#tsukishima x reader
wake-uptoreality · 2 days ago
⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡
Haikyuu boys x you
(First meeting)
⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡
(Requested by @harureito )
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(Sitting next to each other)
-> Kyotani, Kageyama, Ennoshita.   
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(His number one supporter (fangirl) )
-> Iwaizumi, Atsumu, Shirabu.
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(accidentally falling asleep on your shoulder)
-> Suna, Kenma, Sakusa, Kindaichi.
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(Rainy day)
-> Matsukawa, Asahi, Aone, Kita.
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(Strangers with same passion)
-> Yamaguchi, Semi, Akaashi.
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(too much crowd)
-> Ushijima, Lev, Daichi.
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(You dropping your phone, but them not giving you and making fun of you)
-> Oikawa, Tsukishima, Kuroo, Futakuchi.
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(Sleeping with each other)
-> Sugawara, Osamu, Yaku.
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(group project)
-> Hanamaki, Komori, Kunimi.
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(You hurting yourself and them helping you)
-> Hinata, Tendou, Nishinoya, Bokuto.
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hyeque · a day ago
messenger [tsukishima kei]
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synopsis: you and yamaguchi are best friends with tsukishima. nearly everyday girls come up to the two of you to ask about the blonde and you both have had just enough. little do you know that yamaguchi has a plan of his own to get the chatting to stop...
notes: based off the sole fact that it's canon that girls only go up to yamaguchi to ask him about tsukki, which obviously means he's popular with girls. this was originally written as a stand-alone but i decided to submit it for lexi's @suckerforsugawara first time for everything collab! i apologize for how late this is, writer’s block got the best of me.
warnings: reader is very much in their head, angst at first but eventual fluff with good ending
word count: 4kei
for as smart as tsukishima kei is, he sure is oblivious to how girls flirt with him.
everyday a good number of girls around campus whisper and talk about how they find the blonde middle blocker attractive. about how much a good boyfriend he would make. it amazes you to no end how much the tall and silent type attract people.
you could probably end up rich with how much you hear about him, because there's seriously not one day where you don't hear his name.
at first, most of the comments make you laugh. over time, though, you begin to roll your eyes and scoff. you don't understand why so many people like him. half the time you see how tsukishima interacts with hinata and kageyama and it isn't in the nicest or most pleasant way. it just looks like a complete circus act. you truly feel sorry for daichi and suga.
tsukishima is just...mean. if you had a boyfriend who treated you like that, you'd dump him on the spot.
but maybe you are a hypocrite because while you think of all these things, you're still friends with him.
...if you can even call it that—you're sure tsukishima just 'tolerates' you. but the fact that you and yamaguchi are the two he spends the most time with obviously means something. he also begrudgingly helps you with your homework and walks you home from class all the time.
it means something...right?
today is no different from many other days as you watch hinata and kageyama get into a heated screaming match about god knows what. tsukishima is on the side snickering to yamaguchi. everyone else is helplessly by standing.
but you, on the other hand, are in your own little world. you're one of the managers for karasuno university's volleyball team. currently, you're filling up water bottles for the team. being in the role as manager, you've become a master at zoning out hinata and kageyama's bickering.
but you did not expect that this skill would one day work against you.
"hinata, kageyama! watch out!" ennoshita shouts, but it's already too late. you feel the unruly force of a volleyball hit you, making you drop the bottles you're filling up and spill water on the ground.
"are you okay?" yamaguchi rushes to help you to your feet, shooting the offending people a small glare. kageyama and hinata shiver at tadashi's gaze and begin to profusely apologize.
"i'm okay, yams. thank you." you dust off your clothes and laugh, "it's nothing i can't help when those two get carried away."
"we are so sorry!" hinata cries, nearly tripping over himself to get to you. kageyama sheepishly let's out a 'sorry' before his face flushes a bright red.
you open your mouth to assure them you're fine, but a certain voice beats you to it.
"are you two that incompetent that you'll take out our manager in the middle of one of your childish games?" the voice hisses. "i knew the two of you were stupid, but you both surprise me every day. i have to start lowering my bar more."
you don't have to turn to know who it is.
tsukishima turns to you, a displeased look on his face. if you squint, you can see his concern. "and you really need to work on watching your surroundings. i'd rather not have to take you to the hospital." he scolds, picking up the bottles from the ground. he swats your hand away when you reach out for them and you puff out your cheeks, frustrated.
he always does this, where you can't tell if he cares for you, or if he's just being mean. maybe you’re reading into things too closely.
you watch his eyes scan your figure intently and you flinch when you feel him touch you. your breath hitches at how close he is, close enough to see the specks of gold in his eyes from behind the lenses of his sports googles.
his hand gently turns your face to either side, "are you hurt anywhere?"
at the feeling of his hand on your arm, you feel it burn at the source of his touch.  you quickly recover and answer that you're fine. he studies your face for a moment longer to detect if you're lying but doesn't prod for any more answers.
not too far away does yamaguchi note the gesture between you two, but doesn't say anything.
the rest of practice runs by smoothly and you have practically forgotten that you were hit with a volleyball. before you know it, it's over and everyone calls it a day before filing out to the lock room.
tsukishima announces that he has to go somewhere after practice and for you and yamaguchi to not wait up for him. neither of you question him on his whereabouts because chances are he won't even tell you anyways.
as punishment for hitting you with the volleyball, kageyama and hinata are responsible for cleaning up the gym and locking up, which gives you the advantage of getting home early. down to two, you and yamaguchi start your trek home, the convo floating between school, volleyball, and other interests.
the two of you turn at the sound of a girl. she looks anxious and nervous and holds a pink envelope in her hands.
"hi! what can i do for you?" he smiles, green eyes bright and inviting.
the girl seems to gain confidence at yamaguchi's smile. "i have this confession for tsukishima-kun...but i don't know how to give it to him, so i was wondering if you would give it to him for me?" the girl explains shyly. her eyes shift to you and widen. "you're not dating tsukishima-san are you?"
your eyes widen at the accusation and you bust out a laugh, hard. maybe too hard.
"me? date him? i could never!"
after your embarrassing and short-lived laughing party, yamaguchi reluctantly agrees to take the letter to give to tsukishima. a strange feeling wells up in your chest at the sight, and you don't know why you felt disappointed in him doing so.
as soon as the girl leaves, you see yamaguchi's shoulders sag and his smile fades. 
"what's wrong, yams?" you nudge your best friend in the side, noting the way he picks at the skin on his hand anxiously.
"nothing," he answers, "we need to get going now."
you pull him back. "it's not 'nothing'. come on, what is it?"
you watch as he takes a moment to gather his thoughts before he replies, "i appreciate and care about tsukki and all, but it really sucks that girls only talk to me about him." he pouts, puffing out his cheeks.
"it's probably because you're much more approachable than mr. blonde beanpole." you suggest, shrugging your shoulders. "frankly, I don't know why or what people see in him. he's not very people-friendly. plus he always walks around with a scowl on his face. but i too wish they would stop asking us about him. what did suckyshima do to get so many confessions all the time..."
your freckled faced friend raises his brows, amused by your passionate rambling. "are you jealous?" he asks, head tilting in inquiry.
"w-what? no! why would i be?" you scoff, feeling your heart race in your chest. "the only thing i'm jealous of is that beanpole blonde's attention." you say. "i would very much like to be confessed to as often as he gets!"
"you would hate it," yamaguchi chuckles, "you don't even like getting attention. especially from guys."
you click your tongue, not knowing how to disagree with him. "maybe, but it wouldn't hurt to have it happen once in a while, you know?" you sigh, "i can't go my entire life without experiencing a confession!"
you must've had a terrible past life to have such an unlucky dating experience. you've never had a guy ask you out. and while you don't like to be arrogant you consider yourself cute and a decent person—more so decent than glasses-kun.
"well, more guys would approach you if it wasn't for tsukki." yamaguchi says, and immediately upon speaking covers his mouth.
you raise a brow at your friend, "eh? what do you mean by that?"
before he can answer, you huff, "you're telling me blondie is messing up my love life? what does he gain from doing that?" you huff, feeling irritated that the number of cute boys you could've encountered is very little due to the fact that they were being cockblocked by the most annoying person on the planet.
yamaguchi would never tell you, and god bless your soul, but he's forever thankful for how oblivious you are at times. his skin is saved from having to explain to tsukishima why his crush on you has been outed.
but on the other hand, he desperately wants these confession shenanigans to be over with and for the two of you to confess to each other. to him, it's painfully obvious that there are shared feelings but neither one of you want to acknowledge the fact that there's something going on. he'd rather take the risk of tsukishima biting his head off if it means you two will end up together.
"let's just say that the two of you complain about each other too much for there not to be something going on between you two." yamaguchi says. "i just wish you'd both make out with each other or something."
panic swarms you, at the meer thought of locking lips with blondie. "tadashi, i would never be caught kissing him. i'd rather be dead." you say sternly, although an itch in your throat tells you otherwise.
"yeah, i totally got the vibe of that earlier when he came over to see if you were okay." he laughs, rolling his eyes.
"it didn't mean anything, he was just oddly nice..." you argue, the rapid beating of your heart mocking you.
the sudden silence could be cut through with a knife as you two walk. your knuckles grip your bag tightly as you focus on your feet in front of you.
"your crush never went away, right?" yamaguchi stops walking and looks at you intently.
when you don't respond, he knows his answer.
"that's another reason why i don't like getting these confessions. i don't want to see you get hurt by all of this." he reveals, his hand gripping the pink envelope he was given earlier.
"it doesn't matter, though. what i feel is irrelevant.” you shrug.
yamaguchi perks up, a light bulb going off. he presses the envelope to your hands. "you give this to him. you can find out what he says about the letter and how it makes him feel. he might act differently. that way, you can also decide if those feelings for him are still there, or if you've moved on. if you haven’t, then confess."
you turn away, not taking the envelope. your feet then move briskly. "what makes you think that he would accept my confession? there's no way he would."
"what's stopping you?" he presses, following you. "you don't know that unless you try."
a sharp exhale of air escapes you, your nerves taking your own words out of your mouth. "because i don't want to make a relationship awkward possibly. besides, he'll just make fun of me for having a crush on him and then reject me. so no way is tsukki going to accept it."
"he wouldn't do that. and you know he wouldn't. look, we both know tsukki better than anyone else does. i'm surprised at how blind you are to how he feels about you. or maybe you're denying it?"
before you can reply, you realize you've reached your apartment.
"just think about telling him? it'll ease your mind somehow, won't it? at least you'll have your answer and you can stop letting this eat at you the way it has for years." yamaguchi says, concern written on his face.
you sigh. "sure, tadashi. i'll think about it."
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you don't get a wink of sleep that night. and despite you wanting more time to think, you are meeting up with tsukishima and yamaguchi to hangout the next day. so even if you want to put off your thoughts about the situation, you can't.
"you look like shit," tsukishima says once you sit down at the cafe the three of you always meet up at. "like a zombie with the life is sucked out of them.”
“wow, how did you guess?” you say, response dripping with sarcasm.
a guilty look appears on his face before he changes it to a softer expression. "here, i already ordered for you." he says, pushing your favorite order across the counter.
"oh, thank you. you didn't have to." you reach into your bag to pay him back, but he pushes your hand away, a grimace on his face.
"yeah, well i did anyways." he says, turning away. a faint hue of pink can be seen across his cheeks. “you should really try not to over exert yourself. we can’t afford to have our manager collapsing.”
you stare at the drink, mind rambling. “right…”
tsukishima distracts himself with the time, noticing how late yamaguchi is. it isn’t like him to be late. once the male checks his phone, everything clicks into place.
"tadashi says he won't be able to make it to the movies." tsukishima tells you, slipping his phone back in his pocket.
"really?" you go to pull your own phone out of your bag to check, but something else catches your eyes first.
the pink envelope.
you gasp, gritting your teeth. "tadashi, you bastard..." you hiss, wondering when he slipped it into your bag.
"yeah, something about feeling sick..." the tall man's eyes slide down to look at you, and as attentive as he is he asks, "what are you grumbling about?"
you eyes glance between him and the letter, panic washes over you as you try to improvise a lie.
tsukishima leans over, peering into your bag. “what is that?” he asks.
solemnly, you hand him the pink envelope. cotton has lodged itself in your throat but you manage. "this...this is for you."
“from?” he questions, but he already knows it’s not you. you don’t dot your i’s like that.
“the usual. some girl with a crush on you.” you answer, “she didn’t know how to give it you directly.”
opening the letter, his brown eyes scan the contents carefully, silence overcoming him as he drinks in each word.
meanwhile, your heart races rapidly. you can feel yourself beginning to spiral in your mind, thinking of all the possibilities of what could happen next after he finishes reading the letter. instead of hearing anything, the blonde simply puts the letter back in the envelope.
“let’s go.” he says, standing up to leave.
wait...that's it? you watch him leave the cafe and scramble after him, confusion trailing you.
when you catch up to tsukishima, your eyes glance at him, trying to gauge anything. something.
"well?" you ask, brow arching up.
"'well' what?" he replies, staring at you expressionless.
"are you...going to accept?" you prod, leg bouncing.
the man seems to contemplate your question, not answering for a moment. the anticipation is killing you. swallowing you whole. you have to say something before you’re buried alive.
"don't accept that confession." you blurt.
"huh?" the blonde slips the envelope in his pocket. "and why not?"
you shift uncomfortably in your spot. "b-because."
"'b-because', isn't an answer. i hope you're aware." he mocks before stepping closing to you, a sly smirk on his face. "why do you look like you're about to throw up? is the thought of me getting a confession that repulsive to you?"
"shut up!" you hiss, the burning in your cheeks spreading like wildfire now. "i never said that."
"you didn't have to. your face said everything that i needed to know." he replies, "why are you so eager to know anyways?"
you shrug, "i mean, we're friends right? why wouldn't i be curious?"
a soft chuckle leaves him. it's pretty, and pretty looks very good on him. how annoying for your nerves. "right, and let's say i do accept the confession. what would you do then?"
you blink, your hands clammy, body scorching at this point. "dunno, maybe throw a party with a sign that says 'congrats kei, you're lovable after all'."
"you're a horrible liar, you know. it's very annoying." tsukishima scowls, grabbing your wrist and turning you to look at him.
"who said i was going to accept the confession?" he tilts his head to the side, leaning in slightly. "hmm? i think you put that idea in that pretty head of yours all by yourself."
you huff, irritated by his teasing manner."it's not funny to joke like that."
he blinks. "when did i make a joke?"
"you always do...i don't understand you, tsukishima." at this point you can feel your face burning up. you look away from the blonde, frustrated and also internally panicking. when you go to walk away, his large hand catches your wrist, pulling you back.
"so now we're back to tsukishima?" he asks, distaste in his tone.
you bite your lip, too scared to say anything.
he clicks his tongue. "listen, i didn't have to read the letter to know my answer. i didn't even need to receive one. i've already had my mind made up."
a soft 'oh' leaves your mouth. "is that right?"
"yes, because i already have feelings for someone." he confesses, and your heart nearly stops.
you weren't expecting this at all. you bargained for more than you wanted, but it’s your fault and your fault alone. you start to yell in your head about how wrong yamaguchi is, about how you're too late to confess now, because someone else has already stolen—
"this is for you." tsukishima hands a eerily similar pink envelope to you with a small plushie. your eyes widen as you look at the plush, recognizing that it's your favorite animal. you remember talking about how you still sleep with stuffed animals and made the mistake of having tsukishima overhear you. the teasing that day never ended.
when squeezing the plush to you, you're surprised to hear it play your favorite song. reading the letter, you recognize the handwriting as his immediately. you're familiar with how he loops his y's and g's. you recognize the eloquence in his words. but you feel alien reading how he pours his emotions—about you—into words. words that are a lot kinder and sweeter than his usual moments.
"why would i joke about my feelings?" he answers, pulling at his hands, fingers fidgeting. "if you don't reciprocate them—"
"no! i-i mean, yes! yes, i do!" your face is on fire at this point. "i'm just shocked, i-i wasn't expecting—"
"for someone to be into someone like you?" he finishes.
you blink, stunned by his response. "well, yeah."
and tsukishima kei does what tsukishima kei does best.
he flicks your forehead.
he rubs the spot where he flicked your forehead and his gaze becomes soft as he stares at you, his large hands not pulling back from how it gently cradles your face.
"i've been into your annoying ass since you yelled at those bullies for picking on tadashi." he mumbles, a fond look in his eyes.
your eyes look over him rapidly. "i don't get it. how? why?"
he pinches your cheek, rolling his eyes. "you keep saying that and it's really annoying." he continues, "it's simple. you're...you're a much better person than i am. you're smart...and funny. and you understand me even when my words don't always say what i mean. you've pushed me to be a better person." he tries to make himself smaller, wanting to escape his vulnerability, but it's hard when you're a walking lamppost.
"i can't stand the sight of other guys looking at you. at thinking they have a chance with you. call me a hypocrite because i know i'm the last person who deserves a chance with you, but—" he cuts himself off, fiddling his his hands.
"but what, kei?" you push, heart pounding.
"but i want one anyways. i've never felt like this with anyone before and i don't want to stop now. i...i'm willing to take the chance to ask to go out with you...even if i know you deserve better than me." he explains, head bowing low.
this time, you reach up and flick his forehead.
"ow? what the hell, dumbass?" he scowls.
"it's annoying when you do that, too," you say, teasing, "you always undermine how brilliant you are and it has to stop. you may be an asshole, but you're also perceptive, and caring, even if you don't really know how to show it in conventional ways."
he doesn't say anything because he knows you're right.
you speak again. "for the record, i think that you're pretty amazing. and a lot of other people think so too. learn to give yourself more credit, kei."
"i can say the same about you." he says, brushing hair back from your face. his eyes shift down to your lips before looking away just as quickly. his single strand of vulnerability left snaps.
"c-can i kiss you?" he stutters, and you're shocked to see the snarky blonde asshole you know in such a shy state.
"yes," you breathe, "please."
he can’t resist when you ask so nicely and look so pretty right in front of him.
and what you learn is that kei's kisses are sweeter than any words that can come out of his smart mouth. how that is possible, you don't know. but you surely don't mind at all.
he tugs you close to his body, his scent overtaking your senses. he smells like mint and whatever cologne he put on today and it's easily your new favorite aroma.
you pull away and can't help but note how pretty kei looks after kissing. hair disheveled, swollen lips, glossy eyes, and glasses nearly falling off his face. you quietly laugh and push the frames back up his face.
"i love you, you know." you say, holding his face.
he leans into you, kissing your palm as he reciprocates the words in a quiet voice. a quirk in his lips and he adds, "i would hope you do. i don't want to be seen having to return to build-a-bear for a second time to return a bear."
you grin, holding up the bear teasingly. "this plush?"
"oni-chan said i should give you something...that you'd appreciate. it's yours as long as you don't replace me with it." he answers, red creeping up his neck. "if you do, i'll return it."
"don't worry, kei. i promise not to replace you with a stuffed animal when i need cuddles." you latch onto his arm, clinging to him easily. he tugs you impossibly closer.
sending yamaguchi a text thank you and a picture of you with your new bear—now named tadashi—with an annoyed tsukishima holding you tight in the photo. 'new family photo! you were right!'.
yamaguchi only grins at the message, laying back on his bed with a smile as he smiles. his work as cupid is over. he'd figure out the third wheeling issue later.
for now, mission accomplished.
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ceijoh · 2 days ago
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summary: it’s not cheating if he doesn’t enter you right? 
warnings/contents: 18+ reader and m!character being absolute horrible human beings, like really. infidelity (reader and character cheat with each other). smut, humping, grinding, over excessive use of the word ‘cunt’, implied creampie later
word count: 965
notes: there are some visuals for an extra experience at the bottom of the story! let me know what you think! 
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“It’s not cheating, you’re not inside of me, remember? That’s what you told me,” you murmured against his shoulder, fingertips playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. 
You began grinding your cunt down on his clothed cock, how could you not? He looked so beautiful earlier downstairs at the party.  He could feel how wet you were, lifting up the skirt of your dress, he let out a loud groan as he saw that you had no panties on. 
Gathering your skirt in one hand, he travelled his hands down to your cunt, pinching your clit a bit, he tapped it once, understanding, you lifted your hips up. 
“Look at that, look at how fucking wet you are,” mumbling to himself, he gathered some of your wetness. Bringing it up to your face, he watched as you slowly brought it to your lips. 
“Such a fuckin’ slut,” he tightened his grip on your body, his hips bucking up, as your tongue slowly traced his fingers. “Look at you, whimperin’ while your boyfriend is right outside.” 
At the mention of your boyfriend, your eyes narrowed and moved your hand up to his neck. “You started it, what about your girlfriend?” Feeling malicious, “Her pussy not good enough for you? Have to come around to me?” Wrapping your hand around his neck, you squeezed tightly, hard enough for him to hiss but you knew he could take it. 
“I know you think of me whenever you’re deep inside of her, wishing it was my pussy,” lowering your mouth next to his ear, “because I know whenever he’s inside of me, I always wish it was you.” 
“Can’t fucking say that shit,” he moaned out, as he felt another gush of your juice coat his pants. “Can’t say that fucking shit without wanting me to ruin you.” 
“Nuh uh,” you grinned. “Can’t be inside.” 
“I can ruin you in other ways,” he promised. Taking control of your body, he tightly gripped your hips, moving you up and down his cock. Bringing down the straps of your dress, he watched entranced as your tits came into view. “Look at this, look at them just begging to be covered in my spit and my marks.” 
Moaning out his name, you circled your hips, your hands splayed on his chest. “Then cover them in it, daddy.” 
“Don’t tempt me, princess, wouldn’t want your boyfriend to see right?” He knew what you were going to say, to be truthful, he didn’t even care if you got pissed at him. There was no way you were going to get out of this room without any marks from him, whether you wanted it or not. 
“Don’t fucking care if he sees them,” you moaned out. “Maybe I’ll fuck him after this and I’ll make sure he sees it, maybe I’ll make him cum on your marks.” 
“You’re fucking sick,” despite his words, you felt him leave small bites across your tits. As he swirled his tongue around one nipple, you began to feel the familiar warmth in your belly. 
“Gonna cum, baby,” your hips started moving faster. “You want me to cum on your pants or on your cock?” Briefly pulling your pussy away so he could decide, you grinned as began tugging down his pants. “Thought so,” you mused as he threw a glare and a few colourful words towards you. 
As soon as his cock came into view, your hand quickly wrapping around the shaft. “So pretty,” you murmured as your nail traced from his balls to the head of his cock. Kissing the head, you squeezed his shaft, his precum oozing out and you slowly licked it away. 
Rubbing the head against your clit, you accidentally felt him nudge against your hole. “Did you forget? Not inside, not until you break up with her.” 
You heard him growl your name and you smiled innocently, teasing the head against your hole, you slowly lowered yourself down until the head was completely inside of you. “Do you feel this?” 
Grunting in annoyance, you felt yourself fall backwards, your head would have hit the floor if he hadn’t cradled your head before you fell. 
“Such a fucking whore,” he growled into your mouth. He hovered above you, his cock head still inside of you. He pulled it out slowly, rubbing the head all over your folds. “Look at how fucking wet you are,” tapping your clit with the head of his cock a couple of times. “So, so wet,” mesmerised at both of your slick, he slowly rubbed his shaft against your lips. “So wet I could just do this,” without any warning he slid into you. 
Yelling out his name in shock, your eyes went to his face then to finally where you were connected. He smiled at you and bottomed out, his heart thumping as he watched your face slip into one of bliss. “Gods,” he muttered into your tits. “Feel so fucking good,” he laughed gruffly as he felt you clench at his words.
He didn’t move, he watched as you slowly opened your eyes. Clenching unconsciously, you both moaned in sync. Kissing his lips softly, you felt him slowly deepen the kiss. Allowing his tongue into your mouth, you felt some of your spit dribble down your face. Slowly he pulled away from you, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.  
“It’s not cheating if I don’t cum inside of you,” he explained plainly, “right?” He felt his heart bloom as he watched you mirror his smile.
You were both horrible people, there’s no doubt about that but the feeling of him inside of you right now, and knowing that his cum will be dribbling out of your cunt later, you really didn’t fucking care.
[haikyuu: suna, kuroo, matsukawa, osamu, tsukishima, kentaro, tendou, semi, futakuchi, daishou, sakusa, | jjk: gojo, geto, toji, sukuna (the unholy quartet), naoya | aot: eren, connie, jean | tokyo revengers: ran, draken, baji | kny: douma, sanemi, yushiro, sabito, gyutaro | mha: bakugo, dabi, shoto, chisaki ] 
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rinphoria · a day ago
"give them back," tsukishima grumbles, harshly rubbing his tired, golden eyes with the heels of his palms. his already blurred vision is even more bleary when he pulls his hands away.
"mm, no," you refuse, resting the stolen frames on the top of your head. "i don't think i will."
the lines of a frown are etched into the skin between his eyebrows as he stares at you from his desk chair. you're sure his aim is to look intimidating or at least annoyed, but you can't take him seriously knowing that he probably sees you as nothing more than an indiscernible blob of colors without his glasses.
"come on, i need to finish this." he points to the intricate yet unfinished drawing sitting on the table in front of him. you're sure your eyes would cross just attempting to pick out all of the details; you can't imagine how strained tsukki's eyes must be from staring at and adding on to it for hours.
"what you need to do is rest your eyes," you scold him. "this little artist gig is going to be over before it even begins if you keep this up."
he doesn't respond because he can't argue with you; you're right. late nights spent working under nothing more than a soft, dim lamp have become the norm for him. he's grown accustomed to the irritation burning at his eyes and the need to squint in order to focus on whatever project was in front of him. before now, he would have excused his irresponsibility as hard work—dedication. thanks to you, he's willing to acknowledge it as a bad habit.
tsukki sighs. you're nervous that your words were too harsh, worried that they bordered discouraging. you open your mouth, readying to apologize for your brashness when the man clears his throat. "fine. i'll be done for tonight."
"good." you curtly nod. if you were being completely honest, you weren't sure that you'd be able to convince him. you tell him as much, too. "if you said otherwise, i would have dragged you out of here myself."
for the first time since you barged into his studio, a smile breaks out on the blonde's face. "is that so?"
"mhm." you hum in confirmation. seeing his lips curled upward makes you grin as well. you jerk your head in the direction of the door, stretching your open hand out to him. you wiggle your fingers and ask, "shall we go?"
he takes your hand in his, gently squeezing it as he stands up from the chair. "can i have my glasses back now?"
"nope," you pop the 'p'. you almost forgot about the lenses perched on the top of your head, but, even so, he wasn't getting them back. tsukishima was stubborn and you wouldn't put it past him to end up browsing his phone for inspiration if he got a hold of his glasses again. "you should keep your eyes closed. i'll lead you down the hall and get you comfy in bed all on my own."
he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. he can't say he's seeing clearly at the moment, but the thought of being blindly guided down the hallway keeps him from closing his eyes. "you have way too much faith in yourself."
you scoff, "take it back or your sleeping in your studio tonight."
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trimisu · a day ago
Oh yeah also also!!
Hq character and reader gets into a fight (they’re dating now, ofc fights are gonna happen once in a while)
Hq character says something along the lines of “im done” or “im tired” and reader misunderstands it as they meant their relationship
So the guilt, anxiety and fear starts crashing down and they’re lowkey hyperventilating and panicking
And then comes comfort hehe
Contain/s: mentions of hyperventilating, argument, angst with comfort
A/n: well, this took so long to answer :D
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"I am getting tired of this shit!" That's what their last words were before they left.
You were tired and stressed out, it was just a small misunderstanding, but you didn't expect that you will be screaming at each other. The fight went on for a while, exchanging profanities and insults at each other before your partner leave the house with a loud slam from the door.
Your feet were glued to the floor as you stared at the place where they last stood before they left. This is it. It's all over. There's a higher chance that they will pack up their things and leave you alone.
Guilt, fear, and anxiety crept into your body as you gripped your arms tighter, your heart began to ache at the thought of them leaving you. What do you do? What should you do? Should you run out of the house and look for them?
You were panicking as these thoughts run through your head, your hands were sweating bullets as you unconsciously rubbed your arms while you feel your tears prickled from your eyes. You felt dizzy as you rapidly tried to get enough air in your lungs, you can even hear your heart beating fast.
"It's going to be alright," you heard a familiar, soft voice. You look up to see your lover who came back with a look of concern on their face, "follow my breathing, slow deep breaths," you felt a warm hand lifting yours to their chest.
It was warm, you felt their chest heaving up and down slowly. You looked and followed the movement of their lips, it parted as they breathe in and pursed their lips as they breathe out. With a few slow deep breaths, you were able to breathe normally, though with a few sobbing sounds.
"Are you alright? Do you need anything?" You felt their thumb on your wet cheek, wiping away the remaining tears in your eyes.
You shake your head as a response, "listen, I'm so sorry about earlier! I...I let that situation the better of me and—"
Your partner cuts you off, "Hey, it's fine! I also felt guilty about what happened earlier... But I want to figure this issue out together once our minds are clear, yeah?"
Your eyes filled with hope and surprise, "y-you won't leave me, then?" Hearing your question made them surprised, did them walking out made you think of this?
"Of course not! I want you to know that no matter how many arguments or fights we have, I still love you and that won't change," you felt butterflies fluttering around your stomach as their eyes goes soft and their voice was raised a bit but in a softer tone.
You smiled as you felt their fingers interlocking with yours.
"Shall we hit the bed and talk about it in the morning?"
"Huh? Haven't you heard? You're sleeping on the couch tonight!"
"We both know that you can't sleep when I'm not next to you, (Y/n)..."
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emotioball · 8 hours ago
𝐔𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬 || a snippet
word count: 600+
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and, he shatters. something which he rarely do. something which is not a common sight from a man like him. but, as it gets, he breaks. and now here he is. on the floor. on the ground. contoured from all side by his vulnerabilities which he's very good in keeping behind mask on good days.
but, today is not a good day.
and so, here he is. 
into thousand and million pieces each gleaming different than the other.
he's a mess. he's a puddle. he's a shame. blue from here and black from there. grey at fingertips and purple at toes. bleeding red from his heart and crystal clear from his eyes. cursing. and cursing. muttering, and muttering only one thing:
"please don't look at me."
"please don't look at me."
"please don't look at me."
but... how can you not? and why can you not? because, the thing ugliest to him is the thing most prettiest to you. and that thing is... he. 
he when he fall like this. he when he break on night like this. he when he's not a tough guy in his tough skin. and he, when he's most he at the second, and at the minute as the one like this...
"I'm not weak, (y/n)..."
over the crashes of his own cries, he hears himself say as his eyes weighed down by all the salt in them, perceives you kneeling before him.
"I'm not weak..."
it's an ugly sight. 
you believe.
to see a strong man losing it all like he never had it together— you believe it's an ugly sight.
"I'm not afraid of ugly..." you whispers. more to the pieces of him around you and under your feet; which shrieks and churns like they're a part of some wicked cult interwoven with rotten past and forgotten memories. 
raising your arms to wrap around him; putting your chin on his head which wail against your chest like he's a feverish boy trying to seek comfort from anything humane; you feel him breaking and mending and then breaking again like he's not made up of strong bones or tough flesh— but of glass; frail and delicate.
"I'm married to you, my love," to him, you whisper. as if he's a kid who just happened to scrape his knees. "I'm married," you say, "not just to your name but to your bad days and ugly moments like this. between us both, there's no shame. you can break, and you can wither... into whatever shit you want to..."
you're allowed. then you told him. "to fall..." stroking his hair, you added. "I'll always be here as your ground."
and, his chest bleed open. he became, thousand emotions as one. clinging here to you like you're the only solid thing he knows of. 
it's ugly.
in his head, he thought.
the mistakes he made. the options he didn't picked. the people he hurt or the people he cut loose—all snickering here before his eyes.
it's ugly.
it's ugly.
it's ugly...
but, the way you decorates him— with kisses and gentle touch he deems he's not worthy of; with I love yous and I'm here for yous he never thought he'll ever hear; with... just your presence— he cannot help but let himself crash. and break. and shatter. ugly? so be it. weak? so be it. a boy? so be it...
"it's fine..." you scratches his scalp and he closes his eyes. "...it's fine." you smile against him and he sighs. "today is not a good day..." you tell him. "but tomorrow it'll all be okay... you'll be okay. we'll build you up again. piece by piece." you promise and he nods. "from the scarp, to whole new you..."
just keep faith.
"my darling..."
just keep faith.
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taiju. kakucho. draken— tokyo revengers || iwaizumi. akaashi. tsukishima— haikyuu || bakugo— bnha || gojo— jjk
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kentolove · 23 days ago
When Tsukishima gets comfortable, he really gets comfortable.
You learned that eight months into your relationship, when Tsukishima walked into the bathroom—with you on the toilet—heading for the sink to brush his teeth.
“Kei!” You nearly scream, clutching your chest to calm yourself down. “I’m using the bathroom here?”
“I can see,” he says, and you groan, throwing your head back in defeat. It really doesn’t help that the mirror is perfectly placed, in a way that allows your Kei to look at you directly in the eye while you sit on the toilet looking as unflattering as ever.
“Then leave? I can’t even piss in peace.”
“Why would I leave?” He puts the toothbrush in his mouth, “I’ve seen worse.”
“It’s impossible to argue with you,” you cry. And you’re right. Tsukishima Kei is insufferable, and he may be too comfortable with you already.
You learn Tsukishima has no sense of personal space soon after.
When he loves someone, his affection comes in odd ways. Sometimes it’s a flick to the forehead, other times it’s a teasing remark, and today, it’s him asking you if he could stay with you while you shower.
It’s not necessary the worst request, but when you consider the fact that he’s asking to sit on a stool and talk to you while you bathe, you find it a bit strange.
“Why would you even want that?” You ask him, all while you get ready for your nighttime shower.
“I just wanna be there.”
You shrug, tell him “sure”, and move on with your day. He sits on the toilet seat as you shower, recounting his day and all the small things that ticked him off.
“I never knew you could talk this much,” you laugh. He’s not necessarily the most quiet partner, but words are often few when it comes to your Kei. He’s more of a listener than anything, telling you how much he likes to hear your voice when you “bitch about everything.” (His words, not yours.)
Once you spend enough time with Tsukishima, though, you learn that he’s not evasive, just caring. He cares for you in ways you’ve never been loved before.
He shows you this when you feel as if you’re looking the Grim Reaper in the eyes, period cramps eating you away, and laying in your shared bed.
“Get up,” he whispers, careful to not yell for he knows how much you hate loud noises.
“Don’t talk to me.”
He knows it’s the cramps talking, so he only responds with a roll of his eyes.
“Okay,” he says, and begins to lift you off the bed. You nearly scream in shock, hitting his chest lightly.
“Put me down!” You kick your legs as he carries you bridal-style towards the bathroom. You know what he’s doing, trying to motivate you to not wallow in your pain, but you’re far too stubborn and in too much pain to care.
“Don’t ignore me!”
“You told me not to talk to you,” he retorts, gently placing you on the closed toilet seat and kneeling in front of you. “I ran a bath for you.”
You stare at him, head tilted to the side, and you wonder how you got so damn lucky.
“You want me to strip you, or?” He speaks up in the midst of your silence.
“Don’t be an ass.”
“That’s what I do best,” he smiles, lifting your hands up to remove your shirt (it’s his, really) from your body.
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215-luv · 15 days ago
KUROO: likes to watch it happening when someone is stupid enough to flirt with you when the signs are clear that you’re taken. he keeps his eyes on the guy as he shamelessly asks for you number even when he (kuroo) is literally right next to you AND holding your hand. and before you could even reject the guy, your boyfriend (thank god) intervenes with a smirk on his face, “i like to know my s/o is pretty enough to catch the attention of other people like you,” then he slides an arm around your waist with narrowed eyes, “however, it’s better to let people like you realize that they’re mine.”
SUNA: he stands there and observes with his lidded eyes like he cares. and yet although he seems to not care as it seems on the outside, he’s definitely spouting out brutal words to the guy in his mind like, ‘what the hell is he doing? that’s embarrassing.’ ‘why is his hair like that?’ ‘can he like, leave us alone?’ ‘loser. anyways, i want ice cream.’ then he proceeds to sling his arm around your shoulder, “babe, let’s go.” turning you around without a single glance as if the guy who flirted with you doesn’t exist..
AKAASHI: raises an eyebrow when some guy approaches you with eyes that speak something beyond friendly, and he’s quickly suspicious of him. he’s kind of silent the whole time the guy was talking to you, and when he hears the words “can i have your number?” his mood drops so fast that his eyebrows furrow in displeasure. the guy could practically feel akaashi’s burning gaze that leaves him nervous and stuttering—to which in the end, the guy leaves in discomfort. and finally, your boyfriend slithers his hand to entangle with yours, “so entitled to himself.” he murmurs under his breath with a roll of his eyes, making sure you did not hear any of it before he’s tugging you to another direction and suddenly he has a soft look on his face, “why don’t we go to that bakery you love, sweetheart? wouldn’t that be tempting?” he smiles so sweetly as he looks at you like nothing happened.
OIKAWA: your boyfriend went to the stall area to buy the both of you a snack and while you were waiting for him in a less crowded place, a guy approaches you out of nowhere, forcefully initiating a conversation with you. while you were definitely catching on with his advances, the guy was completely oblivious of your boyfriend who was approaching behind him with a not-so-genuine smile as he holds two of your favorite snacks on hand, “well, what do we have here?” he says with his voice ever so friendly yet the malice intention behind it doesn’t remain unnoticed to the guy, sending him shivers through his spine that leaves him to runaway in shame (much to tooru’s satisfaction). your boyfriend scoffs as he nears you, “are you okay, sweetheart? i can’t believe people like him actually has the audacity to think he has a chance with MY s/o.”
TSUKISHIMA: you were holding kei’s hand as a guy approaches you out of nowhere, his eyes gazing intensely on you that, of course, goes unnoticed by your boyfriend—in which he raises an eyebrow upon suspicion, silently watching the interaction. the guy then nervously fiddles with his phone on his hand, “hey, i saw you from the other café a while ago and i was hoping if i could get your number? i find you really pretty and-“ “huh?” your boyfriend lets out a displeased sound as he looks at him up and down—and never did the guy realize in his whole life he’d feel so terrified over a simple huh that he feels as if he’s being judged by the whole world at that very moment. he gulps in horror when he realizes your intertwined hands and he quickly apologizes, running away. your boyfriend, however, barely did anything nor batter a brutal remark. a smirk forms on his features, “well someone’s getting ahead of themselves”, he snickers while naturally tightening his hold on your hand, proceeding to pull you along with him to the next location of your date.
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rinslova · a month ago
ಌ including : k. tsukishima , r. suna x fem!reader
ಌ genre: fluff
ಌ summary: what relationship dynamics the hq boys would mostly be in!
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pretty girl: clairo
part two. part three
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-`ღ´- shy girl x sarcastic tall boi (who's secretly soft)
now as expected kei is one of those boyfriends who give no fucks for anyone else but you. Its kinda cute actually, like the 180 on his personality is kinda concerning but sweet in a sense. He'll still maintain that 'oh my god your so annoying' but dial it down a few notches as to not hurt your feelings. Basically tsun tsun tsukki. Kei also would make an effort to make first moves, despite being not the best flirt himself. Lucky for him his looks are that of a prince and he doesn't need much to fluster the likes of you <3
-`ღ´ lovey dovey girlfriend x not used to being loved this much (physically) bf
we also know kei isn't exactly the lovey dovey type on the exterior, however we do know he is love deprived. So for him to be with a girl who is very touchy and clingy would be heaven for him, of course he wants to reciprocate his feelings but he doesn't want to come off as overly clingy. So he'll keep his idgaf attitude while squeezing the life out of you teddybear style while you sit on his lap.
-`ღ´- I hate you x I hate you more <3
probably the most popular dynamic for tsukishima and honestly most likely the ideal one as well. Tsukishima wants someone who can understand him and share some similarities with him, though opposites do attract he would need someone to get on his nerves. How else do you think you'll randomly pop up into his head when he's suppose to be studying? And trust and believe his teammates deadass think you both are having a serious argument, when really you both are arguing about strawberries or raspberries
-`ღ´- hella flirty bf x shy gf
There is nothing suna loves more than getting an reaction out of people, so who better than to get a reaction out of than his own sweet gf? Suna lovess teasing you, he knows he looks good and uses that against you. So don't be surprised if he stares at you with a smirk on his face while your trying to study, he's just watching you unravel at his gaze alone. Rin loves you but he can't get enough of you trying to hold yourself together infront of him.
-`ღ´- baby, looks could kill (would kill) gf x looks like they would kill you (secretly baby)
You and suna both know how whipped he is for you its not even funny, he can't go a day without kissing you, touching you or even speaking to you in general. One of suna's daily objectives is to fall asleep on your thighs everyday after training, def a thigh and boob guy. Rin also loves how secretly feisty you are, his favorite thing is seeing you get jealous when a waitress makes heart eyes at him. Leaving you to make it obvious he's taken by using his pet names: Rinny, baby, or rin rin.
-`ღ´- loves talking x loves hearing her talk
Suna is a very good listener, and he could listen to you rant for hours. Yes there will be times where he gets lost in your cute expressions while retelling a story, he'll still be listening to you. But he's just more focused on your sweet voice and cute face <3 Suna will literally fall asleep to you talking, so don't be surprised when he calls you at 2-3am just to hear you talk. Even if its animal crossing language he would listen to your voice as if it was the one thing keeping him alive.
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wake-uptoreality · a day ago
Haikyuu boys with chubby reader
He is proud that you are one of the warmest, sweetest person on the planet. doesn't care if you are chubby or not. Loves that he can rest his head on your squishy thighs after a long, hard day. Caresses your soft skin and murmurs that he is so lucky to have you in his life. When the person makes fun of you. Oh god. He may rip their throat out if you don't stop him. Really really overprotective over you and most of all, everyone knows not to mess with you.
-> Hanamaki, KYOTANI, Semi, Kindaichi, IWAIZUMI, Yaku, AKAASHI; KAGEYAMA, Osamu, USHIJIMA.
Doesn't know how to behave towards you to get your attention. So he starts with insults. Firstly makes fun of you like anyone else. But when he sees you on the floor curled up in a small ball, crying your beautiful eyes out, the realisation hits him like a track. Instantly hugs you and cheers you up with the sweetest words you ever heard from his mouth. Tells you that you are the prettiest person he has seen in his life with eyes filled with honesty. Apologies, apologies and apologies until you have fully forgiven him. Then he dares and kisses your salty tears whispering how he loves you so damn much.
-> Shirabu, SUNA, Matsukawa, FUTAKUCHI, Kunimi, TSUKISHIMA.
Loves, Loves, Loves, Loves every single part of your body. Every day reminds you how pretty you look in his arms tightly wrapped around your chubby waist. Most of all, he loves your puffy, round cheeks. Loves to surprise you with loving, sweet kisses on it. Every person knows that you are his and only his. But still, if someone messes with you, he literally jumps on his face. Cherishes you whole his life.
God this man is so dense at first. He is like: 'y/n isn't my type', buuuutt he can't even normally talk to you without flushing and gushing at your cuteness. His friends know the truth and tease him about it. He becomes a shy little puppy wiggling its tail when you do something, even a stupid thing. When you look at him, catch him staring at you, he screams like a fangirl in his hand. He helps you with everything you do and when you thank him with a gentle kiss on his cheek, this man dies. Loves your plump stomach. kisses and tickles it all the time, making you burst with laughter. When you start dating, the whole school isn't surprised at all.
-> OIKAWA, Lev, ATSUMU, Asahi, SAKUSA, DAICHI, Ennoshita.
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hyeque · 6 months ago
"where are you running off to?" [nsfw]
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note: crawling or moving away from hq boys while they’re going to pound town. this is definitely not self-indulgent I just think the phrase is extremely hot
warnings: dubcon, hair pulling, manhandling, vulgar language, degradation, slapping, choking, spit roasting, mentions of implied female body parts
featuring: iwaizumi, bokuto, kuroo, tsukishima, oikawa, kageyama, atsumu
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bokuto, who a man of his size, often forgets just how strong he is. what doesn't help is his never wavering stamina to go with it. his grasp on your hips is firm and surely is going to leave bruises behind. he pounds into you loud and messy, the sound of skin on skin drowning out your whimpering and crying. each time he slams back into you, your breath is knocked out of your system. "k-kou, 'is too much!" you squirm, wiggling away from his body. you attempt to push at his thighs and the frosted-tipped-haired man grumbles, quickly pulling you back so your ass is flush against him. when you try to move away again, he simply pulls your body up before turning you around so you're now facing him. you think he's finally listening to you but then he takes your legs and throws them over his shoulders. pressing them up further to your chest so that you are in a mating press, he groans when he sinks back into you. there's an obscene squelch from how wet and messy the two of you are and you can’t help but clench around him. he bites and nibbles on your ear before saying, "baby, don't be difficult. let me fuck you like how I know you need to be fucked, okay?"
atsumu who gets antsy at a team dinner because he can’t get over how beautiful you look. from the minute you stepped in you have had several people turning their heads to look at you. he’s very proud of having you as his significant other and puffs out his chest, bragging about you to whoever he can whenever because he knows he’s lucky. but eventually he starts to get pouty when he feels like eyes have been lingering on you for too long. the setter politely announces you two need to leave early, only for him to drag you inside the backseat of his car to fuck you out of possessiveness. your legs are over his shoulders as he rams into you. eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly. but after both of you cum once, atsumu’s pace doesn’t falter. it’s clear you both are too sensitive right now but he ignores that. you find yourself scooting your shaking upper body towards the door and against the window. atsumu only pouts before he grabs your neck and pins you even harder to the seat. "w-why are ya trying to run away? depriving me of ma pussy is so rude baby. its mine, right? and this fat cock is nobody’s but yers, so just sit tight and take it.”
oikawa taunts you for whining and saying that "it's too much". he prides himself in the fact that he knows his dick is a lot to handle but he also prides himself in knowing that you're a slutty whore who can take whatever, and whoever-even his best friend at the same time as him. you didn't know that iwaizumi had been watching the two of you fuck. and you didn't know that oikawa brought him to join you two. that’s how you find yourself stuffed and filled with two cocks. both men relieving their stress by using you. oikawa takes your sweet ass and iwa fills your pretty mouth up with his delicious cock. the athletic trainer grunts as he fucks your mouth, blessed that at least once he could experience what it felt like. oikawa’s eyes are zeroed in on your cunt and how you suck him in. you feel so full and overwhelmed that you try to move back from both men. your restlessness doesn’t go unoticed by oikawa and he slaps your ass. “don’t move, not until all your holes have been stuffed full.” the setter snaps. he thrusts so hard into you from behind that you end up taking more of iwa in your throat. he moans loudly at the motion and the gagging come from your mouth. he then laughs and tilts your head up so you’re looking at him before saying, “yeah princess-mmhm fuck-don’t run away. it’s rude not to finish your meal.”
kuroo who absolutely gets drunk off of watching the two of you fuck in front of the mirror. he loves seeing and hearing all the cries and whimpers that come out of you, and bursts of pride run through him because he knows he’s the cause of it. but one thing that will drive him absolutely insane is eye contact. when he looks at you through the mirror while balls deep in your cunt, he can’t help but move his hips faster. harder. this motion causes you to cry out and attempt to move away from him due to how harsh he is. kuroo only scowls before he grabs you by your hair and pulls your body flush to his chest. your back arches against him and he doesn’t hesitate to ruthlessly drive into you so that you’re seeing stars. the fucking is obscenely loud but he doesn’t hesitate to bend down and say into your ear, “where are you going? i’m not done with you yet. not until you get to fully see how fucked dumb you can be from my cock. that’ll teach you not to run away from me.”
kageyama who came home from practice still high on adrenaline. you’re making dinner in the kitchen and greet him sweetly when he comes to say hi. something is odd about the way he is unusually quiet. that confusion is quickly gone once you feel him slither his arms around your waist, hard on pressing into your back. next thing you know, you’re bent over the kitchen counter whining out pleas of, “slow down tobio” and, “too much too much!” while he’s pounding your ass. you try to squirm your way from between him and the surface and feel his grip on your hips tighten before pinning you harder against the counter. now you could really feel every inch of his cock inside of you. kageyama whines and buries his head in your neck, kissing the sensitive skin. he shuts his eyes tight as the only thing he can think of is your addicting cunt and it’s warmth. “baby please, need to feel all of you. need to be buried so deep in your pretty pussy. you can let me have this, yea? don’t runaway, need to be as close to you as possible. gonna fill you up so good.”
tsukishima who cant stand how annoyingly attractive you are. it’s much worse over time as your relationship has established because you know exactly how to rile him up. so when you show up to one of his volleyball practices for the sendai frogs, short skirt and thigh highs, flirting with everyone in plain sight–he sees red. he’s eerily quiet on the drive home, neither talking nor looking at you at all. when you reach the front door you feel bad by that point and open your mouth to apologize. “i-” “shut the fuck up.” he snaps. the next few events happen fast when he’s storming over to you, carrying and throwing you onto your shared bed. he pulls your underwear to the side, pushing his shorts and briefs to his ankles before sheathing into you hard. his hulking figure consumes you and it’s all too much for your senses, causing you to babble and cry. you try to discreetly scoot yourself up in the bed so he won’t notice but freeze when you hear a cold chuckle and harsh yank on your body. “who the fuck said you could runaway? brats like you need to fully take their punishment. stay fucking still or i’m gonna fuck your ass so hard you’ll be struggling to remember how to walk.”
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strawberrykake · a month ago
boyfriend that will suddenly scold you out of nowhere like “where the fuck have you been all my life? what took you so long??? Do you know how rough my life has been without you?? smh” bc he realizes no one has ever made him a happier and better person than you do
—Iwaizumi, TSUKISHIMA, Suna, SAKUSA, KYOUTANI, Semi, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, UKAI, Mattsun, KAGEYAMA, HOSHIUMI, Shirabu, Bokuto, Kiryuu
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sunaluv · 2 months ago
[signs of affection]
feat. suna, osamu, tsukishima,
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can’t stop kissing you. it’s literally concerning.
he’s not one for PDA but for you? that’s a whole other story. you’re pretty sure his lips have left a permanent indent on your neck.
god forbid one of the twins see, it’s always “nobody wants to see that”😐 but deep down they just jealous.
today was a relaxing day, no volleyball practice and both of your calendars were free.
so here you were, lying on top of your boyfriend, joined together by the lips.
his big hands hold a firm grip on your waist, rubbing occasionally. slowly, he reached up your shirt, caressing your bare back.
pulling away, your lips were joined by a string of saliva which you broke with your thumbs as you stroked over his swollen lips.
“you like kissing me huh,” you teased.
he hummed, rolling you two over so he was now straddling your hips. leaning towards your neck, he nipped and sucked until an array of deep purple bruises formed on your skin.
"it's not my fault you have such addicting lips." he spoke while assessing his artwork on your neck.
always makes food with you in mind. whether your there or not.
reluctant to cook for his brother but for you? don’t need to ask.
if you don’t stop him, he’ll probably cook a whole buffet for you. 
"samu why is there so much food?"
shocked by the sound of your voice, osamu momentarily forgets about the multiple plates of onigiri surrounding him.
"i got hungry."
"for 7 plates?"
"i didnt know what filling you wanted." he spoke after swallowing his food.
you were baffled, you made sure not to hint you were coming to visit him so how did he know you were coming.
so you asked "how did you know i was coming?"
"i didn't, i always cook with you in mind for some reason."
"awww," you wrapped your arms around his torso." you're so in love with me"
he paused looking at the food, then back at you.
"i guess i am" he replied, kissing your forehead.
always passes by your classroom.
needed to go down the hall, but instead took the long way up a floor just to see you
will always deny it, but you caught on after he passed by your classroom for the third time.
it was a simple request.
“please could you get another book from the class down the hall?” his teacher had asked.
he shut the door behind him, going the opposite way to his destination, and up a floor.
his unfazed visage remained as he passed your class, peeking in for what felt like a fraction of a second.
he chuckled under his breath, catching sight of your concentrated face. your brows furrowed and your bottom lip was caught in between your teeth.
he paused when your reason stare caught his surprised one, and he instantly looked away before you could see the blush beginning to form on his face.
to escape your teasing aura, he finally went where he was meant to go.
he knew he was in for a teasing later, not that that would stop him…
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heartaro · 2 months ago
Hiiii , i really like your blog! your hurt/comfort r so well written i swearrr !!
so , i wanted to ask u of you could do a angst to fluff /hurt comfort with tsukishima, iwaizumi, and osamu plz ! Any prompt i dont really care lmaooo
Have a great day :)) <3
hi hi darling!! thank you so much :((( 💓💓 you’re so sweet and thank YOU for sending this in! i’ve been having crazy writer’s block, so this gave me some motivation to write!!
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— tsukishima, iwaizumi, & osamu x gn!reader | hurt/comfort
warnings: swearing, arguments, the boys mention their ex in an argument </3 oh also these r so long & dramatic (bc i’m dramatic lmfao i’m a leo)
note from heart: ugh i kno these prompts are so common, but i love reading these kinds of stories/drabbles!! i hope you enjoy 💓
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» we all know tsukishima kei isn’t the best at expressing his emotions; especially those of love & kindness
» but you know better than anyone else that he loved you more than anything & that his love for you is unconditional
» however, there are definitely moments where you both fight and things can get out of hand
» like this current argument that sprung up once he got home from work
» he came home a lot later than you had expected, but he didn’t even bother to respond to any of your text messages or return any of your calls
» and so now, about an hour later, you two were still arguing
“kei, i’m really not asking for much! if you’re gonna be home late, could you at least let me know? like answer my texts or something?” you say exasperatedly. you were starting to feel exhausted from all the bickering that’s happened in the past hour, but your words just didn’t seem to get past your boyfriend’s bitter mood.
“look, y/n, i don’t need to constantly tell you my every move and where i’m at, and you don’t need to keep waiting up for me! i swear to god, it’s like you treat me like a fucking kid!” he shouts back, throwing his hands in the air before taking a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.
he didn’t have the best day at work; too much paperwork, idiots causing a ruckus, his manager doing nothing but hounding him all day. tsukishima was ready to just go to sleep, but here he was.
“sorry for wanting to make sure you’re safe? sorry i care about my boyfriend? why is that so bad?”
“because it’s fucking annoying, y/n! you’re constantly hovering over me, smothering me all the fucking time!” he responds, turning away from you. he sighs, shaking his head, “mei was never this clingy.”
despite his tone being more hushed and quiet, you still heard him loud and clear. his words rang in your ears, practically screaming back at you in your mind in a constant loop. “mei was never this ‘clingy’ because she didn’t love you,” you let out, your voice wavering as you fought to hold your tears back.
you turned in the opposite direction, making your way to your shared bedroom and slamming the door shut. at the sound, tsukishima flinched. he didn’t mean to let those words slip, and the second they fell from his mouth he instantly regretted it.
it was true, mei never loved him, but he didn’t care much for it after he met you. you showed him nothing but love, always caring for him whether that was packing his lunch for work and leaving cute, little notes for him to see during his break or staying by his side whenever he was feeling unwell. your love was genuine and never-ending, you always had so much of it to give to him. but now he’s shut that out, refusing to accept your love all because he had a bad day at work.
he sighs again, turning around to see your bedroom door shut. he felt a pang of guilt in his chest. he knew he had to make this better, but he was never good at these kinds of things. usually when the two of you argued and things went south, you both would give each other space and then come back together to have a more civil conversation. but now it seemed that you wanted to just completely be away from him, and a conversation about this didn’t seem like an option.
on your end, you sat on the edge of the bed, letting your tears fall down your cheeks. you kept wiping them away, gasping for air after each stifled sob. you knew tsukishima didn’t care for his ex anymore, you knew he was way over her when your relationship with him progressed. he had even opened up to you about how his relationship with you has made him the happiest he’s ever been. but now you’re unsure.
you asked for one, simple thing, but it just seemed like an annoyance to him. you love tsukishima and you’d do anything to make him comfortable in your relationship, so maybe you will decide to give him space because maybe- deep down- he wishes that you were just a bit like mei. if he said it, then surely part of him meant it.
the rest of the night was silent and lonely for the both of you. you eventually got ready for bed and fell asleep, wondering if he’d even come to bed with you. but in his head, he thought it’d be best to leave you be, and so he slept on the couch.
the next morning you woke, reaching over to feel the cold sheets on his side of the bed. you scrunch your eyebrows together, feeling your heart ache knowing that he didn’t even bother to come back to bed. you sat up, rubbing your puffy eyes before making your way into the kitchen. on your way there, you heard familiar soft snores from the couch. you peek over to see your boyfriend, still in his work clothes, fast asleep.
you frown slightly. he didn’t even bother changing into comfortable clothes- he must have slept horribly last night. but you decide to give him his space, not wanting to smother him so early in the morning.
you begin making breakfast, doing your best to keep the noise down so that he could continue sleeping. you prepared a quick meal for the both of you, making sure to set aside his plate before eating on your own. you figured you’d eat before him so that he could eat his breakfast in peace.
as you finished, you began to walk out of the kitchen, noticing tsukishima rise from the couch. he stretched, wincing at the aching feeling in his back. your eyes widened, wanting to make a quick exit so that you wouldn’t disturb him. you start walking towards the bedroom, greeting him quietly and letting him know that his plate is on the table.
he barely registers what you say, but the second he sees you walking quickly back to your bedroom, he follows you.
“y/n,” he says, finally catching up to you before you can shut the door. you don’t turn around, instead beginning to fix the bed in attempts to not have a conversation with him. “y/n,” he tries again, this time his tone more calm and soft.
you want to, so badly, turn around and talk to him; to resolve everything that happened the night prior, but you were still so hurt that he mentioned his ex.
he sighs, watching you sadly, waiting for you to turn in his direction. “y/n.. baby, i-i’m sorry,” he stumbles over his words, taking a few steps closer to you. you stop your actions, wondering if you had heard him correctly. “i’m so sorry,” he says again, standing behind you, unsure if he’s allowed to touch you.
you slowly turn around, tears welling up in your eyes again at the sight of him. you’re just reminded of his cruel words, but you’re fighting between pulling him in for a hug or turning back around to ignore him. his heart drops at the sight of the tears glossing over your eyes, bringing a hand to yours.
“i’m sorry for last night.. i know,” he takes a breath, just letting his thoughts pour out of his mouth. “i know i should’ve just texted you, and i know you’re just looking out for me. i was having a bad day, but i was being a total dick about it. i’m really sorry.”
you stare at him sadly, “but why did you have to bring up her?” you sniffle, turning away from him, “am i really that annoying?” your voice was timid, droplets of tears falling onto the sheets. his heart aches even more at the sight of you and knowing that he’s made you cry once again.
he’s never thought of you as annoying, he loves the affection you give him. tsukishima isn’t the best at expressing his emotions, but he truly loves everything about you. he loves the way you care about him, loves the way you shower him with love every morning and night, loves the way you give him kisses at any given moment; he loves you.
he pulls you in for a hug, squeezing you gently. he shuts his eyes, never wanting to let you go. “i don’t think that of you. i don’t think you’re annoying or that you smother me. i love you and everything that you do for me, and you’re right. mei never loved me, but you do and that’s what matters to me,” he pulls away to look at you. you’re crying even more which makes him panic internally.
he brings a hand to cup your cheek, “you matter to me. not mei, not my coworkers, not anyone else. only you. i don’t know why i even brought her up.. i was just in a shitty mood, but that’s not an excuse to be a shit boyfriend to you.”
you smile, nuzzling your face into his hand. “you’re an asshole, kei.”
he scrunches his nose before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “yeah, well, this asshole’s in love with you.”
» arguments with iwaizumi were rare but were always quickly resolved
» you both were quite hot-headed, so sometimes these arguments could escalate rather quickly
» it would result to screaming matches, but whenever it got to that point, you both knew immediately to drop it and give each other some space
» you two loved each other dearly and always wanted the other to remember that
» no matter what was said or done, you always found a way to comfort one another
» but this time it’s different and now you’re unsure if this can be fixed
you and iwaizumi have been going at it for the past two hours. you offered to pick him up from work today, going in a bit early to see him in action at his job. you knew he had many clients, a whole variety really. but you didn’t expect to see a woman all over him, running her hands up and down his arms and smiling flirtatiously at him. and you certainly didn’t expect to see him smiling back at her, completely unfazed at another woman’s touch.
“why is it such a big deal, y/n? she’s my client! what do you want me to do, tell her i can’t see her anymore because my girlfriend said so?” he says incredulously, his expression full of frustration. you roll your eyes, “i just want to know why the hell she had her hands on you like that, hajime! and why were you just letting it fucking happen?”
you were seething, both of you were. your chests heaving up and down as you glared at one another. you both remained silent, the only sound being the both of you breathing heavily.
you scoff, beginning to turn away from him, “if you can’t tell me why then i’m going the fuck to sleep.” he lets a short laugh, “of course you are. you were always one to never finish what they started.” you ignore him, beginning to make your way back to your room, but something stops you.
“at least sonnie could actually finish an argument,” he mutters, making you snap your neck to look at him. “sonnie only finished an argument with you when they decided to leave you for good!” you shout, getting in his face.
he looks at you in shock, processing his words while guilt gradually flowed throughout his body. “wait, babe, i-“
“don’t,” you say, your tone more quiet. he opens and closes his mouth as he tries to find something to say, but nothing comes out. you turn away, continuing to walk back to your room. you enter the bedroom, slamming the door shut, making iwaizumi flinch at the sound.
he sighs in defeat, instantly regretting his words. he runs a hand through his hair, unsure of what to do. usually, at this point, you two would take a step back and try to have a calmer discussion about everything, but now you’ve shut him out and he can’t find a solution. you want nothing to do with him right now, and he knows that trying to comfort you will only frustrate you more. so he decides he’ll stay away.
but, here you are, sitting on the floor in front of your bed wishing nothing but for iwaizumi to walk into your shared bedroom and comfort you. you want him to hold you, to remind you that you are his and he is yours, to shower you with his unconditional love, and to be there to rid you of the feeling of sadness and hurt. you let yourself cry, but you feel yourself become numb to it, your tears trickling down your face as you stare at the door mindlessly.
the mention of his ex’s name hit you, and it hurt so much. you knew of his past relationship. sonnie was the only other person iwaizumi had been with. they were together for almost four years and then suddenly broke up after a tragic fight. you were there to comfort him because he was your best friend, and now he was your lover. after four years of pining, he had finally become yours.
but since he mentioned them, his first ever love, you can’t help but feel as though you were just a rebound. you feel as though he had just settled for you to fill the emptiness in his heart. you feel as though he probably doesn’t love you as much as he loved sonnie. and these thoughts and feelings alone only worsen your pain.
after what seemed like an eternity, iwaizumi decides it’s finally time to meet you and fix this. he walks cautiously towards the closed door, knocking on it softly before calling out to you. “y/n? baby? can i come in?” he asks, his voice calm and gentle. he gets no response, the feeling of his guilt once again weighing in his chest. “i’m coming in, okay?” he says again, opening the door to find coming out of the bathroom.
you had just showered, your eyes red and puffy from crying for the past couple hours. you don’t acknowledge his presence and instead make your way to the bed, laying down with your back turned to him.
he looks at you sadly, wanting nothing more than to fix this. “babe, i.. i’m really sorry. i was tired and angry and i just let it slip. i shouldn’t have done that, i was only letting my temper get the best of me. i’m so sorry, y/n,” he apologizes, cautiously taking steps closer to you.
he walks over to your side of the bed, kneeling down in front of you. you cast your gaze away from him, and iwaizumi feels his heart drop. “baby, can you look at me? please?” he pleads, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. you still don’t respond, laying before him as if you were just existing.
“i’m so sorry,” he whispers, reaching out to you, cupping your cheek and letting his thumb gently caress your skin. and that’s when you break, your tears pouring over once more, broken sobs leaving past your lips. you curl further into yourself, pushing his hand away from you. he watches you with a pained look, unsure of what to do next. “y/n, i-“
“why did you have to say their name?” you cry quietly. he drops his head, feeling so ashamed of himself. “i-i don’t know, y/n.. i was angry and-“
“and you took your anger out on me? just because i asked you why you didn’t set a boundary with your client?”
he looks back at you, finding your glossy eyes. he watches your lips tremble, your tears flowing down the side of your face. you look so heartbroken and betrayed, and iwaizumi’s heart begins to shatter.
“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that. i should’ve listened to you instead of getting angry with you. i’m so sorry, baby.. i really didn’t mean any of what i said to you,” he says, gripping the bed sheets in attempts to keep himself from crying. you take in a shaky breath, shutting your eyes again. “am i enough for you?”
iwaizumi’s eyes widen at your question. he immediately stands up and scoops you into his arms, holding you close and letting you cry into his chest. he rubs your arm soothingly, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. “of course you are, y/n. you’re more than enough for me. you’ll always be more than enough, and i’m so happy to call you mine,” he whispers, letting his own tears fall.
he always feared that you might feel insecure in your relationship with him. he only ever wanted you to know that your relationship with him is important and that he cherishes it so much; that he cherishes you. he only wants you to feel love from him and to always remember that you are his end game; that he will only ever want you.
“i’m so sorry, baby.. i love you more than anything, okay? i love you and only you. i promise i’ll do better to set boundaries with my clients and to be a better boyfriend to you. i’m so sorry,” he cries softly, holding you just a bit tighter, never wanting to let you go.
you continue to cry, gripping onto his shirt, hoping and praying that he never leaves you. you two stay like this, grasping onto each other for dear life.
“i love you so much, y/n. you’re all i need.”
» ever since Onigiri Miya has shot up in popularity, osamu’s been really busy
» at first you really didn’t mind!! you were so proud of him for making his dreams come true
» but now it’s become something more of you two being roommates rather than you two being a couple
» he comes home late, too tired and exhausted to even greet you with a kiss
» it had even gotten to the point where you didn’t wait up for him like you usually would
» and now here you both were, arguing all because you had asked him to spend more time with you
“why are ya makin’ this such a big deal, y/n? we live together, isn’t that enough?” he shouts, sitting down on the couch and resting his head in his hands. you move to stand in front of him, your hands crossed over your chest. “samu, we are engaged! we’re going to get married eventually, and i’m just saying it would be nice if we just spent more time together!”
“and i’m sayin’ that we live together, y/n! i see ya every single day! why is it now that yer havin’ such a problem with this?” he looks up at you incredulously, eyebrows raised at you as if he were in pure shock. you shake your head, letting out a bitter laugh, “how am i supposed to get this through your thick skull, osamu? we. are. engaged.” you point out the ring on your finger, the same ring that he proposed to you with, the same ring that signified your promise to be with each other always.
he lets out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the couch, “i know that, y/n! yer actin’ like i’m not fuckin’ aware of that! seriously, what do you want me to do? just close down my restaurant after i worked so hard to-“
“i didn’t say that, osamu! i’m happy for you, and i’m so beyond proud of you, but i’m just asking for a little bit more time with you! you’re barely home these days, and it just doesn’t feel like we’re even a couple anymore!” you cry out, your voice starting to break. you were so frustrated, all you wanted was more time with him, to lay in his arms and to kiss him good morning and good night. but now it just seems like such a bother to him, like your love for him was just an annoyance and a distraction.
he looks away from you, standing up from the couch and beginning to make his way into the bedroom. “i’m done with this conversation, y/n,” he says firmly, his voice suddenly quiet and cold. “maya never had a fuckin’ problem with me being out all the time.”
you stare at his figure in shock, your heart wrenching at the words that fell from his lips. you inhaled, looking down at the ring on your finger then back up at him. he didn’t spare you even a glance, and without a second thought, you slipped the ring off your finger and set it down on the coffee table. turning on your heels, you made your way to the entrance, grabbing your bag and keys.
you turn back around one more time, hoping that osamu would have chased after you, but he wasn’t there. your hand met the handle, turning it as you opened the door. “maya didn’t mind since she was always with another man when you were gone,” you mutter, slamming the door shut and making your way to your car.
osamu heard the loud sound from inside the bedroom, his body quickly turning back around to make his way to the living room. when he enters he notices that you’re gone. your bag and keys missing from the entrance, your shoes no longer near the door, and your ring placed sadly on the table.
he panics, mentally berating himself for even uttering his ex’s name. he frantically looks for his phone, searching for your contact name and calling you. “pick up, pick up, pick up.. please, baby, please,” he begs quietly as he listens to the never ending rings. he’s hurrying to slip on his shoes, grabbing his own car keys to make his way out to find you. but before he leaves, he snatches the ring off the table, slipping it inside his pocket.
you’ve reached y/n’s phone! please leave a message and i’ll get back to you as soon as i can!
“fuck,” he mutters, trying once more, hoping that this time you answer his call. but this time it immediately goes to voicemail, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach.
“baby? y/n, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have said that. i’m so sorry, baby.. where are ya? please call me back… please come home, i’m so sorry,” he says, his voice wavering.
he ends his message and quickly goes to send you a text, only to be interrupted by a call from his brother.
“what, tsumu?” he asks, irritated. “cut the attitude, samu. the hell is yer problem?” atsumu responds.
“my problem is that i’m tryin’ to contact my fiancé, but ya fuckin’ interrupted me-“
“y/n’s coming to my place right now. what the hell did ya say to them?” atsumu argues, his voice stern. osamu’s guilt overflows. you called his own brother, you went to atsumu for comfort. osamu swallows the sudden lump in his throat, unsure of what to say. he knew his brother would lecture him for speaking poorly to you, and he didn’t want to hear especially from him. “if ya can’t tell me what ya said to them, ‘m not lettin’ ya come see them,” his brother says over the line.
osamu panics, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “i.. i brought up maya,” he confesses, hearing his brother sigh with disappointment. “i didn’t mean to, it just-“
“if ya didn’t mean to, then why’d ya say it at all?”
osamu knew his brother was right, closing his eyes as he rested his head against the wheel. “please, tsumu, i just wanna talk to y/n,” he mutters, wishing that he could at least hear your voice. atsumu sighs, a feint knock coming from his end of the call. “well, head over then ‘cause they’re here.”
osamu was practically speeding the entire drive there, almost running two red lights before finally making it to his brother’s apartment. he rushed out of the car and knocked on the door. atsumu answered, giving his twin a pointed look, but osamu ignored him. he pushed past, looking around for you.
“ya know ya should be thanking me for lettin’ ya in my house,” the blonde tries to joke, but osamu isn’t having it. despite his brother’s attempt to try and lighten his mood, osamu wanted nothing more than to just talk to you. atsumu sighs, pointing towards the direction of his guest bedroom, “y/n’s in there. be good to them, samu.”
osamu’s eyes dart towards the door, his body cautiously moving towards it. he opens the door gently, peeking in to see you sitting down on the edge of the bed facing away from the door. “tsumu, i really want to be left alone right now, i’m sorry, but thank-“
“wrong twin, baby,” osamu tries, smiling apologetically. you turn around, scowling at the man before you. “what the hell do you want? don’t you wanna be with maya?” you seethe, turning away from him. he walks over to you, kneeling down in front of you. he gently places a hand onto yours, hoping that you’ll allow him to be there with you. but you remove your hand from his touch, making his heart fall to the pit of his stomach.
“i’m sorry, y/n. it was stupid of me to have said that, but please know that i love ya. i want to marry ya. i want to be with you, and only you. i’m so sorry,” he slowly loses his accent, he’s always done that whenever he became serious about things.
he looks at you, hoping that you’d look at him and accept his apology. you sniffle, suppressing your sobs. “samu, you’re so mean sometimes, you know?” you cry, gripping the hem of your shirt. he sighs, going to hold your hand again, and this time you don’t push him away.
“i’m sorry, baby. i’ll do better, i promise. i love you so much. maya means nothing to me now, and i know it doesn’t seem that way, but i promise you that you are all i ever want.”
you turn your head to face him, your glossed over eyes meeting his. “i love you, samu.. i just don’t want to lose you,” you whisper, and he nods, smiling up at you. you watch as he carefully pulls something from his pocket, revealing your ring. he adjusts himself so that he’s down on one knee, holding the ring up to you.
“will ya marry me, y/n? will ya stay with me forever and let me love ya forever?”
you smile, laughing lightly. he chuckles, happy to hear that sweet sound again, “well? will ya marry me?” you can’t help but laugh more, nodding your head and allowing him to place the ring back on your finger.
osamu sits down next to you, pulling you in for a kiss. “i love you, y/n,” he says against your lips, smiling when you utter the same words back to him.
“ew, seriously?” atsumu interrupts. you and osamu turn around, fighting back your fits of laughter as you watch the blonde stand back in disgust. “in my house too? yer both disgusting!” he pauses, his expression softening a bit, “but ‘m glad ya made up.. now, ya want me to make dinner or are ya both gonna just makeout in my guest bedroom?”
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aranlver · 14 days ago
could you do (any haikyuu boys of your choice) with a y/n that does really suggestive things to them without noticing how suggestive they are? (ex; sitting on their lap, bumping their ass into the boys, etc)?? love ur writing btw, and even if you dont do this, keep up the amazing work!!!🤍
ft. bokuto, kuroo, tsukishima !!
cw. dirty thoughts !!
TSUKISHIMA: god you drive tsukishima crazy, and he always plays it off by saying something insulting because he doesn’t want you to see him flustered. Every morning you would come behind him, tracing your hands around his hips, snaking your hand under his shirt. It’s nothing but a friendly gesture but it has his mind going crazy. You soft fingers running down his pelvis. Or when you whine his name to bother him, your sweet tone calling him tsuki asking him to pay attention to you. And it has him weak in the knees. He doesn’t know why but the sound of you begging and whining for him to pay attention to you has him in a frenzy.
KUROO: kuroo knows you don’t do it purposely. I mean how could you? You’re his little angel and you just don’t notice that the way you lean forward to him to talk to him about something shows your breasts just a bit which has him gulping. Or the way you sit on his lap while watching a movie, squirming a bit is all just innocence. Kuroo tries hard, really hard not to say anything but the way you are sucking on that ice cream giggling at him as he watches you with hunger in his eyes, his cock gets so hard. And he definitely tries so hard not to say anything when you come behind him and start trailing kisses down his neck. but he doesn’t wanna say anything because he doesn’t wanna scare you off <\33
BOKUTO: does suggestive things without knowing either so you two just fluster each other a lot. Bokuto sometimes does notice the things you do and it has him flustered as hell but he doesn’t care. When he’s playing a game with his friends and is ignoring you for a while, you would come behind and move the headphones off his ear whispering in it for his attention. And bokuto gets off the game so fast because that turned him on, your voice whispering in his ear, and he won’t say anything about it cause he doesn’t wanna freak you out. And bokuto definitely doesn’t do well we you give him kisses because it makes him crave and want more.
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greenfoxeyedbrunette · 4 months ago
"—and so yeah, I didn't really think-" your lover pushes up your shirt "mmhm, continue baby."
"that they would re-ah-ct like.." He pinches your nipples and puts one in his mouth. Sucking one of your breasts and playing with it, flicking his tongue back-and-forth on your nub while massaging your other breast simultaneously. "that and I called—mmh!! " Now swirling his warm tongue around, he does the same with his other hand lower.. to your clitoris. "Hmm.." he brings his fingers that came from your pussy to his mouth, tasting your slick. "I thought I told you to keep talking baby."
suna rintarou, miya atsumu & osamu, tsukishima kei, suguru geto, maybe gojo satoru, oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsurou
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tetsushida · 2 months ago
— Your intimidating, gentle husband<3
Warnings: SMUT (18+ MDNI), breeding, body worship, make out, a little angst but mostly just comfort/ fluff and your HQ husband who is just so whipped for you it’s unreal <3 :(
Ehhh idk, not rlly proud of this one but it needs to get out of my draft :”) but reblogg, like or a comment is always appreciated <3
HQ man x f.Reader ( wife )
No proofreading!! Sorry it’s late and I’m lazy :”)
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My fav Typ of man?
— The one who treats you with sooo much love he has for you and only you: his lovely, pretty wife <3 his one and only <3
He could kiss the floor you are walking on and is head over heels in love with you and everyone can see it with how he looks at you with big heart eyes
But people don’t see him like you do
— He wears a strong but woody and elegant cologne which fits perfectly to his handsome look and outfit. His manners makes everyone weak since he of course respects women and never wants to make them in ANY way uncomfortable. And if he sees that a douche bag can’t accept a “no” from a person, he is not scared to help anyone since it would dumb if they start a fight with him
he has their attention everywhere he goes: at the work, grocery shopping, at the gym but only rejecting with the same reason with the same uninterested face and showing the same ring he always wears “ I’m happily married-so please, if you would excuse me “ and straight up focus what he was doing
— He maybe looks intimidating for others and since his rule is“ only respecting people when they respect me ”, it adds more layer on his hard shell which not everyone can crack
But oh don’t be fooled, he is sadly taken but ofc to you <3
— Treating you like a royalty you are and loves to spoil you in any way he can. — Want this one dress/ pants/ shirt but is too expensive? He will buy it right away online and you will have it the next day without noticing it <3 — oh no, your back hurts? He gives you a full body-massage and gives you kisses here and there on some body parts<3 — It’s been a while that you went to a vacation? How does two weeks in hawaii at the best 5 starts hotel with a nice bar sounds like? — Oh man you crave for some food but it’s already 1 am? He will drive with you to the nearest 24h shop for you in his nice, big car and you are even allowed to eat in it ( not everyone is allowed to do it since it was expensive) and can decide what song to hear <3
— It’s just that you are the only person he loved ever so much and you are this person who can crack his hard shell, it just keeps him to get the respect at work and from strangers he needs
— when he is on a business trip, he likes to look at this polaroid picture he made of you and your smile always gives him comfort when he needs it. Softly strokes with his thumb on your cheeks of the picture and smiles to himself. He just misses his wife so much </3 he kisses his ring and hopes that you meanwhile are sleeping like a queen on your king sized bed while he is trying to work at 11pm
When is he comes home from his trip, oh be prepared because he wants to be with you 24/7, he want to be in you 24/7, just to feel you this close. Big man is just so whipped and soft for you and wants your attention :(
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“Hmm-“ your husband hums while his tongue is exploring your mouth while he is on top of you while his forearms are holding his weights and you are lying under him and on your big, comfy bed. One of his hands is on your cheek and the other is exploring you body: from touching your breast, to your curves and then your side of your hip which he gives a big squeeze. He rubs his clothed erection to you already naked pussy, you are completely naked while he is still his suit which to be honest makes you more wet.
You couldn’t breath normally with how much he makes out with you, so passionate but also rough. “ Babe- pls”, you break the kiss while a little thread of salvia was still connected to your husband’s lips. He looks at you with so much love but also with lust in his eyes
He goes down so your noses are touching “ what is it, my love? Tell me what you want and I will give it you “ he mumbles quietly the promise while he sealed it with kissing your cheeks, nose, forehead and then your lips. He even rubs more his dick to your cunt, he knows what he is doing and you know too
“ Pls- fuck me” you look at him with big eyes, begging because you need more of him, you missed him so much while he was on his trip. You trust him fully and know that he wouldn’t do anything wrong but it still sometimes hurts to see when people flirt with him or when some are talking bad about your relationship, thinking it wouldn’t hold on long. But yet after years, he is still always there for you and only you. Your love to each other is promised with a ring and the love even got stronger through the years
And the same goes to him, he doesn’t want anybody else but you! And he doesn’t mind if he says and shows to you even if it’s the 100th time, he can always do it. He even sometimes has the thought of if he even deserves you and your love with how much he have been told that he can be a mean, scary man who can be harsh to others if needed.
But right now you have each other this is what it counts
He chuckles about how cute you are and ofc he will give it what you want. You see how he undresss himself from his suit, it makes you more impatient but the little show is worth it and especially when he starts rubbing his really hard dick on your clit and putting it slowly into you. While he puts it in, he massages your breast which makes you moan more, he surly knows that you are sensitive and had to smirk when he sees how he makes you feel good. He promises himself he is the only one who can see you like this, it’s just him and no one else can see you pretty like this. When his dick is completely in you, he carefully pushes some hair out of your sticky forehead, so he can look at your face. You are getting a bit embarrassed how intensive you husband is looking at your body and sees how messy and sweaty your are after the whole make out. Seeing your whole beautiful body that he can see everyday, every minute and every seconds
“My pretty wife” he says softly at you “ let me make love to you, alright pretty?”
You can only nod and put you arms around his neck. He starts softly fucking you and his head is near you ear so you can hear how good you make him feel “ Fuck- so tight and pretty for me” . You can only whimper while he starts more and more to fuck you brain out, only for you to babble Something about “ how good it feel” and “ more”
“ Fuck- babe pls- don’t stop” you cry out loud while gripping his strong forearm and scratching his back and pls don’t be scared to do it, it turns him more on <3
“ Yes, pretty girl. it’s okay mark me, show them I’m yours”. His trust becomes more rough “ Fukc come on me, pretty. Come on me, got it ?”
He goes down to bite your shoulder, you cry out more and having a rlly good orgasm
“ fuuuck-“ he groans and comes inside you while you come on his dick “ good girl, my good girl” when you reached your high and breathing heavily
He gives you some butterfly kisses on your neck, “ Wait, darling, it tickles “ you giggle while trying to push your husband away from the tickle “ hm come on, pretty. Don’t push your husband away” He chuckles a bit. He truly missed you and he looks at you once again with so much love. He can’t believe that he has you in his life and wished that he met you sooner. you both kissed one more time again but the kiss shows how much you missed each other and your love to the other one, long and passionate <3
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