#inquire iolite

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hi! can i repost the link to your ko-fi on my blog?

-pynkslyt

hi-o! sure sure ^^

#inquire iolite #anon #pynkslyt

[seijoh]

AHHH I'M CRYING YOUR COMMENTS WERE SO SWEET OMG ToT I'm so glad you liked them! I really thought long and hard on who would be great for you! I felt so bad that they took so long but you reaction was definitely worth the time I put into them uwu

OMG YES OFC AKJSGKJSAG IM REALLY GLAD I ASKED FOR IT AND THAT U DID THIS EVENT AAAAA frl u opened my eyes to the pastabilities heuhuehe SO THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! u deserve all the kind words and praise :3

#hqc cannoli luvies #inquire iolite #shinsotired

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"you called me up again just to break me like a promise".

now playing... ❝ all too well ❞

who: suna x gn!reader

what: angst

wc: 509

SING: m.list . 01 . 02

Holy fuck what is wrong with him? You could put him under a magnifying glass— no, a telescope... no, what looks even deeper? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. The point is that you could analyze Suna down to his very atoms and still not understand what his deal is. 

What gave him the bright idea to call you and ask to see you again after what he did to you? Does he even realize what he did, or does he think that you’re having a “hormonal fit” as he liked to call it?

Whatever, it doesn’t matter.

You never mattered.

“Can I help you?”

“Didn’t know this was a Wendy’s drive-thru.”

“Not like you could afford to be here anyway.”

The air between you two sparks, threatening to catch fire if you don’t choose your words carefully. 

“I thought you would’ve been in Italy or something with your newest girlfriend.” You really tried to keep your tone even, to block out the accusatory attitude and replace it with neutrality, but all you could manage was pitiful desperation. Weakness where there should be strength; insecurity where there should be independence. The traits that you spent years building — years that your best friend left you because his ex told him to — seem to have left too. 

“I’m going next month,” he shrugged. “Can I come in or are we gonna talk outside? This is weird.”

You want to rip his eyeballs out and pickle them but he thinks things are just weird? “Of course, you are,” you mutter. “And no, we can talk out here. I have to leave soon.”

He glances at your pajama shorts and slippers with slight amusement in his bored eyes, knowing just as well as you do that you’re not going anywhere, but he doesn’t ask. “Sure... Anyway, I have an extra boarding pass to Italy. Did you want to come? I did promise to take you with me to Europe one day.”

“Tch...” You almost want to spit on him. He waits 3 years to invite his “best friend” to Europe? To bring up a promise he already broke? To take you somewhere with a mysterious ticket? “Wow, getting dumped must mean you have to go down your friend list for a new travel buddy.”

He doesn't say anything, just shoves his hands into his pockets and glares like he used to always do when you said something out of hand. Except this time you’re prepared for it. You don’t wince back or apologize right away, not when you’ve had this acid burning in your throat for so long. It’s time for him to get used to the taste too. 

“I’m not interested in Italy anymore.” You step inside your apartment, closing the door in his face when his foot blocks the way. 

“What then? What would you rather do?”

Laugh. Yell. Throw something. Cry. Kick your ass. He might as well have taken you to a buffet and asked you what to eat. 

“Well, maybe if you were my friend then you’d know.”

#haikyuu angst #suna x reader #suna angst #rintaro suna #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu imagine #haikyuucreations #suna #haikyuu #suna imagines #inquire iolite #anon

[writeiolite]

What was in the box of Dabi’s jacket??

東京 (동경): the state of longing. (pt 2)

who: dabi x gn!reader

what: fluff

plot: a continuation of xmas, you finally remember to open the box touya gave you

wc: 888

a/n: happy new years! here is part one and part three

[ ! ]   if you want to use this fic in a reading video (like ASMR or smth), please dm me and get my permission first

. . . ♡ — crossposted to my AO3

At least you were nice enough to wait. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway. Knowing Touya, he probably didn’t want you to open that little box in front of him; not in the Tokyo streets nor in your bedroom sheets. You waited until it was just you — no Touya, no Santa — before wrapping your fingers around the smooth box of secrets.

It feels empty despite how it weighed heavily on his mind (that much was obvious). You’d heard his little slip up on Christmas but didn’t press for more. He’s Touya, after all. If he doesn’t want you to know something, then he typically makes sure you never find out. So for him to make such a silly blunder... you can only assume it was intentional; another way to flirt his way into your bedroom as always.

You bite your lip in anticipation while using your nails to lift the top of the box up and off the bottom. It’s such a slow process considering there’s no weight to pull the bottom down, but you’re making progress when your phone rings. The entire box falls from your hands when you read his name at the top of the screen. Tough guys don’t call, they text and act indifferent.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“...”

It’s silent on both ends save for the sound of his fridge opening and closing. You huff a small sigh and set the box down on your bedside table before laying back on the bed.

“So...”

“My mom wants to meet you.”

“What?!” You sit back up, nearly feeling sick right away. “I’m sure she’s a nice lady, but I don’t think she’d feel the same about me.”

Touya chuckles dryly. “You don’t even like my mom — I bet she’d feel the same about you.”

“You’re absolutely right. So we shouldn’t meet.” Now it’s your phone that feels heavy, the box long forgotten as your heart runs away with your thoughts.

“Sure, sure. Want me to put her on the phone?”

“Touya,” you warn.

You don’t know his parents besides what he’s told you, but that’s enough for you. Your loyalty is to Touya, not his parents, and if he can’t forgive them entirely then neither will you. Besides, there’s no reason for you to be involved with them in the first place. This pairing is only meant to pass the time — to make life bearable until something better comes along. There’s an unknown expiration date, but the two of you both know that you’re just waiting for things to spoil on their own.

“Did you call just to make jokes? I thought it would’ve been an emergency.” Maybe, just maybe, you can relax. You lay back down with another sigh.

“Don’t like hearing my voice, huh?” Touya sighs out after you.

“Seriously, I was in the middle of opening the Christmas gift you got me when you interrupted. Did you want a live reaction or something?”

The string of questions gets cut off by that, and now Touya’s voice is a bit more serious. “Don’t open it.”

Right, back to angsty and mysterious tough guy. “Why not? It’s mine.”

Why not indeed. There’s no answer that would satisfy you both; one that would make you listen to him without leaving you clueless. He doesn’t regret giving it to you, but he does regret not thinking it through to the end.

The contents of that box are much bigger than the box itself and much bigger than your relationship with him.

“Just... don’t. Trust me.”

“Pass,” you answer instantly, and you wish you could’ve seen his reaction too.

“If you open it,” he threatens, “then you have to meet both of my parents.”

“Jeez, Touya, did you get me a fucking engagement ring?”

This time, he barks a laugh. Maybe you should be nervous for his answer, but his reaction is more than enough of a response for you. That’s another thing — tough guys don’t get that soft and buy stupid shit like engagement rings for their friend with benefits. You find yourself smiling, his laughter contagious in the best way possible. The longer it goes on, the more you start slipping into it as well, snickers of your own leaving your lips.

The moment is carefree enough for your to think back on Christmas day and recall how he walked with you. Sometimes he kept an arm around your back if you strayed too far, and other times he just fell into step beside you. This moment is much like the second. He goes along with your passing joke and let it set the tone, but you know deep down that he wouldn’t let you get off course.

He’s Touya, after all. The man who, despite hating them, put on those comfy pajama pants for you and got piss drunk off hard liquor and eggnog.

The Touya that made you pay for it all because he forgot his wallet... And you did pay... with the money in his wallet that you found in his other jacket pocket.

Touya, who usually doesn’t make jokes unless he’s relaying big news, like nearly getting arrested on your birthday or making it through another shitty counseling session or even-

“Why else do you think she wants to meet you?”

That’s Touya — your Touya.

#dabi x reader #dabi fluff #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #we don’t know! we’ll never know what was in the box bc touya doesn’t want us to know :3 #dabi #touya todoroki #touya x reader #bnha #dabi fic #bnha scenarios #bnha fanfic #anon #inquire iolite #fic:東京 (동경): the state of longing. #today’s flavor

[writeiolite]

Oikawa blackmailing you into sucking him off ( reader is iwaizumis little sister)

ok deadass this is part of the series im writing but imma indulge this anyway even if there are spoilers bc fk it!

you wouldn't even know how he got those photos. i mean, u know how, but u don’t want to acknowledge it. bc doing so would mean acknowledging what you’d done and you’d be better off pretending you know nothing. so when oikawa gets a little too selfish of your time and body and threatens to tell your brother about everything, what else are you supposed to do besides whatever he says? obedience has been ingrained in your mind for years now and it’s never done you any good to go against the flow. 

honestly, it’s too easy getting you to give in. oikawa might even get bored bc u agreed so quickly and bc of that he’ll twist it up. “wow and i thought you were a puritan. didn’t know iwa-chan raised you like this” and you’d fall for it. you’d talk back to defend your big brother and that would make oikawa smile dangerously. he’s so glad you still have a little bark — it makes it more fun when he sees the conflict on your face after he picks up his phone again, photos of you with your lips wrapped around hanamaki’s cock. this is oikawa’s favorite game. getting involved with him was a curse. oikawa teaching you all there is to know about sex and romance was only fun when he thought he was the only one

“let’s reenact this photo for today,” he’d tell you with that cheery voice of his, petting your hair with one hand and fisting his cock with the other. “and tomorrow we can remake the ones you did with mattsun. or did you think i didn’t know?”

it’s very obvious that blackmail is the least of your concerns — the things issei did to you fucked you up beyond repair, but maybe that’s why oikawa is so tempted to have in on it. you miss when you could just suck him off without owing him anything, but now you’ll have to earn his trust.

never make deals with the devil, let alone fuck one of them.

semi-continuation of this fic.... this is more of a fic than a thirst but it’s fine w/e we r living!!

#oikawa smut #haikyuu smut #oikawa thirst #haikyuu thirst #oikawa headcanon #haikyuu headcanon #oikawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #moonolite #imagine iolite #anon #inquire iolite #today’s flavor #tw blackmail

[writeiolite]

my drop dead favorite story of yours is “operation: sex god” 💕 it captivated me for literal days, and inspired me to get into writing hq x reader fics. and i know there’s technically a sequel-ish to it already BUT it’s forever my faaaave

AW WHAT OMGJHGKS I CAN’T BELIEVE THT’S THE FIC THAT INSPIRED U OMG SKGSJJK 🥺im so flattered omg wtf please.... MY BRAIN GO BRRR KDFKJSDHFGJHAF AND THANK U FOR ALWAYS READING MY STUFF TOO OMG ;(

tell me ur fav story of mine and i’ll write a little supplement to it

Did things stay the same after you and Iwaizumi hooked up? Did you have to listen to creamy, homestyle vanilla bean sex through crusty, cracker-thin walls and call it a night with your hand between your legs?

Of course!

Sorta...

College isn’t easy, especially with student housing being a bit of a bitch. They always say the apartments off campus are better than dorms, but you’re pretty sure you’re paying the same price. So it was easier for you to move into an apartment with two roommates instead of one this year. You just didn’t expect Iwaizumi to ask to be your roomie again. 

Call it a hunch, but you suspected he liked you a bit more than he let on.

Call it a coincidence that your third roommate has vanilla sex in the other room way too loud for the humble 3x3. 

“Again?” Iwaizumi whispers, nearly colliding with you in the dark hall when you both come up to investigate at the same time. You nod even if you can’t see him and he can’t see you, but he sighs in response anyway. “How annoying.”

How ironic. 

You two stand there only for a second longer, not able to bear the “Oh, oh, yes, I love you so much!” for that much longer... Bile nearly rises up your throat before Iwaizumi ushers you into your room and invites himself in. 

“That’s what you sounded like, y’know,” you sneer, teasing him as you flop back onto your own bed. 

Iwaizumi snorts over the sound of him locking the door. “Me? In what universe? When you dream about fucking me?”

You sit up, almost smacking him in the face with your own because the big idiot decided to stand that close to you and bend down a little. 

“Trying to kiss me now?” he taunts. “I guess even vanilla sex turns you into a hornball, huh?”

“Don’t make me bite your dick off.”

“You gonna put it in your mouth?”

“Yeah.”

Silence falls between you, and then the sound of Iwaizumi pushing his pajama pants down.

#iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut #haikyuu smut #gn reader #haikyuucreations #fic:operation: SEX GOD #haikyuu x reader #college au #iwaizumi #shannonmccoy #inquire iolite #supplement stories

[writeiolite]

Kuroo is v fond of just wrapping his limbs around his s/o, engulfing them in like. Sort of a hug so they feel warm and safe all the time- okay this is more self indulgent but it's a hc I think of! When I think of Kuroo!

twister

who: kuroo x gn!reader

what: fluff, humor

plot: cuddling with kuroo

wc: 207

{ kuroo sfw taglist — let me know if you want to be added or taken off: @ushijimahayashi }

An arm. Then a leg. 

10 minutes go by, the two of you teetering on the edge of sleep. 

Then another leg wiggling its way between yours. 

A brief pause.

The second arm slipping under your pillow. Slowly, slowly…

“Tetsurou, what are you doing?”

“Nothin’.”

When you don’t answer, he continues his game of cuddling twister. Maybe you fell asleep, so he can definitely get away with it now.

“Tetsurou,” you laugh out, his arms and legs wrapped snuggly around you like a tree monkey. “Are you comfortable?”

“Am now,” he mumbles with a satisfied grin. If he wasn’t warm before, he is now. “Feel safe?”

“Yes?” you snicker. “I didn’t feel unsafe in the first place.”

“Not even from the monster under the bed?” he asks childishly.

“Dude-”

“Hey, I’m being serious. One of these days you’ll admit that you need me to protect you from scary shit. I didn’t start beefing up in the gym for nothing.”

As if to make a point, he starts flexing his muscles around you, earning himself a melody of giggles he harmonizes with his own. He won’t admit what you both already know: Kuroo Tetsurou is just a big softie who probably needs the cuddles more than you do.

#kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #kuroo imagines #kuroo scenarios #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu scenario #kuroo imagine #kuroo scenario #kuroo fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #HQ!! #haikyuu fic #kuroo fic kuroo tetsurou #anon #inquire iolite

[writeiolite]

ok but

i still remember how i- 👀 rp-ed w sum friends 👀 policeman daichi 👀 with his baton in ur ass 👀 ur hands cuffed behind ur back after u 👀 came from the ride on his God Thighs 👀

i dunno,,,, jus,,, yeah 👀

bro daichi is kinda a sick fuck when he wants to be. say you were being a bit too affectionate during a squadron banquet — his favorite perfume, red lipstick, curious fingers — you might as well be sex on legs and you’re flaunting it for everyone. it doesn’t matter that you’re showering him with attention, you soak up the attention his coworkers give you too. you’re a little minx and he’ll put you in your place.

he doesn’t fucking care if you were just pretending, the smirk on your lips when you think he’s looked away says otherwise. you want to be horny that bad, he’ll let you. you can ride his thigh with your hands cuffed behind your back, your thong being the only thing between your two. you’re smearing slick over his skin but that’s what he wants. that’s how he knows you’re close to cumming. he’ll tense the muscles in his thigh just right for you, bouncing it slightly or shifting it side to side so your swollen clit gets all the attention it deserves. and then right before yoy cum he lifts you off of him, setting you ass up and face down on the bed. he’d be rubbing your arousal up to the ring of muscle puckered yo and waiting for him, loving how even when you flinch, your pussy still glistens more. daichi uses your own soak as lube, pushing one finger in until you’re comfy and then another before he moves on to something a little larger, a little sturdier. a few playful taps against your ass has you dripping, and he catches it with the baton before pushing the tip inside your ass.

you look nice like this, like sex on legs with your ass snugly stuffed with a foreign object, pussy drooling, and wrists cuffed behind your back. he loves seeing your red lips smeared from messy kisses and parted to catch your breath from his cruelty. you look so good he might take photos to send to you later as a sweet reminder of what you’re really like — you’re not the well put together young lady at a dinner banquet, you’re a whore that likes to be stuffed with anything and everything, one that craves release so bad she fucks a man’s thigh like her life depends on it. you really just look so sexy like this for him.

#i got carried away #daichi smut #haikyuu smut #daichi thirst #haikyuu thirst #daichi x reader #haikyuu x reader #moonolite #imagine iolite #sumeshi-t #inquire iolite #today’s flavor

[writeiolite]

Lust Inc for me!!! Like everything you write that story was literal perfection and it was one of the first HQ stories that I read and man it was HOT 😛😛😍😍👌

!!! EEEE OMG IM SO HONORED THAT WAS ONE OF THE FIRST?? AND U LIKED IT THAT MUCH AAAA ㅠㅠ ♡ THANK UUU!!! i loved that piece omo :”)

tell me ur fav story of mine and i’ll write a little supplement

His first thought was to punish you. You had broken the contract, so it was only natural that as your Dom, he should take proper action. He should have you bent over his knee, making you read aloud the notes from the meeting you missed to be with your new love lust interest as his hand strikes down on you through the stockings.

And then his second thought was that would just be too easy. You’d get the message and behave, he’s confident in that no matter how disappointed he is in you. So what he really wants is for you to feel the same pain as he did when he found you and his ex-future business partner emerge from the elevator disheveled and out of breath. It’s a pain he knows he’s feeling in his heart — Kuroo’s a smart man, after all — so he knows damn well that this means you broke the contract in more than one way: first by being with someone else, and second by enchanting him enough to have feelings for you.

“Sir-”

Kuroo doesn’t stop his motions, his eyes opening only to pin you to your seat with a glare. 

“-I’m sorry, really. I don’t know what came over-”

He purposely moans louder, hand fisting his length behind the desk even though you can’t see it. 

“...me.”

He’s angry, seething, completely and utterly filled with rage and pent up frustration and he only knows how to let it out in one way. If this is punishment then so be it. He can’t tell if it’s you he’s punishing or himself, especially after he told you to just sit across from him and watch him get himself off. Like a good little secretary, you don’t move from your seat, but like the good slut he’s trained, you clench your thighs and shift in front of him with an eager itch only he can reach.

“In a moment,” he grits out harshly, “I’ll be the one cumming over you. So go ahead and unbutton your shirt and get on your knees — I’m gonna make sure you walk around with a nice reminder over your tits for the rest of the day.”

And as you follow what he says, he pushes back the thought that this is oddly the closest he’ll ever get to your heart.

#kuroo smut #haikyuu smut #kuroo x reader #f reader #haikyuucreations #kuroo au #haikyuu au #haikyuu imagines #kuroo imagines #haikyuu x reader #smut #whew #supplement stories #elenamelea #inquire iolite

[writeiolite]

omfg io what a MOOD. anyways, all i can think about is sexting daishou at work. and you get him so bothered that he swings by to take you out for lunch, but just eats you out in the car instead 🥴

shut uppppppoopooppposjejwkapsjdhkekrjejqjjdh yes oh my god yes yes ye sYES i’m so mad at u bc i love this

daishou is the type to make out with you while going 50mph on the highway and pull over to eat you out. he can’t help himself. he’d pick you up on his lunch break and that’s exactly how it would go on the way to whatever restaurant u two definitely won’t make it to in time. he’d spell his name out with his tongue and push it inside u right after, curling it as he pulls back just to get every reaction from you possible. and when your done he’ll take pictures of the aftermath to have at work. if there’s enough time he’d let you ride him too, but this man is so addicted to going down on you that he doesn’t even care if he’s hard when he has to go back to work. even if he came in his pants he doesn’t care. he’d just clean himself up and go back to fantasizing abt the next time

#daishou suguru #daishou x reader #haikyuu x reader #daishou smut #haikyuu smut #daishou thirst #haikyuu thirst #moonolite #imagine iolite #shnnn #inquire iolite

[writeiolite]

skfkdkfk hi i am now thinking about how like,,, ok i regress when i get like extremely stressed and need to Calm Down and i also regress when i need to get some chores done sometimes and i am now thinking about like,,, which hq!caregivers would like help you and like sit with you do to things vs which ones would just like watch and fawn over how cute you’re being

-sfw agere anon!

omg this is such a cute thought

HELP YOU —

iwaizumi

daichi

kita

aran

ushijima

sugawara

oikawa

kuroo

futakuchi

ennoshita

FAWN OVER YOU —

asahi

atsumu

sugawara

oikawa

ukai (sometimes he’d help but rarely just to let u do ur thing)

bokuto

mattsun

#io’s sfw agere anon #io’s 가족 #hq headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #sfw agere #agere #imagine iolite #anon #inquire iolite

[writeiolite]

since u love writing angst im gonna make u write FLUFF mawahahah... i would like a cute one shot with Bokuto being all nervous while confessing please!! hes so nervous and needs validation that he has to ask the readers best friend if she likes him back before doing so. make it long!!! heehe

confessions of a teenage captain

who: bokuto x f!reader

what: fluff, humor

plot: bokuto is a nervous mess when it comes to you. but he wants to be your nervous mess

wc: 1,735

a/n: this is so evil of u khgskjhfs but i think i did it right

{ hq sfw taglist — tell me if you want to be added or taken off: @yamxgucci }

Who is L/N Y/N? It depends on who you ask. 

Akaashi would say you’re an underclassman that’s in his group chat for some reason.

Washio would say you’re that second year in his physics class.

And Bokuto? He would say everything possible at the same time he would say nothing at all. The poor guy has a hard time coming up with the words to say when describing you, resulting in a lot of circling around when describing how amazing and attractive and funny and cute and… You get the point.

Bokuto has a huge crush on you. It’s no secret to the third years of Fukurodani Academy’s volleyball club but even Akaashi has a theory that maybe his captain asked Wataru to secretly add you to the volleyball chat because of that. Mostly because when the group chat realized your existence, Bokuto was the first to correct Washio about what year you are, even though that really didn’t matter.

Or when someone — Yamato maybe — mentioned how you gave him chocolates all of a sudden one day, Bokuto was the one to pipe up and brag a little about how he helped you walk to class with a load of books to carry.

Akaashi always observed Bokuto’s behavior when it came to you, but he wasn’t expecting Bokuto to ask something like this.

“You want me to… Become Y/N’s best friend. So that you can know if she likes you back?”

Bokuto nods energetically.

“Really? And how exactly will that help me?”

“Help you? What do you mean? D-do you…” Horror sinks down in Bokuto’s features while he points an accusatory finger at his teammate. “Do you like Y/N too?!”

Akaashi blinks at him, waiting for Bokuto to realize.

“Well?!”

Is he… Is he just not gonna realize the obvious?

“Well it doesn’t matter — I’m gonna win her heart, not you.” Bokuto jabs his thumb into his chest triumphantly, trying to conceal how his nerves are twisting his stomach.

“Okay, we’ll see,” Akaashi answers simply. 

After that, it was a competition for Bokuto to see who could woo you the best. Of course, this was a competition against himself, but he doesn’t need to know that. Akaashi thinks it’s better this way — it almost guarantees that Bokuto is successful if he’s trying that hard. And meanwhile, as month after month went by, Akaashi made it his duty to get close to you for the same reason. He wants to make sure Bokuto gets what he wants. The last thing he needs is for Bokuto to go through a tough rejection and have that affect his performance on the court negatively. And then the group chat would become incredibly awkward. There’s just way too many losses that come with Bokuto getting rejected by you and Akaashi isn’t going to risk it. 

But you sort of liked that about him. Akaashi started talking to you more during lunch hours and in the group chat. It was sudden, but you didn’t mind. He invited you to games and practices, team study sessions, team food runs, and anything else that involved him and his friends. You loved it honestly, and he could tell. He could tell it was working to slowly integrate you into the friend group. Bokuto wasn’t going to do it, much too shy for whatever reason, so he had to take matters into his own hands.

“Psst, Akaashi!”

The dark-haired male turns over his shoulder, seeing Bokuto peaking his head out from around the corner of the school gym. One look and Akaashi recognizes the telltale signs of nervousness. He doesn’t blame him, but honestly, Bokuto’s overdoing it. Akaashi’s been working hard for months to get close to Y/N for him, so there’s no rhyme or reason for Bokuto to be this nervous: sweat building on his forehead, hair a mess from pulling on it, school uniform slightly out of place. 

“Did you put your underwear on backward too?” he asks casually, approaching his friend. 

Bokuto glares defensively at him, hiding behind the corner with him. “Quit it. I’m gonna confess to Y/N today. I told her to come to the gym before our practice starts.”

“Okay, good luck,” Akaashi tells him, patting his shoulder.

Bokuto gives him a quizzical look. Is he saying that because he thinks I’ll need it? Did he confess to her already?

“What?” Akaashi furrows his brows, studying his captain and thinking about every possible thought he could be having.

“What’d she say when you confessed? I saw how you’re bringing her around a lot more. Don’t know if you noticed but I’m the one she hangs out with when you bring her to team stuff. So no matter what she said, I’m the one she likes to be around.” He’s pinning Akaashi down with his glare, trying to establish the upper hand around here. 

But rather than his underclassman being intimidated, he starts laughing.

“W-what’s so funny? Hey!” Bokuto’s face is turning pink from embarrassment and he grabs Akaashi by the collar. He doesn’t know what he’s going to do — if there’s even anything he can do.

“I didn’t confess to her, stupid,” he laughs out, holding onto Bokuto’s wrists. “I keep bringing her around so you can confess to her!”

Bokuto falters, his grip loosening and eyes blinking wide. Akaashi can see the gears turning and he watches as his friend gradually gets pinker and pinker. “W-w-what… You…” His eyes water dramatically and he takes Akaashi’s shoulders in his hands now, shaking the poor guy. “You would do that for me?!”

Akaashi nods while being shaken back and forth, finding himself laughing anyway. He appreciates this side of Bokuto — he’s glad it’s you bringing this out of him. “To be fair, I didn’t do anything to make her get close to you. That was all you, big guy.”

Bokuto stops moving the two of them, realization dawning on him. “You’re right.”

He steps away and begins pacing, going over his plans to confess to you. Akaashi watches him mumble to himself, just waiting for Bokuto to realize.

“Akaashi!” He stops suddenly, doubt encroaching on his features while he takes his friend’s shoulders again. “Does… Does Y/N like me?”

Bokuto trusts him with his life, thus why he knows Akaashi of all people would have the answer. Even as Akaashi hesitates and looks past Bokuto rather than making eye contact, he still trusts him. He has to — he has nothing else to go on and his earlier schpiel was just him bluffing. 

Akaashi’s answer is so certain, though, there’s no way Bokuto would be wrong to believe his words. “Yes — she likes you a lot, actually,” he says, finally locking eyes with his friend again.

“Are you sure? You mean it? How do you know?”

Akaashi holds his breath, trying desperately hard to not spill all of your secrets. He’s still your best friend, after all. “Yes, I’m sure. She told me.”

“When?” Bokuto urges, his hands tightening just a little.

“Just now,” he answers, looking away from Bokuto again. 

Bokuto’s heart is pounding. The look on Akaashi’s face… it’s far from that of a guilty liar. No… No, no, no, no, no… 

Whipping around, Bokuto sees you. And you see him, a slideshow of horror and embarrassment phasing across his face. 

“Y-Y-Y-Y/N! Uhh, hey! Can I talk to you?” he stumbles out.

You open your mouth to answer, but already he’s pulled a small box out of his pocket and shoving it in your face. And then his speech starts with a nervous yet brave face.

“I really like you, Y/N! I’ve had feelings for you since early on in the school year and I really want to be more than friends with you. I know you may view me as a friend but-”

You glance between him and Akaashi, about to interrupt Bokuto to soothe his nerves when Akaashi shakes his head. As if to cut you off, he draws a line across his neck with his fingers repeatedly. He knows Bokuto practiced this — he needs to get it out even if it’s pointless to sing to the choir.

“-I know I can make you happier if you were my girlfriend. Happier than anyone else.” He takes your hand in his shaking one, placing the small heart-shaped cardboard box in it. “I-I promise,” he says much quieter now. “Please tell me you feel the same. I won’t bother you anymore if you don’t, though.”

His heart is racing. Absolutely sprinting and trying to leap out of his mouth and onto the ground between the two of you. All of his senses are on high as he stares at you with owl-like eyes, looking at you for an answer he’s hoping for.

An answer you already signaled to Akaashi just a few moments ago when Bokuto asked.

An answer you’ve been working up the courage to say yourself.

“Boku,” you start softly, making Bokuto flinch. “I’d be happy to be your girlfriend.”

Like the hyper-energetic and simply happy high school boy he is, Bokuto’s face breaks out into a grin accompanied by a victory cry. You’re laughing when he picks you up in a bone-crushing hug and spins you around. The two of you — god he loves the sound of that — are a spewing fire hydrant of happy, causing Akaashi to smile and the other team members to curiously turn around to corner due to all the commotion. 

“What’s going on here?” Washio whispers to Akaashi.

Akaashi leans over to his teammate’s ear. “Bokuto confessed to Y/N and she accepted his feelings.”

“The second year?” Washio’s alarmed tone reaches the two love birds in the midst of their silly celebrating. 

“Washio, one of these days you’ll have learn more about Y/N. You won’t be uninformed about my girlfriend ever again — not on my watch!” he states proudly, holding your hand while you hold his gift in your other hand.

At this point, the whole team has gradually crowded around, all of them understanding what Bokuto’s words mean. 

They’ll never hear the end of Bokuto and Y/N’s love story. No, they’ll hear an over-exaggerated version and they’ll add to it themselves as the months go by, boosting his confidence little by little until he finally has the courage to give you a different tiny box made of velvet.

#bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #bokuto imagines #bokuto scenarios #bokuto imagine #bokuto scenario #bokuto fic #haikyuu fic #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu scenario #bokuto koutarou #HQ!! #haikyuu!! #haikyuuwritersnet #for-ests #inquire iolite

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Aiioooo,jxjsifkf

vampire atsumu, blindfolding you and taking small bites all over your body asa a form of foreplay and will definitely fuck you out in the open, like on the roof, you're cumming and squirting 200 feet in the air and the people below think it's raining sjfjdj 👽✌🏽

WHERE DID THIS COME FROM ASHGKJ WHO COMPELLED U???!1 WHAT IN THE UNIVERSE MADE U DO THIS?!?!?! THE POOR PEOPLE- KASJHK IM CRYINGGGG

but yeah he’s gonna fuck u in the open — he’d fuck u in front of anyone he wants because he can just make them forget later if he really wants. definitely enjoys leaving bites in obvious places and glares at anyone who stares too closely. after making u cum so hard ur legs turn to jelly he’ll tease u about it, probably carry u home talk ur ear off. he could very easily use his superhuman powers and run back, but he likes walking normally when he’s carrying u on his back through the busy streets — that way u can see the damage u did down below :3 and hey, maybe someone will recognize u!

#atsumu headcanon #haikyuu headcanon #atsumu thirst #haikyuu thirst #atsumu smut #haikyuu smut #moonolite #imagine iolite #tcbpaperx #inquire iolite

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I came by to drop this:

But I started reading your Kuroo smut and—I definitely need some water. 🥵

KLAJFLKAGHALSKJ THANK YOU THIS ACTUALLY MADE ME CHUG A BOTTLE OF WATER AND YOU SHOULD TOO

#it should be holy water after that kuroo smut smh #onglygalaxy #inquire iolite

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OPERATION SEX GOD OR HOLIDAYS R MY FAVS OF YOURS HDJSKF RLY JUST ALL IWAIZUMI 😩😩 READING UR IWA FIC ON AO3 IS PRETTY MUCH WHAT STARTED MY IWAIZUMI OBSESSION AND I’VE NEVER LOOKED BACK SINCE SHJDJF BLESS U AND UR WONDERFUL WRITING 🥺🥺❣️❣️❣️❣️

ahem ahem.... here i am answering this late :3 aksjfghkjadsh BUT!!! :”) im always so happy when i think about this PLEASE LIKE?!?!?! LMFAO THE WAY THAT U WALKED DOWN THE AISLE FOR IWA AND HAVEN’T TURNED BACK.... they call that tru luv or smth.... better watch out 👀💦 im so fuckindfkjfsjkg i CANT BELIEVE IT WAS MY WRITING THAT MADE THIS HAPPEN PLEASE I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING SOF LIKE... IT WAS JUST ME NEEDING TO FULFILL THE GOSPEL FOR HIM.....

but also :3 we have the operation: sex god supplement here :3 :3 :3 but AS FOR HOLIDAYS...

tell me ur fav story of mine and i’ll write a little supplement

There’s a calendar on the refrigerator. That’s the first thing you notice. With summer coming and classes ending, the whiteboard calendar should’ve been empty, save for maybe a “road trip!!” vacation written somewhere and a week blocked out. Instead, your eye is caught by multiple days in a row blocked out in the second week of June with “Holidays” written in red. Cute, oddly organized, and intriguing all at once.

“What’s that about?” you ask, jutting your chin in the direction of the calendar. Iwaizumi glances at the fridge before a grin grows across his lips. Satisfaction, amusement, mischief.

“Don’t tell me you came over just to pretend you forgot all about this week?”

If he knew what you were wearing under these clothes, he’d take that back. There’s no way you “forgot.” In fact, you did lots of remembering — either alone with a hand between your thighs or with him, re-enacting that first time together with more fervor than what you thought humanly possible. Now he’s just teasing you to get under your skin. Rude.

“Of course, I didn’t. I just didn’t think you’d christen it on your fridge.” You cross your arms as if to hide from him, suddenly extremely self-aware of his heavy gaze and light footsteps toward you.

“I thought it was worth writing down — especially with today being Soulmate Day.” His arms — big, warm, and all-consuming — wind around you and bring you into his chest. You’ve memorized every muscle and imprinted his skin with more marks than you care to admit, but you still feel yourself getting embarrassed when he gives you unexpected attention. Luckily, he tucks your head under his chin and sways back and forth with you.

“I heard-”

This can’t be good.

“-that soulmates know what the other person wants without them saying.”

You hum in acknowledgment and he continues.

“Ah, no wonder it felt like you came here with some ulterior motive.”

“Hey!” You pull back to see Iwa looking at you blankly. As if he was only stating the facts and you’re the one acting out. “You’ve become such a perv this past year. Don’t expect anything from me this week.”

Grinning, Iwa kisses away the pout on your lips and the crease between your brows. He doesn’t say anything more while he turns around to grab the TV remote, but he does look at you with a gleam in his eyes when he lands on the couch with a huff. 

You both know you’re bluffing — you can’t stay away from him, otherwise you wouldn’t be here in the first place. If you really had a problem with how his mind has been “tainted,” you wouldn’t have indulged him in the first place. But like always, you sit down with your legs across his lap and let the earthly warmth of his palms keep you grounded while they rest on your bare thighs.

“Happy third-year-as-my-soulmate day,” he tells you, handing you a heart-shaped box out of nowhere, his cheeks the same shade of crimson as the ribbon holding it all together. 

#haikyuucreations #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi au #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu au #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi imagines #haikyuu imagines #supplement stories #myherowritings #inquire iolite

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Okay, but like, teaching Keigo how to touch yourself cause he’s lived life in the fast lane for so long that he’s literally never dated anyone. So, when you (and the time) come around, you take the liberty of being his first and showing him how to pleasure you while at the same time showing him what he’s been missing

LEIA HOW COULD YOU... NOT HIM........... ILL DIE!!!!

this seems very canon tho tbh. as much as i wanna believe my sexi man would have a sexi sex life.... ;( being his first is him priding himself in his confidence, up for any challenge you throw at him. just because he’s a virgin doesn’t mean he hasn’t had his own fun, so he may last longer than you expect. his hand can do it for him but trust he will never go back to that once he has you. and nothing is better than the sounds you make — it’s so real, not through a screen and headphones. he’d finger you and eat you out for hours if he could, loving how you sound. he could cum just from that and would most definitely overstimulate you to the point of squirting if it’s possible. he really likes it messy, bc that’s how he knows he’s doing a good job. he wants to master your body so that he can keep up with you and make you happy. he definitely is the type to ask for pictures to look at later too c:

#hawks headcanon #bnha headcanon #hawks thirst #bnha thirst #moonolite #imagine iolite #headcanon #leiasfanaccount648 #inquire iolite