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vannahfanfics · 2 years

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Clockwork

Word Count: 2070

Fluff, Domestic, Romance, Humor, Established Relationship

Summary: Wakatoshi's morning routines are like clockwork. They're always the same, rinse and repeat. However, this particular morning, the clock hands are spinning out of control, and Wakatoshi has no idea why. Why isn't Kiyoomi welcoming him home from his morning run?

Hello! Here is my story for the UshiSaku Exchange. I’m collecting rarepairs like crows collect shiny baubles <3

The horizon was aglow with the blush of dawn. The neighborhood houses and trees stood as dark black silhouettes against the gradient of soft hues of red, orange, yellow, and pink slowly painting the sky. The pale light daubed the wispy gray clouds hanging low in the atmosphere and caught on the misty raindrops falling from their swollen forms. The water coated the sidewalk in a fine layer, making the soles of Wakatoshi’s sneakers squeak with each step. The droplets splashed against his skin as he jogged along, except for where the mist coalesced in his hair like dewdrops clinging to a delicate spiderweb.

Wind, rain, snow, or sleet, Wakatoshi adhered to his daily exercise routine, and it always began with his morning jog. Like clockwork, he would always leave thirty minutes before the projected sunrise time. And like clockwork, just as the sun peeked over the rooftops and spilled its golden rays over the earth, Wakatoshi would arrive home to the apartment he shared with his boyfriend, Kiyoomi Sakusa. And, like clockwork—

Wait. That’s not right, Wakatoshi blinked in confusion as he stood in the entryway of the apartment, still holding the doorknob with the key in the lock. The apartment was shrouded in the pre-dawn gloom, not illuminated by the light spilling out of the kitchen as Kiyoomi prepared breakfast like usual. The scent of mountain breeze from their plug-in air fresheners danced in the air, and though that was nice when mixed with the smell of the early morning rain, Wakatoshi had expected to be greeted by the robust aroma of freshly-brewed coffee. What was most jarring, however, was the eerie silence that pervaded the apartment. Kiyoomi always greeted him when he came home, like clockwork.

It was like the clock had stopped ticking altogether, leaving Wakatoshi in this strange, unsettling limbo.

Wakatoshi glanced down at the floor. Kiyoomi’s shoes were still there, so he hadn’t left. And he was also an early riser like Wakatoshi; it was highly unlikely that he’d fallen back asleep. So where was he?

“Kiyoomi?” he called reluctantly into the gloom while he pulled the apartment key out of the lock and swung the door shut behind him. There was no response, only the click of the door. The quiet made it sound ominously loud, heightening the sense of anxiety slowly creeping into the back of Wakatoshi’s mind. “Kiyoomi? You here?” he called once more as he pulled off his sneakers and set them neatly next to his boyfriend’s. Nothing seemed disturbed and the door had been locked, so it didn’t seem like anything bad had happened. But the remote possibility always existed, and there was something about the stillness that just made Wakatoshi feel uneasy.

Just as the hairs on the back of his neck began to rise, he heard Kiyoomi call out to him from the back of the apartment.

“Yeesh,” Wakatoshi exhaled breezily while he shook his head. He hadn’t realized he was all tensed up, but his body sagged as relief flooded through him. “What took him so long to answer? Maybe he really did fall back asleep,” he murmured to himself as he walked down the hall. The mystery only deepened when he arrived at their bedroom door to find it closed.

“Kiyoomi? You okay?” he called softly. Kiyoomi didn’t respond, but Wakatoshi did hear the unmistakable sound of the bedsheets rustling. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well? Wakatoshi looked down as he twisted the doorknob, finding that it turned easily. “Kiyoomi, I’m coming in,” he announced, then pushed the bedroom door open and stepped inside.

Wakatoshi didn’t have to look any further than the big lump under the comforter. Equal parts amused and concerned, he walked up to the side of the bed to gently grasp the edge of the thick blanket. “Kiyoomi? Are you sick?” he asked as he began to pull it back. To his shock, however, Kiyoomi’s slim hand shot out from underneath the dark fabric to stubbornly shove it back up before Wakatoshi could even pull it past the messy curls crowning his head.

“What the—Omi?” Wakatoshi sputtered in shock. “What’s going on?”

The lump under the covers wiggled and became more compact as Kiyoomi curled himself up into a ball. He still refused to answer, and it left Wakatoshi just standing there with his mouth agape while he struggled to put the precious few puzzle pieces together in his head. He tried to pull the covers down again, and he gasped when Kiyoomi’s hand shot out like a snake to slap his fingers away.

“‘M not sick,” Kiyoomi’s muffled voice grumped. “‘M mad at you.”

“What? Mad?” Wakatoshi snorted in disbelief. “What are you mad at me for?” Seriously, he had no clue. Wakatoshi considered himself pretty sensitive when it came to things like that, but as he replayed the events of the morning, he couldn’t find any reason that Kiyoomi would be angry. If he was mad, though, he sure wanted to know why so he could fix it. “Come on, Omi, talk to me,” Wakatoshi insisted while nudging the mass of blankets with his knee.

There was a second of silence, followed by the rustle of the bedsheets. Kiyoomi’s pale fingers appeared out from underneath the thick comforter, then pulled them down just far enough to reveal Kiyoomi’s bed-mussed shock of dark hair and his equally black eyes. Wakatoshi was surprised to find them hard and full of irritation, rather than the soft, hazy orbs that usually greeted him in the morning. He really was mad at him!

Kiyoomi glared at him for several moments. His eyebrows slowly narrowed as he stared, making sweat bead on Wakatoshi’s forehead as the anxiety began to mount within him again. Kiyoomi inhaled sharply through his nose, then grunted, “You didn’t give me a good morning kiss.”

“I—wait, what?”

Wakatoshi gaped down at Kiyoomi incredulously, while Kiyoomi’s thick eyebrows just pulled together until there was a crease in his brow. His onyx-black eyes hardened with a mixture of disappointment and irritation; then, with a huff, he yanked the comforter back over his head. The movement was enough to draw Wakatoshi out of his stunned stupor, and he grabbed ahold of the thick blanket to adamantly tug it down again.

“That’s what you’re mad about?” he exclaimed. This time, he was able to overpower Kiyoomi’s grip on the blanket, pulling it all the way down to his chest. The action reveal the deep frown pulling at his lover’s lips and the stony hardness of his tensed jaw. “Omi—” Wakatoshi couldn’t help the laughter that bled into his voice; this entire situation was entirely absurd.

Of course, Kiyoomi didn’t appreciate that.

“Yes, that’s what I’m mad about,” he snapped, as if it were a perfectly reasonable thing to be cross over, and Wakatoshi was an asshole for not realizing that. With another huff, he crossed his arms, making the comforter slip down further over his bare chest. “You always give me a good morning kiss when you wake up to go for your jog. Only this time you didn’t.”

“I—You were asleep!” Wakatoshi squawked. To be fair, the good morning kiss was yet another cog in the intricate mechanism of Wakatoshi’s daily routine, so he couldn’t blame Kiyoomi for noticing its absence, if he had in fact been awake after all. But to be this upset about it? He’d never known Kiyoomi to be this dramatic about something so simple!

However, if there was one unequivocal truth about Kiyoomi Sakusa, it was that he was not a morning person. One time, they’d awoken to find that they were out of coffee. Kiyoomi’s mood had been so foul that morning that it was a wonder the milk didn’t curdle and the food rot on their plates.

Still, Wakatoshi couldn’t help but find the entire situation ridiculous. He tried to stifle his rising laugh with his hand. The action in itself was damning enough, prompting Kiyoomi to snort in derision.

“And? That’s no excuse.”

“I—” Wakatoshi tried to placate his irritated boyfriend, but the laugh finally snuck out in the form of a loud, piggish snort.

Kiyoomi’s expression instantly turned thunderous.

“Stop laughing! I’m serious!” he barked. “You have ruined my morning!”

“I’m sorry,” Wakatoshi said, but it didn’t sound very convincing when it was squeezed out between barely-suppressed laughter. But he was sorry. Even if it was in a ludicrous manner, he didn’t like upsetting his boyfriend. So, when Kiyoomi went to snatch the covers and pull them over his head again, Wakatoshi prevented him from doing so. He put one knee on the edge of the bed to give him leverage to lean over Kiyoomi, eyes glittering and an amused smile curling at his lips. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, much more genuinely this time. “Really.”

“Tch,” Kiyoomi tutted and averted his gaze. However, Wakatoshi knew that it was just a vain attempt to hide the fact that Kiyoomi was falling prey to his charms. A rosy blush began to dust his pale cheeks as his fingers twitched at the hem of the comforter and his eyes looked everywhere but up into his boyfriend’s face. “It’s not gonna be that easy.”

Wakatoshi smirked. It sounded more like Kiyoomi was trying to convince himself of that.

“Oh?” Wakatoshi purred, deciding to play along with Kiyoomi’s dramatics. After all, it was so rare that Kiyoomi got in a fuss about anything; seeing him flustered was madly entertaining.

“Yeah,” Kiyoomi bit back, finally mustering the courage to meet Wakatoshi’s gaze. The hardness he’d tried to instill in his eyes instantly cracked under Wakatoshi’s warm stare, and Kiyoomi bit down on his lip. It was a nervous gesture that Wakatoshi had always found endearing. “Y-yeah,” he repeated in a shaky breath. “You can’t just… apologize and make it all better.”

Wakatoshi felt that he very much could, but where was the fun in that?

“Ah? So you want me to make it up to you, is that it?” Wakatoshi murmured in a low, gravelly voice. He sneered in satisfaction at the little shiver that gripped Kiyoomi’s body; Kiyoomi could play at being a brat all he wanted, but the reality was that Wakatoshi knew precisely what made him tick. He also knew that Kiyoomi was stubborn to a fault, so he wasn’t shocked when Kiyoomi frowned adamantly and nodded, despite the fact that his face was now a bright shade of crimson.

“Y-you can try,” came the surly reply.

“How about…” Wakatoshi trailed off as he cocked his head to the side in thought. After a few moments of contemplation, an idea hatched in his head, and his mischievous grin slowly returned. When he looked back down at Kiyoomi, he was wide-eyed with curiosity. “How about a kiss for every minute I’ve been gone?”

“It’s been half an hour…”

“So that would make it thirty kisses,” Wakatoshi answered matter-of-factly.

“Thirty kisses,” Kiyoomi breathed, his face lighting up with delight. He then seemed to remember that he was supposed to be angry, so he wiped the pleased smile off his face and replaced it with the same surly pout he’d been wearing for the past couple minutes. He cleared his throat and then muttered, “Th-that’s a start.”

“A start, huh?” Wakatoshi chuckled. “And here I thought I was being generous.”

“I told you, you ruined my morning,” Kiyoomi sniffed. “It’s gonna take a lot to make up for that.”

“Well, then, I suppose I’d better get started,” was all Wakatoshi said before he was leaning down, closing the distance between their faces to press a kiss to Kiyoomi’s pouting lips. Despite all his grandstanding, Kiyoomi instantly melted into Wakatoshi, a pleased hum vibrating in his chest. Wakatoshi smiled against his mouth, half-tempted to count out loud to tease Kiyoomi some more. He decided against it. If he went a little past thirty kisses, well… he doubted Kiyoomi would mind.

Ninety-nine percent of Wakatoshi’s mornings were like clockwork, the same routine, the same events played on loop. However, there was that one percent, that jam in the cogs that made everything come to a juddering stop and locked up the clock, making time stand still. The world moved around them, but Wakatoshi and Kiyoomi stayed in their own little world, too busy savoring one another to care about the passage of time. And Wakatoshi didn’t mind that one little bit.

#ushisaku #ushijima x sakusa #sakusa x ushijima #wakatoshi ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #haikyuu #haikyuu!!

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kteabug · 2 years

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one step left before goodbye

Summary: Just another meeting during divorce proceedings.

Pairing: Ushijima x Sakusa

Word Count: 466

Warnings: Slight angst. Mentions of divorce/break-up.

A/N: I don’t know where this came from, but here we are. Also to keep on brand - new pairings always get angst the first time around lol

Cli-ck. Cli-ck. Cli-ck.

The slow clicking of Sakusa’s pen is the only sound filling the dimly-lit dining room. The six-person dining table seems awfully larger than usual with both of them sitting at each end.

“Thoughts on the apartments?” Ushijima’s calm and steady voice cuts through the silence.

Sakusa takes a deep breath, “we can either take the ones in our respective cities or just sell them.”

The atmosphere feels heavy suddenly - neither option really feels right. Either stay at a place full of years worth of memories while moving on without the other or just sell all those memories as if they never meant anything.

“Selling would be easier.” He pauses, “at least the Tokyo one due to the upcoming…transfer.”

Sakusa forces a neutral expression to remain on his face, “of course. Let’s just sell both.”

It’s not that he hasn’t heard Ushi was going to a Polish team though it had been from teammates, sports broadcasters, and various magazine articles. But hearing it from the source, from Ushijima himself, it makes his stomach sink like lead. It somehow makes this experience feel more real, more painful than previously.

For the next half hour, similar questions are exchanges between the two:

Should we just sell the furniture in each apartment?

Is there anything that you want from the Tokyo apartment?

Do you plan to sell your car? If not, we can just take my name off the title.

Do you want the tea set we got from our wedding?

How had it gotten to this point? How did they go from madly in love and unable to keep their hands off each other to cold shoulders and meetings arranged by third parties? What changed so much in the last ten years that caused the two to regress back to less than even friends?

Ushijima taps the stack of papers against the wooden surface, pulling Sakusa from his thoughts. “The lawyers say for both of us to sign this even though it’s considered unofficial.”

Sakusa just nods, heart aggressively thumping against his ribs as his mouth dries. He knows his voice will crack if he tries to speak.

“Of course you’ll be able to review the official drawn up ones before signing.” He swallows thickly, “I’m not going to pull one over on you…I wouldn’t do that.”

“I know.” And he does. Despite the way things are going, he knows Ushijima is still the kind and considerate man he fell for back during high school. Maybe that’s what makes this all so hard because if Ushi had become someone he hated it would’ve been easier. All of it would have been - the separation, the divorce, and the bold words staring up at him from the stack of papers now in front of him: Dissolution of Property.

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#haikyuu #ushisaku #Ushijima Wakatoshi #sakusa kiyoomi #ushijima x sakusa #ushisaku angst

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lumiinix · 1 year

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You like to call your boyfriend cute when you talk about him to your coworkers, saying things like: “He’s so cute, he cooks for me all the time!” or “My boyfriend just bought me this flower bouquet for our date! Isn’t he the cutest?” and it planted an image into your coworkers mind of your boyfriend being this soft looking guy. So they definitely didn’t expect a tall muscular guy with a face that literally embodies “if looks could kill” to walk into the building claiming to be your boyfriend and that you had asked him to pick you up. But it did help a little when you run into his arms telling how much you miss him and for a moment, they catch his hard face turned soft. Ok maybe he was a little cute.

-Sakusa, Ushijima, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

#lumi:post!#hq #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fluff #ushijima x reader #ushijima fluff #kageyama x reader #kageyama fluff #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fluff

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wake-uptoreality · 1 year

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You always liked the thought of 'your moles being where your lover kissed you the most in your past life'. When you innocently tell him that, he grabs your hand pulling you closer to his chest. "Like this, baby?" He murmurs as he starts kissing every inch of your face where your beauty marks are located. You furrow your eyebrows, clenching his shirt with shaky hands. He goes lower and lower, breathing on your neck at last, gulping the sweet smell of you perfume. "You are my past, present and future love, never forget that" he grumbles "...now should we find your other moles too, sweetheart?"

-> IWAIZUMI, ushijima, hinata, BOKUTO, sakusa, AKAASHI, aone, OSAMU.

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tiza0925 · 14 days

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Hello! I'm new to this but have you ever thought about any of your favorite characters while they're in the act and you look down at a certain part and they're so big on you that it scares you but they're pretty sure it could fit.I don't know if you could write something like that, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.

hellooo, absolutely love this prompt so much ty for this ♡

men that make it fit | 18+

warnings/tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, size difference, fingering, pet names, praise kink, squirting, raw sex, implied multiple orgasms, large cocks ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Big men who just cover your entire body with theirs when they’re on top of you.

Guys who make you feel so small when you’re on their lap, their hands are so damn big that they can cover your entire waist, legs, and hands—practically engulfing you.

Big men that just pin you to the mattress while making out with you, they’re so strong without needing to try, and you probably should feel scared by the difference in strengths but god—you feel so secure.

And you know he’ll take care of you even if he can hurt you sometimes—never on purpose unless you want it—because of how massive he is.

Guys who feel just a little bad when they hear you cry from them pushing their thick fingers inside you—stretching your poor cunt and making you leak all over his hand as he curls his fingers inside your plush walls, coaxing out a throbbing orgasm from you.

“Such a sweet little thing for me,” You hear him murmur, watching as your face twists with pleasure, and he can see the slight worry in your eyes as he fucks you with his fingers. “My baby is taking me so well already.”

But can you take his cock?

Fuck—what if it’s too big?

It must be—his fingers are already too much for you—his dick will be nearly impossible to fit inside you.

“You think you can be good and take my cock?” You whine, feeling heady and muddy as he pins both of your hands above your head on the bed, while his other hand continues to twist and curl inside you, his thumb pressing and rubbing your swollen clit. “I want to feel my favourite pussy, sweetheart.”

But you suck in a shaky breath, eyes wide and scared because you know you can’t fit all of him in, and he chuckles breathlessly as he kisses your lips so softly, making you melt against him.

“Don’t be scared,” He kisses your cheek, then gives your trembling lower lip a gentle pull with his mouth, trying to get you relaxed as he strums his fingers through your sopping folds, his voice low and deceptively soothing. “I’ll be gentle with you, okay?”

He always is—and that’s the thing.

No matter how gentle he tries to be—he still ends up stretching you so wide that you think you might actually split in half, the sting of him inside you being too much that you cry sometimes.

He kisses you, and reassures you, hand running up and down your body to spread goosebumps all over your skin.

Then he’s pushing his pants off to let his fat cock bounce free—it lands on your belly, all hot and heavy, and your breath hitches as electricity sparks through your body—and your heart rate doubles with every passing moment, just waiting for him to stuff you with his cock.

“Relax for me,” He says while guiding his dick to slide between your plush pussy, letting your slick folds hug his length and coat them in juices as he rocks his hips—his cock head bumping against your clit every time his hips are flushed against yours.

“You feel that, baby?” Your lashes flutter, your eyes half-lidded as he works you up, making your cunt pulse as he glides his heavy cock over it. “You’re gonna be so good and fit all of me, okay?”

You gulp, but you still nod—because you want to be good for him.

You want to feel him and make him feel good.

And he watches you, focused, taking in every twitch of your features as he slowly pushes the head of his dick inside you—his eyes alight with heat when he sees the way your mouth pops open with a gasp, already feeling the intense stretch of him.

“You’re okay, baby,” he shushes you, sliding his hands under your thighs to guide them around his waist, and you whine as you hook your arms around his neck, bringing him closer, sloppily kissing him as he waits for you to adjust. “You feel so tight already—fuck—”

He groans, his voice vibrating against you, and you begin to breathe heavily as he pushes his fat cock into you—making you feel every agonizing inch as your pussy struggles to swallow him whole.

“I—“ Your sentence gets cut short as you choke, already feeling him in your lungs and he’s only halfway in, “I can’t—”

“You can,” One of his hands comes up to swipe a fallen tear on your cheek with his thumb, while his other hand pins you to the bed by the waist. “I know you can, baby, you always did before.”

Which is true—you always did but—

It’s just so fucking big—holy shit—

You bite your lip, and your eyes squeeze shut as you try your hardest to relax—your fluids being pushed out as he lodges his dick inside your warm, plush walls, causing a wet mess all over your thighs and bed.

You hold him as if you’re clinging onto dear life—taking all of him as he kisses you through it—until his hips finally press against your ass, his cock so deep that your limbs grow numb and you swear you can orgasm already.

“There you go, sweetheart,” He purrs, waiting a moment as your pussy throbs around him, feeling abused and soaked, and he smiles down at you so achingly soft. “Taking me all like a good girl for me.”

Then he pulls back—

“Oh god—” And you keen when he rocks his hips forward, sliding his cock along your walls, and he sets a pace of fucking you—getting you wet and your eyes to roll back as he becomes greedy with your pussy.

“Look, baby,” He grunts, thrusting his cock in and out, his length coming out slick and creamy from your arousal, and he grips your face—fingers squishing your cheeks—to make you look down. “Look how well you’re taking me.”

Your vision is foggy, you’re barely able to comprehend anything except for the dick inside your sore cunt, and you blink blearily as you try to look at what he wants you to see and—

Fuck.

You watch the way his cock disappears into your pussy, his girth forcing its way into you—and you let out a shaky breath at the way you’re taking it all in.

Just like he said you would.

“Told you I’ll make it fit, sweetheart, I always do,” You hear him murmur, and you force yourself to relax into a ragged breath as your limps melt into the mattress beneath you.

You feel like you’re being split in half as he fucks you over and over, bringing you higher and higher until you’re cumming all over him—gushing out liquid as you squirt on his cock with a wet moan, his name on your tongue—

And he takes good care of you throughout it all. His aftercare overwhelms you with cuddles of love and affirmation.

He loves you too much, anyway.

End.

Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, Atsumu, Suna, Gojo, Choso, Sakusa, Geto, Sukuna, Nanami, Akaza, Oda, Kuroo, Hinata, plus any of your fav characters ♡

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omitea · 1 month

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𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

he loves waking up next to you, the warm sun shining on your entangled bodies through the curtains as you finally stir awake. his eyes are puffy and weary with sleep as he grins lazily at you. he looks so peaceful that you can’t help but place a delicate kiss on his beautiful- yet adorable nose. the action causes him to pull you impossibly closer as he mumbles a deep, “good morning, sweetheart,” in the crook of your neck.

and you think for a brief moment that maybe you should cancel your plans and stay in bed with him for the rest of the day.

| kuroo, OSAMU, iwaizumi, USHIJIMA, akaashi, sakusa |

| NANAMI, gojo, geto, higuruma |

©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀. please refrain from stealing my works !

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semifilms · 3 months

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SEMI, SUGAWARA, osamu, IWAIZUMI, sakusa, ARAN, USHIJIMA, tsukishima, konoha, KAGEYAMA, kiyoko, KITA, KYOTANI, aone, saeko

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teamatsumu · 8 months

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kinktober 2023 - haikyuu edition

So here is the complete masterlist i did for kinktober 2023, and it is an all haikyuu special! I’m excited to share all these with you and I hope you like them!

Day 1: THIGH RIDING - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 2: THREESOME - Bokuto Koutaro x reader x Akaashi Keiji

Day 3: PHONE SEX - Oikawa Tooru x reader

Day 4: SHOWER/TUB - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Day 5: MUTUAL MASTURBATION - Kageyama Tobio x reader

Day 6: ORAL - Terushima Yuuji x reader

Day 7: ORGASM DENIAL - Matsukawa Issei x reader

Day 8: DOMINATION - Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Day 9: SKINNY DIPPING - Hinata Shoyo x reader

Day 10: VIDEO TAPING - Suna Rintarou x reader

Day 11: STRANGERS - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

Day 12: PUBLIC PLAY - Tendou Satori x reader

Day 13: GROUP SEX - Seijoh 4 x reader

Day 14: AGE DIFFERENCE - Ukai Keishin x reader

Day 15: MORNING SEX - Bokuto Koutaro x reader

Day 16: DADDY - Miya Osamu x reader

Day 17: DIRTY TALK - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 18: HAIR PULLING - Kozume Kenma x reader

Day 19: SPANKING - Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

Day 20: SCRATCHING - Bokuto Koutaro x reader

Day 21: WINDOW - Suna Rintarou x reader

Day 22: KNOT - Miya Osamu x reader

Day 23: VOYEURISM - Kageyama Tobio x reader x Oikawa Tooru

Day 24: CAR - Miya Atsumu x reader

Day 25: COCKWARMING - Sugawara Koushi x reader

Day 26: DEGRADATION - Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

Day 27: HATE SEX - Kuroo Tetsuro x reader

Day 28: DOUBLE PENETRATION - Kita Shinsuke x reader x Miya Osamu

Day 29: BRAT TAMING - Kita Shinsuke x reader

Day 30: OVERSTIMULATION - Sugawara Koushi x reader

Day 31: BREEDING KINK - Miya Osamu x reader

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hellomayu · 1 year

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intense match 🏐

#haikyuu!!#ushisaku #sakuushi #ushijima wakatoshi #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu art #haikyuu fanart #ushijima x sakusa

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t0fud4m4n · 11 months

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i hate doing bgs

#ushisaku #haikyu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima x sakusa #sakusa x ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu wakatoshi #wakatoshi ushijima #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #haikyuu sakusa #lolita #sweet lolita #sailor lolita

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kleftiko · 9 months

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❦ ASKING THEM FOR A BABY

cw: mature themes, fem!reader, pregnancy, language cause i got a potty mouth

yes, there are boys in multiple spots lol

KUROKO NO BASKET

♡ automatic response is: “we’ll stop by the store tomorrow, m’kay?” before he realizes what you said and completely shuts down imagining the two of you raising a child

— akaashi, iwaizumi, kageyama, hinata, kenma

♡ suggests ‘practise’ rounds, cause he’s a horny bastard, then probably develops a breeding kink from said ‘practise’ rounds lol

— kuroo, atsumu, suna, tendo

♡ whips out the scrapbook he’s been working on with baby names, colours for the nursery, recipes for soft foods, and clothing catalogs: major baby fever

— oikawa, bokuto, kita, ushijima (i find this hilarious)

♡ has a mature conversation with you about what you both want that leads into soft and passionate lovemaking (bow chicka bow wow)

— osamu, sakusa, daichi, kita, akaashi, ushijima, tsukishima

bonus:

♡ probably accidentally knocked you up anyway

— bokuto, atsumu, tendo

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sunarc · 10 months

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Look at me, Look at me

MDNI 18+

CW: Forced eye contact

Boys who like to fuck you in missionary because they get to watch the way you fall apart on their cock. One hand holds your jaw keeping you in place while the other pins your hands together above your head. He’s focused as he stares at you with lust pooling in his eyes. His cock plunges in and out of you leaving you withering beneath him. Your eyes flutter open and shut as the pleasure overtakes you. His grip on your jaw tightens.

“Keep your eyes on me doll” he demands.

You feel weak from his thrust. You manage to open your eyes just enough to look up at him. His stare is unfaltering. You feel yourself growing shy under his stare. Your eyes glide down his body, watching the way his abs flex with each thrust.

“Look at me” He growls “Now”

You whine at his demand. He likes to watch every emotion that crosses your face. He loves the way your nose scrunches up just a bit whenever he pushes his cock deeper between your folds. The whimpers you let out along with the tears forming on your waterline leave him yearning for you more and more by the second.

“You want to cum on my cock don’t you?”

You nod your head vigorously. Your brain feels clouded with thoughts of only him.

“Please” you slur out

“Then keep those pretty eyes on me.”

Your eyes manage to meet his. Your nails dig into the palms of your hands. His cock stretches you out so perfectly. The way he feels inching into you, cock massaging your gummy walls leaves you feeling weak. Your legs tremble as his thrust picks up speed.

“Please, Please, Please” you were begging for a release.

“Go ahead doll, make a mess on my cock, just keep your eyes on me while you do it”

Toji, Matsukawa, Osamu, Sukuna, Daichi, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Getou, Tsukishima, Akaashi, Tendou, Nanami, Sakusa, Ushijima (I said what I said)

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୨♡୧ SWEET NOTHINGS — aftercare with the hq boys.

featuring. miya osamu, suna rintaro, ushijima wakatoshi, sakusa kiyoomi

warnings. f!reader, no explicit smut (still, mdni), food (not used sexually), implied creampie, bathing together, tons of after-sex intimacy. all characters written 18+.

₊˚ପ⊹ MIYA OSAMU

osamu is a firm believer that the best thing one can do for their body after any strenuous activity, including sex, is to replenish it with food before allowing it to rest. he feeds you often but something feels different about doing the same thing only after sex. it makes for a much more intimate scene, he thinks, being able to share food with his lover after being so vulnerable with each other. it’s yet another way of showing his love for you.

• • •

“what’s on today’s menu?” you ask, sitting up as osamu returns from his quick venture to the kitchen. from behind his back, he reveals the carton of strawberries the two of you picked out from the market this morning. he gently shakes the container, “these sound good?”

you nod enthusiastically, waving him over to join you in bed. his feet carry him to the mattress and he plops down next to you with a comfortable sigh. you watch patiently as he pops open the plastic, fingers hovering above the fruit in search of the best of the batch. he picks the prettiest one he can find and holds the berry out to you, the palm of his other hand facing up beneath the first to serve as a sort of plate. “say ‘ah,’” he opens his mouth, hoping you’ll do the same.

a smile breaks out across your face before you follow his lead and open your mouth to take a bite. you hum as your cheeks tingle and the tartness of the fruit explodes on your tongue. osamu chuckles at your innocent reaction. it takes a moment before he becomes aware of the red-tinted juice dripping down his fingers. he pops them into his mouth before the trail of liquid can travel any farther, smiling around them as you happily bounce up and down on the bed.

₊˚ପ⊹ SUNA RINTARO

he’s never been one to take anything in life too seriously, but you’re one of the few exceptions to his carefree and jovial approach to living. sex with suna is rarely demanding but always passionate. even though he isn’t a particularly rough lover, rintaro acknowledges that you deserve some tending to after making love. in an attempt to keep the mood light, he keeps up his silly antics even while he’s taking care of you.

• • •

“nice game, mvp,” suna quips as he hands you the cold bottle of water he just grabbed from the fridge. a cheeky grin pulls at his lips upon seeing the way your eyebrows furrow while you take a swig of the beverage. you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before sarcastically responding, “your lame charm never fails to make me swoon.”

“you love it,” he argues, taking a seat on the edge of bed the beside you. you turn to him to find a pair of dull yellow eyes already staring back at you. suna smiles before leaning forward to cup your cheek and slot his lips against yours. the kiss is soft and slow, a perfect culmination to an exhausting night. despite his inability to take most things seriously, moments like these are all you need to know that, deep down, suna really cares about you. he pulls away with another of his signature smiles, his thumb and index finger pinching your cheek. “ready to hit the showers?”

you scoff, playfully slapping his hand away. “i can’t believe i let you have sex with me.”

₊˚ପ⊹ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

his touch is gentle and tender; it drastically differs from how he was handling you only moments ago. even though the two versions of wakatoshi are stark contrasts of each other, you’re more than familiar with the soft side of him that emerges after the both of you are worn out and sticky with each other’s cum. words of praise accompany every calculated stroke of the damp, warm washcloth he uses to clean you up.

• • •

“i wasn’t too rough, was i?” ushijima asks as he makes his way back to where you lie, returning from grabbing a few things from the bathroom. he settles on the mattress beside you with a couple of damped towels. dark olive eyes fall on you and you shake your head to gesture that you’re fine.

he nods, taking one of the folded cloths to pat away the sweat from your forehead. nimble fingers brush away any stray strands of hair sticking to your face and you lean into the warmth of his touch. a small smile graces his lips upon seeing how content you are. as much as he’d love to spend the rest of the night with you in his arms, he has to finish getting you cleaned up.

reluctantly, wakatoshi pulls his hand away and reaches for another clean rag. he uses this one to carefully wipe any of the sticky release off of your thighs. you twitch at the contact, still sensitive from your previous activities. he’s told you many times before, but ushijima will never tire saying it. “you did so well, pretty girl.”

₊˚ପ⊹ SAKUSA KIYOOMI

the first thing he does as soon as you both finish is ask how you’re feeling; if you’re alright. as pleasurable as sex is, it can be just as fatiguing. no matter your answer, sakusa’s routine rarely strays; there’s always a warm bath with essential oils waiting for you on nights when the two of you end up naked and tangled in each other’s arms. his ultimate goal is to help you wind down and assure that you’re comfortable.

• • •

“feeling okay?” sakusa’s voice, albeit fairly quiet, startles you. the soft rumble you feel transfer from his chest to your back is somehow simultaneously surprising and comforting. it wasn’t difficult to begin to drift off in the tub filled with warm, bubbly water, the scent of lavender wafting throughout the steamy air.

you hum in satisfaction, letting your eyelids flutter closed once more. you won’t fall asleep this time. “better than okay.”

kiyoomi can hear the exhaustion lingering in your voice. he can feel you melting into it under the pads of his fingers as he massages the supple skin of your thighs. he finished washing you up a few minutes ago but you looked so tranquil that he couldn’t find it in him to move you. you’ll have to get out soon if you don’t want your skin to grow pruney, but sakusa decides to warrant you and himself a little longer in your peaceful bubble.

strong arms pull you closer into his chest, sending a ripple throughout the water. he rests his chin on your shoulder, pressing a light kiss to the pulse on your throat. you giggle, wet hand breaking the surface to cradle the side of his face. “perfect,” you whisper.

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