiled to yourself as you fell asleep in his warm, cozy bed, surrounded by his comforting scent. A little while later, he came back into his room, smiling fondly at your sleeping form. He climbed into bed with you, making sure you were well-covered by the blanket, before laying down and wrapping an arm around you, pulling you into his chest. "Goodnight, pretty girl," he said softly, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face, then falling asleep with you in his arms, feeling more content than he had in a long time.
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I present to you: the longest smut I've ever written
I apologize if Nishinoya isn't pervy enough, I know what words to use to make him that way, but I didn't really know how to incorporate that into the story without changing some things. Also, sorry if it's not that great, I'm still quite new to writing (and a virgin, meaning I have no firsthand experience in this field 💀)
Requested by my one and only best friend: @arwenisepik (sorry if it didn't turn out good pookie, I'm not too familiar with bro 😭🙏)
Divider credits go to @ saradika-graphics
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nowoyas ¡ 9 months ago
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darlin' i got your number now - nishinoya yuu/reader
m.list - read on ao3
A/N: I'mma keep it real with you chief it is finals week in my last semester of college and I have a five page paper due saturday I haven't started on but I took the time to bless you with porn instead and advance the noya agenda. you're welcome. my bachelor's degree, at least, will thank me, if no one else will.
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Summary: On your day off, you spend some time cleaning and getting caught up in old memories. Your boyfriend gets home from work and helps you make a new one with your old school uniform.
Warnings: SMUT, noya has a senpai kink, he fucks you in your old school uniform, reader is afab and described as having breasts
Word count: 1700+
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Four months ago, you moved in with your long-term boyfriend, and you couldn’t be happier. Sure, Noya is… an acquired taste, we’ll say, but he’s bright and sweet and always finds little ways to let you know he loves you. It’s hard to be mad at the mess that now permeates your living space when you wake up in the morning to needy kisses and no room for even a shred of doubt that you are wanted.
That being said, on a day like today—him out at his part-time job, you with no classes or shifts at your own job scheduled—you can’t help but try to fight the mess, just a little bit. An early morning, prodding Noya out the door because no, your landlord won’t accept “I wanted to stay in bed with my beautiful girlfriend” from him as a reason why rent is late, leads to restless looks not just at the piles of clothes scattering the floor, but at the overflowing laundry basket, the disorganized closet, the scattered boxes here and there that you still haven’t gotten around to unpacking. By lunchtime, you’ve made your to-do list and started working down the items on the list—throw in laundry first, tidy up, unpack the shit from your move that still needs to be unpacked so you can get the boxes out of the corner.
Of course, you get distracted. Laundry in the washer and not on the floor means, wait a minute, you can clean the floors now without too much trouble, and long story short, by the time Noya’s shift would be ending, you’re panicking a little because you still haven’t started on the boxes you need to unpack. You fly into the room, grab the first box you find—mementos—and are immediately slapped in the face with nostalgia.
To be fair, this is why you saved unpacking boxes for last.
On the top of the box, in pristine condition, staring back up at you, is your old uniform from when you went to Karasuno.
You’d been a year below Noya, gotten roped into managing the volleyball team. Mostly just gone along with it to have something to do after school, and then gone along with it because hey, their libero was kind of cute and they were overall pretty fun to hang out with. On his last day before he graduated, he’d asked you out, and of course you’d said yes, thrilled to not be losing your beloved senpai to the cruelty of time just yet.
Lost in memories, a little delirious from all the cleaning, your first coherent thought is I wonder if it still fits?
But you don’t get distracted again. You’ve got a lot to get done.
…right?
So anyways, you hear the front door closing and your boyfriend wandering through the apartment just as you’re remarking on the fact that, apparently, judging by the cries of pain the buttons on your chest seem to be making, your boobs have gotten a bit bigger since you last wore this uniform. No matter—you tug on the vest, slide into the blazer as you hear your boyfriend call out to you.
“Did you clean up a little today, baby?”
His voice is getting closer, and you realize, as he opens the bedroom door the rest of the way, that it probably looks a little weird to be standing in the middle of your room, several years out of high school, staring at your reflection in your full-length mirror to appraise your uniform. “Yeah,” you reply, looking at him reflected in the mirror. He’s stood still in the doorway, eyes suddenly wide. “I had the time and it was getting a little cluttered in here. Thought it’d be nice to actually get some of this shit unpacked. How was work?“
His eyes are burning, raking over your body. You guess the skirt is a little too short now—you’ve filled out over the years, and, well, Noya has never really been able to resist you in a short skirt. You can actually see him swallow. “What are you wearing?”
“My old uniform? I found it in one of these boxes and thought I’d see if it still fit me. Answer: not really.”
The next thing you know, you’re being pressed up against the wall, his mouth against yours, and—oh.
He’s hard.
He pulls away just enough to nearly growl against your lips: “Did one of the guys tell you?”
“…no,” you reply, more confused than innocent. “Tell me what?”
“You’re actually just that perfect?” He laughs, sounding delirious. He captures your lips again, needy as his hands come to rest on your hips. “Amazing.”
“Noya, baby, you’re gonna have to give me a little context for what’s got you so revved up,” you tease. “What’s going on in that empty head of yours?”
He kisses you breathless before he’s willing to answer. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about fucking you in this uniform.”
Oh.
You laugh, rest your forehead against his shoulder as your own shake with laughter. “Okay, I’ll bite. How many times?”
“Think every time I saw you in it?” He presses open-mouthed kisses against your exposed neck, urgent as he intersperses little nips here and there. You try not to gasp or wriggle too much at the ministrations—it’s more fun when he thinks he has to work harder to get you as worked up as he is.
Your hand winds into his hair, dropping your head back to let him access you a bit better. “Every time? I was being so innocent, working hard for the volleyball club and looking up to you, and you were thinking about fucking me? You’re such a pervert, senpai.”
The fingers gripping your waist twitch, and then he’s biting you properly with a growl.
“Thought about you calling me that while I did it, too.”
You’re learning so much today, you realize with a swoop in your stomach.
You drag a hand down his chest, find his hard-on with practiced ease. “We can arrange something, I think.”
He hisses at the touch, rolls his hips into your hand. “Fuck.”
Noya grabs your wrist, gentle but unyielding, and pins both against the wall with the one hand. His other slides up, under your vest, searching for the buttons at your chest. He pauses when he finds them—it takes almost no effort to slip his hand in to grope you over your bra. “You didn’t even bother buttoning the top?”
“Doesn’t fit anymore,” you gasp out when he runs a thumb over your nipple. Damn thin t-shirt bras. “It was buttoned, at least.”
“Uh huh.”
He pulls back, releases you just enough to tug the vest off, flinging it somewhere in the room and putting you properly on display for him, buttons undone so he can easily access your tits. He leans down, pulls one out of both bra and half-unbuttoned shirt just so he can tease you with his mouth.
He grows impatient before long—wandering hands snake beneath your skirt, grope your ass hurriedly only to swipe over your panties. Noya groans into your flesh. “You’re so wet already.”
“Well, someone came home and decided to ruin me—“
“Oh, I’ll ruin you, alright,” he declares. In the next moment—he was always too fast—he’s on his knees, pressing his nose against your clothed sex and inhaling.
See, that’s another thing you like about him.
He’s such a pervert.
He takes the chance to mark up your thighs, lathes his tongue over your wet panties instead of taking the time to at least pull them aside.
“You’re so perfect,” he breathes. “So fucking gorgeous. Look at this. Look at you.” This time, he pulls your panties to the side to plant his mouth on your pussy and suck harshly at your clit. You whine, tug at his hair.
“N-Noya—“
“You already know what to call me,” he chides. His head is buried under your skirt—two fingers dip into your sex and begin to frantically pump.
“Fuck—senpai—“
“God, I can’t take it. I’m sorry, you’re too perfect, I—“
And there’s the athleticism rearing its head, because he’s got you underneath him and on the floor in two seconds flat, grinding his cock against you in desperation. “You’re going to have to wear this again for me, beautiful. Need you to. I’ll literally die if you don’t.”
Whatever response you were going to give catches in your throat—it takes him no time at all to get his dick out, pull your panties aside, and slide into you in one sharp thrust.
“You’re so good. Such a sweet little kouhai. Used to feel so bad about it—other girls were pretty, but I couldn’t stop thinking about pulling you into the equipment storage and lifting that short little skirt—“ he grunts as he sets his pace.
You whine. Before long, you can’t help but wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him any way you can just to stay in your body with the way he’s fucking you breathless.
“—think every time you called me “senpai” it took me at least fifteen minutes to recover—“
“Senpai,” you respond, more a moan than an attempt to say anything coherent, and his hips stutter.
“Yeah, like that,” he laughs. “Exactly like that.”
“Fuck—please, senpai, harder—need you—“
He growls again, arms shaking as he drills into you. It’s all you can do to keep holding on, keep whimpering into his ear while he has his way with you. When he cums, it’s harder than you’ve seen him cum in a long time, pulling out of you just to paint hot ropes across your now fully-askew uniform. He reaches between you, rubs at your clit frantically until you see stars.
When you’re both satisfied, he collapses face-first into your tits, winds his arms around your waist. Mumbles something you cannot begin to comprehend with your head still spinning.
“Love you, senpai,” you mumble back.
The arms around your waist tighten. He lifts his head just enough to be comprehensible. “If you’re going to keep calling me that, I’m going to have to demand a round two.”
“Next time, I’ll try to find your old jersey.”
That comment earns you a few more rounds and the decisive undoing of all the cleaning you’d gotten done today.
Worth it.
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calkills ¡ 7 months ago
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A Midterm Meltdown
a haikyuu college smau ! (btw it's a harem so we got all the favorite boys, dw. there will be a different ending for each boy)
warnings for the whole series / swearing , suggestive at times but nothing explicit , heavy pining , college people being college people , drinking , smoking
chapter I - fumbling the bag
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If you had a quarter for every time you were hit on at the campus vending machine you would have 2 quarters, which is weird that it's getting so common.
standing near the big machine by the exit door of the large campus, you fumble with the small bag of change you keep in your backpack as you pull some out to put in the big box. metal coins clinking against it being the only noise around, spare for the light laughter of friends walking in the back, others sat at the fountain in the middle of campus talking over lunch.
pulled back into reality by a cough from your right side you blinked owlishly before turning your head, being met face to- well, chest as the figure began to speak while you turned your head up to look at the man.
"hi, um. you're really pretty." eyes carding over his features, you barely heard what he said as you took notice of his black and white locks, a slight wave to them as they hung in his face, damp due to the heat though it was barely a few days into May. what really struck you was his bright yellowish eyes seeming like an animal that you couldn't quite place. trying to ignore the way his full cheeks had an almost unnoticeable glow as you piece together words in your mind to respond after realizing you were taking too long to.
"oh, thank you. you too." those were the only words you were able to make sense of in your head before the whirring of the vending machine let you know that your drink had been dispensed. whipping your head back over you reach down to grab the melon flavored Ramune that was surely shaken up from its fall. standing up and facing the eccentric looking guy in front of you, you gave him a respectful and curt bow before walking past him, now taking notice of his friend who stood just a bit behind. looking up from his phone he gave a nod of his head as you did the same, his short black hair shifting on his head and his striking greenish-blue eyes unblinking as he looked back down to his phone, brows furrowed as he stared at the device like it was holding his sister hostage.
as you passed the two men you furrowed your brows and bit your bottom lip in embarrassment, mentally punching yourself in the face as you trailed down the sidewalk, damned drink in hand. finally pulling up to your dorm you jiggled the key through the lock and let out the worlds loudest sigh, slamming the door open.
an orange haired boy jumped slightly as he stayed in his seat and never broke his eyes from the volleyball game that was playing on the small TV near him. he sat on the 2 seater couch placed underneath his bed on his side of the room. he could tell that the girl was in her feelings and was in one of those moods where if he looked over at her and made eye contact she might fold him over three ways to Sunday. so instead of imploring her issues too deeply he simply asked, "what's up with you?"
practically throwing your bag on the ground near your bed and crawling onto it, spread eagle on your back, you groaned and spoke, "a whole grown man came up to me at the vending machine and said I was pretty and I said 'you too' and left. he was so fine too.." rubbing your hands over your face and letting out a whine, you reach for your phone to absentmindedly find something to distract you from the insane fumble just moments earlier.
silently reaching to hand Hinata your Ramune to open the carbonated drink you unlock your phone and scroll Twitter. the boy takes the beverage and pops the marble down into it, slightly fizzing at the pressure. his eyes still focused on the game in front of him as he silently handed it back to you before mumbling, "that shit's tragic, [name].."
"fuck you..." you replied back before your eyes stuck on a post, the person in the profile picture seemingly so familiar as you read it over before you recognize the two as the ones from the vending machine.
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rolling-thunder ¡ 7 months ago
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Can you tell me any asanoya fic on ao3?
you will need to be logged into an ao3 account to view some of these fics. hope you enjoy!
*Vienna Waits For You by @poulerslashes: a fandom classic
This Place in the Sky by Esselle
No Harm, No Foul by Splashfree
Under the Radar by lilienpasse
Silica Sand by lilien passe (lilienpasse)
Breaking News: Asahi Azumane Knows the Whole Olympic Volleyball Team? by milkbread_writes
No Problem So Awful by poulerslashes
Like a Torch in the Night by ryankellycc
You're Outta My League by anonymous: abo fic
Wishing on airplanes is kind of like wishing on birthday candles, right? by milkbread_writes
Board-shorts and Beach Volleyball by milkbread_writes (asanoya beach episode)
Ten Tips to Seduce Your Man (At Christmas) by poulerslashes
The Way Through by poulerslashes
The Chronicles of the Virgin Asahi by Ellessey
I'd Like You Anyway by anonymous
And yet here you are by Codango
Silver Lining by Mooifyourecows
Azumane Asahi's Big Gay Romance by jibrailis 
and my fic A Bisexual Awakening
if anyone else has more, pls add!
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stellar-haikyuu ¡ 12 hours ago
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start somewhere ☆ nishinoya yuu x reader
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synopsis: second-year reader sometimes feels like their physical education class is out to get them. but maybe, their classmate might help turn things around. details: mild hurt/comfort | romantic/platonic relationship | 1,678 words | gn! reader | my entry for @phantasmaebg warnings: this is based on my insecurities related to exercise and sports back in high school, so please be cautious if it’s sensitive for you!
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Physical education could be fun at times, but if there was one thing you dreaded every period, it was the warm-ups.
They were necessary, sure. You’d heard all the reasons: injury prevention, elevated body temperature, mental prep—the whole spiel.
The problem was that your physical education teacher seemed to enjoy torturing your class. Or maybe it was just you.
It always started the same way: some stretching and light jogging that lulled you into a false sense of security. But then came the dreaded laps. Ten relentless minutes of running around the court.
It also sucked that for this school year, physical education happened to be your first period—the prime time of your lethargy. 
You at least had the foresight to fuel yourself with breakfast, but it still felt like an entire day had passed by the time 9:00 AM rolled around.
And now, at 8:00 AM, your class is walking to the school gym, chattering normally as if your impending doom wasn’t looming ahead.
You sigh to yourself when your teacher waves at all of you, far too cheerfully.
“Alright, you know the drill. We’ll be practicing handball again before our practical exam in two weeks. But first, our warm-up laps.” She grins before continuing. “Remember, if I reach the last person and touch their shoulder, one additional lap!”
As always, the class groans in unison. You avoid making eye contact with anyone. 
You’ve always wondered if anyone was secretly annoyed by how slow you run; it’s just a miracle that you’ve managed to avoid adding any extra laps so far. 
Everyone lines up their water bottles against the wall, proceeding to do some stretching and jogging in place. You follow suit, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your gut.
Eventually, your classmates situate themselves behind the makeshift starting line: a long strip of masking tape on the hardwood floor. You drag your feet, trying to position yourself somewhere in the middle, a little closer to the front.
The sound of the whistle blows, and everyone starts running. 
Despite the “head start” you give yourself, you’re reminded of why your attempts are always futile.
One by one, your peers start to pass you by the halfway mark. By the time you’ve completed one lap, you’re dead last. Again.
Your lungs start to burn, your breath turning ragged. The sharp and constant inhale-exhale rhythm makes your throat dry.
Internally, you scream at yourself to keep going, noticing the gap between you and the classmates in front of you starting to make itself clear.
You survive three laps before your teacher yells, “Let’s go, guys! Keep it up!” And at this point, you think she must be a sadist as she picks up the pace.
By now, your heartbeat pounds wildly in your ears, drowning out everything else. You lose count of the laps, just desperate for it to end. 
A small pain also starts to stab you in the side. How unfortunate it is to get a stitch now, of all times.
“I’m almost there!” When you look behind you, your PE teacher is just a few feet away, laughing as the other students yell in protest. “Finish the lap! Come on!”
Cursing internally, you grit your teeth and keep running.
You will not be the reason your classmates will be inconvenienced. 
You can’t, even if you feel like you’re going to drop to the ground any second now.
Though the starting line felt impossibly far, you managed to step over the tape through sheer willpower. 
Cheers erupt from the class. You’re not sure if they’re celebrating the end of the warm-up or your miraculous escape. You’re too exhausted to care.
Whatever it is, it’s over.
“Good job, everyone! You survived.” Your teacher announces. “Now, take a little break, I’ll just call the staff to help get the rest of the equipment.”
You barely register the rest of her words. At last, the agony for the week is over.
The world spins for a while as you wait for your heartbeat to slow down. All you can do is collapse onto the floor, breathing heavily.
A dry itch rises in your throat and you cough to relieve it. However, you hold yourself back from overdoing it—you’d prefer if your stomach’s contents don’t make a reappearance. 
Man, you hate this feeling.
“Hey, are you okay?”
The unfamiliar voice cuts through your thoughts, startling you. You blink, vision still a little spotty.
“Huh?” You breathe out, disoriented.
You vaguely see a hand extended toward you, and you take it. Your classmate helps you to your feet, guiding you to a nearby bench where you can sit down.
“Here.” He hands you your water bottle. You thank him before taking a long, long sip. Briefly, you wonder how he knew it was yours.
“I thought you passed out on the floor! Are you feeling dizzy or something?”
Putting your bottle down, you come face-to-face with Nishinoya Yuu.
Oh.
“Uh…” You’re a little overwhelmed by his concern, as no one usually bothers to ask. “Well, kinda, but I just need a breather. All that running is, um, a lot for me.”
You avoid his gaze. 
Nishinoya was always behind or right next to your teacher. You remember how he’d ask for permission to run ahead, only to have his suggestion turned down every time.
You were in his direct line of sight these past few weeks.
What would he think of you? 
“That’s alright.”
At his response, you freeze.
“What?”
“I said it’s alright,” he gives you a gentle smile, a contrast to his usual exuberance. “Running isn’t easy.”
You pause, unsure of what you could even say. He seems to notice your shift in mood. 
“Is something wrong?” He tilts his head. “You feelin’ anything weird?”
“No, it’s not that.”
When you take a hesitant look at Nishinoya, there’s something about his expression that seems so…welcoming.
It feels like you could tell him anything. 
“Then what is it?” His tone is laced a with genuine curiosity.
Just like that, you cave.
“I know I’m unfit,” you admit quietly, your eyes falling to the floor. “I know it’s not great for my health, and I’m trying my best. But it’s hard when… when everyone can see how far behind I am. I feel like they’re judging me.”
He doesn’t interrupt, patiently waiting for you to finish. You feel the weight of his stare as you continue.
“Maybe I’m just making excuses. Everyone else seems to be doing fine, it might just be me. And that probably sounds insulting to people like you.”
“People like me?” His voice softens as he moves a little closer to you.
“You play volleyball, right? I assumed that’s where all the bruises on your arms are from.” You gesture to them.
“Ah, yeah. You’re right.” He lightly brushes his arms, mottled with small purple and yellow marks. “But, what do you mean, insulting?”
“Well for one, you’re a school athlete,” you state. “You’re exempted from PE, yet you still-”
“Wait,” he cuts you off. “Exempted?”
“Yeah?” You turn to see him wearing a very perplexed expression.
“That’s a thing?”
A silence falls between the two of you.
Does he not…
You clear your throat. “You didn’t know?”
“I don’t actually know what exempted means?” He chuckles nervously.
You blink, momentarily stunned at the sudden turn in the conversation. “Um, it means that because you’re an athlete, you’re not required to participate in PE classes.”
“But why?” His disbelief is evident, like the idea of skipping PE is absolutely incredulous.
“Well, you already do a lot of training, don’t you?”
He nods. “Morning and late afternoon. But a short PE class doesn’t hurt, though.”
You stare at him, speechless. Wow.
“Anyway, that’s the rule I know of,” you reply. “They started it this year after the other sports teams complained.”
“Oh,” Nishinoya says blankly, trying to take it all in.
“You really had no idea?”
“Nope.” He scratches the back of his neck.
You nearly chuckle yourself at the absurdity of it all. “No wonder sensei looked so surprised when you asked to join PE. I thought she seemed hesitant when she let you in.”
“Yeah!” His eyes widen, as if he’s just pieced it together. “I thought it was weird that she kept double-checking, but I didn’t think much of it.”
There’s a brief pause before he grins at you. “Anyway, sorry, what were you saying earlier?”
It takes you a second to remember what he’s talking about. “Ah, right. Um. It’s just that I feel a little stupid making excuses when athletes like you do so much physical activity every day.”
“But you’re not an athlete?”
“Ah, yes, but-”
“Then no one expects you to train like me.” He frowns slightly. “Unless that’s what you want?”
Your breath hitches.
What do you want?
You swallow, shaking your head slowly. “No. I just…I just want to do well enough.”
“Well enough?”
“Just enough to stay active. Or maybe…enough to catch up to the rest.”
Nishinoya grows quiet for a moment, and you rush to explain.
“Sorry, I don’t really know the specifics-”
“Want me to help you out?”
You nearly give yourself whiplash as you look at him. “What? Help me?
“Yeah,” he says like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Wanna run in the morning together? Could help you with endurance. We’ll start slow, see what you can handle, and go from there.”
Your jaw drops at his offer. 
“You want to…but wait, you have training and-”
“It's fine! I’m always happy to help anyone out!” He beams. “Plus, training is always more fun with a partner. What do you say?”
Warmth blooms in your chest.
“You’d really help me?”
“Of course!” He replies earnestly.
Would it be crazy to think Nishinoya was sent by the gods?
“You sure?” You lower your voice. “I don’t want to bother you over something that seems so simple.”
“Nah.” There’s a convincing glint in his eye that gives you hope. “Besides, we all start somewhere.”
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kiesbrainjuice ¡ 7 months ago
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— FRIENDS DO NOT KISS FOR FUN, RIGHT ? nishinoya yuu
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syn : is it normal to try a make out session with your bestfriend ?
wc : 1,5k
tw : slight suggestive, fluff, best friends to lovers
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Watching movies with Yuu at your place every weekend had become something almost sacred. Your little movie nights were a tradition, a routine you both looked forward to week after week. It started as a casual pastime, but over time, it morphed into an unspoken pact that neither of you would dare to miss.
As usual, Yuu burst through your front door with his boundless energy, a bag of snacks in hand. You greeted him with a warm smile, already setting up the living room for maximum comfort. The two of you settled into your usual spots on the couch, wrapped in a shared blanket, the movie's opening credits rolling on the screen.
Tonight's selection was a romantic drama, filled with passionate scenes and heartfelt confessions. You found yourself hyper-aware of Yuu's presence beside you, the warmth radiating from his body, and the subtle scent of his shampoo.
Suddenly, Yuu's voice broke through the comfortable silence. "Hey, (y/n)," he said, his tone casual yet tinged with curiosity. "What if we tried that?" He gestured towards the screen where the main characters were sharing a tender moment.
Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt heat rising to your cheeks. You turned to look at him, your eyes wide with surprise. Yuu met your gaze, a hint of mischief in his dark eyes.
"I mean, for training, you know?" he added quickly, his own cheeks taking on a slight pink hue. "Like, to practice for future... situations."
You found yourself at a loss for words, your mind racing. The idea of kissing Yuu, your best friend, the person you'd secretly harbored feelings for, was both exhilarating and terrifying. You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out.
Yuu watched you carefully, his usual bravado faltering slightly in the face of your silence. "We don't have to," he backtracked, his voice softer now. "I just thought... maybe..."
You could feel your face burning, your heart pounding in your chest. Taking a deep breath, you managed to find your voice, though it came out as barely more than a whisper. "W-we can try..." you said, your eyes darting between Yuu and the floor.
Yuu's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and excitement flashing across his face. "Really?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief and hope.
You nodded slightly, unable to trust your voice again. As Yuu leaned in closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek, you felt a surge of emotions - nervousness, excitement, and the overwhelming realization that this moment might change everything between you and your best friend.
The room was thick with a new kind of tension, one that had never been present in your countless movie nights before. The movie played on, forgotten, as Yuu leaned in closer, his hand warm and reassuring against your cheek. Your breath caught, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down, everything narrowing to the space between you and Yuu.
His lips met yours gently at first, a tentative brush that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You responded instinctively, leaning into the kiss, your hands finding their way to his shoulders. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent, and you felt Yuu's other hand slide around your waist, pulling you closer.
Without breaking the kiss, you shifted, moving to straddle his lap, your knees sinking into the couch on either side of his hips. Your hands traveled from his shoulders to his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.
The new position brought you even closer, your bodies pressed together as the kiss became more intense.
Yuu's hands roamed your back, pulling you impossibly closer, and you could feel his heart racing against your chest. He broke the kiss for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky and filled with awe. "I've wanted this for so long."
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you captured his lips again, pouring all the emotions you'd kept hidden into the kiss. Yuu responded eagerly, his hands gripping your waist, anchoring you to him. Each kiss was more heated than the last, a wordless conversation of pent-up teelings and desires.
Between kisses, Yuu managed to murmur praises that made your heart flutter. "You're amazing," he whispered against your lips. "I've dreamed about this... about you." His words, combined with the intensity of his kisses, made your head spin.
You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, which were dark and filled with a mix of passion and affection. "Yuu.." you breathed, unable to find the right words to express the whirlwind of emotions inside you.
He silenced you either another kiss, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other still firm around your waist. "I can't believe this is real," he murmured between kisses.
Your hands moved to cup his face, your thumbs brushing over his cheeks as you kissed him again, your movements fueled by the years of friendship and the new, thrilling realization of mutual feelings.
Time seemed to lose all meaning as you continued to kiss, exploring this new facet of your relationship. The movie continued to play in the background, its romantic scenes now mirroring the passion and intimacy you shared with Yuu.
Eventually, you both pulled away, breathless and flushed, resting your foreheads together. The reality of what had just happened slowly began to sink in, but instead of the awkwardness or regret you feared, there was only a deep sense of rightness. You knew, without a doubt, that this was just the beginning of something wonderful.
Yuu looked into your eyes, his expression soft and sincere. "I've always wanted to tell you how I feel," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I was scared of ruining our friendship and everything."
You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for the boy who had become your best friend and now something even more. "You didn't ruin anything," you assured him, your voice equally soft. "If anything, I feel the same."
He grinned, his usual playful spark returning. "Does this mean I get to kiss you at every movie night from now on?" he teased, his hands still resting on your waist.
You laughed, the sound filled with genuine happiness. "Only if you bring the popcorn," you replied, leaning in for another kiss, knowing that your movie nights had just gained a whole new level of meaning.
As the movie continued to play, you and Yuu settled back into the couch, wrapped in each other's arms, the future looking brighter and more exciting than ever before.
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hitoshi-yuuto ¡ 7 months ago
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Haikyuu alternative universe
Kageyama and Hinata are a married couple who own a cafĂŠ and an building.
So they decided to rent the rooms in the building (building where they live)
Person living in the building
1- Osamu & Atsumu
2 - Akaashi
3 - Oikawa
4 - Noya & Tanaka
5 - Yamaguchi & Yachi
6 - Semi & Ushijima
7 - Kuroo & Yaku (Kenma)
8 - Daishou & Mika
9 - Hoshiumi,
10 - Kita & Aran
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Work/occupation
Osamu - Cooking Student
Atsumu - Model/dancer
Akaashi - Waiter/Graphic artist
Oikawa - Psychology study/Model
Noya - Deliveryman
Tanaka - Salesperson in a sports store
Yamaguchi - Waiter/art student
Yachi - Waitress/fashion student
Semi - Waiter/Singer (Not very well known)
Ushijima - Athlete
Kuroo - Marketing study/Manager Kenma
Yaku - Barista
Kenma - Streamer
Daishou - Baseball player
Mika - Fashion student/Saleswoman
Hoshiumi - Waiter
Kita - Bookseller
Aran - Study to be a history Professor
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Bonus Info
The first two people to move in were Yamaguchi and Yachi, who went to high school with the kageyamas
People with the profession waiter work in the Kageyamas' cafĂŠ
Oikawa arrived here after being thrown out of his house to be gay, and being too afraid to ask iwaizumi for help,(for fear that the same thing will happen) he ran into Kageyama (same backstory as in haikyuu except the volleyball) who took him home like a stray dog, he got his modeling job thanks to Atsumu who recommended him.
Kenma doesn't officially live here but spends 80 percent of his time here, so he's counted as Yaku and Kuroo's 3 roommates.
Mika and Daishou arrived through Yachi (she and Mika are in the same class) So she started to panic when Kuroo and Daishou started beating each other (high school rival) because she thought she had done something wrong.
Tense at first between Ushijima and Oikawa (high school rival) but it gets better after, they are now friends.
Yaku meets Lev through atsumu, they were supposed to work together.
Usually everyone has breakfast together at the Kageyamas' in the morning (apart if someone is in a hurry)
Osamu wants to open his future restaurant not far from the cafĂŠ to stay close to everyone.
Osamu and Atsumu once called Shouyo and Tobio Mom and Dad by accident.
They have a movie night every Saturday
They have a chat group called: The Children of the Kageyamas (Group named as such, since Osamu and Atsumu called Shouyo and Tobio Mom and dad by accident)
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noyasmashing ¡ 10 months ago
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hear me out... noya gets dommed by his partner who is SOMEHOW shorter than him. (bonus points if he booked them a love hotel. like they spent the whole day traveling and sightseeing in tokyo only for his partner to find out his horny ass booked them a love hotel for the night.)
oh anon, as someone who is 4’11, I LOVE this idea. also my first time writing more than just a hand/blow job so sorry if it’s bad 😓
I’ll try to leave this gn reader since you didn’t specify gender! mentions of the readers “cock” but can be interpreted as a strap! (plz keep the requests coming i need more motivation)
You and Nishinoya had been dating for a year now, and he was eager to escape the rural area of Miyagi prefecture and explore new sights with you.
So, when you suggested spending a night in Tokyo and booking a hotel, he was thrilled! He insisted on handling the hotel booking to spare you the stress, but of course, there was another reason behind his eagerness.
After taking the bus to Tokyo, you spent the day wandering in and out of charming shops, picking up souvenirs and trinkets that matched your unique interests.
As the night drew to a close, you and Nishinoya enjoyed a romantic candlelit dinner, feeling content and ready to unwind in the comfort of a hotel bed.
As you hailed a taxi, Nishinoya quietly directed the driver to a specific location, causing the driver to chuckle. You eyed Noya suspiciously, but he avoided your piercing gaze, pretending to look around with curiosity.
The beat-up car halted to a stop in front of a rather sleek hotel, its planters and greenery framing the modern exterior. The streetlights illuminated the taxi as the two of you stepped out, carrying your overnight bags.
"Yu? What is this," you asked suspiciously, placing a hand on your hip, catching onto the situation at hand. He swallowed nervously, looking down at you.
"I-I... well, [name], I just wanted to spend a romantic night with you," he confessed, hoping to soften your reaction. To his slight surprise, you replied with a smirk as the two of you ducked into the discreet entrance.
Less than ten minutes later, you had him pinned against the door of your room, his hands clutching your shirt as he nervously looked down at you.
"Did you book this so you can be as loud as you want?" you asked in a seductive voice that made his knees buckle. Instead of replying, he half nodded, embarrassed at his own reasoning.
Without hesitation, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Noya responded eagerly, by moving his body closer to yours, practically climbing on top of you.
You pulled away way with a trail of saliva following, “You’ll be excited to see what I brought.” You told him mischievously.
Walking over to your bag with him trailing behind, you pulled out a bottle of lube and his favorite toy. His reaction was adorable with his face flushing red in surprise letting out a small whimper.
With a breathy, "Please," He moved closer to you once again. You couldn't help but let out a sadistic giggle at his reaction.
"Wow, are you already begging?" you teased playfully, holding the bottle of lube and toy in your hands.
Noya's embarrassment turned into anticipation as he watched you with eager eyes. "I-I just... I want tonight to be special," he stammered, his voice betraying a mix of desire and nervousness.
You smiled, appreciating his vulnerability and enthusiasm. "It will be," you assured him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips before moving to his ear, "I’m going to ruin you.”
You led Noya further into the room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light. The ambiance was perfect for what you had in mind, and Noya's bashfulness only fueled your desire further.
His spiky hair was now tousled as he lay on the heart-shaped pillow atop the circular bed that you both would be sharing for the night.
At this point, he wore merely a shirt, and his well-defined thighs were widely apart, exposing his cock, that oh-so desperately wanted attention. You chuckled at his vulnerable position, comfortably seated between his exposed legs, exclusively for your amusement. His faint "be quiet" response elicited a gentle coo from you.
He exhaled a surprised gasp as your two fingers, coated with the cold lubricant, gently penetrated his tight hole.
“N-not so fast [name]… we have all night after all.” He reasoned with a shakily voice, fearing he might reach climax too soon if you were too hasty.
"You won't be able to think straight once I'm through with you," you retorted sharply. A hint of disbelief was present in your tone, as you questioned, "Did you truly believe you could secretly book a love hotel without me finding out?" Your fingers, now more assertive, continued their rhythmic movements within him.
He instinctively tried to close his thighs, an attempt to escape the intense stimulation. However, you were swift in preventing that, maintaining control. His response was a feeble, " 'm sorry, please... slow down, slow down or I'll-" His words were cut off as a wave of pleasure overtook him, causing the white liquid to leak from his poor cock onto his abdomen.
"Hmm, already cumming without my permission?" you inquired, detaching your fingers from his sensitive area, drawing a whine from him. Before he could utter an apology, you replaced your fingers with your member, silencing his words with a moan of pleasure.
His hands clung to your shoulder, his voice filled with desperation as you continued your relentless pace. "Too much, it's too much!" he cried, his back arched as you skillfully hit his prostate. Despite the exhaustion in your thighs, you continued your harsh pace not giving him a break.
He could sense tears forming on his eyelashes, an almost unbearable sensation accompanied by intense heat. His inner world was being invaded, as each thrust triggered his prostate.
You grinned, feeling a sense of accomplishment. In your view, it was a breathtaking sight. His eyes struggled to stay open, tears brimming, lower lip caught between his teeth. His legs twitched, hands tightly grasping the sheet. Oh, what a stunning spectacle it was. You couldn’t resist degrading him once more, “How is it that you tower over me, but right now you look so small?”
Leaning into your teasing words, he nodded, moans dripping from his lips as saliva filled his mouth, his mind not processing anything but pleasure.
You gripped his soft thighs and lifted them, transitioning to a missionary position. He felt the increase in your rhythm, his breath catching as he exclaimed, "Ah- gonna cum!"
However, just as he reached the brink, you abruptly pulled out, leaving him feeling empty as hot tears poured down his cheeks. He cried out a pathetic “noo”, his flushed erection twitching in disappointment.
"You can't expect me to do all the work. Why don't you ride me for a bit, yeah?" you directed in a husky tone, acknowledging the long night ahead.
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lizzy06 ¡ 6 months ago
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Nishinoya Yu x Reader Fic Recs!!
(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)
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Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist
Karasuno Fic Rec Masterlist
The Claw ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, humor)Claw machines are unfair, and your boyfriend is seriously impatient. You see where this is going, right? [COMPLETED]
 Bad Sleeping Habits by @oreosmama (oneshot, humor, slight smut) You and Nishinoya have some pretty weird sleeping habits. [COMPLETED]
Your Biggest Fan✨ by queenofhyrule (crush, friends to lovers, fluff)It's the most important game Karasuno has ever played up until that point, and OF COURSE you didn't even make it there on time. Hopefully the surprise you had in store for your best friend would make up for being late. It was the one thing he always said he wanted to happen, so of course you took it upon yourself to do it. That's what best friends were for, right?
Of All Things to Say… ✨by @dammitlogan (soulmate au, oneshot)First words are written on wrist.
Quiddity✨ by @shishinoya (soulmate au, oneshot)in a world where each person has their own unique way of finding their soulmates, yours is quite rare and makes it difficult for you to figure out who your significant other is. Constantly seeing images appear in your head leaves you wondering where these beautiful pictures are coming from. Little do you know, these pictures are just what leads you to the love of your life.
soulmate au by @lovely-angst (oneshot, soulmate au)First words are written on wrist in foreign language.
Flower and Blossom ✨by @shiishki (soulmate au, hurt/comfort, oneshot) where whenever your soulmate gets a cut or bruise, flowers bloom out of the same spit on your body.
soulmate au by @guessmonsta (soulmate au, oneshot) First words are written on wrist.
Bruises by ketsamachan (oneshot, soulmate au)here the little bruises and cuts that show up on your body seemingly out of nowhere are actually little injuries that happened to your soulmate and you get the same marks on your skin as them.
Letters and Actions✨ by NyxDeLaNuit (hurt/comfort, angst, reader was cheated on) You were happily married to Tanaka until the cameras caught the end of a conversation you weren't supposed to hear. Now Noya's left with the pieces, and he'll put you back together, no matter what it takes.
Waltz & Whispers - Yuu Nishinoya x Reader✨ by IppenX (fluff, dancing) Noya took pride in being the loudest on the team and working the hardest whenever he could, no matter how much others tried to tell him he has to stop before he over-works himself.until he suddenly had to save someone else from getting lost in her own ambitions.
Split Lives {Nishinoya You x reader} by GhostiMoth(oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)Between the ages of 13 and 19, there is a single day where you are your soulmate switch bodies for a day; known as the Switch. It's different for every couple and there's usually no warning when it is going to happen.
Long Lost Love by nakkacchii (oneshot, childhood friends, fluff, jealousy)
YUU NISHINOYA: Please don't give up on her... by AussieTeller Mr (humor, fluff, friends to lovers)Rolling Thunder finds himself out of his depths when he falls for a girl with hidden secrets. Fluffy, cute, and overwhelmingly tooth rotting!
We should have been doing this the whole time  ✨ by  pseudoflowers (flowers476) (smut, fluff,oneshot) Taking the annual family trip together, Noya x Female Reader finally accept their long term feelings and move their relationship forward.
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