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ohmykiyo · 11 months

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🪦 title ; cuddles w/ hq boys :) genre ; fluff warnings ; lowercase intended characters ; sakusa, suna, atsumu, konoha, akaashi, kita 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; felt cuddly today, and i miss my boys so heres this my loves :) reqs are open!

SAKUSA shuffles lightly under the covers of your shared bed. he's quiet.. almost too quiet. you don't seem to notice as you're scrolling through instagram sleepily.

he's pouting. he knows you can't see it, but as his girlfriend, you should at least feel his clinginess radiating right now. but you pay no mind.

he groans loudly, which catches your attention.

"what's wrong, kiyo?" you mumble, stifling a yawn.

he sneers at you, crossing his arms over his chest. "how're you gonna ask me that without looking at me?"

you roll your eyes. sakusa couldn't see it due to the dark, but he felt it. finally turning your body to face him, you ask again. "what's wrong, baby?"

he stills. silence fills the air. it's not awkward, more like.. comfortable. but, the tension sakusa feels right now is enough to make it awkward.

"'m cold." he mutters.

you raise an eyebrow at him. "but you're under the covers, my love?"

his pout deepens, he's gonna have to say it since you don't get the hint.

in reality, you do. you just wanna hear his small pleas.

he frowns, "wanna cuddle you."

your lips turn up into a grin, drawing wobbly hearts on his bicep with your index.

"c'mere then, baby." you laugh, your arms opening up.

he crawls scoots towards you excitedly. snuggling close, he lets out a content sigh.

he finally turns in for the night, resting peacefully beside his lover.

SUNA yawns tiredly as he walks into your shared home. he smiles slightly at the sight of you on the couch.

you're immersed in some tv series, popping chips in your mouth every few minutes.

he says a little "i'm home!" to grab your attention.

the moment you heard his voice, you jumped up cheerfully. "rin!"

you engulf him in a comforting hug, and he indulges in it. taking in your scent, he whispers, "missed you, pretty."

your cheeks turn red before shoving him gently. he only smirks at your reaction, poking your cheek.

"i missed you, too." you smile. you notice the slight slump of his shoulders and his exhausted eyes.

he is definitely in need of cuddles.

you stare at him intently, "get into your pj's, rin, come cuddle me."

him being absolutely in love with you, follows your orders. walking into the bedroom and shortly coming out in his pj's which coincidentally matched with yours.

"i'm waiting, baby." he smiles, leaning on the hallway wall.

you had just finished cleaning up, so you happily skip to his tall figure.

he grabs hold of your hand before leading you into the bedroom and placing you on the comfy bed.

you open your arms, ready to wrap them around his neck as he lays his head on your chest.

"tiring day?"

he nods, placing soft kisses to your chest and collarbone before going dead silent.

he rests easy, falling asleep to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

ATSUMU lays sprawled out on the bed. he seems to be getting more and more irritated as he waits for you.

you, his perfect little lover, were taking your time doing your skincare. you did this every night meticulously, even on nights when atsumu was needy for your touch.

you hear him from the bathroom, groaning and whining, growing impatient at your slow ass.

"babe, ya might as well kill me while yer doin' allat." he complains.

you scoff, "'tsumu stop being a brat."

he only huffs, a visible pout on his lips.

you finally pack away your skincare products, walking into the bedroom where your petty boyfriend lays.

"'m here now, 'tsumu." you call, waiting for him to acknowledge you.

he looks at you for a brief moment, then looks back up at the ceiling. "go back to the bathroom since ya wanna take 30 fuckin' years doin' god knows what." he says, sarcasm lacing his tone.

"oh really? don't mind if i-"

"don't ya dare finish that sentence." he growls, now sitting up. he stares at you, expectantly.

"whaddya want, 'tsum? you keep staring." you smile sheepishly.

"get the fuck into bed? what're ya doin' just standin' there?" he huffs, "i'm gettin' cold."

you hear the last part, you don't think you were meant to but you did.

smiling cheekily, you take your place beside him, scooting closer to his warm body.

"if you're cold, cuddle me back." you say, nudging your head into his side. he groans dramatically, but complies anyway.

he places a gentle kiss to your head, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist securely.

"g'night, ma princess." he whispers, drifting off.

he sleeps like a baby, your small breaths soothing him.

KONOHA taps on his table impatiently. he's been doing a shit ton of school work and it's stressing him out more than usual.

he sighs, tired and needing a little pick-me-up, he chooses to search for you.

he walks out of his room and shuffles around the house before finding you in the kitchen, watching something on your phone.

"hi, my love." he whispers, hands finding their way to your shoulders. you look up at him, a smile on your face. you put your phone down before getting up to wrap your arms around his neck.

"you okay, aki?" you ask, caressing the nape of his neck.

he lets out a dejected sigh, slumping a little and laying his head on your shoulder. "tired." he mumbles.

you pinch his cheek gently before bringing him into his bedroom.

plopping him down on the soft sheets, you lay beside him, placing his head carefully on your plush thighs.

konoha lets out another sigh, this time a content one. he takes your hand before laying it on his chest as he caresses it with his thumb.

"you sure know me well, don't you, love?" he smiles, looking up at you. you only nod, running your fingers through his dirty-blonde hair.

"take it easy, baby." you whisper.

that was the last thing he head before falling asleep to your warm touch.

AKAASHI waits quietly, his eyes gliding over the words on the book he's currently reading.

he's patient, he waits and waits as you finish up getting ready for bed. his favorite time of the day was when you're incredibly tired and come to him being all affectionate.

he loved that. seeing you all clingy for his touch just warmed his heart.

he finally looks up from his book as you flick off the light to the bathroom. "you ready for bed, my love?"

you nod, a yawn escaping your lips. you make your way to his side, laying there as if you're a dead body. still and unmoving.

he pokes your side, putting his book away. "you're forgetting something, sweetheart." he whispers.

you look up at him with tired eyes, snuggling closer to his chest as you mumble a quiet "goodnight, my love." before he pulls you closer.

he smiles at your sleepy face, pressing one last kiss to your head before dozing off as well.

KITA watches you intently as you get the bed ready for the both of you to sleep in. "i could've done that, y'know?" he says.

you look up at him blankly before continuing to fix up the bed, "you're tired, and you had a long day."

his eyes widen. he didn't think you'd notice.

but the slump of his shoulders and the tired red eyes were enough to give it away.

you pick up the blanket, settling in between the blanket and the bed. you pat the empty stop beside you, motioning for him to get in as well.

a small and unnoticeable smile makes its way to his lips. 'i'm so lucky.' he thought.

he takes his place beside you. you extend your arm for him to lay on, and he complies happily. moving his arm to hold your waist, he mumbles a little "i love you".

your hand makes its way to his cheek, caressing the soft skin gently. you smile, muttering a quiet "i love you more".

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alienaiver · 5 months

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Proposals Plus One

Iwaizumi Hajime x gn!reader

warnings: spoilers and references to Godzilla Minus One, it is gender neutral but you are being proposed to ! <3 also iwa gives oikawa the finger if thats not ur thing wordcount: 2.4k content: FLUFF, proposals, genderneutral reader, poc!friendly and body positive reader, Childhood friends to lovers trope, SFW, No use of y/n, canon compliant, post-timeskip, one-shot, established relationship, use of honorifics (iwa-chan is the only one, by oikawa of course), this was supposed to be a drabble hi, also oikawa appears at 5ish am in argentina, i salute him for his dedicated friendship

notes: when i describe iwaizumi watching the movie i basically just described myself LMFAO!!! anyways.. i wanted this to be a let-iwaizumi-experience-my-favorite-movie but it turned into... this! i hope u enjoy heheh <:) <33 PLEASE enjoy my title pun as a reference to Godzilla Minus One!!!!!

Iwaizumi’s hands are not still for more than a few seconds at a time during the little more than two hours you spend in the cinema. They shift between grasping onto his soda or taking the popcorn from you – only to put them back onto your lap, or grasp onto your hand like his life depends on it. Especially during the big, cinematic scenes. When Godzilla starts to charge the atomic beam attack, you hear him take a sharp intake and lean into you, like he really can’t contain his own mortal vessel.

It’s really cute.

You’re glad he brought you along with him, even if you’d been hesitant to begin with.

“Oikawa always goes with you,” you tried to argue, “I don’t want to take his spot.”

Iwaizumi had lowered his gaze and tried to hide his expression when he admitted that Oikawa wouldn’t be in Japan for the release. You genuinely thought he would, so you couldn’t hide the surprise at the admission. “So… you’re not imposing yourself.” he’d grunted afterwards and got up from the dining table, “but you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

Whenever there’s a big action scene, like when Noriko falls from the open and destroyed train free-fall into a pool of water or when Godzilla destroys the cinema, he leans forward in his seat before he looks at you and even through a dim cinema with lights only emitting from the screen, you can see the stars reflecting in his eyes, his mouth open in a smile you don’t see often on him. Like he can’t really believe what he’s seeing, and he’s checking with you to confirm it.

When the credits starts rolling and people start to leave, your boyfriend puts his palms on his temples as he uses a moment to process what he’s just seen. Then, very slowly like he’s edited into slow-motion he turns towards you. His eyes are wide and his mouth slack, but the more you get into view, the more the corners of his lips tugs upwards.

You laugh and grip his upper arm, squeeze it lightly, “was it everything you needed the 70th anniversary to be?”

The look he gives you is perplexed; almost like he can’t believe that you’re asking him that. He drags his hands down his face, dragging the skin with him and making a grimace, “what’s the time?” he then suddenly ask, real time seemingly catching up to his body as he hurries to check his watch.

“It’ll roll again at 6! That’s in 45 minutes! We can grab a quick bite and then”- he interrupts himself with a cough before he reminds himself and tenses his shoulders -”sorry, we have a reservation.”

You take him in for a minute, your underlip worried between your teeth as you weigh your options. The reservation isn’t important in and of itself; it’s just a small Yakiniku place that ended up being close to the cinema and you’re full from the popcorn and candy anyways.

You hum, dramatically as you pretend to be an actor for the effect. Iwaizumi’s already on his phone, checking the Google Maps route to the restaurant. You fish out your own phone and go to the cinema’s website to buy two new tickets. During the booking you see it’ll be shown in another of their screens, which only makes you smile mischievously.

When the booking’s confirmed, you start to get up with a sigh, “let’s talk about the movie at the restaurant, yeah?” you try to keep yourself neutral as to not give away your plan. Iwaizumi smiles and puts his arms through the sleeves of his light jean jacket. The summer heat is peaking, so he’d only worn it to have pockets.

You grab onto his hand and squeeze it as he gets up next to you, “thank you for coming with me, it means a lot.”

You kiss his him chaste on the lips before you start to drag him out. After you’ve both been by the bathroom, you pass by the snacks and tug at him, “can we go back in real quick? I really regretted not buying that chocolate bar when we browsed before the movie… please?”

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes at you but smiles widely and follows you, his other hand already searching his pocket for his wallet.

You grab two different chocolate bars, one you know that he likes and your own favorite. Then you go to the soda aisle and pretend to think it through deeply. Iwaizumi’s eyebrow perks up at your behavior, “what do you need soda for? The restaurant will have drinks. If you want something specific we can pick it up on the way home.”

You shake your head and tighten your lips into a frown, “yeah but look! They have this fun variant of melon soda. Don’t you want to taste?” you point to the small sign next to it, “it’s cinema exclusive.”

Iwaizumi is never really able to say no to you, but he is perplexed about the behavior you’re exhibiting. You bite your lip as you give him a pleading look, fearing your luck’s running out. The puppy eyes makes him shake his head and grab two cups to fill. You kiss his cheek with a laugh.

With renewed drinks and snacks (minus the popcorn, you can still feel the kernels stuck to your teeth) you go to sit down by one of their benches, pretending to tie your laces. Iwaizumi sees that your laces aren’t untied, but he stays quiet.

When you sit back up with a satisfied grunt, you grab your phone from your purse and find the tickets, “look babe! We’re in the middle row seats!”

He squints to look properly at what you’re showing him, his nose crinkling in a way you think is adorable. You wish you’d had a second phone to secretly record this reaction. There’s nothing like it. Warmth and blood rises to his face and makes his ears bright red as his eyes widen, mouth hanging slack.

“What did you- how… when did you?” he asks, clutching at his hair with his free hand. You laugh, proud to see him with revived excitement, “I booked them right after. We’re going to have so many snacks that dinner can be a little later… I’d rather experience that with you than that restaurant!”

Iwaizumi pulls back from you a little with a laugh as he drags his hand over his mouth, suddenly looking unsure of himself. You tilt your head to the side. He says, “but that restaurant’s really… uh… special.” You sigh and reach out for his hand, “yeah but you’re more special to me. We can always go some other time, right?”

You’re suddenly afraid he doesn’t want to watch it again, that it was just the adrenaline of excitement making him say it back when the credits where rolling. He mutters unintelligible words under his breath before he mumbles an announcement, “well now’s a good as time as any.”

He then looks at you, the blush returning as he puts the drinks and snacks down next to yours on the bench, “I uh- I need to call Shittykawa real quick.”

Your eyebrow quirks up at that, but you nod. Maybe he wants to tell him about the movie before you watch it again; this used to be their thing growing up after all.

You sit back down on the bench and take out your phone, scrolling through social media as you wait for him to make his call. You’re surprised when the sound of a FaceTime call starts ringing through the air and Iwaizumi looks annoyed. It’s not an uncommon expression on him, so you’re not sure you’re able to decipher the meaning behind it right now.

“Iwa-chan? That’s early! Doesn’t it take 10 minutes to the restaurant?” Oikawa gasps on the other end, “no way, did you get cold feet!? Iwa-chan!!” he suddenly scolds and Iwaizumi grunts out a shut up and you assume point the camera towards you because Oikawa’s voice greets you, strained and perfectly polite. It’s eerily unnatural when acted towards you and not a fan. Confused, you just wave at him and Oikawa gasps again. “In the cinema? That wasn’t the plan at all! Did you already do it?” he continues on, and you make a grimace to Iwaizumi. What the hell is he talking about?

Iwaizumi snaps at Oikawa and hurriedly moves out of earshot from you, mumbling into the phone. Then he comes back with his back straightened´up and stiff, legs seemingly wobbly under his weight. He puts his phone with Oikawa on the call up against the plant next to you, pointing it towards you. You can see Oikawa lying on his stomach on a bed, eye masks on and no light except for the screen – Argentina’s far behind Japan after all. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he’s jogged back in front of you and practically falls to his knee in front of you, wincing from the pain of landing unexpectedly hard.

You think you’re catching on.

Your breath catches in your throat as you keep your eyes locked onto the man in front of you, suddenly fearing he’ll disappear into thin air and that this is just a dream.

Iwaizumi clears his throat and opens his mouth to start talking before he catches himself and hastily goes through his pockets. He pats the chest pocket an extra time before his nimble fingers slide inside and come out with a blue velvet box. Your hands go to cover your mouth, because it’s the same color as Aoba Johsai’s turquoise.

“Why’d you choose Seijoh?” an angry-looking 15-year-old from your new class asked you during the rounds where you’re supposed to get to know each other. With a strained smile you admit sheepishly, “I loved the colors of the school’s volley uniform.”

When he sees your expression he laughs, “I planned to do this at the restaurant – but you willingly choosing to go to the cinema to watch my … uh, my thing, not once but twice. And in a day no less, well…” he clears his throat and looks away, “it kinda knocked me off my feet. I’ve known for a long time this was going to happen but… when you showed me your phone with that excited expression that I love? It’s like… well, it was like the entire universe conspired to confirm that it has to be you… you know?”

He shakes his head and apologizes for sounding so cheesy before he drags a hand through his spikes. When he looks directly into your eyes after gathering himself, you straighten your back and start nodding. He hasn’t even asked you yet but your legs are shaking with the intense feeling of your response.

He laughs when he sees you nod. The raspy and relaxed one, reserved for you. You stare at each other for a time, admiring each other’s eyes and being in this moment, this time in life carved for the two of you. Then he shakes his head and starts to open his mouth. It must take too long though, because your shared childhood menace of a best friend starts booing. You both look to him and Iwaizumi has a scolding ready on his tongue until he sees the fat tears shining on his screen, Oikawa’s nose red and wrinkled.

Iwaizumi decides to simply give him the middle finger before he turns back to you. He says your name with an embarrassed lilt to his tone and finally, at last, formally asks you;

“Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

You laugh, unabashed and excited. In your bewilderment you shake your head in disbelief and the raw fear in Iwaizumi’s eyes makes you flinch and yell out a too loud “yes!” to make sure that you were merely reacting to the overwhelming situation in front of you.

People in the cinema are looking, silently clapping and smiling at you both but generally keeping a polite distance. You sniffle and lean towards Iwaizumi, foregoing the ring to fall into his arms. It takes him a moment to process before his arms wraps around you too, pulling you into him so tightly, shaky breaths leaving him as he keeps pawing at your back, your hair, your neck. Like he can’t really believe this is happening, either. You repeat the word “yes” like a prayer, your heart thrumming at intervals you’ve never tried before.

You pull back and wipe a tear from Iwaizumi’s cheek, “you better calm down before we watch it again, huh?”

Oikawa clears his throat from the phone, “the ring, Iwa-chan! The ring!”

Iwaizumi gathers himself and rather forcefully grabs onto your hand before apologizing, letting his finger caress your knuckles in apology. You let him, and he fumbles to get the ring out. It’s a simple one, so very like him. Oikawa chimes in with your exact thought, “he was so panicky at the jeweler! You should’ve seen him!”

You wish you had. Flustered Iwaizumi is your favorite flavor, but seeing him with shaky fingers fitting the ring onto your finger, warms you more than anything else.

You perk up, “is your war finished?” you ask and Iwaizumi’s eyebrow rise for a second before he hears the reference to the movie you just watched and beams, eyes glowing with an excitement you didn’t think could be topped moments before. He leans forward and says yes before he kisses you.

Oikawa cheers and you hurry to pick up his phone and show Oikawa the ring in detail, “you could’ve warned me!” you scold him and he shrugs, “eh, I honestly thought you already knew. And don’t worry, I took plenty of screenshots for your families and friends. There’s even a pretty romantic shot of you hurling yourself into his arms.”

You gasp in feigned insult, “I did not hurl myself!”

Iwaizumi stands before you with his hands in his pockets, a bright smile, “you did kinda hurl yourself.”

“Shut up! Both of you! I’m not taking you into the movie with me! I’m canceling your ticket!”

Iwaizumi pretends to panic but leans down to rest his forehead against you, “you can hurl yourself at me for the rest of my life, I don’t mind. Don’t listen to Shittykawa.”

You shake your head at your two friends.

No, your friend and your fiance. It feels surreal. You wonder how long it’ll take you to get used to. You can’t wait to spend the time finding out.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu fluff #iwaizumi hajime x you #nohr.writing #nohr.hq #I HOPE U LIKE IT MY BBIES!!!!! i giggled and smiled thru the entIRE THING i swear!!!!!!!!!!!#i want him to propose to me too......... also i kept the ring details simple bcos i dont.. uh #idk how they look like JDHSAJKFHDSJKHFDKASJEWHFDCUSIEFHEUSIHFESI #TELL ME UR ARO WITHOUT TELLING ME UR ARO RIGHT (CLOWN EMOJI)#i couldve googled but its almost 1am...... and im sneepy

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peevishpants · 1 year

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ping pong gamers Smile and Peco on the bus... gonna miss their stop

#they're on their way to sneak into Chinese Guy's school and experience the dankest voice acting ever #ping pong animation #this was for Sports Anime Planner at the beginning of this year haha!#I drew the art for September ^-^#weiwei art #still rly like this piece... early attempt at using perspective tools heh heh #i should rewatch this show #the bus ad to the very right is Hinata and Kageyama #from HAIKYUU #he he he #smile and peco

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krak-jj · 3 months

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Feb 5 2024.

Scored.

tooru o. x chubby reader

!lowercase intended for story!

summary: tooru was always used to the attention he got from girls, sometimes even guys. he knew the effect he had on them, too. but he couldn't help but be so enchanted by you. it couldn't have been his fault. not with the way he fell so madly in love with you.

warnings!

small memtion of insecurities

feeling not good of yourself

and fluffy stuff

hope you enjoy!-JJ

freshman year. he somehow was already known as 'the pretty underclassmen with astounding volleyball skills.' and they couldn't have been more right.

you were the same age as him. yet you lacked most of the things he didn't. he was tall and slender. which you weren't. he was athletic. when you looked in the mirror, you felt like you couldn't be. he was popular. yeah, a lot of people knew of you. but you wouldn't say you had the friends he had. or people liked you as much as him.

he was out of your league.

atleast in your opinion.

but when he saw you with his own eyes. he couldn't stop.

the way your hair flowed, the sparkle in your shiny eyes. the way your lips slightly parted when you wanted to say something but held back.

your body.

...

"excuse me?"

his voice rang through your ears as you passed him from after your club. you stopped in your tracks and turned to face him.

you pointed at yourself with a raised brow. "me?" your voice was like music to his ears, while you thought it was grainy and annoying.

"yeah. you." his tone of voice sent nerves through your body. suddenly, you were even more self-conscious. you tugged the back of your skirt down a bit, hoping you hadn't flashed him as you passed by. then you tucked some hair behind your ear.

little did you know that made his heart skip a beat. for once. he was nervous. "You're gorgeous." with a serious look in his eyes, his brown ones met your glossy ones.

when your eyes widened, he mentally fist bumped the air. happy that he was able to get a reaction out of you. "t- thank tou-" you fumbled over your words for a moment as your face began to flush.

"sorry- I meant thank you." you tried to tuck your hair behind you ear again. only for it to already have been.

"Whats your name?" He tried acting smooth, realizing he had a chance.

a soft smile graced your lips. "l/n, y/n l/n."

as you said your name, his eyes were focused on your lips. and the way they moved to introduce yourself.

"it's nice to meet you, oikawa!" you perked.

he seem surprised that you knew his name, so his eyes shot straight to look into yours. "how-" he stopped.

"how are you so pretty? genuine question from one pretty person to another!"

you laughed. and.

his heart stopped.

"w-would you mind if we, um." He rubbed the nape of his neck before looking down quickly.

when he did, he saw how your fingers interlocked with one another, and he couldn't help but wish that one day one of your hands would be replaced with his.

"would you like to go to the movies?" He looked up.

your eyes widened one more and your smile dropped. you didn't expect this. "oh-! u-um yeah! here I'll give you my number." you pulled out your phone.

looks like Oikawa Tooru just scored a cute date.

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l1tw1ck · 2 years

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Kodzuken's Oversight

Kenma doesn't realize the camera's still on

FTM!Kenma x Top!Male Reader

Request

Series: Smile! You're on Camera!

Contains: Filming, Fingering, Hair-Pulling

Words: 695

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"Hey guys, my boyfriend is here watching me play, don't mind him." Kenma pushes your face away from the camera, not wanting his fans to see you and potentially thirst over you.

You put your hand on his thigh, making him jump. He shoots you a look before focusing back on his stream.

Your hand moves to his boxers, slipping inside and teasing his clit. Kenma's eyes widen, stopping in the middle of his sentence.

"Uh- Sorry. I just remembered something but it's nothing, sorry about that." He struggles to keep a straight face while your fingers move down, ghosting around his entrance. "So- uh, the...um..."

You slip a finger in, making Kenma gasp. "Sick? Uh- no....I- I just..." Kenma eyes the chat, blushing when he sees some of them catching on. "Guys, no- listen...I'm not- uhm- hnn-" He bites his lip, breathing heavily as your fingers hit his sweet spot.

Kenma slaps your arm desperately, knowing he won't be able to stop himself from coming. "St- nn- fuh~" He lets a moan slip out. "No- it's- fuck~"

"They know, love." You whisper, smirking.

A donation pops up on the screen: nsfw kodzuken stream?

You smirk. "Why not? What do you think, Ken?" You hit him in just the right way.

"Aah~!" He moans, ruining his underwear. "Fuck.."

"I think they wanna see more." You pull his underwear off. "C'mon doll."

Kenma pouts. "I don't want them to see you."

"What? Afraid they'll all fall madly in love with me?" You smile.

"Yes!" He frowns.

"Turn off the stream then," You squeeze his thigh. "You can have me all to yourself."

Kenma turns the stream off, or so he thinks. Kenma stands up, taking his hoodie off and throwing it to the floor. He pushes the chair back with his foot and looks at you expectantly.

Grinning, you move behind him, slipping your underwear off and bending him over. "Sorry you had to cut the stream short."

"Whatever! Just fuck me!" Kenma looks back at you, spreading his cunt so you can go inside with ease.

"Needy now are we?" You laugh, easing into him. "I don't mind a demanding Kenma though."

"It's your fault!"

"I'll make up for it." You push in, bottoming out and making Kenma moan in bliss.

"Fuck~ don't even wai- aah~!" You interrupt him with fast, relentless thrusts. "Yes~!" Kenma rolls his eyes back, grinning at your roughness.

You fuck into him, shaking the table and dropping things on the floor. Kenma doesn't even acknowledge it, too focused on getting fucked. "Fuck.." You groan.

"Ooh~! (Name)!" Kenma gasps. "Mo- more~! Please~!"

"Horny little slut-" You grab his hair and pull his head back.

"Co- coming~!"

You glance at the screen, a notification showing that Kenma's still streaming. The webcam is still on too. "Shit- Ken." You slow down.

He whines. "Don't stop!"

"You want all your viewers to see you get fucked?" You smirk.

Kenma makes a confused noise. "Ju- just fuck me!"

"Okay," You go back to your previous pace. "Got anything to say to everyone watching?"

He assumes you just have some sort of camboy kink. "Lo- love yo- your co- cock~!"

"Fuck Ken, you're shameless~" You grin. "You really don't care?"

"Nngh~ no~! On- only ca- care about you~!" He's too out of it to notice he's still streaming.

You grab Kenma's cheeks, showing it to the camera. "Smile!"

Kenma grins stupidly, missing the flashing green light on the camera.

With a few stutters of your hips, you finally come inside Kenma. Your movements come to a gradual stop while run your hands along his back. "Ken.."

"Mm.." He turns to you.

"You do know you're live right now, right?"

He looks at you with a blank expression that changes to shock. "Are you serious?" He asks before turning back to the screen. "Shit.."

"Are you gonna get banned?"

"No...just a warning for not putting an age restriction...ugh." Kenma turns the stream off and slumps onto the desk.

"It'll be fine then, they probably liked it." You ruffle his hair.

"I guess." He sighs, too tired to get worked up about it.

#male reader #top male reader #wicks🕯works #wicks🕯requests #bottom kenma #kenma kozume #kenma x male reader #kenma x reader #kenma smut #kenma kozume smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu smut #🕯️kenma #🕯️smile! you're on camera!

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screamin-abt-haikyuu · 2 years

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Could I request a compilation of smiling Hinata AND kageyama to fuel my addiction???

Absolutely <3

Hope you like it <3

Hinata Smiling | Kageyama Smiling

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kori-senpai · 1 year

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Holding his world ✨

#haikyuu!!#hq bokuto #hq #hq akaashi #this was my first time drawing bokuto and damn he really just spreads happiness around #I caught myself smiling at the stupidest times while drawing #it was a nice change of pace actually #haikyū!!#bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #bokuaka #bokuto x akaashi #my art

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touchlikethesun · 4 months

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do you hear how soft his voice is when he talks to yams when it's just the two of them?? do you hear how goddamn fond he is??? and his smile!!!

tsukki is so in love he's not even trying to hide it i can't god he's so obvious...

they are dating in this clip.

#yams is especially cute here as well #and his laugh i swear it's more genuine than when he's not laughing with tsukki i swear i'm not making it up #but yeah i saw gifs of this earlier and i was like aww the smile that is for yams and yams only #and then i heard his voice his voice!!!!!#tsukkiyama #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukki <3 #haikyuu

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owlyflufff · 3 months

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and if I cry?

#[starts sobbing]#LOOK AT EM #WAIT PLEASE CAN WE GET TSUKISHIMA'S SMIRK IN THE FINAL FRAME #I WANNA SEE HIM SMILING TOO HE DESERVES IT #aurghhh I love them 😭#one of my favorite duos in the series #both of their character developments >>>>>#tsukishima #yamaguchi #haikyu #haikyuu #haikyu!!#haikyuu!!#hq #haikyu movie spoilers #hq spoilers #haikyu spoilers #haikyuu spoilers

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maybe-a-dinosaur · 2 months

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happy birthday matsukawa isseiiiiiii no cake today just a cinnamon roll with a candle in it but hiro forgot to buy them so it’s a half melted green 3 shaped candle from who knows how long ago and issei smiles so big they share it in bed then complain blithely about crumbs and sticky fingers and wax stuck in their teeth. issei says anything today hiro responds “okay old man��. it’s overcast but in a brightly lit way that means it’ll clear up for a nice sunset that neither of them will bother to see bc birthdays are for more important things like finding money in jackets pockets. issei birthday is never a big affair but is always comfortable his mom sends him new slippers he answers the phone lots of times he and hiro eat takeout on the couch and facetime tooru and hajime big smiles and he doesn’t fall asleep till after midnight.

#happy birthday matsukawa issei #lots and lots of smiling no teeth big rosy cheeks #issei birthday #he gets a pair of socks and new cuff links and he posts on instagram for the first time in months #issei issei issei dayyyyyyyyyyyy #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #matsuhana #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #seijoh 4 #haikyuu

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ohmykiyo · 11 months

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🪦 title ; "hey is that my shirt?" ,, "you mean our shirt?" genre ; fluff & romance warnings ; cute boys and fluff overload lol, lowercase intended characters ; sakusa, suna, atsumu, kageyama, hinata, tsukishima 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; i saw this prompt show up on my fyp and felt inspired LMAO, reqs r open!

SAKUSA eyes you suspiciously from the couch as you walked-- no, strutted, into the living room wearing nothing but an over-sized shirt and shorts.

you were quite oblivious to the fact, continuing to make your way into the kitchen. you were humming the tune of your favorite song, your steps matching the rhythm.

as you stopped right in front of the refrigerator, you kneel down to dig through it.

sakusa continues to stare and stare, until he finally chooses to speak up. "what're you up to now, my love?" he furrows his eyebrows.

you peek out into the living room, making eye contact with your raven-head boyfriend.

"looking for some food because i'm hungry?" you roll your eyes, shifting your attention back onto the refrigerator.

he knows damn well you rolled your eyes at him, even when you turned away before doing so.

he only gets up and walks toward your kneeling figure.

now standing directly behind you, he stills. arms crossing over his chest, he eyes the all-too-familiar shirt you're wearing.

clearing his throat, he speaks, "what're you wearing?" his eyes narrowing.

freezing in your tracks, you get up to face him slowly.

"uhmm..."

he leans down to your level, and you are now staring right at his dark blue orbs.

"tongue-tied now, are we?" he tuts, "just answer my question, is that my shirt?"

you stare at him, then at your (his) shirt, then back at him again.

with a nervous smile, you say, "you mean our shirt?"

he looks at you dumbfounded before breaking out into a series of laughter.

"you're such a dork." he mutters, his hand coming up to pinch your cheek.

"your dork, omi."

he laughs once again, "okay you corny lady, go get your food."

he presses a feathery kiss to your forehead before returning to his former place on the sofa.

SUNA scrolls aimlessly through his instagram feed, not noticing your presence as you enter your shared bedroom.

you rummage through the closet, frustration taking over you as you realize you have no clean clothes left.

you glance between the closet and your boyfriend. since rin's too busy on his phone, you shrug slightly before picking out a shirt of his. walking out with it and then returning with the shirt hanging below your thighs.

it fit your figure loosely, making it comfortable to be in. again, suna did not notice a thing because he's still scrolling through his very bland instagram feed.

you make your way into the living room, plopping yourself down on the couch before putting your favorite series on.

you were so immersed in the series, you don't realize that your boyfriend is looming over you.

he noticed the shirt you were wearing and was in the mood to tease you.

tapping you on the shoulder, you turn your head at the contact.

"oh, hi baby." you say, patting the empty spot on the couch. he jumps over the sofa, sitting on the spot you just patted, then puts his arm around you.

he smiles, "noticed the shirt you were wearin', pretty."

your ears and cheeks flushed with a shade of pink and red. keeping your eyes trained on the tv to avoid staring your boyfriend in the eye, you replied.

"uhm.. yeah, what about it?" you stammer.

he shrugs, side-eyeing you. "is that my shirt?"

your eyes shift from your boyfriend to the tv, not knowing how to answer.

you clear your throat, "you mean our shirt?"

smiling apologetically, suna rolls his eyes at your response.

"oh we're sharing now?" his eyes narrow, "what about when i wanted to use your shirt?"

"okay, babe, first of all," you begin, "the shirt was a fucking crop-top."

he looks at you, his expression clearly saying "your point?"

you glare at him before continuing. "you were gonna use it to make your dumb thirst-traps, weren't you?"

suna freezes up. removing his arm from your shoulders nervously. he chuckles dryly, before answering with a little "uhmm nooo~"

you slap his chest playfully, forcing him to recoil with a slight "ow".

rolling your eyes, you give him a kiss on the cheek before saying, "the shirt's mine now, by the way."

his head snaps your direction as you swiftly get up to run away.

"can't catch me, you wannabe thirst-trapper!" you giggle.

ATSUMU stares intently as you make your way around the kitchen. you hum your favorite tune, swaying your hips slightly to the rhythm.

you blonde-haired boyfriend only watches in awe as you fry some delicious smelling food in the pan. the oil dances around as you shift the pan all over the stove.

atsumu was so mesmerized by your beauty, he failed to notice the much too over-sized hoodie you were wearing-- which certainly wasn't yours because you stole it from atsumu's side of the closet.

you sort of forgot that you were even wearing it in the first place.

so, when atsumu snaps out of the trance he was in because of you..

that hoodie was the first thing he noticed.

walking up to your busy figure, he wraps his arms around the slope of your waist.

"noticed yer hoodie, angel," he smirks, pressing his lips to your neck.

you tense up. a nervous chuckle making its way past your lips.

biting your lower lip, you replied, "yeah? what about it?"

"looks an awful lot like mine, don't ya think?" he mutters. "is that mine?"

letting out a choked cough, you said the first thing that came to mind..

"you mean ours?"

his lips leave the crook of your neck as he spins you around in one swift move.

with a smirk plastered all over his face, he chuckles lightly. "well won't ya look at that, getting a little bold now, are we?" he places his thumb and index finger on your chin, his lips inching closer and closer to yours.

he finally gives you a long, drawn out kiss.

tugging lightly on the shirt, he smirks into the kiss. you only roll your eyes once again.

the kiss goes on and it's almost getting a lot more intimate until-

"babe, ya smell that?"

"smell what, 'tsum?"

"uhm... somethin's burnin', angel."

you push your boyfriend off you, turning the stove off with a loud 'click!'

"jesus fucking christ, 'tsum." you pinch the bridge of your nose.

he only apologizes with another drawn out kiss, which was completely unnecessary.

KAGEYAMA starts removing all the hung-up shirts he had in his closet because he can't seem to find his favorite shirt with milk on it.

he rummages around anxiously, looking through almost all the closets and drawers in the house.

he walks by your office again and again, still looking for his favorite shirt. growing agitated by the minute, he finally walks into your office to beg for your help.

"y/n," he calls, "i can't find my milk shirt and i want you to-" he pauses. he looks you up and down as you stay seated on your chair. the typing sounds on your laptop seemed to have stopped.

"what's up, baby?" you ask, completely unbeknownst to the fact that you are wearing your boyfriend's favorite piece of clothing.

kageyama stomps over to your desk, practically looming over you ominously.

"..."

"..?"

"is that my shirt????" he asks, dumbfounded.

you look at him..

then at your shirt-- well.. his shirt.

then back at him again.

"you mean our shirt?" you smile nervously.

kageyama only pouts and groans dramatically before walking out of your office practically in tears.

of course, you follow him into your shared bedroom and pester him with a dozen kisses.

he's so in love with you, he might just let you keep that favorite shirt of his.

"you owe me more of those..." he says.

you raise an eyebrow, "more of what?"

"..."

"???"

"when you put your lips on mine, those." he grunts.

"baby, you mean kisses..?"

"..."

"shut up."

HINATA runs from room to room, finishing up chores and making food so you didn't need to lift a finger.

he had a pretty apron on that you both bought as a set, it made him smile knowing that there are things he shares with you and no one else.

he continued shifting around, moving here and there. listening to the light pops and sizzles of the oil swirling around in the pan he was holding.

while he was busy, you came out of the bathroom. walking hastily into the bedroom, you opened up the closet.

scanning your side of the closet, you realize that you don't wanna wear anything too tight. sadly, your clothes were full of it.

your eyes slowly looks over to hinata's side of the closet, and you see all the over-sized shirts he has.

'he wouldn't mind..' you think to yourself, and pick out a light blue shirt with a cute puppy in the center.

walking out into the living, you were hit with the wonderful aroma of your boyfriend's cooking.

it took him awhile to reveal that he loved cooking, and even received some tips from osamu, his teammate's twin brother.

coming up behind him to wrap your arms around his torso, you press a feathery kiss to the apple of his cheek. "hi, baby."

leaning into your touch, he greets you back. "hi, my pretty girl, you hungry?"

you nod slightly, nuzzling further into the back of his shoulder. he blushes at the contact. he sadly has to remove himself from your grasp in order to serve you food.

as he does, he quickly notices the light blue shirt that looks a lot like his.

"babe." he calls.

"yes? somethin' wrong?" you ask, confused.

he scans your (his) piece of clothing further before answering, "is that my shirt?"

you sway your body around nervously at his question.

"you mean our shirt?"

he snickers. it took him awhile to process your words, but he laughed.

"our shirt? babe, you don't even give me the chips i buy for you." he rolls his eyes.

you cross your arms over your chest, "shoyo, you ate the 2 other bags... ALONE." you glare.

hinata lets out a "pffttt as if" rubbing the back of his neck, knowing he got caught red-handed.

you quickly hushed you up with a kiss to stop you from listing all the other things he did to defend yourself.

he plates your food, and presses another chaste kiss to your cheek

"still my shirt, by the way." he grunts.

TSUKISHIMA has his nose stuck in ridiculously big textbook, with a notepad beside it. he scribbles here and there after reading a couple sentences from the textbook.

he exhales lightly, not acknowledging your figure that's currently leaning on the door frame of his office.

you clear your throat, which grabs his attention.

"whatddya' need, weirdo." he asks.

you stick your tongue out at him before replying, "what's with the sass, you spoiled kid."

he looks up from his notes to see you hold a tray full of snacks. his mouth takes the shape of an "o" after he realized why you were there.

"sorry, sweetheart." he smiles apologetically.

you only huff before setting the tray down lightly on his desk.

you dust your hands, admiring the perfectly arranged snacks you prepared for your snarky blonde boyfriend.

"where's my 'thank you", you spoiled shit." you huff.

tsukishima looks up at you with a smile before pulling you down to peck your pretty lips. "thank you, y/n."

you get up with a grunt of acknowledgement.

you're just about to leave his office when he stops you with a little "hold on, missy."

you turn around slowly, praying he doesn't notice the graphic tee you're currently wearing. (it belongs to him.)

"is that my shirt, sweetheart?" he smirks, his chin resting on his propped up hand.

you chuckle nervously, fiddling with the hem of the shirt.

"you mean our shirt..?"

he rolls his eyes with a smile, shooing you away with his hands.

"i'll let it slide, babe, only because you made me this." he points at the snack tray you brought him.

you skip over to him, pressing a kiss to his lips before finally exiting his office.

he watches you leave, huffing quietly, "such an idiot."

he glances over at the snack tray with a wide grin.

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