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Roster Hopper

Pairings: Fem!Reader x College Au Karasuno players (separately, except for Tsuki & Yamaguchi)

Summary: You make a bet with your best friend and co manager that you can sleep through the entire Karasuno roster, without the team finding out. 

Word Count: 8.4k

Warning: reader having sex with entire team lmfao, maybe reader is slightly manipulative at times? I don’t think so but tagging just incase, oral (fem receiving) in multiple different positions, light spanking, p in v sex in different positions, men whimpering lol, oral (male receiving), fingering, thumb in ass, squirting, spit, sorta voyeurism, threesome (Tsuki and Yams) virginity loss (Yams), semi public sex, brief drinking mention MDNI

A/n: Changed my original idea to just y/n trying to go through the roster bc you plus a friend is a lot and trying to write around the team not finding out would be hard SO here we are. Y/f/n = your friends name. I didn’t want to have to think of a random name. If you don’t have someone you can just slot in Kiyoko or something. I also bolded each players name so if you want to skip to a specific dude, hopefully it is easier to find. Enjoy!

“How long have they been at it?” you asked your friend as you were filling up water bottles for the third time this practice. If you weren’t so used to the sound of volleyballs being smacked around, it would probably have driven you crazy by now. It was your second year as Karasuno University’s volleyball team manager and you loved it. Water bottle fill up runs and all.

“Too long,” your friend replied, “I don’t get where they get the energy from. I’m tired just watching them.”

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a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town

academy

adventurer's guild

alchemist

apiary

apothecary

aquarium

armory

art gallery

bakery

bank

barber

barracks

bathhouse

blacksmith

boathouse

book store

bookbinder

botanical garden

brothel

butcher

carpenter

cartographer

casino

castle

cobbler

coffee shop

council chamber

court house

crypt for the noble family

dentist

distillery

docks

dovecot

dyer

embassy

farmer's market

fighting pit

fishmonger

fortune teller

gallows

gatehouse

general store

graveyard

greenhouses

guard post

guildhall

gymnasium

haberdashery

haunted house

hedge maze

herbalist

hospice

hospital

house for sale

inn

jail

jeweller

kindergarten

leatherworker

library

locksmith

mail courier

manor house

market

mayor's house

monastery

morgue

museum

music shop

observatory

orchard

orphanage

outhouse

paper maker

pawnshop

pet shop

potion shop

potter

printmaker

quest board

residence

restricted zone

sawmill

school

scribe

sewer entrance

sheriff's office

shrine

silversmith

spa

speakeasy

spice merchant

sports stadium

stables

street market

tailor

tannery

tavern

tax collector

tea house

temple

textile shop

theatre

thieves guild

thrift store

tinker's workshop

town crier post

town square

townhall

toy store

trinket shop

warehouse

watchtower

water mill

weaver

well

windmill

wishing well

wizard tower

A day out ❓️

Murals and graffiti on the streets of Ireland in solidarity with the Palestinian people agaisnt settler-colonialism

"24 massacres in 24 hours"

This is how Palestinians are describing today (October 23) in Gaza

The death toll had passed 5000 including 2000 children

Five thousand murdered in two weeks

1200 of which are unaccounted for under the entire residential buildings that have been flattened

This is not normal

We cannot get used to these numbers

This is horrific and we need to keep advocating and holding israel accountable for this and call it what it is: genocide.

Read, share, boycott, amplify Gazan voices - do whatever you can but don't ignore this now that you know.

one thing i refuse to do is write a man who is normal about his partner. he must be frothing at the mouth, hissing at anyone who approaches them like a rabid raccoon, daydreaming about them 24/7 or what's the point?

there is none. go feral or go home

KITTY’S CHARM. ft lyney

tags. fem!reader, lyney knows reader but reader doesn’t know lyney, he’s a cat like the one in his hat, soft kisses, fluff, lyney is a flirt and a tease, not proofread. wc. 0.5k

“Ah, hello there, kitty,” you whispered softly, your fingers gently caressing the small cat’s fur.

“What brings you out here all alone?”You picked up the cat, feeling it nuzzle against your knee with a gentle lean.

“Meow〜”

“Alright, little one, I’ll take you home. Just remember, no wreaking havoc on my couch,” you playfully cautioned, cradling the cat tenderly as you made your way back home.

Upon arriving home, the cat gracefully hopped out of your arms, already making itself at ease in its newfound surroundings.

“Why so restless, huh? You’re already at home,” you teased, watching the ebony feline’s paw gently tap at your pants.

As night fell, you embarked on your customary routine—slipping into comfortable pajamas and placing a glass of water on your bedside table. The dark cat followed suit, sauntering into your room and settling onto your bed, finding a cozy spot as you nestled in.

“Come here, kitty,” you coaxed, spreading your arms and the blanket invitingly. The cat nestled in close, its content purrs of delight filling the air as you held it close.

“Goodnight, kitty,” you murmured, bestowing a tender kiss upon its nose before surrendering to a tranquil slumber.

Nestling closer to the warmth beside you, you sleepily enveloped it with your arms.

To your astonishment, you realised an arm in your grasp, and tracing further down, your fingers met another hand. As your eyes shot open in shock, you were met with the sight of an ash-blond man in your bed.

“WHO ARE YOU, AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED?!” you exclaimed, launching a pillow at the man, who adeptly evaded it.

“I’m Kitty, or you can call me Lyney," he replied, his innocent smile attempting to defuse the situation.

“The magician? How and why were you a cat?!” you persisted, only to be silenced by his finger pressing gently against your lips.

“Well, Madam, it appears I accidentally imbibed a potion and found myself transformed into a cat. Thankfully, you stumbled upon me and came to my rescue. So, might I offer you anything in return for your kindness?” he inquired playfully, conjuring a rainbow rose in his hand and extending it towards you.

“I’m not… quite sure,” you mused, holding the rose delicately in your hand. Suddenly, you felt his finger gently lifting your chin.

“How about bestowing me with another kiss?” he teased, leaning closer to you.

A rosy hue tinted your cheeks as his enchanting smile held you captive.

“That kiss was meant for the kitty, not you,” you stammered, nervously pressing your lips together.

“Hmm, but I’m still the kitty in human form, aren’t I?” he persisted, his playful tone lingering in the air.

“Come on, just one little kiss,” he pleaded, his eyes sparkling.

“Not a chance.”

“Not even on the cheek?” he pouted, his playful charm impossible to resist.

“Ugh, fine,” you relented, your exasperation evident in a soft groan. You leaned in to plant a swift peck on what you believed to be his cheek, only to find him moving his head, causing your lips to meet his in a surprising twist.

“Thank you for the sweet kiss, my lady,” he whispered, a playful wink accompanying his words.

He chuckled softly as he watched your cheeks turn a delicate shade of red. Your endearing display of shyness only deepened his affection for you, making him fall even more head over heels.

NOTES. he’s very writeable, i keep thinking about cat noir whenever i write about him

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[11:23 pm]

pairing: itoshi sae x gn!reader; angst!!

"you're leaving for spain?"

despite your questioning tone, itoshi sae knows you well enough to know that your inquiry is actually a statement. he turns around, seeing you leaning against his doorframe. your arms are crossed, a neutral expression on your face as you meet his eyes.

he nods once, giving you the confirmation that you need. you merely hum quietly in response, silence ensuing as you continue to stare at one another. it feels like hours, but it couldn't have been more than a few seconds before sae opens his mouth to speak again.

"who told you?"

"rin."

"figures," sae scoffs. of course rin would go running to you. whenever a disagreement would take place between the two brothers, rin would go to you for support, knowing you were the only one who sae would listen to. a part of him is scared to hear what you have to say next, unsure of his own actions if you were to ask him to stay.

another part of him anxiously waits for you to speak, to ask (not beg, he knows you'd never beg) him to stay and wait a few years. to wait for the both of you to graduate before leaving for spain, where you'd continue your studies abroad and he'd be able to live out his dream with you by his side. but it never comes, and he can't ignore the dull ache in his chest when you look away, nodding softly before turning to leave.

"have a safe flight, sae."

you're gone before he can even think about responding, and he sits down on his bed as he realizes that a part of him— his heart— will always remain in japan.

wc: 285 rbs are appreciated <3

ding!

. . . itoshi rin. like father, like daughter.

“why is she doing that?”

rin’s eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, his lips somewhat pouting as he doesn’t understand why his daughter, who was nine months old, is acting in such a way. he’s trying to rationalize it in his head; he possibly couldn’t have taught her to do such a gesture, and you surely wouldn’t have either, right? was he that terrible of a parent to have his little sunshine do that to him?

“hm? doing what, rinrin?”

“she’s sticking her tongue out at me,” he says, and he feels a bit dejected at the thought of his daughter resenting him. he looks at her, then back at you, “did you teach her that?” rin asks quietly as he gently rocked her back and forth in his arms. “because i didn’t.”

“oh.”

“oh?”

“rin,” you chuckle, clearly amused. this made your husband even more confused.

what was so funny?

as cute as your daughter is, he still minded the way she always stuck out her tongue at him. and rin, knowing himself, would’ve let it slide the first few times, often entertaining her by mirroring the expression, but she only ever seemed to do it to him and no one else. the baby, the angel that she is, never did that to you, to his family, or even to his older brother.

he was sure that sae taught her that, and the mere thought of it being true slightly annoyed rin.

“rin,” you start, “she got that from you, y’know?”

your husband is brought back to reality as he processes your words.

from him?

“from me?” he asks, glancing at his daughter, who giggled at him, leaning her chubby cheek on his chest. rin swore his heart melted on the spot, and that all problems had been cleared, though not quite . . .

“yes, you. we were looking at your baby album earlier, and most of your pictures were pictures of you sticking your tongue out at the camera, so i guess she’s mirroring you,” you told him, holding it together to not burst out laughing at his dumbfounded expression. “plus, she watched a highlight of your career video online. most of the clips were when you’re so engrossed in the match that you stick out your tongue, love.”

you shrug your shoulders, happily smiling toward your little girl. “it seems that someone’s copying her daddy, huh?”

“oh.”

a faint blush blooms on rin’s face, and he tries to hide it by turning away from you, though you’re just as quick to persuade him to face you once more. “you’re copying me, hm?” he says to her. “that’s cute.”

in turn, the little sunshine giggles, sticking out her tongue at him, her eyes squeezed shut as she places her small hands on either side of rin’s cheek.

“bleh!” she cheers.

rin sighs, a small smile appearing on his lips. “bleh,” he mirrors her.

of course, you managed to snap a photo of the undeniably cute scene. you smiled triumphantly at yourself as you took a good look at the two in your phone’s gallery. this would be a great addition to her baby album, you think, plus it’s so adorable to see her pick up one of rin’s mannerisms that he carried with him until adulthood.

it certainly was like father, like daughter.

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bf texts with rin !

character/s: rin

warnings/notes: this is the first smau i'm posting so pls be nice >:(((

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Warning: reader death hehe and vague mentioned to how reader dies

His years as a Devil Hunter have lessen his sanity. The drinking didn’t help either and, with it, common sense becomes uncommon for him to grasp. So, what he forbid Himeno to commit became his monthly pilgrimage. 

His walk towards you was undoubtedly slow, dragging his shoes on the pavement as he focus on your grave - perfectly still and quiet, just like the rest of the folks buried nearby. 

As he finally reached you, Kishibe places a bouquet on your grave; a mixture of zinnias and sunflowers with daffodils he plucked out of someone’s garden near the cemetery. Then, he looks at you once more, closer, with less of a squint from the heat of the sun and more of a blank expression.

Your headstone was written in the fancy cursive he thought you’d prefer and its material was shiny, reflective, similar to the jewelry you wear. In a sense, you were still beautiful, a sight that leaves him breathless each time he sees you. 

Just like that day, when death forces the air out of your body. Leaving you literally breathless as your gaze aimed and dimmed at him. Your shock expression never changes since then and, for a vigil with only him as the attendant, it was hard to not get attached to your casket. 

Nobody was there to offer him condolences nor booze to distract himself with. Ironic for the Mad Dog to be lucid concerning someone’s death but it’s different. You’re different, you weren’t even a Devil Hunter in the first place. 

Let alone someone who is capable of fighting back. 

Kishibe breathes in then out, counting sheep in his head just like you told him to whenever he finds himself restless. 

“Thought, I’d stop by here,” Kishibe eventually occupies the quiet, his hand slipped into his blazer, feeling the cold metal of his flask on his fingertips. “Bought some flowers too - thought you need it ‘cause you like them right?”

Silence. 

“Also, your plants aren’t not dying, don’t worry.” It’s a lie. Kishibe have thrown and replace your plants multiple times. “I got a wonderful green thumb and also an eye for design.” Meaning he had placed all of your plants in the balcony, regardless that some of them needs more shade than others. 

He hears the rustles of leaves, the weep of someone nearby, and his breath. Kishibe feels the simmers of heat on his suit and the light breeze brushing his skin. 

He’s not expecting answers from a woman who is more bones than flesh at this point. Months have passed since he outlive you so maggots and other insects have gotten to taste your skin just like he did when you were alive. 

And he was jealous of them - the parasites that satiated their hunger out of your suffering. 

Instead, he lives on. Day by day, numb and dissociating. He still plays the song you insist was made for the two of you, still eat his vegetables to be, at the very least, healthy despite his vices, and still sleeps on the left side of the bed where the sun hits first. 

He continues to work as if that day was a regular Tuesday because to everyone else in the Public Safety, it was just that. The annoyance they express over the wreckage of private property, the enthusiasm over alcohol after rescuing injured civilians while searching for the bodies of the deceased. The insanity they all express as they fought the Devil that took you as hostage. 

But something happened and Kishibe thinks he wasn’t intoxicated enough to pursue the last blow. He could blame the alcohol for all he knows, or his co-workers, or the fact that the Devil was insistent in escaping each chance it got before it stumbled upon you.

Kishibe breathes in then out. 

Then, once more. 

“I meal-prepped for the first time,” Kishibe says to break the tension. His flask has gotten warm within his grasp. Opening it would reveal a strong oolong smell which you’d be surprise about considering he would never touch tea before. 

“Thought the chicken was fucking salty and the miso was bland and overall an exhausting experience…” Kishibe continues to ramble. “Don’t get why you insisted in cooking for me though. Not like I need a warm and delicious meal everyday.”

It’s a conversation that repeats itself throughout his relationship with you and while different reasons have been stated and agreed. It never truly fits the narrative you pursue. So, no, Kishibe knows it wasn’t because homecook meals costs less nor does your expertise in the kitchen.

“But you’d fight me on that though,” Kishibe adds and lets go of the flask in his grasp, dragging his fingers down to the tie he had loosely put on the collar of his shirt.

“And then you would ramble about how I deserve at least somethin’.” With a chuckle, he reminisces how ridiculous and obsessive you were with his being; getting heated even with eyes that shed tears for his self-deprecation. 

Mad Dog Kishibe, strong and prideful but when treated with your fragility he crumbled. He doesn’t have to wonder why you put up with him. 

It’s because you love him; it’s something you say to him all the time.

“I love you,” you say after waking up then another before he leaves for work. You’d say it again after he comes back from said work then another before he falls asleep.

It was romantic, corny, and it always churns his stomach whenever he hears it. He was unresponsive the first few attempts you tried it out, scoffing at the romanticism you portrayed the relationship with. But he looks then nods before establishing a routine of kisses and hugs. 

In his head, however, there’s a limit for his responses and that one day he’ll tighten his boundaries concerning your love. And yet he delays and excuses until there was nothing left to hide from.

“Guess, these days I deserve nothing at all,” he tells you regardless of the reassuring words that began to verbalize in his head. It uses your voice, luring him to take back the harsh proclamation but he didn’t. 

With his success, he aches for a cigarette but he knows his pockets were empty of any and that the last box he had were crumbled inside the glove compartment of his car. Sometimes forgotten, mostly remembered - an attempt to undo years of addiction. 

Kishibe chants the simple phrase in his head and finally mouths the words in silence. Fear shouldn’t be the force to cage him for one attempt in reciprocation but he stands still, throat constricted, with the never-ending grief he has for you.

His beloved.

#taking off your ring in the middle of a fight

–pretty self-explanatory// this can also mean a promise ring or engagement ring that they gave to you

CHARACTERS. Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Cyno, Diluc, Il Dottore, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Tighnari, Xiao, Zhongli; gn! Reader

THEMES. angst, arguments, slight crack on one of them (guess who), most has no comfort, some has comfort

NOTES. i haven’t been posting multi-hc’s have i? well, here yall go~

ZHONGLI, at first, failed to notice it until he opened his eyes and turned your way.

It was just an argument, all couples do have one. All normal relationships have such situations, after all. Yet it was beyond him to see the band over the table, where you had just been moments ago, only to leave him to ponder with his thoughts all alone.

He quickly turns and follows you to wherever you might’ve gone, “love?” he calls out with a full voice? “Love?” And a broken one after that when he sees you on the bed, folding clothes on your own.

“Are you… leaving?” He hesitated, clearing his throat and prompting you to look up and meet his eyes.

He braces himself for your answer, brave enough to accept your answer, whatever it may be. He wouldn’t stop you—you have every right to leave, after all.

“What? No, of course not, what made you think-” then your gaze trails down to your fingers upon seeing the ring on his palm, instantly reaching out and taking it from him, “Oh-was that? I was only… I took it off because I had to wash my hands to fold the clothes.” You slowly explained, realizing the intention behind his question as you do so.

“Oh, beloved… I am never leaving you,” you stood up and he was the one who stepped forward and received you in his arms, wrapping you and him sighing out heavily once he felt your body against his.

┌───────── ·  ·  ·  · ꒰⚘݄꒱₊

XIAO felt the way his knees buckled as he zeroes into your hands, now holding onto the ring that was once wrapped around one of your fingers. That same ring that he had created out of the love from the depths of his heart, a ring that symbolized not only his feelings but also his pledge to never sever the bond you have.

Did you not… want it anymore?

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