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shoyoist · 5 months
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── 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 : hinata shoyo.
content: fem!reader. public sεx in the back booth of a cafe. dirty thoughts, teasing, fingering, a little overstimulation, shoyo is a liiittle mean but he's just so eager to have you!! mentioned pussy eating at the end.
— . 。˚ ♡ you just can't wait to have shoyo's fingers in you. and neither can he.
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one of the first things you notice about hinata when you meet up with him after his years away in brazil, is that his hands are big.
he'd already been growing taller and filling out when he left — but that was nearly three years ago, and seeing him for the first time after so long felt like a dream — because despite looking the same, he also looked just that different. it wasn't just his hands, really — he was big. 
his neck was thicker, the expanse between his shoulder and neck offering much more space for your arms than it used to, as you wrapped them around his neck in a hug. his arms, his chest, his stomach, as they press against yours in the embrace, they feel bigger, more muscular than you remembered.
but what you notice the most, what would be a subtle change compared to everything else — is that his hands are so big. maybe because you hadn't seen his hands properly in any of the pictures he'd sent you, but it was the most surprising change about him.
his fingers that just used to be long and lithe, are now thicker — knuckles tough and edges calloused, the backs of them rosy and tanned and the palms hard and smooth, pink at the rounder points.
and as he holds your hands in his, gives you a smile that pours love and longing and happiness and tender adoration into you as he tells you, “hi, baby. i missed you.” — all you can think about is that you want your pussy stuffed with those fingers of his.
and eventually — because he is after all, your beloved shoyo that would do anything for you — you tell him.
hand in hand, walking the distance from your place to the café you used to frequent together, you tell him that his hands are so nice. 
his fingers are so thick (“look! see how big they are compared to mine?”) and then while you're talking to each other over cups of coffee, you finally tell him — albeit slyly and mostly as a tease, you admit that you want his fingers in your cunt.
what you don't expect is for him to immediately oblige.
you're sitting together at the very last booth of the small, cozy little cafe, away from all the windows and concealed from clear view — and you'd thought it'd be cute to fluster him with a dirty little comment, and get him hooked for when you both get home.
but when you tell him, “they'd feel so nice curling deep into my pussy, don't you think?” hinata stares at you for only a few seconds — before he has you pressed against the back of the booth, one legged hooked over his knees and the other dangling over the edge of the seat as he forces your legs open.
“mhm,” he giggles at your wide eyed, stunned expression, wrapping a muscled arm around you and adjusting your position so effortlessly, as his other hand slides past the waistband of your skirt to palm at your clothed cunt. “let's see how it feels, then. oh — pretty pussy's wet already, huh? missed me much?”
you're too dazed by the contact and the delicious feel of his touch on your clit to form words and tell him yes, yes yes you missed him so fucking much, more than he knows — but you think you missed him more than even you know.
his eyes are brighter than you remember as well, you see as you blink up to meet his gaze— 
his body language, his confidence, it's so different compared to how he was before.
you'd only gotten together in your third year of highschool, and really you'd only fucked once before he left for brazil — but you'd loved him long enough to know.
this isn't the same hinata that you kissed good-bye at that train station years ago.
correction: he is the same — but he's also more. 
you stare, stars in your eyes — and he gives you a handsome, rogueish grin as he slips two digits under your panties and into the slick mess of your hole, like he knows every single thing he's doing to you right now.
to your body, to your mind, to your soul.
it's overwhelming enough, to have the love of your life return home to you after more than two years of being so, so far away from you.
overwhelming enough to see that he has changed so very much, to see that suddenly the sunny, sweet boy you'd fallen in love with has become a fire, a hot searing flame that's ready to sweep you off your feet and singe you, burn you with his kisses and his touch.
but right now, you can't even think clearly about it all — because fuck, fuck, fuck, he's sliding his fingers into you, and it feels even better than you thought it would.
“sh—shoyo,” you whimper, cheek pressed to his chest as he shields your body with his, just in case. “wait, wait — didn't mean right now, i—”
“hush,” he hums into your ear, thumb gliding up to find your clit, and when he presses into the sensitive bud, you can only obey and hush — pressing your lips shut tight to prevent the gasp of pleasure that builds in your throat from getting away.
the café had been pretty quiet and peaceful when you'd both walked inside, and even as you ordered from the counter and brought your trays to the back booth — but suddenly, you're so afraid that people might come and see. afraid that a waiter might come over and see.
“sho—” you try, but he shushes you again, and you feel so hot, it's all so sudden you can't think.
“couldn't wait, sunshine, 'm sorry.” he mumbles into your hair, pulling you even closer, and you feel a little cramped as he tugs your legs even further apart, fingers sliding knuckle-deep into you. “was thinking things the whole time, you're so gorgeous now, can't wait when you're so hot.”
“i—” you whimper again, grabbing his shirt and curling it in your fist. “me too, shoyo, me too.” there's an impatience in the both of you that was hardly satiable when kept apart from eachother, but now, with the two of you like this, there's no way to keep it at bay.
the stretch of his fingers in your cunt is impossible. so much compared to your own fingers, so hot and hungry compared to the toys you use (ones he'd bought and sent home to you during his time in brazil).
he fucks his digits into you like he's been dying to do this to you, like he's desperate to hear those pretty sounds you make in his ear again, like he's been thirsting to make you cum like this forever.
you're going to hit your orgasm so quick, you can already feel it.
you're going to cum slumped in the back booth of this little café, that you'd visited so long ago on your first date with hinata. this little café where you'd first kissed him. this little café where you'd had a valentine's day brunch with him, just two months before he left.
“shoyo,” you can't help the moan that slips out, pussy only clenching around harder his digits when you see the way his eyes cloud with lust upon hearing your voice. “shoyo, shoyo — gonna cum.”
you hope nobody hears you — and you hope that if they did, they'll stay the fuck away and mind their own business, and let hinata take care of you.
you need it. he's so warm, so hot, and he's fucking you so good with just his fingers — thumb rolling your clit just fucking right while he curls his fingers into your velvet walls, giggling under his breath when your pussy squelches messily each time. 
“that's right, baby,” he coos, kissing your hair. “cum for me. nice and hard, mkay? else we might hafta try again.”
his voice cracks so well at just the right moment as he says it — and you don't know if it's the zap of need that courses through you at the sound of his voice breaking, or if it's just the bliss he's giving you with his fingers that makes you cum instantly, but you do.
your pussy wraps around his fingers so tight — your own hand flying up to clamp over your mouth and muffle your cry, as your body finally unfreezes and you crash into your high.
knees knocking together and squeezing hinata's arm between your legs, you fall lax against the leather seating of the booth — cushioned by his body because he still has his other arm secured around you — and you cum. “fuck, shoyo.”
“that's good,” hinata encourages, his whisper hot in the shell of your ear. “fuck, so messy. so messy, baby, how do we clean you up?”
you can't help it — and he's making it worse, curling his fingers in, knuckles digging into your walls as he tries to go even deeper, never relieving the pressure he's out on your clit, god— “shoyo, fuck, fuck.” you’re afraid you might shatter into a million pieces right there on the damn seat. you haven’t had someone else touch you in a long time, and getting an orgasm ripped from you like this is almost too much. “sho—shoyo, please.”
“please, what?” he giggles, still unrelenting, like he’s missed having you like this, like he really can’t be a good boy and wait until you get back home before he eats you up and makes you his girl all over again, for the first time in years.
“not here,” you say breathlessly, gulping down the cry of pleasure that springs up your throat when he lets go of your clit for a moment, only to flick his thumb at the ravenous bud again. “not here, please. i can’t—”
“can’t what?” he asks, almost impatient. he bites at your ear, and you feel so fucking hot, so dizzy with pleasure, but you can’t. not in the back booth of a god damn café, where you could just be caught with MSbY’s newest outside hitter fitting his fingers into your starving little cunt.
you grab his wrist and tug, giving him the most serious look you can with all the stars in your eyes. “can’t be like this, shoyo. not here. please? wanna go home. want you in me. at home.”
his lips pull downwards into a disappointed pout, but he only presses his body closer to you, hot and heavy, his weight so new on you. “you promise t’ let me fuck you like this in your bed then?”
the fact that he can make you blush harder with a few words even as he’s got your pussy full of his fingers is astounding, really. but you feel your face heat up as you nod, telling him you promise. you need it more than him. you need him so, so fucking bad.
with a delighted laugh, shoyo pulls away, almost too quickly and you’re forced to stifle the needy whine you want to let out because you know he’ll be on you again in no time if you act like that. he pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking on your slick, eyes dulling with lust as he gets a taste of you. “let’s go, then. we can have this date later.”
“wh—what about our food?” you can’t even ask before he’s getting up and pulling you to your feet. he gives you a quick kiss, and your eyes widen when you taste yourself on him. god, it’s almost embarrassing.
“i’ll pay for it now, we’ll tell them we’re coming back in a bit.” he grins at you, taking you by the waist and pulling you up against him. “i can think of something else i’d like to eat right now.”
by the glint in his eyes and the lingering taste in your mouth, you know exactly what he means the instant he says it. and you can’t help but blush again. god, he’s such a fucking charmer. “mm, alright. let’s go then.”
“that’s my girl.”
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panally · 2 years
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❁ Hinata falling in love for the first time ❁
Hinata would be too innocent to realize he has actually fallen for you his childhood sweetheart but not when the feeling of love is like the whole world disappears when you are around him. He always had feelings for you but to him, it was 'just friends' but all that changes.
You are returning after three years away and he is over the moon about it and can't wait to see you. He still remembers your short blonde hair you sometimes let him braid even though he does the worst job on it, your adorable baby face that blush easily at a single tease and he liked that he was taller than you.
Let's just say three years is a pretty long time because Hinata is stunned to his very core. like a vampire's first heartbeat, he is blooded at the sight of you coming down from the car. Your light blue eyes are darker now and they sparkle at the sight of him and you might as well have shot an arrow to his heart because it swelled with something he couldn't even describe.
"Y/n?" He is barely able to get a word out.
You tuck your now long hair behind your ear and smile at him before pulling him into a bear hug.
"Oh, I missed you."
Your voice is like music to his ear. The closeness sends his brain on overdrive and your scent absolutely heavenly. He doesn't want you to pull away but he doesn't hug you back because he was sure his body won't listen to his brain now.
You pull away and go hug your parents and he is still just not able to take it all in. You think he is being weird, he wouldn't talk to you the whole day and he just stayed in.
Maybe he doesn't like you anymore whereas Hinata is blushing under his covers with a dreamy look in his eyes, how can you be just friends now when all he can think or wait he can't even think? He turns to google for help, 'why do I feel like my friend is the prettiest person alive'
He realizes the feeling now and he is in love with you or maybe it's just a crush I mean you have been friends forever, he has seen you in just your underwear before and there is no going back from there but his heart says different.
Now Hinata plans to confess...
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angelatsumu · 2 years
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Oh my god, I stumbled in your Haikyuu Firefighters AU because of Ushijima and I AM IN LOVE!!!! So, I am really just hoping that with time you will do all of them (your writing caused my brain to just imagine all the Karasuno boys in the fire squad) but for now I have some options and ANY of them you choose will make my brazilian heart very happy: fave bean pole Tsukki, Iwa-chan, sunshine Hinata or dad Daichi. Any of them, really. Congrats for your writing, its truly awesome! Sorry for my english
hello!! i got an ask about iwa forever ago, and i forgot to reply bc i am a clown. I would love to do Hinata because I don't think there's enough Hina love out there... (also, don't apologize for your english...you're a sweetie <3)
firefighter!hinata is definitely an engine boy <3 (which saddens me, but alas). he's a beam of light, a hunky and strong beam of light. he has so much energy that he just needs to be on an engine so he can get some time to play.
that being said, engineboy!shoyo loves a good fire where he's first on scene and in charge of pulling his own hoseline to the door, masking up, and going in with his captain to get a knock on the fire. engineboy!shoyo loves a commercial structure fire because there's so much opportunity to put the fire out and still have things to do. he loves to stay busy, and his stamina makes him a fiend for long scenes.
engineboy!shoyo was the recruit class president because of his ability to motivate people just with his high energy. he's a smooth talker, tactful strategist, and he's the best at deploying new tactics for the same old job. his skill is being adaptable under pressure, and that's what makes him the best at what he does.
engineboy!shoyo loves to send cool fire-related pictures and articles to his lover, and he takes his training seriously. he even goes as far as to drive around his first-due (the area of the city where his engine would arrive first) to make sure he knows all the building construction and where the best places for entry would be. usually he brings you along, and he's sure to get you a silly little drink along the way.
engineboy!shoyo is great with kids, and he's the face of the department. he does public educations at elementary schools with his engine company often, and he loves to send you photos of him and the little ones wearing his helmet. it makes your heart melt.
engineboy!shoyo's sex drive is through the rough. his stamina combined with his need to please make him insatiable in bed. whenever he comes home you, he's sliding himself between your legs so he can bury himself inside you. you aren't one to deny him, either.
engineboy!shoyo noticed he had a raging breeding kink when he was in the middle of showing some little school kids his firefighter gear. seeing the littlest one in his helmet and climbing into his lap had his mind foggy, thoughts of filling you to the brim with his seed until he was certain it took were swimming in his mind. soon after, he calls you to hear your voice as he quickly rushes to his bunkroom to relieve himself.
engineboy!shoyo begs you to start trying for one. he comes home from a 72hr shift to find you sleeping peacefully in his teeshirt, and he's harder than ever. breed. breed. breed. it's all he can ever think when he sees you like this, so pliant and serene. he quickly slips his cock inside you, fucking into you as his sensitive tip teases your cushy spot that has you creaming around him. he spills buckets into you until you're protesting softly, overstimulated and teary-eyed. he kisses your knuckles as he peers down at you lovingly, smiling sweetly. "shh, baby, 'm just makin' up for lost time," he calms you as he cums inside you once again.
OOF. this? this was sexy. an engine boy that isn't a hoe? outrageous.
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patchworkpuzzle · 2 years
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Omg Patchy this ask game is so fricking adorable and creative!!! You’re literally a genius <3
Can I pretty please get a potion for dealing with hinata shoyo?
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Oh sweet traveler, you certainly flatter me with your kind words! I have never thought of myself as a genius, but I shall accept your praise seeing me as such. Now, onto your request at hand. It appears to me that the man you have set your sights on seems blind. Not to you, of course, but rather your intentions.
A hint of cognizance will help even the most clouded minds of obliviousness see with clarity. Just a drop or two mixed within a beverage or meal will not only hind the taste but will be enough to help this man see your advances just a little more clearly.
Merely a recommendation, from a so-called genius, of course.
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You were always fond of needle and thread. The act of stitching together cloth with nothing but tiny pieces of thread was something you always found comfort in. It was perhaps why, when you were little, that you grew fond of the simple pass time your mother taught you to fill your evenings when it became much too dark outside to play.
What started as simple embroidery of people’s names soon turned into stitched creations of your favourite critters and landscapes, and before long you were creating your own clothing out of fabric you could purchase from marketplaces. A highly skilled and sought-after seamstress you became. 
So much so that even the crown itself wanted to utilize your skills; and who were you to say no to an opportunity of a lifetime? 
Though they never asked you to create lavish gowns, which you oft let you somewhat saddened, you were the only one lords and ladies would hire to make sure everything was in perfect place. You were the best at fixing small faults to the point where most of your days were booked with fitting after fitting. And only when you had the time, you would create dresses for you to flaunt to your clientele.
Another task that filled your days was the creation of clothing for the knights. Not only the creation of tailor-made clothing, from the most durable and strong fabrics, for them to wear underneath the steel protective armor; but their formal and festive attire for them to don during grad events and celebrations
It made sense really, you already had every single measurement of every single knight, why would they waste the efforts to send in another tailor to create the courtly attires they would need when presenting their heroic gentlemen to their members of foreign court?
They wouldn’t. And though it sometimes was the source of all your ire, sleepless nights on end staying up to create each particular piece for every single knight you had to dress, it was something you found pride in. You could not make those grandeous dresses for gentlewomen to show off at grad events, but you could make the detailed suits that could be paired with them.
And you had to admit, making the clothing - as you always wanted to do - was not the only benefit you could find. 
Plenty of men had crossed your path, so many of them handsome and charming, though none of them caught your eye the way Hinata Shoyo did. You were quite sure what it was, whether it was his sunny deposition or his excitement whenever he saw you work your magic, whatever it was - it captured your heart.
But the only probably with Hinata Shoyo, despite his many positives, was his obliviousness. Sure he was aware when people liked him, he had more than enough friends, he just was just never aware when some harbored romantic feelings; their gifts and gestures just being seen as that of tokens of friendship. Never in a mean and rejective way, just a man clueless of what their true intentions were.
You yourself have been on the brunt end of this headlessness. Many times you have given gifts, from embroidered handkerchiefs, to new satin shirts, to even carefully embellished suit jackets; all made by hand and gifted alongside a letter of your adoration to him.
It almost made you laugh when he approached you about them, his tales of a secret admirer on his tongue as he blabbered away about the possible suspects. It bewildered you that he did not piece the obvious puzzle, but it further amused and endeared you to him.
You simply saw it as a challenge, to figure out a way to get him to properly see.
However, that challenge proved more difficult than you could have ever imagined. So much so that when a peddler offered its wares, for free, to aid in your plight you did not bat an eye when grasping onto the tiny bronze bottle, thanking her swiftly before practically running back home.
In hindsight, as you prepared the final gift to give to Hinata - a box of homemade chocolates - you realized it might have been wise to hear what the witch had to say about the muted, almost sand, coloured liquid. How would this affect him, would the taste be so powerful he would know you put something within the chocolate, would he think you poisoned him, would you actually poison him? All you were told was that it was the solution to your problem, and your heart ran away with it. You prayed, when you dropped the perfectly decorated box at his door, that it would all end the way you wanted it to. That he would finally see what your intentions were.
It was the longest night, that turned into the slowest day, of your entire life as you waited for Hinata to show any semblance of himself, a note, a letter, a message passed on from a friend of his, anything to prove he got your gift - and therefore had a response for your affections.
It wasn’t until you were interrupted, petit point in hand, by slight tapping upon your bedroom’s window did your heart jump in your throat; your nerves getting the better of you as you knew who the nightly caller was. Carefully setting aside your canvas, you gingerly made your way to your windows latch, holding a breath as you opened it out.
“Someone there?” You called, feigning ignorance as you peered into the darken surroundings “Who is it?”
“Only me, my lady!” Hinata’s voice broke through, you found him standing by the shrubbery a story below his, his voice as hushed as it could be to not disturb anyone nearby “I am sorry if I woke you!’
“No no, nothing of the sort.” You reassured, a smile working its way upon your lips involuntarily “But perhaps you should come up? Would be easier to discuss whatever it is you are here for.”
You merely got a nod in response as he dashed his way towards the entryway. You knew you had but a few moments before he would be at your door, and thus your receiving chamber, to tell of you what he could not wait until morning for. Your nerves were getting the better of you as your wrung and smoothed your shift dressed several times as you paced by the fireplace; awaiting his knock.
He didn’t knock, and you would find that rude had your mind been in a more rational state, instead, he burst through your door; not even bothering to close it properly as he made his way over to you.
“Do you… why did you… you did give me…. You fancy me don’t you?” Hinata spoke, clear in his tone that his tongue was trying to catch up with his mind.
“I-I’m sorry?” You blinked, head shaking slightly as you tried to keep up with the rapid speed he was talking “Repeat what you said, but slow down?”
You saw his chest rise and fall slowly, doing his best to talk himself down - for your sake. At that moment, he gently took hold of your shoulders, peering into your face to ensure you were not uncomfortable; you could not help yourself to briefly break eye contact with him as his tongue wet his lips before he spoke again.
“All those gifts, those trinkets, and clothing, those beautiful letters. They were from you, weren’t they?” He asked, voice as clear as a bell as it rang within your burning ears.
“Y-yes” You nodded, eyes now unable to focus on any part of his face as they turned downcast.
“Which means, you see and fancy me, in a romantic way?” He watched as you nodded your head, clear that words were lost due to nervousness “Then you can please accept my apology?”
“A-apology?” You whimpered, eyes casting pain as you searched his for any sign of rejection, only to find none.
Before you could tilt your head, before your eyes could showcase the newfound confusion that was expressed when his words did not match the rejection you were expecting, you felt his soft lips brush against your in a sweet, loving, but brief kiss.
“Yes, my apology for being an oblivious fool as to not have noticed sooner. And to act in ways, like I just did, like how I always wanted to with you, sooner.” 
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An outcome I assumed would unfold. Of course it was quite easy to tell with my perception of the pair of you. I hope it al unfolded the way you wanted it to, slight hiccups and all. Keep the remainder of the potion; not only does the vile and light blue liquid make a pretty necklace, but I can see you needing use of it in the future. I have no warning to give you except that cognizant ability your partner holds will only last a few hours more; be prepared for him to return to his old, somewhat endearing, oblivious self.
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Do you want to take a chance on a failing traveler's potion?
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plutoccult · 5 months
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SWEET NOTHING
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pairing: shoyo hinata x gender neutral reader
description: you and hinata may be different, but at the end of the day, he just wanted your sweet nothings.
word count: 883
also available to read on my ao3 here
author’s note: first post with the new blog theme! i’m exhausted after doing it, but the results have been worth it. i’m diving more into haikyuu content because i feel like i need to contribute more to the fandom besides my office au (which is flopping LMAO). i decided to start off with something short and sweet (nothing). i know it’s not heavy on dialogue whatsoever, but that was honestly the intention. obviously, this is inspired by the taylor swift song. but regardless, i hope you enjoy!
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you had a hard time understanding why hinata liked you.
you were shy, soft spoken, the complete opposite of hinata’s outlandish behavior. you envied how he always went in head first without a care for the consequences. if it worked out in his favor, great, and if it didn’t, then oh well, he’d just try again. you liked to think that was his thought process when he ended up asking you out.
you found it almost embarrassing how long you observed him from afar. watching as he slept in class or enthused about volleyball with his friends. it wasn’t that long that you were able to decipher his moods just by the way his face crinkled. you were helpless.
it was like a miracle was bestowed upon you when your friend yachi crossed paths with the manager of the volleyball club and asked her to join. from that day on, your life was consumed by volleyball.
she dragged you along to watch some of the games, introducing you to the members of the team. that was when you finally met hinata formally for the first time, and to your shock, he actually knew who you were.
“hey, you’re in my class, aren’t you?” he asked when you shook hands, something you awkwardly initiated. “you’re always looking at the window.”
oh, but you weren’t looking at the window, you were looking at him. yachi giggled when she heard him say that, and you almost wanted to nudge her so she’d stop. it made you feel like such a stalker, but you weren’t! really, you weren’t. you were just… very observant. yeah, that was the way to put it. a stalker would know obscure things like his address and entire family tree. you weren’t that type of crazy. you just always pined for him from afar.
you felt lucky that hinata wasn’t put off by you upon your first meeting, but in reality he had no reason to be. you decided to put an end to your observing once the two of you became acquainted, but that was only when hinata began to observe you.
hinata watched as you intently wrote down notes or twiddled with your pencil. he recognized your sighs without having to even look at you. the roles had been reversed, and you had yet to get a clue. hinata was quite the impatient one, so it wasn’t long until he decided to ask you out on a date of the blue one day after class.
after weeks of hanging out after school or after volleyball practice, hinata finally asked you if you wanted to be in a relationship. it was like you were floating above the ground when it happened, and of course you said yes. but, your insecurities began to grow once the reality of being in a relationship hit you.
it wasn’t like you didn’t have feelings for hinata, of course you had them. you just felt like you were letting him down when you showed up to his games and didn’t act over the top like others would do with their significant others. you just weren’t that type of person, and even if hinata knew that, you couldn’t help that small part of you that would overthink everything.
you couldn’t let these thoughts keep you down for long. you decided to take a page out of hinata’s book by going in head first and addressing the issue. if only you knew there was nothing ever wrong in the first place.
“hinata… can i ask you something?” you say out of nowhere.
he’s taken aback at first, but nodded in response. “yeah, of course.”
“do you wish i cheered for you louder at your games?” you asked, getting straight to the point.
“huh? what do you mean?” hinata furrowed his eyebrows. “i always seeing you clapping and waving.”
“well, i mean, like, yelling your name really loud and acting extra or something.” you reply.
“but why would you do that?” he asked. “that’s not like you at all.”
it wasn’t. it wasn’t like you at all, and that’s what made you feel so down about this. now you wondered if hinata was better off with someone else, someone just like him.
“i guess sometimes i feel like i should be doing more.” you frown. maybe asking him about this was a mistake, you thought. this was why you always thought things through before doing them. but there went that overthinking mind again, having absolutely nothing to worry about.
“well, y/n…” he paused, thinking of how to put the words together, just like you would. “i like when people cheer for me, but those are just people. as long as i can see your face after i make a point, that’s all that matters.”
you almost wanted to find it hard to believe, but when he looked at you so sincerely and held your hand so gently, you knew he wasn’t lying. “hinata…”
“just you being there is all i could ever want.” he said as he planted a quick kiss on your cheek, making you blush like it were the very first time.
you finally understood now. you thought you had to be everything and more for hinata, but all he ever wanted from you was sweet nothing.
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semifilms · 1 year
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ATSUMU, BOKUTO, HINATA, oikawa, tendou, KUROO, aran, kenma, KAGEYAMA, SUNA, hoshiumi, kunimi, SUGAWARA
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sluttsumu · 8 months
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☆ — ft. atsumu miya + getting leaked
warnings: 18+, tsumu being nasty
a/n: a little thought of mine, i can totally imagine msby being up in arms because there’s an “alleged” video out.
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atsumu is a nightmare for msby’s pr team.
at this point no one is even surprised when there’s a new viral vid on twitter of him fucking you from behind or stuffing his face in your ass. the lewd photography the two of you take may never have your faces in them but, it’s definitely you two, everyones knows that.
he has no shame, and neither do his teammates. the most recent scandal was a video of him fucking you in the new pair of handcuffs that seemed to get everyone’s attention.
it was another ordinary day for him as he walked in the locker room to see everyone on their phones after practice. the air was tense and everyone was thinking the same thing, he knew that they’d seen it and they were wondering why he didn’t care.
kiyoomi was the first to break the silence, as expected.
“so….miya”
atsumu flips his towel over his shoulder not even sparing his friend a glance. “how many times did you cum from watching it?” he cockily chuckled leaving the rest of the locker room in awe.
“SO IT IS YOU” bokuto exclaimed before starting to laugh along side hinata.
“i have no idea what you’re talkin’ about bo-kun”
the devil was a liar, and so was atsumu miya.
despite lying to his team claiming that the video wasn’t his, he enjoyed toying with the curiosity of others.
sakusa muttered a small “tch” under his breath as he reached into his pocket for his phone.
the video started playing.
atsumu’s lips curl into a smile as he finally turns to face the rest of the locker room as sakusa holds his phone to the blondes face. “that’s literally your girlfriend, miya.”
experiencing it was one thing but watching it was something else. the 20 second video played over and over again of your face stuffed into the sheets as atsumu fucked you full of his cum, your muffled whining echoed throughout the room until sakusa finally turned his phone off.
“she sounds pretty doesn’t she?” he smirked.
everyone was guilty to getting off to you, and atsumu knew that, it simply boosted his pride.
grabbing his bag his walks to the door, but doesn’t leave until spewing condescending words just to keep his friends on their toes.
“knock yourselves out.”
the door closes behind him meanwhile everyone looks at each other confused before receiving a collective notification, to a google drive with all of your porn on it.
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© — SLUTTSUMU 2023
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yuu-kumeii · 2 years
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Is that your husband over there? That husband right there? The one who is sneakily reaching for your hand to wrap around his arm? The same one who has been distastefully eyeing a certain co worker of yours the whole time you both have been at this event? That one? The one who, when confronted about his actions, will tell you with certainty that he did no such thing?
Yep, that husband right there. The one whose face is pressed against your chest while mumbling something incoherent everytime you kiss the space between his eyebrows. Telling him that if he keeps looking so grumpy that 'it might be permanent'. The only one who can get away with such childish actions and even get rewarded for it. He's yours anyway, so what's the harm in spoiling him a little?
The one who tightens his arms around you to prevent your attempted escape. Even going as far as to trap your legs in his, pushing you further into his broad chest. He curses the sun for rising too soon and makes it known to you, once again going further by turning to face the wall with you still in his iron grip. You know you have to work and he does too, but one day doesn't matter in the long train of work you both have. So with a sigh, you snuggle closer into his embrace and close your eyes once more, letting the warmth of it all lull you back to sleep. The day can wait, you have a husband to help you through today and for the rest of your life anyway.
SAKUSA <3333, ATSUMU, Osamu, Hinata, KAGEYAMA <333, Ushijima, OIKAWA, BOKUTO (1# guy who doesn't want to let you go), Iwaizumi, Honestly I can see all of them doing this
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lunamochii · 1 month
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you're the blue text ; they're the gray/grey text
bokuto, atsumu, osamu, kuroo, oikawa, suna, sugawara, sachiro
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shoyoist · 2 years
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make me *cough* cum *cough* in just two or three sentences with shoyo’s name in it.
content: f!reader, grinding, morning sex, it's a lil rough, a few slaps on your ass, cumming inside. note: alright this is not one sentence but allow me to share a thought with you!
—。˚ ♡ shoyo just never wants to let you go.
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been thinking so hard about hinata shoyo who wakes up early saturday morning, knowing he's got a practise and a check up with his nutritionist to go to, plus a physical assessment with iwaizumi in the evening, that he cant afford to miss.
he's got a game coming up in the next week, and all of the preparations are necessary. and while he does love the building thrill of getting ready for an oncoming match, he cant help but feel upset as he switches off his alarm and sits up.
it's been a long week, and now his weekend's going to be spent away from you, too :(
"baby," he calls you softly, placing a hand on your hip and shaking gently. you're dressed in only one of his tshirts and your panties, and your figure looks so pretty, so inviting, as you lay there, back to him, the curves and lines of your body highlighted by the morning glow coming through the window. "baby, wake up?"
"mmh?" there's a mumble from you in answer after the third shake, and you roll over, sleepy eyes blinking up at him, cheek creased with lines from the wrinkled pillow you were laying on. "shoyo? g'morning... what's wrong?"
you're so sweet ;( so cute when you look up at him like that, all hazy eyed with the dream you were just having, words slurred with the cloudy feel of having just woken up. "need you, baby." he urges, because he thinks he might be too tired to have you later, when he comes home tonight.
you might even be asleep by the time he gets back, the way you were last night, when he'd walked into the bedroom to see you cuddled up under the covers, one hand between your legs, the other pressed to your lips — as if you'd fallen asleep touching yourself, whispering his name out for no one to hear.
your eyes skirt down his shirtless figure, sleepily tracing the muscle of his chest and abs, before you focus on his cock, already hard under his shorts. he palms at it, gives you an insistent whine, voice raspy with sleep. "please, sweetheart? need you on my cock :("
"now?" you ask, but you sit up anyway, and the pout on his face disappears immediately, replaced with a bright, eager grin as he takes your hips and pulls you into his lap. "sho—"
"shhh," he sighs happily, lips landing on your throat as he breathes in your scent, a hint of sweetness still on your skin from the bath you'd taken last night, the smell of your soap still lingering on you along with a whiff of his own deod and cologne, that's on his tshirt.
it makes his cock go harder still, and he groans, lifting his hips up a little to meet your clothed pussy, giggling at the moan the contact pulls from you. "miss this pussy," he whispers, hot on your neck. "let me have it?"
"'s all yours," you tell him, hands fumbling to grab onto his shoulders, his heavy biceps, trying to maintain balance as he rocks you up and down, the friction of his cock on your clit getting harder and harder as he slowly, steadily increases his pace. "just—take it already, baby."
"so impatient," hinata coos, eyes bright as they watch your face, smiling and landing a kiss on your chin when you give him a scowl. "baby's been needy for me, huh?"
"yes," you gasp, as he finally gets one hand between your legs, pulling aside your panties and resting the fat tip of his cock at your entrance. it's hot, how he's teasing your folds with his length, taking it in his fist and running his head up 'n down your slit, making you go all wet and messy within minutes. "yes, please, you're never home anymore."
"aw, baby, dont say that :(" he mumbles, letting go of his cock — which of course, ellicits an indignant keen from you — to grab the back of your neck instead, bringing you close to touch his forehead against yours. "i'm sorry 'bout that, alright? promise i'll be with you every second of every day, once the season's out. we'll go on vacation together."
"wherever i want?" your lashes flutter as you look down, wishing he didnt have one hand cupped around your ass, holding you up, so you couldnt sink down on his cock just yet, despite how badly you wanted to.
"wherever you want." he promises, and kisses you, the taste of your sleep mingling with eachother as he finally slips his cock into your cunt, and his mouth parts against yours to let out a whispered curse.
fuck, his cock is so thick — so fat and heavy as it slides in through your entrance, stretching out your gummy, velvet walls and moulding you to the shape of it instantly, as he bottoms out; the feeling of being stuffed so full and well is new all over again, after having missed it for over a whole damn week.
the stretch is so, so good. "ah— shoyo!"
"i've got you, sunshine." he sighs, giving you an experimental cant of his hips up, nudging his cock in even deeper, and you moan, falling into him as you struggle to adjust to him all at once. "fuck, s' tight. gonna make me cum within minutes, arent you?"
"hhh— slow, slow." you gasp, lips against the shell of his ear as one of your hands climb up to tangle through the bright, fiery curls of his hair. "cant take s'much like this."
"you'll be fine," he squeezes at your ass, before giving the soft flesh a slap — it's hardly any of his spiker's strength, but it still makes you flinch, still makes the plush skin burn. "haah! shoyo, fuck!"
he laughs, the sound so sweet in contrast to the sudden change in how he's fucking up into you—
tightening his hold on your body, he starts a faster pace, every thrust of his thick cock into your cunt making your pussy squelch, making you gasp with how he knocks the air from your lungs with his strength. "told me this pussy's all mine, mhm, baby? let me fuck it how i want."
your nails dig little crescent shapes into the tan, rosy skin of his shoulders, a part of your mind wondering how the hell hinata can so easily switch from slowly grinding his hard-on against your clothed clit to bouncing you up and down on his lap like this — fucking you senseless right after you'd both woken up, so early in the morning that the sun is barely off the horizon yet.
"hah, shit," he moans, voice both raspy and pitchy at the same time, tilting his head back as his movements get desperate. "g'na cum, baby, g'na cum."
he's hot against you, sweat glistening across his pectorals as his chest rises and falls with the depth of his breathing, thighs slick with your wetness as you drip down on him, embarrassingly wet—
then, he tilts his body in and makes you lean into him, grabs you by the back of your neck once more so he can pull you into a kiss, steamy and sloppy with unfiltered need — "cumming, baby," he groans, voice hoarse with pleasure. "g'na fill you all up— fuck."
and as he cums, painting your walls in thick, warm white, he slams into you hard enough to push you over the edge with him.
his drooling tip hits your favourite spot, and when he knows he's found it by your moan, he rolls his hips up, hitting it again and again as he leaks cum into you, the excess dripping out and smearing your thighs and his.
"cum with me, sweetheart," hinata breathes, and you do.
you cum, the clench and flutter of your pussy around his cock so tight, sucking him in all the way with his next sloppy thrust upwards — so tight, hugging him so well, it's like your pussy's telling him to stay with you, like your pussy never wants to let him go.
"fuck, baby." he hisses through gritted teeth, though you haven't said anything, and captures your lips in another messy kiss.
he watches the stars in your eyes, the blissed out expression you wear, and groans, "don't wanna ever fuckin' let you go, either."
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3-dsimp · 1 month
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Could you do a drider breeding fic? Creampie and eggs. Size kink is a musttt. Maybe a bnha character? Whatever character you choose is cool just none of the villans pls. Btw your fics just ajrjdkndjekdndosn💖
A/n: I ended up doing a general smut Drabble hope that’s okay and thx you! (>^ω^<)
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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI🔞Fem reader! + Drider Male! breeding, tummy bulge, praise, overstimulation, eggs, size kink, pussydrunk, rough sex, cum inflation, creampie.
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Imagine him grinning widely as he ruthlessly slams you up and down onto his engorged cock. His muscles flexing with each movement while he relishes in your wetness gushing around him.
"Oh you’re such a good girl, taking my dick like a world champ I’m so proud you sweetheart~"
The man praised, whilst sticking his tongue out like a dog. A pussydrunk look apparent on his haggard features. While You were fucked out of your mind, completely full to the brim from his previous thick goopy loads of his sperm. Which leaked past his dick that served to be a temporary plug to keep all his spend inside of your flooded womb.
"Damn I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy she’s so tight, so perfect Princess. I could fuck you all night long and still not get my fix."
A low heated chuckle escaped his lips as he felt up your rounded belly. Which was sloshing with his eggs and cum of which he meanly crammed into you. Despite your whines of discomfort, he couldn’t resist bullying every inch of his pulsating meat inside your quivering quim. The telltale of his balls twitching against your ass for the fourth time in a row. Made your cunt clench pathetically around his throbbing shaft.
"Shh baby it’s okay I know how you love getting stuffed full of my cock. Daddy’s gonna give you one more load so make sure not to spill any of it mkay?"
He purred nipping at your nape as his hips continues to pump into you, his massive dick filling you up completely as he uses you like a fleshlight for his own pleasure. Your bodies moved together in a primal dance, lost in the moment. The only sounds were your collective harsh breathing and the wet slaps of flesh against flesh.
"Fuck yes! That's it, Take it all. Take everything I have to give. Mmh you’re such a good girl. Shit this pussy is to die for~"
He moaned in a breathy hiss as he manhandled you into a mating press and began to move savagely, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you with a satisfying wet smack. Your walls clenched around him, milking his spurting penis for all he was worth.
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sweetheartsaku · 22 days
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—HAIKYU!! various ; how deep is your love?
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a/n ; [gn!reader] kinda fem implied in kawa's and kuroo's 😓 do yall like the new layout?? c: suggestive if you squint extremely hard in kuroo's .. i honestly dont know if im writing this timeskip or pre timeskip its 3am 😣
— characters : oikawa, osamu, tsukishima, hinata, sakusa, kuroo
part 2 ! ♡ akaashi, kenma, kita, semi, kageyama, suna
jade vine !
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tooru oikawa ; SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE - tyler the creator, brent faiyaz, fana huez
has 'i love you' wars and he MUST win or he will tackle you (affectionate)
takes the BEST candid photos of you and puts so much love into the following insta post. has you as his wallpaper too (please match with him) (he'd also have a highlight just w pics of you😞)
please NEVER do that 'wipe their kiss off' trend because he will actually not talk to you for DAYS and gets all sulky until you apologize. (he will get all cocky all over again)
core memory from his teamates. bae was explaining to his teamates about new volley nerd talk blablabla and they notice his nails painted in a faint pink (for a fun date night, thinking no one will notice)
issei BURSTS out laughing and instantly points it out. now seijoh4 NEVER lets him live it down
always the first person to notice when you use a new shampoo or perfume.
cuddling, (you being the little spoon╰(*´︶`*)╯♡) you can feel his breath hitch when his lips reach your neck
before you could ask why he's stopped inching closer he's already manages to whisper out, "did you start using a new shampoo?" yes. yes you have
do his skincare with him please ! he loves it. he loves when he places you on the bathroom counter and you wrap your legs around his waist, he loves when you're so gentle with the toner, he loves when you graze your delicate fingers over his beautiful long lashes, he loves when you make sure you don't cut him when snipping the face mask so it fits a little more snug, EVERYTHING. (he is sunoo coded)
osamu miya ; good looking - suki waterhouse
loves your tummy SO much. doesn't care about shape or form, he just likes the feeling that you're being fed. squish. or pat. he loves it. have i mentioned he loves your tummy?
when his dad leave the twins at home its always osamu at the stove, please keep atsumu in a 5 mile radius AWAY from the kitchen
SPOON FEEDS YOU. please i need him. on days you're too tired to move a muscle, days where you're too sick to open your eyes, be prepared to feel his hand on the back of your head and one below your chin ready to feed you!! once you've sat yourself up he feeds you so gently... osamu miya i need you
when you're really tired from work, he will send meals to your workplace. if you work at home and sees you barely able to keep an eye open, you will see his hand under a spoon of your favourite meal. he's not the best with it, but he's trying 🥹 he means it with all his heart and hearing you say the food is really warm in your stomach, his heart feels warm too (о´∀`о)
my mans is SNATCHED. slide your hands around his waist, poke it a little do WHATEVER. your hands have probably been on his waist more than his hands on yours.
i think his core is pretty well built. have we seen it in the anime or manga? maybe. but from what i've seen, his physique is very 😳 (a tad bit better than his brother's i fear)
cooking together!!! different recipes each date, basking in each other's presence. its always so fun and the results are always almost flawless!
at one-point y'all were making cupcakes, it was literally osamu baking them and you decorated it.
AND OBVIOUSLY the basic, he would routinely give you handmade onigiri, in different shapes, flavours and whatever you like ✨
kei tsukishima ; the only exception - paramore
kinda scowls at you when you put your hands under his shirt but secretly really loves it so when you slither your hands away he instantly places your hands back and make sure your hands STAY there. bonus points if you have warm body temperature. he likes the feeling of your warm hands on his slightly colder body.
his wardrobe has drastically evolved from muted tones to slightly lighter and vibrant clothing ever since you insisted on getting matching stuff!!
WILL say he is not a jewellery person but collects, keeps and takes care of all the little trinkets you give him DAILY. he has a little sticker on the edge of one of his books and a little moon sticker on the end piece of his sports glasses
he also defineitely has really thick curly blond lashes. you say they are one of his charming points but he gets all flustered. when you insist to put clear mascara on them, he doesn't really look like he has a problem with it 🥹
what could his ahh possibly be listening to with those headphones on so often (real)
sends you playlists at an insane hour that go for insane amounts of time. but i KNOW his taste is immaculate. every song always gives you goosebumps or makes your heart tighten
please do a spotify blend with him (he was gonna ask you, but you beat him to it)(he was shy)
oh AND the shared playlists actually are insane!! so much good music all at once?? crazy yall 😭😭 (wave to earth, cody fry, the smiths, daniel caesar, rex orange county)
shoyo hinata ; intro (end of the world) - ariana grande
honestly, out of all these men HINATA SHOYO is the BEST candidate for taking care of a person except himself. has no limits in his stamina, and will only listen to you when you ask him maybe its time for a break. does he overwork? not necessarily. does he work too hard? yes, in a positive way. please remind him to eat because he will forget sometimes
he will NEVER admit he likes being the little spoon LMAO he finds being vunerable in your arms a tad bit silly, and it bugs him. after a long week of practice games and insisting kageyama and yachi to practice with him the instant he falls on the bed, he finds himself melting into your touch. your voice gets a little more buttery and he loves it, falling asleep instantly
hes probably a hard sleeper too 😭 he wont wake up till he feels your cold hands on his face or the sunbeams from the curtain literally bleed into the sheets and steal its colour
PLEASE STROKE HIS HAIR. he loves it. he absolutely loves it. again, melts into your touch like ice-cream. his heart will feel tight and he has a lil' blush 🥹 whats even more priceless is his lips slightly agape after hes fallen asleep... how can you NOT love this man
one of the only boys on this list who will LET you put little pink bows or style his hair in braids and clips. (if you're imagining timeskip hinata, you have attempted to put a little bow around his bicep but you underestimated its size and it BROKE. gosh what an experience)
DANCES WITH YOU EVERYWHERE!!! omg i love him so much. doesn't care if you have two left feet, he just loves the feeling in his heart when he sees your smile as he spins you around. in the rain, in big empty rooms, in the kitchen, anywhere.
loves the idea of promise rings or little trinkets that ensure he gets to have you forever!!
kiyoomi sakusa ; washing machine - VANISHING GIRL, rosemary fairweather
PLEASE braid this man's hair. 😞 he pretends to despise it and thinks you don't notice when he literally melts under your touch. he feels safe 'nd comfy and hopes it lasts forever, when your hand retracts he has a lil' pout
notices when you've been wearing your favourite hood for a couple days straight, has a little scowl under his mask and throws one of his jackets at you. he only gives you the wind-breakers that are 100% cotton or the ones he just knows you like.
he uses this as an excuse to share his clothes with you. its safe to assume its his love language under-cover!
HE IS SO ASS WITH PDA all you get is him giving you hand sanitizer before eating meals or snacks. its only you though, don't tell him that.
BUT sometimes when he feels like it, he will take your hand and put it HIS pocket so "your hands are always sheltered from germs" now what type of bs is THAT. (you love this bs)
can be snarky. sometimes he gets the slightest eenie meenie miniest bit cocky, and its very noticable. has the ability to be a little bit of a tease but not in a pestering way more like a little smartass way LMAO.
tetsuro kuroo ; never lose me - flo milli
always has his hand in the back pocket of your pants. that was it. thank you for coming to my ted talk. (to feel your butt? no idea.)
tutor sessions always unbearable. either you're too busy staring at his biceps, or you're sighing that he's made a little pop quiz for you!! tell him it sucks please
if he notices it gets a bit too much or overwhelming for you over the week or before study dates, insists to take you out instead (what a gentleman!! kuroo tetsuro come into my life)
extremely consistent with routine. good morning and good night text DAILY no matter how busy he is, he WILL find a way (i like to think its his way or the high way #kingofprovocation /hj). very good at getting the things he wants in a non-manipulative way but with simply logic and brains
yeah as captain hes no. #1 but he is also no. #1 waist CLUTCHER. his hands are always on you somehow even in the slightest way, but never pervy. he just likes having his hands on you! bonus points if you have hip dips, he loves it so much. he finds it as a perfect spot to place his hands on (btw ppl w hipdips yall are BEAUTIFUL!! 🥹)
i feel as he has a possessive side as well. small, but more noticable compared to someone else. will not hesitate to stare someone (or recite chemistry nerd stuff 🙁) down for looking at you a little too long :3
when he sees you post or sees himself in your instagram or tiktok dumps, his heart tightens a bit in the best way possible. when you mention him in the post he only reacts with a heart but he's actually going insane
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Soft Haikyuu Headcanons
Oikawa turns the ac down in the bedroom, even in winter, so he has an excuse to cuddle you, he knows damn well you've noticed, and you don't have the heart to stop him;
Tsukishima keeps a pair of earbuds to replace his headphones whenever you want to share his music (or forget your own);
Shoyo knows your guilty pleasure food and makes sure to get it the second he sees any sign of you having a bad day;
Ushijima, who had no idea how to be in a relationship growing up, takes a lot of his cues from you, particularly out in public. Someone will ask him about your relationship in public for the first time and he'll look at you like an oversized lost puppy, as if asking permission to tell them you're his lover, he's just so proud to tell people you're his;
Atsumu knows exactly when he's pissed you off, seriously pissed you off, and he doesn't mean too, usually. He begs Osamu to make you apology food since he knows you love his brother's cooking, then writes a very sheepish love note to go with the meal when you get home. Please forgive him, he will cry;
Suna has no respect for your sleep schedule, normally, but on nights when you just can't get to sleep, he's your saving grace. Be it meditation music, cuddles, some food, whatever the hell will help you relax and switch off, he's on it, no matter the time, he's the only one allowed to keep you awake;
Kenma's streams always explode every time you make the briefest appearance, whether it's just your hand dipping into the frame to give him a fresh drink or you darting by, making peace signs at the camera on your way to kiss your boyfriend goodbye for the day, his fans adore you. There are Youtube compilations of all your appearances, edited to point out the lovesick look on poor Kenma's face;
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satorisoup · 2 months
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ICK .ᐟ pt. 1 pt. 2
ft. suna, tendou, iwaizumi, hinata, kenma, and ushijima
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✉︎ incoming note from the writer .ᐟ
don’t hate me for these T^T i promise they’re not to be taken seriously!
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ᰔ SUNA
he’s ALWAYS on his phone. sure, pretty much every person uses their phone quite a bit but he seriously has a problem. he can’t eat without watching a show, and his ears are practically turned off when his phone is on. he’s even played candy crush at a michelin star restaurant. PLEASE rip it out of his hand immediately.
ᰔ TENDOU
dare i say… he leaves his nail clippings on the floor after cutting them. he doesn’t bother to sweep them up, he just lets them land wherever the wind takes them. you stepped on something crunchy? yeah, that was his toenail on the bathroom tile. “i didn’t know where they went!” SATORI! JUST GET THE DAMN BROOM AND SWEEP!
ᰔ IWAIZUMI
i’ve had this headcanon for years now, but you know those kids who had dried mustard on the corners of their mouths after eating a sandwich? yeah. he was that kid. and that’s him as an ADULT too. you can’t take him anywhere because he’s always getting food on his face. SOMEONE GRAB THIS GUY A NAPKIN! I CAN SEE YOUR LUNCH!
ᰔ HINATA
he’s always leaving the damn toilet seat up. walking in after he’s done with his business and it’s practically waving at you in mockery. how are you able to sing a whole bathroom jingle and STILL FORGET TO PUT THE LID DOWN SHOYO???
ᰔ KENMA
his texts are dryer than the sahara desert. doesn’t matter what you say, his response ranges from “ok” or the thumbs up reaction button. in person he’s better, but do NOT try talking to him about anything important over text message because you are getting absolutely nothing in return. “hi kenma! how are you? i can’t wait to see you” “ok” WHAT???
ᰔ USHIJIMA
avid flipflop wearer. but in the sense that his TOES HANG OVER THE EDGE. he’s letting his feet breathe no matter what time of day. don’t you dare look down because you’ll get an unpleasing sight of his little but not so little piggies. “i enjoy these flipflops.” I DONT! PUT SOME DAMN SHOES ON!
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noyasmashing · 22 days
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Beyond the Net
CW: Fem reader, overstimulation, a bit of tears, thigh riding, that’s it tbh
A/N: I don’t see many fics for Sub!Hinata, so here’s a quick drabble.
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You and Shoyo had been dating for awhile now, a relationship that began with cautious steps due to his shy nature. Between his reserved demeanor towards girls and the relentless demands of volleyball, the initial stages were slow to unfold. However, as the frenzy of their athletic pursuits settled, a physical connection began to blossom between you.
Shoyo is by default a sensitive man. Immersed in volleyball, Hinata often neglects the simple acts of self-care.
A simple peck on the lips was enough to send Shoyo into a flurry of blushes and stutters, his innocence evident in every shy glance and hesitant touch. Even the slightest use of tongue would elicit a shameful yet undeniable response from him—a massive boner.
In those moments of embarrassment, when you inevitably teased or questioned him about his reactions, Shoyo would find himself on the brink of tears, fumbling for excuses as he tugged at his shirt in a futile attempt to hide his vulnerability.
However, the tide turned when he discovered that you found his reactions endearing, even arousing. Suddenly, he was putty in your hands, eagerly awaiting your every command.
Shoyo would willingly comply with any directive you issued. Tell him the only thing he’s getting off to is your bare thighs, exposed by your mini skirt, and he’s straddling one without complaining.
Watching him tremble with desire as he tentatively thrust himself against you, his moans pleasure louder than expected, was a sight to behold. His innocent request to cum after only being against you for two minutes at most was just adorable.
Since he’s such a good boy, treat him to some overstimulation. With his back pressed against your chest as he sat between your thighs, even if it meant he couldn't see your pretty face as you coo’d in his ear.
And once you have ensured his mind was blissfully blank, make sure to pamper him with a hot bath and an abundance of affectionate kisses! To show how much of a good boy he had been, just for you.
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“Did you ever plan on getting a relationship?” The interviewer asked.
"No, I was too preoccupied with volleyball to care."
“What made you change your mind?” 
Beyond the reporters, mics, and cameras, his gaze finds yours in the crowd. "The mere possibility that someone out there was worth the wait."
The interviewer noticed the softness in his eyes and tried to follow his line of sight, but he had already directed his gaze back to them before they could turn around. 
“Well, were they worth the wait?”
He smiles. “Always.”
—ATSUMU, Kageyama, OIKAWA, HINATA, Sakusa, Ushijima, Suna, Bokuto
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