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Haikyuu!! ~With a short reader 2nd part~

1st part is here.

Oikawa T.

He loves hugging you because he really likes the feeling of you in your arms, and especially your head resting on his chest

In fact, if you don't hug him in the morning in front of school, at lunch when you two meet to eat together and after his training (you often have to take him away from the gym) to go home together, he'll complain about not having received the right amount of affection from you (Iwa will hit him at least ten times due to that)

Sometimes he teases you a lot little because he enjoys seeing your pouty face: "(Y/N)-chan, do you mind if I rest my arm here? It's so tired from training." "Tooru, get your gross, sweaty arm off my head!" "But it's the perfect armrest!" "..." "Awwww, (Y/N)-chan, are you pouting? How cute!"

Despite that, although he never misses an opportunity to make you angry about your height, he still does everything he can to make you feel appreciated: he knows when to stop with the teasing and when to compliment you, even for the most seemingly banal things

Furthermore, if a fan mentions something involving your height negatively, he won't hesitate to confront her

Kuroo T.

His teasing (because, come on, we know he certainly does them) are... particular: seriously, sometimes he can be a huge pain, but he's always able to bring a smile to your face ("Here it's." "Why did you bring me milk? I asked you for a bottle of water." "So maybe you grow a little and can at least reach Yaku in height.")

His favorite thing to do is grab you by your waist, hold you up and spin you around, especially after he wins a game or when you see each other again after a long time; he doesn't care who is watching you (his entire team, who will make fun of him forever), because all he's focused on at that moment is the lovely smile stitched on your face

If you start playing with his hands, he'll be wide-eyed, wanting to scream about how adorable you're; nevertheless he won't do so, thinking your or his neighbors won't appreciate it

In addition, his heart will be going crazy in his chest: you've no right to be so pretty, he'll think; he'll pout when you let go of his hands

If you wear his jersey during his games, no ball will go past his blocks; after the match, which will have ended with Nekoma's victory, though, he'll become a little arrogant: "Oh? What are you wearing, chibi?"

Haiba L.

You two make a so cute couple!

You've something like fifty centimeters of difference, but he doesn't care it anyway: he's very direct, and he always lets you know you look super cute for him

Anyhow, since he's so direct and frank, he's sometimes a little insensitive without meaning to, and he may say things to you that can offend you; when that happens, after realizing you're hurt, he begs you to forgive him, even if you two are in public, and he continues until you say you forgive him ("(Y/N)-chaaaaaaaan, forgive me, pleaseeeeee!" "Lev, get up, everyone is watching us!" "Forgive meeeeeeeee!" "Okay, okay, I forgive you, just get up..." "Yay! Let's go to the bar!")

When you two hold your hands, he's the one comparing them: he intertwines them with his and plays with your fingers; "Your hands are so tiny compared to mine" is one of his most common phrases

Your way of hugging is very cute: when you two are standing, you're hugging him from behind literally like a koala, and it's funny because you're so tiny against him; when you two are sitting, instead, you really look like a child compared to him, since you're like a ball on his lap

Tendou S.

He's absolutely not making fun of you, not even as a joke: since he was insulted by other children as a child, he doesn't want you to feel as bad as he felt

If someone makes fun of you, he'll protect you: "So you think you can make fun of my darling like that?" "N-no... I was just saying she's shorter than most people here in Shiratorizawa... T-that's all." "Yes, and I think you-" "Satori." "Yes, beauty?" "No." "..." "Satori." "Yes..."

His typical nicknames for you have to do with beauty ("beauty", "beautiful", "my pretty one", "my pretty girl", "cutie"...); the reason is because he thinks you're really too beautiful: he loves your height, and he thinks you're perfect for him

Speaking of affection, he doesn't mind if he has to bend down to kiss you, but for a long time he proposed you stand on a stool to kiss, and the crazy thing is he even bought it for you!

Besides, I think he's both a small and big spoon: indeed, sometimes he just wants to be held by you (when it happens, it's very funny to see your position due to your height), other times he wants to wrap his arms around you

Goshiki T.

You two met when you showed up at Shiratorizawa's gym as a manager; when he saw you, he started blushing madly, because all he could think about was how adorable you were ("I-I'm G-G-Go... MY NAME IS GOSHIKI TSUTOMU, NICE TO MEET YOU!")

He's so protective of you! He knows very well how adorable you're and how you can appear naive due to your height: in fact, does someone insult you for your height? He'll come to your rescue by listing all the reasons why you're lovely. Is anyone hitting on you? He'll stand in front of you, scaring, or rather trying to scare, them

The best way to cheer him on during his games is to wear his team jersey: the boost of self-esteem he'll receive thanks to your action will be enormous!

In fact, he loves, loves seeing you wear his clothes: they fit huge on you and make you really cute; he would really like to show the whole world how beautiful you look when you've on them

Moreover, if you hug him from behind, he dies of embarrassment because he feels your face against his lower back and your little arms wrapped around him

Miya A.

He also loves to tease you in a playful way: his favorite actions are not bending over when you want to kiss him (so you've either to jump or to "climb" on him), messing up your hair and calling you "shorty"

When you get pouty due to his teasing, he can't help but smile and coo at you because he thinks you're very adorable (his mind only thinks this: awwww, (Y/N) is pouting, she's so, so, so, so, so, so lovely!); if he made you very angry, he would stop immediately and give you an awkward kiss on your cheek (that's his way of apologizing)

If someone makes his same teasing about you, though, he'll make everyone apologize: do you know how he scolded the girls who disturbed his first serve during the match against Karasuno? Here, he'll treat them like that

He loves bragging about you two to his brother (he often gets slapped or objects thrown at his head because of it): "Samu, look how cute my little girl is!" "Don't flaunt my photos around, Tsumu!" "Get out of my way, Atsumu!"

He likes a lot giving you kisses on the forehead, even if he has to bend down quite a bit to do so

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synopsis: When famous model Y/N L/N transfers to Shiratorizawa, the news of her arrival spreads like wildfire. Nearly everyone expects her to get with Ushijima and become Shiratorizawa’s celebrity power couple. However, when she walks into school clinging to Tendou Satori’s arm…everyone can’t help but wonder what she saw in their resident weirdo. (smau tendou x model reader)

status: completed!!

tag list: closed

Y/N’s Squad || Tendou’s Squad

01 || Traitor

02 || Stop Flirting

03 || Shiver Me Timbers

04 || Bachelor Tendou

05 || Nice Kakashi Cosplay

06 || Fanfic Recommendations

07 || Virgin Lips

08 || Detective Tendou

09 || Trouble in Hell

10 || Dashing Monster

11 || Volleyball Anime

12 || Anime and Chill

13 || Yellow Angry Bird

14 || Oikawa Hate Club

15 || Inter-High Finals

16 || Stockholm Syndrome

17 || Barbie

18 || Officially Nervous

19 || Body Pillow

Side Story: The Times He Wished it Wasn’t Fake

SEMI, ATSUMU, suna, OIKAWA, kuroo, hoshiumi, SUGAWARA, sachiro, SAEKO, hinata, goshiki, TENDOU, LEV, koganegawa

AAAAAAAHHHHHH! I love this post so much! I am so glad I requested this! I too go feral for clingy ushijima, he is a teddy bear with his s/o I will fight people for this😤. Also aone my baby!!! How could I forget this giant polar teddy bear of a man! I love this so much, thank you for making this post!

hello! I saw that your ask box was open and I thought it would be fun to ask you for clingy boyfriend for Ushijima, Bokuto, Tendou, and/or anyone else you thinks fits the bill! I wasn’t sure if you do headcanon stuff, and if you only want to do one person that is completely fine! Also separate with their s/o! I think your writing is so good and I always look forward to your posts!

aHHH thank you love! i added aone bc he’s a baby 🥺 hope u like it! (and yes i do headcanon stuff :>)

ushijima, bokuto, tendou and aone as your clingy boyfriend

warnings: gn!reader, big boys being soft, no proofreading

type: headcanons (sfw)

genre: fluff

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ushijima wakatoshi (wc: 215)

even though he doesn’t talk very much, he never fails to show you his affection

a human teddy bear i stg

he radiates heat, and he loves to rest his chin on top of your head when you stand in front of him

if you’re taller than him, he loves it when you rest your chin on top of his head

i go feral for clingy ushijima

he isn’t really into pda but when you two are alone ohhh

if he could, he would go to the toilet with you

his fav cuddle positions are either when you like straddle his thighs and lay on top of him or when he is on top of you so he can snuggle his face into the crook of your neck

my heart I-

and he loves to see you wearing his clothes just for the fact that he knows that you’re his 

tendou takes photos of you two all the time, and even though he won’t admit it, ushijima secretly loves it, and he has them all printed out to put them into a photo album to give it to you on your anniversary

bokuto kotaro (wc: 146)

ANOTHER BIG BOY

and he's SO BEEFY

his hugs are also the BEST

hugs and kisses 24/7, no matter where you are 

baby never lets go of your hand

and he LOVES to chill between your thighs

like he just lays there and minds his business

and he loves it when you play with his hair

i love bokuto sm it breaks my heart to see him upset

he prefers to be the big spoon, but sometimes he likes to be the little spoon, too

and he likes to carry you around instead of letting you walk

bokuto loves back hugs

especially when you kiss the spot between his shoulder blades

vshdfgzufhu oh to hug bokuto in general i’m sick of being 3d

every time he sees you he starts to smile so big, and he shows everyone how lucky he is to be with you

tendou satori (wc: 174)

he adores you so much

and he treats you like a royal

and ofc he would call you “my paradise” and i love it

HEAD PATS HEAD PATS

i stg AHHHH there's so much serotonin in my body rn like wtf

boy is SO into pda

he wants you to sit on his lap all the time, especially during lunch, so he can show off that you’re his

look at him,,, you would wear matching rings/necklaces/bracelets and especially matching onesies when (you’re not in school ofc)

wear his jersey to his games or his jacket  this boy will melt on the spot

he loves to compare hand sizes with you and he’ll kiss every finger and every knuckle of yours afterwards

and he texts you all the time when you’re not by his side to make sure that you’re good

he likes to give you back hugs but like when he approaches you from behind he’ll put his hands over your eyes first to let you guess who he is (even though it’s obvious)

aone takanobu (wc: 174)

another boy who is v v tall and who looks v v mean

BUT

do you know this reaction in animal crossing where your character like radiates flowers bc they’re so happy (i think it’s called joy but i’m not sure bc i play it in german lmao)

same energy

he walks you to school every day, and he’s ready to carry your things for you

pda yes but like lowkey

he absolutely loves it when you caress his cheek and he gets so soft

like all blushy and that shit when he sees you

WHEN HE HUGS YOU, HIS HAND IS ON THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD

and he always wears a shy smile when he sees you dvhagzhuqjw

he’s just glad that you’re not scared of him bc of his looks

he pokes your cheek with his finger when he wants your attention

and he loves giving you nose kisses

when you two are alone at his or your place and you cuddle in bed he prefers to be the little spoon

Men whose favorite sight is you on your knees in front of them, gagging harshly as you struggle to take them all in. Their hand slowly reaches for your cheek, just to wipe your ruined mascara off your pretty face; admiring how your tears won't stop shedding from your eyes. Oh how well you're taking them, all dressed up in a nice laced lingerie that shows off your breathtaking skin a little bit too much, and how much they love your stubbornness when you take milking them down your throat as a challenge, and try to give them as much pleasure as you can. They can never get enough of your glassy eyes that's focused on them, trying to record every little groan you earn by sucking them off in your mind. Nothing would compare to the moisture of your wet mouth; and how the tip of their length hits the back of your throat every time you gulp their cock. Men who would whimper unconsciously as they worship their s/o's messy hair, wondering how they got this lucky to be stuck with someone as stunning as you.

"Look at you baby, taking me so well. You're such a compassionate one, aren't you? God, just like that baby; promise I'll return the favor and express my gratitude once you're done making me feel good. My my; didn't know you were such a crybaby. Are you that desperate for my cock? Fine then; I guess I can't- Ah- resist you when you look this pretty kneeling against me, can I?"

DAZAI, Chuuya, Tachihara, Ranpo, NIKOLAI, VANITAS, ATSUMU, SUNA, Iwaizumi, OIKAWA, Osamu, Sugawara, KUROO, Tendou, Kunimi, Inosuke, GOJO, Sukuna, GETOU, Baji, Draken, Mikey, MELLO

Men who would be offended when you sit anywhere else than on their lap. When they play your favorite movie and call out for you, they're expecting to feel your warm small figure curl up on their lap, but instead, they sense the cautions next to them sink down, and then your warm body is placed next to them.

Next to them, not on them.

Their heart shatters into pieces by your cruel act of betrayal. How could you do this to them? Do you even love them anymore? You probably don't, because why else would you be sitting far far away from them? Why do they have to reach out so they'll feel your body against their fingertips? Why aren't you all over them already?

Unforgivable! Are you trying to give them a heart attack? What are you going to do next? Hug a plushie instead of them in bed?

"Heartless devil" They whisper and avoid your stare coming out of your widened eyes as they try their best to hide their pouty face from you, and won't respond to you when you keep asking them what's wrong. The fact that you don't know why they're upset pisses them off even more!

Hmph! You better make it up to them with extra cuddles and kisses in bed, or else you're gonna have a serious problem.

"What? I didn't say anything! I'm not frowning!!! Fine, I guess I am.. You have to figure out why! Are you that dum- Ouch! Now you're hitting me with pillows? Why? Why don't you love me anymore? Are you going to break up with me or something? Is that why you didn't sit on my lap?"

Of course, that's why the man child is upset.

When he sulks again and asks you to stop giggling, you just sigh and sink into his warmth, absorbing all the love he feels for you in his heart. He also sighs- out of comfort of course-, and wraps his arms around you to feel you even more.

"Now you're giggling? Well congratulations then! You've successfully hurt my feelings! What? You wanna sit on my lap now? After I had to tell you myself!?… Fine... I guess I can let this one go... No I didn't say that I didn't want cuddles anymore! Just, come here, will you?... Ah, finally... Really baby, what am I supposed to do without you? How am I supposed to sleep at nights if I can't feel your warmth against me? Don't ever leave me princess, ok? You know that I'll be a mess without you"

DAZAI, KAJI, RANPO, RANPO, Nikolai, CHUUYA, Kenma, KUROO, Lev, Bokuto, Tendou, ATSUMU ATSUMU ATSUMU, Suna, OIKAWAAAA, ZENITSU, Inosuke, Megumi, Todo, MELLO, Roland, Vanitas

Thought of this while eating the potato chips my dad had bought for himself😋

"This is what you're buying?"

Your boyfriend hands a chocolate ice cream and other snacks to the cashier, and nods.

"But you said it was an emergency and you really needed to buy some important stuff"

"I still mean it. Snacks can count as emergency too, on some occasions"

You watch him hand the cashier his credit card and raise a brow at his words. "But I have all the same stuff at home—"

The look in his eyes finally clears everything up.

"Oh my god you ate them all again you little shit, didn't you?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, pretty" He flashes you a somewhat dumbfounded look and shrugs his shoulder.

"I'm gonna take a look at the cabinet when we get home. If I don't find my snacks you're dead meat"

"Just remember that food can be replaced easily, but a kind and loving boyfriend is very hard to find these days"

You give him a threatening glare. "I'll come to this very shop and pick out ten different brands"

"You wound me so deeply sometimes, sweetheart"

DAZAI, RANPO (He'll make you pay for them tho, actually Dazai might do that too), Nikolai, Kaji, TECCHO, Tachihara, GOJO, Geto, BACHIRA, Rin, REO, Chigiri, NAGI, Tsukishima, NISHINOYA, Daichi, SUGAWARA, KUROO, Lev, BOKUTO, TENDOU, Osamu, ATSUMU, SUNA, OIKAWA, Vanitas, ROLAND, LIGHT, Mello, L

I read this fic so often it’s almost shameful

Feral (Tendou x F! Reader)

Hey! Here’s Nyx being super late with a collab fic for the Haikyuu Headquarters Collab, which can be found here! 

Special shout outs to @the-great-queen and @fallingintoimagination for getting me hooked on Feral Tendy <3 and @mammonrights for bein a heathen with me.

Warnings: Biting, Marking, Slight breeding kink cause it’s me, A lil bit of predator/prey play, and NSFW abound~ 

You quite enjoyed the calm, lazy weekends where you curled up with a book or movie, ignoring the outside world and the coming work week. The same couldn’t be said for your friend, currently draped over your lap, whining.

“I’m so bored, let’s do something fun.” Tendou looked up at you with pleading eyes as you kept watching your show. You were only a few episodes out from the season finale, and you weren’t too keen on stopping now.

“I am having fun, Sa-to-ri.” You grinned, glancing down at him, “It’s not my fault you don’t have any taste.” He pouted at you, the teasing something that had thrived in your friendship.

“It’s not my fault I’ve already read the whole series before the show started. I could tell you what happens if you want.” Your attention turned fully to him, what he wanted all along.

“You wouldn’t dare, Tendou.” You tried to keep your gaze hard on him, despite the growing grin on his face.

“Ooh, pulling out the last name, that hurts.” He put a mocking hand over his chest. “And I wouldn’t have to ruin the whole series for you if you just entertained me a little.” You huffed, pausing the show and giving him an unamused glare.

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I was listening to Safeword by TV Girls when I wrote this so, the vibe is there. there isn’t any use of using a safeword, it’s briefly mentioned.

idk if other campuses have study rooms in their dorms but my college does so I’m going with that LOL I’ve always been exiled from my room due to roommates fuckin so I just…ripped that from my life and put that in here and angst-fied it

taggy tags/cw: unprotected sex, choking, spitting, dub-con kinda, possessive behavior, mentions of toxic tendou, dom/sub themes, daddy is said like twice, predator/prey themes

taking a night class on a whim wasn’t the best idea initially, the cold air settling in your bones as you trudge to the other side of the campus to your dorm or walking around at night alone at 9pm were downsides were obvious downsides. normally, the transition from fall to winter was your favorite; it always marked the beginning of lazy morning cuddling and late-night spooning, prolonged hand-holding and reluctant releases of overextended hugging, the whisper of plans intermittent amongst soft kisses before everything turned rough. now, it just felt cold, frigid. by proxy, the walks also became more hellish as well. up until recently, you’d at least had your ex to make this journey with you– like clockwork, he’d wait outside your class, walk you back to the dorms and propose a fun way to heat you back up.

the thought alone had your stomach in knots, and with the walk ahead combined with AirPods left forgotten on your bed, you were afforded the time to dwell and reminisce. you’d broken up with satori a little under a month ago, there were so many emotions over it that you’d spent most of your time since said breakup doing anything to not think about it. in the moment, yelling back and forth in his apartment the breakup came to you like the sun parting the clouds. you’d both put two long and loving years into the relationship, filled with a love too strong and overwhelming, volatile. you love satori, you still do, but it had started to feel like you were losing yourself to him.

prior to satori, you’d had a bustling social life for a loud introvert– like a little firework, bursting with brightness and color before quickly fizzling out and settling. like the little firework you were, you tended to draw in all sorts of crowd: you were at home with text-book nerds in the library or sipping coffee in a café giggling the hours away with social butterflies; but most importantly, you drew in the outliers.

satori being one of them.

satori had understood, he didn’t press you for conversation when you began to run past your social meter– not the way everyone else did. you didn’t have to plaster a smile and pretend you weren’t exhausted of being suffocated in the middle of the packed library or bustling café with satori. he’d offer you his crooked smile and lead you away to somewhere quiet, the field of grass out in the front of the library or to the comic store across the street.

the transition from acquaintances, to friends, to best friends, and then lovers came a speed unheard of in your life. you were spending most of your time with satori.

the familiar looming building of the dorms snapped you from your tumultuous reverie, noting the crowded quad of the building filled with some fraternity playing cornhole while sipping poorly disguised beers. you grimaced at a familiar-looking gray-haired guy, a friend of satori’s. your roommate hooked up with him on multiple occasions, you’d walked in on him bending her like a fold-up chair all the while she chanted ‘semi’ like it was a goddamn prayer. she often failed to let you know when she had nighttime visitors.

with hasty steps, you found yourself unlocking and flinging the door to your dorm open– eyes suddenly wide like saucers. you couldn’t see your roommate with her latest conquest fucking into her from behind like an animal. with a practiced precision, you silently closed the door despite being sure they heard you barge in.

once again, like routine, you shot your roommate to text you when she was done before lumbering on your merry little way into a study room. the rooms were cold and uncomfortably bright, but with how exhausted you were the crook of your elbow may as well have been a pillow by the way by the way you were out like a light. a nice little nap didn’t sound bad anyway.

the sounds of knocking jostled you from sleep.

you glanced at the frosted glass door of the study room, barely making out what could resemble a uniform. an ra from the sounds of it. a grumble along the lines of ‘go sleep in your dorm’ sounded before the figure vanished from the door. post-sleep delirium only briefly clouded your memory of the room before irritation began to pick at your veins. shifting from your hunched position you reached for your phone, between normal social media messages and notifications, a text from your roommate three hours ago read “hey sorry about that, I’m done”. A glance at the time read that it was a little after 1 am, and with very little energy left– you began the labored walk back to your dorm. the grumble of your stomach rang in the dead hallways, and while contemplating making way too much noise to fix something to eat in your dorm– you reasoned you weren’t in the mood for confrontation and detoured to the shitty little snack machines outside in the quad.

the wind bit at you as you shuffled to the machine, eyeing a mediocre honeybun before you felt the familiar feel of watching eyes. you could’ve jumped when spying satori heading straight for you, indescribable face paired with a meticulous and unabashed stare. you hold each others gaze, his steps faltering at being caught staring. there’s a very unwelcome feeling of vulnerability, standing in the cool late night air only lit up by the unflattering blue light of the snack machine. there isn’t a crowd to blend into, not another person to pretend to be talking to, it’s just you. while sleep for dinner suddenly sounded enticing enough, whirling on your feet to retreat did nothing for you– having taken five steps before being embraced in a vice grip.

despite the strength behind the hug, you knew for a fact if you put up a struggle he’d let you go immediately. satori was a lot of things, but he respected your limits and most importantly your space– mostly anyway. it felt like a quiet standstill, holding onto a breath much too ragged to let go in fear of breaking the sudden stillness. unfortunately, you couldn’t stop the small hiccup of breath and the tremble in your form. he was all around, the smell indisputably him underneath the cologne you’d got him for his birthday last year, the urgency in the hug like you might disappear if he let go, the nuzzle into your neck.

you couldn’t stop the babble of i’m sorry’s and i miss you’s that spewed out like a broken faucet.

the rational part of your brain told you to sop, break out of his grasp and go to bed. but the bigger and louder part of your brain was just overjoyed to be held in his arms, the soft kisses along your neck and worrying words of possession raging war in your conflicted mind. but with touches so sweet, you couldn’t deny that it felt good, it felt right. “wanna…wanna sleep with you ‘tori” the little whines for him were pathetic, sniffle-y in a way you’d never know drove him up the walls. but you’d missed falling asleep curled in his arms– caged against him like something precious and worth protecting.

“c’mon bunny, let’s go to bed” the familiar warmth bubbled in your stomach at the nickname, it was so harmless-sounding but vivid memories of satori pistoning into you while calling you his dumb little bunny was enough to have filth beating in your brain like white noise. another quiet little whimper wormed its way up your throat and had you been in the position to few the absolutely perverse look breaking satori’s face, you might’ve been a little scared at such a feral face. refusing to let go, satori merely waddled the two of you to his dorm– breaking apart momentarily to push you into his dorm. the air knocked from you sent your heart into a frenzy, gasping for air while staring up at satori with doe-eyed red-rimmed eyes.

satori would take it to his grave, but the way you cried and stared helplessly up at him wanted to make you his forever– no one was allowed to see you like this. you would never know how enraged he truly was about the breakup, but he was patient– he knew if he gave you what you wanted you’d come running back to him in the end. in the wild, bunnies never run far away when startled, the runoff and then pause shock-still; you’ll find them by looking for beady black eyes.

in your case, you simply let satori catch you.

satori was on you like a wolf, kisses so overbearing you were gnashing teeth. the familiar grip to your throat had you keening, mouth agape for him to snake his tongue in. like before, you opened to his whims with little thoughts. satori was voracious when it came to you, a hunger like a starved coyote was comparable to the way he endlessly craved all of you. whiny little mewls of pleasure wormed past your clashing mouths as he seemed to tear your clothes off you, each article of clothing being thrown out of focus as he worked you out of all articles of clothing besides your oh so cute little bra and panties.

the groan that escaped satori was guttural, even broken up you were such a good little bunny. he remembered picking this particular bra and panties for you, lacy and the slightest shade of pink– perfect and tastefully see-through. “I guess my stupid little bunny is crafty, you planned this didn’t you? “ a rough grip to your left breast has you keening, his palming clouding your thoughts from voicing your confusion on his accusation– dipping his head back down into the crook of your neck to roughly bite into the soft flesh. the pained whimper spurred him onward, you could feel the blooms of purple and blue along your neck as he continued downwards mumbling things your little mushy brain couldn’t quite piece together.

it was rough, always rough with satori. his path of blooms didn’t stop, roughly pushing your bra up to roughly bit down on a quickly pebbling nipple. the warbled cry you let loose was unabashed, heat surging through you like a jet stream. you were white-knuckling satori’s shirt, suddenly much too aware of his clothing. “take it off ‘tori, wanna feel you” weakly pulling at his shirt, the throaty chuckle resounding against your tender breast before he pulled off– a pop! sounding that had you keening once more.

you could only stare up at satori quickly ridding himself of his shirt, you pathetically reaching for his sweats before being swatted away. trapped against the floor with his body once more, one hand slithered down to cup your dripping cunt while the other snaked around your throat once more– grip bordering on worrying. he plants several little kisses along your jaw before nosing into your ear

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you bunny”

the cry of pained pleasure is pulled from you, hands fisting his red hair between your fingers at the feel of two of his long fingers knuckle deep without warning. before you could even catch a breath, he began to absolutely ruin you. it should be cruel to be as good at fingering as satori is, like he hadn’t spent a month apart from you as he beat into that spongy spot that had you shaking and crying with pinpoint accuracy. the tension in your tummy was becoming too much, the only thing keeping your head painfully in the present despite the near lack of oxygen from satori’s vice grip on your precious little throat. his sinful fingers had your head wracked heavy with pleasure, but you’re so desperate for more. “I need…tori please please please!” you have no idea what your pleading for, and satori slows down which has you crying out in distemper.

“what do you need bunny? tell me what you need so daddy can give it to you” it comes out more rough than you’d expect but the shiver that runs down you is splendid. for the first time, you gather enough lucidity to look up at satori and all you see are his pupils blown wide alongside that knowing grin. he makes you feel so small without trying, you can’t help but hump against his finger’s still knuckle deep in your tight little cunt.

“wanna cum on your fingers, please daddy I need it!”

it comes out loud and desperate, even for you. but it does the trick, he’s back to pistoning his fingers like a jackrabbit in your fluttering pussy– your huffs and chants of ‘tori, ‘tori, ‘tori working him up in a way he knows you remember. his thumb pushes down harshly on your clit, it’s not much pressure but the building tension in you snaps, white hot pleasure shoots through you and leaves you sobbing and moaning out thank you’s and I love you’s like a trained slut– like his slutty little bunny.

you’re still coming down from your high, air rushing into your unobstructed lungs with satori simply staring down at you. it’s always intense with tendou, and despite looking ready to fuck you into the floor he’s waiting. but any thoughts of backing out leave as fast as they come, bringing you legs together you work your drenched panties from you dripping cunt up your thighs and off your legs. you seal your fate when you spread your legs and open your mouth.

“i want you daddy, i only want you”

he’s on you faster than you can breath. the cry you let loose could be in a porno, being stretched so full while your folded onto your back, head knocking into the floor while your knees are trapped by your chest underneath satori’s legs. the stretch burns but the angle has you reeling, all too quickly you feel the familiar tension building in your tummy again at a rapid speed. but your cries to slow down aren’t heeded, no satori seems to getting more and more rabid with his thrusts– the sharp sound of skin meeting skin getting progressively louder and faster. one thrusts knocks your head violently into the floor, satori’s hand clamping around your neck the culprit for the dull pain ringing through your head.

your hands scratch long red lines across his shoulders, pleasure beginning to border on painful as your pitifully floating off into your head. across you look completely out of it, fucked out with your cute little mouth open and tongue hanging out. satori puckers his lips and eagerly you open your mouth wider, eyes rolling as his spit hits the back of your tongue. you barely hear the frenzied swallow with the way your head is swimming in bliss but you do and you swallow, earning a guttural groan from satori.

you can feel satori begin to falter, your clenching pussy pushing him closer to the edge while you teeter at the precipice. it’s only when his free hand rubs furiously at your nub that you wail so loud you think you’ve woken up the entire dormitory, squirting all over yourself while you pussy flutters impossibly tighter that it sends satori crashing. thick, warm ropes of cum coating your insides while his collapses onto you– squishing you impossibly closer to him. you miss feeling this full, this content. even at the protesting of your limbs and poor battere cunt you can’t help but feel blissful. even with your legs trembling with a force, way too much air rushing into your lungs as you fidget beneath you’re happy.

satori’s smothering you, large body still weighing heavily across you but you can’t find it in you to fight him off– not so secretly pleased with the pressure of him. he grabs you by the cheeks, kissing you so deeply your afraid you’ll float off from the lack of air before he breaks the kiss. there’s a trail of kisses all over you face, each softer than the last before he leaves on last one at the corner of your jaw before whispering so lowly you almost can’t make it out. your fading, sleep dragging you under– from exhaustion or the pressure of satori your not sure. but even as your eyes close you still catch the tail-end of his mutterings.

“you’ll always be my precious little bunny”

"The volleyball team doesn't have parties." Your eyes narrow at your friend. "To be fair no one at this school really has parties but least of all the volleyball team...What kind of prank are you trying to pull?"

"I'm not. But since they lost the inter-high and they're not going to nationals..." he leans over his side of the library table and drops his voice, "...the guess monster convinced the other third years to host a...thing...I don't know, something! Before we all graduate."

You roll your eyes. "He has a name."

"I know," snips your friend. He watches your gaze drop back to your book, picking up notes where you left off. "Well?"

"Well what?" you ask without looking up.

"Do you want to go?"

With a snort you reply "no."

"Aren't you the least bit curious about them?" His voice curls salaciously. "They're the elite--"

"Everyone at this school is an elite," you remind him.

"Of the elite," he amends. "C'mon...I know you've got a huge crush on-"

You slam your pen down and glare at him. "Finish that sentence and it'll be the last thing you ever say."

He smirks under your full attention. "Promise to go?"

"No." You smile derisively. "I have literally no interest and I won't be manipulated into going."

He huffs and drops the topic as you get back to work.

"Last chance to come," he prompts, stopping by your room later.

"No thanks," you reply without looking up from the line of text. He huffs admonishingly but leaves without further argument.

It's pleasingly quiet in the dorms.

You're sure most of the other students have gone to the volleyball team's event and it just reinforces your decision not to go.

You're not here to make friends.

You're not here to find yourself or your place in the world.

No, Shiratorizawa serves only one purpose for you.

It is a stepping stone.

An escape.

You've worked hard to get into the most prestigious high school, achieving the best marks while you're here to give yourself the highest launching point to get as far away from here as possible.

And from the way the options sprawl out before you, you're almost free.

Finding yourself will come after you find a way out.

Tokyo, Paris, London, Seattle; the acceptances have poured in and you can taste the finish line.

The freedom.

You won't jeopardize that with meaningless distractions.

Pouring your heart and soul into every subject, you've been recognized by almost every teacher you've had. Almost every peer, too. From those who've spent their whole academic career trying to catch you, drag you down, cheer you on, or chew you up. Your name is renowned.

Your future is envied.

"I told you I'm not going," you say sternly to the knock on your door.

"How do you know that's why I'm here?"

You jump with a gasp, turning sharply in your seat toward the door and see Tendō Satori leaning against your doorframe all lean muscle and cool confidence.

You scrutinize his lazy smile with a tight gaze. "Why are you here, then?"

"I didn't see you at the party." He crosses his arms, eyes never leaving yours. "I was curious what you were doing instead."

"Well," you gesture across your desk, turning back to it, "now you know."

He lingers in the doorway, not asking for your attention but distracting you all the same.

You ask stiffly "is there something else you wanted?"

"You."

Snap; the tip of your pencil breaks off in shock.

You're too embarrassed to look at him so you just stare at your books hearing the smirk in his voice.

"I was hoping I would have an excuse to cross your path, an opportunity to be subtle at the party but I should have known better."

Your heart's beginning to thrum.

Yes, you're aware of the guess monster. The eccentric genius whose personality and character are even more alluring than his performance on the court. But attraction is distraction and the future is uncertain so for the past three years you've ignored any curiosity toward the appealing red-head.

The fact that he's here now...what he's implying... you're not sure you believe it.

When you don't say anything he prompts "do you understand? I threw the party for a chance to hangout with you."

The concept of it is too tough to understand, like a lump in your throat.

"I...I understand..." you admit.

Can he hear how hard your pulse beats in the quiet?

"And?"

"And what?" You fight every urge to look at him.

"How does that make you feel?"

After a moment of sluggish consideration you reply "I'm...flattered...Tendō, really. I am. But, I need to study."

He hums from the doorway, unsatisfied. "That didn't really answer my question."

"I don't know how to answer it, then." You stare at the pencil in your fingers as you twist it. "Or maybe I don't understand what you're trying to ask."

"I'm asking if you'd like to hangout with me."

Of course you would.

The answer is right there on the tip of your tongue but it feels like saying it would puncture some intangible bubble, destroying the path to your future.

"Let me ask a different way," he says slowly, gently. "Can I...hangout with you?"

Your eyes flick to him with a frown because it has to be obvious that you're in the middle of studying right now and not interested in just hanging out.

That's when you notice his backpack.

He smiles wryly.

"You mean..." The creases of your frown deepen. "You..."

He nods. "Can I study with you?"

"Why would you want to do that?" you ask, face screwing up as you gesture. "There's a party going on right now with your friends. A party you literally organized."

"Only to spend time with you," he amends holding up a finger and you gape in exasperation.

"I don't know, Tendō." Rubbing your forehead you grimace. "It's..."

He waits patiently, far longer than anyone else would and you realize what you have to say is just that important to him.

With a slow, steadying breath you meet his eye and confess. "I don't want to stay here...I've worked hard all this time to escape...And I'm... scared..."

"Of stumbling on a reason to stay?"

Something clicks into place within you. Like a puzzle piece perfectly fitting with another, you feel seen.

Understood.

You nod.

He looks hesitant now, eyes still gauging your reactions. "What if...that reason... wasn't going to stay either."

Your chest tingles with implication but you hold it at bay again, denying the suggestion. "What do you mean?" you ask nervously.

Tendō cautiously straightens up as if facing something head-on. "What if...when you escape...you weren't alone? What if a reason to stay...became..."

"A commonality to leave?"

Tendō's eyes shine and he smiles, mirroring the pining hope dawning inside of you, too.

There's a flash of images through your mind: saying goodbye to family and friends, boarding a plane, walking down a cobblestone street with the Eiffel tower twinkling in the distance.

Your heart skips a beat because you've imagined these things before but, for the first time, you imagine you aren't alone.

"So..." He asks, failing to hold back a wry smile. "Can I join you?"

Men whose personalities flip when they have a crush on you

Suna, Atsumu, Oikawa, Suga, Yaku, Daichi, Futakuchi, Tendou, Kita x gn reader

God himself couldn't stop Suna from flirting with you. You'd think he has a secret twin; honey eyes dull and uninterested until you walk in. He's got a sly smirk on his face as he leans in to talk to you, the first conversation he's engaged in for the day. Calloused fingers poke your cheeks and tease their softness. You and you alone can make him seem this alive.

Atsumu could not be more quiet in your presence. His abdomen is starting to cramp up from how he's been sucking it in for the last two hours, not daring to breathe too loudly in front of you. He's clumsy and dazed, making you repeat yourself a handful of times before his ears regain their function to listen instead of just staring at you. A far cry from the perfect player he is on court.

Oikawa is insufferable. Whether it’s to the people around you both, or you directly, he’s flaunting everything he’s got. He has the pointless delusion that his friends will play wingman for him instead of sabotaging. He’s not a tyrant captain but seeing Mattsun purposely distract you as he sets up for a floater makes him think Seijoh can go for a few laps after practice. Nicknames and small affections galore. Sure, he smiles and waves at all his fans but does he hold their hand and give them long hugs even if they’re just excusing themselves to the restroom? Also he leans on you a TON. Has no spine when you’re around, just always draping himself over you and whining for your attention.

Sugawara gets a little mean. He can't help it! He knows he's the poster boy of being a kind senpai, but one glance at your sweet face has his inner desires tumbling out. He's fairly good at controlling himself but you are his one exception. He'll make sharp quips in the sweetest voice possible just to see you get whiplash over it. He knows he should stop, that there's a chance he might drive you away with his behavior, but he's addicted to teasing you in the worst way.

Demon senpai Yaku? Did you mean angel boyfie-to-be Mori 😇😊🥰 Man is the simp of simps and everyone knows it. Nekoma is disgusted with the way his forehead vein disappears and he immediately stops yelling once when you walk in. Yaku spoils you rotten even if there is no label on you two; he's holding your hand to kiss the back of it, walking you to class, buying you dinner all the time, and complimenting you non stop. He's a perfect gentleman. That's not to say he won't tease you (relentlessly at that,) but that comes later. First, he needs you to know that you're the apple of his eye and there isn't anything he wouldn't do for you.

Daichi would forget his head if it weren't attached to his body. You're just so pretty and wonderful, it makes him nervous! The type to drop his food all over himself if he's eating around you. He's knocking things over and tripping over his feet in your presence. Daichi is adorably clumsy but he always gives you a bashful grin, blush staining his cheeks and ears.

Futakuchi teases you so badly, you'll think that you're the one with the crush instead of him. This man won't let you live. You're not even dating but he already has an entire folder of blackmail on you- when you fell asleep in class, you tripping up the stairs, dropping a whole bag of chips on your white pants. He brings up your embarrassing moments so often. I wonder how much attention he must have been paying to you to catch them all 🧐

Tendou is selectively awful to you. The definition of ‘gives you his worst to see if you deserve his best.’ He’s so tired of people abandoning him when they realize who he is as a person. He’s almost expecting to scare you off, so he goes overboard as some assurance that ‘yeah, you’re not the one.’ Color him surprised if you do stick around and dare he say….treat him normally. If you get to that point, he’s gonna be clinging on you like there's no tomorrow. He might even seem like he’s leading you on a bit with all his hot and cold teasing, but trust me, there are definite feelings behind it.

Nobody expected Kita to be offering you his shoulder for a nap, but here we are. He cares about you deeply. Deep enough that when he sees you yawning, he folds his cardigan in his lap as an extra pillow while he gently guides you to his legs for a quick rest. He keeps his warm hand on your shoulder the entire time and gently rubs it, even long after you drift off. His highly valued personal space is now your highly valued personal space. He has the sweetest smile and a warm blush on his face whenever he talks to you. The team can’t even make fun of him because it’s so adorable.

.masterlist.

Best friends?

Tendō x reader

Summary: Being his best friend since childhood but realizing you may like him more than just a friend

A/N: this is my first time publishing something for Haikyuu so I hope y’all like it ;)

He was your neighbor, he was funny, a little different from others, but who wants to be like everyone else? He always made you laugh and never got bored.

When you first noticed he got bullied, you talked to him and he reassured you that it was not as bad as it may seam and that he was ok with it. But when it went on for some time, you decided to come by one practice. You defend him and you may or may not punched a rude boy. Tendō definitely tried to stop you, but let’s be honest you’d do anything for him.

Shortly after you joined the team, so that you could make sure that they didn’t say anything mean. Which they didn’t they were terrified of you and left the two of you alone.

After middle school, you went to Aoba Johsai and he chose Shiratorizawa. You both remained friends and often meet up on the weekends. When meeting you often studied together, or played some volleyball. You joined the girls team of your school, while he became one of the best players of Shiratorizawa. You were proud of him and celebrated all his victories, but never got to see him actually play. Until the spring tournament in your third year. Your team was finished earlier and instead of resting before your next game you decided to watch the end of Tendōs game. You sprinted to the main hall and up the stairs to the stands. You made your way to the front row.

He was in his third set and sweating like crazy, but he still blocked the other team with ease. You admired him for his skill and his amazing goal rate. You screamed his name and cheered him on further.

Tendō would recognize your voice under a thousand others and quickly shoot you a glance and a wink. The Shiratorizawa fans definitely looked at you confused. You where in your own team colors and cheered for the player all the fans seamed to stay distant from.

As they made their last score for the win you ran down the stairs and after they thanked their fans and got out the gym, you immediately ran to your best friend hugging him tight. “You where amazing Satori! You looked so cool ahhhh!!” He lifted you off the ground and swung you around a little “Did you see that crazy last block I did, I’m a genius!” You ruffled through his hair smacking his head afterwards. “Don’t the so full of yourself.” You scolded him while laughing. He put you down again while smiling like an idiot. “Care to introduce us to your girlfriend Tendō?” A blonde boy asked “What? Oh ah she-“ that term made your head a little fuzzy and a bubbly feeling made its way to your belly. “Y/l/n Y/n” you answered, ignoring the title given to you. Tendō looked at you with little surprise but decided to talk later.

“When’s your next game?” He asked instead making you panic “Shit I have to leave, see you later! It was nice meeting y’all, we’ll talk a different time! Bye!” And with that you ran back to the gym of the girls tournament.

blue hour

tendou fluff

word count: 1168

nostalgia and love before sunrise

listen while reading 🎵

image is not mine

[5:25AM]

That’s what the clock read. It was way too early for any sane person to voluntarily wake up at. Fortunately, Tendou and you were unhinged enough to be able to enjoy an early morning. It was routine for the both of you to naturally wake up before sunrise to enjoy the pale blue sky. You both liked to think it was better than watching the sun rise.

There was something about the complete silence so early in the morning, birds still tucked away in nests and some people beginning to get up, while others are only now getting to bed. Whether there was a hustle and bustle indoors, the outside world is at a stand still. The moon glimmered in its final hour before letting the sun take over. He was always the first to wake; the curtains lifting with the gentle breeze carried into the room through the window cracked open. Today was no different.

He blindly reaches out to your side of the bed seeking your warmth. Eyes slowly opening to see you first thing in the morning. The room glowed a heavenly blue; your silhouette, a painting by the gods above. He thanked whatever being for your existence. He has always, and continues to be, thankful for your existence at the same time as his, and he’s convinced you were both lovers in a past life.

He pulls you impossibly close, breath fanning over your shoulder to your neck as he presses soft kisses on your bare shoulder. He fixes the strap of the tank you wore to sleep, leaving kisses wherever the strap grazed. His fingers trail down your arm until he reaches your hand, clasping your hand in his tightly; he’s afraid that if he lets go you’ll prove to be a figment of his imagination. His cheek is rested against the palm of his right hand, chest pressed against your back as he waits for you to wake up.

He’s never seen anything more pure than the way you look right now. He brings your hand that’s currently in his hold to his lips, and he presses kisses on your knuckles as he hums to himself in delight.

You begin to stir, eyes fluttering open as you struggle against the sleep fighting to reel you in. You squint at the clock, glaring red numbers blurry as you rub your eyes. Tendou smiles at seeing you wake, his hand gently setting yours down so he can wrap his arms around your waist. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, a muffled “g’morning” leaving his lips. You smile, bringing one of your hands behind you to run it through his tousled hair. His toes curl as you lightly scratch his scalp; you know it drives him crazy.

After a brief moment of silence he gently turns you around so he can look at you. You smile lazily at him, sleep still evident in your eyes. He kisses your forehead and cradles your face with one of his larger hands.

“You ready?” His voice is still rough from sleep.

You smile as you wrap your arms around his neck, nodding before tucking your head under his chin. A smile graces his features at how endearing you are. He wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around you in a protective embrace for the rest of his life.

He grunts as he gets up from the bed with you clinging to him. As he stands, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as he grabs a blanket hanging from a chair in the corner of the room so he can drape it over you. With his hands under your thighs he walks to the balcony door, opening it so he can step outside. You both breathe in the brisk morning air, a little dewy from the moisture in the sky.

You unwrap your legs from his waist and stand before him, your arms now wrapping around his torso. As usual, the world is quiet and still. You look up at him as you draw unnamed shapes into his back. “Have I told you how beautiful you look?”

He blinks at you in surprise, not expecting you to compliment him first thing in the morning. He laughs heartily as he twirls a strand of your hair around his index finger. “My love, aren’t I supposed to be complimenting you?” He raises an eyebrow questioningly.

You huff out a laugh and shake your head. “I’m being serious. You look….how do I put it….otherworldly.”

He tilts his head. “You mean too ugly for this world?”

You shake your head harder this time, lightly squeezing his side as a retort. “No, as in you’re too perfect for this world. You’re the best thing to happen to me ‘tori. I hope you know that.”

His cheeks sport a faint pink as he sits down in one of the chairs out on your balcony. He takes hold of your hands and pulls you closer to situate you between his legs so he can be at eye level with you. His eyes well with tears of joy. He feels incredibly lucky to have you, of having the privilege of knowing you. He cradles your face in his hands as he caresses your cheeks with the tips of his fingers. He treats you like a porcelain doll, as if one wrong move will break you.

This is what you love about mornings like this. The pale blue sky serves as a blanket of security, where one can be vulnerable without the world prying. That’s exactly what Tendou takes advantage of. In the security of the blue hue that only casts shadows he’s able to show you his rawest emotions, his innermost thoughts and fears or dreams, fully knowing you won’t run away. You are his paradise, his escape from the cruelty of the world that wakes when the sun rises.

You hold his face in your hands as well, wiping the tears away as you kiss his forehead. “I love you ‘tori.” You say it in a whispered voice despite it still being quiet outside. You would just hate to break the calming ambiance.

Tendou pulls you down onto his lap, his lips hovering over yours as he whispers an I love you in return. He fills the gap between the two of you in less than a second, the warmth of his lips begging for you to never stop loving him. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

You lean into the kiss, hoping to convey how much you love him. It’s almost scary just how much you both rely on each other, how you’re so in love. You can’t fathom not having him in your life. You’ve bared your soul to him just as he has with you, a trust so intense people think you’re obsessed-absolutely infatuated. And maybe you are, but that’s not anyone’s business except for Tendou’s and your own.

blue hour

tendou fluff

word count: 1168

nostalgia and love before sunrise

listen while reading 🎵

image is not mine

[5:25AM]

That’s what the clock read. It was way too early for any sane person to voluntarily wake up at. Fortunately, Tendou and you were unhinged enough to be able to enjoy an early morning. It was routine for the both of you to naturally wake up before sunrise to enjoy the pale blue sky. You both liked to think it was better than watching the sun rise.

There was something about the complete silence so early in the morning, birds still tucked away in nests and some people beginning to get up, while others are only now getting to bed. Whether there was a hustle and bustle indoors, the outside world is at a stand still. The moon glimmered in its final hour before letting the sun take over. He was always the first to wake; the curtains lifting with the gentle breeze carried into the room through the window cracked open. Today was no different.

He blindly reaches out to your side of the bed seeking your warmth. Eyes slowly opening to see you first thing in the morning. The room glowed a heavenly blue; your silhouette, a painting by the gods above. He thanked whatever being for your existence. He has always, and continues to be, thankful for your existence at the same time as his, and he’s convinced you were both lovers in a past life.

He pulls you impossibly close, breath fanning over your shoulder to your neck as he presses soft kisses on your bare shoulder. He fixes the strap of the tank you wore to sleep, leaving kisses wherever the strap grazed. His fingers trail down your arm until he reaches your hand, clasping your hand in his tightly; he’s afraid that if he lets go you’ll prove to be a figment of his imagination. His cheek is rested against the palm of his right hand, chest pressed against your back as he waits for you to wake up.

He’s never seen anything more pure than the way you look right now. He brings your hand that’s currently in his hold to his lips, and he presses kisses on your knuckles as he hums to himself in delight.

You begin to stir, eyes fluttering open as you struggle against the sleep fighting to reel you in. You squint at the clock, glaring red numbers blurry as you rub your eyes. Tendou smiles at seeing you wake, his hand gently setting yours down so he can wrap his arms around your waist. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, a muffled “g’morning” leaving his lips. You smile, bringing one of your hands behind you to run it through his tousled hair. His toes curl as you lightly scratch his scalp; you know it drives him crazy.

After a brief moment of silence he gently turns you around so he can look at you. You smile lazily at him, sleep still evident in your eyes. He kisses your forehead and cradles your face with one of his larger hands.

“You ready?” His voice is still rough from sleep.

You smile as you wrap your arms around his neck, nodding before tucking your head under his chin. A smile graces his features at how endearing you are. He wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around you in a protective embrace for the rest of his life.

He grunts as he gets up from the bed with you clinging to him. As he stands, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as he grabs a blanket hanging from a chair in the corner of the room so he can drape it over you. With his hands under your thighs he walks to the balcony door, opening it so he can step outside. You both breathe in the brisk morning air, a little dewy from the moisture in the sky.

You unwrap your legs from his waist and stand before him, your arms now wrapping around his torso. As usual, the world is quiet and still. You look up at him as you draw unnamed shapes into his back. “Have I told you how beautiful you look?”

He blinks at you in surprise, not expecting you to compliment him first thing in the morning. He laughs heartily as he twirls a strand of your hair around his index finger. “My love, aren’t I supposed to be complimenting you?” He raises an eyebrow questioningly.

You huff out a laugh and shake your head. “I’m being serious. You look….how do I put it….otherworldly.”

He tilts his head. “You mean too ugly for this world?”

You shake your head harder this time, lightly squeezing his side as a retort. “No, as in you’re too perfect for this world. You’re the best thing to happen to me ‘tori. I hope you know that.”

His cheeks sport a faint pink as he sits down in one of the chairs out on your balcony. He takes hold of your hands and pulls you closer to situate you between his legs so he can be at eye level with you. His eyes well with tears of joy. He feels incredibly lucky to have you, of having the privilege of knowing you. He cradles your face in his hands as he caresses your cheeks with the tips of his fingers. He treats you like a porcelain doll, as if one wrong move will break you.

This is what you love about mornings like this. The pale blue sky serves as a blanket of security, where one can be vulnerable without the world prying. That’s exactly what Tendou takes advantage of. In the security of the blue hue that only casts shadows he’s able to show you his rawest emotions, his innermost thoughts and fears or dreams, fully knowing you won’t run away. You are his paradise, his escape from the cruelty of the world that wakes when the sun rises.

You hold his face in your hands as well, wiping the tears away as you kiss his forehead. “I love you ‘tori.” You say it in a whispered voice despite it still being quiet outside. You would just hate to break the calming ambiance.

Tendou pulls you down onto his lap, his lips hovering over yours as he whispers an I love you in return. He fills the gap between the two of you in less than a second, the warmth of his lips begging for you to never stop loving him. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

You lean into the kiss, hoping to convey how much you love him. It’s almost scary just how much you both rely on each other, how you’re so in love. You can’t fathom not having him in your life. You’ve bared your soul to him just as he has with you, a trust so intense people think you’re obsessed-absolutely infatuated. And maybe you are, but that’s not anyone’s business except for Tendou’s and your own.

~This is a repost from my old blog~

Mentions of female reader

Warnings ➪ nonee super softtt n’ fluffy <3

Soft!Tendou who throws his jacket over you everytime you come to one of his games because he claims it’s to keep sweaty boys from approaching you but he lowkey is possessive and gets super happy when you wear his number. There was a time at one of his games that he shut down an impressive spike and as the crowd erupted into whistles and hollering you stood up branding his number and screaming at the top of your lungs: “That’s my boyfriend!!” He couldn’t stop blushing the whole match he can’t help being so in love with you.

But also Soft!Tendou who always gives you homemade snackies that he always just happens to accidentally pack an extra portion for you. I feel like every Valentine’s Day you too go and do something like gross Rom-Com marathons and cook together. If you have socials media you always post and tag him and the comment sections are always arguing about “how cute y’all are” or “how you don’t have to rub it in” there is no inbetween

Soft!Tendou that throw all his body weight on to you at random times to see how you react. You’d think he would stop after surprising you with a trust fall when you was ready a book in the library and nearly cracking his skull open on a table when you failed to catch him and when you finally get back to him all he does is smile and cover you in kisses saying I still trust you <3

Soft!Tendou who kisses you anywhere anytime. No matter who is near if you’re busy he just needs to be near you his love language is most definitely physical touch. You know ushijima has had to pry Tendou off of you before practice because he has wrapped himself around you and won’t let go and your kinda just standing there like bread not trying to get out of the death hold but also not trying to get him in trouble with his team.

I don’t know if this is sad or cute but I’m literally screaming because Soft!Tendou definitely can sympathise with anyone and one Sunday afternoon you see him comforting a kid who is all by themselves and crying and you know he just goes to the kid and starts playing with them and spinning them around and building sandcastles with them and when he spots you it’s like your a little family and EEEEEEEEEEE *heart throb*

Soft!Tendou that loves doodling on his skin and one day during lunch just reaches for your hand and brings it into his lap and starts writing everything he loves about you and drawing cute variations of hearts and throwing in the occasional motivational quote like ‘be the best you can be’ or ‘Tendou Satori’s amazing, beautiful girlfriend ♡︎’

Haikyuu Boys responding to ✨noods✨

Featuring: Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kenma, Kuroo, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Tsukishima, Bokuto, Ushijima, and Tendou

18+ I guess?? It's not too suggestive per se

Haikyuu Boys x Reader

I don't even know how to title this one, it's the one tiktok texting trend where someone accuses their s/o of being in someone else's car and sends them a pic of a cockroach instead. That's literally it.

Featuring: Tanaka, Bokuto, Tsukishima, Tendou, Ushijima, Kenma, Kuroo, Oikawa, Nishinoya and Iwaizumi

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

the following is the main masterlist for works written by adenosine. works shown here may be posted to other blogs ran by adenosine that are no longer active, namely @bxbblegumprincex and @nyctof-isle.

♠ smut | ♥ fluff | ♣ angst | ♦ over 1.5k words

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 [𝐇𝐐]

OIKAWA TOORU

✒ achilles come down

⤷ cw : crying lol

TSUKISHIMA KEI

✒ when the reader has anxiety

⤷ cw : mentions of anxiety/panic attacks

✒ when he punishes you for being a brat

⤷ cw : public cumplay, shitty first ever smut

KENMA KOZUME

✒ camgirl!reader giving a private show

⤷ cw : terrible smut

VARIOUS

✒ Kuroo, Tsukishima, Kenma, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi with an s/o who’s stressed over final results

⤷ cw : poor attempt at comfort

✒ supporters of the itty bitty titty committee

⤷ cw : very mild NSFW

✒ comfort for satan's water fall

𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 [𝐉𝐉𝐊]

GOJO SATORU

✒ To My Greatest Love (smau)

⤷ cw : eventual mild angst, violence

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ASKS ARE OPEN

okay so my blog is relatively new for writing therefore!! I am putting this out there that (1) my asks are open and (2) requests are more than welcome right now so if you have a request, feel free to stop by and I'll get to it ASAP! I'll write for timeskip haikyuu, and gojo and sukuna from Jujutsu Kaisen~

•¥HOW THE HAIKYUU BOYS FINGER YOU¥•

NSFW

FEATURING: IWAIZUMI HAJIME, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, MIYA ATSUMU, TENDOU SATORI, KUROO TETSUROU

this is my first actual post on this site so please be kind to me <3

IWAIZUMI HAJIME -

Hajime had come back from practice today a little more angry than usual. And from the way his eyebrows knot together and he muttered under his breath about how he ‘fucking hated athletes’, you could tell you were in for a long night.

You had greeted him at the door, arms out wide ready to pull him into a hug when he first opened it. However, he thought otherwise. He placed his shoes neatly on the shoe rack, and dropped his bag and coat in a pile on the floor by the door. He then bent down slightly and picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes- as if you weighed nothing- and b-lined straight for the bedroom. He kicked the door open with his foot, and, without closing it behind him, threw you down on to the big, double sized bed.

This was all an hour ago. Now, he had your legs pressed to your chest with his left arm, the both of you stark naked, and, with his other arm, was quickly and seamlessly thrusting his middle and ring fingers in and out of your messy, spasming cunt, working you towards your third orgasm of the night.

You panted and whined, unable to get your mind to conjure any kind of coherent sentence, your mind having gone to mush, while you pawed and scratched at Hajime’s bicep.

“Quit with your whining, baby.” He said in a deep, gruff voice. His tone made your body shift, and he bore his eyes into your own as his brows furrowed. He took his fingers from inside yo, making you whine at the loss, and roughly manhandled you back into your original position, quickly putting his fingers back between your thighs.

Your mouth hung open and your tongue lolled out at the pace he set once again, and he leant down to you, capturing it in between his teeth, and using it as a method to keep your eyes on him instead of having them roll back into your skull.

He felt you start the squeeze him fingers again, and he sped them up, curling them inside you just right, and slamming his knuckles against the apex of your thigh. You brought your fists to the nape of his neck and tugged on his hair a little, pulling his face down to your collarbone, where he placed a sloppy kiss to your jaw, sucking a bruise to your skin.

“Come on sweet girl. Cum for me. Do it now or I’ll make sure you cum again tonight.”

Your eyebrows upturned and you squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back and letting out a cry, as you let the coil sat at the bottom of your stomach snap. He watched you intently, smiling down at you and dropping his head to place a kiss on the corner of your mouth as he muttered something about how good your were for him.

“Good girl. Such a good, fucking girl.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU-

Bo sat with his back to the headboard of your shared bed, your back pressed firmly against his chest, as he held onto you with an iron grip. His left arm wrapped around your front, passing over your shoulder to make sure you couldn’t squirm away, while his right arm planted itself comfortably under your own, snaking its way down so he could keep his hand glued to your core.

He sat with his legs akimbo and hooked around your anckles, which, in turn, held yours wide open, leaving you vulnerable to the world. Your hands held onto him, head tucked under his chin, as he furiously swiped his fingers back and forth at your clit, making you writhe with pleasure. Your toes curled painfully and you let out a whimper as he turned his head to place a kiss on your temple, stiffening his body to stop you from trying to curl in on yourself.

He had a little smile on his face - one that completely contradicted his actions- that looked innocent, like he wasn’t playing in your arousal like it was his life’s purpose. He slowed his fingers to a stop, and you whined at the loss of friction.

“Just a sec, baby.” He whispered in your ear.

His left hand came up to place itself on your head so he could turn you towards him for a kiss. He hummed, gently stroking your hair back, while his other hand occupied itself by burying two fingers inside your cunt. Your eyebrows knotted together and and your hands tightened oh him, as you let out a high mewl at the sensation.

You pulled away from the kiss as his arm went back to the way it was before. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you tucked your head into his neck. Your legs convulsed as his fingers rammed into you, causing you to whimper and moan and for your back to arch away from him -as much as his hold would slow you anyway- which only caused him to lean forward and tighten his grip on you.

Soon enough, the band in your stomach threatened to snap as you patted at his chin, getting his attention, and your legs tried to snap shut.

“K-kou, I’m gonna- fuck!”

He kissed up your neck, biting down here and there and leaving bruises in his wake.

“I know baby, let go for me?”

And who are you to deny him? He sat up straighter, leaving room for the inevitable arch that would become of your spine, watching as you shake while you ride out your high. He watched in awe, as you slumped down onto him, still quivering. He pulled his fingers out of you, patting your clit a few times to get a reaction out of you, before bringing them to his mouth and sucking on them.

“You did so well babe, I’m so proud of you. I love you.” He told you, as he kissed your neck, pulling you into his chest. “I’ll let you rest baby, I want another one out of you, okay?”

MIYA ATSUMU -

“Usual?” Osamu asked as you and your boyfriend entered Onigiri Miya. You smiled and nodded, letting out a quiet ‘yes, please.’ as Osamu led you and Atsumu over to a booth. The two of you sat as he offered you a smile and skuttled off to the counter.

You picked up your phone, responding to your friends group chat messages as Atsumu placed his head on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh, trying to get your attention on him. You put your head on top of his and brought your hand up to stroke his cheek before quickly bringing it back down to your phone. You gasped and muttered under your breath about whatever news your friends had roped you into talking about, and Atsumu thought your reactions were the cutest thing ever.

If anyone passed by and took even the shortest of glances, they could see the hearts in his eyes, and the way he hung on to your every little word.

However, that being said, he had been very busy lately, practising, bothering Osamu, helping Sakusa clean, along with Hinita and Bokuto (only to be yelled at by Omi because they weren’t doing it right) ,etc. You had also been busy, with work, and friends and such, so Atsumu was feeling a bit needy, today being the first day in a while that the both of you had free.

He snaked one of his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest, still pining for your attention, and his other hand attempting to swat you phone out of your hands. You huffed and ignored him for the most part, assuming he was being childish, until he actually hit the device out of your grasp.

“Stop, ‘Tsum, I have to reply to these messages.” You said, not looking at him as you picked it back up.

He looked at you with narrowed eyes, and he had an offended look adorning his face. Then, it was right at that moment that an idea seemed to pop into his head. His mouth went from open wide in offence, to a sly, and sultry smirk.

He kissed up your face, stopping at your temple, and, keeping his lips planted there -still in that his awful smirk that you wanted to slap off of his face- he trailed his hand that was originally slapping at your phone, down your body, and stopped at your core.

He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled your shirt down a little, wriggling his hand into the material. You dropped your phone on the table in a wave of irritation and sent Atsumu a warning look.

“What are you doing?” You asked him in a hushed voice, making sure not to alert any of the customers, or, more importantly, Osamu, of what your boyfriend was doing. He simply smiled, using his pointer finger to move aside your panties, sliding his middle finger into your cunt. You quickly sucked in a breath and turned back to your phone, hoping to emerge yourself back into the conversation so you could keep a hold of your sanity. He took your silence as a challenge, and -without any kind of warning- thrust his ring finger inside you as well.

He started moving them slowly, trying to get a ride out of your. With the hand that was still wrapped firmly around your shoulders, he gripped the back of your head, turning it so he could capture your lips in a heated kiss. The heel of his palm grazed over your clit, making your breath hitch, and allowing him to stick his tongue down your throat.

“Really? In front of my food and my customers?” You and Atsumu broke away from each other, a flush on both of your faces, and from what you could see, you assumed that Osamu had only seen the two of you kissing, and not taken any notice of Atsumu’s arm crossing over your body.

“Shut yer trap, ‘Samu.” Atsumu snapped back and his eyes widened at the sight of the food his brother had just placed in front of you. His fingers stopped moving, and you could practically see the drool falling from his lips as he stared at the food.

“You shut yer instead and eat you damn food. Which, by the way, ya ain’t gettin’ for free.” Osamu retorted back as you shakily picked up your chopsticks.

“T- thank you, ‘Samu. It looks great.” You said, breaking up the sure-to-be argument. Osamu smiled down at you, letting out a loud ‘Yer welcome Y/N’ and hurried off to tend to the kitchen.

“We almost got caught, baby. Ya liked the idea of gettin’ caught though, didn’t ya? Dirty girl.” Atsumu said, in a low, taunting voice, right into your ear. Your eyebrows furrowed and the flush soreaf further across your face as you clenched around his fingers. He started moving them again, as he started talking.

“Once we’re finished here, we’re going to see Koutarou, remember. I want to see if he, or Shouyo, or even Omi-kun, are able to tell that my fingers are fucking your cute little cunt.”

TENDOU SATORI -

When he had invited you around to his dorm the night before the big match, you had assumed that it would be innocent. He had asked if you wanted to watch a movie, and then cuddle while drifting off into a deep slumber in preparation for all the energy he would need the next day.

“I heard Karasuno are getting pretty strong. They managed to defeat Seijoh even with Oikawa. That ain’t an easy thing to do. Are you sad you don’t get to play Oikawa?” You had asked Tendou as you shut his bedroom door and set your bag down on his desk.

“Yeah, Ushiwaka said he met two of ‘em a few weeks ago I think. Said they were pretty irritating. And yeah, I’m kinda bummed I don’t get to play Oikawa, he’s almost as powerful as Wakatoshi, you know, especially with those serves of his.” Tendou told you, slipping his hoodie off and smiling up at you.

You placed your hands on his cheeks and leaned down to peck his lips, and, as if a switch flipped in his brain, he impulsively decided that now was his time to strike. He quickly wrapped his arms around your hips and switched places with you so quick you couldn’t register what was happening until your back hits his sheets. Eyes wide, you looked up at him with a blush quickly spreading around your cheeks.

“I thought you said you wanted to relax today.” You muttered quickly.

His lips stretched into a small smile and he leant down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Don’t you think the best way to relax is with your partener? Besides, I only ever actually said watch a movie.” You gasped as he nipped at your cheek. “Nothing about relaxing, baby.” He whispered in your ear.

With that, you took your hands, still grasping at his cheeks, and slid them a little, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him down to your lips. He groaned into your mouth, and unbuckled his belt, shimmying down his jeans, only for you to notice that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. You keened at that, panting slightly as he took his cock in his fist and tugged on it a few times.

He stood to his feet and pulled the material off of his legs, his legs, and threw them to the floor, grabbing you by the anckles to bring you closer to him, and pulled off your leggings and panties in one fail swoop, and dropping them with his own bottoms. He took ahold of your anckles again, and, with a shit eating grin that scared you a little, pushed your legs down into the mating press. You felt the stretch in your thighs and whimpered at the slight pain, knowing that they would no doubt cramp up when he let you go.

He crawled up your body slightly, and perched his ass on your stomach. His fists fall from your legs, letting your feet rest against his shoulders as one of his hands grips your jaw and the other, his cock. The appendage on your face plies your mouth open, and he leans down to you. You look at him with a questioning stare when he doesn’t do anything, only for his fingers to pull your mouth open wide, lower his head, and let a glob of spit pass by his lips and yours, retracting his fingers from your mouth and pushing it shut.

“Swallow, baby.” He smiled when you did as he said, letting go of you and leaning back up straight. He took your hand and placed it on your cock, started the motion of you jerking him off, then took that hand and placed it on your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. He took his other hand behind him, and felt up and down your slit, thoroughly coating you and his hand in your slick.

He immediately eased two of his fingers inside inside of you and your eyebrows furrowed and your fist halted, only for a moment however, because he squeezed your throat a little harder than before, and shook you slightly.

“Baby, don’t make me remind you again. This is your only warning. If you stop this,” he said, glancing his eyes down to where your hand was connected to his cock, “then I’ll either stop this,” this time, he furiously jerked his fingers inside you, shaking your ass, “or I’ll edge you so fucking much you’ll be crying and the only fucking word you’ll know will be my name. I haven’t decided yet. Okay?”

You started jerking your hand again and he let out a pleased him, easing the pressure on your throat and started vigorously fucking his fingers into your pussy.

“Baby what do you say? I asked you a question, didn’t I? I said okay, now it’s your turn.” He said condescendingly.

“Okay, yes. I understand what you’re saying.” You whimpered out.

“Okay, yessss… who?” He dragged out.

“Okay, yes Satori.”

KUROO TETSUROU -

Red and gold hues snuck their way past the crack in your bedroom curtains as the sun was starting to rise, and, it was at this time that Kuroo thought you were the prettiest, peacefully sleeping next to him with the early morning sun projecting itself onto your face. He cast his eyes up slightly to see what time it was, and groaned when he read that it was only just 7am.

He had no idea why his internal body clock hated him, forcing him to wake early on one of the only days he was able to sleep in with you, but with a flick of his eyes downwards, he thought it wasn’t too bad if he woke early, thanking his lucky stars that you were there with him, and that he got to look at you in your most vulnerable state. His lips stretched into a small smile and his face flushed slightly, and he lout out a tired moan, before curling his body over your back, intertwining your hands and dozing back off to sleep.

He was awoken again a couple of hours later, to your body shuffling in his grasp, trying to stretch the fatigue from your bones. You went to get up, not awake enough to realise that lover had been woken by your antics, only to let out a screech when his arms encircled your waist and he rolled over, bringing you with him. There was a smirk on his face when you turned your head around and blew the hair from your eyes. He let out a chuckle, deep and gruff, and you huffed, letting your head flop down on your arm.

“Morning baby.” He muttered into your neck, making you shudder when you felt his breath flutter across your skin.

“Good morning, Tetsu. Let me up.” You replied, and he shook his head.

“No can do darling. I didn’t hear a please. Plus, I was cuddling with you, and you went and woke me up. How dare you.” You could sense the playful lilt in his voice and you could feel his smile pressed up against the side of your neck. You struggled to pry his hands off of your waist, ultimately giving up and letting him wander his hands over your body, stopping at your ass so he could grab a handful of it.

“Isnt Kenma wanting to do a stream with you at noon today? Baby, it’s 10:30 already, you need to get ready.” You told him as one of his hands picked and pulled at the bottom of your sleep shorts.

“Kenma and his lackey’s can wait, you, baby, are more important.” He replied, pressing a kiss under you ear as his hand started to tug your shorts down. You grasped at his writes and smiled back at him, telling him your next point to the conversation.

“They are not his ‘lackeys’, they are his fans. He’d probably kill you if he heard you call them that. Plus, Kenma’s your best friend, you can’t make him wait for you.” Sighing, he pulled the fabric down your legs and off your body, flinging them across the room and immediately latching his hand to your core.

“Babe, it’s because he’s my best friend, that I can make him wait.” He told you, cupping your cunt, then, sucking a bruise into your jaw, he eased a finger into you, and then a second, and started thrusting them.

“That- that is beside the -ah- point. Tetsurou, you are going to -fuck- hang out with your best friend, and you are going to entertain people.” You tried to keep you voice steady to get your point across, but from the pace that he had set from the get-go, it was proving to be a little difficult.

“Am I not entertaining you right now?” He asked, holding you close with his unoccupied hand.

“Yes, bu-t that’s not the point.” Chuckling, he thrust his fingers a little more rougher, and you let out a gasp.

“Oh really? So what’s the point then?” At this point, you were sure he was only keeping to conversation going so that he could torture you. Even if he had just woken up, he’s always up for teasing you, apparently.

“I don’t fuck-ing know.” You replied meekly. He started gently grinding his hips on your ass as his fingers ravished your cunt. He felt you squeeze on him and he bit yet another mark that you would have to hide for work, and he felt pride swell in his chest at the sight of them. You gripped onto his forearms as you toppled vicariously on the edge of your orgasm. And, with a few, short, viscous thrusts of his fingers, you let out a whine and what could only be described as a pornographic moan.

Your body started convulsing and he pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up infront of your face as you struggled to catch your breath, and patted his fingers, watching all of your slick and arousal run down his hand. You didn’t realise what he had done until he was grabbing at your hair to direct your attention to his face, and he sucked on the appendages that were just inside of you.

Your eyes widened, and you quickly placed your hand over your own mouth, too embarrassed by his actions to think about doing anything else. He turned to you, smiled, and winked.

“I’m gonna text Kenma and see if you can join us today.”