#Haikyuu reader

[mattsundaes]

18+ ; oral sex f!receiving, filming, squirting, masturbation

roommate!suna who you hook up with sometimes when you're both bored and horny. who has his own not-so-secret onlyfans page. who tells you time and time again how goddamn perfect your pussy looks, how pretty it would look on camera.

suna, who doesn't think you'll actually say yes.

(you're not expecting to feel so excited when he sets up his phone at the edge of the bed. but he makes sure to tease you about it, a smirk tipping up the corner of his mouth while he runs two fingers through the slick that already drips down the inside of your thighs.)

(it only makes you more wet.)

there's something so arousing about it—knowing that someone else will be watching the way you get down on all fours. the way suna settles down on his back and runs his hands down your thighs before spreading them wide enough apart to fit his head between them. the way your back arches of its own accord, a strangled, needy moan tipping out past your lips as he tilts his chin up and laps a broad stroke through your damp folds.

suna knows it's probably fucked up that he doesn't even end up posting the video. that he hoards it all to himself, even after posting a teaser for the upcoming content, a photo of his mouth covered in your wet slick captioned: "RN LOVES EATING PUSSY 🌹"

his subscribers have been commenting nonstop asking where the video is. but he's too busy rewatching it himself. too busy hitting pause and rewind and play again and again and again. too busy stroking his dick to the way your puffy, wet folds look with your legs spread, with your ass arched in the air, pussy on full display.

it makes him fucking drool like a dog the first time he watches the way your legs tremble the second he gets his tongue on you, the way your pussy spasms. there's not much else to the video, it's just a close up of his chin and his mouth in the lower half, his hands occasionally roaming. but the focal point is what matters most—the globes of your ass, your spread thighs, your pretty, wet, swollen pussy dead center in the frame.

suna loses track of how many times he jerks his dick raw watching himself tongue fuck your cunt into a slippery, shaking, mess. he memorizes the sounds you made when he stuffed his tongue inside of you, when he started sucking on your throbbing clit (and the sounds he made, too—the desperate, pussy drunk moans while he licked and lapped and sucked).

but it's ultimately the ending that's his favorite part, when your entire body goes rigid with your impending climax. your voice is muffled, caught somewhere between begging and sobbing as you gasp into his pillow. and then he thrusts two fingers inside of your tight, wet hole, mouth lapping at your clit while he pumps the digits fast and hard.

you scream, and clear liquid sprays from your pussy as you squirt all over suna's face. his answering groan is punched out, loud and rough while he cums in his pants off camera.

maybe he'll post the video. eventually.

when he can keep his hands out of his pants long enough to do it.

[ushijimaschubbs]

thinking of ushijima big rough hands kneading your boobs desperately while he has you pushed against a wall next to the sink. he couldn't resist himself when he saw you in that cute little apron of your tied tightly over your plump love handles that he can't help but squeeze ever so often while he has his 2 digits deep buried inside you. you're moaning his name as your face is buried in the crook of his neck while he hits your soft spot repeatedly, making you cum on his fingers for the third time tonight.

"ushi-ngh please I can't tak- aah"

"so gorgeous for me baby be a good girl and take me deep inside you okay? look at you cumming thrice even before i fuck you with my cock"

"just fuck me already"

"patience, my love"

[bub-ss]

Help me find a story!!!

I really hope this reaches someone but I have been trying to find this fic for mooonths and it is driving me insane. Here is the summary of what I remember:

It is a Bokuto x reader fic, where reader meets his MSBY teammates but Sakusa has not met her. Then after months of not meeting, he finally meets her because she is writing a story piece on the team members and he falls for her. Sakusa is basically jealous and does not think Bokuto deserves her. Sakusa starts to befriend her over time.

Reader is a bit shy and anxious and one day at the bar she is kissing Bokuto at the table and Sakusa is staring at them and she apologizes and Sakusa calls her mean names and Reader and Bokuto leave. She stops talking to Sakusa and eventually she marries Bokuto.

I cannot for the life of me remember the name of it or who wrote it and I have tried every word combination. Maybe it was deleted but I wonder if anyone else has ever read something similar to that.

Thanks! Bubs <3

[ochacoca]

never seen a more accurate thing on tiktok

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[alpali]

kei mf tsukishima.

You’re sat on Kei’s lap.

Your arms are linked around his neck. His big hands glide along your body, trying to grab and feel whatever he could.

His lips and yours meet in a messy kiss. Teeth clashing, saliva exchanging, tongues dancing. His lips were a little chapped but yours were so soft and sweet. Remnants of your flavored chapstick lacing your lips as he kisses it off.

He was so addicted, always chasing back for more. He groans when you move a little to adjust yourself, his hands gripping your hips.

“Shit.” He mumbles.

Then he’s back to it.

Yet with more passion, you’re shuddering under his touch, his kisses, the way his tongue feels against yours.

His glasses were fogged, slightly lopsided. Occasionally he’d push them up but now.

He rips away from you, confusing you. Both of your lips are plump and red, panting. He grabs his glasses, throwing them on the couch.

“Kei be careful you can break them-” He cuts you off with his lips, his tongue finding its home in your mouth once again. You whine in his mouth and he grins.

“They were in the way.” He says against your lips, biting your bottom lip. A moan leaves you and his tongue swipes along the bite to try and soothe it.

“Just focus on this alright?” He says hushed.

His hand coming up behind your neck, pulling you into him as if you guys could get any closer.

[luster-less]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ not even sex can stop him from being a huge nerd

your laptop sat open on the desk, half-forgotten as your fingers trembled over the keyboard. the assignment deadline loomed, but it was really hard to focus when your boyfriend was buried between your thighs, lapping at you with slow, deliberate strokes.

kuroo had been at it for at least twenty minutes, taking his sweet time, letting the occasional deep groan vibrate against your pussy just to watch you squirm. he was always like this—half a menace, half a worshipper—dragging you right to the edge only to pull back and start over. it was infuriating.

you bit your lip, trying to stay somewhat composed, your hips shifting toward his mouth as he sucked your clit between his lips and rolled his tongue against it in that obscene way that made your toes curl. you barely managed to type another sentence before a sharp whimper escaped your throat, and he chuckled—smug bastard.

“mm, getting close?” his voice was muffled, lips brushing against your slick folds.

“y-yeah, so stop—”

but of course, he didn’t stop. he paused. and that was somehow so much worse.

instead of diving back in like a decent boyfriend, he lifted his head slightly, fingers idly tracing patterns against the inside of your thigh. “you know, i read this study the other day about how the female orgasm actually lasts three times longer than the male’s,” he mused, voice far too casual for someone who had his face drenched in your juices. “it has something to do with the way the pelvic muscles contract—”

“tetsu, i swear to fucking god—”

“no, but listen—” he pressed a quick kiss to your clit, as if that would make up for his absolute nonsense. “the average male orgasm lasts about six seconds, right? but for women, it’s closer to twenty. and some women can even have multiple in succession. isn’t that fascinating?”

your entire body twitched with frustration. “tetsurou.”

“what?” he asked, blinking up at you with faux innocence, lips glistening with proof of just how not innocent he was.

“either put that mouth to better use or—”

you barely had a second to brace yourself before he groaned—that deep, gravelly sound that sent heat curling in your belly—and devoured you like he had something to prove. his tongue flicked against your clit, fast and relentless, two fingers pressing inside you with that perfect curl, stroking the exact spot that made your back arch clean off the chair.

you barely had time to suck in a breath before pleasure slammed into you, your entire body trembling as you came with a broken, desperate moan. and he didn’t stop.

“mmh, see?” he mumbled against you, his words vibrating through your overstimulated nerves. “multiple in succession. science is so fucking cool.”

[suguruverse]

your personal space has never really truly been yours since you’ve started dating him. his muscled arm around your waist when you wake up in the morning, has become as familiar as the sunrise itself. it used to be cute, his warmth a cozy start to the day. but now, it's suffocating, like he can't bear to let you go, even in his sleep.

you shift carefully under his weight, not wanting to disturb his sleep. his breath keeping its steady rhythm against your neck, and you wonder if he dreams of you as you lean in to kiss his forehead gently. he smiles in his sleep, a small, contented expression that almost makes you want to slip right back into his arms.

the sheets rustle softly as you slip out from his grip. you slowly tiptoe across your shared bedroom, craving the simple pleasure of being able to enjoy making coffee alone. the smell of freshly ground beans fills the kitchen, and you lean against the counter, enjoying the quiet morning.

but as your coffee brews, a twinge of guilt creeps in and you can almost imagine when he'll wake up and wonder where you've gone. despite enjoying the well needed alone time, you knew the longing to be close to him will pull you back into his embrace sooner than you'd planned. almost as if in complete sync with your thoughts, you hear a mumble approaching the kitchen, and then his voice, thick with sleep, calling out softly,

"angel cmon back to bed with me, you know i don’t like sleeping without you"

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gojo, nanami, bakugou, iwaizumi hajime (27) althetic trainer, oikawa, kuroo, geto, choso, yuji, midoriya

[blushingamethyst]

Unpopular opinion,

Too many men are written as “dom daddy” types in fics.

Like be for real, that man would be honored to be your floor mat.

He’s not giving orders, he’s taking them.

Stop being afraid, put on your big boots, and step on that man.

[ushijimaschubbs]

what I think the haikyuu characters like most between boobs, ass and thighs

is a through and through boobs person, cannot stay without their face basically squished between your boobs all the time.

-oikawa, kenma, yamaguchi, yachi, yamamoto, ennoshita, akaashi, tsukishima, lev, kageyama, tendou, goshiki,atsumu, osamu

is an ass person, loves spanking you after a long day and then dry hump your ass against the dining table.

-bokuto, ushijima, kyoutani, sugawara, yaku, ukai, tanaka, matsukawa, shirabu, aran

thigh person, rests their head on your lap any moment they can and kiss your thighs too.

-daichi, kuroo, hinata, kiyoko, nishinoya, asahi, iwaizumi, hanamaki, suna, kita

[merlucide]

BOKUTO.ೃ࿔* who desperately wants you to think he’s cool. He’ll do everything in his power to impress you—oh, your bag is too heavy? No problem! Bo’s got it! aaaand he can carry Akaashi’s bag too! See how strong he is? Isn’t he the coolest?! Wait—hold on, you really think so?

KUROO.ೃ࿔* who loves when you manhandle him. Tug him by his tie, and honey he’s at your mercy. Slide your hands along his neck with that sly smile of yours, and you’ll have him utterly undone. He just has to lean in with a lopsided smirk, hand cupping your jaw, being completely enchanted by you.

TSUKKI.ೃ࿔* who keeps you from wandering aimlessly like a lost puppy. You always ‘turn your brain off’, according to Kei. he’ll firmly place his hand on the top of your head and steer you in the right direction, rolling his eyes and teasing about how you’d be completely and utterly lost without him.

SUNARIN.ೃ࿔* who always, ALWAYS, has to have his hands on you. If you are with in reach he will rest his hands on your hips and tug you against him. If you’re walking around then your fingers will be interlocked. He also likes to put his hand in your back pocket in your jeans

IWAIZUMI.ೃ࿔* who gets genuinely gets flustered every time you compliment him. It could be anything small, like a simple ‘That’s a good color on you’ has him bashfully muttering a small ‘thanks,’ with his cheeks tinged pink. He hates how easily you turn him into a mess—especially when you giggle in realization and lean in to kiss him— Oh he just can’t take it!!

AKAASHI.ೃ࿔* who always walks you to and from your destination, no matter the time, place, or weather. Any time spent with you is spent well. He needs to make sure you get to your destination safely of course! He waits until he absolutely cannot see you anymore before he starts his journey back.

ATSUMU.ೃ࿔* who gives the BEST hugs. You always feel so safe and so loved when his arms are wrapped firmly around your waist. His head tucks into your neck as if he never wants to let go. And when he’s feeling all soft, he’ll cradle your cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing tenderly across your skin as he gazes at you like you hung the stars. Though, that’s just ��Tsumu’s normal expression when you’re around.

KAGEYAMA.ೃ࿔* who’s always looking for you, even if you’re not there. It’s just a habit of his, probably because his mind is constantly plagued of your smiling face 24/7. The moment he spots you, he’s making a beeline, linking his pinky with yours whispering ‘What took you so long?’.

USHIWAKA.ೃ࿔* who’s the perfect gentleman. He pulls out your chair, walks on the side closest to the road, and never shows up empty-handed, always bringing you a bouquet of roses on every Sunday with a respectful kiss on the hand. Life with ‘Toshi is as easy as breathing.

OIKAWA.ೃ࿔* who can’t help but be ridiculously cheesy, really he can’t! Not when you’re his darling sugarplum and one and only till the end of forever! Reject his dramatic love proclamations? Oh, absolutely not! That’s just who he is, and you’ll have to endure it, sweetheart.

HINATA.ೃ࿔* who always offers piggyback rides when your feet hurt. Don’t underestimate his little body!—he can lift you with ease, carrying you down the street like it’s nothing. Sho’ would insist you get on his back regardless if your feet hurt or not—can you really blame him? Who wouldn’t want a cutie hanging onto them!

KENMA.ೃ࿔* who silently watches you in admiration when you put your makeup on. Sitting on the toilet lid, he holds your makeup bag and hands you your lip gloss before you even ask. He shyly looks away with his cheeks warm and lips pursed together when you ask ‘how do I look?’.

OSAMU.ೃ࿔* who can’t help the loopy grin on his face when you do a little twirl, showing off your new outfit. He could care less about shopping, truly, he hates it. But if it means seeing you all dolled up and happy, he doesn’t mind it one bit.

SAKUSA.ೃ࿔* who pulls you close to him when you are in public spaces. He takes your hands and squirts his Hello Kitty hand sanitizer (The one you got him) into your hands before rubbing his own. Scathingly glares at the man who accidentally bumped into you. He absolutely cannot let you have unwanted contact with strangers! no yucky germs allowed on his baby.

YAMAGUCHI.ೃ࿔* who always firmly holds your hand in crowds. Out in public he’ll hold your hand regardless, but when everyone is packed together his anxiety skyrockets. He’s always nervous of you two being separated in the crowd. He takes the lead to guide you both out of the mingled mess of people, and when it’s over, please give him a  forehead kiss—he’s earned it.

TENDOU.ೃ࿔* who takes Shounen Saturdays very seriously. You don’t get to skip it! Not when it’s a sacred tradition of binge-watching both of your favorite shows with sugary snacks! You two are all bundled together on the couch and gasping and giggling at the TV. He refuses to let you watch the next episode without him, Will curse your whole bloodline if you do (affectionate).

HOSHIUMI.ೃ࿔* who might just be the worst person to play board games with. When he’s winning, he’s full of smug trash talk, loudly boasting about his ‘inevitable victory’, but the second he starts losing? ‘This game is rigged!’ ‘you cheated!,’ or ‘this is bullshit!’. It’s even worse better when there’s a bet involved—he’ll do anything to avoid letting you win. That’s how you get him to help you clean most the time hehe.

LEV.ೃ࿔* who clings to you, always. You are concerned for his neck and back for always resting around you in uncomfortable positions, but he never seems to complain. Standing up Lev has his arms around you and head smushed against yours, laying down his long legs wrap around your own and he burrows himself in your warmth. If Lev could have it his way, he would never stop touching you.

AONE.ೃ࿔* who’s a certified purse carrier. you don’t make him— of course not! He insists actually. He could care less about being seen with a hot pink decorated purse slung on his arm, it’s quite the sight. This also goes for shopping of course, Nobu’ just trails behind with arms full of whatever you managed to snag on 50% off.

uhu I wrote some for kyotani+suga+goshiki+etc but I didn’t like them sob sob

lemme know whatcha think! (And if I should do pt2 lolz)

made January 26th 2025

[qardenofeden]

“kei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?” you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.

it’s 10:03 PM and you’re doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishima’s room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.

“do you want to?” he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesn’t even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.

“no,” you say calmly, “but we’ve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.”

you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.

you knew tsukishima kei wasn’t one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.

like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.

“how long have you been waiting there?” you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. “why didn’t you wake me?”

kei only shrugs, “you looked peaceful.”

or that other time you got sick for a week and couldn’t make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.

“i got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you don’t have to ask the teachers for them.” he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. “come, i’ll teach you everything you missed.”

your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.

yeah, you totally did that.

or like right now, and all the other nights you’ve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so you’d be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.

“the former,” is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“but seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.”

tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, “we don’t fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.”

you’re taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.

“...huh?”

“idiot,” he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet he’s being right now, “why would i want to argue with you?” he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you don’t see him fully.

“but i can’t always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?”

“not ours.” he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. “you’re the boss.”

BONUS: “and you’ve never paid in your life anyway. you don’t believe in that 50/50 bullshit.” “hey!” “i don’t even know what your wallet looks like.”

@kokokoula this one’s for u <3

[c1nnam00n]

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

[katescorner]

suna "we're just friends" rintaro who's actually in a secret relationship with you, but feels the need to keep it a secret until it gets more serious because he's scared. except the miya twins have caught on, and they have a running bet going for who's going to spill first. atsumu thinks suna would rather keel over than admit to them he's dating someone, but osamu is smugly convinced that his friend's resolve is weaker than yours. so they decide to put it to the test.

it starts off . . . weird. osamu is putting moves on you, and you have no idea what to make of it. he's asking to walk you home and tells you that you should come to watch them practice. he even shoves atsumu out of their usual seat in the cafeteria to invite you to sit next to him. he seems really interested in you, and you don't want to be mean, but you also can't lead him on.

you're too focused on osamu's strange behavior to notice that he only acts this way when suna is around. so you don't see the way your boyfriend clenches and unclenches his fists when he overhears osamu wanting to walk you home after school. you don't hear the huff he lets out or how he slams his locker door a little harder when osamu invites you to watch them play with a well practiced smile. and you certainly don't realize the sheet white paleness that grows on his face when osamu shoves atsumu off the bench to make space for you.

suna doesn't blame you. his friends are idiots and getting on his last nerve. but everything comes to a screeching halt when osamu puts his arm around your shoulder, and suna absolutely loses it.

"we're dating!" it's the closest he gets to yelling without actually, but it's loud.

"damn it!" atsumu shouts, but suna doesn't hear. he practically has tunnel vision, zeroed in on where osamu connects to you.

"we're dating," he repeats through gritted teeth. "so get your grimy slimy spiker little hands—" he stalks over to osamu with surprising speed to knock his hand off of you, "off of my—"

"rintaro," you scold softly, and the twins try not to react when their usually unbothered and finicky middle blocker . . . listens?

"he—you're my—i'm—" he erupts in an aggravated groan and quickly decides to pull you to his side, away from osamu.

suna starts mumbling things under his breath they can't hear. his words are clearly reserved only for you, but the twins watch quietly anyway as you smooth away the worry lines growing on his face from his furrowed eyebrows and press a soft kiss to his cheek that has leaves them dusted in the slightest pink. he's whipped, and suddenly the only thing the miyas could think of was—how the hell did they not notice sooner?

yes i'm a soft lovesick sunarin truther. that man is a simp and i take no arguments

[kiyuhai]

Iwaizumi Hajime, who, when he first saw you in the crowd of Oikawa’s fangirls, knew he wouldn’t have a chance– not when you were into Oikawa. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who stared in shock when you separated from the gaggle of fangirls and headed over to him, shyly handing him an envelope, and a cold bottle of water. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who stumbled and stammered over his words, but nevertheless was able to mutter out a thank you. He replayed the smile you gave him that day over and over again. It became a problem when he got distracted during practice and got hit by the ball.

Iwaizumi Hajime, who, when he saw you again, was determined to not ruin this chance and struck up conversation, leading to him walking you to class, which eventually became routine. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who didn’t bother correcting Matsukawa and Hanamaki when they teased him about his crush on you, and only muttered a small “soon”, when they asked him if you were his girlfriend. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who confessed to you right before a match, and got your response at the end of it, with a kiss on the cheek and a cold bottle of water next to him. He had frozen in place, and ignored all the teasing the team and his friends were giving, only focused on the shy smile on your face and the blush that spread on your face, unaware of the same blush and smile on his face. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who waits for you at the end of the aisle years later with a watery smile, and eyes full of love. 

[reaperexe]

ᝰ.ᐟDomestic dominance headcanons I can’t stop thinking about

Guiding you through streets with a hand on your hips, moving past you in the kitchen by grabbing your hips or waist to nudge you aside. Maybe they're holding a hot pan or plate and will gently guide you aside with a hand on your hips and words like "Careful baby—there we go, good girl".

Make you keep eye contact with them whenever you speak, it could be you rambling on about your day fidgeting with something on your lap and they will guide you to look up with two fingers to your chin, gently coaxing you to meet their eyes, "Hey, eyes on me, pretty".

Always making sure you're fed. You're busy with work, typing one email after the other and they will come up behind you tap on your cheek and press a fruit slice to your lips "Open. Now" and you do because there's no other choice.

It's always the one worded commands that make you lose it.

"Sit."

"Come here."

"Stop."

You don't carry bags or touch door handles around them and if you try, "what did i say?" With that stern look that makes you shut up instantly.

Pulling you between their legs while they're on a call, pressing your back to their chest as their hand travels up your shirt and traces lazy patterns against your stomach while they talk, making you shudder.

You say something snarky, bratty, they just give you the look, lean in and say "That's not how you speak to me. Try again".

Knows when your exhausted and will come shut your laptop for you with a simple "You're done" and drag you off to bed over their shoulder if your unwilling to leave.

Makes sure you're hydrated, if your water bottle is not as empty as they wish they will simply place it in your hands and cross their arms, standing over you. "Drink. Now".

Will always put your seatbelt on for you, usually with a snarky "There. Try not to die".

Always offering you the best seat in the house with a pat on their lap "Come. Sit."

Part 2