#writeiolite

[tamcitrus]

Birthday present.

pairing | Futakuchi Kenji x f!reader.

genre | domestic, nsfw

words | 2 k.

warnings | smut, mentions of pregnancy

a/n: Happy birthday @writeiolite​ ! I hope you have the best day ever. Thanks so much for all that you do and the amazing group you created! Sending all my love to you from Argentina 🥳🥰🌈✨

Futakuchi walked upstairs with a tray full of food, two coffees and a bowl full of cereal and yogurt. He stopped for a second at the bedroom door to enjoy the view: his beautiful wife still asleep and his son trying to escape her arms so he could get up and help him.

“Hey buddy, do you want to wake up mom?” he said to the little guy who was stuck between your arms. “Don’t forget to tell her happy birthday.”

Yashiro touched your face with his little hands, pinching your cheeks when you didn’t respond. When you stirred and opened your eyes, he smiled.

“Happy birthday mommy!” he screamed and hugged you.

You laughed and hugged him back. Then you saw your husband and his hands full of food. Your stomach growled and both guys laughed.

“Happy birthday, babe,” Kenji said. He put the tray at the end of the bed and walked to you to kiss you. “Come on, let’s eat.”

You had breakfast with the men of your life. Yashiro somehow managed to get yogurt all over his clothes and hair, so you needed to bath him before lunch time.

“Come on, young men. Let’s get a shower and let mom get ready for lunch,” Kenji took Shiro on his arms and smiled at you. “It’s all set downstairs, you just need to get ready before your family arrives.”

Futakuchi could had a bad personality sometimes but he was an amazing husband and a beautiful parent. He helped you to arrange a little party with closer friends and your siblings, and he invited Aone and Moniwa so he could have some company and look over Yashiro.

You cooked a few desserts for the evening and Kenji somehow managed to get boba for everyone.

"So… what are your plans for the night?" your best friend asked. Shiro was sitting on their legs, and they were playing something with their hands holding.

"I don't know, maybe we can watch a movie with dad, what do you say Shiro?"

"I'm going with uncle ‘Niwa mom, I can't," the little one giggled.

You immediately looked aside at the group of three former volleyball players. You watched as Shiro ran to his father's arms and told him what happened, his little hand held up to cover his face as he was telling a secret.

"Buddy, that was our secret! No mom allowed!" your husband laughed.

"Oh, you have to get ready then! You'll have a big girl night," your sister whispered and winked at you.

You all had one more drink and they left for the day. Moniwa and Aone were in the backyard trying to teach Shiro some volleyball plays.

"The little demon ruined my surprise," Futakuchi laughed and hugged you. "I bought a special thing for you, it's your favorite color and it's in your drawer," he seductively whispered before he let you go.

You walked to your bedroom, Shiro and Kenji behind you, they were gathering Shiro's stuff for the night. You gasped when you opened the box Kenji gifted you. It was the most provocative lingerie set ever and in the most beautiful pink tone.

"Mommy, I'm going!" your son pulled from your dress and you put the box inside the drawer again.

"Ok, little man, let's go with your uncles," you were blushing.

Futakuchi was explaining his friends everything they needed to know. How Shiro drank his milk, which fruits he liked, how to make him eat if he was throwing a tantrum.

"And if anything happens, call us," you said. Aone took your son in his arms and gave you a tiny smile.

"Yeah, don't call us," Kenji said to Moniwa. He handed him a backpack with Yashiro's clothes, some toys and his favorite teddy bear.

"I'm a big boy, mommy, I'll be okay," Shiro reassured you.

"Be a good boy, ok? Mommy and daddy will pick you up before you know it," you kissed his cheeks.

Aone and Moniwa left with your little guy on their car.

"He'll be fine, they got it all under control," Futakuchi kissed you. "Why don't you go and use the present I gave you? Dress nicely, we have a reservation in a hour."

You both walked to your bedroom and got dressed between kisses and a lot of teasing. You were wearing a tight black skirt and a pink blouse with a revealing neckline. Futakuchi opted for a skinny black jean and a striped shirt in black and white.

"That outfit looks so good on you, I could fuck another child in you right here and now," he smirked.

"Maybe when we're back home," you laughed. "It's the first time in a while we're having a date so we're not gonna be late."

He nodded and took your hand while walking out to your car. Then he caressed your thigh the whole way to the restaurant.

He reserved a table at your favorite restaurant, you had a nice dinner with a lot of wine and a sweet dessert. Your cheeks were tinted a light pink when the dinner was over, and you laughed at any smart ass comment your husband made.

"Ok, princess, I think it's time to go home," he said after he pay for everything.

The drive home was pretty silent. You tried to sober up a little with the wind coming from your open window and sang random kpop songs from your playlist, the one you played with your husband's permission "just because it's your birthday".

You got upstairs with a little help and a lot of mocking from Futakuchi.

"Oh, my poor baby, she can't do anything without me," he hummed. "I texted the boys, they said Shiro's already sleeping."

"Mmm that's great," you said. You undressed and crashed on the bed. "Come here, babe."

You pat the bed by your side. Kenji slowly undressed himself and he was practically eating you with his eyes in the meantime.

"I can't wait to fill you up with my cum," he made you roll over your belly, so your ass would be facing him and he slapped you.

"Kenji…" you whined. It's been a while since you had a time like this for yourself and you could feel yourself wet already. "Be gentle…"

"I can't hear you through all that whining," he slapped your other cheek and you cried. "Ask for it, baby."

He leaned over you and kissed from your ass to your neck, slowly and almost sweetly. Then he bite your neck and sucked on your collarbone until he left a mark. You could feel his erection against your lingerie in your ass, so you wiggled your hips to get some friction. He slapped you again and harder.

"Uh uh, I didn't say you could do that," he said. "Now you have to make up for it. On your knees and suck my dick, baby girl."

You kneeled between him and the bed. He took his dick and hold it in front of your face. You licked your lips and then his length. You sucked at the tip and slowly got more of him on your mouth. You fought your gag reflex when the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat and carefully retreat your mouth to repeat the motion, faster each time. He fisted your hair and hold you against him after a few times, your mouth felt amazing around his dick, wet and warm. He separated you from his body and pushed you over the bed, this time with your face up. He took your panties and pulled them down your legs and he positioned between them to kiss your inner thighs.

"You're so wet already, baby, do you like my cock so much?" he licked your clit and slowly pushed two fingers between your folds, scissoring them to stretch you. He could feel you clenching on his fingers while you moaned his name loudly.

"Kenji…. If you keep like this…" you fisted his hair and he smiled against your core.

"Cum for me babygirl, come on," he said. He picked up the rhythm of his fingers and curved them inside you to reach the spot he knew that got you seeing white.

And so your climax hit you for the first time. You felt Futakuchi's fingers still inside you. He climbed up your body to took one of your nipples in his mouth and his fingers started slowly moving again. You were sensitive from your recent orgasm and he wasn't giving you time to recover. You whined when he pulled out his fingers to circle your clit. Slow but firmly, like everything else he did. He was determined to overstimulate you tonight.

"Ple-please… fuck me," you whined again against his lips when he kissed you.

"As you wish, princess," he kneeled between your legs on the bed and teased your slit with the tip of his dick.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him, his cock pushing through your folds. He pulled out and thrust again, all the time circling your clit with one hand. When he felt you were on the edge again, he pulled out and leaned in to kiss you.

"Kenji, fuck," you said on his mouth. You were almost there again but he wouldn't let you have it so easily.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked. His big brown eyes looked so innocent.

Before you could answer, he was inside you again, thrusting at a steady rhythm. You moaned, you felt everything so intense and he was so good at this, he knew exactly where to touch and to thrust to shatter you in pieces.

"I'm so close, Kenji, please," you cried.

He stopped. You gasped, outraged.

"On your hands and knees," he ordered.

You did as he told. He kissed your back, this time sweetly, and aligned his dick with your pussy to thrust inside you again. He growled at how wet you were, your walls clenched on his deliciously after so much stimulation. He slapped your ass again and you cried, he knew you were almost on the edge again.

"Princess…" he started.

"Yes-yes, just cum inside me, please babe," you spoke quickly, your voice an octave higher than usual.

He thrusted a few more times, he was so close too. The thought of filling you was on his mind since your son left and now he was balls deep inside you, your body taking him so well, your walls clenching him just right. So, he complied. He pushed himself as deep as he could and cum inside your pussy. He stayed like that for a moment, your orgasm was so intense, he could feel you so tight around him. He pulled out when your spasms finished, his cum dripping from your folds to your thighs. You let your body fall on the bed. He kissed your back and left the room to get a warm washcloth. He cleaned you in silence, and then he cleaned himself to finally lay by your side.

"Happy birthday, brat. I love you," he smiled.

"Thanks, Kenji," you kissed him.

"I'll buy you plan b tomorrow, first thing in the morning," he said. He pulled you closer to him, your head resting on his chest.

"Yeah… uhm, there's no need of that, let's just… see what happens," you whispered so you didn't know if he heard you, but he hummed as an answer. "Thanks for all today. I had an amazing birthday."

"Anything for my favorite brat," he said and kissed the top of your head.

You were just laying there, hugging each other naked body. You were dozing off, all the activities from the day finally affecting your body. And then the phone rang. Futakuchi stretched his free arm to take the phone from the nightstand.

"Hey, sorry to call, Shiro had a nightmare. He's not crying or anything but he's pretty scared and I didn't know what to do…" a panicked Moniwa was talking at the other side of the line.

"Oh, don't worry, Moniwa-san. We'll get ready and go for him in a bit. Can you pass him the phone?"

Futakuchi handed you the phone and you waited to hear your 5 years old child speak.

"Hi-hello?"

"Hi, baby. This is mom. Are you ok?"

"I had a bad dream," he said and you could hear him sniffing, maybe he felt like crying.

"Mom and Dad will pick you up in a bit, ok honey?"

After you reassured Moniwa that all was ok, you hung up and got dressed. Futakuchi thanked again to his friends for watching your kid and you drove back home. Shiro ended up sleeping between you again.

-

Two weeks later, you were supposed to get your period, but it never came. You waited a week, thinking maybe something was wrong with you, and finally bought a pregnancy test. You waited until night to do it, when Shiro was sleeping, so Futakuchi and you could patiently wait for the results with a big glass of wine.

"What's the result?" he said when you came back from the bathroom to look at the test.

"Positive," you smiled. You were about to cry.

"Man, I really fucked a child in you that night!" he laughed and hugged you.

"You're an idiot," you pulled his hair when you hugged him back.

"I love you, brat."

"I love you too, idiot."

[pinkanonwrites]

Happy Birthday, Io!

Today is @writeiolite​‘s birthday, and the Haikyuu Writer’s Net wouldn’t be the same without all the hard work and attention she puts into it every day! So a bunch of us got together and wrote her a bunch of fics!

If you like Kuroo, mermaids, and first meets, this could be the fic for you as well!

Little Angel(fish)

A dozen times your pod members had warned you not to go exploring the human shipwrecks. 'They're unstable! They're dangerous! They're in shark territory!'

A dozen times you ignored them.

And just look where that got you now.

You tugged weakly at the large chunk of wood that had fallen across your delicate tail fins, too wary of tearing to tug directly at the fins themselves. Some sort of thick rail or crossbeam had crumbled from the balcony above as you flitted along below, unknowing of the damage until it had literally come crashing down upon you. Of course, it didn't even budge.

Were you going to die here?

You swallowed down the welling knot in the back of your throat and tugged again, fingers skittering on the weathered banister, unable to find purchase in the wood. Your tail ached, the sharp pain from the first impact receding down into a dull throbbing, and you slumped against the shipwreck floor with a sniffle.

If starvation didn't kill you, the wildlife surely would first. Why hadn't you listened to your pod?

Outside the shipwreck a shadow floated past the porthole windows. A massive, drifting shadow.

You gasped, cupping both hands over your mouth as you tried to flatten yourself against the floorboards as much as possible. You weren't bleeding, miraculously, so your position wasn't given away yet. But as the shadow ambled along the side of the ship and appeared to turn into the same split in the hull that you had squirmed through earlier, you had a sinking suspicion that it wasn't about to matter either way.

You weren't about to die lying down. Not today. You squirmed around desperately, hand landing around what felt like a large splintered piece of wood, which you held at the ready, pointed in the direction of the hull breach. 

'If you're ever attacked by a shark, what is the first weak point to attack?'

Your mind scrambled for the memories of the wildlife classes you had been required to take years ago. It was the eyes, right? Surely you would go for the eyes. Or was it the gills? As the shadow loomed around the corner your teacher's words echoed in your head.

'A shark's most sensitive organ is its nose. If you find yourself face to face with a shark, aim for the nose!'

You wheeled the chunk of wood around in your hand to the flattened end, and struck forward with it into the darkness.

"Leave me alone!"

"AGHK!"

You dropped your weapon, letting it sink to the floor again as you cupped both hands over your mouth. That wasn't a shark.

Oops.

"Jeez, you've got quite a swing there." The merman in front of you cupped his thoroughly battered nose as blood began to drift through his fingertips and up to the boat's ceiling. "Don't see why I deserved to be on the receiving end of it, though."

"I-I thought you were a shark."

"Not sure if that's a compliment or an insult. I'm a barracuda. BARR-A-CU-DA." He spelled it out slow and obnoxious as he gestured with both hands to his limber, striped tail. Now that the adrenaline was beginning to eke out of your system you were finally able to take the merman in in his entirety.

His hair was black and wild, always seeming to drift straight up despite the lack of current. He was lean, yes, but still toned, if the v in his hip bones that led down to his black and grey tail was anything to go by.

And he was handsome. You suddenly felt a little bit silly, and the ache in your tail was only getting worse by the moment. You could feel your eyes beginning to well up.

The merman's nose twitched, and his gaze snapped down to you in shock. "H-Hey now, don't cry. It's not a big deal, really. Happens all the time. The 'mistaking for a shark' part, not the 'being hit in the face' part."

Despite yourself you chuckled, lying weakly down on the boat floor, energy truly sapped. "This has been a very emotional day."

"Yeah, I can see that. You're looking a little stuck there, angelfish."

"I am a little stuck, barracuda."

"Kuroo." 

"Heh. Barra-Kuroo."

"Real creative." He drawled sarcastically, but you could see the corners of his mouth turning up into a little smile. "I'm gonna take a shot in the dark and say you can't get out?"

"Not without ripping my fins."

Kuroo clicked his tongue, swimming up close to you and digging his fingers underneath the bannister. "Well you are a delicate little reef fish, after all. Need a big, strong fish from the open water to come get you out of this predicament. When I say three, you swim out, okay?"

On either side of you Kuroo's arms flexed, his tail rippling as he prepared himself. You gulped, feeling a bit warm.

"Yeah."

"One, two, three!"

The wood beam seemed to be weightless under Kuroo's grip, and you achily scrambled forward until you were sure your tail was free of its crushing power. He dropped the beam with a pleased grunt, turning towards you.

"Ah, the power of teamwork." He swam up to you and began checking your tail over for any wounds. "Anything feel broken?"

"Not sure."

"Alright, we'll do this the safe way then." He slipped an arm underneath your back and one beneath the curve of your tail and hoisted you up, carefully nudging and positioning the two of you until you were laid gently across his back with your arms wrapped around his neck. He was so warm.

"Thank you for boarding Barracuda Express, this is your captain Kuroo speaking. Where are we bringing a cute little angel today?"

Your face burned hot and you swatted him playfully on the shoulder, which he responded to only with a laugh. "The reef, seaweed brain."

"Roger that, angel. We'll be swimming non-stop to the reef today so all passengers better hold on tight."

Before you could utter another word Kuroo was rocketing out of the shipwreck at a speed you weren't even aware your body could handle. You yelped, wrapping tight around his neck as the open water seemed to blast by you in a blur. But every so often you would catch a glimpse of a little trickle of red still trailing off of Kuroo's bruised nose.

"I am really sorry about hitting you, Kuroo."

"Ah, it's fine. Nothing a little R and R won't fix." He glanced over his shoulder at you and wiggled an eyebrow. "Or a kiss better from a sweet little angelfish like yourself."

"Ew."

"Hey!"

[vventure]

just wanna remind u abt us <#

WE GOT A TWO TIMER ON OUR HANDS

[divinedecay]

Haikyuu // SOS by @writeiolite

Alpha Kuroo

"Not Nishinoya's. Not anyone else's. His."

[krisdreaming]

hiii just wanna tell u to have a good day/night ♡ ♡ -writeiolite (this is my main HHHH)

Omg, this is so sweet 🥺 thank you Iolite!!! I hope you have a wonderful day as well!! ❤️❤️ (Tbh I can't believe I only recently discovered your blog, your writing is so lovely, I enjoy it a lot ^^)

[notneelam]

[jjayqe]

some kuroo !! inspired by this! cute fluff by @writeiolite ✨✨✨

[singzhularity]

Friendly reminder that @vernonymous/@namsirae/@writeiolite is a MAP and pedophile apologist and has admitted she does not care about CSA survivors/victims and you should not interact with them

[miyababes]

iwaizumi hajime.

long fics. (5k+)

crystallize by saetyrn9 [ nsfw ]

freshman year by aiiwa [ college au ] [ nsfw ]

; pretty in pink ; beautiful in blue

the waiting game by kodaiki [ sfw ; fluff ]

venus by saetyrn9 [ nsfw ]

fics. (2.5k+)

all yours by seita [ nsfw ]

better than by seita [ nsfw ]

honey by stelleum (+ matsukawa, hanamaki, oikawa) [ nsfw ]

; vanilla

operation: sex god by writeiolite [ college au ] [ nsfw ]

strawberry kisses by mrs-kurooo [ nsfw ]

worth the weight by shibaraki [ sfw ; fluff ]

short fics. (1k+)

4.5 by stelleum [ suggestive ]

a stuck vibrator by saintodo [ nsfw ]

accidental nude send by elysianslove [ nsfw ]

after party by hajimio [ suggestive ]

another night of hoping by duino [ suggestive ]

breath by hajimio [ sfw ; fluff ]

camp crush by luvbub-archive [ sfw ; fluff ]

cock and ball worship by bobaji (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki) [ nsfw ]

collusion by sookisaurus [ college au ] [ nsfw ]

defending you by hajimio [ fluff ]

devil by stelleum [ sfw ; fluff ]

don't forget me by shibaraki [ sfw ; fluff / angst ]

exes by heartaro (+ tsukishima, osamu) [ sfw ; hurt/comfort ]

falling in love by hajimio [ sfw ; fluff ]

hit me like you hate me by hornime [ nsfw ]

killshot by eqgtart [ sfw ; fluff ]

let me by adoringhaikyuu [ sfw ; fluff ]

linger by eightonenine [ sfw ; fluff ]

; latch [ sfw ; fluff ]

mentioning their ex during an argument by tetsvhoe [ sfw ; angst with happy ending ]

not good with words by iwaizooming [ sfw ; fluff/light angst ]

overthink by hajimio [ sfw ; fluff / light angst ]

punishment by saetyrn9 [ nsfw ]

stoner sex by bjbex [ nsfw ]

stretching you out by saetyrn9 [ nsfw ]

sweater by shoyoist [ sfw ; fluff ]

take it easy baby, make it last all night by heich0e [ college au ] [ nsfw ]

tease by hajimio [ suggestive ]

they're beautiful by princesskazuya [ nsfw ]

under the influence by strobimilk [ suggestive ]

when he doesn't realise you're sick by dnlcsml02 [ sfw ; angst with happy ending ]

drabbles.

sfw: [ 1 - 100 ].

nsfw: [ 1 - 100 ].

headcanons.

avoiding him by sugarkage [ sfw ; fluff ]

best friends to lovers by elysianslove (+ kuroo, oikawa) [ sfw ; fluff ]

college bf!iwaizumi by utahimeow [ sfw ; fluff ]

crawling into his lap by kageyuji (+ bokuto, oikawa, akaashi, kenma, matsukawa) [ sfw ; fluff ]

dilf!iwaizumi by yuutitties [ nsfw ]

falling for someone out of their league by neoheros (+ kuroo) [ sfw ; fluff ]

first kiss by rintarous [ sfw ; fluff ]

first kisses by stelleum (+ hanamaki, oikawa, matsukawa) [ sfw ; fluff ]

horny thoughts by saetoru (+ atsumu, suna, osamu, bokuto, sakusa) [ nsfw ]

when they're lovesick by kodaiki (+ bokuto, kuroo, atsumu, kita) [ sfw ; fluff ]

timestamps.

5.28pm by hajimine [ sfw ; fluff ]

11.41pm by kodaiki [ sfw ; fluff ]

series.

smau.

asking him to rail you by toru-oikawas-milkbread [ nsfw ]

asking you to cuddle but you have to turn them down by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kunimi) [ sfw ]

boyfriend texts by aiiwa [ suggestive ]

'can i wear your hoodie?' by darlingimawitch (+ terushima, bokuto) [ sfw ; fluff ]

'finish the heart' trend by arhvste (+ suna, osamu, akaashi) [ sfw ; fluff ]

responding to you asking if they're jealous by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani) [ sfw ; fluff ]

responding to you being clingy by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ]

responding to you texting them 'you hurt my feelings' after a fight by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ]

sending you a dirty text by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kunimi, kindaichi) [ nsfw ]

they leave you on read after you say 'i love you' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ]

when he finds out your fictional crush is your lockscreen by darlingimawitch (+ oikawa, terushima) [ sfw ]

you ask them 'do you only care about my body?' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ]

you ask them for nudes by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ suggestive ]

you ask them if they still find you attractive by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ; fluff ]

you ask them "on a scale of 1-10, how annoyed are you with me right now?" after a fight by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ sfw ]

you ask them to 'pick a number between 1-10' and send them that many nudes by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani) [ nsfw ]

you leave them on read after they say 'i love you' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, akaashi, bokuto, terushima) [ sfw ]

you send them a dirty text by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kuroo, kenma) [ nsfw ]

you text them 'i want to sit on your face' by toru-oikawas-milkbread (+ oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, kyoutani, kunimi, kindaichi, kenma, kuroo) [ nsfw ]

smau series.

conversation hearts by kuroosmikasavolleyball [ college au ] [ sfw ; fluff ]

gear shift by boomboomjaz [ racer!iwaizumi ] [ sfw ]

history by rintarous [ sfw ; fluff/angst ]

they were roommates by atsukashii [ college au ] [ sfw ; angst/fluff ]

[tamcitrus]

Fire and moon.

pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x fem. reader

genre: nsfw

words: 3,5 k.

warnings: a bit of degradation, public sexy time, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dom/sub undertones.

tam’s notes: Hi miss @writeiolite​ ! I’m you HQC secret santa! ♥ I was so nervous when I got you omg sjkdhas because I admire your writing so much, you’re so talented and an amazing person so I was a little afraid my writing wouldn’t be good enough. I’m so thankful for meeting you and all the beautiful people in the server. Thanks for being so welcoming, thanks for letting me help you and be a part of the staff and most of all thanks for being my friend. I hope you like this ♥

I CANT BELIVE IT’S YOUR GIF BUT HEY YOU HAVE A CLUE WHAT THIS IS ABOUT NOW dsjfhksldjf

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When you left the Holy Sol Temple and chose to move to Asakusa, you never expected to find a man that attracted you there. The proto-nationalist land wasn't a place where you expected to have fun. You just wanted to keep a low profile and be in peace.

But then you saw this man, flying through the sky and destroying everything on his way down to finally land in front of an infernal and punch right through his chest. And something sparked inside you. It wasn't your pyrokinesis or a fight or flight response. It was something else.

Shinmon Benimaru. That was his name. Fire Force Seventh Company’s Captain. Asakusa’s King of Destruction. The #1 enemy of the Holy Sol Temple, or so they said.

After that destruction scene, you walked through the city trying to get more information on him. But also, just socialicing. It would be weird for a new citizen to ask too much about the same person. More so if that person was the head of the city.

This “king” wasn’t like others you could imagine. He wasn’t unapproachable, living in a castle surrounded of gold and extravagant stuff. He was there, among his people, walking through the streets and greeting everyone by their name. He received gifts, food, and talked to those that stopped him. You could say just by looking that he was recognized as a leader. Even when he didn’t acknowledge that himself.

The stars were on your side because soon after that you met him in the thermal waters. He was there, sitting with his arms stretched by his sides and with his eyes closed. You felt like a sparkle inside you, almost like tickles. You walked in silence to the other end of the pool, going in and sitting very slowly.

Benimaru felt another presence behind him and then felt the water moving as you submerged your body in the warm waters. He opened his eyes for a second to look at you and then closed them again. He preferred to be alone but as long as you wouldn’t talk to him he didn’t mind the company.

You were quiet the whole time you were there. It wasn’t an unpleasant silence. But you were expectant. You tried to not look at him. You really tried but you allowed yourself to observe what was on your eye level.

He was handsome. Not that you didn’t know that, but it was a whole different experience having him in front of your eyes, not even a meter away from your body. And naked. He was naked.

Of course he’s naked, these are thermal waters, you thought.

You were naked too. Suddenly you were self conscious, even when he wasn’t looking. You crossed your arms over your chest to cover yourself and closed your eyes to submerge your whole body underwater and came up again. You sat there in silence again, looking at the moon, the house behind the man, the rocks and everything but him.

Eventually he left. You looked aside but still you noticed he stopped to look at you for a second too long.

You left a bit later, after you were sure he was long gone. You said goodbye to the nice lady in the reception and went home.

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Later that week, you were alone having dinner in a bar and he appeared.

"I don't know you, you're new here," he said as he nonchalantly sat on your table.

"Do you know everyone in this town?" you asked him. 

He sighed. That wasn't the answer he was waiting for.

"I do, actually," he said. 

The waitress silently approached and left him a glass full of something.

"Welcome, Benimaru-san. If there's something else you need you can tell us, the house invites you today," she said and walked away.

"Benimaru-san, nice to meet you," you said, playing fool. You knew who he was.

"And you are…?"

"New in town. I really like Asakusa," you smiled. His face looked more irritated than just a minute before. "You can call me y/n."

"No last name, uh?" he chugged the drink the girl left for him.

"I got rid of it," you said. And that was true.

"That's not a lot of information."

"You'll have to buy me a drink and I'll tell you more about me," you winked at him.

He clicked his tongue and you laughed.

“Just don’t cause troubles in my town,” he said and left.

“I’ll try!” you said as he walked out.

All the people at the bar were looking at you but you didn’t care, you had fun and he came to you.

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Would it be worth it to cause some trouble just to see his pissed face again? As you were thinking of some options for “trouble” you went to the thermal house again. And he was there.

“You again?” he said without even opening his eyes.

“It’s a small town,” you casually said.

“Are you following me?”

“Says the guy who showed up on my table out of nowhere,” you answered as you rushed to get into the hot water.

He remained silent again. It was the same as the last time, you sitting in front of him under the moonlight in a comfortable silence.

Even if you were comfortable, you were itching to bug him some more. Still, you just chose to keep your mouth closed. You rested your back on the rocks behind you and found a comfortable position to rest your head too, so you had to do the minimum effort to hold your body. You opened your eyes again when you heard Benimaru getting out of water, you felt drowsy and rubbed your eyes to force yourself to be fully conscious again.

"Don't drown here, this is my favorite place," he said as he walked away.

You looked at him and were about to give some sarcastic answer but then you saw his bare back and his ass and ate your words.

Holy Sol, that body. It had to be illegal to be so built and so handsome.

Before you fell asleep in the water again you got up and left too.

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"So you did cause trouble."

Same bar, same table, same man appearing out of nowhere in front of you. You huffed.

"I defended myself," you explained.

"That's why you beated up some guy?"

"If someone fights me I'll fight back," you explained.

"Which company sent you here?" Benimaru asked.

You laughed out loud.

"I'm not a fire force member."

"You have powers. The Holy Sol Temple sent you here?" he insisted.

"I left the Temple a long time ago," you smiled.

He stared at you, you supposed he was processing the information you just gave him.

"Well, have a nice day, Captain. I might see you later," you said and left him there.

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That night you were the first one in the thermal house. It was weird to be there without Benimaru's big chest in front of you, distracting you from the beautiful full moon that shone over your heads. You positioned yourself again in that way that let you just be sitting without any effort and closed your eyes.

"You again?" you said when you felt the water moving. You knew it was Benimaru.

"This is my town," he answered, ignoring your teasing.

"Right, I'm sorry, your highness."

He clicked his tongue. He thought about what Konro said earlier. Maybe she just wants to provoke you, Waka.

"Are you trying to provoke me?" he inquired.

"Who knows," you smiled.

"I wanna know," he said and closed a little the distance between your bodies.

"I told you you had to take me out first if you wanna know more about me," you licked your lips.

"I could just make you tell me in some other way," he threatened.

"Maybe if you fuck my brains out…" you battled your eyelashes as sweetly and innocently as you could.

He was over you the next second, his hand pulling your hair and making you throw your head back. His body felt warm against yours, even inside the hot water.

"I know you want it too, Captain~" you chirped. "Just stop thinking for a second and let your body take control…"

Yes, he did want it. It was weird to find someone that didn't fear him or admire him as if he was a royalty member. Then you appeared and you gave him all these contradictory signals. It was frustrating. He wanted to erase that cocky smile from your glossy lips… 

He kissed you. His mouth was demanding and the hand holding your hair guided your movements at will. You locked your legs around his hips, holding him close to you, and tangled your hands on his long hair. His hands went underwater to squeeze your ass and thighs and you moaned inside his mouth. You felt his leg under your body next and with little effort he walked out of the water with you clinging to him. He walked to the changing room and let you down over the bench that was there. You were about to sit and take his erection on your mouth but he pushed you back down.

"Who told you you could move?" he asked. The answer was implied in his voice. The atmosphere changed, he was in control now. Your teasing wouldn't affect him anymore. You rubbed your thighs in expectation.

You observed him as he slowly walked to close the doors -the one that gave you access to the reception and the back door you just crossed- and then he kneeled between your legs. The fact that you two were already naked saved some time.

He started circling your clit with his still wet fingers. You started whimpering after a minute, his calloused hand was doing wonders on your body. He pushed his middle finger inside you and kept rubbing your clit with his thumb. He moved his finger in circles inside you, enjoying your moans and your walls clenching his digit. He added his point finger in and sucked your clit on his mouth one time after another until you were almost screaming.

"Fuck, that feels so good," you whined.

If he just moved his fingers a bit faster you would…

He stopped and pulled his fingers out to stand up. When you looked at him he took his fingers to his mouth and sucked your juices from them slowly and pumped his dick with his other hand, putting on a show for you.

"Suck," he said as he pushed his fingers with precum on your mouth.

You obliged. You hollowed your cheeks and suck his fingers, moving your tongue around so you cleaned them perfectly.

"You'll have to do much better than this if you wanna cum," he said like he was disappointed.

He was over you kissing you again, his tongue took your breath away. You could feel his dick against your belly, it was so hot and leaking a bit. Your mouth watered at the thought of having it on your mouth. Subconsciously your hand moved to grab his dick but he stopped you.

"It seems you don't understand you can't move unless I say so," he said. He took a belt from a bathrobe and tied your hands together with it. You whined at the restriction and pouted at him.

"Bad girls don't deserve a nice treatment," he said. "And you're a bad girl."

"I'll do better next time," you said with a pout still on your mouth.

He pulled from the belt to make you sit. Your mouth was an inch away from his cock but you stood still. You had to be a good girl.

"Suck me off," he ordered.

It was almost a relief to have his dick on your mouth. You felt the bitterness of precum at the end of your throat and the salty taste of the waters you were in minutes ago. You could barely fit it in -it was logical that such a big man had a big dick- but you still tried. You bobbed your head back and forward and twirled your tongue around his length. He cupped your breasts and pinched your nipples, your muffled moans caused a nice tickling sensation on his penis.

"This is what it takes for you to shut up, uh?" he thrusted into your mouth a few times, going deeper each time.

He growled when he pushed just a bit further than the back of your throat. You resisted your gag reflex and deepthroated him as tiny tears formed in the corner of your eyes. It wasn't unpleasant, it felt good and despite his size he was being careful, which only added to your overwhelming sensation of arousal.

You needed some kind of relief. You needed to be touched or to have Benimaru inside you, but considering his dick was still on your mouth that wasn't an option. So you touched yourself, lucky you had your hands tied in front of your body. It didn't take long for him to realize and take a step back. He sighed and looked down to you, his long hair covering most of his face. You froze as soon as he looked at you.

"On your hands and knees," he whispered.

You obeyed and smiled to yourself at his bored tone. Because his eyes were lit up, he was having fun.

You positioned yourself as you could in the little bench and waited. His big hand was over your ass just rubbing it and squeezing. Then he raised his hand and slapped you.

"Fuck," you moaned.

"I thought you would be able to take orders given your past," he said as he rubbed your skin again. "I guess not."

He slapped your ass again and you moaned. He used one hand to rub your abused skin and the other to tease your entrance. You cried at his touch, your walls were clamping around nothing.

"Ple-please," you cried when he slapped you again.

His fingers were on your clit now, circling it and his thumb was going up and down on your pussy but not inside.

"Do you think you're in position to ask something, you slut?" he bent down to talk to your ear and you got chills.

He slapped your ass again and he could see his palm marked on your skin on a little prominence. He used his fingers again to stretch your pussy and you moaned, his fingers felt good but you weren't full, you needed more.

"More, please," you asked for it. You could talk now that you didn't have his huge dick on your mouth.

He made you turn around again so he could look at your face as he finally gave you what you wanted: his dick inside you. Your face and moans were a mixture between pleasure and relief. And he was having fun. Real fun and enjoyment, not like other times he met someone to satisfy his needs.

He felt your legs trembling and your hips were moving frantically, not matching his movements anymore. So he stopped. You whined and wiggle your hips to get him to move again.

"If you don't stay still I'll walk out through that door right now," he warned.

You sighed, tears threatened to fall from your eyes again. He traced patterns on your thighs with his fingers and observed how you put your tied hands over your eyes. It was taking all of your will to not move. He was stretching you so nicely, you swear you could even feel the shape of his veins on your walls, you felt full and almost satisfied. When he no longer felt the insistent clenching of your walls on his dick, he bent down and took one of your nipples on his mouth. You cursed out loud when he took your bud gently between his teeth. You never expected a tough man like him to be so gentle. Your climax was gone again but it wouldn't take much to build it back up. Benimaru put his mouth to work on your other nipple and gave a gentle thrust that caused you to moan again. How could he stay still being balls deep into you? How could he resist the urge to just chase his climax?

He thrusted again and you felt tight, like your pussy was accustomed to him not moving. It felt good, you fit on him like a glove, just like the right amount of pressure to not fall off. He circled your clit with his fingers again and you locked your legs embracing his hips again to have him deeper inside. He kissed you again and put his arm around your waist to hold you up against him and then your back hit a wall. You throw your hands behind his head to use his shoulders for support and adjust your hold on his hips before he started to thrust again. But this time he wasn't so gentle. He was going fast and strong, his tip touched your g spot every few times and you bit his neck to muffle your moans.

"It will take more than that to mark me," he said in an arrogant tone.

You huffed. You would be all marked up tomorrow with shapes of fingers and hands: on your waist, on your thighs, your ass. You heated your wrists enough to burn the belt restricting your movements and scratched his back with force. Your walls clenched when you heard him growl. That much will do to mark him, so you'll do it again.

His thrusts were reckless and he changed his angle from time to time. He held your waist with one arm and the other was on your leg, spreading it apart for him to get liberty with his movements.

"I'm so so close," you cried in his ear.

He knew it, he could feel it. His dick was being pressed hard in your pussy and it felt better than ever. It wouldn't take much for him to cum either. He kneeled and let your body down on the floor in front of him to take your legs and put in on his shoulders so he could thrust in a different position. Your back arched out of sheer pleasure and you moaned his name again. You couldn’t even warn him that you were on your climax before it happened, you just took his arm and scratched him even harder than before. Fucks and oh-s left your mouth each time his dick rubbed your cervix. You notice he was slowing down and you knew what he was thinking.

“Fill me up,” you said in a lustful voice. “Fill me up, please,” you used your heels to push him back to you.

He didn’t doubt anymore. He was back with his merciless thrusts, balls deep into you again. His dick was a bit harder to take after your orgasm but you couldn’t complain. You just wanted him to cum inside you and you even might be able to cum again just from the thought of if it. He found an angle in which both were moaning and he kept going strong. Your legs were trembling again and he felt tiredness on his muscles too. So he buried his cock on you a few more times and the little hold he had on his body snapped. He cummed inside you and you had another orgasm when you felt his semen filling you up.

After a minute he pulled out and collapsed by your side, both of you were struggling to catch your breath. You could just fall asleep there, or maybe in the warm water? As you weighed your options, Benimaru got up and walked outside and back. He kneeled by your side and cleaned you up.

"Oh, aren't you a gentleman?" you teased him. But you were grateful he wasn't a jerk as he looked he could be.

"Shut up," he said.

He cleaned himself and got dressed. You heard him talk with the old lady manager, asking for water and something to eat.

"There's a private room, you can stay here tonight if you're tired," he said as he observed you get dressed.

"Will you stay with me?" you smiled.

"Who knows," he answered and left.

You followed him to the private room where he was already sitting and eating. You took a seat in front of him and ate too. With a bit of teasing and other bit of luck maybe you could get a second round.

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[mimi-cee-hq]

A Glimpse of Yellow: Suna x f!reader - Chapter 4

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Relationships: Suna x f!reader, mostly platonic!Inarizaki x f!reader (relationships in the tags may be romantic or platonic)

Summary:

Despite being Atsumu's best friend, you barely knew his aloof and nonchalant teammate. Suna only made the occasional comment on the twins' antics when you were around.

So when you needed a way to escape from the twins' interrogations –including one about your longtime crush because you were definitely over him– Suna offered to walk with you after school to provide a way out. This raised a few eyebrows including yours.

Things got even stranger when the twins assumed you were dating Suna. And for some reason, he went along with it.

Genre, etc.: fluff, romance, friendship, getting together, fake dating, slow burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, canon compliant, eventual angst but it's the shoujo type

Warnings: none

Words: 2.5k

Thanks to @mmilkbreadd for beta-reading! (Also to @k0utashi and @writeiolite before previous chapters but I completely forgot to mention that.)

*****

Suna rubbed his eyes as he stood in line for a tray of rice, beef, veggies, and tofu. He was still groggy from his short nap during the bus ride.

The girls were already sitting at their tables, halfway through their lunches. You sat next to Rika, giggling at one of her jokes but rolling your eyes after another one. Suna smirked to himself, seeing how expressive you were with them.

"Did you want to join Y/n?" Osamu suggested to him. "I'm sure the coaches won't mind."

Suna glanced behind him. Atsumu was grabbing a tray for himself, and Suna figured you wouldn't want him joining you.

"She seems happy," Suna replied with a shrug. Osamu raised a brow but didn't question it.

Suna still wondered if you were okay with fake dating. He didn't mind going along with it. He felt like it was the least he could do for you. However, he did wonder if he was only doing this to ease his own conscience.

Suna put his tray down and threw his backpack onto the chair next to him. As he picked at some bean sprouts, he glanced up at you, sitting at the table in front of him. He was glad that whatever was going on between you and Atsumu didn't completely ruin the love you had for volleyball.

Resting his head on his fist, he saw his yellow pin from the corner of his eye. He never bothered removing it. He didn't have a reason to. Suna felt a little silly for wanting things to be back to how they were. But at least you were there for her; she wasn't crying in her room anymore.

After a few more bites of rice, Suna looked up to see you staring at him. You shifted your eyes away but then took another peek, making eye contact with him. Suna continued to stare, so you gave him an awkward wave and a nervous smile. Then your friends started elbowing you teasingly. Suna blinked and returned to his food.

Atsumu, sitting across from Suna, turned around to see you smacking your friends and telling them to stop.

"Did you have a fight with Y/n?" he asked.

"Where did that come from?" Suna thought to himself, furrowing his brows. "No," he flatly answered.

"Then why aren't you sitting with her?" Atsumu questioned again.

"Do I always have to sit with her?" replied Suna.

Suna suddenly went stiff after Kita placed a tray of food on the table, taking the seat beside him.

"You should take care of her," Kita bluntly stated.

Everyone at the table froze. The room suddenly felt colder.

Feeling compelled, Suna thought to himself, "Oy, oy. It's only fake, okay?" Atsumu pressed his lips together while Osamu looked elsewhere, pretending not to be involved.

The tension broke abruptly when you let out a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a yelp.

The whole room stopped to look at you. Rika had tickled you; now, you were both frozen in place. Suna smirked at your attempt to shrink into your seat. But as he started to eat his food again, his eyes perked up, seeing someone else smiling at you. His eyes crinkled, and he let out a small chuckle as he looked at you. Distracted by your friends, you didn't notice the soft expression on his face.

But Suna did.

Lowering his eyes, he pushed the rice around with his spoon. He continued to stare at his food as the twins went off arguing about some unrelated topic, only snapping out of it when one of them called his name.

*****

You stretched your legs on the cold gym floor, hearing crickets through the back doors. You had just taken a jog around the court to warm up your muscles. It was nice to get away from the busyness of your first day of training camp, leaving your teammates back in the dorms.

You stood up and took a deep breath of the cool air as you stretched your arms. You then walked into the musty equipment room to get a volleyball. After selecting a ball and pushing your fingertips against it, you brought it out and slapped it against the gym floor a couple of times. It wasn't too firm, and it wasn't too soft either. Perfect.

You began to bump the ball to yourself, thinking about how jumpy you were throughout the day. You shook your head at how ridiculous you had been acting because of Atsumu.

You thought back to when the twins first started playing volleyball. Atsumu wanted you to learn how to play as well. You laughed at yourself, remembering how you declined him only to pick it up because your crush played volleyball too. That was when you learned how much fun it was.

But in middle school, your volleyball team wasn't the most pleasant. A couple of the girls would have outbursts of anger whenever the team lost. Although they were frequently angry at themselves, they took it out on you every so often. Atsumu wanted to beat them up, but you were definitely against it since you didn't want him to get in trouble.

You wanted to quit the team a few times because of your teammates, on top of not being a starting player. But Atsumu didn't give up on you. He wanted you to reach your potential as a volleyball player. He wanted you to love the sport as much as he did, so he taught you as much as he could.

However, you were happy with where you were at with volleyball now. When you entered high school, you became friends with your teammates, and playing with them was actually enjoyable. You didn't care if you were their backup setter. But to Atsumu, it sounded like you had given up because you weren't as serious as he was.

You sighed at Atsumu's stubbornness. Although it was encouraging in middle school, it was overbearing now. It was like he had water in his ears when you said you were fine with being a backup setter. He wasn't satisfied with that and wanted you to get better.

At first, it was only mildly frustrating, but after a while, it felt like he didn't care about your feelings at all, as if your opinion didn't matter. So when it came to volleyball, you started to close up around him, especially when he'd start critiquing your skills.

You sighed as you cranked the net, tightening it just a bit more. You rolled a volleyball basket onto the court, halfway between the middle and the right side of the net. As you tossed to the imaginary wing spiker, you suddenly jumped when the gym doors clicked open.

You released your breath when you saw it was only Suna.

When Suna made eye contact with you, you thought to yourself, "So… Do I wave at him?" You remembered the scene in the cafeteria. "It's not like he waves back."

You decided to ignore him and continued to practice your sets. Suna grabbed a volleyball from the basket beside you and walked over to the far side of the court. He looked at you, expecting to practice his spikes with you.

"So… Uhh… are you a wing spiker?" you asked him. For some reason, you couldn't think of anything else to say.

"No, I'm a middle blocker," he replied.

"That's surprising," you thought as you sized him up with your eyes. He seemed to be only slightly taller than Aran. Even then, it was hard to tell with his slouch.

"Why are you over there then?" you asked, pointing to the spot in front of you. "Don't you usually practice over here?"

"Weren't you practicing your sets for the left?" he asked.

"I was…" you mumbled, still a little unsure of yourself.

"I also have to hit from the left occasionally."

"That's true…" you replied.

Did he actually want to help you practice?

Suna stood there, waiting for you to be ready to set to him. You shrugged and decided to go along with it. So Suna threw the ball to you for your toss.

You groaned after a mere five tosses. Each one of them didn't go where you wanted to, but Suna was still able to hit them well with his wide spiking range. You could already hear what Atsumu would've said. "Y/n!" said the imaginary voice. "What are you doing? I told you that you need to set higher for the second tempo!"

After a few more tosses, your shoulders sagged. You told Suna, "Maybe I should just practice by myself."

Suna shrugged and said, "I figured it's better practice to have someone hitting your sets."

"Are you okay with this?" you asked, slightly biting your lip. "I don't want you to get used to my inconsistent sets."

"Well… I'm technically your boyfriend," he said.

"Pfft," a laugh slipped out of your mouth. You weren't expecting that answer. "Alright, just don't expect my tosses to be any good right now."

"Your sets don't need to be like Atsumu's. I couldn't care less."

You paused at Suna's words. He probably didn't mean much when he said that, but his words lifted the weight you had been carrying, the pressure that Atsumu placed on you to always keep improving. Suna made you feel that you were allowed to be happy with where you were.

You quickly blinked a few times before turning around, afraid Suna would see your eyes water. You wiped the tears with the palm of your hand before turning back to Suna with a smile.

"Sorry, I'm ready now," you said.

Suna didn't comment on it. He waited for you. But he did return your smile before throwing the ball to you.

After more sets, your shoulders started to loosen. The two of you practiced your back sets as well as some quicks. You even laughed when the two of you messed up your timing. You weren't in sync at all. It was truly a representation of your relationship with each other so far but now you could actually laugh at it.

"Did you do that on purpose?" he asked, after another one toss went too far.

You shrugged and proceeded to set one that was too short. Then before he could say anything, you took a ball from the basket and set it as high as you could. Suna smirked at you before doing his running approach and slammed it over the net.

"I'm impressed," you told him with a teasing grin.

"What?" he replied. "Trying to test my limits?"

"You're doing pretty well."

Suna took a ball and threw it way off to the side, expecting you to set that one to him. "What?" he asked when you gave him a look. "You made me run a lot."

"I didn't make you," you said with a smirk.

Before he could retort, you saw Aran walk into the gym, carrying a few bottles in his arms. You squinted your eyes, trying to figure out what it was. After you saw a glimpse of yellow, you gasped.

"Is that lemonade?!" you exclaimed.

"Yeah," Aran chuckled. "I figured you'd want some."

"Of course I do!" you exclaimed, grabbing a bottle from his arms. Before you took a sip, you asked, "The twins didn't mess around with the drink this time right?"

"No, not this time," he chuckled, placing the rest of the bottles on the floor. "They are definitely not full of salt instead of sugar."

"I totally remembered your face when you drank it!" you told him. "It was so c–" But before you could finish, you stopped short of finishing your sentence. "–cute," you thought to yourself. You looked up at Aran, hoping he didn't catch that. You didn't want him to get the wrong idea.

You quickly drank some of the lemonade only for it to go down the wrong way. As you coughed, Aran came around to rub your back.

"Oy!" Aran told you, "Don't scare me like that."

"I'm not dying," you told him, laughing between coughs. "I'll be fine."

Suna came over, carting the empty volleyball basket.

"Y/n, we should clean up," Suna stated.

You nodded and walked over to the basket with a ball in hand.

"Need some help?" Aran asked while you placed the volleyball into the basket.

"We can manage," Suna said, declining his offer.

Suna slipped his hand into yours. You tensed up, wondering why he decided to hold your hand now. You were overly conscious of the grime on your hand from holding the volleyballs. The sweat from practicing didn't make it any better.

You looked up from your hands to Aran. His eyes widened.

"Are you two going out?" he asked.

You felt your stomach tighten. It was misplaced guilt, but you couldn't help but feel some sort of shame. It was as if you were made a liar, as if your past actions weren't genuine. So you couldn't answer Aran.

"Yeah," Suna replied nonchalantly.

Aran looked at you, then at Suna. He scratched his cheek, lowering his gaze to the floor. You pressed your lips together as Suna continued to hold your hand.

"W-we should get the rest of the balls," you spat out to break the silence, taking your hand out of Suna's and pushing the volleyball basket to the other side of the court. Your stomach was tied into several knots.

"I- I should get going too," Aran quickly replied.

After he left the gym, you let out the breath you were holding and started picking up the rest of the volleyballs. Suna did the same.

"Who did you have a crush on?" Suna asked, when the two of you took down the net. Your eyes grew and you wondered why he asked that. "Never mind, it doesn't matter... Just, are you sure you don't like him anymore?"

"I don't," you replied.

How many times did you have to tell everyone? It was understandable that the twins were doubtful since they had witnessed every moment from the start. But you didn't know why Suna was asking.

After the two of you put the net and the poles back into the equipment room, Suna handed his phone to you.

"What's this?" you asked, raising your eyebrow.

"My phone," he bluntly replied.

"Yes, of course it is," you rolled your eyes. You figured you should get used to this. "Just like your pin."

"I don't have your number," Suna smirked, pointing to the new contract screen. "Which is weird if you're supposed to be my girlfriend."

"Oh," you replied, blinking at him. As you typed in your name and number, you held back a grin as you felt one teeny tiny butterfly in your stomach.

*****

Chapter 5 >

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[tartagliove]

The Little Things ✧ Aizawa Shouta

Summary ✧ Aizawa shows his love for you every day, through all the little things he does for you.

Pairing ✧ Aizawa Shouta x Reader

Word Count ✧ 7.9k

Tags and Warnings ✧ Domestic fluff, slight angst, happy ending, lots of sappiness and acts of service, mentions of injuries, some U.S.J. spoilers

Note ✧ This is part of POCuties’ Valentine’s Day Collab, and is based off of pragma, the Greek word for committed, enduring love. Check out all the other amazing works here! A huge thank you to @ererokii​​ and @writeiolite​​ for being my wonderful betas, I couldn’t have done it without them!

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Your husband isn’t known for flowery language or for endlessly letting words flow out of his mouth. You can probably count the number of times he’s said “I love you” on your hands and feet. That’s okay, though. Aizawa isn’t a man of many words, but he shows his love for you every day, through all the little things he does for you.

A cloud of steam billows out of the doorway as you leave the bathroom, gripping the fluffy towel that’s wrapped around you. You’re almost at your bedroom when there’s a click from your front door—keys turning in the lock. You pause in the hallway and watch as the door opens, revealing your exhausted husband.

“Welcome home, Shouta,” you call to him, smiling as he raises his head. You can feel his dark eyes on you, taking in the slight sheen on your skin from your shower.

“I’m home,” he says in reply. His voice is rough after hours of little use, and thick with fatigue from being on patrol. “You have work soon.”

You nod. “I’ll head out as soon as I change and eat breakfast.”

“Did you make it yet?” he asks, shutting the front door and taking off his shoes. He unwraps his capture weapon from around his neck and drapes the bundle of not-quite-cloth on the back of a chair in the dining area.

“No, not yet.”

“I’ll make breakfast, then.”

You open your mouth to protest, knowing that he’s been hard at work on his patrol. He needs to sleep before heading to U.A. to teach his students.

But he interrupts you, already aware of the concerns you have in mind. “You still need to change. It makes sense for me to get it ready for you.”

The steadiness in his voice tells you that he won’t budge on this, so you nod in acquiescence. “Alright, if you insist. Please go to bed as soon as you’re done though, and take your sleeping bag to work.”

His eyebrow twitches at the mention of his sleeping bag. Even though the color is atrocious, it was your gift to him from a few years ago, so he uses it anyway. “I will,” he manages to say. “Now go change.”

You turn away from him and quickly enter your room, unable to hide the smile that spreads across your face. You know he hates the color of his sleeping bag. That’s exactly why you got it (after some unsubtle encouragement from Yamada). If he had said anything about the color, you would have snickered and given him a black one a day later, but he just sighed and thanked you for it when he opened up the present. You’re pretty sure he knows that it was a prank, but he still hasn’t said anything—so neither will you.

Laughing quietly, you slip into comfortable clothes; you can change into your hero outfit once you get to the agency. But first, breakfast.

Sunlight streams through the windows, scattering soft light in the apartment. It caresses your husband’s skin and hair, seeming to wipe away the signs of exhaustion, making your heart skip a beat at his beauty. He’s focused on the stove, watching an omelette sizzle away in a pan. The toaster ticks away as two slices of bread turn golden under red heated coils, and the heavenly smell of buttery toast fills the air.

You walk over to Aizawa and slip your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind. Strands of his dark hair brush against your skin. “It smells good,” you mumble against his back.

He hums once in reply. Defined muscles shift and contract as he moves, using a spatula to flip the omelette over. Both of you stand like this for a few more minutes, and you bask in the warmth of his body.

“It’s done,” your husband says.

You draw back from hugging him and step to the side. As you pull the toast from the toaster and get it onto a plate, he turns off the stove and brings the pan over. He scoops the fragrant omelette on one slice of toast, and you flip the other slice on top of the stack, completing the sandwich.

“Mmm.” You inhale deeply, walking over to the dining table with the plate in your hands.

Aizawa follows, but only after he puts the pan in the sink and picks up an orange. As you eat breakfast, he peels the fruit for you, meticulously stripping it of the white pith in the middle before passing individual segments to you.

You accept them, but for every piece of the orange you have, you make sure he eats one too.

The atmosphere at the table is warm and full of affection. Bloodshot, tired eyes watch you from across the table. Aizawa takes pleasure in the way you eat the food he prepared for you, and his expression softens at the sigh of contentment you let out after you finish your sandwich.

You lean back in your chair, looking at your husband as he holds your gaze. A moment later, you get to your feet and pick up your plate.

“Thank you, Shouta.”

Aizawa nods and rises too, taking the plate from your hands to put it in the sink. “You’ll be late if you don’t leave now.”

“Alright, I’m going! Come say goodbye at the door?” You blink at him with wide eyes, and he agrees with a fond sigh and the slightest shake of his head.

He rarely says no to you.

You put on your shoes and grab your bag. He helps you into a light jacket, holding it up for you to slip your arms in the sleeves. When it’s on, he runs his hands down your arms to your hands, then leans in and presses his lips to your forehead.

It’s warm. Your eyes flutter shut and you wrap your arms around him. “Thank you for breakfast,” you murmur. Thank you for showing your love for me, you mean. “I love you.”

He pulls back slowly and opens the door for you. “I know,” he says.

You step outside your apartment. Your smile is bright in response to his words. “Get some sleep, Shouta. You’ve taken care of me enough this morning, now take care of yourself. You have an energetic class of students to teach.”

“I will. I’ll see you tonight.”

You nod. Aizawa waits in the doorway until you get into the elevator, the silver doors sliding closed and concealing you from sight. He shuts and locks the apartment door, then sighs. “I will never grow tired of taking care of you,” he tells the empty room, his voice warm with affection.

A moment later, he moves toward his kitchen. He’ll get some sleep since he told you he would, but first, the dishes are waiting.

–

After a day of patrols, paperwork, lunch, and training sidekicks at the agency, you clock out and head back home. It’s late enough for Aizawa to be done with teaching, so he’s probably home already, grading papers or analyzing his student’s fighting styles.

Your assumption is proved correct when you see his shoes by the door once you open it. You slip off your own shoes and line yours up next to his. A bright yellow roll of the sleeping bag rests not too far away from the collection of footwear. You smile, glad that he took it to work to catch some extra minutes of sleep.

“I’m home!” you call, shrugging out of your thin jacket.

There’s no reply. You scan the kitchen, dining room, and living room. He’s not there. He must be in the office then, hard at work.

The door to the office is cracked open, but you knock against the wood twice. It’s silent, so you hesitantly push open the door and step into the office, a softness in your eyes at the sight before you.

The final rays of sunlight stream through the windows, falling across the two desks—one for you and one for him. Warm colors paint the sky, turning it into flames of reds and oranges, purples of crushed berries spilling close behind.

Though the sky is beautiful, it’s nothing compared to your husband. His dark hair fans out over white papers like raven feathers. Calloused fingers loosely clutch a deep blue pen, but the writing utensil is about to slip out of his grasp and he doesn’t notice at all. Of course he doesn’t notice, not with his whole body slumped over his desk, eyes closed and shadowy lashes brushing against his skin.

Your nose wrinkles at the odd angle his neck is held at. Any longer in this position, and he’ll be slightly irritated the rest of the night. Not to mention, it wouldn’t help his patrol at all.

So you slip out of the office, moving to your shared bedroom. Your jacket goes onto a hanger and into the closet. Then you’re grabbing a pillow from the bed, and snatching a folded blanket off the back of the living room couch, before returning to your husband.

You deal with his pen first; taking it from his grasp and capping it, then placing it on your desk. Papers rustle as you gather them up, and you find amusement in scrawled handwriting from a kid named “Kaminari.” Those go on your desk too, in a neat stack.

Now comes the difficult part.

With one hand supporting your husband’s head, you gently lift him up enough for you to slip the pillow under it. A rumble comes from his throat at the movement, but he settles down a moment later and doesn’t wake up.

Picking up the blanket, you shake it out and drape it over Aizawa. It’s soft under your fingers as you tuck it in around his shoulders, keeping him warm.

Now that he’s more comfortable, you ease yourself into the chair at your desk. A glance at the papers tells you that they’re multiple choice quizzes, and you nod to yourself in satisfaction. You can easily work on this as your husband gets a few more hours of rest.

–

The sky is indigo by the time Aizawa opens his eyes, blinking groggily as he sits up from his desk.

Immediately, he knows you’re home.

It’s obvious by the pillow that his head was resting on, by the blanket that slips from his shoulders as he sits up. It’s obvious by the mouthwatering scent of miso soup and by the sizzle of vegetables stir-frying in the pan. But most of all, it’s obvious by the way his student’s tests are stacked in the corner of his desk, with a baby blue sticky note at the very top.

He peels the note off the tests, taking in the words written in your familiar slant, in dark blue ink from his pen.

You needed the rest, so I let you sleep and took care of these tests. Come join me whenever you are ready, okay? I’ll make dinner.

A finger brushes against the collection of strokes that form your name, and he tastes your name on his tongue before whispering it. The three written words of affection that come after are silent, only spoken in his mind, unable to make it past his lips.

Aizawa pulls open the top drawer in his desk, reaching into the back corner to withdraw a stack of sticky notes, each already written on. He thumbs through them, briefly scanning over the words. Your voice is clear in his head, as if you’re speaking to him instead.

I’m going out to get groceries! I’ll get your favorite snacks too, you deserve it.

Let’s have dinner together when I get home. It’s been a while since we’ve eaten together; things have been so busy.

I saw a black cat today. It was avoiding a yellow one that kept chasing after it. Sound familiar?

All the notes are similar to these, each capturing a moment that you thought of him. Every single one of them ends with your name, and “I love you” written underneath.

Some of these sticky notes are years old, a couple from a time before the two of you got married. A few of them are more wrinkled than others, from back when he didn’t take care of them as well as he should have. But now, he adds your most recent note to the top of the stack and clamps them together with a black binder clip, before sliding them into the corner of the drawer. A few moments later, the drawer rolls across its tracks before closing with a gentle thud.

Aizawa isn’t one to particularly care about material things, but this collection of notes is one of his most precious belongings.

He sometimes reads through them if he hasn’t seen you for a while—if your hours off work rarely coincide, not giving you a chance to spend time together, except for collapsing into bed from exhaustion at strange hours of the night.

They remind him of how much you love him, although he doesn’t need these notes to know.

But he thinks the most important part is that they make him fall in love with you all over again, each time he sees a square scrap of paper stuck to a surface in the house. They’re little pieces of you, of your love, that you put into words he can hold in his hands, and he loves you all the more for them.

–

One weekend, when both of your schedules line up enough to give you the Saturday off, you’re excited to spend a day lounging around the house with Aizawa, basking in his presence. It would be nice to just lie on the couch with a movie playing in the background as the two of you catch up on some much needed rest.

And you do that, for most of the morning. You make an easy breakfast together, then move to the living room to just sit and talk. His arm is warm around your shoulders, pulling you into him, and you rest your head against his chest.

You ask questions about his class, and patrol, and he tells you stories about his students that make you laugh. He asks you questions too, about the agency you run, about anything interesting you’ve seen on patrol.

Then the conversation slows, falling into a comfortable silence. Your eyelids slide shut, sleep making them heavy.

You must have dozed off, because Aizawa is gently calling your name, pulling you out of a brief moment of rest.

“Hm?” you mumble, disgruntled.

He smiles at you, just a small one, with his lips curling at the corners. You brush your hand against his cheek, dark stubble rough against your hands.

“Let’s go out for lunch,” he suggests.

Your eyes widen, then narrow slightly. “You already have somewhere planned, don’t you?”

He chuckles. You can feel the vibrations through his chest as he speaks. “You know me too well.”

“It’s called being married, Shouta. But sure, let’s go.”

A few minutes later, the two of you exit your apartment. You walk by your husband’s side, and he leads the way, resting a hand on your back when you need to turn the corner. The busy main streets turn to smaller streets, then narrow into alleys that only a few pedestrians walk down.

“You’re not taking me somewhere to get me murdered, are you?” you ask.

“You tell me. It won’t be much of a lunch date if it ends up just being me at the table,” he says, voice a soft rumble.

You turn down one more alley, this one with a few signs hanging off the walls. There’s a small pawn shop on the left, and a convenience store further down. But on the right, a small chalkboard sign bears a doodle of ramen, gyoza, and a cup of bubble tea.

You whip your head around to look at your husband, eyes sparkling. “How did you find out about this place?”

He’s pleased in the way excitement shines through your face, his heart aching at your beauty. “From patrol,” he answers. “Had to chase someone through these streets, and caught him right in front of the pawn shop. I saw this blackboard and thought it was worth checking out with you.”

Your smile is brilliant. “Thank you for thinking of me.”

“Yeah,” Aizawa says, distracted by you. He rubs the back of his neck and glances at the doors. “Let’s- let’s go in.”

The restaurant is small, but cozy, with warm wooden tables and seats. You sit down at a table for two, turning to look at the large menu boards hanging up by the cooking area. A few minutes in, you place your orders, sipping on tea and chatting as you wait.

Lunch is delicious; each bite of food flavorful. You steal one of his gyoza, biting into the crispy skin of the pan-fried dumpling, humming as the salty taste bursts in your mouth. He tries a spoonful of your ramen in return, and you feel warm because of the way his tongue swipes across his lips as he picks up the last drops of soup.

When you’re both full and a little sleepy, and your dishes are empty, you pay for the meal and start walking home.

You hook your arm through Aizawa’s, leaning into his side. He looks at you, eyes soft. “Did you like lunch?”

You nod eagerly. “I loved it. We should go again soon!”

“Perhaps on the next day we have off, then,” he says, “if it makes you this happy.”

“You liked it too, though! I didn’t miss you sneaking another spoonful of the ramen soup base.”

His tone is dry, although amused, in his response. “You didn’t miss it because you were staring at my lips.”

You duck your head and let go of his arm, stepping behind him and placing your hands on his back to push him forward. “You didn’t have to say it like that!”

You can feel the vibrations of his laughter through your palms, and you smack one hand against his back in retaliation. It does nothing to stop his laughter, though it turns into quiet chuckles.

Aizawa reaches behind him and wraps a hand around your wrist, tugging gently until you walk by his side again.

The rest of the journey home is relatively silent, both of you feeling a little drowsy from the large lunch. But as your husband unlocks the apartment door, your arms slip around his waist and you hug him tightly from behind.

“Thank you for lunch,” you say. “I loved it. Both the food, and the company.” That makes him smile, though you can’t see it. “You’re always thinking about me, and I love you so much for it.”

Aizawa pauses. His hands leave the key inside the lock, and they rest on yours that are around his waist. The calluses on his fingers are rough, but his touch is soft and gentle as his thumb brushes across the back of your hand.

“I know,” he finally says. “And I know you’re always thinking about me too.”

That is why he loves you.

–

The relaxing weekend ends, and classes and patrols start up again. Aizawa sits at his desk in your shared office, a mountain of papers in front of him. As he scribbles feedback to his students, the TV runs in the background, news headlines and clips flashing across the screen.

A reporter says a word, a name, your hero name, and his head snaps up from the papers.

Dark eyes take in the live stream of a street in downtown Mustafu. A villain—the height of two apartment stories and the width of an elephant—roars and stomps down the busy street. Every step makes the ground shake, evident by the trembling of the camera and the stumbling pedestrians as they scream and rush away from it.

Everyone runs away, except for you.

You run toward it. You cut through the crowd until it gets too dense, then toss up what seems like a rope so one end wraps around the top of a street lamp. With a tug, you shoot through the air above civilians, and another length of rope unfurls from your free hand, wrapping around the next street light.

You swing through the air.

“Like a comic book hero that has come to life,” says a reporter, and Aizawa’s breath catches in his throat.

No, not a comic book hero, he decides. But a free spirit, one who is not bound by the laws of physics; a warrior of the skies.

Without hesitation, you fling yourself into the air, high above the villain. Then you let gravity take hold of you again, and you plummet toward the ground—to crash into the villain’s back.

It stumbles, rampage stopped by the sudden impact.

You are in motion yet again before it can even react, making use of a rope to bind its legs together as you slip another around its neck. Though the villain struggles, its arms cannot reach you.

Aizawa knows the fight is over.

The villain tries to step forward, to jostle you off its back, anything, but your rope around its legs holds tight and it tips over. It leans slowly, slowly, then faster and faster until it hits the ground with an earth-shaking thud. Pavement cracks on impact, scattering dust and debris into the air.

Everything is still. But once the dust slowly settles, you hop off its back, a smile spreading across your face as civilians cheer from the sidelines.

The news reporter steps in front of the camera, talking about your quick actions and the successful capture of a villain.

Aizawa ignores the reporter, focusing his attention on the background instead. You’re still interacting with the civilians, but he notices your hand brushing lightly across your shoulder, and the slight twitch in your smile that follows.

His brows furrow. Pushing away from his desk, he moves into the bathroom and opens a cabinet under the sink, pulling out a red box. Opening it reveals compartments full of disinfectant, cotton balls, wraps, and all other kinds of first aid materials. But the stock of bandages is low—only two sorry band-aids remain, crinkled wrappers clinging onto each other.

Sighing, Aizawa closes the first-aid kit and brings it out to the living room. He grabs the house keys and his wallet, before putting on shoes and stepping out the door.

He has to make a trip to the nearest convenience store.

–

You shut the apartment door behind you and lean against it for a moment, closing your eyes as you let out a breath. Your shoulders throb from the strain you put on them while fighting the villain, although with a good rub and a night of rest, the pain should dissipate by tomorrow. Besides that, there’s a few cuts on you that need to be taken care of. But you’re not sure if you restocked the supply of bandages the last time you used the first-aid kit, and you don’t exactly want to trek to the nearest store to buy some.

“Welcome home.”

You startle, eyes flashing open as you push off the door. Then you shake your head and huff out a laugh, slipping off your shoes before walking to your husband who sits on the couch. “Make some more noise next time you’re watching someone,” you complain. “You’re always so quiet when you want to be.”

Aizawa’s lips curve in a smirk as he looks up at you. His hand is warm around your wrist, pulling gently until you sit next to him.

“I saw the fight with the villain,” he said.

Your eyes widen. “You were there? I thought you had assignments to grade.”

“I had the TV on and the news was broadcasting it. You took care of it quickly.” A pause, before he speaks again. “You did well.”

You feel warm from the praise, and lean your head against his shoulder, until a spike of pain on your cheek makes you lift your head up again.

“Ah,” you say, “I didn’t notice I scratched up my face.”

Your eyes stray to the table in front of the couch, taking in the red box on top of it. You whip your head around to look at your husband. “You’re prepared for anything, aren’t you?”

He shakes his head and leans over to open up the first-aid kit. “No, I’m just observant.”  

He must have seen you brushing lightly at your scrapes or something, then checked the kit and noticed the low supply of band-aids. A box of new ones lays inside its compartment. “Thank you,” you say softly.

He only nods in response as he digs through the box, taking out a bottle of disinfectant, clean cotton pads, and the newly purchased band-aids.

The two of you are silent as you work to clean your wounds. You take care of the ones you can easily reach, like the one on your thigh and the one on your calf. Aizawa cleans the rest with a gentle hand, carefully applying bandages over the deeper cuts.

There’s one more on your face, so you sit back on the couch as your husband stands in front of you. One hand cradles your cheek as the other disinfects the scrape. Though the alcohol stings, you hold still and don’t wince. Still, he must sense your pain, and his thumb strokes across your skin in comfort as he wipes away the blood.

He’s careful as he applies the band-aid, smoothing out the sides so it doesn’t wrinkle on your face.

“You’re done,” he says. All your wounds cleaned and treated, and bandaged up, but his hand doesn’t leave your face just yet.

You look into his dark eyes, warmth and affection shining from within. He stares back, taking in the features that he loves so much.

Reaching up with one hand so it rests on top of Aizawa’s own, you keep it cradled around your face. The small smile you give him makes his heart skip a beat. And when you turn your head to the side, pressing your lips against the palm of his hand in a soft kiss, he loses the ability to breathe.

Slowly pulling away from his hand, you look at him again. His piercing gaze warms you from within, and a tingle runs down your spine. “I love you, Shouta.”

He somehow draws in a breath. His voice is rugged and deep, and he almost stumbles over the two words he responds with.

“I know.”

–

You get the news while you’re finishing your shift at work. It’s noon, and you’re ready to leave for lunch, but a sidekick calls your name in a way that stops your heart for a beat. There’s an unusually solemn air hanging around her the closer you get.

She wordlessly gestures to the TV. It takes a second for the words on the scrolling headline to register, and something starts to ring in your ears as the reporter repeats the news.

“Rescue training gone wrong?” he asks rhetorically.

You can’t hear the next few words that come out of his mouth. But you’ve heard enough.

Your phone chooses that moment to buzz with a new text. You nearly dismiss it, but the words on the screen make your hands tremble as you open up the message from Yamada.

“Mustafu General Hospital” is all it says.

You’re not sure what you tell your sidekick, but it gets you out of the agency and into a cab. You manage to choke out the hospital name in the silence of the taxi, and the driver wordlessly presses on the gas pedal, weaving his way through city traffic.

Once the large building looms in front of you, you toss bills into the front seat and scramble out of the taxi, heart racing twice the speed that your feet carry you.

You stop to sign in at the desk, and you stumble over your words as you ask the receptionist for the room that your husband is in. They’re quick to give you the information, but the look of pity on their faces makes your skin crawl.

He’s okay, isn’t he? It’s not like he’s d-

He couldn’t be-

He’s fine, he has to be.

Someone calls your name. The voice is familiar, but the tone is not; it’s subdued, almost quiet.

“Hizashi!” you cry out, and your voice breaks on the last syllable.

His face is pale and strained, but he holds out his arms and lets you collapse into his chest. He’s warm around you; a slight comfort in the panic and dread that courses through you. Yet there’s something missing in the comfort.

He’s not your husband.

“W-what happened? Why is Shouta hurt?” You swallow hard before asking your final question. “Is he- is he okay?”

Yamada’s eyes shine with unshed tears. His voice shakes as he answers you. “There was- there was an attack on the U.S.J. facility while he was training with his students.”

“An attack?” you parrot back, the words not quite registering. You thought the school was safe. You thought you only had to worry when he went on patrols, not when he was teaching.

“It was–” Yamada glances at the people in the busy hospital, before leaning in and whispering “–an attack by the League.”

Something strangles your lungs. “How badly is he hurt?” Because you know he is hurt. He could never let his students get attacked without doing something, including putting his life on the line if he has to.

That’s the kind of man you fell in love in.

Yet that selflessness is the cause of the painful throbbing in your chest.

“B-badly,” Yamada says, flinching at the sorrow that takes over your features. “But the doctors are doing their best, so he’ll be okay.”

You think he’s finished. You’re not necessarily prepared to see the damage, but ready enough to brace yourself, when Yamada mutters out words you weren’t meant to hear. “He has to be.”

That doesn’t help your nerves, and a sickening concoction of fear and anxiety coats your tongue. You attempt to swallow it down while choking out your own words with as much resolve as possible. “Take me to him. Please.”

Yamada nods. He holds onto your hand as he guides you through the halls of the hospital, and the warmth is the only thing you can focus on as the rest of your body goes cold.

So, so cold.

–

You first talk to the doctor outside of Aizawa’s hospital room. Each injury he lists off breaks something within you, piece by piece.

“Comminuted fractures in his arms... facial fractures... no brain damage, thankfully.”

You choke out a laugh. Thankfully? Thankfully? He was already injured so badly; that one small bit of good news does nothing to lift your spirits.

“And,” the doctor says, making you freeze again—there’s more?— “the bones around his eye sockets have been crushed into a powder. There's a chance it might adversely affect his eyesight.”

At this, you stop paying attention anymore. Your grip on Yamada’s hand goes limp, just as his grip gets painfully tight.

“His quirk,” you mumble. The doctor pauses, and asks you to repeat that. “His quirk,” you say again, voice rising in volume. “He needs his eyes for his quirk, he’s a hero, you- you have to heal his eyes!”

The doctor’s smile is sympathetic as he nods. “My team will try its best.”

You straighten up and stare into the doctor’s eyes. “You will not try. You will make it happen.”

Because if Aizawa can’t use his eyes again, it might break the man that you love.

“When can we see him?” Yamada asks, drawing the doctor’s attention away from your glare.

The doctor looks at his watch. “In two hours,” he says. “We’ll finish up with him in an hour or so, and it’ll take another one for him to wake up. In the meantime, if one of you is staying overnight, take the time to go home and pack some essentials. I have to go back inside to see how things are going.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Yamada manages to say.

You don’t say anything at all. All you can hear is the doctor’s report on your husband’s condition, and your heart aches for him. The recovery process will probably be long and painful, but at least he’s alive. And you’ll be there for him every step of the way.

–

When you’re told that he’s awake and that you can go in to see him, you hesitate and ask Yamada to go in first. Of course, you want to see Aizawa, but… you don’t want to get interrupted to let Yamada see him too. He agrees in understanding.

They talk for around ten minutes before Yamada exits the room. He lets you know that he has to go, wrapping you up in his arms to say goodbye. “He’ll be okay,” he tells you, just a bit too loudly in your ear.

As Yamada turns the corner, you stop in front of Aizawa’s door. Taking a deep breath, you pull it open and step in, only for your eyes to grow wide at the sight in front of you.

“Shouta!”

His head snaps up to look at you, and you aren’t quite sure how he can see through the mass of bandages around him. “You’re here,” he says gruffly. “Let’s go home.”

Your mouth falls open and you gape at him. He’s halfway out of the hospital bed, dressed in a hospital gown and a million meters of bandages.

Rushing over to him, you stand in his way. You’d push him back onto the bed, but with the bandages covering nearly every inch of skin, you don’t know where you can touch without hurting him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Aizawa blinks at you, eyes visible through the smallest gap in the bandages on his face. “I’m leaving.”

“But- but look at yourself! You’re barely standing on your own, and the only reason you can do so is because of the painkillers they gave you! You’re hurt, Shouta. Badly. Let the doctors do their job.”

He stares into your eyes, and you stare back, unflinching. He sighs and gets back into the hospital bed. You see him wince as he moves, and you almost spit out a rather mean-spirited “see?”, but you hold it in. You don’t want your worry for him to turn into venomous words.

You take a moment to move a chair besides his bed. You settle into it, leaning on the armrest. A few moments of silence pass. Then a question tumbles out of your mouth, pain in your eyes and laced in your voice. “What happened?”

He hesitates for a moment before speaking. “My class had a rescue training exercise at the U.S.J. Not long after we got there, a portal opened and a few dozen villains stepped in. They cut off our communication with the main building, so we couldn’t call for backup and we couldn’t leave. I had to fight.”

He says everything so plainly, even though fighting had cost him his body, and quite possibly his eyesight.

Your vision blurs with tears, distorting his bandaged figure. “You got hurt so badly, Shouta. And the doctor… the doctor said that your eyesight may suffer because of the injuries around your eyes. Your quirk, Shou–”

“I know!”

The outburst makes you jolt in your seat, eyes wide.

“Then why– How did they hurt you so much? You’re so powerful, and you fight in a way that doesn’t let them get too close to you.”

Aizawa shakes his head, scattering dark hair around his shoulders. “I just-” He swallows, as if the words are hard to get out. “Most of them were weak, and I took them out easily. But three of them… they were deadlier than most. The kind of villains that get locked up in Tartarus. I couldn’t let my students fight them. I needed to stop them, so I gave all I needed to.”

You love that he cares so much about his students. You love that about him, and you’d put your life on the line just as he did, but still. You’re trembling with panic, and it hasn’t quite registered that he’s okay and he isn’t going to disappear on you. And the way you felt when you saw the news flashing on the screen—that dark feeling still lingers, freezing your bones.

So you can’t stop the fearful words that spill out of your mouth, your voice shaking despite your best attempt to keep it steady. “Did you even think about me? As you were throwing yourself into battle, was I ever on your mind? About what would happen if you- if you died?”

You pause. The next words come out quietly, almost lifeless. “Losing you would break me.”

Aizawa takes in the slight tremble of your body, and the wet sheen in your eyes. His chest aches at your pain. “You’re strong though,” he says, grasping for words to comfort you. “I know you’d survive.”

“Maybe I’d survive, but I wouldn’t be able to live!” Your voice cracks on the last word, and the room falls silent. You sit there, shoulders heaving as you start to sob, tears streaming down your face.

“Shit,” Aizawa whispers, eyes stinging at your words and the sight of your tears. Slowly, he lifts up a bandaged arm, reaching out to you. “Come here.” His tone is soft and pleading, wanting you close to him.

You slowly walk to him and sit on the side of his bed, wiping at your tears as even more spill down your cheeks. His arm wraps around your shoulders, and he pulls you into him.

He’s warm around you. Alive. And the comfort feels complete, now that you have him right there beside you. Your hands grip on the fabric of his hospital gown at this realization, and you don’t hold back; silent sobs turn into small wails, tears creating a damp patch on his chest.

Aizawa lets you cry, not minding the soaked fabric that sticks to his skin. He does his best to rub your back, a steadying weight to reassure you that he’s here.

Minutes pass, and your sobs start to quiet down.

He’s found the words that he needs to tell you, so he starts to speak. “I did think of you. You were the one that kept me going, that pushed me to keep fighting for my students, for my life, because that’s what you do every day. And before- before I fell unconscious, the last thought I had was whether or not I’d be able to see you again.”

You sniff hard, uncurling your hands to wipe away your tears. Pulling back slightly, you look into his dark eyes.

He gazes at you like you’re the most important thing to him in the entire world. Because to him, that’s exactly what you are.

“I love you.” It comes out as a whisper. You say it again, louder, as your hands reach up to cup his face. You touch layers and layers of bandages instead of his skin. “I love you so, so much. And I’m so glad that you’re okay. Whatever happens with your eyesight, and your quirk, we’ll deal with it together, understand? I’m here with you every step of the way.”

His eyes narrow, but the corners tilt upward, and you know he’s smiling under the gauze.

A small laugh escapes you. You guide his head closer to yours, and you lean in, gently pressing your lips to where his mouth should be. He’s warm under your touch, even through the bandages. One of your hands slides down from his face to rest on his chest, where his heart beats under your palm.

He’s alive. So, so alive. You didn’t lose him today, and you won’t lose him for a long, long time.

–

You stay by his side the rest of the day and into the night. Aizawa’s hand rests on top of yours as both of you fall asleep, reassuring you that he’s still here.

The next morning, he somehow convinces the doctors to let him go home, spouting nonsense in a deadpan voice about “recovering the best at home.” You roll your eyes at him. He’s only saying this to get out of the hospital, but you go along with it and tell the doctors that you’ll make sure he takes his medicine and gets enough rest.

Your husband’s movements are smoother and not hindered with pain as eases himself into the wheelchair. You’re not sure how he’s recovering this quickly, but can only be thankful to the dedicated doctors and nurses at the hospital.

On the way home in the taxi, you keep glancing at him out of the corner of your eyes. Bandages cover him from head to toe, with a small gap for him to see through.

You hold the apartment door open for him. He takes off his shoes once he’s inside, and immediately walks to the windows in the living room.

Morning sunlight streams through the glass and spreads warmth through the room. The rays fall across his hair, making it shine. His posture is unusually straight as he takes in the view out the window, just breathing in and existing in the quiet of the early day.

He’s beautiful. Ethereal.

And he’s home.

You walk up behind him and slide your arms around him, not hugging him too tightly for fear of hurting him. Slowly, Aizawa wraps his hands around your wrist. He tugs gently, pulling you closer until your chest presses against his back. His grip leaves your wrists and a warm weight settles on top of your clasped hands, bandaged fingers cradling yours in his.

The two of you stand in the silence of your apartment. His thumb starts to stroke across the back of your hand, and you can’t help but smile in delight.

“Welcome home, Shouta,” you mumble against his back.

His thumb pauses. “Yeah. I’m home.”

And you are so glad that he is.

Then his stomach growls, loud in the quiet room. You laugh and pull back from him, though his hands are slow to leave yours, as if he’s reluctant to be away from you for too long.

“The bathroom is all yours. No, don’t protest, you’re the one that was in a hospital bed for an entire day. I’ll get started on breakfast so you can eat when you’re finished.”

He sighs but nods, shuffling into the bedroom to grab a clean change of clothes.

You smile after him, before moving into the kitchen. It’s time to make some pancakes, you decide, and you’ll make sure that these are extra special.

–

A bowl of freshly cut fruit catches Aizawa’s eye on his way past the dining table. The sound of sizzling gets louder as he steps into the kitchen, watching you flip something in a pan.

You glance over your shoulder to see him standing there, and he can’t help but laugh at the way you freeze in surprise.

You scowl, though there’s no real anger behind it. “Go sit! It’ll be ready for you soon.”

He does as you demand. A few minutes later, a plate of pancakes slide across the table and comes to a stop right in front of him. He blinks at his plate, then looks up at you.

These are no ordinary pancakes.

They’re round, for the most part, except for two little triangles that stick out from the top. A bit of chocolate sauce is drizzled on each pancake, but it was drizzled with purpose. Circles with a line down the center form eyes, a triangle for a nose, three curves on either side of the pancake are the whiskers.

“They’re… cats.”

You can hear the astonishment in his tone, and you laugh. “Yes, Shouta, cats. You know, your favorite animal?”

He glares at you, and you laugh even harder, but his eyes soften at your happiness. “Thank you.”

“Eat up, okay? I’ll go shower and join you after.” With that, you turn and leave your husband at the table, looking down at a plate of cheerful cat pancakes.

A few seconds after the bathroom door shuts behind you, Aizawa stands up and goes into the kitchen. He may not be able to make cat pancakes for you, but he wants you to eat breakfast with him, so normal pancakes will have to do.

–

It’s your turn to be surprised when you exit the bathroom and move to the dining table.

There’s a stack of pancakes in front of your seat, although your husband is in the same place you left him. His plate is still full though, and you whine.

“Your pancakes are going cold! Why didn’t you start eating?”

“Because I wanted to eat with you.”

Your heart is warm from hearing those words, and you press a kiss to the top of his head on the way to the kitchen. You grab a fork and knife, and a bottle of honey for both of you, before settling down into the seat next to him.

You look down at your pancakes, and a laugh escapes you.

“I’d never thought I’d see you do something this cheesy—but cute.”

Two slices of strawberry rest on top of the stack of pancakes. He placed them side by side, so they form a heart, adding a touch of color to your breakfast.

“It’s nothing,” Aizawa grumbles. He stares intently at his plate. Picking up a fork and knife, he starts to dig into his breakfast, and you follow suit.

The pancakes are soft and fluffy, immediately melting in your mouth. Each of you spoon cut fruit onto your plates, pairing a piece with a bite of pancake. It’s silent, except for the sounds of cutlery clinking against your plates, but it’s comfortable. Just being here—being in each other’s presence—is enough.

“I love you.”

Three words, three words of love that you declare every day. But this time, you’re not the one that says them.

Your head shoots up and you stare at your husband, a brilliant smile spreading across your face. Tears well in your eyes. You laugh once, give him a cheeky wink, responding with the words he always says.

“I know.”

His lips twitch under the bandages. You can’t tell if it’s out of amusement or slight annoyance, but his eyes are soft and warm, as he patiently waits.

“I love you too.”

He smiles.

Your husband isn’t known for flowery language or for endlessly letting words flow out of his mouth. You can probably count the number of times he’s said “I love you” on your hands and feet. That’s okay, though. Because when Aizawa says those three special words, you know he truly means them.

–

Credits • @writeiolite​​ came up with the idea of the yellow sleeping bag being a prank. Thank you, Io, that was a really fun discussion! @ramelanin​​ thought of the cat pancakes that Reader makes in the last scene of the fic. You are a genius, Ramen, thanks so much!

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haikyuu fic recs (updated!!)

**smuts indicated in warnings!!**

karasuno

kageyama tobio

milking situation by @nekxrizawa​ (one-shot)

warnings: fluffy-ish, implied pregnant reader, lactation, lactation kink, 18+

lactation kink w/ kags

awe. by @kuroopaisen​ (one-shot)

warnings: f!reader

a photographer in his spare time, kageyama can’t quite find the passion he once had for the art. until he meets you at a wedding, that is.

so, i had a crush on you… by @beccascribbles (ongoing sm!au series)

warnings: swearing, a lil angst, drinking in later chapters

where you send all the crushes you have ever had a google form to find out if they ever felt the same way towards you.

NO by @hokageyamatobio (one-shot)

warnings: none

the infamous setter asked for your help to study and get better grades, you just didn’t expect to fall for him in the process.

hate sex by @ahegaobaku (one-shot)

warnings: smut, degradation, spanking, biting, hate sex

in which you and your ex express a mutual hatred by using your bodies.

personally. by @bunmilks (one-shot)

warnings: angst

kageyama doesn’t seem to care at all, whereas you care too damn much.

no. 1 fan by @settersloveletters (ongoing series)

warnings: slight angst, smut in later chapters

y/n will always go out of her way for her family, especially for her 7 year old niece, who happens to be kageyama tobio’s number one fan. what happens when the charming sweetheart, y/n, meets the emotionally null, kageyama tobio? and what happens when those two fall in love at first sight?

tsukishima kei

omg they were roommates by @noya-sleftankle (ongoing series)

warnings: drinking

when tsukishima’s best friend yamaguchi moves out of his way too expensive apartment, tsukki finds himself in need of a new roomie. when he replies to your tweet, he expects a quiet girl who keeps to herself but instead he gets you. will you be able to break down tsukishima’s walls or will you be forced to stand on the outside, looking in?

sawamura daichi

watch me by @vangoghmusings (ongoing sm!au series)

warnings: nsfw

college frat boy daichi’s world is turned upside down when he learns his classmate is actually a very popular cam-girl. 

sugawara koushi

thigh riding by @nekxrizawa​ (drabble)

warnings: smut, thigh riding

too easy. by @kuroopaisen​ (one-shot)

warnings: lil angsty

falling in love with suga was easy. being friends with him was much, much harder.

safety blanket by @vixen-scribbles (one-shot)

warnings: 18+, soft dom!suga, semi-public sex, sofa sex???, a hint of cockwarming, foreplay, degradation/praise kink mixed in there, daichi and asahi make an appearance.

happier by @rebel-ramen (one-shot)

warnings: a lil angsty

reassuring suga you love him.

aoba johsai

oikawa tooru

i don't like your shampoo by @hinac0lada​ (one-shot)

warnings: none

soulmate!au

birthday gift by @ahegaobaku

warnings: smut, pegging, heavy degradation (giving), sub!oikawa, spanking?

hit me up by @akaashichigo (finished series)

warnings: profanity, sexual jokes & references but no actual n/s/f/w

you leave argentina unsatisfied from the failure of your little quest despite having a last minute retry. just when you’re about to give up, a relatively attractive guy comes up to you asking the same thing you’ve been asking for the past week. conveniently enough, that wasn’t the last time you saw him. sm!au

just until i win by @kurooskult (ongoing series)

warnings: small amount of angst

being a co athletics trainer for a national team proves to be a job that requires a lot of effort, persistence and dedication. just like your long term relationship with a member of a rivalling team. keeping your relationship with world famous athlete oikawa tooru under wraps is no easy challenge but with the olympics fast approaching and fans watching their favourite players every move, you both agree that it’s best you both try your hardest to keep your relationship out the public eye for now. after all, the obstacles of hawk eyed fans, unaware rivals and invasive media attention can’t be too hard to avoid. right? sm!au

gekkan shoujo oikawa kun by @inarzki (one-shot)

warnings: none

oikawa has feelings for his volleyball club’s manager, and he isn’t very subtle about it. unfortunately for him, his charm doesn’t work on her. she’s completely oblivious to his advances, reducing him to embarrassment every single time (the third years find great joy in their captain’s misery.) oikawa finds that he is unable to stop himself from falling into her unknowing traps over and over again.

oikawa touching his s/o in a team dinner by @honeyvanilla-hq (drabble)

warning: smut

last time by @karasu-hoes

warnings: smut, car sex

whose bitch? By @vixen-scribbles 

warnings: pegging, degradation, spanking, sub!oikawa

oikawa gets pegged.

iwaizumi hajime

make you sweat by @shanscript​ (one-shot)

warnings: smut, bathroom sex, sweat kink, body worship

cause you're trouble by @kagsbuns​ (one-shot?)

warnings: mentions of sex, small pinch of angst

sugar daddy!au

teacups by @kodzukens-thighz (one-shot)

warnings: kitchen sex, slight biting kink, degradation, breeding kink if you squint

in which your college roommate’s boyfriend gets tired of the bedroom eyes the two of you exchange wordlessly every time he’s in your apartment and things get a little heated

hey there, roomie by @myherowritings (one-shot)

warnings: none

after being set up on a bad date with ushijima, he insists on walking you to your doorstep. not wanting him to know where you live, you lead him to iwaizumi’s apartment and pretend iwaizumi is your roommate. college!au

operation: SEX GOD by @writeiolite (one-shot)

warnings: smut, degradation, cum eating, spit play?, cunnilingus, dirty talk, power play, unprotected sex

thinking he’s too vanilla, you make it your mission to improve your roommate’s sex life. you couldn’t have been more wrong. roommate!au

puppy love by @fukuronani (ongoing series)

warnings: none

soulmate where you can write/draw on your skin, it appears on your soulmate’s skin too. in this case, you communicate with your soulmate in your mother tongue for fun. it’s fun to write certain phrases in filipino. soulmate!au, filipino!reader, sm!au

shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi

insecure by @bokutobabie

warnings: hurt/comfort, insecurity, smut, creampie, lots of praise

reader is scared that ushi won’t like what he sees when they get intimate.

drunk phone sex by @wakatshi (one-shot)

warnings: dirty talk, masturbation, praise kink, (auto) asphyxiation, cunnilingus, dom wakatoshi

hesitation by @basicinstnct (one-shot)

warnings: oral sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, hair-pulling, face-sitting, implied, sexual content, size kink, dirty talk, established relationship

when wakatoshi makes an effort to get closer to you, you never expect that it'll be in one of the dirtiest ways possible. then again, the ache in your core leaves you in no position to turn him down.

eita semi

it's always better with you by @prettyboi-keiji​ (drabble)

warnings: none

semi makes your night better with some late night boba drinking and singing you songs.

vortex by @tetsuroyaoyaoya (ongoing series)

warnings: cussing

y/n is a girl living her best life, in an apartment with her two best friends, kuroo and kenma. while she has gained a fair amount of popularity from appearing on kenma’s animal crossing streams, her life isn't all that interesting. that is, until she gets caught up in a scandal with the lead singer of a well-known band, and ends up being the person that could ruin or save his career...

nekoma

kuroo tetsurou

thicc by @rivendell101

warnings: smut, jealousy, thigh riding, spanking, mild choking, dirty talk (praise and degradation), wall sex, unprotected sex

kuroo has nice thighs. unfortunately, you’re not the only one who notices.

fire in his eyes by @tetsurouskuro

warnings: alcohol, swearing, dom!kuroo, fireman!au haikyuu, smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, fluff

kuroo is a fire fighter and your best friend. when your apartment building catches fire and burns up, kuroo offers to let you stay at his place until you’ve found a new apartment.

rent free by @marigoldthoughts (ongoing series)

warnings: swearing, sexual innuendos

you’re karasuno’s second year manager who starts crushing on nekoma’s captain. your friends worry that you’ll end up hurt much like the last time you were interested in a third year. do you care? sm!au

hey, rachel by @noya-sannnn (ongoing series)

warnings: cursing, suggestive themes

two months ago, life was so much simpler for the karasuno second year l/n f/n; she had all the friends she needed and everything was as calm as a serenely flowing river stream. but after her father gets promoted for a job in tokyo— therefore requiring her whole family to move— life goes awfully to shit. just imagine this: barely succeeding at making new friends AND having to deal with a fuckface of a neighbour who ‘bullies’ her for everything she does. oh, and did i mention that he calls her rachel? sm!au

just us two by @jinkicake (one-shot)

warnings: smut, daddy kink, oral (m receiving), public sex, penetration

kuroo loves to fuck you under the lights of his favorite club.

special stream by @cosmic-goddess-leo (one-shot)

warnings: smut, exhibitionism, masturbation, toys

kuroo finds out his roommate is a cam girl. camgirl!au, roommate!au

chemistry by @seita (one-shot)

warnings: smut, mutual/pining, dom!kuroo, dirty talk, handjob (kuroo fucks your fist), pet names, praise kink, mild dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, light degradation, overstimulation, pussy slapping, squirting

you’ve got a steady, fun fwb relationship with a science nerd in your class, kuroo. after being paired up with a project with him, feelings start to develop due to the overwhelming chemistry between the two of you.

sunshine by @pudding-head-kenma (ongoing series)

warnings: a lil angsty

y/n can’t exactly remember where it all went wrong. it’s like one day they’re best friends finishing middle school and the next they’re enemies. if kuroo wants to be an asshole, let him. It’d be nice to know why, though. Sm!au

melancholia by @tetsuwhore (one-shot)

warnings: full blown smut, smoking, drinking, heavy implications of mental illness, parental issues

you’re the edgy, punk outcast. he’s your goofy nerd of a roommate. naturally, you fall for him. college roommate!AU, bad girl!reader

kozume kenma

tangelo envelope by @writeiolite

warnings: vibrators, butt plug, overstimulation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, master/pet-play themes, nudes, alcohol, mutual masturbation, and hookups

you become user kk9kk5′s sim. camgirl!au

boo you whore by @sushimii (finished series)

warnings: angst

the first words your soulmate says to you appears on your wrist from birth. in (Y/N)’s case, she never expected to find hers through a twitch stream, especially when the streamer is someone she hates. sm!au, enemies to lovers!au, soulmate!au

HUSH. by @namikxze

warnings: slight mentions of alcohol, nsfw ft. blowjobs, kenma kinda thinkin like a dom at the end

basically, you come home drunk then try to suck him off while he's live streaming.

stress relief by @inosukki (one-shot)

warnings: breastfeeding kink [?], handjob, cum eating <3

after a rough day at work, kenma wants to try something new that might benefit the both of you.

digging straight down by @sugakuns (finished series)

warnings: after breaking the number one minecraft rule, who knew you’d be pining over the one guy who made fun of you for it. sm!au

fukurodani

bokuto kotaro

farewell by @bokukiyoom​ (one-shot)

warnings: post breakup angst

post breakup isn’t as easy as it seemed. y/n realized how much happier their days were with bokuto.

come on in by @sushimii (one-shot)

warnings: skinny dipping; thigh riding

akaashi keiji

just your attention by @hqvortex​

warnings: thigh riding, grinding, over the clothes stimulation

akaashi won’t pay attention to you, so you decide to grab it from him by all means.

frienemies by @starfleetakaashi​ (ongoing sm!au series)

warnings: swearing, a lil angst

akaashi was polite, yes, but even he had people he didn’t really like. you were one of them. not like you cared because you hated him, too, but all of the sudden you were paired with him for a project. now that’s when you care.

ike or like like by @bunmilks

warnings: none

in the face of love, akaashi is painfully oblivious

baby boy by @jinkicake

warnings: bondage, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), face sitting, blindfold, light praise kink

some sub!akaashi

daisy flower by @elysianseraph

warnings: overstim, femdom, sub!akaashi, toys, bondage, gags

now live: pretty boy_05 by @starboybokuto (one-shot)

warnings: smut, fluff, pet play, dirty talk, degradation, praising, some dumbification, exhibitionism, senpai kink, lowkey hard dom!akaashi, after care on cam

after getting suspicious about his impressive income as a college student, your best friend tells you about your new boyfriend's side-job and when you decide to confront him, akaashi finally finds the courage to tell you about his little hobby. camboy!au, college!au

inarizaki

miya atsumu

backseat serenade by @msbyslut​

warnings: filth, ATSUMUyes he deserves a warning, car sex but not really, fem!reader, light choking, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, v light overstim

teasing atsumu is always interesting.

king of the fall by @elysianseraph​

warnings: a lil angsty

atsumu miya has never had any feelings about falling in love. he tries not to think too hard about stuff like that. until he meets you, and now its the only thing on his mind.  

virgin killer by @dearkags​

warnings: cursing, nsfw jokes

y/n is an animal lover, and living in a place with loud roommates would never allow her to adopt new pets that she can take care of. but everything changes, when she finally decides to move into a new apartment by herself to be able to live with her beloved and peaceful animals, until her annoying new neighbor miya atsumu, shows up with his weird antics of attemping to flirt.

coincidence by @bokukiyoom​

warnings: bit of angst, language, alcohol, suggestive

atsumu and y/n have been internet friends for over a year now. until now, she lived in america to gain experience; after moving back to japan, she contacted her old friend group, in hope of getting back together again. little did she know, that a special someone might step into her life as well.

the love club by @tobiosmilktea

warnings: some angst, swearing, suggestive themes

atsumu miya finds himself getting love advice from a popular instagram hotline after getting dumped on his one-year anniversary. it just so happens that you’re the one having to deal with his bullshit

ctrl by @keijiwrld (on hiatus sm!au series)

warnings: angst, cheating, mentions of sex, swearing, toxic relationships

in which y/n finds herself wanting more out of her tainted relationship with miya atsumu even though it’s all out of her control

only fools fall for you by @beccascribbles

warnings: smut, angst

where atsumu is a notorious playboy and now he wants you.

returning the favor (sequel to only fools fall for you)

where you give atsumu a taste of his own medicine.

pseudo love by @kei-kui (ongoing series)

warnings: some manga spoilers, angst, drinking, cursing, suggestive

hot-shot volleyball player miya atsumu just can’t seem to get those pesky gossipers off his back. his solution? fake date someone so they’ll shut up about him being a playboy. but there’s only one problem- atsumu doesn’t know anyone who would want to pretend to be in love... sm!au, roommate!au, fake dating!au

how to fall in love: a guide by @shinsukesgf  (ongoing series)

warnings: angst

maybe trying to get your crush, miya osamu, who you’ve been crushing on ever since first year to fall in love with you wasn’t exactly the smartest plan... especially if miya atsumu was behind it all. sm!au

the wrong reasons by @fukuronani (one-shot)

warnings:  nsfw/smut, vaginal sex, blowjob, riding, some cock warming, dirty talk, crying, slight crack + angst + fluff

fwb trope!

miya osamu

angel by @fpwritings​

warnings: smut, kinda rough sex, clothed sex, sorta face sitting??, unprotected sex, slight orgasm denial and overstim

just another day by @starfleetakaashi (drabble)

warnings: none

small cute osamu fluff!!

bet you never saw it coming by @wickedgamesoyaoya (finished sm!au series)

warnings: swearing, uncomfortable situations, accident mentions, blood, loss of loved one, dead animals.

former seijoh manager, y/n, had to move to accommodate her fathers job. all the while inarizaki high loses it’s current manager and are desperate for someone to fill the position. y/n may be the perfect candidate, outside of the fact she is far too blunt for her own good.

the art of cooking by @keigosbitch (ongoing series)

warnings: none

when her friends have had enough of her cursed breakfasts and setting off smoke alarms every other 3am, they take matters into their own hands and ask miya osamu to teach her the art of cooking.

suna rintaro

aesthetic by @tetsuwhore

warnings: smut in beginning, rest is fluffy

chill after sex tingz with suna.

not a crush by @prettyboi-keiji

warnings: none

love watches you from afar, notices the little things you do and makes an effort to make you smile. love also smiles whenever you are happy. it’s not just a crush, love knows when it is and when it is not.

rekindle by @prettyboi-keiji

warnings: some angst

after two years of being apart, reader and suna met again.

watch me by @sbspice (one-shot)

warnings: cheating, toxic relationships, mentions of pegging, mentions of a threesome, dom!suna, switch!reader (kinda?), both y’all asses but for good reason, forced voyeurism, fingering, non protective sex (wrap the banana y'all), cursing, slight size kink, slight dumbification, spanking, degradation, squirting, semi-clothed sex, surprise character:)

you get back at your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.

high suna by @bjbex (drabble)

warnings: shotgunning, hotboxing, recreational drug use, oral (m receiving), under da influence

dirty by @kuroosrighttoe (one-shot)

warnings: degradation, spitting, spanking, oral, fingering, cursing

you were used to a lazy kind of love with your boyfriend, but that drastically changed in the bedroom.

who are you? by @bokukiyoom (ongoing sm!au series)

warnings: swearing, tiny angst

in which suna rintarou texts a stranger, y/n, instead of his teammate. their friendship doesn’t start off easily, but they get attached to one another in no time.

bet by @lovebot2-0 (drabble)

warnings: none

in which suna and the reader discuss a bet that kita, aran, y/n and the twins made.

shinsuke kita

farewell, mr almost by @keiyoomi​ (one-shot)

warnings: angsty

itachiyama

sakusa kiyoomi

jealous fuck buddy by @luna084​

warnings: smut, jealous sex, degradation, oral (f receving), shower sex, not rlly without consent but kinda (?)  

you’re in a ‘just fuck no strings attached’ relationship with the both of you secretly having feelings for each other. having found out you have history with atsumu during practice, he can’t contain his jealousy as he fucks you in the shower room.

precious by  @msbyslut​

warnings: daddy kink, spanking, dacryphilia literally always, facefucking, light size kink, dumbification, degradation, unprotected sex, mentions of aftercare

in short, sakusa doesn’t like when you act out.

go to sleep by @paripedia​

warnings: none

sakusa + late nights.

it was never meant to be easy by @wickedgamesoyaoya

warnings: some angst, drinking in later chapters, past heartbreak, manipulation, toxic relationships, past kuroo x reader, some osamu x reader

y/n is bokuto’s childhood friend who doesn’t take anyone’s shit. what happens when she crosses paths with someone who is very much the opposite of her? will they match or will it be easier to walk away?

sakusa loves to please you by @jinkicake (one-shot)

warnings: oral (f receiving)

sakusa gives you head for the first time.

pegging sakura by @sunnyshoyou (one-shot)

warnings: pegging, dirty talk, degradation

clean by @jackrrabbit (one-shot)

warnings: masturbation (m)

sakusa can’t stop thinking about you in the shower

a quiet sort of love by @watevermelon (one shot)

warnings: none

manager to the fukurōdani volleyball club, there was no doubt that itachiyama’s sakusa kiyoomi was a strong ace. he brought your team to their knees on multiple occasions, but what you were not expecting was getting to know the nationally acclaimed spiker beyond just the titles and labels.

pose by @sbspice (one-shot)

warnings: 18+, sexual tension, sakusa being sakusa, he’s mean>:(, lingerie, clothed sex, degradation, no foreplay, size kink, creampie, explicit photos, dacryphilia, manager!reader, cameo of the msby boys

headcanons

fancy dinner date!! (ft kageyama tobio & akaashi keiji) by @sckusa

haikyuu boys meet your parents for the first time!! by @sugawaraxo

daichi with an s/o who has big boobs by @miinaashido

thigh kisses by @miinaashido

kenma having a crush on the team manager by @miinaashido

creampie headcanons (ft ushijima, oikawa, atsumu, osamu, kageyama, akaashi) by @vinncent

kuroo's crush on the karasuno manager by @peach-pops

dominant s/o (ft. oikawa, suga, bokuto) by @hikyoo

thigh highs (ft. captains) by @ahega0princess

fwb!suna by @rintarous

open up - spit kink (ft. atsumu, ushiwaka, tendou) by @writingbakery

spell coconut (ft. akaashi, semi, tanaka, & ushijima) by  @jinkicake​

dry (ft. hinata, kageyama, & akaashi) by @kageyamasthighs 

post game (ft. sakusa kjyoomi) by @diem-my​

short gf wants a kiss (ft. suna, akaashi, & osamu) by @beccascribbles​

new ongoing series

sir pudding head by @softieshoto​ (kozume kenma)

warnings: none

kenma is a well known for his youtube channel and twitch streams for playing games and getting indie games out there. you are a huge fan so it’s normal for you to talk to other fan accounts about how cute kenma is right? it’s not like he is ever undercover or anything. sm!au

crush code by @the-broken-halo-writer​ (akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsuro)

warnings: jealousy, hints of underage drinking, sexual jokes, swearing

akaashi has had a crush on you from the moment he met you; the most he ever acted on those feelings was when he became your best friend. bokuto didn’t think it would have caused so much trouble to introduce you to kuroo. sm!au

idols by @bluberryparfait​ (semi eita)

warnings: some angst

in which semi falls in love with one of the members of a rookie girl group.

good girl by @dearkags​ (oikawa toru)

warnings: cursing, nsfw jokes, suggestive themes

with strict parents who expect nothing but perfect grades from their one and only daughter, y/n is also not allowed to have a boyfriend until she finishes her studies, and everyone at her school knows that. but what would happen, if the popular volleyball captain of her school sees her sneaking out with someone? sm!au

heather by  @kingkagss​ (kuroo tetsuro)

warnings: angst, unrequited love

you’ve liked him for three years and no matter what you do he never seems to look at you that way. then she arrives, and you have never felt more out of place.

playboy by @simp4satori​ (suna rintaro)

warnings: suggestive themes, drinking, swearing

nothings better than a post-breakup glow. it seemed like everything was going your way. you were done with boys after all the bs they put you through. love was the last thing on your mind—or at least that’s what you thought before you met pro volleyball player suna rintarō.

17 asterisks by @toorusushijima

warnings: cussing

you send 17 asterisks to your friends about the guy you’d date before kuroo tetsurou. they try and figure out who it is and once they do, all hell breaks loose.

[mtsm]

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Blurred Lines

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Iwaizumi Hajime × F!Reader

𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬: 1.5k+ words | slight angst, some fluff | lots of time skip

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your relationship with Iwaizumi Hajime is quite blurry. You've never broken up before he left to study overseas, but you weren't in a long distance relationship either. Then, he decided to return to Japan. 

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hi, @sckyie​! I’m your Secret Santa! (✿◕‿◕✿) I hope that you’ll like this one. I know this is far from the one you asked for, but I still hope that you’ll like it! Enjoy! 

Special note: Thank you for beta reading this one, @writeiolite​!!! It really made this one better. ✪ ω ✪

“I won’t apologize for making you stay behind today,” Iwaizumi began while the two of you were walking towards the main gate of Aoba Johsai. “Honestly, I wasn’t planning to stay behind either, but. . .” he sighs while scratching the back of his head. “. . . there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

The two of you stood next to each other while waiting for the traffic lights to turn red. There was a comforting silence between the two of you. Neither of you dared to say a word—more like you’d rather keep your lips sealed as you wait for him to say what he’s been keeping for so long.

For almost two minutes of silence, you suddenly felt his warm hand holding yours. His hands were bigger than yours, but as you properly intertwined your fingers with each other. You know that your relationship with Aoba Johsai’s ace is about to change.

At least, that’s what you both thought until he received the acceptance letter from California. It turned out that a long distance relationship is harder than you two had expected.

Iwaizumi was hesitant when you two were discussing whether you should stay in a relationship or if you should take some time off. But a few months later, you two just lost that spark.

That was years ago.

And this is now.

❧

“Technically speaking, you two are still in a relationship, right?” Oikawa began while looking at his best friend who’s busy rummaging the contents of his drawers. “I mean, neither of you deleted the photos you’ve shared online nor removed that in a relationship status. So, I assume that you’re still together.”

“Maybe? Maybe not?” he briefly replied. Iwaizumi sighs heavily before turning to his small table where he left his phone. “Fuck. I don’t think I have the right clothes to wear tomorrow. What should I wear?”

“You should wear the jeans you bought before coming home.” Oikawa cheekily raised his eyebrows while grinning. “Y/N-chan would definitely love to see you in those jeans.”

Iwaizumi’s eyebrows furrowed as he glared at his best friend. “Y/N’s not like you, Shittykawa.”

“I’m hurt,” Oikawa replied. “I’m pretty sure she’ll like to see you wear anything. . . but she’ll probably love it if you’re not wearing anything.”

“That’s it!” Iwaizumi’s voice rose before reaching for his phone to end the phone call. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” he added in a threatening way.

“Iwa-chan, wait! You’ll pick up Makki tomorrow, okay?” Oikawa reminded him. “Y/N’s still trying to get her driver’s license.”

“Okay. Later.”

Iwaizumi threw his phone on his bed before rubbing his face with his hands in frustration. “What should I wear?”

❧

“Hi.”

One word and a charming smile.

It’s been five years since he moved to California to study and yet Iwaizumi Hajime still has that same effect on you. You were hoping that you’d be able to get over him, but to no avail, your feelings towards him still lingered over the years.

How would you be able to get over him when he’s still the same gentle person you met in high school? How could you possibly erase all of the memories you shared with him before he left?

“H-Hi,” you stuttered as you stood a few feet away from him, wearing the clothes you’ve chosen from last night. Choosing the best clothes to wear for that day wasn’t an easy feat. Not when you’re going to be inside the same car with the man who owned your heart for years. “It’s been a while.”

Hajime nodded his head in agreement. “I know,” he says before looking into your eyes. For a moment, you noticed how his eyes soften. Then, he cleared his throat. “Uh. . . Shall we. . .” he pursed his lips. “. . .shall we go?” he asked after composing himself.

“O-Oh. . . Yeah. . . Sure.”

He suddenly offered you his hand. You stare at it in confusion. Are you supposed to hold his hand? What if that’s not what he meant? Will you take the risk of embarrassing yourself in front of your crush? Probably.

“Uh. . .”

“L-Let me carry your bag.”

Oh.

“Thank you,” you said as you forced a smile. You took the backpack strap off of your shoulders before handing it to him. Iwaizumi opened the car’s door for you to climb into the passenger seat.

Too afraid that you’d end up squeaking your response, you chose to purse your lips before smiling at him. Your blood rushed to your face as soon as he shut the door. You discreetly fan your face with your hand in an attempt to cool down your face.

(While he walked towards the driver’s seat, Iwaizumi rubbed his neck. Uncertain of how to react once the two of you are inside the car.)

You immediately composed yourself as soon as he opened the door and settled in the driver’s seat. As much as you wanted to appreciate the physical changes in his body, you chose not to.

“All set?” he asked. You nodded your head as you squeak a ‘yes’ before covering your lips. Iwaizumi chuckled before driving away from your place.

❧

After three and a half hours of listening to an old playlist that you two had created years ago, you’ve arrived at the rest stop near Miyagi. It was nostalgic, but, at the same time, it was also heartbreaking.

You leaned against the window and tried to keep yourself distracted by the cars passing next to you, but it wasn’t working.

Not when it’s quite a challenge to not look at him. The black sweater he wore accentuated his well-built body. Especially his biceps.

Oh, his biceps. His delectable biceps.

“So. . . how have you been?”

Your gaze shifted from his arms to his face. You immediately noticed the playful smile on his lips as if he knew what you were doing moments ago.

“I’m fine. . . uh. . . I recently joined the Schweiden Adlers’ team and met Tobio there. Oh, Toshi’s there too.” Then you giggled. “I remember telling Oikawa about it, but instead of congratulating me for getting that job, he told me that I was betraying him.”

“That’s Shittykawa for you,” he replied.

“How about you? I-uh. . . haven’t heard much about you since. . . then.”

Iwaizumi pursed his lips before sighing. “I’m still me,” he briefly said before clearing his throat. “I’m back for good.”

You glanced his way and caught him looking at you. “T-That’s. . . That’s amazing. . . great.”

You look away from him before wiping the tears from your eyes. It was difficult to put your feelings into words after hearing that news from him.

You were happy to know that he’ll be back for good. But. . .  there was also that fear of the unknown. You couldn’t help but wonder where you’ll be in his life from then on.

You’ve never broken up.

At least, that’s what you believe in for years. The two of you became too busy building your personal lives and careers that you two lost contact with each other. But now that he’s back. . . would he formally end what you two have? Had?

“Y/N. . .” he sighed. “. . . there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

The moment has come. The moment you’ve been dreading to come.

“Are we still together?”

“I’m not sure.” You faced him with glassy eyes. “Are we?”

Iwaizumi remained silent as he parked the car in an empty space. You wiped the tears from your eyes and unfastened your seatbelt.

You stormed out of the car and made your way towards the establishment. You couldn’t stand the silence between the two of you. You couldn’t accept the possibility of him formally ending what you have. . . had.

“Y/N.”

“Give me some space.”

“Listen to me!” Iwaizumi grabbed you by your wrist, forcing you to stop in your tracks. You looked at him with your bloodshot eyes. “Listen to me,” he repeated softly.

His hand cupped your cheeks. “For years, it’s always been you. It will always be you.” He gently rests his forehead against yours. “And I chose to come back here because of you.”

“What?” you asked with a shaky voice.

He pressed his lips against your forehead before pulling away. “I love you, Y/N. Always.”

At that moment, the tears you’ve been trying to hold back began to cascade your cheeks. “Why didn’t you say so immediately?” you asked while nuzzling your face against his chest.

Iwaizumi chuckled as he pulled you closer to him. “I’m sorry,” he said before kissing your forehead.

The warmth he gave you on that cold winter day remains up until today—years after that cringe-y stunt you two had pulled off in front of a souvenir shop.

❧

Extra:

“Oi, Oikawa. Are you sure he’ll pick me up here? I’ve been waiting for hours, you know?” Hiro asked while sitting on the bench near the spot where they’d agreed to pick him up.

“I don’t—Oh.” Oikawa clears his throat before chuckling nervously. “They just arrived here.”