#Saeko Tanaka x reader

[snail-squasher]

Girl Crush

'I don't get no sleep, I don't get no peace, Thinking about her, Under your bed sheet'

-Little Big Town

Word ct. - 289

warnings - fem! reader (she/her), sm fluff you'll get a cavity, some characters might be oc-ish

‘This is stupid,’ is the only thing that's been repeating in her head for the past 3 minutes. Holding chocolates and a note in one hand, the other gripping onto the stems of flowers while hiding around a corner. She was planning on dropping them in your locker. You shouldn't be here yet, you're supposed to be in class - not with this guy, and trying to confess of all things. “I like you - like really like you.” She's gonna be sick. The feeling of jealousy and stupidity set in. ‘Of course she doesn’t like girls! What were you thinking?! You’re so stupid.’ “Okay, that's good, try to sound a little less, well… desperate?” Now she's wanting to go up to this guy and beat some sense into him for taking your confession like that. “But I am desperate! I don’t know if she even likes girls.” Wait. “Well you’ll never know if you don’t say anything! That’s why we’re practicing, okay?” She hears a soft sigh from you, “Fine. One more try.” She’s peeking around the corner this time watching the rehearsal - you, back a little more up right then usual, and him, slouching like this is a regular occurrence. “Hey, (--), I was wondering if you’d like to go out sometime, I really like you.” Everything stops. You said her name. Not the guy standing across from you, not the girl you sit a little too close to in english, but her name. She has no control over her legs now, they’re taking long strides in your direction, she tries to stop or at least slow down to get her thoughts in order, but then her mouth starts going. “I’d love to go with you, and these are for you.” 

-jjk; Shoko, Uraume, Yuki Tsukumo, Maki Zenin,

-hq; Kiyoko, Yuki Shirafuku, Saeko, Kanoka

Let me know if you want me to write more for these characters or one-shots like this!!! First time I've done this, pointers + advice are welcome!!! Love you guys MWUAH!!!!

[box-of-roses]

•*•*• Starring *•*•*

Daichi Sawamura

Breakup- you and Daichi break up (angst)

When they want to be babied- you take care of your boys (fluff)

Caught Bread Handed - Daichi catches his kleptomaniac s/o stealing (fluff)

Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)

Dolled Up -How the captains react to you getting all dressed up for their games (fluff)

Sugawara Koshi

Play Rehearsal- You get to be the lead in your school play but the other lead gets into an accident. Luckily, Suga is there to step in and resolve not only the play but your romantic tension too. (fluff)

When they want to be babied- you take care of your boys (fluff)

Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)

Dolled Up -How the setters react to you getting all dressed up for their games (fluff)

Asahi Azumane

It must be bunnies- you have a holland lop bunny and this is their reaction (fluff)

Kiyoko Shimizu

Crush-You gain a crush on your longtime friend and after many failed attempts at getting rid of it you finally tell her.

Nishinoya Yu

Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)

Flustered -he can't handle himself when you flirt back with him (fluff)

Tanaka Ryunosuke

Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff)

Tsukishima Kei

It must be bunnies- you have a holland lop bunny and this is their reaction (fluff) Chapstick- What chapstick I think different Haikyuu characters would use (fluff)

Kageyama Tobio

It must be bunnies- you have a holland lop bunny and this is their reaction (fluff) Chapstick- What chapstick I think different Haikyuu characters would use (fluff)

Dolled Up -How the setters react to you getting all dressed up for their games (fluff)

Hinata Shoyo

Would You Fight for Me? -how they would react to having an intimidating goth s/o (fluff) Chapstick- What chapstick I think different Haikyuu characters would use (fluff)

Yachi Hitoka

Girls-After running into a girl on her way to the club room Yachi has a crisis. After much encouragement from Hinata and Kiyoko she finds the pretty girl and asks her on a date

Saeko Tanaka

Casual-You ended your fwb relationship and go to a bar to mourn the loss of the friendship. You meet a pretty bartender who listens to your woes and offers you solace. After the bar closes she takes you to her house and you watch movies as she comforts you.

Masterlist

Rules

[toomanygoldfish]

Saeko is the person to go to when you have any kind of drama because she is extremely good at being understanding but also holding people accountable

[osita-iza]

Day 5: Saeko + thigh riding

tags: thigh riding, public sex (nightclub), characters drink alcohol, strangers to lovers, gn! fem bodied! reader, saeko could shoot a man and still i would listen to her

(meant to post yesterday whoops)

saeko spots you at a club and knows she has to have you

“Can I buy you a drink?” a woman’s voice asked next to your ear. 

    You jumped at the noise and looked over at her. Her eyes moved up and down your body for a moment, and her smirk only grew larger the more she stared at you. “No thanks, you can get a dance though,” you smiled. 

             “Oh, really?” she said. You nodded, grabbing her hand and putting it on your hip. At your eagerness, she pulled your back flush against her chest. You snaked your arm up to the back of her neck. Her lips ghosted across your skin as she spoke. “The name’s Saeko,” 

    You gave her your name, swaying your hips to the music. It was a fun game to pretend that you couldn’t feel her stare on you as she looked over your shoulder. Saeko’s hand ran along the waistline of your pants. A thumb slipped under the fabric for just a moment, and you rolled your eyes at her smirk. You pushed your head farther back to look at her profile. 

    “My eyes are up here, ya know?” you teased. 

    Saeko bit her lip for a moment before leaning her face towards yours. “Trust me, I’m doing good with the view I’m looking at,” she said. 

You groaned with a smile. She grabbed your hand and twisted you around to fully face her. Her hand cupped your face to connect your lips; you squeaked as her other hand squeezed your butt. You smiled at her. “Really pushing your luck, huh?” 

“Maybe I should push it more,” she quipped back. 

With a slight pull on her hair, you responded, “Yeah, I think you should,” 

Her eyes darkened before she kissed you. You tightened your grip on her as the kiss deepend. You slipped a hand under her shirt, feeling her skin against yours for a moment. Saeko sighed against you, and you pulled your hand away. “Tease,” she grumbled.

“I don’t know the meaning of the word.” You shrugged at her. 

Saeko leaned down to press kisses down her neck. You tensed up against her, and she gripped your hip to keep you close. “Unfortunately for you, I can be an even bigger tease,” she whispered against your ear. 

Your grip on her shirt tightened as her hand slid even lower. It drifted across your inner thigh, and she squeezed lightly. You realized she was staring at your face as her thumb ghosted over the seam of your pants. She smirked at you before she pushed your body away, holding your hand so you didn’t drift too far away. “Let me treat you to that drink,” she called out, leading you to the bar. 

You blinked for a moment before blindly following her. Honestly, there was very little she could ask for that you wouldn’t give in to at this moment. Saeko swung her arm around your shoulder at the bar seat. She used this to pull you so you were practically on her lap as she sipped at her drink. 

The pair of you talked through the music the club played. Saeko’s hand traveled across your body as the music continued. She smirked as you pouted. Song after song playing as she did the same across your skin. 

Finally, her hand reached out to grab your chin and angle your head to look at her. “What happened to that cute smile, baby?” 

You bit your lip. “Why don’t we go somewhere… more private?” 

Saeko chuckled at your response. “Let’s go have one more dance, okay?” 

You groaned as she pulled on your hand back out. You rolled your eyes as you made your way into the crowd. The last thing you wanted was to be surrounded by bodies of strangers; all you wanted was to be surrounded by one stranger’s body. 

She pulled yet another squeak out of you as she pulled you away back to the fringe of the dancing group. You furrowed your eyebrows at her as she pushed you against a wall. Her palm pressed against it by your head, and all you could see was Saeko. She smirked at you as she looked you up and down once more. 

“Let’s dance here,” she said. Before you could guess what she meant, she pressed her leg in between your own. Saeko gripped your hips to pull you forward onto her thigh, leaning more into you. She breathed against your ear for just a moment. “Let’s make a deal,” she whispered before using her grip to put more pressure on her thigh. 

You gasped as the seam of your pants caught on your clit. “What?” 

She continued. “You cum like this- on my thigh without me even touching you- and I’ll you back to my apartment to give you what you really want,” she drawled out. 

You nodded along as she dug her nails into your hips. Back and forth you went on her thigh. “No no no,” she groaned into your ear, “I wanna hear it,” 

“But-” 

“The music’s loud enough,” she promised before attaching her lips to your neck. 

This was a bad idea; you knew that. You guys weren’t covered or isolated in the slightest. However, the strobing colored lights, pounding music, and energetic crowd served a s a sort of camouflage. Besides, no matter how much you tried to rationalize the reasons why it was a bad idea, every time she dragged you over your thigh you knew you were done. 

“Please, Saeko,” you begged, “Please don’t stop,” 

She left a small bite as you gave in. “You’re doing so good for me.” Her honey-laced words sunk into you, and you moaned again. At this point, all you could process was Saeko. Her hands digging into the meat of your hips, her voice praising you, or the way she flexed her thigh to put more pressure right where you needed it. 

You threw your head back, mumbling incoherently to Saeko. She chuckled at you, and you vaguely processed that she had pulled her head away to stare at your face. “I’m close, I’m close, I’m cl-” You babbled out. 

“It’s okay, baby,” she said, kissing you quickly and pulling away when you tried to follow her, “Cum for me. Show everyone how well I know your body,” 

You groaned again and dropped your head into her shoulder as you came. She pushed at your hips a couple more times before finally letting you rest on her thigh. You panted for a moment as your limbs returned from their jelly state. 

“Wanna go to my apartment?” Saeko quipped. 

“It was just supposed to be a dance,” you laughed. 

“Is that a no?” 

“Take me to your goddamn apartment now.”

[merokado]

CHRONICALLY ONLINE!

hey, you've reached suna. leave a message at the beep.

after a week straight of being holed up in the dorm working on your finals, with an annoyingly noisy next-door neighbor at that, you're finally out at a party. with the stress of piling assignments, deadly deadlines, and an infuriating neighbor who you've endlessly tried to confront but somehow have never seen the face of — it was time to get drunk. usually, the more alcohol you drink, the more single you feel; you're blackout drunk. now flirting with the guy you've been eyeing the whole night, everything's going well. but why does his voice sound so familiar?

pairing: suna rintarou x f!reader

status: ongoing (started may 31, 2024)

genre: 18+ romance, smau + written

tags: social media au, college au, strangers to lovers, neighbors to lovers (???), crack, fluff, angst, smut if i feel like it

warnings: swearing, alcohol, drug use (marijuana), suggestive and sexual themes

taglist is open! comment to be tagged :)

profiles:

art students (and atsumu) | Freaky Singles Looking For Love (18+)

teasers:

semi's gig | where's bo taking us this time?

the setup.

01. hashtag pregame

02. a breath of fresh...vodka

03. that was me last night?

04. regrets, regrets, and more regrets

05. a user wants to send you a message

06. that was you the other night?

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09.

10.

the confrontation.

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14.

15.

☆ mera's mail ! hey divas this is my first actual smau (but i've always wanted to make one lol!) i've regressed into my 2020-2022 haikyuu phase and i've been trying to look for smaus to no avail ... so i decided to make my own instead because i'm self-indulgent like that. ALSO the cover photo for this took me an egregious amount of time because i had to start over so i hope y'all like it. recommend some series' you think i'd enjoy! you can send me questions, suggestions, etc. in my ask too. i am also very open to moots mwahahah

[cloudzoro]

cw: smut

“Please”, you whimper as she pushes her fingers into you. She's been edging you for ages, working you up to an orgasm and stopping before you finally cum, leaving you a shaking, frustrated mess.

“You'll cum; you just gotta prove you deserve it,” she says, leaning down to kiss you. She's a messy kisser, sucking your tongue into her mouth. She pulls away and spits into your open mouth. “Atta girl”, she praises when you swallow. Her thumb presses against your clit as she continues to finger you. The pads of her fingers are rough from years of work, and they feel so good pressing against your walls. You're quickly approaching another orgasm, and you don't tell her in hopes she'll just let you cum. Unfortunately for you, she can feel the way your pussy squeezes her fingers, and she pulls them out. You let out a pathetic whimper, and she softens slightly. “I'll let you cum. I just want you to do it while I rub myself against your pretty pussy” she says.

She manhandles you into a scissoring position and raises your hips as much as she can. She moves herself between your legs so she can rub her clit against yours. She gives a testing roll of her hips, and the friction feels so good that you can't help but move hips along with her.

“Fuck, keep doing that,” she says, putting more force into her movements. Having been denied already, you're close. You're struggling to keep up your movements, so she holds you in place, grinding down on you. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You shake and writhe in her grasp as she continues to rock her hips, making herself cum. It's a sticky mess of cum and sweat, but she wouldn't have it any other way. When you're both in the afterglow of your orgasm, she lays down with her head on your chest. Her hand comes up to feel your heartbeat for a second before squeezing and playing with your boobs. She's insatiable, and her time with you is a very small pocket of peace that doesn't get to relish as much as she'd like. She looks up at you, gaze just as intense and lustful as it had been earlier. “Round two?”

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Nami, Reiju Vinsmoke, Yuki Tsukumo, Revy Lee, Olivier Armstrong, Yoruichi Shihouin, Saeko Tanaka

[dira333]

Current Friend, Future Husband? - Tenma Udai/Little Giant x Reader

whoops, my finger slipped... Words: 5k

Enjoy this reluctant Friends to Lovers/He falls first with the Little Giant from Karasuno.

created as a fanfic gift exchange for @lees-chaotic-brain

tagging: @mariaace @snail-squasher @yamaguchiwestad @respitable

- 6 -

“Tenma’s here,” your mom calls up from the kitchen.

The announcement is unnecessary because Tenma has yet to learn how to walk quietly, stomping up the stairs to your room.

His face is set in a scowl too, dark curls and dark eyes giving him quite an evil aura.

But you’ve known him long enough not to care about that.

“Grab a scarf,” you tell him as soon as he steps through the door, “I’m playing wedding.”

“Not again,” he groans, though does as he is told. The pink scarf he picks has hundreds of little coins sown to it, chiming as he wraps it around his shoulders and moves through the room.

“I’m a Djinn,” he exclaims, “I will curse you.”

“Djinn’s don’t curse people! They fulfill wishes,” you correct him.

“Fine,” he huffs, “What do you wish for?”

“I want Tenma to play the husband.”

“Not again!” He groans, throwing his hands in the air.

“You have to!” You declare, “Djinn’s always have to follow their master's wishes!”

He huffs and whines and begs but it’s no use. He plays the husband to your wife.

“Can we play outside now?” He asks as soon as you kiss his cheek and declare the marriage official. “Mom brought my ball.”

“Fine,” you decide to be nice today. “But don’t kick it too hard. I don’t like that.”

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- 8 -

“It’s so weird that you’ve got a boy as a best friend,” Asuka exclaims. Your small group of (girl)friends has gathered in your favorite spot, overlooking the garden and the big open space below. Tenma’s playing Ball with a group of boys and he’s easy to pick out, he’s always the smallest in any group.

“You think so?” You ask back, taking one of the strawberries Sango brought for lunch break today. “It’s not like I had a chance. Our mothers are best friends. He’s basically my annoying twin brother.”

“Do you think he’s cute?” Ryo asks, looking up from where she’s painting Tomoko’s nails.

You consider this for a moment, look down to where he’s running around, red-faced and panting. He’s not ugly, that much you can tell, but cute?

“I don’t think so,” you say, because it’s better than to admit that you don’t really know what cute really means for a guy. You think babies are cute, but that’s not the same thing, right?

“I think he’s cute,” Ryo admits easily now that she thinks she knows where you stand. “Can I ask him to be my boyfriend?”

“I mean you can ask,” you offer, feeling a little weird that she asks you in the first place, “but I don’t know what he’ll answer you. I bet he still thinks girls are gross.”

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- 10 -

“I think you’re getting a little too old to be sharing a bathtub,” your mother announces after Tenma has left.

“We weren’t sharing,” you explain, drying your hair. “We were playing that he was my magical shapeshifting dog but he rolled around in a mountain of dragon poop and I had to give him a bath. He pulled me in when I was almost done washing him.”

Your mother sighs. “Aren’t you getting a little old for those stories too?”

You tense and she notices right away.

“Dear, I didn’t mean… if this is how you want to play, I’m totally fine with that. I was just wondering…”

“How else are we supposed to play?” You ask, unable to keep the agitation out of your voice. “Am I supposed to kiss him and hold hands like the other girls in my class are pretending to do? Or play Volleyball the whole day? Or just do our homework and study, study, study until we fall asleep? Or play video games that you don’t like because they make you dumb? How are we supposed to play?”

Your mother sighs again, lowers herself until she’s sitting crosslegged on the floor next to you.

“Come,” she says, opening her arms until you crawl into her like you used to do. “I’m sorry. I know, as your mother, I should say and do all the right things but that was pretty stupid of me. Can you forgive me?”

You nod and she pulls you in a little closer, kissing your damp hair. “Now tell me, what do you like to do? What’s fun?”

You lean into her, the familiar smell and warmth, and let yourself open up.

“When I come up with a story, Tenma always makes it bigger. Like today, when I said: Do you wanna play my dog, it was his idea that he could shapeshift. And that we’re living in a world that has dragons. And… and I was a maiden that had a tavern and there would be knights who came by to slay the dragons but the dragons are actually our friends… It’s like reading a book but you’re in it, you know? And he doesn’t ask about who I like and what I like and what I think is cute all the time. That’s so annoying.”

“You like hanging out with Tenma?”

“He’s okay,” you offer and she snorts. “If he ever gets on your nerves, you can tell me, okay? I know boys can be annoying too.”

“I can handle Tenma,” you tell her, knowing you’re right. “But can you, like, not allow me to go to Ryo’s sleepover next week? She’s so obsessed with boys and she always pranks someone during sleepover. I don’t want to wake up with my head shaved.”

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- 12 -

“Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

To say you’re surprised would be an understatement. 

It’s not that you don’t get chocolates and confessions, because you do, a lot actually even though you decline every time, but never from Tenma.

For a long second neither of you does or says anything and all you see of him is the back of his neck as he bows.

But then he pops up, a weird grin on his face.

“Got you!” He declares, opening the pack of chocolates and biting into it without a moment of hesitation. “Did you think that was real?”

“No,” you say even though that’s a lie, “Why did you do it?” 

He shrugs, offering you the chocolate. You take a bite as well, feeling a little smug that neither of you cares that it will be an “indirect kiss” as the girls call it. 

“Everyone thinks we’re dating,” he admits finally when he pulls the chocolate back again, “just wanted to see what you think about it.”

“It’s annoying,” you declare ad you should have watched his face a little closer because something like a shadow moves over it, but it’s gone before you can catch it. “You’re like my brother.”

“Yeah,” he says, but it sounds a little weak for someone as headstrong as Tenma.

You don’t wanna think about it though, so you poke his shoulder. “Where did you get the chocolate?”

“Someone confessed to me. I said no but I kept the chocolate because they thought I was dating you and still confessed. That’s stupid.”

“Mhm,” you don’t ask for a name. “Wanna stay and play a bit before we walk home?”

“Volleyball?” He asks, ears perking up. 

“Sure.”

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- 14 -

Neither of you is dating anyone. 

None of your girlfriends believes that you’re not into Tenma and you’ve given up on convincing them of the truth. You don’t really want to date anyone. You like solving puzzles and coming up with crazy ideas that Tenma can bend and fold into even crazier stories. You like going for a run with him in the morning because even though you hate waking up early it sets your mind at ease and you like going for a run with him in the evening because without it, you’ll be unable to sleep.

Sure, there are some good-looking boys in your class. But maybe you’ve spent too much time around Tenma, or boys in general, to find any appeal in them. 

They fart and they burp and they dig their dirty fingers into their noses and they refuse to shower even though they smell awful and sweaty. The number of times you’ve had to drag Tenma into the shower, turn it on, and hold him under the spray because you couldn’t allow him in your room otherwise and he wouldn’t go on his own is too high to admit at this point.

It helps a little that Tenma thinks the same of girls.

Not that the girls from your class are as disgusting as the boys. 

But they giggle too much and they always flutter their lashes at him which he thinks is a little creepy and they don’t listen to him when he talks about anything that isn’t their appearance.

“I like talking to you instead,” he admits and this is probably the highest praise he’s ever sung you, “you know what I’m talking about.”

And you know what he means because you always know what he means. It’s not that hard. Tenma likes stories, the crazier the better, and he likes volleyball. And food, but he’s picky with that, giving you his tomatoes and eating all your salmon even though you’d have wanted to eat that yourself. 

All the other girls in your class are talking about boyfriends and getting married and having a family and all you want to think about is solving riddles with Tenma or telling him a story so he doesn’t make you practice receives with him. 

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- 16 -

“Did you get your first kiss already?” Hisoka asks and you shake your head. Nothing sounds less appealing than tasting someone else’s spit.

“Don’t you and Tenma kiss?” She asks and you stare at her as if she’d said that Alien’s are real. 

“Why would we kiss?”

“You’re dating, aren’t you? Everyone says that you’re dating.”

“He’s like my brother,” you tell her. “We grew up together.”

“But you’re the manager of the Volleyball team too.”

“Yeah, because I like Volleyball.”

She huffs. “Okay, who do you like? I think Tsukishima is still single.”

Tsukishima, blond, tall, and universally liked, blushes like a strawberry. You glare at him for eavesdropping.

“I’m not interested in anyone,” you declare loudly. You hope that’s the end of it.

It isn’t.

.

“Hey, can you walk home without me? We’re going to prank the store owner down the street,” Tenma hands you his bag without waiting for an answer.

You walk home alone, grumbling to yourself about how you would have wanted to play along with the prank.

But it doesn’t matter.

After years of being an okay player, Karasuno’s trainer seems to have spotted something in Tenma that he didn’t even expect there himself.

Extra training. More time on the court. Recognition from others.

Soon enough you’re sidelined with Tsukishima and the others.

First-year managers are not allowed on the court during official matches. 

Is there anything worse than realizing that you’ve made a mistake? Putting all your faith in one friend only to realize they can drop you without a moment’s hesitation?

.

“Tenma’s here,” your mother calls out from the kitchen.

You’re not fast enough at sprinting toward your door. He slips into your room before you’ve managed to close it.

“Tsukishima told me you’re leaving the team?” He sounds out of breath. Did he run here?

“I’m just a manager, it’s not like the team will notice,” you scoff, pushing him off your bed. “Besides I’m taking up Advanced English, so I’ll have more time to study.”

“What? Are you going to turn boring now?”

“You’re boring!” You scream, surprised by the anger that’s spilling from your lips. It feels as if he’d stabbed you with that question and all the words are just the blood that’s spraying out of open wounds. “All you do is play volleyball and think you’re the greatest and it sucks!”

“You suck!” He yells back. “You’re just jealous I’m finally cool!”

“You’ll never be cool!” 

Tenma stomps his foot like a little kid before storming out of your room.

You can hear the front door slam shut all the way up to your room and if you crawl into your bed to cry right after that’s nobody’s business but yours.

And your mother’s, as it seems, because she appears at your doorstep just a few minutes later.

“Wanna tell me what that was all about?”

“No.”

“Hm, maybe not right now,” she offers at your tear-soaked voice, “but I expect an explanation until tomorrow evening, okay? Tenma’s family to me too. You know we can solve all fights with good communication.”

You don’t answer and she leaves you alone to wallow in your despair.

.

“Tenma wants to apologize,” Udai-san pushes him toward you. Your mother nudges you forward in much the same way.

“I don’t want you to be cool,” you say instead, the words prickly on your tongue. “I like you better when you’re not cool.”

Tenma’s eyes flutter around the room, arms crossed. Your mothers leave the room and you sink into the floor, annoyed and hurt and so many more things you can’t properly name.

“Do you really think I’m boring?” Your voice is much to vulnerable for your liking.

But it stills his nervous movement and he sinks onto the floor just like you, heavy and exhausted. You’ve never fought like this before. 

“I think you’re trying to be,” he offers quietly, “but I want to you to keep playing Volleyball with me.”

“I’m just a manager.”

“Yeah, but it feels like you’re playing with me. And… and you’ve always been the smart one, okay? Everyone’s always said: Tenma, you should be more like her. She’s so smart. Can’t she tutor you? No one ever told you to play Volleyball like me. No one ever told anyone to try to be like me until now.”

“I’ve always wanted to be as creative as you,” you offer and even though he wrinkles his nose you can tell he’s touched by that.

It feels like you’re standing at a crossroads. Whatever you decide or do or say next will change the trajectory of this friendship. You’re not ready for that. You doubt you’ll ever be. 

As long as there’s the safety of your past, you’ll always try to grasp it.

“Do you wanna play my dog?”

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- 18 -

You’re not sure if it’s the awful music, the crowd around you, the smell of sweat and food and spilled soda, or just everything all at once, but you don’t think College parties are for you.

You recall a balcony or backdoor to your left so you move that way, push against the wall of bodies with everything that you’ve got, panic already bubbling in your throat.

Someone grabs your hand just as you’re gasping for air and with a well-aimed push you’re through, cool air hugging you like a loved relative at a family dinner.

“You good?” Tenma’s squinting down at you. He’s grown a little during break, though you doubt he’ll ever be as tall as the other guys on his former Volleyball team.

“Yeah, thanks.”

His hand is still around yours, now pulling you down the path into the dark garden.

“Where are we going?”

“Dunno, getting some fresh air into you. Met anyone you like?”

“Yeah, the fridge.”

He snickers. “What about that girl from your business Class?”

“She’s trying to eat the face of some guy I don’t know.”

“Tsukishima?”

“Pretended he didn’t know me.”

“Aww, I’m wounded.”

“I bet you are. What about you? Any hot girls tried to talk to you?”

“About that,” he knocks his elbow into your side, “one of them tried to kiss me.”

“A hot girl tried to kiss you?” He nudges you again at your incredulous tone.

“Don’t act so surprised. I’m famous.”

“Bet you are,” you snicker. “But what happened? Did she realize you’re not a tall girl but a small guy and run away?”

“No,” his voice sounds weird now, but you can barely see his face in the dark, “I turned her down. Didn’t want my first kiss to happen at some party.”

“How do you want your first kiss to happen?”

“Ah,” you know he’s just shaking his head from left to right as he’s thinking, you don’t have to be able to see him for that, “Like this, you know? In the garden in the dark? That’s kinda romantic.”

“Should have brought someone else over here then.”

His hand lets go of yours.

“Right,” he says, voice weirdly tight.

“Shit, did I ruin the mood?” You ask, nudging your elbow into whatever you can reach, “I can get that hot girl for you. Just tell me what she looks like.”

“Do you wanna get KFC instead?” He must have turned his back to you. You don’t know what you said to derail this conversation, but it’s clear he doesn’t want to keep it up. 

“Sure,” you agree, “but you’re paying.”

.

- 20 -

Tenma has started growing his hair out.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t suit him.

You’d be a filthy, awful, terrible liar if you said you didn’t want to drag your hands through it all the damn time.

“You should cut your hair,” you tell him when you meet up for lunch, “You look like a homeless guy.”

“And you look like a sexy secretary,” he jokes, pulling you in and putting you in a headlock. It feels brotherly and it’s just what you need to get through this lunchdate that’s not a date.

Somewhere in between graduating Highschool and today Tenma’s gotten hot. 

Or maybe you’ve just finally gone through puberty, discovered all the hormone’s healthy teenage girls were supposed to have.

Last week you even sniffed his leather jacket when he was in the bathroom and you wished you could have put in on for a few minutes, but you feared he’d notice and how would you ever live that down?

“Did you get any feedback on that story you submitted?” You ask, trying not to overthink his comment. It’s probably meant as a loving insult, after all you’re not a secretary.

“Yes, actually, they told me they’re printing it.”

“No way,” you shut the menu again, “You’re joking, right?”

He grins. “You think I’m joking?”

“Not really, but I wanna make sure you’re being honest with me before I pay for your lunch.”

“You could let me pay and we call this a date,” he says and even though you catch yourself freezing up you can see on his face that he caught it.

“I was joking,” he tells you and if you’d be able to be honest, if you’d trust yourself not to ruin this, you’d tell him that his joking is the one thing that makes you still freeze up in fear.

After all, you don’t throw away a friendship of twenty years to a joke, right?

“I know,” you tell him pointedly, clearing your throat and opening the menu again. “Which means you’re paying for yourself.”

“Come on,” he whines, but his voice comes easy now, which means you can breathe again.

The moment is gone and somehow, you’re sure, you’ll survive the next one too.

.

“Can’t your girlfriend sleep in your room?” You can’t place the voice for a moment even though it sounds familiar.

“Not my girlfriend.” That’s Tenma. Who are they talking about?

“Well, if you keep having a girl over make sure she has a place to sleep that is not the living room. I need my space in the morning.”

“Sure, sure.” Tenma sounds like he’s not taking this seriously. 

You blink and wipe the drool from your face.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” Tenma’s face is so close now you can smell the toothpastey-freshness of his breath.

“What day is it?” You ask, feel your jaw crack as you yawn.

“Sunday,” he pulls you up with ease, “Let’s put some of my spare clothes on you before we meet up with our parents. Or did you bring something?”

You rub your eyes as you lean on him. He might have stopped playing Volleyball, but he hasn’t lost his muscles. 

The memories are slowly coming back to you. Going through his newest idea, a Manga this time. Reminiscing over old footage from his Karasuno days. Sharing one, two, maybe three beers as you giggle and swat away his hands on the Couch.

You can only hope you didn’t say or do anything embarrassing last night.

But this is Tenma. He’d let you know right away if you had.

.

It gets easier to live with your crush. 

Tenma never mentions any girl he’s seeing or points out who he thinks is cute.

He’s pretty good at keeping in contact even when he’s so lost in his creative mind that he forgets to eat.

And while your work is equally demanding, the hours there are more regular.

It’s not uncommon to find you in his kitchen after work, growing from putting ready-to-eat food onto plates to actually preparing home-cooked meals. They’re not awful and you think that’s the highest praise you can get.

Sometimes, when it’s so late you can forget about catching a train back home and Tenma’s so tired he sounds like he’s speaking a foreign language, you end up sleeping in the same bed.

If you drag your fingertips through his hair then, hear him mumbling softly under his breath as you fall asleep, that’s your secret to keep.

.

- 22 - 

Tenma’s a full-fledged Manga Artist now. 

You got your own promotion just a short month later and as he raises another glass on your good work, the question tumbles out of you before you can stop yourself.

“Do you want to move in together?”

His grip is suddenly too tight around his glass. You can tell because you’ve grown a bit too observant lately, always way too laser-focused on where he is and what he’s doing and how he’s smelling like, freshly-showered or cozily slept-in.

“You can say if it’s a stupid idea,” you ramble on, “I mean, I’m over at your place all the time anyway to make sure you’re eating enough. It would be weird though if one of us brought home a date, but like-”

“Sure,” Tenma clears his throat, “we could move in together.”

He deflects all further questions though, whether it should be closer to his work or closer to yours, how many rooms you’ll need, and if you’ll be able to get a cat, instead filling up your glass again and again.

Eventually, you walk home arm in arm, each of you trying to support the other.

It’s a hopeless case but that doesn’t mean you’ll stop trying.

.

“This was fun,” you say at the train station, debating if you’ll take the train home or find some excuse to stay at his place.

You turn your head, surprised to find him this close. His eyes are wide open, dark and beautiful. He’s always had the prettiest eyes.

You’re still debating their color - more of a dark brown or maybe black - when he leans further in.

You half expect him to headbutt you when instead, his lips touch yours.

The kiss is so soft, you think you’re imagining it, along with the sigh that follows it.

But you’ve always been a realist, digging your fingernails into the skin of your arm to prove yourself you’re not dreaming. It hurts.

“Tenma?” You ask, breathless and floating, “Did you mean to do that?”

His face turns pale, eyes wide like those times you’ve pushed him into a cold shower to sober him up.

“SHIT!” He pulls away so quickly that you stumble, lose your balance and fall flat onto your ass.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Tenma’s rubbing his face with his hands, up and down, up and down, and you’re left sitting there, backbone hurting, the world spinning in the wrong direction.

“Okay, shit, this…” He’s folding himself into a tiny version of himself, just across from you on the cold sidewalk, “I didn’t meant to do this, okay? I know you think of me as your brother, so we can just pretend this never happened, okay? I’m drunk. You’re drunk. We’re going to have forgotten about this tomorrow-”

“Tenma?” You interrupt him, your voice weirdly cloud-like. “Are you in love with me?”

He deflates like a balloon, there’s even a little whistling sound coming out of his mouth when he further shrinks into himself.

“Maybe?” He squeaks out. “It doesn’t have to mean anything, though-”

“I love you too.”

There. You’ve said it. You can’t take it back. Maybe you’ve misunderstood a lot of things tonight, you’ll for sure be able to blame the alcohol for it, but you don’t kiss people you don’t like, right? Especially not if you waited twenty-two years for that. 

Wait, did Tenma even wait that long? Is this even his first kiss like it’s yours?

“Why didn’t you say something?”

You blink, shaken out of your musings by the petulance in his voice.

“You didn’t ask.”

.

- 24 -

You’re not sure what wakes you, but his side of the bed is empty and cold.

You push yourself up with a groan, hiss when your feet touch the freezing ground. 

You don’t have to look long to find him, hair disheveled, eyes foggy.

“Hey,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders and rest your chin on top of his head, “I miss you.”

“Sorry,” he yawns, “I’ll be in bed in a minute.”

“You said that four hours ago,” you remind him, leaning further into him, “can you still see what you’re drawing?”

“If I lose this idea-” he starts before a loud, jaw-cracking yawn cuts through his sentence. 

You unwrap yourself to dig your thumbs into his shoulders, press a well-aimed kiss underneath his left ear.

“Come to bed,” you're not surprised when he follows you without another argument.

Last week one of your coworkers mentioned off-handedly that your boyfriend looks like a delinquent, all long hair and dark shadows, the hint of a stubble and a shirt he forgot to iron.

You weren’t meant to hear it, you’re sure, but you don’t care anyway.

He curls around you now, long limbs and warm hands, head resting heavy on your chest.

You drag your fingers through his hair, up and down and up and down, tell him about all the plans you have until you fall asleep along-side him.

-

“Look at you,” Saeko pulls you into a hug, “You’re practically glowing.”

You snort. “Don’t tell that to my mom. She’s started asking about grandchildren.”

“Yours too?” Akiteru jokes, turning from you to Tenma. “Are your parents united on the grandchildren front or are they more like ours?”

“No, no,” Tenma shakes his head, “My mom is just as insistent that we get started. Our mom’s are best friends for a reason.”

“And they never tried to set you up?” Saeko waves at someone across the streat before dragging you onto the seat next to her, “I smell a story.”

“I’m not sure my mom really cared about it as long as we stayed friends,” you think back. “But there was that time when she asked me to stop taking baths with you.”

Tenma’s face turns pink.

“I remember that time well.” He laughs along with the others, but your hand finds his under the table, squeezes tight.

You like to think that he fell first but you fell harder, but he disagrees.

If anything, he likes to say, I love you most.

“I say,” Saeko interrupts your thoughts, slinging an arm around you, “we play it like your parents. We just have to have babies around the same time and the rest will be history.”

“Don’t get ideas,” Akiteru says but you know him, he’s just as helpless against Saeko’s charm as you are.

“Not the worst idea she’s had,” Tenma whispers into your ear.

.

- 26 -

“Morning Udai-San,” Akaashi greets you.

“I told you to call me by my first name,” you tell him, laughing when he blushes a soft pink. “How’s it going, anyway?”

“Good. We’re actually on schedule, but I don’t want to jinx it.”

“Hmm, I get it.” You resist the urge to tousle his hair. “Is Tenma in his office?”

“Yes, I was just going to get coffee. You want some as well?”

“No, but thanks for asking. What are you getting for Tenma?”

“Two shots of espresso and extra sugar.”

“Make it one shot and I’ll make sure you get a promotion,” you wink and he winks back, slipping out of the office.

.

“Baby?” You ask, slipping through the door.

Tenma’s leaning heavily onto his desk, one hand playing with his hair as he thinks.

“Hmm?” He sits up, opens his arms to welcome you. “Hey, what brings you here?”

“I left Naoki with Saeko and Mi, they were playing so nicely.”

He smiles as you plant yourself on his lap, sink into him like you’re not much bigger than your toddler and not the grown woman you are.

“You good?” Tenma asks, rubbing a hand over your back. “You seem in your head today.”

“Yeah, I am, I just…” You sigh and turn your head to kiss his cheek. “I’m glad you stayed my friend.”

“Where’s that coming from?”

“I was thinking about how I don’t have that much patience. I don’t know if I’d kept crushing on you for as long as you kept crushing on me. What if you’d have given up? We wouldn’t have gotten together.”

He hooks his head over yours, wraps his arms a little more snuggly around you.

“Listen, I didn’t stay your friend because I was hoping you’d one day see me as more. I stayed your friend because I’d rather have you as my friend than nothing at all. After all you’re the best friend I ever had.”

“Even though I made you play my husband, my dog and my dragon?”

“Especially because of that.”

.

“Did you have fun playing with Mi?” Tenma asks your thirteen-month-old. 

The bathroom door is open and you can hear them splash around in the bathtub.

“Mi,” Naoki repeats with excitement.

“Yep, Mi. Now, can you say Dada too?”

“Mama.”

Tenma laughs, easy and carefree and you leave the dishes in the sink in favor of joining him.

After all, the dishes won’t run away, but those little moments with your family might.

[renalord]

༅ pairing: (seperately) suna, matsukawa, bokuto, iwaizumi, atsumu, tanaka, kiyoko, saeko, yachi x fem term!reader

༅ synopsis: they react to your ig post for the first time.

༅ warnings: fem terms used (as stated in pairings), cursing, mention of a gun, mention of death, spit in atsumu's, they love you.

༅ authors note: this was inspired by the lovely @/fuckytown! their work is great, go check them out! inspired by their "first impressions" post. also im back from my indefinitely long hiatus and this was my first post.. i cringed so hard.

© 2023 all rights belong to renalord on tumblr. thank you for reading. i hope you had a great time. reblogs are always appreciated.

[rintarousgirl]

haikyuu boys (and girls) on national gf day ! -- ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

characters: OIKAWA TOORU, SAEKO TANAKA, SUNA RINTAROU, YACHI HITOKA, TSUKISHIMA KEI, ALISA HAIBA, KUROO TETSURO, KIYOKO SHIMIZU.

a/n: i had an unneccesary amount of trouble with tsukishima and kiyoko. i gotta get used to writing for them fr </3 also, this was hastily put together for today, so please forgive me if some personalities are weird. hope you enjoy, and happy national gf day to all my sweethearts out there!

OIKAWA TOORU ♡

TANAKA SAEKO ♡

SUNA RINTAROU ♡

YACHI HITOKA ♡

TSUKISHIMA KEI ♡

ALISA HAIBA ♡

KUROO TETSURO ♡

KIYOKO SHIMIZU ♡

[milaisreading]

Kageyama twin!Yn and the nicknames she has for people (pt 2):

Ginjima- Husband #5

Alisa- Girl crush #1

Saeko- Girl crush #2

Tendou- He eats toothpaste unironically

Bokuto- He was dropped on his head once

Kunimi- The always tired guy

Kindaichi- The constipated guy(?)

Lev- Tall cat

Yaku- Small cat

Semi- Prince charming

Kenma- Gaming addict

Daishou- Some guy I used to know

[lizzy06]

OTHERS Haikyuu!! Fic Rec Masterlist (Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

supporting characters and team members not belonging in the masterlist are here :)

Ukai Keishin x Reader

Takeda Ittetsu x Reader

Tsukishima Akiteru

[box-of-roses]

Okay so I guess the writing bug like bit me or something

Who wants to be on a taglist for my pride stories? Just send me a message or comment here

Boyfriend (Alisa): Your boyfriend breaks up with you and your friends drag you to a party. Not happy to be there you bump into Alisa who makes the night worthwhile. (6/1)

Crush (Kiyoko): You gain a crush on your longtime friend and after many failed attempts at getting rid of it you finally tell her. (6/4)

Girls (Yachi): After running into a girl on her way to the club room Yachi has a crisis. After much encouragement from Hinata and Kiyoko she finds the pretty girl and asks her on a date (6/6)

Casual (Saeko): You ended your fwb relationship and go to a bar to mourn the loss of the friendship. You meet a pretty bartender who listens to your woes and offers you solace. After the bar closes she takes you to her house and you watch movies as she comforts you. (6/8)

I have more stories in the works but these are the only ones I'm sharing rn

[plutoccult]

literally what is wrong with this app fr because practically every time i post a new fic it doesn’t want to show up in the tags i use?? and if it does finally show up it takes HOURS?? no wonder i’ve seen so many people do tag tests lately tumblr is playing us fr!!

[toomanygoldfish]

Saeko had always loved dogs, so it was a shame when her parents would never get her one. When she finally moved out, she knew she didn’t have enough room for a puppy, but that didn’t stop her from wanting one with her entire being. 

So when she finally got into a relationship with someone she was overjoyed to find that they had a dog. She loved that dog like it was her own child. She made sure the puppy had the best food, toys, yard, and exercise ever. 

She would bow to the whims of that dog. Until she and that person broke up. She had been with that dog for over 3 years. She knew that she was more responsible for the dog that her ex ever was. 

So she asked for the dog. And the ex said yes. Saeko was so surprised that they gave the dog to her the first time she asked, that she actually didn’t have anything set up for him. 

That’s where you come in, an online school student who had just inherited a house too big for only you. So you do the only sensible thing, get a roommate. You had posted that ad on early Saturday morning, and were ready to meet new tenets on Monday. 

The first two tenets that you met at a coffee shop were shady, one had a smoker's rasp to their voice, and a cigarette in their hand, even though you had specifically said no smoking. The other one’s eyes kept wandering lower and lower until you finally got fed up and told him to leave. 

You take a minute after you had met with that last tenant (who had started talking about how he would eventually buy the house from under you) to hit your head on the table and leave it there, relishing in the cold against your warm forehead. 

“Hello?” A voice jolted you up from your moment of peace. You glance up and blink at the woman. Oh, you think, this must be the final person. You stand up to greet her. You look at her, she didn’t have much with her, but what she did have with her was a beautiful black lab. 

You clear your throat “Hi, my name is [Name], are you here for the roommate ad?” Your voice was flat from dealing with stupid people throughout the day. 

“Yup! That’s me!,” she bows, and you bow back. “My name is Tanaka Saeko” You straighten up and gesture for her to take a seat across from you. 

The talk went well and you were planning to help her move in on Wednesday. And so what if you were slightly more interested in her than you let on. That was for you and the dog to know. 

[merokado]

[chronically online] teaser: where's bo taking us this time?

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☆ fun facts !

bo is a himbo but he's smart in his own ways LMFAO

samu and bo are the only #auto-capitalization typers because that's how i see them

the flower suna's holding in the photo was for his mom! heheh

☆ mera's mail ! i'm continuing this tomorrow lawl it's 2:16 am .... profiles next (weird order, i know </3)

taglist: open !

[cloudzoro]

She presses against you in the booth making as clear as possible to everyone within range that you belong to her. Everyone can see her leaning into you, pressing soft kisses against you neck and whispering in your ear but what they can't see is the way her fingers slide in and out of your cunt under the table. She's made sure you've only had one drink and from the outside perspective of your other friends at the bar with you it just looks like she's taking care of you.

You're getting close to an orgasm and you're not sure how much longer you can hide it. You turn to your right only to see she's already watching you. The look on her face isn't smug, she just looks pleased. She studies your face as you get closer to cumming and then right when you're about to cum and make a scene in front of everyone she pulls her fingers from your messy pussy and you whine, leaning into her shoulder.

She subtly licks her fingers and the people sitting next her just assume she's spilt her drink over her hand.

"are you okay?" one of your friends asks, noticing you panting into your girlfriend's shoulder.

"she's fine, just tired. I should probably take her home" she answers for you, slipping from the booth and pulling you out of the bar with her.

___

Robin Nico, Nami, Misa Amane, Saeko Tanaka, Revy Lee, Shoko Ieiri, Lust, Faye Valentine