#semi haikyuu fanfics

[katescorner]

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

[23starii]

Pleasant Surprise - tendo x reader

Summary: He's used to girls trying to get through him to get to Ushiwaka. He knows no girl actually wants to be with him or get to know him. None of the gifts he receives are ever actually for him. Until you approach him one day after practice.

Warnings/notes: insecurity, speculation, rudeness, but, tbh not that much, short reader (shorter than Tendo). Chat I literally wrote all of day two and left to find a divider AND TURNS OUT EVERYTHING DELETED SO I HAD TO REWRITE THE WHOLE THING 😆😆😆😆😆

Day one

Practice was finally over.

Tendo loved it. It was another good day for him and the team.

What he didn't quite loves was-

"E-excuse me?" A tiny feminine voice to his left.

"Can I help you?" He answered, almost rudely. He knew what was to come, especially with the way you held the small, neatly wrapped gift box in between your hands.

"I'm really sorry to bother you, Tendo.." You began, shyly looking up at the taller male.

Tendo almost rolled his eyes. He wanted to just tell you to go away. He couldn't take it anymore. He just wanted to go home, but here you were, a cute girl saying his name with the sweetest voice trying to use him to get to his buddy.

It would be nice not to be looked over for once. Not only was it annoying to have to go through this nearly every day but painful, too. You were so cute and pretty. He recalled seeing you around and watching their practice several times.

"I made this for you. I was wondering if you'd accept it?" The girl brought her arms up higher, showing off the tiny box to the volleyball player.

"Listen-" Tendo almost answered in his usual way, telling girls to just go away because Ushiwaka didn't want their gifts anyway but then he realized what you said.

A gift for him? This was new. You wanted to earn his trust and get close to him just so he could introduce you to Ushiwaka. Didn't you?

Figures.

"U-um, you don't have to.. if you don't want to." You spoke up after Tendo was quiet for some time, thinking.

"Is it for me?" He wondered.

"Yes! It's for you! I made this just for you, Tendo."

Before he could say anything, you decided to keep speaking your mind, making sure he understood the extent of your purpose for being in front of him today.

"I've been coming to watch you practice for some time now.. you're amazing. You're so tall and a great blocker! I can tell you enjoy playing the game very much.. you always have a smile on your face when you play. And I enjoy watching you..very much as well."

Tendo was stunned, to say the least. You spoke without even looking at him. What you said didn't sound rehearsed or bogusly put together.

He wasn't sure what to say or do. He didn't know if he was convinced either.

"I took the time to learn that you really like chocolate too.. so that's why I made it for you. It took me a while to get the recipe right, but I did it just for you.. so I would really appreciate it if you could accept my hard work." You stared at the floor, face flushed and embarrassed, arms stretched out. You couldn't believe you poured nearly your whole heart out to him when he hadn't even said more than one word to you.

"Um.. okay. Thank you very much. I'll make sure to have these later." Tendo took the small box from your pretty hands. He had never been in a situation like this before - he hoped his answer wasn't too blunt or that he made you feel dumb for being here.

"Please! Let me know if you like them! Or if you dont.. I'd be very happy to make more for you!" You bowed quickly before speeding off in the opposite direction, cheeks burning.

You really hopped you hadn't said too much.

Tendo watched you walk away, cocking his head slightly to the his right, puzzled.

Could it be that you really did make it for him because you wanted to give it to him?

Could it be true that you really had been watching him and not Ushiwaka?

"Damn. That girl was really nervous." He hears Semi from his left speak.

"Aw man! You're so lucky, Tendo! She was cute.." Goshiki gushes from his right.

"Yeah, she was.."

Day two

The next day, Tendo walked the halls with the knowledge that somewhere in the same building, there was a girl who made the best chocolates he's ever had.

He hardly thought of anything else since he popped one of the treats into his mouth the night prior. He couldn't believe something so delicious could be made. And just for him nonetheless.

He hoped your words were truthful. He hoped he would see you again that afternoon so he could thank you.

Tendo made his way toward the gym, where he would be partaking in the usual practice routine.

When he arrived and was fully changed into his gym clothes, he made sure to warm up with his teammates.

He stretched and received a few balls, making sure to keep an eye out for you.

The redhead made sure to glance over at the students' section every so often.

Tendo was quite disillusioned to find you nowhere to be seen.

An hour into practice, he figured you just weren't coming. He had been tricked, hadn't he.

Oh well.

There's no way a girl like you would seriously be into him.

He decided to go on as if nothing had happened, as per usual. He continued giving it his all during practice as was expected from him.

.

.

.

Tendo exited the changing room, having his regular school uniform on now. He could hear his younger teammates messing about in the room behind him while he bent down low, grabbing his shows and placing them in front of himself.

"Tendo." He hears the firm, stoic voice of his best buddy call out.

"Hey! Wakaaa!" The lankier boy teased with the nickname, looking off in Ushijima's direction whilst putting his left shoe on.

"There was a girl looking for you." The barely taller male spoke.

"A girl?" Tendo repeated, moving on to his right shoe.

"I thought she was gonna ask me for my autograph. Instead, she asked me about you." Ushiwaka informed, with his usual straight face.

Tendo straightened up his body, finishing up with his shoes he turned his full attention to his friend.

"Where is she?" The redhead asked, picturing your shaky figure holding out the gift he enjoyed so much.

Ushiwaka shrugged.

"She was outside the gym, last time I saw her."

Tendo thanked his friend and quickly made his way back to the gym, hoping he hadn't missed you.

He was relieved to find you curiously standing about right outside the gym.

"Excuse me?" He spoke, stepping to you.

You quickly turn around to meet the boy, your hair whipping the air from the speed.

"Tendo!" You spoke, surprised.

"I'm shocked, I didn't think I'd see you again or have the chance to thank you for those chocolates." Tendo teased, reffering to your absence earlier.

He watched your face twist into guilt.

"I am only able to see you when my club activities end early. I'm so sorry! Did you like the gift then..?" You ramble, apologetically, your cheeks flushing.

Tendo suddenly found it increasingly difficult to hide how flattered he is by your presence.

You took the time to come see him after your own club activities and even asked Ushiwaka about him. And the way you messed with your uniform nervously as you spoke was adorable in his eyes.

"Like it? I loved it!! I've never had anything so good before." His face warmed up.

"Really?? It was a family recipe.. I barely learned it, so I'm glad you enjoyed them!" You gave another sweet smile, almost as sweet as the treats the boy had last night.

"You'll have to teach me that recipe some time, cause seriously, I've never had anything like that before!" He gushed, hoping he didn't sound too enthusiastic.

You blush at his compliments.

"So.. do you enjoy making sweets too, Tendo?" You wonder, hoping the two of you might find something in common, it would be beneficial to keep the conversation going which you hoped would happen.

"Actually, I've never baked or anything like that. But, if it's possible to make something that good, I'd like to learn it."

You were happy that he took such interest in you. You honestly hadn't expected it. You were just some girl after all. It warmed your heart and the tips of your ears.

"By the way, you were looking for me? Ushiwaka told me."

Again, your cheeks flushed and you stiffened up.

"Well, I wanted to see you! I am a fan of yours, you know!" You laughed awkwardly admitting you truly did just want to see him.

Tendo's cheeks warmed further equal to yours now.

You wanted to see him? His fan? A pretty girl?

Could words be ever more flattering? Could you make him any more embarrassed? He seriously couldn't believe it.

You really called yourself his fan.

"Oh, wow. I didn't know I had such a beautiful fan." He sputtered, relieved that he hadn't stuttered. He almost missed your expression after those words.

Your face dropped, and he could see the visible pink hue that coated your pretty cheeks.

"I-Well, you know, I mean.. you're awesome and like also super! And beautiful.. too.." Your eyes widened from your own words. How could one stumble over themselves so damn much?

You internally beat the shit out of yourself. There's no way you didn't totally just blow it.

You almost missed how his eyes widened, too, and he blushed. Tendo looked as if you could eat him right up right then and there.

"Jeez.. you really came here just to flatter me." Tendo couldn't ignore the fact that no one had ever called him beautiful before. You were the first. And damn, it was a really nice feeling.

He couldn't believe it. This had to be a dream.

You couldn't really reply after how badly you stuttered you were surely traumatized from the embarrassment.

"So, how about that recipe?"

The boy eased your nerves by not turning away or insinuating that he disliked you. He wouldn't anyway. No way in a million years would he walk away.

You smiled, taking a deep breath to calm yourself before continuing the conversation.

You gave him a social media account of your choosing so he could contact you.

Tendo asked about your club, and the two of you spoke of your many interests. He even walked with you to your bus stop.

You found that the two of you didn't have much in common, but his interest in your hobby of baking and making sweets just might change that.

It might even create a duo of married chocolatiers.

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[fayelero]

ⓘ 01. GETTING YOU FLUSTERED !

⤷ multiple ﹫ female reader ﹫ fluff ﹫ drabbles

⌗ bokuto, kageyama, kuroo, tendou, atsumu, osamu, suna, kenma, tsukishima, semi, iwaizumi

⚠︎ suggestive for some of them, fluff .ᐟ.ᐟ

𓍯𓂃 bokuto kotaro

Bokuto’s golden eyes lock onto yours with a sharp, knowing intensity, the kind that sets your skin ablaze before he even speaks. He leans in just slightly, that signature smirk tugging at the corner of his lips—cocky, playful, and entirely too devastating. Your breath catches, heat rushing to your cheeks as his gaze never wavers, holding you there like a prisoner to his wicked amusement. “What’s wrong, babe?” he murmurs, voice low, teasing, fully aware of the effect he has on you. The smirk deepens, and you swear your heart might just give out as his fingers brush against your wrist—light, fleeting, but enough to send a shiver straight down your spine.

He chuckles, the sound rich and smug, as if he can see right through you���see the way your pulse is racing, the way your lips part just slightly, searching for a comeback that won’t come. His fingers trail higher, tracing lazy circles against your skin, and when he finally tilts his head, his smirk turning downright sinful, you swear you forget how to breathe. “You always get this flustered when I look at you like that?” he teases, voice dripping with amusement, but there’s something darker beneath it—something possessive, hungry. He inches closer, so close you can feel his breath ghost over your lips, and just when you think he’ll kiss you, he pulls back with a satisfied hum, leaving you burning, aching, and hopelessly addicted to the way he unravels you with nothing but a look.

𓍯𓂃 kageyama tobio

Kageyama isn’t one for grand gestures, but the way he sneaks in those fleeting, stolen kisses when no one is looking? It’s downright lethal. One moment, you’re standing beside him, completely unsuspecting, and the next, his lips brush against the side of your temple—so quick, so soft, you almost think you imagined it. But then he does it again, this time at the corner of your mouth, so subtle yet so deliberate it sends a rush of heat straight through you. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even acknowledge the way your breath hitches or how your fingers curl into fists at your sides. Instead, he just keeps his expression neutral, only the slight twitch of his lips betraying his amusement. And when you finally manage to shoot him a flustered glare, cheeks burning, he just shrugs, leans in one last time, and murmurs against your skin, “You make it too easy.”

As if to prove his point, he does it again—this time a featherlight press of his lips just below your ear, so quick yet so devastating that your entire body tenses. Your breath stutters, heart hammering against your ribs, and he knows it. You can feel the way his lips linger for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, the ghost of a smirk hidden against your skin. And then he’s gone, standing beside you as if nothing happened, eyes fixed ahead like the perfect picture of innocence. But when you dare to glance up at him, you catch it—the slightest hint of mischief flickering in his deep blue eyes, his hand brushing against yours like a silent promise: This isn’t over.

𓍯𓂃 tetsuro kuroo

Kuroo is relentless, a walking storm of teasing fingers and knowing smirks, completely unbothered by when or where he touches you—because to him, there’s never a bad time to drive you insane. His hands are always on you, tracing lazy patterns along your thighs when you sit beside him, ghosting over your lower back as he passes by, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt just to rest against your waist like he belongs there. And he does it so effortlessly, so naturally, that it leaves you breathless every single time. His fingers toy with the ends of your hair, tugging just enough to make your stomach flip, his palm pressing firmly against the curve of your hip when he pulls you closer, his touch burning through the fabric of your clothes like a brand. And the worst part? He knows what he’s doing. The way your breath catches, the way you shiver under his touch—he drinks it in, smirking against your ear as he leans in, voice low and full of sinful amusement. “You get flustered way too easily, babe,” he murmurs, his fingers slipping beneath your chin to tilt your gaze up to his. “Good thing I don’t mind making it worse.”

As if to prove his point, his fingers trail down, tracing the column of your throat with a touch so light it sends a full-body shiver ripping through you. His smirk deepens, eyes dark with satisfaction as his hands find your waist again, gripping just hard enough to make your breath hitch. And then—because he’s Kuroo, because he lives to see you unravel—he dips his head, lips barely grazing your jaw, his breath hot against your skin. “What’s wrong?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with mock innocence, his fingers kneading slow, deliberate circles into your hips. “Can’t handle me?” He’s taunting you, playing with you like it’s his favorite game, and when your hands fly up to his chest to push him away—halfhearted and weak—he just chuckles, pressing a fleeting kiss to the corner of your lips before pulling back, eyes gleaming. “Baby,” he muses, hands still resting on you, still making your skin burn. “you’re not fooling anyone.”

𓍯𓂃 atsumu miya

Atsumu is shameless, and he knows exactly what he’s doing when he tugs you in by the waist—fast, effortless, like it’s second nature. One second you’re standing there, minding your own business, and the next, his hands are locked around you, pulling you flush against him with a grip that’s all confidence and zero hesitation. He leans in close, lips hovering just over your ear, his breath warm and teasing as his fingers flex against your sides. “Didn’t expect that, did ya?” he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement, his smirk pressed into the curve of your jaw. He waits for it, the way your breath stutters, the way your hands instinctively clutch at his arms like he’s the only thing keeping you upright. And when your cheeks go hot, when you finally manage to stammer out something incoherent, he chuckles—low, deep, and entirely too smug. “Aww, look at ya,” he coos, tilting his head back just enough to drink in your flustered expression, his grip on you tightening like he has no plans of letting go. “Y’always get this shy when I touch ya like this?”

As if he hasn’t already wrecked you enough, he gives your waist a playful squeeze, pulling you in just a fraction closer—like he needs you there, pressed up against him. His smirk deepens when you suck in a sharp breath, and before you can even think of escaping, he dips his head, brushing his lips against your temple in a featherlight tease. “Mmh,” he mutters, his voice laced with pure mischief, fingers still firm against your sides. “I think I like ya even more when you’re speechless.”

𓍯𓂃 tendou satori

Tendō is usually all sharp grins and endless chatter, but when he goes silent—really silent—it’s dangerous. You’re mid-sentence, voice steady, trying to keep your train of thought, but then it happens. His gaze flickers down—just for a second—to your lips, slow and deliberate, before dragging back up to your eyes. And suddenly, every word dies in your throat. He doesn’t smirk, doesn’t tease, just watches you with that unnervingly intense stare, his crimson eyes dark with something unreadable, something that sends a shiver straight down your spine. The weight of his gaze alone sets you on fire, but it’s the way he tilts his head slightly, as if considering something, as if debating whether to act on whatever thought just crossed his mind, that really makes you unravel. He leans in just a little, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him, and then—just when you think he might actually kiss you—he pulls back with a hum, lips curling into a knowing smirk. “What’s wrong?” he muses, amusement dripping from his voice as he rests his chin in his palm. “You were saying something, right?”

𓍯𓂃 osamu miya

Osamu isn’t the type to make a big show of affection, but when he does? It’s enough to knock the air from your lungs. You don’t even hear him coming—not until his arms snake around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest in one smooth, effortless motion. A startled gasp escapes you, but before you can even process the warmth of him, his lips brush against your cheek—soft, slow, but deliberate. The heat of his breath lingers against your skin, and he doesn’t move, doesn’t let go, just holds you there like he has all the time in the world. “Didn’t mean to scare ya,” he murmurs, his voice low, lazy, but there’s something smug beneath it—something that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing. His grip tightens just slightly, his fingers pressing into your hips as he tilts his head, his lips barely an inch from your ear now. “But ya went all quiet on me,” he muses, his tone rich with amusement. “That mean ya liked it?”

𓍯𓂃 suna rintaro

Suna doesn’t just hug you—he engulfs you, his arms locking around you in a way that makes it impossible to escape, like he needs you this close. His body is warm against yours, solid, unyielding, but it’s the way his lips press against your neck—slow, unhurried—that really sets your skin on fire. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t give you a second to breathe, just keeps kissing along the sensitive curve of your throat, each press of his lips sending a shiver down your spine. His grip tightens as you squirm, a deep hum vibrating in his chest like he finds your reaction amusing. “What’s wrong?” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and laced with something dark, something teasing. Another kiss—this time just beneath your ear, slower, more deliberate. “You’re shakin’,” he notes, his tone smug, his arms still locked around you, holding you in place. He finally pauses, just for a second, his breath hot against your neck. “Too much for you?” But before you can even think of answering, his lips are back on you—this time, with even less restraint.

𓍯𓂃 kenma kozume

Kenma is subtle, effortless in the way he completely disarms you without even trying. He doesn’t say anything when he leans into you, just rests his head against your shoulder like it’s second nature, like you were made to support him. The warmth of him seeps into your skin, and you swear your heartbeat stumbles, but he stays perfectly calm—his fingers idly seeking yours out, lacing them together in a loose but deliberate grip. It’s such a simple thing, the way he holds your hand, the way his thumb brushes absentmindedly against your skin, but it sends a rush of warmth straight to your cheeks. You try to focus on anything else, anything but the way he’s practically melting against you, so at ease, so soft—but then he sighs, the tiniest, most content sound, and you swear your heart nearly gives out. He shifts slightly, just enough to glance up at you through half-lidded golden eyes, his expression unreadable. And then, as if sensing your flustered state, he squeezes your hand once and murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, “You’re warm.” Simple. Quiet. But enough to wreck you completely.

𓍯𓂃 tsukishima kei

Tsukishima isn’t one for big displays of affection, but when he decides to fluster you? He doesn’t miss. It happens so fast you barely have time to process it—one second, you’re standing beside him in a crowded space, and the next, he’s leaning down, his height making it effortless for him to hover just over you. His breath brushes against your ear, his voice so low, so quiet, that it’s meant for you and no one else. “I love you.” Three simple words, but the way he says them—soft, deliberate, intimate—has your entire body locking up. You feel his smirk before you even see it, the faintest tilt of his lips as he pulls back just enough to watch your reaction, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. He doesn’t need to tease, doesn’t need to say anything else—he just watches, waiting for the inevitable flush to creep up your neck, for the way your fingers twitch like you don’t know what to do with yourself. And then, as if he didn’t just ruin you in the middle of a public space, he straightens up, pushing his glasses up with an infuriating nonchalance. “What? Did you want me to say it louder?”

𓍯𓂃 hajime iwaizumi

Iwaizumi doesn’t even think about it—it’s instinct, second nature, the way his hand always finds its place on your waist. It doesn’t matter where you are or who’s around; his grip is firm, steady, possessive in a way that makes your heart race every single time. He’ll guide you through a crowd with an effortless pull, his fingers pressing just hard enough to make your breath catch. Or worse—he’ll stand behind you, his palm resting against your hip like it belongs there, his thumb absentmindedly stroking slow, teasing circles against your skin. And he acts so casual about it, barely even glancing at you while you’re left burning under his touch. But then—when he finally does look down at you, noticing the way you tense, the way your fingers grip at your clothes like you’re trying to compose yourself—he smirks, tilting his head slightly. “What’s with that look?” he murmurs, voice low, teasing. “You get flustered that easily?” His fingers tighten just slightly, a silent reminder of how close he is, and when you stammer out something incoherent, he just chuckles, leaning in to mutter, “Better get used to it, sweetheart.”

𓍯𓂃 semi eita

Semi doesn’t do things halfway—when he kisses you, he really kisses you. It’s never just a soft peck or a fleeting brush of lips; it’s deep, deliberate, and all-consuming. And the fact that he does it in public? That just makes it worse. One second, you’re standing there, minding your business, and the next, his hand is gripping your jaw, tilting your face up to his before his lips crash against yours. It’s not just a kiss—it’s claiming, his tongue sliding against yours with no hesitation, no shame, like he wants people to see. His fingers press into your skin, keeping you close, holding you in place as he kisses you like he has something to prove. And when he finally pulls back—leaving you breathless, your lips tingling, your entire body burning—he just smirks, brushing his thumb over your swollen bottom lip. “What?” he murmurs, voice low, teasing. “Too much for you?” His eyes gleam with amusement, knowing damn well he just wrecked you in front of everyone, and as he leans in again, lips barely an inch from yours, he adds, “Better get used to it, babe. I’m not done yet.”

[444mera]

CHRONICALLY ONLINE!

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after a week straight of being holed up in the dorm working on your finals, with an annoyingly noisy next-door neighbor at that, you're finally out at a party. with the stress of piling assignments, deadly deadlines, and an infuriating neighbor who you've endlessly tried to confront but somehow have never seen the face of — it was time to get drunk. usually, the more alcohol you drink, the more single you feel; you're blackout drunk. now flirting with the guy you've been eyeing the whole night, everything's going well. but why does his voice sound so familiar?

pairing: suna rintarou x f!reader

status: ongoing (started may 31, 2024)

genre: 18+ romance, smau + written

tags: social media au, college au, strangers to lovers, crack, fluff, angst, smut if i feel like it

warnings: swearing, alcohol, drug use (marijuana), suggestive and sexual themes, probably a lot of kms jokes/crude humour

taglist is open! comment to be tagged :)

profiles:

art students (and atsumu) | Freaky Singles Looking For Love (18+)

teasers:

semi's gig | where's bo taking us this time?

the setup.

01. hashtag pregame

02. boiler room ☆

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☆ mera's mail ! hey divas this is my first actual smau (but i've always wanted to make one lol!) i've regressed into my 2020-2022 haikyuu phase and i've been trying to look for smaus to no avail ... so i decided to make my own instead because i'm self-indulgent like that. ALSO the cover photo for this took me an egregious amount of time because i had to start over so i hope y'all like it. recommend some series' you think i'd enjoy! you can send me questions, suggestions, etc. in my ask too. i am also very open to moots mwahahah

[jinisnuggets]

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅? (𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒌𝒚𝒖𝒖 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔)

ᴵᴺᶜᴸᵁᴰᴱˢ: ᴷᵃᵍᵉʸᵃᵐᵃ, ᴬᵏᵃᵃˢʰⁱ, ᵀᵒᵒʳᵘ, ᴷᵉⁿᵐᵃ, ˢᵘᵍᵃʷᵃʳᵃ, ˢᵉᵐⁱ, ᴬᵗˢᵘᵐᵘ

ᴿᴱᴬᴰᴱᴿ: ᴳⁿ (ᴺᵒ ᵖʳᵒⁿᵒᵘⁿˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ)

ᴳᴱᴺᴿᴱ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳˢ: ⁿᵒⁿᵉ

ᵂᴼᴿᴰ ᶜᴼᵁᴺᵀ: ⁰.⁴ᵏ (⁶⁰ⁱˢʰ ᵖᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

Sugawara

You can't convince me that Suga isn't the type to love showing his partner affection, anytime he sees you, he'll always make sure you know how much you mean to him. He can be more like a mother than a boyfriend; however, he doesn't really care how he shows you his love, it can be by words, or by actions.

Akaashi

He isn't the most touchy guy, yet his words do all the work for him. Hearing this man whisper sweet things into your ear at night, while you both lay in the silence of your bedroom in the comfort of your bed. He can have his clingy moments, but he regularly enjoys letting you know his care by telling you the sweetest things he can think of.

Semi

I don't believe he'd be very affectionate overall, but if you make him flustered he'd be sure to return the favor. He's a jealous guy, not in a distrusting manner; but if he spots or catches onto someone flirting with his s/o, his body will always react before his mind can. Despite his intimidating appearance, he's a softy and you know it.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

Tooru

Do I even need to provide an explanation? Of course Tooru is the clingy type of boyfriend (jealous too). Anytime he spots you, he'll call you by your personalized nickname, and cutely demand for your attention. And although he may overthink things sometimes; his favorite feeling is the one of you coming up just to reassure him with that voice he loves hearing.

Atsumu

He may sometimes get a little out of hand, due to always speaking his mind out, and well… sometimes he may do it on purpose. He knows fully well that if he does something mischievous it means that you'll have to come and take him away, meaning that it'll be a bonus gift for him. He enjoys any moment you spend together, that's a fact.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡

Kageyama

He can have his moments. Normally playing the tough one but later on acting like a baby when you end up cuddling, he'd constantly be switching in between roles, most of the time starting as the one to show his love to you in order to just end up the one curled up in between your arms. You'd make fun of him for that.

Kenma

Being a calm guy, he normally isn't the one to initiate anything of a romantic sort with you. But if he notices odd behavior from you, or feels as if he's not giving you enough attention, he'll be sure to correct whatever behavior he needs to. However, he himself absolutely adores having his hair be brushed and in between your fingers.

[makkir0ll]

take my breath away

yachi h. x fem reader

status: coming soon!

synopsis: yachi quite literally takes your breath away when you two mix up your bags at the prefecture finals match

content: cheerleader reader, crack, gay jokes, reader has asthma, fluff fluff fluff!!!!!, wlw (happy pride month), bisexual reader, some mommy issues??

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a/n: so first smau!! yay exciting. there are a lot of cheer references so lmk if you want a glossary!!

introductions: crazy rats | a bunch of queer ppl

prologue

chapter one: coming soon...

[snorelexa]

IDEA: what type of music would TIMESKIP! semi eita create and why would it be similar to 5sos’s self titled album???

[sippy--sippy]

Page Turner (Kageyama Tobio x Reader) Part 3 - Summary: Tobio wants to try something risky with you. CW: Smut, Exhibitionism, Semi-Public Sex Word Count: 3,650 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 A/N: Tee hee, this is my first time (writing smut) be gentle. No gendered pronouns are used, but it is implied the reader is AFAB. MINORS DNI ! Also, this can be read as a stand alone one-shot if you nasties just want the smut

Come to the locker room.

When you got the sudden text from Tobio, you were lounging on a bench outside the gymnasium where Tobio’s team had just suffered a brutal loss to a rival French team. Knowing the loss would weigh on him as it always did, you had already run over to the pastry shop nearby to pick up many of his newfound favorite Italian delicacies. Tobio was a perfectionist, so when games didn’t go his way, he would spend the rest of the evening thinking through every minute of the game, trying to piece together what he could’ve done differently to get his team the win. The added stress of still trying to prove his worth to his new team, even after being on the team for nearly a year, didn’t help.

Moving to Italy after Tobio had signed a deal with Ali Roma hadn’t been easy. Both of you scrambled to learn Italian as fast as possible, find a place to live and adjust to the different culture. You had to find a job, even though Tobio insisted you didn’t need one because his volleyball career could support you both. While he was right, you couldn’t stand the thought of being home alone all day while he was at practice or gone to away games that you weren’t able to attend. So you found a job at a bookstore close to your condo.

It was tough in the beginning since you couldn’t read in Italian yet and could still barely understand it when people spoke to you at the shop. Luckily, the old lady who owned it seemed to enjoy your charm and hired you anyway, especially since you already knew the ins and outs of the book world with your years as a librarian. The job helped your Italian come along nicely, as well as Tobio’s. Back in Tokyo, Tobio would spend any free time he had around his volleyball schedule to keep you company in the library after the two of you started dating. Doing so helped him realize he actually enjoyed reading for fun, not just out of necessity.

Now that you worked in a bookstore and could buy books in Italian, the two of you would spend quiet nights slowly reading children’s books to help improve your comprehension. Now, after a year of learning, both of you are back to reading at your regular level.

The longer you lived in Italy, the more you fell in love with it. The people, the scenery, the food. It was all perfect. Plus, shortly after moving here, the Italian countryside had given you both the most beautiful wedding venue one could ever ask for so maybe you were just a tad bit biassed about how perfect Italy was.

Tobio’s sudden text caused you to pause your scrolling through the comments on your most recent Instagram post (A picture of a particularly gorgeous sunrise streaming through your bedroom window and a small glimpse of Tobio snuggled up next to you, asleep. His fans always went nuts for posts like this. You loved to feed them small nuggets of your domestic life with him). He never asked you to come to him after a game, especially in the locker room. He always said to wait outside and he’d find you. You were instantly concerned something was wrong. Did the loss really affect him that much?

Gathering the bag of pastries in your arms, you stood up from the bench and rushed back inside the building. It was almost completely empty by now. There were a couple fans still loitering in the halls, conversing with each other and a couple building staff roaming around. You doubted the athletes were even still here. 

Hustling down a couple of side hallways, you eventually walked up to the men's locker room. It was silent inside. Slowly pushing the door open, it creaked loudly on its hinges. You couldn’t see Tobio anywhere just by peeking your head in, so you tentatively stepped past the threshold of the door and walked inside.

“Tobio?” you loudly whispered. You prayed no one else besides Tobio was inside. You really didn’t need to see one of his teammates naked today. When you received no response, you wandered further in. You passed multiple alcoves of lockers, and a line of open showers before finding him. 

He was tucked in the last alcove of lockers, sitting on the concrete bench that ran underneath said lockers. He was slouched forward, elbows resting on his knees and hands grasped together. Dropping the bag of pastries on the floor, you rushed to him. You’d seen him down on himself after games before, but he’d never looked this upset.

“Tobio? Sweetheart?”

You gently rested your hands on the sides of his head and tilted his face up so he’d look at you. To your confusion, he didn’t look angry or sad. In fact, you couldn’t tell at all what he was thinking. You’d gotten really good at reading Tobio’s almost constantly stoic expression, but now you were doubting your abilities. 

“Are you okay?” you whispered, almost hesitantly. 

You took a step back as he stood up, towering over you. He stared intently into your eyes, brows bunched in thought. You took the time to glance at the rest of him, assessing for any possible injuries that might explain his weird behavior. He still wore his volleyball getup, even his knee pads hadn’t been removed. He wasn’t glistening with sweat anymore but still smelled like it, meaning he hadn’t showered yet either. What was he doing in here the whole time, then? Just sitting? It wasn’t like him, but you couldn’t see any physical clue to why he was acting so weird.

Well, until you took notice of his shorts. They weren’t skin tight by any means, but they sure didn’t leave anything to the imagination when he was aroused. You knew because you had seen it happen many times. You would have Tobio wear his volleyball uniform in bed quite often. You couldn’t help it, he just looked so good in it and it never failed in turning you on.

Tobio slowly removed your hands from his face and instead threw them over his shoulders so your arms were wrapped loosely around his neck, never breaking eye contact with you. His hands then slid down your sides to rest low on your hips, fingers sliding under your matching Ali Roma jersey to hook underneath the hem of your jeans. 

“I wanna try something,” he mumbled, slowly starting to tug your pants down, underwear following suit. 

“R-Right now?! But Tobio, someone could walk in and see us.” Despite your verbal protest, you didn’t stop him from helping you toe off your shoes and kicking your pants and underwear off your legs.

“I know. That’s the point.” His voice was much deeper and rougher than it usually was.

This was a real shock to you. Tobio had never expressed the want or need to attempt anything public beyond holding hands and the occasional hug or kiss. He preferred having you all to himself in the privacy of your bedroom, and didn’t want to risk sharing you with anyone else. So why’d he suddenly change his mind?

Once your legs were free of clothing, Tobio wrapped his hands around the backs of your thighs and lifted you into the air with ease, walking you back to rest against the lockers with a thud. Your legs automatically wrapped tightly around his hips to keep yourself in the air, feeling his arousal rub against yours.

Your mind was running a hundred miles an hour. The fact he chose his team’s locker room of all places was very surprising to you. Any of his teammates, coaches, or managers could walk in at any second and his volleyball career could go up in smoke. All those years of hard work and dedication, gone.  But even knowing this, he wanted to risk it anyway. You couldn’t deny the whole situation had you shaking in both nerves and anticipation.

“W-What’s gotten into you? You’ve never wanted to try anything like this before.”

You fisted your hands into his jersey as he held you up with one arm wrapped tightly underneath you and used his free hand to tug down his shorts just enough to free himself. 

“Last Monday, when you had work and I had the day off, I skimmed through one of those romance books you brought home from the bookstore since you’re always raving about them and I was bored.” As he spoke, without any preparation, he entered you slowly. It was a little more uncomfortable than normal, but you were already so wet because of the whole situation that he had little trouble sliding in. It took everything in you to stop from letting out a loud groan, in fear someone would hear. You chose to bite your tongue instead as Tobio kept talking. “They did something similar to this in the book and it was intriguing. I wanted to test it out to see if it was as exciting as they made it seem.” He finally bottomed out, and let out a shaky breath, a small smile crossing his lips as he nodded. “So far, they were right.”

You heaved a breath and let out a light giggle. “Those books are filthy. Can’t wait to see what else you want to try.” 

Tobio leaned in to rest his forehead against yours, staring deep into your eyes as he always did and gave you a smile. “I’ve got lots of ideas.” He tilted his head forward the last couple centimeters to claim your mouth with his and started to set a slow, tantalising pace.

He swallowed up the noises you made with his mouth, but he couldn’t stop the loud sounds your back made as it rhythmically thumped the empty lockers. Kageyama was a professional at turning you into a pile of mush. He knew just what to do with his hips to make your eyes roll back into your head. 

When you first began dating, Tobio was extremely embarrassed to admit that he’d never been intimate with anyone before. He’d never seen the appeal until you came along, and suddenly volleyball wasn’t his whole world anymore. The first time was awkward, and he was a blushing mess the whole time but Tobio was nothing if not a great learner. It only took him a couple attempts before he knew exactly how to make you squirm. It helped that he had an impressive length. It wasn’t the thickest, but it could reach spots of you you didn’t know existed.

Your toes curled around the air, your legs squeezing his hips to try to get him as close and as deep as possible. You were certain your tongue was going to be bleeding from how hard you were biting it, keeping your noises suppressed as much as possible. Still, whimpers escaped your throat on their own. Tobio seemed to have trouble keeping himself quiet, as he’d decided it would be best to bite down on your shoulder, gripping the Kageyama jersey you wore in his teeth. Grunts still escaped him as he rocked you against the lockers. You honestly didn’t even know why you both bothered to keep your voices down, because the lockers were loud enough to drown out any noise you both made and alert anyone passing by to what you were doing anyway.

Tobio kneaded the flesh of your thighs in his hands, gripping hard enough to leave bruises that you knew he’d profusely apologize for later. Any time you started to slip down the lockers, he’d heft you back up with a thrust that had you seeing stars.

To keep yourself distracted, you busied yourself with gripping the dark strands of hair at the nape of his neck, mouthing at his throat that bobbed at every nip you made. The salty taste of his sweat from the game still lingered all over his skin, and you made it your mission to lick up every single drop that you could reach.

After you started paying special attention to the spot on his neck just under his ear that made him melt, all movements between the two of you stopped immediately when the loud creak of the locker room door echoed through the air. You instantly pulled your head away from Tobio’s neck to stare wide eyed at him in fear. He stared back at you, eyes swimming with concentration as you both held your breath to listen for any more movement. 

“Kageyama? Sei ancora qui?” (Are you still here?)

It took every brain cell you had left to translate the sentence as Tobio had nearly pulled completely out of you on his last thrust, now just barely filling you with his tip. You couldn’t place the voice but it sounded familiar. One of Tobio’s teammates?

Tobio gulped to clear his throat before the bastard actually answered him back. He could’ve just kept quiet and the man would’ve hopefully just left when no one responded to him. Now the man would know Tobio was here and might come looking for him.

“Sì, sono stato un po' distratto. Sto proprio per farmi una doccia e tornare a casa.” (Yes, I got a little sidetracked. I'm just about to shower and head home.)

“Va bene, volevo solo farti sapere il programma della nostra prossima partita.” (Alright, I just wanted to let you know about the schedule for our next game.)

As the man went into the details about their next game (you think that’s what he said, at least. You couldn’t focus on a single thing he said), you watched Tobio get a dangerous glint in his eye. On one hand, you were eternally grateful that the man decided to just talk to Tobio loudly across the locker room rather than come talk to him face-to-face. On the other hand, it gave Tobio the perfect opportunity to torture you when you had no choice but to stay quiet.

Supporting you with one arm wrapped underneath your ass so you wouldn’t fall, he clamped his free hand over your mouth. He then hiked his leg up so his foot stood on the concrete bench that ran just underneath you. This spread your thighs apart even further to make room for him as he ever so slowly seated himself fully in you once again. The new angle helped him reach even deeper and hit the spongy part of you that had your eyes rolling so far back into your head, you felt like they were about to pop out of your skull. 

To your both pleasure and pain, he didn’t move more than that, forcing you to stay seated on him while he talked to the stranger. Any involuntary clench of your core made him twitch, which brushed that sweet spot, bringing you closer and closer to release but never quite reaching it. Dignity be damned, you dug your heels into his ass to try to bring him even closer than he already was, begging him to move or do anything to get you satiated. Stubborn as always, he refused to budge, planting himself against you as he talked to the man as if he wasn’t buried to the hilt.

To an untrained ear, he seemed to be talking normally but after your years of knowing him, you could hear the almost undetectable shudder to his voice. Good, you thought, he should be suffering too. This is what he wanted, right? So you looked him right in the eye as you started to grind yourself down on him as much as his iron grip would allow. It wasn’t much, but it was doing the trick as his breathing picked up and you saw his abdomen twitch, his own body begging him to move. He gave you a look that made you shiver. You knew you’d pay for this later.

“Fammi sapere se hai domande. Grande partita oggi!” (Let me know if you have any questions. Great game today!

“Grazie, signore. Ci vediamo domani.” (Thank you, sir. See you tomorrow.)

You registered their goodbyes as the loud creak of the locker room door swung shut, leaving you both in dead silence once again. The tension was thick as you stared at each other, both faces flushed and breathing ragged.

“Trying to make me break in front of my coach?” he hummed, pulling his hand away from your mouth once a couple of moments passed without a sound, making sure the man had actually gone.

“This was your idea in the first place, babe. Wanted to make sure you got the full experience,” you teased. “What do you think?”

A smirk graced his face as he trailed his slim fingers down to that sweet spot right at the apex of your thighs. “I think we should do this more often.” And he was off again, setting an even more fierce pace than before. 

With the new angle he entered you at and the carefully calculated pinches, rubs and scrape of his nails on the bundle of nerves that drove you mad, you felt yourself nearing your end in mere minutes. He didn’t seem to be faring any better, thrusts becoming sloppy and less timed, his hold on you becoming shaky. You gripped his shirt with one hand and held your own hand over your mouth as your noises became impossible to stop. He went back to biting your shoulder, this time certainly leaving a bruise where his teeth sunk into your flesh through the jersey. 

Neither of you said a word as you both reached your climax, groaning in sync as he coated your insides in his spend. Breath ragged, he slowed his movements down to ride you both down from the high until his hips stopped, seating himself within you in content. You held tight to his shoulders, breath heating his neck as you tried to slow your heart rate down. You could feel his thighs twitching beneath yours in exhaustion from supporting you for so long. The only sounds in the otherwise silent locker room were your breathing, the hum of the overhead LED lights and the occasional splat of your mixed fluids falling onto the tiled floor. 

After a second, Tobio gently pulled out and set you down on your feet, supporting your weight when you nearly collapsed. Your legs were numb and knees had turned to jelly. You leaned against his broad chest, listening to his quickened heartbeat as he ran his fingers up and down your back.

“I love you,” you sighed, blissed out of your mind.

“I love you too. Sorry if that was too intense.”

You looked up at him and smiled, rubbing circles into the soft muscles around his waist. “That’s ok. I enjoyed it.”

Tobio helped you over to the locker room showers, assisting you in removing the rest of your clothing even though you insisted you could do it yourself. You busied yourself with getting the shower at the perfect temperature as Tobio wet a towel to clean up the mess you both left on the bench and had trailed to the shower. He had shed all of his clothing by the time he returned, holding his personal bottle of shampoo and body wash for both of your use. 

He focused on you first, scrubbing your body down with the cedar smelling soap. With the softest touch, he cleaned up the mess between your thighs. You let him do his thing as you loosely wrapped your arms around his waist, brushing your fingers over the two dimples that sat in his skin at the base of his spine. He took care, for whatever reason, to keep his body between you and the open locker room behind him. It wasn’t like he was blowing your back out in that exact locker room minutes before. You weren’t sure why he was suddenly so concerned about keeping any straggling eyes off you, but you didn’t mind. 

Once your body was washed (you told him not to worry about your hair, you could just wash it at home), he let you wash him. You focused on his hair first, scrubbing the shampoo into his scalp as he closed his eyes in delight. Once his hair was clean, you scrubbed every nook and cranny of his body to get rid of any leftover sweat from the game that you missed with your tongue. 

You were both contently silent as you towel-dried each other off, helping each other dress and slipping out the back entrance to the locker room to avoid any curious eyes. He held the long forgotten pastry bag in his hand and slung his gym bag over his shoulder, using his other hand to hold onto yours tightly.

“We should try that again sometime”

Tobio looked at you in surprise. “Really?”

“Yep. But next time, let's pick a spot where if we do get caught, you don’t lose your job.”

He nodded and shrugged. “Maybe. That added to the thrill of it though. I don’t think we’ll find a better spot than that. Except maybe in Atsumu’s bed at his next birthday party.”

You giggled and held onto his arm with your free hand. “That could be fun. First though, I want you to show me what else you learned in the book you stole from me.”

He got that evil glint in his eye again and squeezed your hand. “Deal.”

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A/N: Ahhh hope you guys enjoyed! Smut is scary to write omg. Next up? Probably Brazil arc Hinata because he’s so babygirl or an Atsumu fic because I love that loser

[semiis]

I'LL BE BACK W/ SEMI EITA

pairing: semi eita x reader

genre: drabble ; fluff

warning(s): none

a/n: another old post from one of my old blogs. it was one of my personal favorites because i am the biggest semi fucker. hope you enjoy it!

you woke up to cold, flattened sheets. it was early morning, the crack of dawn, an hour you rarely saw. normally, you’d sleep in until 10 AM, feeling well-rested. yet the absence of warmth beside you, the vacancy where your lover should have been, woke you up. 

groggily, your eyes roamed the dimly lit room, catching a faint glow coming from the bathroom. the bathroom door, slightly ajar, revealed a fleeting glimpse of your lover’s figure before the door swung fully open, revealing himself dressed from head to toe. 

you frowned, confused. he wasn’t the type to get up early, let alone before you. you watched as he tousled his messy ash blonde hair. his dark brown eyes met yours, widening briefly before softening, a smile curling his lips.

“good morning love,” he said, approaching the bed. placing his hands on the mattress, he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “what are you doing up so early?”  

“i should be asking you the same thing, semi,” you replied, your hands instinctively finding their way to the back of his neck, drawing him closer. his chuckle, a melody to your ears, reverberated in the quiet room. 

his arms encircled your waist, his lips brushing your ear. you shivered at the warmth of his breath against your skin. “did you forget what day it is?”

before you could respond, the shrill of semi’s alarm shattered the moment. he let go of you to grab his phone, showing you the screen. a sigh escaped your lips as realization dawned. your hand gripped his wrist, pulling him back onto the bed, flipping the positions. you nestled your head against his chest, clutching his shirt tightly. 

he laughed softly and patted your head, then gently tilted your chin to meet his soft gaze. 

“do you really have to go?” you pouted. 

his thumb caressed your cheek, his fingers tracing the corners of your lips in an attempt to transform your pout into a smile, “baby…sadly i do”

with a resigned huff, you rolled off of him to let him get ready for his tour. you did not want to make him late for his flight. though the thought of his departure filled you with utter sorrow, you knew the joy performing brought him. and, in turn, brought you as well. knowing him since high school, your pride in his achievements were boundless.

lost in thought, you smiled without realizing, but it did not escape semi’s notice. his eyes softened at the sight, and he leaned in to place an unexpected kiss upon your lips. 

you watched as he gathered his backpack and suitcase, ready to leave. 

“i’ll try to bring you lots of souvenirs, okay?” he beamed, “and i’ll be back as soon as you know it.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, nodding to acknowledge his words. 

“i love you,” he stated softly, the sincerity in his voice causing your heart to melt. 

“i love you too, semi,” you replied, waving as he left the room. the door closed with a gentle click, and you collapsed back onto bed, your gaze fixed on the ceiling above. it was the only interesting thing at the moment.

“another 3 months to myself,” you mused, the weight of his absence already settling in. 

© semiis 2024 ; do not translate, repost, modify, or copy my work.

[leahrintarou]

☠︎︎ DAY NINETEEN: DRY HUMPING FT. SEMI

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: needy semi, dry humping, y/n is half asleep lmao, clothed sex, heated

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 610+

semi let out an annoyed groan after checking the time on his phone for the fourth time tonight. he's been trying to fall back asleep for the past hour and a half but he just couldn't get into that peaceful state. he only noticed the real reason of his struggle when y/n leaned closer into his hold, brushing up against his 'problem'.

he let out a sigh at the sudden contacted and lost friction against his clearly aroused erection. he backed away a bit, trying to ignore it but let out a sigh when a whine escaped from y/n's lips due to him loosening his hold. "n/n-"

his words were abruptly interrupted when he quickly bit down on his bottom lip to suppress a groan when y/n, once again made contact with his erection. he propped himself up onto his elbow, taking a look at y/n's sleepy expression. she was partially awake but looked like she'd fall back asleep any second.

semi did feel bad but the desperate need for relief and sleep were being balanced out with discomfort. "n/n" he called once again, this time, being met with y/n's gaze that would falter due to her eyelids feeling like the heaviest thing ever. "I cant sleep" he mumbled, placing small kissed to her cheek and slightly parted lips.

"why not?"

semi pulled y/n's figure closer, purposely grinding against her lower back. "semi, I'm tired" she mumbled through a small groan. "it hurts" a whine was laced into his words, desperation finally falling pass his lips when y/ n denied him. "you wont have to do anything" he suggested, his desperation giving him an idea that'll help the both of them.

y/n finally opened her eyes, flipping over onto her back before seeing semi's figure hover over her. he settles himself between her legs, leaning down to press an apologetic kiss to her lips and neck. semi shifted his hips in a swift motion, grinding his clothed erection against y/n's also clothed sex.

he felt sensitive due to his prolonged arousal as he moaned against y/n's warm skin. semi felt like he could reach his peak just from grinding against y/n, alone. the friction and y/n's moans were enough to get him off. his hand's mounted its place on either sides of y/n, his moans fanning against her ear.

he created a back an forth motion with his hips, the satisfying pleasure making a stream of curses fall beneath his lips. semi felt the way, y/n's hand laced into his hair, tugging at the strands when his motions met with the sensitive bud of her fabric restrained core, which then became seemingly unbearable.

"semi...are you gonna cum?" she managed to ask, the friction that she also felt, making her breathing unsteady though her question. he answered with a small hum, his groans formed into curses as he applied more pressure in his movements. semi could only spew profanities into the craves of her neck to override the overwhelming sensation that came over him and his slight embarrassment from his desperation.

with one more motion of his hips, he let out a satisfied and shaky moan, his arm muscles tensing from the pleasure. semi felt the sticky substance of arousal seep into the fabric of his bottoms, the adrenaline rush finally calming down, making him feel embarrassed of the whole situation. "I'm sorry for waking you up" he mumbled, managing to lift his head to look at y/ n.

she smiled tiredly, leaning up to meet with his parted lips. "I've never seen you so desperate"

"shut up"

[revasserium]

sunday morning, raining is falling

steal some covers, share some skin; he rolls over, pulls you into his chest, grumbles with his gravely voice against the back of your neck, the press of his fingers as he pulls you back against him, his words murmured into your hair, saying "mm... it's too early" and "please... don't go..." and "ah... the sun's not even up yet..." and "stay with me... you won't regret it if you do." and you can't help the way you sink into his touch, his promise, the way he kisses you slow. the way he curls his fingers into your hair and maps the way your loves and pleasures glow -- all against the ridges of his smile and he wants to prove to you that no one else can make you feel like this but him --

"ahh -- don't squirm like that -- i won't be able to help myself --"

you hiccup at the drag of his lips, at the knowing sweet of his kiss.

"kiss me," you say, against the sunday-morning sunrise.

"tell me," he says, pulling you lose, pulling you beneath him and caging you in, "did you have good dreams?" and then, "did you dream of me?"

only for you to smile at him from above the crinkled and too-creased covers that, "yes -- i dreamt of only you," and "heh... did you dream of me too?"

OIKAWA, akaashi, bokuto, ATSUMU, kuroo, hinata, sugawara, sakusa, KITA, semi

[aokuro-san]

Recommending fanfics (III): In progress or incomplete.

It's been 84 years or something like that… But today I woke up wanting to recommend fanfics, so I continue with this small collection that started with:

Complete fanfics: https://www.tumblr.com/aokuro-san/714582391192272896/recommending-fanfics-i-complete-fanfics?source=share

and continued with

One-shots: https://www.tumblr.com/aokuro-san/723176474909327360/recommending-fanfics-ii-one-shots?source=share

And before continuing,

I want to remind you that… In general I like to read fanfics x reader (or with inclusion of reader) because I enjoy imagining that I'm inside the story, however, you'll see that there are some that I didn't take that way and I still love them.

I hope you like it!

Part 3: In progress or incomplete.

shiratorizawa antics, by mooshys

(Haikyuu!!) AO3

I said it at the time and I'll say it again: SHIRATORIZAWA is my favorite Haikyuu!! team, and this was one of the stories I was most eager to recommend; not only because it was one of the most elaborate ones I read on the subject, but because it's a great slice of life that's worth reading, even if it's not finished, that deals -again- with the experiences of the fictional Shiratorizawa manager with the peculiar members of this team. In general, stories full of light humor, but that can also deal with more human/adolescent themes such as fear of the future and what we will be in it.

Anyway. A little gem that I always come back to and that can even be read as if it were an anthology related to each other (I think?).

26/28 (at first, because the author always changes the final number of chapters, haha).

Belligerence, by SecretPuddin

(Jujutsu Kaisen) AO3

Apparently, while I was "away", this fanfic increased its number of chapters and seems to be about to end. But, since it is not yet, I will take advantage of it and recommend it to you here (in fact, I just noticed that the last publication date was in 2023, but, well, that should not discourage anyone either). Because, like everything I recommend to you, in general and in my eyes, it is more than worth it!

In this case, the story is presented as a story of love, violence and family found between the reader (male, in this case), a lover of fighting with good feelings (typical shonen protagonist, but with hidden depths and a traumatic past as the plot progresses) and the unfortunate Junpei Yoshino, while the parents of both have their own romance in the middle; which, inevitably, complicates and uncomplicates things at the same time.

It is… BRUTAL. I mean, when you start reading this story, you certainly don't know how much it will impact you and how well the author will treat the themes and her characters (within the context she offers us). Especially Junpei, who always seemed like an interesting character to me and…, for those who were left with a bitter taste with his ending in the original story, this fanfic could be the answer!

However, keep in mind that it deals with topics, perhaps taboo, perhaps controversial, perhaps tricky, depending on the reader's sensitivity (which is excessively high lately xD) and there is some sexual scene involved (especially when the healthy relationship between the reader and Junpei inevitably turns into these areas), so, unlike me at the time, I would tell you to read the story tags to get an idea of ​​what you will read… or not.

21/24 (again, for now).

Vivisection, by death13

(Blue Lock) AO3

Ok, maybe I'm taking a risk here, but it won me over after just one chapter and I think it deserves to be included in this post. Also because it's rare to find fanfics that include or are, directly, horror (my favorite genre) and that, in addition, start in such a potential way as this one (that it catches your attention and is good, let's say).

The plot introduces us to the new manager of her high school's football team, where weirdos seem to abound, and the tension and bad vibes (or feelings) are present almost at all times! Even if you can't pinpoint exactly what's wrong, you know something's wrong, the protagonist's friend knows something's wrong (and her last sentence is quite revealing (although also prejudiced)… And this is just the first step of what seems to be one of the best horror fanfics that could be born around here. Well, as I said, I can't say much because only the first chapter is available… But I think it was worth including it for the reasons already mentioned.

1/15 (in principle! The truth is that it's the one I hope continues the most of all, haha).

PS: I don't know why the suggestiveness of certain Shirley Jackson stories, mixed with the typical j-horror, came to my mind… So, there you have it! If you like both things, I think you'll appreciate it even more.

Well, look, for now we'll leave it like that. I know that there are fewer fanfics than the ones I usually recommend… But, in general, most of the stories I read are usually complete, so I didn't have much material, although, it's true that I have more unfinished stories out there. However, right now it seems risky to recommend them, since, when I go over them, they don't seem as good to me anymore or I feel that, despite the good story, the protagonist is somewhat weak compared to these three here (even within their simplicity). So we'll be content with these three (the best of the best, haha, and what will be easier for you to find).

Well, I'll see you later (if I feel like it and I'm not busy with my own work, lol)! 😇

[lizzy06]

Semi Eita x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Shiratorizawa Fic Rec Masterlist

Chances ✨by orphan_account(oneshot, crush, fluff)Semi wasn’t known to take chances, opting to choose the safer routes to shield himself from disappointment and pain. But when you stumble into his life unannounced, for the first time in a really long while, Semi finds himself wanting to take this chance with you. [COMPLETED]

memories pt.1, pt.2, pt.3 by @keijikunn (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff, slowburn, strangers to lovers)On the last day of the year, you dream of your soulmate’s most impactant memory that happened within the year. Each memory will be different each year.[ONGOING]

Jealous ✨✨by @watevermelon (oneshot, humor, angst with happy ending) You thought you were content with your relationship so far - Semi was your best friend and these past few years were some of the most memorable. But all of that quickly changes with some outside forces.[COMPLETED]

Lyrics in my head ✨by @osamiiya (oneshot, soulmate au)When you turn 18, you can hear your soulmate singing. So, what happens when you look up a song, and your friend takes you to a concert?[COMPLETED]

Longing✨ by itbeajen (oneshot, fluf) Each flower has its own meaning.But receiving them like this, without any reason or hints as to who they're from, you're left wanting for more.[COMPLETED]

the thing about childhood friends by alicemitch09 (oneshot, friends to lovers, fluff, angst)You know what sucks about childhood friends? It was fucking cliché, that one of the two was bound to fall for other. One day, he's just that snotty little boy you tagged along with almost every day, the next; you're in love with him.[COMPLETED]

Shot in the Heart by eightowls (oneshot, fluff)You're the Shiratorizawa manager playing a game of laser tag with your team. [COMPLETED]

last song syndrome (s. eita) by memento_amare (orphan_account) (oneshot, friends to lovers, fluff) also known as earworm, the condition of having a song play repeatedly in one's head. (or, semi can't get you out of his mind—and heart.)[COMPLETED]

𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 [ Eita Semi x Reader ] ✨✨by Cutesight (strangers to lovers, fluff, slow burn)Semi secretly has a love for music that he's afraid to let his teammates know.Before practice every morning and after school, Semi sneaks into the music room to play the piano.But during one afternoon, he gets caught by Y/N who tries to stall from going home by hiding in the music room. A "friendship" forms between the two from the secret Y/N finds out about Semi.[COMPLETED]

Online friends✨ by simpingshitz (online friends to lovers, fluff, humor)Y/N meets an online friend through a random chat bot finder on Telegram. Now, what will happen when her chat mate is also the same guy from her school? [COMPLETED]

Tip Toe by @seokiloquy (oneshot, dancer reader!, name on wrist au)[COMPLETED]

Let Me Live by @seokiloquy (oneshot, timeskip,Opposites, Café) [COMPLETED]

[thatlotuscookie]

Greetings.

The Society of Semi Eita simps, specifically the Cottagecore Faction, would like to request a fanfic where Y/N says they want to run away and live in the woods with Semi, or at the very least just run away and find somewhere to live as a brand new start, and Semi agrees.

In return, we offer you these songs:

Apple Juice by Madilyn Mei

Where Noone Knows My Name by Madilyn Mei

The Chapel by Madilyn Mei

✧･ﾟ: a/n: : The thought of Semi being so supportive and down for something as whimsical as running away together really warms my heart. I wanted to capture the simplicity of building a life with someone who understands and shares your dreams. Hope this little escape into their world brings you joy! Sorry for the wait <3 and thank you for the songs, xoxo

✧ Title: ✧ Run Away With Me ✧ ✧ Characters: Semi Eita x Reader (Gender Neutral) ✧ Genre: Fluff, Romance, Slice of Life ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: Overwhelmed by the noise of life, you dream of running away. When you finally confess your desire for a simpler existence, Semi surprises you by sharing the same wish. Together, you start building a new life, one where love and nature are all you need. ✧ Content/Tags: Comfort, Cottagecore Aesthetic, Established Relationship, Found Peace, Dreams of Simplicity, Domestic Bliss ✧ WC: 1554 words // 8.6 chars

You sat there, cradling a warm mug of tea, staring out the window into the forest that stretched as far as the eye could see. The world felt too heavy lately—the weight of expectations, deadlines, and the constant buzz of city life pressing down on your chest. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate your life or the people in it, but something inside of you yearned for something different, something simpler.

You wanted to run. Run far away, where no one knew your name and the only sounds you heard were the rustling leaves and the occasional birdcall. Somewhere where you could breathe deeply and feel free—untouched by the frantic pace of modern life.

It was just a passing thought at first, a fantasy that fluttered through your mind like a breeze. But it lingered. That thought. It settled deep within your chest, a quiet desire that gnawed at you.

You turned to Semi, who was sitting beside you, lazily scrolling through his phone, his brow furrowed in concentration. He noticed your silence before long, and without missing a beat, he gently set his phone down.

“What’s on your mind, love?”

Your lips parted, the words trembling on your tongue. You didn’t know why it felt so right to say it to him, but you knew you trusted him enough to speak your heart.

“I… I want to run away,” you murmured, voice soft but resolute. “Find somewhere to live, somewhere quiet. Somewhere no one knows our names. Just… disappear. Start over.”

Semi’s eyes softened immediately, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. He studied you for a long moment, as if weighing your words carefully. Then, without hesitation, he reached out to take your hand.

“You know, I’ve been thinking the same thing,” he admitted, his voice low but warm. “I’ve always dreamed of living somewhere like that. Just you and me, out in the woods. No distractions. No noise. Just the peace of nature.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You had expected him to laugh, to dismiss the idea as something fleeting, but instead, he was sharing your dream, feeling the same pull toward freedom.

“You’re serious?” you asked, eyes wide.

“I’m dead serious,” he said with a grin that made your pulse quicken. “The woods, the fresh air, no one bothering us, just us, living out our days with nothing but our love for each other and the rhythm of nature. That sounds perfect to me.”

A wave of relief washed over you, and you felt your chest loosen for the first time in weeks. Maybe this wasn’t just a fantasy. Maybe it could be real.

“Then let’s do it,” you said, determination creeping into your voice. “Let’s run away together. Let’s find that place, build our own little world.”

Semi’s smile grew wider, and before you knew it, he was pulling you into his arms, lifting you off the floor and twirling you around. His laughter was infectious, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him, the weight of the world suddenly lifting from your shoulders.

“We’re really doing this?” you asked, breathless as he set you down.

“Absolutely,” he said, eyes gleaming with excitement. “We’ll find a place—maybe a little cabin in the woods, somewhere secluded. I’ll build us a little garden, we’ll pick wildflowers every morning, and you can teach me how to bake all your favorite recipes. I’ll even let you take the lead when it comes to picking out our furniture.” He winked. “But only if you promise to let me handle the firewood. I’ve got some pride to protect, you know.”

You laughed, nodding. “Deal. But I get to pick out all the plants for the garden.”

“Of course,” he said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “You’ll be the one to fill our home with beauty. I’ll just… make sure we have everything we need.”

It felt surreal, imagining your life like that—a life away from the chaos, a life with him. A simple, quiet life, but one full of love and adventure.

The days passed quickly as you and Semi began making plans. You both researched the best locations, looking for a place far enough away to keep the world at bay but close enough to nature to live comfortably. The idea of a secluded cabin, nestled deep in a forest where you could live off the land and wake up to the smell of pine and fresh earth, became your new obsession.

During this time, Semi stayed by your side, his enthusiasm contagious. He was practically buzzing with excitement, making calls to local real estate agents and browsing listings on his laptop. At one point, you caught him daydreaming about which direction the garden should face, envisioning the perfect space for your vegetables and wildflowers to grow.

“I want us to be able to see the sunrise,” he said one evening, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. “And a small creek nearby would be perfect for the sound of running water. It’ll be our little piece of paradise.”

You smiled at his enthusiasm, loving the way he seemed to fall even deeper in love with the idea every day. His energy was infectious, and before long, you found yourself imagining the life you could build together.

Eventually, you settled on a cabin in the woods, tucked away in a small valley, surrounded by towering trees and rolling hills. It was exactly what you had imagined—a small, rustic home with a wide porch that overlooked a stream and a meadow of wildflowers.

The drive to the woods was long, the roads winding through hills and valleys, but the closer you got, the more your excitement built. The air smelled different here—clean, fresh, and full of promise. Every mile seemed to strip away the tension that had been building up for years, and you could feel the weight of the world lifting from your shoulders.

Semi drove with a grin plastered across his face, humming along to the songs playing on the radio as you sat beside him, your hand resting gently on his thigh. The entire journey felt like a dream—a beautiful, surreal dream that was finally coming true.

When you finally arrived, the cabin you had rented was everything you imagined and more: small but cozy, with wooden beams and a stone fireplace. The forest surrounding it felt alive, the trees whispering secrets to the wind. The cabin’s interior was charming, with its rustic furniture and the faint scent of pinewood in the air.

“I think we found it,” Semi said softly, his voice full of wonder as he looked around. “Our new home.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with emotion. It felt like you were standing on the edge of a new beginning, where nothing mattered except the two of you and the world you were about to create.

That night, you sat on the porch together, watching the stars twinkle above you. It was quiet—so quiet that the only sound was the occasional rustle of the leaves. You were wrapped in a thick blanket, Semi’s arm around you, pulling you close as you both gazed up at the vast sky.

“I can’t believe we’re really doing this,” you whispered, the cool night air brushing against your skin.

“I know,” he replied, his breath warm against your ear. “But this feels like it was meant to be. Just you and me, no distractions, no worries… just love. We’ll make this our home, and no one can take it away from us.”

You smiled, your heart full as you leaned into him. For the first time in a long time, you felt completely at peace. This was it. This was your fresh start.

The days that followed were filled with the simple joys of life. The mornings were spent walking through the woods, collecting wildflowers and herbs to fill your kitchen with the scents of nature. Semi took charge of building a small fire pit in the backyard, and you often found yourselves outside in the evenings, roasting marshmallows and sharing stories.

You’d start your mornings with coffee on the porch, watching the fog lift from the meadow as the sun broke through the trees. Semi would wander off to check the garden or gather firewood while you worked on a new project, whether it was knitting a blanket or picking out the perfect spot for a flower bed.

Every evening, after dinner, you’d curl up in front of the fire, Semi playing his guitar while you listened, content and at peace. The world felt so small in these moments, and everything seemed to slow down—just you, Semi, and the rhythm of your new life.

As the months passed, you found a deep sense of belonging here, in the place you and Semi had carved out for yourselves. The worries of the world never seemed to reach you. The noise and chaos of your old life felt like a distant memory, and all that mattered now was the life you were building, hand in hand.

With each passing day, you felt more and more connected to Semi—and to this place. This was your home now, a place where no one knew your name, where the trees whispered secrets, and the world outside didn’t matter.

And together, you thrived.

[444mera]

[chronically online] 02. boiler room ☆

NISSAN ALTIMA - DOECHII

the place is hot and damp.

after carrying the heavy baggage of assignment after assignment, the party's a breath of fresh air; despite the suffocating bodies of sweaty college kids. walking through the crowd, all the tension in your body relaxes, and you feel a cool hand on your back.

"y/n! you actually made it!" the voice beams at you. it's hard to hear clearly over the music swelling in your ears, so you turn your body to get a better look at the person greeting you.

it was bokuto, the sweetest man you've ever met. you've been friends with him since freshman year, which wasn't surprising since he got along with practically everyone. despite this, your friendship was special to both of you. meeting on the first day of college eased your nerves, given how tense you were. how couldn't you be? it was the first day, you knew basically no one.

catching yourself drifting into thought, you shift your attention back to him. you realize it's been a few seconds after he said something. your eyes meet his.

"hi kou," you smile warmly at him. you're trying your best to sound like yourself right now. you haven't been to a party in months and while the atmosphere is flashy and fun, you're still a bit on edge.

he notices something's off, making a face akin to when you would quiz him during your study sessions. he gently grabs your hand. "come with me! i was just with saeko in the garage, her and the volleyball team are playing pool!"

as your lips part to reply to him, saeko suddenly appears in front of you both now. she's out of breath. "saeko, what's going on?" bokuto asked, brows slightly wrinkling. he's worried. shit, you are too.

"not now, bo," she replies. she looks at you like you could save her life right now. bokuto stares dumbfoundedly.

"y/n! come with me please, i need a favor. we'll talk later, bo!" saeko passively says goodbye to him as she grabs your hand and leads you away.

"do you know how to dj?" she yells over the music.

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☆ mera's mail ! HAIII we're sooo back. just a short (?) one for now, y'know, to get back into the groove of things. happy new year yall! i said i'd get back to this during christmas break, and it's still my break so mission #Accomplished .. also i'm trying out new stuff for this smau i.e. adding songs to chapters

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[bubbletealife]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MAN, SEMI EITA

I HAVE WRITTEN 100k WORDS FOR YOU MY KING, AND ONLY YOU

IN FACT, IM POSTING A BIRTHDAY FIC DEDICATED TO YOU

I love semi so much. Yes I do put him through hell but I still fuckjng love him so much I have a fucking mural dedicated to him