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aiieera · 2 months

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Cupid’s Chokehold‼️

Is it possible to never even interact with someone who’s been friends with your entire friend group since high school? apparently. But never say never.

no curse au; band member!inumaki x musician/twitch streamer!yn

so many ideas for this series hopefully i’ll be able to get to them all :D

Profiles || yn’s group | 2etherial| | extras | posts

chp. 1 - From The Start

chp. 2 - December

chp. 3 - Tek It

chp. 4 - Misty

chp. 5 - Rythm of the Rain

chp. 6 -

chp. 7 -

chp. 8 -

best viewed in dark mode (or any mode but default or rave tbh)

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uravitypng · 2 years

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tsukishima has such bully energy. he'll pull the chair under you before you sit down, he'll steal your things and hold them above your head, he'll call you nasty names and laugh about how ugly you are. bully tsukishima thinks of you at night while he's stroking his cock. he thinks about how you look stunning with watery eyes, when you're trying your hardest not to cry and you pout so pretty. his favourite thing is when you try so hard to get your things back, you'll go on your tippy toes and jump up, causing your breasts to bounce slightly and your thighs jiggle, if you're wearing thigh high socks that day they'll roll down. he'll think about the time when he was behind you on the stairs, your skirt was swaying and if he looked close enough he could see your underwear. he cant stop thinking about you, maybe tomorrow he'll be able to get you to cry.

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x reader smut #whenever i jump my thighs jiggle and everything bounces so this may be self indulge #listen this might become a series + part two + or full fic ? i really like this concept #this is a college/uni au setting btw <3 #♡ tsukki #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #chubby reader smut #hq smut #hq x reader #tsukishima smut #kei tsukishima #chubby reader #tsukishima x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #♡ mine / writing #haikyuu x chubby reader smut

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yugiohz · 3 months

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the miya twins arguing as kids over which position they should each play only for both of them to end up excelling in both positions ugh cinema

#the whole twin concept works so well for a vball manga ugh furudate your mind #lb #haikyuu!!

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strawberrycheeks-and-glasses · 10 months

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You are Insufferable (I Can’t Stand You)

Tsukishima x f!reader

Rated E (18+)

WC: 14.5k~

Summary:

Tsukishima Kei has no interest in finding a wife this season, but accidentally meeting you might change his mind.

Notes:

This is a Bridgerton-esque AU *where Reader is of age, meaning 18 years old.

#amazing concept from my new friend honey ✨#tsukishima x reader #Tsukishima smut #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x y/n #haikyuu tsukishima #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#my fic #haikyu smut #Haikyuu smut

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chimielie · 2 years

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between lightning strikes

summary: Oikawa x F!Reader. as a prince, he can have whatever he wants. it’s a shame he wants you—his wife.

word count: 1.3k

cw: fighting, arranged marriage/royalty au, enemies to lovers, fake history stuff, angst to fluff, just like. the writing as a whole

a/n: my deepest apologies i promise i will never write a historical romance novel. happy late birthday oikawa [starts sobbing]

Oikawa Tooru can sense it: a shift in the wind, a burning in his muscles. Like a bloodhound, he can smell the storm coming.

His wife is angry with him.

You storm through the halls, your skirts trailing behind you, the whistle of the stiff linings over the floors the only sound as the servants flatten themselves against the walls and the out-and-about nobles scramble into their apartments and out of your way. Your spine is stiff, your face serene.

Your fate was decided before you were born. Upon arriving in the world, your every trait was analyzed for compatibility with his. You were raised, nearly designed, to be his perfect match.

Thousands of years of tradition culminated here. Your marriage had been arranged, an aristocratic girl handed from her own family to the crown prince (future emperor always seemed to echo behind the words), a perfect match on paper.

Tooru finds that you are a far different kind of match off the page. Blazing but nearly flickering out of reach each time the flame comes close to licking his fingers, rekindling whenever he thinks you've finally gone out. Brilliant, his brain supplies as you enter his room, the wind supplying a satisfying boom for drama. He squashes the thought in favor of trying to look appropriately innocent. His efforts are in vain, and he knows it.

"Wife," he greets you, while you stare at him with narrowed eyes. You don't respond, only stalking closer. His full lips pull into a wolf’s grin. "Beloved. Sweetness."

"Highness," you say, so icily and so informally he’s sure one of your former etiquette instructors must fall over dead wherever they are. “I received a missive from you this morning.”

“Did you?”

Blasphemous it may be to admit, but he is a man of many faults. One of these: he has a hot temper, and full freedom to act upon it.

You do not hate him as you once did, when you were first wed and he had, in his resentment of his family and his position, lashed out at you as the most obvious symbol of his loss of youthful freedom. When he had failed to consider that you were less than happy yourself to be locked in a union with a man you didn’t know; didn’t want; didn’t love.

Tooru is older now, and wiser (though not by much, Iwaizumi says). He, of all people, is not exempt from the whims of fate. Between lightning strikes, he fell in love with you.

He hopes you no longer hate him. He can never be sure.

“I have been dismissed,” and for all the arguing you’ve done with him, there’s an odd quaver in your voice that he’s never heard before. “From the imperial court. I am free to-to travel, whether it be to another hall or another island, and to seek companionship elsewhere, wherever I may choose to settle.”

“If you so choose,” he repeats his own penned words, turning away from you. His curtains are drawn, though it is late in the day. He does not spend much time in his private rooms, unless it is with you. “Though I must ask you be discreet. It is, unfortunately, a necessity—”

“I will do no such thing,” you snarl. He jerks his head back in surprise. “I may not be what you had hoped for in a partner, but I will not be disloyal of all things. Though I’m sure you will not spend a moment’s thought on me while I am away, I assure you any image you may conjure of my cavorting with another would be pure fantasy."

"Fantasy," he scoffs, can feel his own face spasm against his will at the thought.

"Oh—!" You seem unsure what to do with your hands, settling for clenching them into fists at your sides. "Are you jealous?"

"No," he denies. He lies. He, who has the world at his fingertips, is so consumed by jealousy at all times, by his desire to have you all to himself. He burns.

"Tell me the truth. Speak freely, as a man and not a god-king.” He nods, features twisting into something ugly, ugly, ugly.

“What do you wish for me to say?” His voice is brittle, his temper bound only by a thin string. “Yes, I am jealous. The sight of you with another man might kill me, if I didn’t kill him first. Though it might surprise you, I do care for you, beyond seeing you as some sort of-of possession. So I’m sending you away, giving you a chance to escape this fucking farcical marriage, to do as you wish, to find love as I have—as I have loved you.” The words die an abrupt death in his throat as your eyes round, then glisten.

“Loved me?” An accusation or a question. He swallows around his traitorous tongue, grinding out his response.

“I do.” The weight of those two words is smoke in a sickroom, a weighted coffin in the sea. He sounds wrecked when next he speaks, and looks it too, eyes red and mouth split. “So I am ordering you, as a prince and not as your husband, to go and be happy, and I am begging you, selfishly, to do it where I cannot follow.”

It occurs to you to remind him that there is no such place, but you don’t wish to spit on the bones beneath the words. He will not follow. He is offering you the truest freedom he can.

“You say you’re begging me,” you tap your chin, an empress to the core. “Then why are you not on your knees?”

His eyes narrow. You expect a slap, an execution order, anything you had been warned all your life would come from such total insubordination.

Instead, his right knee bends, then his left. The bones pop, as though in protest, as though he had never before done what he did now.

From the floor, Oikawa Tooru looks up at you with all the love he is capable of and says: “Leave me.”

You drop to your knees, crashing into the floor, uncaring of your garments or his, and take his face in your hands. The first tear spills from his eye, a diamond you crush beneath your thumb.

“I cannot do both,” you say, trying very hard to be gentle. “To ask me to leave to find love would tear me in two. If I were never to look on you again, I would never see the only man I could ever love.”

“Don’t lie to me,” he says, “don’t sacrifice yourself for duty’s sake.”

“I’m not,” his eyes search your face wonderingly. “Let me stay. Let me stay, and prove it to you.”

“Only if it is what you want,” he insists. “You need not—” You silence him, pressing your lips to his. You are—inexpert, desperate, perfect. He closes his eyes and anchors himself on your shore, his hands the only part of him that’s sure as he takes yours.

“Let me show you all the ways I love you,” you repeat, and Tooru nods. You smile when he does, and the sky splits open above you.

He senses it before he wakes, opening his eyes to the weak sun in the early morning. There’s been a shift in the wind and his muscles are sore. He doesn’t mind it; the mark of work well done.

He can see it, feel it, as you wake, eyes fluttering open to rest on his face.

His wife is very, very pleased.

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kenhinaist · 4 days

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Mask on, mask off

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kentolove · 1 year

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roleplay

bartender suna x reader

You’re the one who comes in every Friday.

Approximately at the same time. Eight at night, when the club comes to life and the bar is at its busiest moment. You order the same thing—a lemon water—and you look around the room before leaving an hour after your arrival.

It always feels as if you’re on the quest for someone, your eyes darting around in a manner that is almost suspicious. It would be suspicious for most, he presumes, but Suna can’t find it in himself to care. Not when he has a dozen drunk customers to serve.

He doesn’t care, until the day you sit directly in front of him and ask for his number.

“Hello,” you say, and Suna notices the color of your eyes.

“Hi. Would you like your usual?”

“No,” your response comes quick, “I’d like to talk to you.”

“That’s not exactly in my pay grade.”

“You’ll make it work.”

He doesn’t care enough to argue, so he moves closer to you. It’s here where he notices the small wrinkles on your face—years of laughter and smiles have graced your face with such beautiful marks. He notices the scars on your hands, the birthmarks on your skin, and how your lips lean slightly to the left when you smile. (He’s never cared this much about someone else’s appearance. Maybe it’s just you. Maybe there’s a first time for everything.)

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Straight to the point. There’s no hesitation in your voice, only pure confidence and elegance to your speech.

“No.”

“Would you like a girlfriend?”

“I don’t care much about love.”

That makes you stop. He notices a slight twitch to your eye, and how your fingers tap against the table in deep contemplation.

“Maybe you haven’t been loved right.”

“Maybe. Or maybe you’re asking too many questions about a bartender you hardly know.”

“I could change that.”

He smiles. Typically, your persuasive attitude would annoy him. But there’s something about you, something so strong and captivating. He is simply a man at sea falling into the tune and tricks of a siren.

“You could. Or you could let me do my job.”

He’s playing hard to get. He knows it and you know it. He’s never been one to beat around the bush, but Suna Rintarou has never been desired and he wants to enjoy the chase.

You smile. He smirks. He has fallen for your tricks.

“You could do your job, or you could tell me what time your shift ends.”

“10 PM.”

Another smile. You’ve got him.

“I’ll wait for you.”

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True to your word, you wait.

His eyes follow you whenever you move, a moth to a flame. He watches as your hands run over your face, when your fingers trace the worn-out scratches on the table, and when your eyes wander around the room.

He watches the clock till it’s time for him to leave, and you’re still seated pretty where he left you.

“Hello, stranger.”

“Hello, Rintarou.”

He smiles. He almost feels like jumping over the counter, but decency, dignity, and decorum stop him from acting like a fool in your presence.

“Did you wait for long?“ he asks, finally by your side.

“Only as long as I needed to.”

You place your hands on his cheeks. He warms at your touch, heart fluttering in ways he’s never felt before.

“You’re too cold.”

“It’s winter.”

You frown at his response, an action that leads him to dote on you further. He places his hands on your cheeks, squeezing the soft fat in his delicate hands.

“You know,” he starts, “you have got to stop acting like you don’t know me whenever you come over.”

You giggle, “where’s the fun in that? I like flirting with you.”

“Flirting or harassment?”

“It’s roleplay,” you’re quick to comment. “Strangers to lovers. It’s fun.”

A kiss is placed on your pouting lips.

“Sure it is, stranger.”

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fabraies · 1 year

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SNOWFLAKES ARE KISSES FROM HEAVEN

❅ *:･ﾟAnthology of short stories that vary from drabbles to fics to help you survive the cold and unforgiving winter time (aka mae’s redemption arc for being so awfully inactive)

cast oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, atsumu miya, osamu miya, suna rintarō

tags winter olympics au, f!reader, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, established relationship, [each story will have their own specific warnings & tags] stories are not interconnected, these will be published throughout the winter season starting November!

reblogs are appreciated!

COMPETITION #1— BREAK THE ICE

˖ ݁ . ࿓ You'd do anything to be an Olympic champion - anything. And if that means having to get along with your insufferable figure skating partner, oikawa tooru, you're willing to give it a try.

[figure skater !oikawa x figure skater! reader]

COMPETITION #2— LESS THAN ZERO

˖ ݁ . ࿓ Never would you have guessed that the one to lift the insane weight of the pressure off your shoulders would be an opponent’s coach, iwaizumi hajime.

[coach! iwaizumi x snowboarder! reader]

COMPETITION #3 — JEALOUSY JEALOUSY

˖ ݁ . ࿓ You can’t help but feel jealous of your childhood friend suna rintarō’s rankings in competitions despite his obvious disinterest in the sport, when you’ve been doing your absolute best, with little to no results.

[snowboarder! suna x snowboarder! reader]

COMPETITION #4 — CAN’T YOU SEE ME?

˖ ݁ . ࿓ You’ve always been a fan of the freestyle skier atsumu miya. So when you learn that you’re assigned to his delegation as an OG staff, you’re over the moon. It’s a shame he doesn’t notice you, though.

[freestyle skier! atsumu x staff! reader]

COMPETITION #5 — COLD SHOULDER

˖ ݁ . ࿓ Your boyfriend, osamu miya, has very obviously been a train wreck lately, due to his upcoming hockey matches. It’s clearly just another rough patch in your relationship you need to overcome, but you’re not sure you can do it.

[hockey player! osamu x reader]

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selarina · 10 months

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Rockstar!Suna and Actress!Reader

#been thinking about this concept for awhile #also have a little drabble with this concept #but it remains unfinished for now #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu visuals #suna rintaro x reader #moodboard aesthetic

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kyuziipon · 7 months

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Magical boy tanuki themed Yamaguchi!! He ended up a little closer to furry territory than I initially planned but that’s ok cuz I like how he looks I think he’s cute so. I’m going to try and do the accompanying kitsune Tsukki tomorrow

ID: [a digital drawing of Yamaguchi tadashi from haikyuu, but drawn as an anthro tanuki magical boy. He has a tail and ears and patterned fur, and is wearing a wide brimmed hat and traditional japanese inspired clothing in simple designs with a bottle and a lantern attached to his hip.] /End ID

#my art #digital art #fanart #sketch #character design #concept art #haikyuu #tanuki #yokai #magical boy #yamaguchi tadashi

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wonderwomanfantasy · 10 months

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Soulmate AU where whatever you draw on your skin appears on your soulmate’s body. It starts out cute and sweet until you ask how big his dick is and when he tells you you respond by drawing a mark on your stomach labeled “how deep you’d fit inside me”

#haikyuu au #imagine your faves #soulmate au #soulmates #nsft concept #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader

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mihai-florescu · 7 months

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