#with the occasional tendou

[danishima]

I always come back to hq middle blockers

#my search history consists of #Tsukishima #suna #and kuroo #with the occasional tendou

[thegreatpeanut]

about the way we dream, and live, and love, during this time of our lives called "high school"

My 2024 HQ calendar <School Days> is available for preorder!

thegreatpeanut.bigcartel.com

Aahhh it's been 2 years since my last mp100 calendar project. I really didn’t think it would take this long to complete this new one, but I wanted to take my time to make sure I can really put in the love that this series deserves ;-;

one of my favourite things about haikyuu (and sports anime in general) is the feeling of being in high school and living your day to day with those who are chasing the same dream with you, together. So although this is a haikyuu fanwork calendar, I've put a lot of my feelings about adolescence into it which I hope can be felt universally.

I hope you will be reminded of that springtime SEISHUN feeling of youth throughout 2024 with this calendar !!

I've also updated my shop with lots of new stuff! Thank you very much for checking it out!

#haikyuu #hq #boosts appreciated! #I haven't been super active on this site but #occasionally I lurk ur tags and giggle to myself ;w; #thank you so much for enjoying my work! #I'm really happy with each and every one of the pieces I made for this little personal project #I would complete an illustration once every couple months #and I'm glad I did because each piece was made with love and never out of stress #I hope it can be felt! #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #miya atsumu #miya osamu #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #bkak #kagehina #tendou satori #ushijima wakatoshi #replies #iwaoi #actually there are too many characters and I'm tired of tagging #ushiten #kozume kenma #kuroken

[stawbeemilk]

⤷ insecurities they think are beautiful; part 2 – hq

✩ characters: various

✩ warnings: none

✩ a/n: i've been super busy with work but i'm finally back! i decided to write a part 2 to this bc i've been feeling pretty down lately. but yeah these are once again all things i personally struggle with or have struggled with in the past ◡̈

⭑ bare face

every time he gets the opportunity to see you without makeup, he swears he feels his heart beat twice as fast. of course he appreciates all the time and effort it takes for you to do your makeup, but he just thinks there's something so intimate about seeing you fresh out of the shower, your hair still damp and your face entirely bare. he doesn't miss the way you tend to avoid eye contact, how you shy away from him and subconsciously try to hide your face, and it makes his heart sink because how do you not realise how cute you are? his favourite part of the day is waking up next to you and getting to see your pretty face, imperfections and all— it never fails to make his heart flutter.

⤷ hinata, fukunaga, iwaizumi, tendou, suna, osamu, ennoshita

⭑ messy hair

he thinks your unruly hair is adorable. he knows that it can sometimes make you feel a little self-conscious, worrying that you don't look presentable with your hair a mess and finding yourself becoming frustrated with it because of how long you spend trying to style it in the morning, but he loves the way it sets you apart from everyone else. he might occasionally tease you about it, but it's always intended to be lighthearted and he never means anything by it. likes to ruffle your hair for his own amusement, making it even messier than it is already and enjoying the way you pout at him and try to smooth it down.

⤷ kuroo, tsukishima, matsukawa, yaku, akaashi, daishou, hoshiumi

⭑ beauty marks

he finds himself drawn to the pretty marks on your face, unable to take his eyes off you because you're so beautiful. whenever he goes to kiss you he always starts off by letting his lips trail over the points of your face where your marks reside, before softly pressing them against your own. he loves how unique they make you look, and he thinks they compliment your features perfectly. it makes him so sad when he sees you trying to cover them up with makeup, and the fact that you don't see them the way he does genuinely hurts him. he loves the idea that your beauty marks are where your lover kissed you the most during your past life, and he likes to kiss them in hopes that he'll be leaving those marks on you in your next life too.

⤷ sugawara, kai, oikawa, tanaka, konoha, kita, hirugami, asahi

⭑ cellulite

he loves to randomly grab your thighs at any chance he gets, enjoying the way the supple flesh feels under his palms. he thinks you look amazing in thigh high socks and cute little skirts, and whenever he sees the small amount of pudge at the top of your socks he'll definitely have a hard time keeping his hands to himself. to be honest he probably didn't even realise you had cellulite until you pointed it out to him, too preoccupied with how absolutely gorgeous you look to notice such a small detail. reminds you that it's completely normal and natural, and will reassure you that he thinks it's beautiful as many times as it takes until you start to believe him.

⤷ daichi, bokuto, yamamoto, kyotani, atsumu, nishinoya, meian

⭑ being thin

he honestly can't understand why you don't like your body, because in his eyes you're literally perfect. he knows that you tend to wear baggier clothing most of the time, the loose fabric swallowing up your figure and concealing the parts you dislike the most about yourself, but he would be lying if he said he didn't love those days when it's really hot outside and you opt for something that's a little more revealing than usual. he adores the way tighter clothes look on you, and the way they show off and accentuate your beautiful figure. he thinks you look so pretty and delicate, and the fact you're smaller than him makes him swoon.

⤷ kageyama, kenma, hanamaki, sakusa, yamaguchi, goshiki, kunimi

⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!

#★彡 elle’s writings .ᐟ #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #various x reader #haikyuu various x reader #iwaizumi x reader #suna x reader #osamu x reader #kuroo x reader #tsukishima x reader #akaashi x reader #sugawara x reader #oikawa x reader #bokuto x reader #atsumu x reader #kenma x reader #sakusa x reader

[rae-writes]

nsfw 

The thumping music vibrates the floor, sending a nice strum through everyone. The air is hot and thick around the packed dance area but thins out to a nice, cool temperature the further away you get. Alcohol and sweat are the main scents tonight, and with the increasing amount of grinding bodies, it’s clear no one seems to care.

It makes for easy cover; no one bats an eye at your chosen seat of straddling his lap, nor does anyone blink at the sight of your hips leisurely grinding against his. It’s happening in every corner, light and dark, of the club so it’s quite the common scene— except that underneath your dark skirt, his cock is neatly nestled inside you.

The difference makes adrenaline pump through your veins, prompting your hips to move just a tiny bit faster. His hands create a path of tingly heat on every inch of skin he grabs at and the sounds of his breathless moans sends your eyes rolling white. Your hands grip his shoulders tightly, nails digging in, and you can’t help but start to bounce on his cock instead of grind.

The instant shot of pleasure up your spine is addictive, making you work harder and harder. It’s clear to anyone who looks over at the two of you what’s happening- you aren’t trying to hide the way you’re riding your man.

And he isn’t trying to hide his pleased grunts and occasional moans. The wide-eyed looks from the people who glance over don’t bother him in the slightest. I mean, why would he stop you when you’re clearly having such a good time?

HAWKS, DABI, Kirishima, SHOTO, BAKUGO, Aizawa, AOMINE, IMAYOSHI, Wakamatsu, Himuro, DAZAI, CHUUYA, Fyodor, Nikolai, ATSUMU, IWAIZUMI, SUNA, Kyoutani, Semi, TENDOU, Kenma, Yaku, KUROO, SANZU, [Bonten+Original]MIKEY, DRAKEN, Baji, Ryusei, Rin+Ran, HANMA, Shisui, SASUKE, Naruto, SHIKAMARU, Sai, Sasori, Kankuro

#mha x reader #mha smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #knb x reader #knb smut #bsd x reader #bsd smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq x reader #tr smut #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev smut #tokyo revengers x reader #naruto smut #naruto x reader

[moonswolfie]

The HQ!! boys with an S/O who has a sweet tooth

Part 1 (you're here) / Part 2

reader is gender neutral but is described as cute a lot

Decided to write something short and sweet haha

This is, you guessed it, a bit self indulgent, although not as much as usual

Characters featured: Kageyama, Tsukishima, Kuroo, Lev, Atsumu, Ushijima, Tendou, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Nishinoya

Kageyama Tobio

he's the type of person to not get the appeal of sweet things and rarely eats them

so he is a little confused on why you like them so much

but he sees the way you smile when you eat them and that makes him feel oddly happy himself

when you're eating sweets, he'll just stare at you with a slight blush and say nothing (the poor awkward boy is smitten for u and can't admit it🤭)

if you two ever argue, he will quietly offer you your favourite cake or other pastry as a peace offering the next day

Tsukishima Kei

you know damn well this tsundere would hide the fact he likes sweets too

if you offered him some, he would initially decline but then "give up and accept it" (even tho he lowkey wanted to try it from the very beginning 😏)

when you found out that his favourite food is strawberry shortcake he was embarrased of it but you just laughed at him in a lighthearted manner for being so worried about you finding out

In fact, you were happy that he shares your passion for sweets🍰❤

after that, the two of you would visit cafés together and eat your favourite pastries

Kuroo Tetsuro

he will occasionally tease you about all your teeth rotting away if you keep eating all those sweets

and yet he will always casually bring you something sweet from the vending machine and then watch you eat it with a smile on his face

but he does make you exercise with him sometimes (and drags kenma along too so you both can suffer together)

will invite you to your favourite place after finals to celebrate and eat cakes together

he just can't help but spoil you with sweets 🤭💗

Haiba Lev

he thinks you look really cute when enjoying sweets, so much so that he'll give you something sweet and then stare at you expectantly until you eat it (and he has the cutest smile on his face when you do)

sometimes he'll steal a bit of your candy saying he just couldn't resist

since he sucks at baking himself, he sometimes asks Alisa to help him bake cookies for you

those cookies are baked with the sweetest puppy love ever I tell you😤

Miya Atsumu

he would insult you for eating so many sweets (though a lot less harshly than he would insult Osamu for doing the same)

even tho he lowkey loves the way your eyes light up when you see your favourite pastry

he might or might not scream into his pillow when thinking about your happy face stuffed full of cake (one time Osamu caught him and he denies it to this day 😒)

is really picky about the sweets he'll surprise you with for valentines day, he wants the best only for u💛

Ushijima Wakatoshi

only ever eats dark chocolate (90% cacao at that)💀

tells you you'll get fat if you keep eating so much sweets and sometimes prevents you from eating them

even if he does it in a harsh way, he really cares about you and wants you to stay healthy so you can live long and share many memories with him

when you try to explain to him the appeal of sweets, he'll just say "But they are unhealthy." with the most straight unbothered face ever

(though he can't deny your little excited noises when eating sweets make him happy 😖💚)

Tendou Satori

shares your enthusiasm for sweets tenfold 🤎😉

you two are always hunting for new places to go try out sweets and then rating them together

spoils you with sweets and you spoil him back too (nothin like a little mutual spoiling, amirite?)

he makes you the best chocolates ever for valentines day and you always look forward to what kind of twist he's going to put on it every year

ICE CREAM DATES, ICE CREAM DATES 🗣🗣!!!

Iwaizumi Hajime

much like ushijima, he would worry for your health sometimes, although he would word things less harshly

and even so, he would sometimes buy you your favourite pastry just to see your face light up

what can I say, boy's gone soft for you and only you🥰

sometimes he lets you feed him cake and he looks embarrased but deep down he likes it a lot

also makes you exercise with him just to make sure you're staying healthy, he cares ❤

Sakusa Kiyoomi

does not like sweet things at all and doesn't get how you can like them so much

he doesn't talk to people who can't take care of themselves as he said himself so expect to exercise with him a lot (jeez, that's two in a row)

sometimes he can't help but indulge you and buy you something sweet and you always poke fun at his blush when he hands it to you (seriously, what happened to Mr "you have to exercise every day and refrain from eating sweet things because they are detrimental to your health 😐")

as long as you can prove you take good care of yourself, he will go to any place with you to watch you eat sweets

Nishinoya Yuu

when he finds out you like sweets, be prepared to recieve A LOT of them from then on

sometimes even you can't handle it and have to tell him to stop (to which he agrees.... and then comes back with something sweet like an hour later🤦‍♀️)

he just can't help it hehe you look too cute when eating sweets

buys you chocolate flavoured chapstick just so he can do the whole "does it actually taste like chocolate?" and when you offer it to him he kisses your lips instead thing 😙

#˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie's works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗ #a shit ton of tags lmao #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyū!! #kageyama fluff #kageyama x y/n #haikyuu x y/n #hcs #kageyama headcanons #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima x you #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo x reader #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #lev x reader #haiba lev x reader #lev haikyuu #lev haiba #atsumu miya #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #atsumu x reader #ushijima x you

[oh-katsuki]

bird of prey (tendou x reader)

series masterlist | ao3

Pairing: Tendou x Reader, Bokuto x Reader

Series Summary: Satori Tendou is your best friend, but you fuck for fun.

Chapter Title: Act I, Scene 1 — Play Like Lovers

Chapter Summary: Satori likes your current arrangement. You're friends, arguably the best of friends, and sometimes you fuck. Well, it's more than sometimes. Like rabbits, really.

Chapter Content Warnings: afab!reader, college au, friends with benefits, no strings attached, angst, oral sex (m!receiving), teasing, bokuto is in this too, ushijima mentions, mentions of breeding, mentions of pregnancy, slowish burn (?) they're already fucking tho so romantically speaking, teasing, dirty talk

Word Count: 6.7k

A/N: i missed tendou and ended up deciding to write this. i don't have any chapters prewritten so updates will likely be slow, but im trying out a new thing so bear with me. it's probably better read on ao3, but im posting it here too. formatting is the bane of my existence. enjoy <3

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Satori likes the cold. He always has. He likes the bite of it. The way it makes his skin feel when he’s been standing outside long enough that the cold begins to feel hot across his cheeks.

There’s a certain solitude to winter that Satori appreciates. It’s as if the world has had a blanket thrown over it and everything becomes muffled and quiet. Sometimes winter makes Satori feel like he’s on another planet, floating through a silent universe in a perpetual winter. He especially feels this way when it snows. He loves the world when it’s like this, calm and quiet and so hazy that he can’t see the street sign a block down. 

Satori blinks winter from his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows as they begin to water to fight the cold. He inhales, tucking his hands further into his puffy jacket as the crisp air fills his lungs. It’s a quiet night. The first snowy one of the season, and snowflakes fall like little diamonds onto a thinly coated sidewalk. 

He doesn’t have a particular destination in mind. Satori is just wandering, savoring the feel of the evening as he strolls through his neighborhood. There are a scant few people outside. It's a weeknight and the neighborhood surrounding campus is eerily quiet in these small hours of the morning. Only the occasional drunk or a couple loved up and leaning on one another, their hands intertwined in the pockets of one of their coats. 

Tendou thinks that he could only become one of those two options. The drunk seems to have far less to worry about, stumbling across the sidewalk before coming to a stop on a slanted curve and letting his head fall onto his crossed arms. Not that Satori would want to be him. Don’t get him wrong. He’s not judging. How one man lives his life is absolutely none of Satori’s business and, in the same way he prefers people don’t mind what he does, he won’t mind what the neighborhood drunk does. Still, on a sliding scale of difficulty, the drunk seems to—for the moment—have it easier in Satori’s eyes. Only one person to worry about. 

It’s nearing three in the morning and the world has taken on an eerily slanted feel to it. Satori likes the world like this, calm and quiet. No one to talk to or worry about, only the sound of his boots against the thin layer of snow. There’s no crunch, as it hasn’t stuck yet, but if it keeps snowing like this, Satori thinks that it might. He looks forward to it, tilting his head up toward the sky and feeling the soft sting of bitter cold snow as it falls on his cheeks. 

—

Teeth, tongue, the press of your body arching up to meet his. It’s hot today, the way you move. Rushed like you’re trying to get something done. Music plays quietly from your computer on the desk and your hands fumble blindly around his body, eyes screwed shut as you let your tongue explore the inside of his mouth. 

“You’re eager,” he coos, detaching himself from your lips. 

“Sh, sh, sh,” you mumble, pulling him back down to you by the back of his neck and delivering a sloppy kiss. “Keep your voice down.” 

“Why?” He asks back, still connected at the lips. 

“My housemates don’t know you’re here,” you answer, pushing on his shoulders. 

Tendou gives in, letting you turn him over on the bed so that his back is against your headboard. You settle over his hips evenly, placing yourself like you belong there. He wouldn’t be surprised if you felt that way. This is regular enough that you end up like this a lot. Straddling his thighs with your hands on either side of his face. 

You tilt your head, kissing your way down his jaw. Your lips press onto the side of his neck and he can feel the way your tongue darts out to taste the salt on his neck. Your hands roam freely up the other side of his neck and across the back of his head, almost like you can’t feel enough of him fast enough. They raised goosebumps along his skin, teasing the parts your mouth isn’t touching.

“And I don’t really want them to find out,” you say into his neck. Tendou feels the hum in his collarbone and shutters. 

“And why’s that?” He breathes out, his lithe fingers coming up to pull your hips down against him. Tendou figures that if you’re going to rock your hips back and forth like that, you might as well do it like you mean it. 

“They’ll give me shit for hooking up with you all the time instead of getting a real date,” you answer through your breathing. “Something about self respect.” 

Tendou leans his head back against the headboard, looking at you over the tops of his cheeks. You’ve pulled up his shirt and your body is curled over itself, your mouth smearing down his heaving chest as far as your posture will let it go.

He supposes that’s fair. 

“Suppose you haven’t told them that the no strings attached thing is mutual?” He teases, tilting his head to the side to let you continue to kiss at his neck. 

He slides his fingers under the fabric of your sleep shirt, cool fingertips hitting your warm back. Tendou presses his palm flat on your lower back and you shiver away from him, pushing your chest up against his. He likes the way you move. Something about it scratches an itch he’s got. Like watching marbles in a chain reaction. 

“I have,” you say, reaching between the two of you to undo his pants. Tendou slips his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants, cupping your ass in his hands. “They just don’t believe me.” 

“Hah,” he laughs, tilting his chin forward to kiss you again. He likes the way you taste. “That’s funny.” 

“Ugh, can we like,” you pull away from him, your eyes glazed over and your eyebrows furrowed. You keep one hand on the back of his neck, the other splayed on his chest and Tendou idly rolls the fat of your ass across his fingertips.

“Can we like, what?” He imitates through a grin, tilting his head. “Not talk about this?” You say, rolling your hips. “Because I really want to fuck you right now and it’s sort of killing my vibe.” 

Tendou chuckles at the way you drop your head and roll your hips against him, tipping his head back again as he lets out a low groan. 

“If it means we get to fuck then sure thing,” he drawls, guiding your hips over his crotch by the fat of your ass.

You groan, exposing the hollow of your throat to him as you lean backwards. Tendou leans up to meet you, placing his lips near your pulse point. He bites down on your neck lightly and savors the slight gasp you let out, salving the ache with a quick swipe of his tongue. You cling to him like velcro, rocking your hips over his hardened cock through your clothes. It’s so desperate that it’s almost juvenile, though you’re both well past the phase of being too prudish to not take them off. 

He sighs, sliding his hands from your ass and up your back. He cups your shoulders around your body, letting you move your hips against him. Tendou finds that he likes to let you do what you want. There’s really nothing you can’t take from him and as far as he’s concerned, nothing’s off limits. He’s playing a game and right now, letting you win is the most interesting option.

You reach between them to pick up where you left off, fumbling in his pants to palm at him over his boxers, still rocking your hips against the inside of your wrist. Satori groans lightly at the weight of your hand. He likes it. His dick just fucking fits. 

You slide your hand back and forth, teasing him the way that you know he likes it. God, in moments like these, Satori is convinced that you’re perfect. You and that perfect body, that perfect fucking pussy. All of it just sort of clicks. 

The sexual chemistry between the two of you is palpable. It really always has been. Even when the two of you swore up and down that you were just friends, Satori knew that eventually you’d fuck. And of course, he was right. Months later and here he is, leaning up against your headboard after sneaking in through the window while you give him an over-the-boxers handjob that feels better than what he can do to himself for some reason. 

You need it almost every night, and if it isn’t every night, it’s at least three times a week. You’re always together anyways, might as well throw some heavy petting into the mix while you’re at it. That’s just as well with Tendou. Personally, he’s always willing to fuck you if you need it. Especially when you need it. You just get this pretty look in your eye. It’s a lot like the one you’re wearing now, mouth slightly open as you free him from his boxers and swipe the precum from the tip of his dick with your thumb. Satori shudders. It’s perfect. 

“If you’re going to fuck me, you should just do it,” he says, his face contorting slightly as you grip his cock in your hand and begin to shift backward between his legs. 

“Shut up,” you retort, looking at him through your lashes. “I know you love this shit.” 

“Yeah, fuck-” he groans as you take the tip of him into your mouth. “You’re right. I love a tease.” 

Good conversation. Good sex. A good friend. There’s really nothing more he could ask for. 

Satori brushes the hair from your face, holding it back on your forehead so that he can see the way your mouth takes him in. It’s soft and warm and you hollow your cheeks around his cock in a way that drives him insane. You look so pretty down there. So giving and malleable. And get this, you do it because you like it. God, how fucking sexy. 

He likes the way you look from this angle, your eyebrows knitted together and your ass up in the air. He can see the way you rub your thighs together, small pulses that tell him that when he finally gets down there, you’re going to be soaked. You feel good too. Soft skin, soft mouth. 

Satori lets out a groan, reaching forward to play with the meat of your ass. He kneads the skin there, rubbing his thumb back and forth against it as if he were just trying to feel it. It hides your face from him for a moment and Satori is sad for the loss, but your ass is soft and giving and you push it back against his hand like you like the way he touches you. Of course you do, Satori only touches you in ways he knows you’re going to like. It gets him off. 

You swirl your tongue around his cock, your other hand gripping the base of him and moving along with your mouth. When you do try to take him all the way in, you cough lightly around it, raising your head to catch your breath before lowering your mouth back down. His lower stomach ties itself into knots. That familiar swell begins to mount in him and his muscles tense against his will. Your mouth works him until that slow moving wave pushes against whatever barrier it needs to break for him to finish. 

You stop before he gets to cum and Satori feels that swell of pleasure recede into the back of his gut. He pouts momentarily, his chest heaving as you discard your sweatpants and crawl back over him. 

Satori places his hand over your cunt like it's a habit. He rubs over your slick folds with four fingers, evening applying pressure across your whole pussy because he knows that it frustrates you. In response, you let out an exasperated groan and grind down against his hand. That only makes it better when he finally centers in on your clit, two fingers dipped between your lips to rubbing at the throbbing bud. 

He plays with it for a moment, moving his fingers in a continuous circle. You’re so wet that Satori doesn’t even need to lick his fingers, but he does anyway because he wants to taste you. Slowly, he raises them to his lips and sucks your pleasure off of them, eyeing you while he does so. Then, he places his other hand on your chin and gently forces your mouth open, sliding his two fingers across your tongue. 

The muscle gives under the weight of his fingers. Pleasantly, delightfully, you let him mold you. You let him open your mouth further and stick them deeper—all the way into the warm, wet back of your mouth—until you gag around them. It’s an awful sound. Wet and desperate and it leaves you panting when he pulls them out, but Satori likes you messy. He likes you when you’re drooling for it, saliva pooling under your tongue for just a taste of what he gives you. 

Don’t get him wrong, it’s not a power trip thing. It’s borne out of pure fascination. Like the way scientists like to study molecules, Satori likes to study you. You’re interesting to him. The first to follow through on sex only being sex because Satori—well, Satori fucks you like he loves you. And he loves that you don’t get caught up in it. 

You’re desperate for it today. Satori can tell because you don’t even let him finger you before you’re guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance. 

“What? No condom?” He drawls through a sly grin. 

“Not tonight,” you pant, screwing your eyes shut. Satori’s hands move to your hips, squeezing the fat there and admiring its delightful give. “Don’t have one.” 

“What ever happened to safe sex?” He says through gritted teeth, craning his neck forward to get a good view. 

“You worried you gonna get me pregnant?” you give a breathy laugh, sinking all the way down on him. 

“Depends, you gonna let me finish inside?” he asks through a locked jaw as he feels the warmth of you envelop him. 

“Fuck no,” you say, beginning to move your hips. 

Satori inhales through his teeth, leaning backwards and holding you by the hips. You take the lead tonight, rolling your hips forward with slow, almost calculated, flicks. He guides you, his fingers gripping at the side of your ass, pulling it apart as best he can. He likes the way it feels when he holds you like this and wonders briefly what it looks like from the back when he lets you fuck him like this. 

The music from your laptop is drowned out by the quiet sounds of your breathing. The only thing Satori really hears is the both of you, stifling moans to prevent your housemates from figuring out what you’re up to. He grits his teeth. 

Satori has always been on the more vocal side of things. Talking, moaning, laughing, things like that. This though, this is hot too. Like this, he can hear every little change in your breathing. He can hear every time he hits that particularly sensitive spot inside of you. Shit, he can even hear his own breathing, labored and low and mirroring your desperation like you’re both cut from the same cloth. 

He loves being inside of you. It’s comfortable. It always feels good in a way Satori has found is hard to come by. You’ve got a good pussy and an even better attitude about it. 

When you get close, you always take in a sharp and fast inhale. It’s like a tell. Something that gives away just how good you feel. Satori loves the sound of it. Sometimes, he’ll edge you three or four times just to hear it, just to savor that sweet intake of breath. Tonight though, he’s going to let you have it easy. You deserve to have it easy tonight, as desperate as you are, and this is fun for him too. This position makes it easy to feel just how tight you get when you’re close, pussy clamping down around him at a fast interval even with the upward pumps of his hips. 

He’s too impatient to let you fuck him on your own. Satori lets you have it your way, but he wants it his way too, accenting the roll of your hips with subtle pumps. He grips your hips, his fingers sinking delightfully into the fat there and holds you at a good enough angle to fuck. The weight of your breath comes heavy, that little accent and then a slow crawl from your lungs. You shudder, mouth falling open. And Satori, well Satori watches. In fascination, in awe, in sheer pleasure. 

“Oh shit,” you breathe, glancing at him. “Yeah, yeah.” 

Oh, he loves that. Those little nothings that you babble when you’re breathless and climbing towards that high. Satori can’t get enough of it. Your voice, the cadence of it, how heavy it sounds on your tongue when you force out the sex-laced words. 

You crumble quickly. It’s almost desperate the way you push your hands onto his chest and let your head fall forward, cunt clenching down hard around him as you stop the roll of your hips to shudder. Your thighs press harshly against Satori’s sides and he digs his fingers into your hips to keep from cumming inside of you. That’d be pretty bad, though he can’t say that it’s not endlessly tempting. 

You don’t waste a moment pulling yourself off of him, wrapping your hand around is cum-slicked cock and beginning to pump. You squeeze the head of it and Satori lets out a low groan. God, you’re being so quick about this that it would almost be jarring if Satori didn’t find it so fucking hot. You’re like… desperate for it. Christ, he thinks he’s gonna cum. 

“Can I finish on your face?” He grits out. 

“No,” you reply, teasing him by pressing your thumb over the head of his dick. “On your chest. I like it when you make a mess of yourself.” 

Then, a familiar, teasing smile lights up across your face. Your breath is still heaving and it makes the expression feel more genuine. Satori leans his head back against the headboard eyebrows pulled upwards in his pleasure. 

“You’re fuckin’ sadistic,” he laughs out. 

It’s half a groan, his voice strained and thick with his imminent high. He reaches up to toy with your tits, anything really that he can grab. Satori gets handsy when he’s close and he feels the way pleasure mounts in his lower stomach like water fills a bucket. 

Then, he peaks, his cum spilling out over his chest. Satori makes an effort to muffle his voice when he does, gritting his jaw and squeezing the flesh of your tit as an outlet for the pleasure of it all. The mess he’s made is warm, spilling into the ridges of his abdomen and the soft lines of muscle there.He’ll have to shower again when he gets home. For the moment though, he just watches his chest heave as you let go of his dick and reach to put two of your messy fingers in his mouth. Satori obliges, swirling his tongue around them. 

“Hah, you’re disgusting.” 

“You’re the one who likes it, sweetheart,” he drones, reaching to take some tissues from the nightstand and wipe up his mess. 

“Throw those in the bin,” you say, laying down on your bed as he stands. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” 

Satori stretches for a moment, inspecting his clothes to ensure that the mess was minimal. He turns to look at you on the bed. Your eyes are closed, arms above your head with your sleep shirt riding up on your body, revealing a small glimpse of your fleshy stomach. God, he almost wants to fuck you again. 

“Move over,” he says, bullying his way into the bed next to you. 

“Fine, but you can’t stay for long,” you reply, lifting your head and putting it back down on his chest. You face the ceiling, picking at your nails. “I gotta shower and finish up a paper.” 

“You have a paper to finish but you called me over to fuck?” 

“Duh,” you reply. “Needed some sort of stress relief.” 

“Most people just eat a bowl of cereal or something,” he says through a smile, his lips curling up in the corners. 

You huff and roll your eyes, letting out a short and genuine laugh. “Whatever, you just can’t stay too long, ‘kay?” 

“You got it,” he chuckles, rolling his eyes lightly. 

Satori tucks his arm under his head, watching your ceiling fan as it spins in circles. He hates the ceiling in your room. You’ve got popcorn ceilings, something that Satori is particularly disdainful of. It’s why he likes having you over at his place, with its smooth and well painted walls. Plus, you can fuck as loud as you want and there’ll be no one there in the morning to hound you both over it. 

You can’t stay for long. 

He never really understood why you always tell him that. Even without it, Satori never really does. 

—

Satori’s morning routine isn’t really a routine at all. On days where he has nothing to do, he rolls out of bed at whatever time he pleases. Sometimes that’s 12 in the afternoon and other times that’s 5:30 in the morning. 

He tries his best to avoid early morning classes. Truthfully, he tries his best to avoid classes at all, but hey, when you’re getting a degree, that’s not really an option. Satori’s been relatively successful in that endeavor, keeping most of his class schedule well within the 11 am to 4 pm range, except for one pesky little discussion. Once a week, on Tuesdays, Satori has to drag himself out of bed and be in the classroom at 8 am sharp. 

It’s not that he isn’t driven, or isn’t a morning person. Satori just isn’t a rules person, which doesn’t exactly function well within a societal structure. There are always rules. Ones that tell you when to cross the road, where to park your car, when to be somewhere or when not to be somewhere. The fact that he has to get up early on Tuesdays makes him needlessly resistant to getting up, even if he’s awake already. 

Satori blinks away sleep in the quiet of his room. He’s woken up about fifteen minutes before his 6:50 alarm and now stares blankly at the ceiling with his arms tucked behind his head. What a drag, getting up like this and going immediately into the daily slog, not that anything can be done about it. 

He inhales, preparing himself to sit up, before actually doing so. His muscles scream at him, sore with sleep and aching for a good stretch which he gladly obliges with a loud yawn. Cartoonish, almost. Satori laughs to himself as he pulls his body from the bed. 

His room is messy. Clothes are strewn about haphazardly across the floor and various items that he’d picked up to mess around with are out of place. He exhales, shaking his head a little bit and telling himself that he’ll clean it when he gets back. It’s not that he minds the mess. In fact, Satori likes a little organized mess. Like what you and him are doing. That’s messy in the most delightful way. But right now, his room is a little too messy, verging on the precipice of dirty, which Satori hates. 

He tosses on a soft, long-sleeved t-shirt. It’s the kind of shirt that he’s had for a long while, the ones that feel smooth on his skin. The fabric is so worn that it falls over him almost like tissue paper and he loves the feeling. His black jeans are hanging over the back of his desk chair and he grabs them quickly, shrugging them on over his hips with two quick steps and a pull. The ink on them is faded and though they started their life black, they are now almost a dark gray and look even lighter at the knees and backs of the thighs. He thinks he’ll have to get a new pair soon. Gray doesn’t look as nice with other colors as black does. 

The sink in his bathroom is nearly empty, save for one single face wash, his toothbrush, and some toothpaste. He uses all of them in that order, hardly glancing up to look at himself in the mirror except to fix his scraggly long hair. He fiddles with it for a moment, running his fingers through minor tangles that worked themselves into his hair while he slept, before deciding that it looks good enough. The rest of it will sort itself out during the day and fall flat. 

His dish is in the sink from the night before and he briefly loads it into the dishwasher and runs it, chiding himself mentally with an eye roll for not doing it the night before. There’s always a 50/50 chance in the morning that Satori has forgotten to run the dishwasher and it antagonizes him as much as anything can antagonize Satori, which really isn’t much. 

There’s a black puffer jacket hanging by the door of his modest apartment. It’s a size too big for him, but it’s warm and looks nice on his figure, so he sees no use in telling his mother that she’d gotten the wrong size. It was a gift from her at the beginning of the winter season last year, along with a hat that Satori never wears. The jacket, at the very least, gets some use on account of it suiting his own personal style. 

He’s grateful for it when he steps outside of his apartment, shrugging it closer to him as the familiar bite of winter rushes up and under his skin. The sun has only just risen and the world is cast in a familiar orange, pink, and purple glow that makes it feel like a painting. Satori doesn’t mind being out in the world when it’s still asleep. Especially not in the early morning hours just before the sun comes up, when the world is cast in blue as if it were covered in film. Today though, it’s late enough that the world is now wide awake and the bustle of it gives Satori a headache. 

He passes businessmen on their way to work, girls in school uniforms rushing to make it through the gate of their school on time, their loafers smacking the floor with a delightful and intrusive clicking sound. His campus is only a few blocks away, around two corners and a straight shot until he hits the main building. He got lucky with his apartment’s location and sacrificed nice amenities for its proximity to his classes. The apartment itself may be crap, but Satori finds it worthwhile for how near it is to the things he cares about. That, and it doesn’t have popcorn ceilings, thank god. 

The snow hasn’t stuck yet, which means that the sidewalk is damp with melting ice as the sun begins to warm the pavement beneath it. His shoes will get damp like this. The converse do little to repel the water, instead soaking it in like a sponge. He’s careful to avoid puddles, but should he hit one, Satori won’t dwell. They’ll dry at some point. 

He can see the school up ahead. Satori isn’t really a fan of the building style. They’re stuffy and a bit reminiscent of the industrial buildings just outside of the Sendai city limits, but Tohoku University is a good school and Satori thinks it would have been a waste to not accept his admission. As the buildings grow closer, Satori can see the bodies of students wandering. Some talk in small groups and others, the more independent of them, walk hurriedly to their classes with heavy backpacks slung over both shoulders. Their backs curl forward a little, feeling the pressure of the weight.

Right through the quad, through the double doors, and up to the second floor. That’s the path Satori needs to take to get to his classroom, though he’s about 10 minutes early. He pauses just outside of the building, tilting his head to the side as he spots a familiar silhouette. A smile creeps onto his face, lips curling in the corners as he recognizes you. 

You’re having a conversation with someone, though Satori can’t quite make out who exactly it is. They’re standing partially behind one of the trees, their broad figure concealed by the trunk of it. As he approaches, he recognizes the other person to be Bokuto Koutarou, one of the core members of the university’s volleyball team. What an odd pair to be seen together, and so early in the morning too. Then, Bokuto leans down and pecks you on the cheek and Satori is more confused than he’s been in a while. When did you get close? When did you start seeing him? 

A pit forms in his stomach, though not the kind he’s familiar with. Messy, messy. 

“Bokuto, huh?” he says as he approaches behind you, watching with you as the other man walks away. “When did you and him get so… close.” He drags out the last word, hissing out the S through a small smile. 

“That,” you start, “is none of your business. It just sort of happened.” 

Satori gives you a coy smile, tilting his head in your direction. 

“Does he know?” He questions genuinely. 

“Know what?” 

“About us,” he croons, leaving no room for misinterpretation. 

You give him a pointed glance, an eyebrow raised. He knows the look. It’s the one you give him when he’s said something stupid or far too obvious. 

“We,” you emphasize, “are friends.” 

“Oh yeah,” he nods, tucking his hands into his pockets and leaning back as he follows your step. “We’re really good friends. And we fuck for fun.” 

You laugh. It’s a shrill laugh, and totally comfortable. He can’t see an ounce of tension in your shoulders and they’re relaxed in the way they usually are when the two of you speak. Satori looks down at you over the tops of his cheeks and a sly grin spreads across his face. 

“Well,” you say, though it seems to not have any real purpose in your sentence. It’s almost like an admittance that he’s right, which he knows he is. “What does it matter if he knows, anyway? What’s there to know?” 

Satori stops walking, his hands buried deep into his pockets. His head hangs forward and his jaw is open in faux confusion. The strain in his neck posing like this is worth the smile you give him, he thinks. 

“That we fuck,” he states, saying it almost as if it’s a shock to him as well. 

You stop to  roll your eyes and Satori quite likes the way that the expression looks on you. Fed up, but pleasantly so. It gives your features a somewhat light, carefree sense. You look away from him for a moment, almost as if to accentuate just how nonsensical his manner of speaking is, before looking at his face and narrowing your eyes. You size him up and then give a small grin, almost mischievous in nature. 

“He suspects,” you say. “But it doesn’t seem like he thinks too hard about it. I think he might if we were like… ex’s or romantically involved, but we’re not, so,” you shrug your shoulders. “Besides, it’s not serious enough for him to mind yet.” 

“Yet?” Satori raises his eyebrows and gives you an incredulous smile. 

Despite his demeanor, he feels something odd. It’s almost like his stomach is about to drop, and an unsettling feeling of dread begins to loom over him. You turn to look at him over your shoulder, impossibly pretty eyes giving him a very square look in the face.

“Yet,” you confirm, your tone a bit sharp as if to warn him that he’s stepping too close to the line. 

He’s not sure what he’s done to warrant that kind of reaction. Satori thought that he’d come off rather disconnected, aloof in the way that your agreement is, but it’s entirely possible that he’d sounded insecure. He furrows his brows at you, almost like he’s confused himself, and then shrugs in a non committal way. 

“Right,” he says, beginning to spin on his heel in an exaggerated manner. “Well, you have fun with Mr. Center-Of-Campus,” he smiles, continuing his sentence,” and I… will be going to my photography lab discussion.” 

“You do that,” you laugh, putting up a hand to wave. “I’ll catch you later.” 

“I’m sure you will,” he says, to which you respond by giving him a tired look and a shrug, like you’re admitting to the implication that you just can’t go without it. It being whatever the hell kind of sexual relationship exists between you two. 

Neither he nor you turns behind to glance at the other. Satori starts off back in his original direction and you dip into the building next to his. He’s sure that if he looked, you’d have your fingers looped through the straps of your backpack, probably greeting someone or other that you know on campus. 

You’re popular in a way that Satori isn’t. Truthfully, Satori is more notorious than liked and people know him for his strange, roundabout way of speaking and the knowing look in his eye. It doesn’t bother him to think that. He’s heard the way people talk about him, either directly from you or from walking up to a conversation a few moments too early. It doesn’t suit anyone to pretend that he doesn’t know and he doesn’t really mind knowing. It helps to weed out the people he wants to be around versus the people he doesn’t.

You, however, are very well liked. Sociable and blunt in your way of speaking. People like being around you, not just because you’re easy to look at, but because you’ve got a casual demeanor about yourself that makes people feel unjudged and at ease. It’s actually one of the first things that Satori had ever noticed about you, the way that you settle into a conversation as if you’d always been meant to be a part of it. No need to switch subjects or guide it to a more suitable position, you seem to blend effortlessly into social scenes, whether you notice it or not. Maybe it’s because you’re very true to yourself. You don’t recognize yourself as a perfect person and, as a result, you never hold the expectation that someone else should be perfect. 

Satori thinks you’re like-minded in that way, though his interpretation of other people’s flaws is more rooted in his treatment by others. People are quick to judge and in all his years of being judged, Satori has just come to accept that that’s the way things are and he can’t blame humans for simply being human. Still though, he has the same idea that people’s flaws aren’t a reason for judgment. They just… exist and that’s fine. 

He slides into a desk along the wall, quickly glancing around the room at the people who have already filed in. He’s only a few minutes early and most of his class are already in their seats with their cameras on their desk. Satori doesn’t know many people in this discussion and the majority of his class is either made up of girls that are too afraid to introduce themselves, or pretentious boys who spend too much time thinking about what tortured artists they are and too little time on the actual composition of their photos. 

He wishes that Ushiwaka had been able to take this class with him. Satori had suggested that he try to enroll at the beginning of the spring semester, but with the class being an upper division, Ushiwaka didn’t have the previous coursework to be able to do it. Besides, Wakatoshi isn’t really in school for the classes, but rather because he’d been scouted by the campus’ volleyball team to play for them and Wakatoshi had gone because it was a good opportunity to get into the professional division. In that sense, Satori feels that he’s falling behind his friend. After all, Wakatoshi knows what he wants, but Satori only knows what he likes. 

This class is pretty irritating. Not just because he has to get up and leave for it at the asscrack of dawn, but also because he feels that the discussions lack any real insight. Every week, they’re expected to upload their photos onto their computers and bring them to class, then, they spend the entire hour going around and discussing goals for the project and what could be improved with their current techniques. It would be useful if Satori didn’t find that so many people half-assed their photos the day before and then brought them in with some made up philosophy on why the snow in the crack of the sidewalk symbolizes their incessant need for human connection. 

He doesn’t think this way because he’s innocent of half-assing. In fact, Satori half-asses a lot. Sometimes because he can’t be bothered and other times because he finds the work less valuable than something else he could be doing. Still, he likes taking pictures and this is a class centered entirely on developing a personal work portfolio. It’s easy for him to do the assignments because it’s essentially what he does in his free time anyway, so there are times when he feels that maybe these people just don’t care too much about school at all. That’s a fine thought to have, he thinks. Most artists think like that in some way or another. 

Satori wonders if it’s the same in your major. Do literature students phone it in and do you find it irritating? He thinks you probably aren’t bothered by it if they do. It wouldn’t be in your nature to get worked up over the actions of others. You hardly even get worked up over your own actions and he thinks it would be weird to see you get in your head over someone else. 

He sits through his class though, explaining the photo he’d taken of you in the early morning after you’d spent the whole evening talking and touching each other. Your face is obscured and your belly is pressed down against the mattress. It’s really only an off centered photo of your back, displaying the lovely curve of it against the crumpled white bed sheets and a bit of your hair. There may not be anything special about the photo to anyone else, but Satori remembers how badly he’d wanted to photograph you then. 

Intimacy is pleasant to him in small doses. He likes to play pretend when it comes to loving and he’ll touch you like he loves you, let you touch him like you do, but Satori doesn’t ever think he’ll do it for real. At least not right now when he is so consumed by catching up to his peers in some arbitrary way. Still, the picture is a pleasant reminder to him that intimacy exists even in the most mundane of moments. Arguably, it is most present in them. 

He doesn’t say all of this to his class though and someone describes the photo as almost pornographic, which he supposes that it is. It gives the impression of two people just after they’ve gone to bed together and he laughs to himself because that’s exactly what it is. Satori just shrugs his shoulders at the comment. That’s just about what your physical relationship to each other is, isn’t it? Almost pornographic in nature, indulging in each other the way lovers might without ever stopping to think if romantic love factors into the actions at all.

#tendou x reader #tendou satori x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #tendou smut #yeah!!! #WOO HOO #i always get so nervous posting stuff #especially series #tries to be casual about it #tw: teasing #tw: mentions of pregnancy #tw: mentions of breeding #also i was inspired by bria and lily's rp w me for this so <333

[taintedtort]

prompt ✧ attractive things they do

characters ✧ kenma, akaashi, tsukishima, sugawara, suna, tendou

warnings ✧ gn!reader , none!

a/n ✧ me??? a post that’s anything other than genshin??? no but i’ve only ever written for haikyuu one other time (my first post; kenma) so i hope you enjoy this slightly different content

KENMA

✧ fixes your hair or clothes casually. you’ll be rambling on about some topic or another and he’ll be quietly listening with a content look on his face. occasionally, you’ll have a hair out of place or your jacket will be slipping off your shoulder. like the nice boyfriend he is, he silently reaches forward and fixes it, trying not to interrupt you. it never fails to make your stomach do a flip.

AKAASHI

✧ carries your things for you. doesn’t matter what it is, if you’re holding it in your hand he’ll offer to take it so you won’t be inconvenienced. if it’s a smaller object, he’ll ask you if you’d rather hold it, but if it’s a bag or a coat, he’s gently taking it from your hands with a quiet “i’ll hold that.” you always thank him with a kiss.

TSUKISHIMA

✧ leads you through crowds. since he’s tall, he’s easily able to be seen in large crowds, which makes it simple to maneuver through people. whenever you two are in public, he’ll always take your hand and lead you so you both make it safety through the groups of strangers.

SUGAWARA

✧ constantly brings you gifts. they aren’t always store bought either, sometimes he finds them or even makes them. he’ll hand you the little trinket he discovered on his walk over to your house with the most adoring smile present— if he found it on the ground he’ll make sure to wash it first, of course. but the simple gifts that you constantly complain that you need (chapstick, hair ties, pens, etc) are the ones you love the most. it shows he really cares and pays attention to what you say, those always bring the biggest smile to your face.

SUNA

✧ makes you (and himself) a box of memories. it’s filled with photos and items that you two have collected throughout your relationship. there’s pictures from every one of your dates, and small things like bracelets and rocks. he made sure to hand write a few notes to put in your box; short love declarations and compliments attached to each photo. things like “you looked breathtaking today.” with the date written next to it. you frequently go through the box to reread them.

TENDOU

✧ shows you off to all his friends. he has a photo of the two of you set as his lockscreen, and there’s a polaroid selfie you took of yourself in the back of his clear phone case. whenever you two are together, he constantly has his arms draped around you, letting everyone around know that you two are dating. he endlessly brags about you to anyone and everyone that will listen. you get a tad bit embarrassed when he gushes about you to his friends while you’re sitting right there though.

#reader insert #x reader #fanfic #gn reader #gender netural #kenma x reader #akaashi x reader #tsukishima x reader #sugawara x reader #suna rintaro x reader #tendou x reader #tsukki headcanons #sugawara headcanons #suna headcanons #tendou headcanons #kenma headcanons #akaashi headcanons #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #taintedtort

[animeangel21]

Smoke and fuck pt.2

@sweeneyblue1 said: “I feel like Draken and Shinichiro would take real good care of their baby after they've smoked”

And for @fishingwithstring we will be doing tendou and suna ( if anyone knew how down bad i am for suna 😫 )

I agree 1000000% oh my god they would take such good care of their little baby <3

MINORS DNI 18+

Draken

You occasionally found yourself on Drakens couch smoking with him after he works. But your not just sitting in his lap all pretty, you’re sitting in his lap all pretty with his dick in you. He would adjust his hips and your manicured nails would dig into the back of the couch, he’s so deep inside you it hurt how full you felt.

You were always so good for him, sitting so still in his lap and letting him take care of you while you both sat there and passed the blunt back n forth. If you really start to zone out he’ll snap his hips upwards and place his lips on yours to breathe in whatever smoke you had in your mouth and blow it back in your face knowing how it turns you on.

“Eyes on me baby” he said cupping your face with his free hand that wasn’t holding the blunt.

The whites of your eyes were slightly red not too much but enough for him to smirk at you. “What kenny? Why are you looking at me like that?” You said casually as you leaned forward wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Nothin’ just admiring my beautiful girl. Plus I remember telling you to keep your eyes on me” his grip was tighter and you smiled trying not to laugh.

“My bad ken” you let a giggle slip out

“Oh this is funny? Let’s see how funny it is when you’re dumb on dick” he gave your ass a harsh smack and his grip on your hips was bruising as he started to bounce you on his lap.

“K-ken wait slow down!” You tried to get away from his grip on your face but he pulled you closer.

“It was funny huh? Disobeying daddy? Well now you can suffer your consequences like a good girl.” He kissed you so sweetly and his hand smoothed over the area he spanked a minute ago.

“Cum soon and I’ll buy you some snacks.” He mumbled against your lips. And you nodded your head and he kissed your cheek.

“Good girl.”

Unfortunately, as you two finished inupi knocked on the door asking if it was safe to come inside as he didn’t want to disturb you two.

But he himself was very disturbed and kinda turned on.

Shinichiro

You two were polar opposites when you met, introduced through Wakasa while being invited to smoke over at the local club he visited quite often and owned.

He didn’t need to say much as you two clicked and you were shin’s first everything and he was your first everything.

You now sat in his lap and rolled up again as his hands traveled up and down your thighs and slowly pushed your skirt upwards. His eyes were focused on your face, how red and glossy your eyes were made you 10 times hotter in shins eyes.

“You sure you can handle that baby?” He said and you readjusted yourself in his lap making the raven haired man groan slightly.

“I think I can, why? You tapping out?” You teased with a kiss to his lips.

“No baby, just making sure you’re gonna be okay while i remind you who usually taps out first.” He said with a laugh while kissing at your neck and sucking hard in several places.

You placed the rolled joint on the side table and moaned softly and arched your back from the feeling of his soft lips.

“Shin,please~” you moaned and his fingers tightened into the fat of your hips and ass.

“What? You wet already? Want me to take care of you baby?” His taller frame under you shifted and you could feel how hot his erection was pressed against your core.

“Ye-yeah. Please baby..” your voice seemed more eager as you leaned forward and pressed your body against his. Rolling your hips over his and pressing your lips against his neck.

His skin was on fire and your lips felt amazing against his neck. You were soaking right through the gray sweats he wore and he knew how you felt after smoking. You kicked the spot on his neck and gave it a bite before sucking it softly.

“Fuck, you’re killing me baby get up for a second.” He groaned and lifted you up with a tight grip on your hips.

You didn’t pull away from his neck but did move your hands down his toned front and pulled his sweats down enough so his erection would spring out and slap against his T-shirt.

“Put it in, let me take care of you princess.” He groaned attempting to pull you from his neck by your nape.

You held his throbbing member in your hand and pushed in with a moan against his neck. “Shin-” his grip tightened and he pushed you down all the way till you’re fully seated in his lap.

“Shh, I got the rest from here you just enjoy the ride”

The next day…

Shin had gotten ready to go to the shop and took another glance at you in the kitchen, he could see the bruising on your hips, thighs, and ass.

“I’ll see you later yeah?” He said walking up to you and placing his coffee cup on the counter.

“ of course baby. Don’t stay too late or I’m gonna have waka drag you out.” You said turning and kissing him.

“I won’t.” He mumbled against your lips before taking his keys and leaving.

————-later

“Shin! Where ya at man?” Wakasa’s voice echoed in the garage and shin stood from behind a bike and greeted his friend.

“What’s up? Don’t tell me y/n called you already” he said lighting a cigarette and walking away from his work area.

“No, came to bother. But do you wanna tell me why the hell it looks like your neck was attacked by an animal.” He smirked slightly observing the reddish purple marks on his best friends neck.

“Yeah a little animal named y/n.” He mumbled while making a mental note to get you back for that.

Suna

Suna was not only your boyfriend but he was also your dealer. He smoked you out whenever, wherever and most importantly he would always have you tag along especially when he’d have to make a drop off.

Tonight was no different, he wanted his girl with him while he drove around dropping off a couple orders of bud and edibles. You were wearing one of his black sweaters with a pair of shorts and you had the rolling tray in your lap while you rolled up a blunt for yall to smoke with eachother once he had somewhere to park once he’s done.

“Baby hand me that bag.” He said over Brent faiyaz playing through the speakers softly.

You lean forward and grab the black plastic bag at your feet and he opens it up grabbing 2 smaller bags and crumpled it up and held it in his hand.

“Alright, last one for tonight give me a few minutes.” He kissed your cheek and got out. You took a second to actually look around and saw the Osamu’s apartment complex.

Never did you ever think he’d be a stoner in all the years you knew him.

Moments later Suna unlocked the doors and slid in his seat before speeding off and his colder hand fell on your thigh giving it a squeeze and your hand fell on top of his.

“You cold my love?” You mumbled and he nodded so you intertwined your fingers.

“Your thighs are so warm, I want em around my head.” He grins at you causing you to roll your eyes at his comment.

“Hmm, maybe later.” He gave your hand a squeeze.

“Don’t be a tease.” His tone was only slightly serious more so joking but it made your toes curl.

He pulled up to some warehouse that wasn’t abandoned but just never really busy this time of year and you handed him the blunt and he placed it between his lips letting you light it for him.

He took a pretty big hit and you watched him ghost it before blowing it out and unbuckled your seatbelt so you could climb over the middle console and place yourself in his lap.

“Not close enough?” He said looking down at you making you sit up and roll your eyes.

“I’m close enough but it’s not a crime to sit in my boyfriends lap is it?” You took the blunt before he could take another hit and inhaled deeply as he just looked at you with low eyes and a hand on your lower back.

“Right, it’s not a crime but when I’m hard cause of it there’s a problem but, you take care of it every time.” You could feel that he was already semi hard in his black sweats. He looked really good wearing the black hoodie that hugged his figure quite well and his thick toned thighs felt alot warmer than usual under you.

You took another hit while looking at him, and passed it to him and blew it out after you held it in for a second more.

“I would I always do.” He took a hit and his free hand was running over the curve of your ass and up your back in a soft motion.

“When you can take it.” He replied with a lopsided grin. You lean closer to him and he takes a hit and his hand rid up your hand and grips the hair at the base of your neck pulling you closer. His soft lips were against yours and you parted your lips with his and inhaled the same hit he took. He didn’t wait a second after you exhaled and pushed his tongue into your mouth pulling you closer to his mouth.

With a few adjustments of the seat, pulling his sweats and boxers down after putting the blunt into the ashtray so he didn’t burn you, he ran his hand up your thigh and pressed his fingers against your core and the front of your shorts were soaked.

The realization hit him, you had no panties on.

“You’re such a slut for me you didn’t wear panties? You Fucking soaked your shorts baby.” He sucked into your neck pulling the skin between his teeth then moving to another spot.

“Rin need you, please.” You move your hips closer and your fingers dig into the skin on the back of his neck.

“I’m Mm mm mm m-“ he mumbled something into your skin and you could be bothered with what he said cause the way his fingers were running through your slick folds made you brain dead.

“ pay attention or you’re not cumming at all” he said in a serious tone. He felt your hole clench around nothing at all and your slick was running down his middle finger. “ I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you but I need to know if you want me to prep you..not like you’ll need it”

One of your hands tightened in his hair and he bit his lip to keep that moan in his throat. “No rin, want you now”

“Fuck, your pussy feels really good baby.” He groaned holding your hips while lowering you down onto his length.

Your giggle was cut off with a moan “you say that all the time baby”

“Cause you always feel good, always so wet and warm” he said kissing your neck and biting down. His hands still held your hips and he started lifting them and dropping you into his lap.

Your nails dug into his shoulders and your fingers curled in his hair tugged when he started to pick up the pace.

A good night indeed.

Tendou

Your boyfriend was not one to miss out on the opportunity to smoke with you and spend quality time with you doing other things.

What could that possibly mean? He rolled up and you ran the bath and threw in some vanilla-lavender scented soap and a nice rose scented bath bomb with petals. Once you two settled in, he sat you in his lap chest to chest and he lit the blunt for you.

“Relaxed?” He said with a smile and you look at him with a smile.

“Yes, much better with you here.” You said and kept your dry hand that held the blunt away from the water.

He admired your beauty while taking the blunt and giving you a kiss before taking a hit and cupping your face to bring you in for a kiss.

“Wanna distress a bit more?” He suggestively asked running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Mm, how do you want me to help you with that baby?” He took another hit and placed the blunt between your fingers and slipped both hands into the water and lifted you up by your hips.

Before he could open his lips and tell you to put it in your smaller hand grabbed his shaft and gave him a few pumps before slipping his fat head into your slick pussy.

“Even in the bath you’re still so wet baby, you wanted me that bad?” He watched your lips wrap around the blunt and take a big pull before putting it in the ashtray.

“For you baby? Always.” Your voice trembled slightly.

His fingertips touched on either side of your waist and he used his grip to grind you in his lap wanting to be careful not to have the bath water spill out too much.

The tip of his dick was pushing right into your g spot and the stimulation on your clit was putting you closer to that edge causing the volume of your moans to increase.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking good” he mumbled and smirked into your neck before biting down.

Your nails clawed down his back, the pain caused his own nails to dig into your lower back. He lifted you up and dropped you in his lap as he pleased so his tip was now pressing into your cervix and you were so close to cumming already.

“Baby please, m’ gonna cum. Want more” you moaned and your left hand was holding the back of his neck now digging into his nape.

The pain always got him a lot closer and always caused him to start an unforgivable pace.

“Fuck, me too baby” one of his hands went into your hair and wrapped your locks around his hand and he pulled back so he could kiss you with full tongue.

Nothing could prepare tendou for the feeling of you cumming on his dick, in the bath, in your shared Home, in Paris.

He was truly living his best life with you and wanted nothing more than this.

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[rinsaint]

HQ BOYS FAVOURITE THING ABOUT YOU !!

ft. haikyuu boys !!

cw. tit play, oral, kissing, marking, cowgirl, missionary, finger sucking !!

He loves your hips. He loves laying on your hips as you both cuddle watching tv. He loves touching your hips as he tells you to watch out so he can go through. And when you two are kissing, his hands travel down to your hips and a grin settles on his lips. In the bedroom his love for your hips increases more, he would start to leave kisses between the valley of your breast, occasionally giving your hard bud a squeeze, all the way down to your hips as he kisses down to your soaking cunt.

Osamu, aone, kita, asahi, sakusa, aran !!

He loves your neck. He loves leaving gentle kisses on it whenever. Especially when you two are cuddling. It makes him warm inside to hear your little giggles telling him to stop leaving kisses on your neck because it tickles. Marking you up when you bounce on his cock is his favourite thing too. Euphoric moans slipping pass your lips. Leaning into your neck as you ride him while both are you are sweaty and desperate for each other.

kuroo, kageyama, bokuto, atsumu, mattsun, daishou !!

He loves your hand. He likes to kiss your hand ask how’s your day going. He notices if you get your nails done right away and compliments them saying that they are cute. Intertwining his fingers with yours as he fucks into your cunt. Swallowing your moans as he kisses you deeply. He would take your hand and leave a little kiss on it as he travels your hand to his hard cock. Biting his lip as you play with him.

ushijima, daichi, sugawara, iwaizumi, akaashi !!

He loves your lips. Basic i know, but there is something that makes a smile rise to his cheeks as he pulls away from kissing you. Stroking his thumb on your lips as his fingers slip in your mouth, watching as you suck and moan around his digits. Your lips parting as you let out a gasp. He finds your lips so mesmerising. Passionate make out sessions which leads to more. Which leads to his cock slipping in and out of your soaking cunt, kissing him hungrily.

kenma, tsukishima, suna, makki, tendou !!

#haikyu smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu drabbles #atsumu smut #kuroo smut #sakusa smut #aran smut #bokuto smut #mattsun smut #daishou smut #ushijima smut #iwaizumi smut #kenma smut #akaashi smut #tsukishima smut #suna smut #tendou smut #aone smut #kita smut #osamu smut #kageyama smut #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu x y/n

[rishiguro]

THE SONGS HAIKYUU BOYS DANCE WITH YOU TO IN THE KITCHEN

a/n: brainrot goes brrr

warnings: mentioned alcohol consumption in the first one.

pretty woman — roy orbison

“what are you doing?” you mumbled confused as you looked at your lover, as he set his phone down on the counter. he only shushed you, gesturing for you to come closer. “come here,” he slurred, clumsily stumbling over his words. you followed his request, tripping over your feet as you practically fell into his arms giggling. before you could even look up at him, he started to swirl your bodies around the kitchen, pressing kisses all over your face. and while your feet hurt from walking around and dancing all night, your skin was sweaty and both of your breaths smelled of alcohol, this was the perfect end to your evening.

SUNA. sugawara. bokuto. nishinoya. tendou.

hopelessly devoted to you (from “grease”) — olivia newton-john

“how about giving me a hand here?” you asked with a smile on your lips, leaning back into his body. he had his arms wrapped around you, softly swaying your bodies to the sound of the music. he had his eyes closed, only replying after you nudged him a bit. “no,” he sighed, “i don’t wanna. just let me be here with you” you couldn’t help but giggle at his sleepy tone, feeling him lean more on you with every second, practically inhaling your warmth. “i love you,” he mumbled kissing your exposed neck, “so, so much” rolling your eyes you turned in his hold. “you’re a dork” with a sheepish smile he pulled you close to him, both hands resting on your waist as you started following the rhythm.

daichi. OIKAWA. tanaka. yaku. yamaguchi. hinata.

cupid‘s chokehold/breakfast in america — gym class heroes

you didn’t think this was how you would spend your sunday mornings. hair still messy after you got up, still in your pajamas with no shoes on your feet, the tiles on the floor cold against your bare skin. his hands were warm in your hips, back hunched as his face was hidden in the crook of your neck. his eyes were closed as he hummed, occasionally pressing a peck on your skin, making you shudder. you had a lovesick smile on your lips, head leaning against his. after a while he pulled himself up again, now putting his forehead against yours. “i’m so in love with you,” he mumbled, clearly still sleepy as the two of you danced across the kitchen, barely even paying attention to the music playing. and while you never imagined yourself in this situation, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

osamu. SEMI. hanamaki. tsukishima. kenma. sakusa.

just the two of us — grover washington

“i’m trying to watch the pasta here,” you muttered at your boyfriend, trying to ignore him pulling at your form. “and i don’t care,” he grinned, “come on” before you could even respond, he whisked you away from the stove, tightening his arms around your entire body and pressing you to him. he immediately started to move to the music, swaying his hips. you laughed out loud, playfully punching his chest. “don’t act like you don’t love this,” he said, “i know you do” and while you had to roll your eyes, a wide grin plastered itself on your face. “do i?” he hummed. “oh you do” the two of you continued in silence until you could hear some sizzling coming from the stove. “the pasta!”

KUROO. atsumu. matsukawa. yamamoto. futakuchi.

good old fashioned lover boy — queen

with one warm hand on your waist, the other one intertwined with yours, he twirled you through the kitchen with fast steps. the two of you danced with vigor, only concentrating on each other’s presence which ultimately led to the two of you stumbling into a kitchen counter. he immediately pulled you close to him, kissing your forehead. “i’m sorry, darling,” he mumbled, his ears turning red, “i’m afraid i was too distracted” you smiled at him, shaking your head. “don’t worry, nothing happened,” you grinned at him, enjoying how his face slightly flushed. he cleared his throat after giving you a soft kiss. “so, do you want to continue?”

ushijima. asahi. KITA. akaashi. iwaizumi. kageyama.

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[catasoph]

How to kill someone

Tendou Satori x f!reader

Summary: Satori was alone his whole life. Always the monster that nobody wanted around until he found someone that would stay with him till the end.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: bullying, insults, implied suicidal thoughts, loneliness, angst, hurt/comfort

There was only a little boy sitting at a large table filled with plates and cups for no one to be used, with drinks and snacks that no one would touch. He had a little party hat on his red hair but no one who he would share all the happiness, that once radiated of him, with. His little hands were clenched tightly into his new shirt, his bottom lip wobbling and his eyes becoming glassy but no tear was shed. A woman with a large smile came into the room, holding a cake with chocolate gloss all over it. It wasn`t a masterpiece but it showed that she cared.

“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Satori. Happy birthday to you!” Before her silvery voice could finish the song the boy in front of her started weeping. His face scrunched up until a stream of tears followed. His mother gently placed the cake on the fully decorated table, just to crouch down next to her boy and hold him tightly. “Ohh honey, I´m so sorry.” His tears were soaking into the fabric of her wonderful dress but she didn`t budge. She didn`t push him away or reprimand him for ruining it. Satori was just a child desperately wanting to feel loved and if his friends couldn`t do that, then his mother would need to step up. “Why didn`t they come?” His little hand still clinging to her form while his pleading eyes were looking right through her. How should she answer that? How should she explain to her son that his friends were playing with his feelings, trying to torture him? “I don`t know, darling.” She tried smiling, lifting the corners of her mouth but it couldn`t reach her eyes, because she knew. They both did.

Every year after that he tried again and again. But no one ever showed up to his birthday parties. After that, the first day of middle school was the chance he had been waiting for. He was bouncing with energy, ready to make everything right. When his mom pulled up to school to drop him off he saw all these unfamiliar children. The reason for all the nervous tugging and quickly looking around from others, was the reason Satori's heart was nearly pounding out of his chest, accompanied by a big smile. Nobody knew him here. Nobody to ignore him, pretend to be his friend but call him names behind his back. It was finally going to be better.

His mother tried to give him a reassuring smile, holding his hands for a second too long with clammy hands while saying goodbye. As soon as her boy turned around running over to the other kids going to his classroom, her smile fell and she started nibbling on her bottom lip. Nearly making it bleed again after doing it repeatedly for the last few days. He was gonna be alright. Satori bounded into his new classroom. Eyes sparkling with excitement. Finally, after everything he would find friends. He could join a sports club to find people that had the same interests as him. They could train together and go to tournaments. He would be just like everybody else.

One of his little hands was reaching for the doorknob of the classroom while his other one was holding the strap of his backpack. Squeezing it occasionally to contain his excitement. The door was pushed open and a few heads turned around with big eyes. Nervousness radiating off them to see who else would be in their class. Satori's smile stretched over his whole face, showing his teeth that were still a bit too big for his mouth. His eyes scrunched together a bit. His eyes scanned the crowd for a place to sit, waving shyly at his new classmates that were still watching him until his eyes landed on them. Two boys, who seemed ohh so innocent but were the demons his nightmares were made of. His supposedly friends, which ignored him, talked behind his back and called him bad names at the end of primary school. They were everything he had wanted to avoid for his new beginning. "Hey, look who else is here?" Akui pointed out. He was a plain-looking kid. Dark hair falling over his face and almost hiding his small brown eyes. He was gesturing towards Satori, making the other boy at the table next to him turn around. Yumekuis freezing cold eyes fell on him and a wicked smirk danced along his features that had to look so innocent to everyone else seeing their interaction.

"Hey freak, nice to have you back in our class." The glint in his eyes darkened while he waved toward Satori and made a gesture to the table in front of them. They wanted him to sit with them. It wasn`t a friendly request so they could all be together. It was meant to be Satori's slow execution. He wanted to torture everything that Satori stood for. But he sat. Even though everything in him screamed to stand up, to run, to fight, to cry, to do anything but sit. He sat. Moving mechanically and not moving a muscle after he had found his place. He was paralyzed. The cruel truth of destiny had shown him that he could not outrun his fate. All other children would have been ecstatic to see a familiar face in the same room as them but for Satori it was a nightmare come true. Satori had thought weeks before stepping foot into his new classroom that things would be finally better, but after a few months, he realized how horrible it was going and that nobody had his back except for himself. And even he wanted to give himself up so badly and put a knife in his heart to end it all. The pain and suffering. The feelings. From day one everyone was against him. He became the monster. The soul-sucking demon nobody was allowed to touch otherwise you got a disease.

It was the second period. Their teacher had written a math problem on the blackboard and tried to explain a new formula to solve it. But it was hard to listen when little paper pieces were stuck in his hair and occasionally wet pieces found their way to his forehead. Satori was never sure if someone used water from their bottle for it or just their own saliva. His table was filling up with garbage from every side. But their teacher stayed oblivious. Never calling the other students out and putting an end to the battle against the monster, as the other children often called it. As if he was a demon that would steal the happiness out of their lives and they had to fend him off.

It never ended there. Throwing garbage was just the beginning and as the months progressed his classmates grew braver. Putting his binders into the trash followed by his backpack. They stole his homework and pulled down his pants. It was exhausting. He was always waiting for the next attack. A new move they would pull on him to hurt him. It didn`t matter what he did to prevent it. They were always there. Watching him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack and humiliate him. All their eyes were always on him. He could even feel them at home in the own comforts of his room. Middle school was hell and Yumekui was the reason it got created. The redhead was at the top of the mountain called loneliness and was just a slight push away from rolling down the other side, plummeting into a deep, cold lake that would finally freeze him. An end that he could already see from the top. It didn`t take long as the last push came. He was a stone that got kicked down, so it could sink into the darkness.

It was a Thursday afternoon and the sun was shining mercilessly down onto the courtyard. From the window, he could see children playing basketball or hide and seek. They all had huge smiles plastered onto their faces and even the kid that fell a second ago, was already on his feet again when one of his friends stretched a hand out to him and helped him up. Satori also needed someone to help him up. He joined the volleyball team of his school to find a person that could understand him. Instead, he found his talent. A passion that had kept him alive for longer. One that gave him hope. They had training on Thursday afternoons but as he wanted to grab his bag full of sportswear, he grabbed into nothingness. His bag was not where he had left it. The emptiness of the coat rack was taunting him. He could already see the disappointed and pitying eyes of his mother when another binder got lost or his backpack broke again. But losing his sportswear was worse because he knew he would have never misplaced it. Volleyball was his dream. He would never be so careless as to jeopardize it. The snickers coming from the last remaining students in the classroom also confirmed it. He hadn`t misplaced or lost it. It got stolen, because everyone hated him and no one wanted to play with him. No one could endure the satisfaction in his eyes when he blocked another spike and finally had the upper hand. So when they had a chance to take away his safe space. His paradise. They stopped at nothing. No feelings or expenses were spared because for them he didn`t deserve it. Satori went with hanging shoulders out of the classroom, eyes fixated on the floor so nobody could see the tears dripping down his cheeks. He was just a boy scared his whole life would be similar. Full of people that didn`t know him but hated him for his looks. He was scared that the bullying would only get worse, with no one to rely on but himself. He walked slowly down the corridor. Thinking about just going home, skipping training when anyways nobody wanted him there. Or if he should go to the gym, make up an excuse about forgetting his sports clothes. Standing his ground and showing his classmates that they couldn`t take that from him. But would it be worth it? To arrive there and only see disgusted faces. Two girls were coming his way, whispering their words and snickering quietly. They had something to do with it. Satori could see it in their eyes. They knew and they didn`t look at him with pity, they thought he deserved it. Until screaming was heard from the end of the corridor.

A girl was standing with their back towards him, gripping a bag that looked incredibly familiar while Yumekui was holding onto the other end. "Stop it! These are not yours!" The girl pressed out. Her whole face was red for exertion but her hands were not budging when Yumekui tried to rip it out of them once more. Satori walked closer to the action to confirm what he already thought. A girl he didn`t know was fighting for his gym clothes. Yumekui's hardened eyes lifted and fell automatically onto Satori. Immediately he let go of the bag and put an annoyed look on his face. Letting the girl stumble back but smile in victory. "Tsk, whatever. Keep this dirty thing." The boy tried to sound nonchalant but failed with the look he threw one last time at the pair before turning around. After he was gone the girl sighed in relief. The last tension was leaving her body before Satori spoke up and she went rigid again.

"That`s my bag." He said timidly, pointing with his long fingers toward her hands. Immediately she jerked around, her eyes wide. "Sorry! I wanted to bring it back but I wasn`t sure who it belonged to and Yumekui didn`t want to give it to me." She rapidly explained, putting a small smile on Satori's face which seemed to relax her. "Where did you find it?" "It was in the bin at the entrance." She explained while handing it over to the boy who had lost his smile again. The truth dawned on him, that this would happen more often now and Yumekui would always find new places to hide it. "I like your smile more." She spoke up once again, a frown now also gracing her lips. Satori took cautiously a step back. His brain going a mile a minute trying to figure out where the trap is. Was that girl in it as well? Is she only pretending to play nice to play an even sicker joke? Was she faking liking him, be his friend only to abandon him? Point with a finger at him, laughing uncontrollably while asking who would want to be the friend of a monster. He imagined a thousand scenarios but her eyes looked at him with so much concern that he couldn`t find the will to just run. He couldn`t even form words but she seemed to understand his inner turmoil. "Are you good at volleyball?" A shy nod followed from Satori before his eyes found the floor again. "Do you want to play before the next lesson starts?" His head jerked up, surprise flashing through his eyes while she just smiled. Satori eyed her suspiciously but she was unfazed, just waiting for him to confirm or deny. So he nodded making her beam at him even brighter before she took his hand and bounded with him over to the yard. "I`m (Y/N) (L/N) by the way. Nice to meet you." After that, there was always someone to hold him. They would play volleyball together and (Y/N) would look at him as if he was a miracle. She would always come to his birthday parties or as they got older, plan them herself. Their last year at Shiratorizawa came around and it was clear they all would go their separate ways. Moving to different cities or even countries and chasing their own dreams. Satori's birthday rolled around again. He was no longer filled with dread when he thought about that day because he knew there was always at least one person to remember it. When he came to class that morning a muffin was standing on his table and behind it, Semi and Ushiwaka were standing with neutral expressions. "Hey, guys. Is that for me?" Satori beamed, eyeing the little treat excitedly. "Of course, it's for you. Happy Birthday." Semi rolled his eyes at him but had a small smile on his lips. "I also wish you a pleasant birthday, Tendou." The redhead laughed thanking his ever-stoic friend as he gave him a little bag with presents their whole team had contributed to. Just as he was about to look at it another voice filled the classroom. The door flung open and loud panting was heard, followed by singing as Satori turned around. "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Satori. Happy Birthday to you!" Her face was bright red and her hair disheveled. It was the most beautiful sight he had seen all morning. "Thank you, Paradise." It wasn`t only gratefulness for her to remember his birthday but for her to stand by his side for all these years and save him from himself.

#writers #writers on tumblr #tendou satori #tendou fluff #tendou x you #tendou x reader #tendou x y/n #shiratorizawa #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #happy birthday #bullying #angst #hurt/comfort #fanfiction #tendou imagine #anime #sport anime

[sparrowritings]

out of reach

pairing: semi x male!reader

summary: (y/n) has known semi since they played for band in middle school. (y/n) was sure that semi didn’t reciprocate his feelings after a failed confession years ago, but recent happenings have made it incredibly difficult for (y/n) to suppress those feelings.

warnings: (not actually) unrequited love

word count: 2.9k

a/n: first fic on here, i hope you enjoy!

“Oi Semi, what’s up with you today?” You question as the music abruptly stops, the echo of the crash cymbal reverberating across the practice room. 

Your hands were sore from the amount of time you guys had spent going over the same part of the song. It was the chorus, and you guys had perfected it over the past few months of practice. You didn’t know what was going on, but Semi kept missing his entrance to the chorus, coming in too early, or playing the chords to an entirely different section of the music. You set your bass back into its case, sighing. 

“I think we should stop here. This isn’t going anywhere and I think we shouldn’t push it today.” You say, zipping the case shut. You get up and walk back over to Semi, who is staring absentmindedly at his fingers on the fretboard. You place a hand on his shoulder, and he jerks in surprise, taking a step back. 

“Hey, if there’s anything wrong, you know you can tell us right?” You say, making eye contact. He averts his gaze, deciding that the floor was more interesting at that moment.

“I’m fine…I-I’m just tired, that’s it,” Semi says, relaxing his hands and allowing his guitar to hang from the strap.

“If you say so…” You reply, unconvinced, “but just so you know, I’ll always be there if you need to talk.” You step back over to your things.

“I’ll be heading out now, I’ll see you guys next week.” You say, flashing a thumbs up before leaving the music room to get back to your dorm. 

The weather was getting chillier, and the sun was setting earlier. By the time band practice was over, it was almost completely dark outside. A cool autumn breeze ruffled your hair, causing you to clutch the front of your blazer close. Today was strange; everyone had their off days, but it was unlike Semi to be so unfocused. Ever since you got closer to him in middle school, he had never been like this. Admittedly, your opinion may have been biased since you fell head over heels for the ash-blond after the first time you guys played together; him on the electric guitar, and you on the bass. When he dated his first girlfriend, you accepted the fact that he was always going to be out of your reach.

Before you knew it, you were standing in front of the door. Opening the door, you spot your roommate, Tendou sitting at his desk, typing away at something. You greet him, before setting your instrument down and setting your homework on your table. The plan was to do homework until you went to bed, but the sudden “ding!” coming from your phone abruptly distracted you from your train of thought.

Semi

(y/n)

come over now

please

ok i’ll be right there

seen 11:23pm

When you get to his room, the door is unlocked. You let yourself in, closing the door softly behind you. The room was dark, the only source of light being Semi’s desk lamp. Semi is curled up on his bed in fetal position, his phone lying face up next to his face. It was dim, but you could see his face. His eyes were watery and red. Like a magnet attracted to the opposite pole, you rush to his side kneeling next to the bed. 

“Semisemi, what’s wrong?” You feel a clench in your chest; you knew something was wrong today. 

He sits up, grabbing a few tissues from the tissue box lying on the bed. You get onto the bed too, sitting upright against the wall. Unexpectedly, he wraps his arms around your neck, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You rub soothing circles into his back, his form shaking. You had never seen him this vulnerable. You hand him more tissues as he slowly calms down, his sobbing now reduced to the occasional hiccup and sniffle. Even as his body stills, you continue gently stroking shapes into his back. He holds onto you just as tight as when he first looped his arms around you.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence, and you zone out, staring at the few photos Semi had put up on the wall in front of his desk. You spot a Polaroid selfie that you had taken of the two of you right after a band performance in middle school. Semi had a fond smile on his face, while you had your arm around his shoulders, holding up a peace sign with your other hand. 

“Coach Washijou decided that I would be benched this season,” Semi mumbled into your shoulder. “He said that I’m not the setter the team needed, and they’re putting Shirabu in as a starter.”

Your eyes flit over to the taller male. Volleyball, along with the band were the two most important things in his life. You remember the day he announced to you that he was accepted to Shiratorizawa on a sports scholarship. The gleam in his eyes and the pride in his voice still stuck with you today.

“Semi, that doesn’t take anything away from who you are as a volleyball player.” You spoke softly, still staring at the wall across the room, “You’re still an amazing fucking setter and player, even if your playstyle isn’t what the coach is looking for.” You turn to look at the taller boy, the blankets rustling underneath you. 

He looks up at you, eyes still watery and bloodshot. Bringing your hands to his cheeks, you squeeze his face. “You’re amazing, and you’ll always be amazing Semi. Don’t forget that, ‘kay?”

After that night, you frequented his room more and more. Whether it was because he needed comfort, or because you wanted company, you found yourself in his room more often than not. You would talk about anything on your mind, and by the time you realized it, it was well into the night. You could talk about anything, and Semi would listen as if you were the only person in the world. You convinced Semi to keep putting his all in volleyball, and he decided to keep working hard on his serves.

All of this led to now. The two of you were sitting on Semi’s bed, backs against the wall, watching a show on Semi’s laptop. Your knees were touching under the covers, and pleasant warmth radiated from where you were touching. Your head was resting on Semi’s shoulder, and your eyes were drooping. The warmth under the covers, the white noise coming from the computer and the dim surroundings, everything felt pleasant. 

You woke up the next day to unfamiliar surroundings. Your gaze wandered over to the opposite wall, and you recognized the posters. Semi’s room. Then, you realized that there was an arm curled around you. Your shirt was slightly lifted, and a warm hand was on your abdomen. Your legs were entangled with Semi’s, and you were trapped. Blood rushed to your face. Why was it so hot in this room? You sat up abruptly, and got out of bed. Semi was startled awake, blinking slowly. 

“(Y/N)?” You freeze on your way to the door, looking back at the boy who just woke up, a sad smile on your face. You don’t say anything before you leave the room.

When you quietly enter the room that morning, Tendou was waiting for you. He sat on his chair, directly facing the door. You walk in, ignoring him, slumping face first into your bed. 

“Where were you last night?” Tendou inquired.

“I can’t do this anymore.” You huff into the pillow.

“Semi?”

You shot up. 

“What?! What makes you think that?” You ask, flustered. 

“Ah, so it is Semisemi.” Tendou responds with a shit-eating grin. You bury your face into your hands.

You sigh, staring at the ground.

“I don’t want to talk about that right now.” You quickly packed your things, throwing your textbooks and pens into your backpack, before you rushed to the school building. As you enter the classroom, you’re reminded of when you woke up. English, a class you share with Semi.

You would normally sit next to him, but today you elected to sit by the window. You zoned out in class staring outside, the events of the previous night and earlier this morning replaying in you head like broken record. You could feel the ghost of his touch over your abdomen, and the pleasant bloom of warmth that danced across your skin when your knees touched. 

You knocked your water bottle off the table in your exasperation, and the entire class looked in your direction. You could feel the back of you neck heat up. You couldn’t wait for class to be over. The second the bell rang, you were out of your seat and out of the door, entirely missing the “(Y/N), wait!” that slipped from Semi’s mouth.

Semi

(y/n) we need to talk

Please

Seen 15:08

You read the text, turning your phone on the table so that the screen was face down. 

“Tendou, I need to talk to you.” Semi spoke as the two packed the stray volleyballs away.

“Is it about that jump floater? Well I think-”

“No it’s about-”

“(Y/N)?”

“No- wait- how did you know I was going to say that?”

“Well this morning (Y/N) came back into the room after being absent for the entire night.”

“Did he say anything?”

“Oh so it had to do with you.”

“What? I-” Semi paused, knowing that he was caught red handed. His cheeks warmed up. Semi paused. “(Y/N)’s been ignoring me all day. He hasn’t been responding to my texts either.” 

“Well, if you want my advice, you have to tell me what happened this morning.”

“Well-” Semi averted Tendou’s eyes, “Yesterday night (Y/N) was over and ended up falling asleep. He looked so peaceful that I couldn’t bear waking him up, so I let him stay the night.”

“And how did you feel about that?”

“I’m… not opposed to it..”

“Oh? Does Semisemi have a crush?~” Tendou teased. 

“And if he does?” Semi responds, a defiant look crossing his face. 

“Ohoho~ You should tell (Y/N).” 

“I don’t think he likes me back though.” Semi said quietly.

“I still think you should tell him. He deserves to know, don’t ‘ya think?” Semi opened his mouth to say something, but Tendou cut him off before he could make any sound. “Plus, didn’t (Y/N) convince you to continue volleyball before you almost decided to quit entirely?”

Semi hesitated. Casting his eyes down. 

“Okay.”

It had been three weeks since you last spoke to Semi. You made sure to stay out of his way, and you didn’t respond to his texts. You could tell he was trying to find an opportunity to talk to you, but you didn’t want to deal with it. You had already gone through this once, you didn’t want to do it again.

You were planning on confessing to him that day. You bought a single gardenia as a gift to go along with your confession, along with his favourite chocolate bar. When you got to him that day after classes, he was with a girl that he was hanging out with a lot lately. You thought nothing much of it. Well, until Semi introduced you to his new girlfriend. You had thrown the gardenia away and cried to Tendou about it that day.  

It had worked, up until recently. You were partially mad that you had forgotten how much it hurt the last time you felt that way.

“Oi (Y/N),” Tendou’s voice pulled you out of your reminiscing, “I’m headed to Ushiwaka’s, I’ll be back in a bit.” You give him an absentminded nod before he exits the room.

Seconds later, you hear a few knocks at the door. You rolled your eyes, opening the door. 

“What did you forget this time-” You said, fully expecting to be faced with the red head, catching yourself as you realized it was the very person you were trying to avoid the past three weeks.

“(Y/N). We need to talk.” Semi says, standing in front of your door. You try to close it, but he catches it with his foot. 

“Why have you been ignoring me? Was that night too much? Did I do something? Why can’t you just tell me what I did?” 

“It’s… not you-” You say as you try to formulate a response.

“Then what is it? Why won’t you talk to me?” Semi fires back, a bit louder this time.

“Do you really want to know?” You raise your voice.

“I do.” Semi stared into your eyes, rooting you in place. 

“It’s because I like you okay? And I have since we played in the band together in middle school. I thought back then that maybe you’d return my feelings, but you’re obviously not into guys. I was going to confess to you the day you introduced me to your first girlfriend, you know?” You paused, your voice trapped behind the lump forming in your throat.

“(Y/N), I-” Semi starts, taking a step back.

“I promised that I would let go of those feelings, but how could I? How could I when you held me like there was more going on between the two of us? How could I when you treated me like you returned my feelings? Do you like toying with my feelings?” You took a breath, wiping away the tears that had built up in your eyes, refusing to let them drop. 

“There. I’ve ruined our f-friendship,” Your voice dropped, “I-I don’t know what I was thinking- I-I,” You wipe your cheeks again, tears now readily running down your face.

“Eita- I- I’m sorry,” You slam the door shut in his face, leaning against the other side of the door and sliding down to sit on the floor, hugging your knees.

When Tendou returns to the room, he is surprised that something was behind the door, stopping him from opening it all the way. He had known about Semi coming over; he had coordinated it after all. He finds you still curled up at the foot of the door, inside the room. 

“Hey (Y/N), you’re okay, you’re okay,” Tendou immediately switches to comfort mode, fetching the tissue box and handing it over to you. It was almost striking how similar this situation was to the time when your confession to Semi didn’t go to plan. When he calmed you down, he went out and fetched your favourite flavour of ice cream, listening to you as you ranted about how Semi would never return your feelings. When you went to take a shower, Tendou took the opportunity to find out what the fuck had happened.

Tendou

oi semisemi

what the fuck did you do

i thought the plan was to confess to (y/n)? why did i find him curled up and crying when i got back?

i didn’t have any time to say thing before he shut the door on me

don’t worry i’m going to fix it

Seen 21:46

Later that night, you were mindlessly scrolling, trying to distract your mind from everything that had happened today. Tendou had gone out for a shower when you heard knocks at the door. Reluctantly, you slip out of your covers and open the door.

It was Semi.

You stared down at your feet, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore… I’m sorry I got so emotional earlier, I-”

“(Y/N), you didn’t give me the-”

“No! It’s alright, I’ll get over this, I-”

“(Y/N), listen to me!” You look up at his brown eyes. “You didn’t give me the chance to respond. I need you to know that I wasn’t trying to lead you on. I like you too, and I’m mad at myself that I wasn’t able to tell you earlier.” The words don’t register in your head.

“What do you mean-” Semi caresses your jaw, pulling you into a gentle kiss. You don’t feel fireworks and electricity, but instead a gentle warmth, like the sunlight that filters into your room on a slow afternoon. It was walking down the grass slope to the river on long summer days; the afterglow of nailing a band performance after sleepless nights; going out for late night ramen after Semi’s volleyball practice, and so much more. You kiss back after the initial shock wears off, placing one hand on his hip and the other behind his head, deepening the kiss. 

When you part for air, Semi pushes you against the door, going in for another kiss, before you two are interrupted. 

“Guys I’m really happy for you but please get a room~” Tendou approaches from the end of the hallway in a towel, his shower basket in his other hand.

You both flush, and you bury your head into Semi’s chest, hiding your embarrassment. 

When Tendou enters the room and leaves the two of you in the hallway, Semi pecks your forehead. He looks at you with a look that could only be described as pure adoration, and for the first time since middle school, what you longed for was no longer out of reach.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #semi eita #semi eita x reader #semi eita x male reader #shiratorizawa #shiratorizawa x reader #shiratorizawa x male reader #tendou satori #male reader

[your-local-baguette]

Haikyu headcanons: cuddling with them

Characters: oikawa, kuroo, Sugawara and tsukki.

Oikawa

BIG SPOON. He would munch on your cheeks, leaving tons of little kisses. Both of you talking for hours about random shits and telling dumb joke y'all come up with on the spot, doing that for hours. He would tickle the back of your neck with his nose, then snuggle in it like he didn't do anything. Oikawa is one of the sweetest boyfriend, he is pretty clingy and be ready to cuddle him for hours while working. He is shameless tho he will gladly burry his face in your chest. He definitely tangles your hair.

Kuro tetsuro

He would lay on your chest after pratice, snuggling in your boobas or neck. He give me lovebites and hickeys vibes while cuddling, but he would also munch on your cheeks. I feel like the cuddle would go with him sliding his head in between your arms while your playing on your phone. You would rest your hand on his back while playing, not minding his affection but he would always leave unexpected kisses over your whole face at really random times. These alway tickle and you end up bursting out laughing, that was a melodious sound to the ears of kuroo.

Sugawara

Cuddles with sugawara are pretty chill, you two would tangle your legs together while he press tenderly your head on his chest or neck. He would gently massage the back of your scalp, you could fall asleep, new talent of sugawara discovered; massages. But sometimes when you guys are cuddling while on a chair, so basically when he studying you would be comfortably installed on his lap. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder, head buried in his neck while humming his scent. Most of your cuddling session were either a complete comfortable silence, or it was you rambling about your days and pouting over small things. But when you were fast asleep on his lap, he would never dare wake you up, he would only enjoy the cute little thing on his lap and sometime slightly rock you. Sweetest boy peace out my heart 🥰

Tsukishima kei

It would be you begging him until he gives in. But when he cuddling with you, he's legit more implicated than you are. You would be comfortable on his chest, your hand behind his head, messaging his scalp lightly while he would massage your back. He was so good at it you could fall asleep, it was amazing. Tsukki would probably scroll on his phone while massaging your back with one hand. It was alway in a comfortable silence or you were talking about your day in a low and sleepy voice. He sometimes told you about his, his voice was alway calm and posed. He almost never looked at you, little did you know when you would fall asleep he would just stare at your cute face and occasionally leave forehead kisses. Once he dropped his phone on your face, you lifted your face and your face was just adorable, eyes barely adorable with a very sleepy expression. He swore a cupid just aimed an arrow straight to his heart. Being the tsundere he is he would never tell you that.

Hope you enjoyed the hc.

I was supposed to have finished those like 40 minutes ago.

#haikyuu #haikyu x reader #tsukkishima x reader #sugawara kōshi #kuroo x reader #oikawa x reader #haikyu fanfiction

[kimbapisnotsushi]

miscellaneous haikyuu hcs that are scattered to the four winds bc i need to de-stress and i haven't done them in a while

tendou uses hair gel but tells goshiki that every morning he sticks a fork in an electrical outlet and that's how he gets his hair to stand up

goshiki, bless his soul, believes him

tsukishima freaks the fuck out when he learns that tenma asked out akiteru not because he's an overprotective brother or has misplaced resentment for the former little giant but because he's the biggest fucking fanboy of tenma's works

"what do you MEAN udai tenma asked you out what do you MEAN you've never read any of his works have you been living under a ROCK - "

this goes on for a whole hour and akiteru basically gets a free lecture of how amazing his little bro thinks his boyfriend is

when kageyama is really missing his grandfather he goes to the park where they used to play volleyball together and that's where he asks kunimi and kindaichi to meet him so they can finally have the proper conversation they needed in middle school

(i think about this hypothetical scene SO MUCH)

shibayama's parents own a cafe/bakery and the team converges there sometimes to hang out and will occasionally lend a hand

they help decorate it for the holidays!!

atsumu: "hey kita-san, i'm really sorry but i think i've caught updog" kita: "are you okay? do you need soup? tea? medicine? you should go home and take a break, i'll have gin send the notes to you, i'll let coach know - " atsumu, crying to the other second years later: "i can't fuckibg do this to him i feel like a momster"

kita DOES know the joke btw akagi did it to him back when they first met

inarizaki vbc is at war with inarizaki student council btw. inarizaki student council has been trying to steal kita for AGES ever since kita saved their asses in his first year from looking like total fools

kawanishi doesn't look like it but he is absolutely willing to fight for shirabu's right to be a snarky piece of shit

semi, exhausted, after stopping the third person that day from curbstomping shirabu: "kawanishi, why" kawanishi: "i like him like that"

sakunami is the most well-adjusted out of all the first years

at least every single one of them has broken some minor trespassing or breaking and entering law to play pokemon go

terushima is the type to try and show off in front of his crush and whenever this happens every single member of johzenji is determined to make him look like as much of a fool as possible

one day he's talking to komaki yuzuru and humble bragging about how oh so brave he was for his piercings and didn't even feel any pain or whatever and all his friends are walking by like

"hey yuuji thanks for singlehandedly lifting my parents' car out of that ditch they crashed into!!" "hey yuuji i heard you rescued twelve orphans from a burning house the other day!!" "wow yuuji i can't believe you steered an airplane after the pilot lost control and saved thousands of people!!" "hey yuuji remember that time you took on a whole gang of robbers and knocked out all of them??"

they are so fucking stupid i love them so much

reon is one of those early risers and tendou WILL throw a pillow at him if he doesn't shut off his alarm within five seconds of it going off

if it's winter and tendou has kicked all his blankets off then reon will carefully tuck him back in before leaving the room, flareon plushy included

reon has the BEST sweatshirt collection btw. they're comfy and have neat designs and everyone ends up wearing one at some point or another.

i love reon guys he deserves so much more love

kogane is a hopeless romantic and has a list titled "dream date spots" in his phone's notes app. there is an addendum at the end of the list in parantheses that says "must actually ask out sakunami first in order to go to dream date spots". kogane hopes to erase that addendum soon.

#god i feel SO much better #okay!! time to work on my jp classical lit final!! #i spent an hour doing this instead LMAO #tendou satori #goshiki tsutomu #tsukishima kei #tsukishima akiteru #udai tenma #kageyama tobio #kunimi akira #kindaichi yuutarou #shibayama yuuki #miya atsumu #kita shinsuke #akagi michinari #kawanishi taichi #shirabu kenjirou #kawashira #semi eita #sakunami kousuke #koganegawa kanji #kogasaku #terushima yuuji #komaki yuzuru #komateru #oohira reon #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu hcs #sou says stuff

[gayfanservice]

Hello! I have a request for you but please take your time there is no rush!

Can you please to Ushiwaka (Tendou’s nickname for him) with a male reader who loves physical touch but in public places get super overwhelmed? Like something i find really cute and something that i find special is when im overwhelmed ill lock pinkies with my partner. Nothing more nothing less just our pinkies. It feels extra special to me because its like you just are pinky promising to stay together forever but you guys are also giving each other physical touch.

Sorry if this is really long! Thank have a good day! :)

It’s not long at all! Perfect length, if I do say so myself. There’s only a couple of requests that are too long for my liking (like the twins + older brother, please don’t make requests this length. Please.)

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Chatter and sounds of utensils filled the cafeteria air as Wakatoshi and (Y/N) comfortably sat beside each other. The quiet pair barely chatted, merely basking in each others presence as they occasionally glanced at each other. The comfortable silence broken by none other than Tendō, Wakatoshi’s school best friend, dropping his poor tray onto the table as he quickly sat down, Semi following suit.

“Ushiwaka, (L/N)! Good morning!” The brightly haired fellow basically yelled, a smile on his face as Semi looked semi-dead. Poor man must’ve not gotten enough sleep to deal with Tendō’s shit this early in the morning.

Wakatoshi acknowledged them with a simple ‘Morning,’ while (Y/N) let out an inaudible hum. He loved hanging with friends, but the cafeteria was always his least favorite place. The loud people, buzzing lights, and all around noises were too much for his brain to handle. The only reason he actually shows up is because he needs food, and Wakatoshi, who also needs food. He’d only been in there for close to twenty minutes and his brain was already feeling foggy. It was beginning to be too much.

(Y/N) listened to three different conversations; some girl talking about a bad break up, a group of friends talking about what to do for the upcoming weekend, something about murder, which is probably about a video game. Probably. The clashing sounds of lights and chatter were getting to his head, no longer able to listen to Tendō’s hyper-fixation ramble on his newest manga series. His breathing quickened, chest feeling cold as his head slightly twitched every which way.

Wakatoshi glanced over at (Y/N), noticing the spaced out look on his face and his subtle twitching. He linked their pinkies with a squeeze, a subtle question wondering if (Y/N) was fine. He quickly settled his gaze back onto his tray. He felt (Y/N) squeeze a couple times; a special thing they did together instead of saying words was tapping or squeezing whatever they held of the other. One for no, two for yes, and three for ‘I love you’. It was perfect communication between two non-sociable human beings.

(Y/N) felt better, knowing someone he trusts is with him. His chest felt warm as he thought about how much Wakatoshi cares about him. (Y/N) could make it to the end with him.

Wakatoshi finished his tray as well as (Y/N), deciding it was time to head back to their dorms and away from people. The two stood, waving goodbye at Tendō and Semi, and placed their trays in the respective area before they made their way back to whoever’s dorm popped up first, pinkies intertwined once again.

The walk was quiet, neither really speaking as they walked through the long hallway filled with different doors. Wakatoshi’s door eventually came up. The two settled inside, the morning sun dimly lighting up the room through Wakatoshi’s curtains. As soon as the door closed (Y/N) wrapped his arms around Wakatoshi, chest to back. His cheek coddled into Wakatoshi, instantly feeling better as Wakatoshi held his hands. The two didn’t talk as they embraced, gentle smiles on both of their faces as they relaxed into each others, and only each others, presence.

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Bet you dont even remember making this request lmao

#i am so rusty man #loved the idea dont think i did above average tho :( #literally started this at 3 am lmao #god writing is so fun why cant i keep up a rhythm 😭 #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #ushijima wakatoshi x male reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x male reader #ushijima x reader

[yanderecrazysie]

Ache part 2 please?👀

My writing is finally starting to come back. 👀

Part 1: here

Title: Ache Part 2

Pairings: Tendou Satori x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, spoiler for timeskip, chubby reader, drugging

Summary: Tendou feels an ache for you that won’t go away.

ache

/verb/

feel an intense desire for:

The factory was even bigger than you could have ever imagined. Your entire house could fit in the front entrance. The outside was stone gray and square, leading up to large smokestacks, but the inside was much more appealing.

There was a red carpet with golden trim laid out upon the floor, and you had a feeling it was specifically there for your visit. The walls were lined with paintings of desserts. They looked so realistic that you couldn’t help but stare.

“Touch your finger to one of them and put it in your mouth,” Tendou advised you, “They’re tasteable paintings.”

“There’s no way,” you scoffed. Despite your disbelief, you swiped your finger across a particularly delicious-looking blueberry cheesecake painting. Then, you popped your finger into your mouth. The flavor exploded on your tongue, making you let out an “mmm” of delight.

Tendou watched you do so, eyes dark with want. But he could wait. He could be patient. 

“Now, you promised you would taste-test some chocolate for me!” Tendou reminded you with a lazy grin, his eyes lidded.

“Of course,” you said with a fist pump, “I’m excited for it!”

Tendou watched as your tummy and breasts jiggled a little with the motion and he realized that he too was hungry, just for something very different than you were.

The two of you walked through the factory together, so close together that your arms occasionally brushed against each other. He showed you all of the machines and explained what they did. Like a good girl, you nodded and showed as much enthusiasm as possible.

Then, finally, they got to the part of the tour where you would be testing out chocolates. Tendou opened up a box and pulled the first one out- a square of chocolate.

“This one has caramel inside,” Tendou explained. 

You tried to take it from him but he pulled it out of your reach, “No, no, say ‘ahh’!”

You giggled and opened your mouth, making an exaggerated ‘ahh’ sound. Tendou popped the chocolate inside and you began to chew, “Ooh, it’s so sweet and chewy!” 

It took you a while to finish the chocolate with how chewy it was. Tendou was ready with a new one as soon as you were done chewing.

“This one is a cherry cordial- do you like those? A lot of people don’t,” Tendou asked.

“I love every kind of chocolate,” you said with a grin. He popped it into your mouth and you bit down. The chocolate was hollow with cherry filling. You closed your eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the wonderful taste.

He pulled out a chocolate with bumps along the top, “This is a nut cluster. You’re not allergic to nuts, right?”

“Right!” you said, opening your mouth again to take in the next treat. This time, Tendou tossed it in from a distance, giggling when you had to move your head to snap it up into your mouth.

“Mmm… very crunchy! I like it!” you said.

“If I actually made a bad chocolate, would you even tell me?” Tendou asked with a smile.

You returned his smile, “Of course I would, but you’re amazing at making chocolates, so I’ll never need to!”

“Well,” Tendou said, reaching back into the box with a racing heart, “This is my secret invention- a chocolate that’s pretty bitter. I want you to answer honestly whether you like it or not.”

You nodded and let him drop the dark chocolate ball into your mouth. The dark chocolate outside was delicious, but the center was filled with a very bitter liquid. Your face twisted in disgust as you swallowed, “Yuck! Sorry, Tendou, but that one was not good.”

“I guess you’ll have to be the only one that has to suffer through it then,” Tendou said with a breathless chuckle, heart rate spiking as your blinks became slower and heavier.

“Woah,” you said, “I suddenly feel kind of… weird.”

“Like how?”

“Tendou, something’s seriously wrong with your chocolate,” you slurred, starting to sway on your feet. He helped you into a sitting position on the ground and watched as you started to lose consciousness, “What did you do… to me?”

He cradled you close as you fell asleep in his arms. Then, he picked you up bridal style and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You may not have liked that chocolate, but I think that one’s my favorite.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!! #one shot #yandere tendou #tendou satori