#haikyu!! drafts

[keiscorner]

2:53 am

"kei." no response. you know tsukishima has to get up early for work, but the window across from your bed is open, allowing the night breeze to creep in and sting your face. you could get up yourself, but that's what husbands are for, right?

you twist around, trying to wiggle out of your husband's grasp so you can take a better look at his sleeping face. he has an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the other supporting your neck to, in his words, 'protect his ears from your constant complaints about your sore neck in the morning'.

"honey?" you poke his cheek, smiling to yourself when he grunts in response. tsukishima has always been a light sleeper. you lay in silence for a few seconds before he finally lets out a sigh, opening his eyes to look at you.

"what do you want?"

you muster up your biggest doe eyes, knowing that he hates getting out of bed just as much as you do. "close the window for me?"

"no. you do it."

you sigh dramatically, gesturing at his arms wrapped firmly around you. "i would love to, but someone is holding me hostage, so i think you're going to have to do it."

tsukishima rolls his eyes, untangling his arms from your body. "problem solved." he holds back a smile when you frown and pull the blankets away from him, turning your back towards him. you're so cute. tsukishima would do anything you ask of him without hesitation, but he can't help but tease you a bit first. he'll never get tired of your reactions, and he loves that he can be a little snarky with you.

you sigh again, this time louder and more pointed, pretending to shiver just to show your husband how cold you really are, and how cruel he is for not helping. "if only someone could hold me right now...", you trailed off.

"ok, do you want me to help you or not?" he finally gives in, getting up to reach for his glasses. you win, as usual. you turn back to face him again with a smile as bright as sunshine, and despite all of the years you've been together, his heart still stops for a second. wow. okay, maybe he is obsessed with you, but he can't help it. you've clearly worked your magic on him, considering the fact that he's getting out of the bed for you when he has to be awake in a few hours. he goes to close the windows with a firm click, walking back to his side of bed.

"kei...since you're already up...", he looks back to see your guilty smile, an empty mug in your hands. "please? last thing, i swear." he give you a look that reads, "you're lucky i love you." (you know you're the luckiest person in the world.)

he takes your mug and you hear his quiet footsteps making their way to the kitchen. he comes back, handing you a mug full of warm water. once you take a sip, he takes the mug from you again, placing it on your nightstand.

"i poisoned that," he quips, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before finally lying down and snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. the only reason he hates getting out of bed is that he has to let go of you, but he doesn't need to say that. he's sure you already know.

[shigarosie]

"Move the phone Tsuki," you whimper. "Can't see you face."

"Sorry," he mutters, moving the phone slightly off to the side but still pointed at you. "Trying to keep you in frame."

"This is so embarrassing," you whine, shoving your hands up over your face.

"Shut up," he says. There's no real malice behind it, just subtle annoyance. "And move your hands. You look hot."

"Promise?"

"Yeah. Why d'you think I wanted to film you, huh?"

Another whimper slips past your lips and you try to forget the camera pointed at your face, zoning in on Tsukishima's cock stroking in and out of you. It's casual, practiced, second nature at this point. He's not fucking you hard, that would make the video shaky. But it was good. Comfortable. He knew you, inside and out. You've spent every single night together for the past year and a half that you've lived together, but soon the streak would be broken as Tsuki would be traveling overseas for an archeology conference. Hence his request for a video- a request you suspect he'd been searching for an excuse to make for some time.

"Fucking pretty," he mumbles, his gaze flickering back and forth from screen to face. "Gonna miss making you make those faces while I'm gone."

"How am I gonna cum when you're gone?" You ask sincerely, a pout forming at the mere thought. "My fingers aren't the same as yours. My toys don't feel like you."

"Fuck," he whispers, taking a moment to adjust his hips before he starts fucking you at a different angle. It makes you squeal a bit, reaching out and grasping for his forearm as it grips one of your thighs. "You can't cum without me? Huh? You need my cock?"

"Yeah," you gasp, forgetting all about the camera pointed at you. He's been teasing you this whole time, avoiding the spot inside you that really gets you to the edge. "Need it so bad. Think about it all the time- fuck, Tsuki, just like that!"

"Gonna cum? Make it pretty for me baby, you know I'm gonna watch this over and over when I'm gone."

Tsuki keeps up the pace you like, giving you what you want to see satisfaction across your features. His pelvis grinds against you with every thrust, pressing against your clit and coating himself in your slick.

You don't have to try very hard to give him what he likes; a gasp and a whine as you look him in the eyes while you cum. He moves his phone so the camera's just under his eyes, so that when he watches it back later it still feels like you're making eye contact with him.

"Fuck, Keiiii," you squeal, riding out the pleasure as it pulses through you. Your pussy clenches around him, squeezing and relaxing with the throbbing of your orgasm.

"Fuck," Tsuki breathes. "Fuck, feels so good- god, she's creaming."

A couple more thrusts and a couple more grunts and he's soon following suit, cumming inside of you.

"Look how pretty she is with my cum leaking out." He moves his phone down to get a close up as he sloooowly pulls out. When you whimper at the loss he sticks two fingers inside, massaging your walls and letting the milky white cream trickle down his hand. He ends the video after withdrawing those two fingers and pushing them past your lips for you to clean up, sweetness in your eyes as the stare directly into the camera.

"That was fucking hot," he sighs. "Won't be as good as the real thing, but at least I'll have the next best."

You lean up and kiss him, nibbling at his bottom lip.

"I'm gonna miss you, too," you pout. You reach over to the nightstand, grabbing your phone off the charger. "Now," you say, rolling him over onto his back and climbing on top, "it's my turn to get something to remember you by."

[makkir0ll]

you finally turn in your essay you breathe a sigh of relief. but that feeling is soon gone when you check the time and see that it's 11 pm.

you look at the windows nearby and see that it's pitch black, and you check your surroundings and there are very few people left. it's finals season and the library is no stranger for students to be pulling all-nighters trying to study or turn in their projects at the last minute.

you close your laptop and pack up your stuff and go to head out when you look outside the door and you see a weird man outside, smoking something that smelt absolutely disgusting. you felt a pit of anxiety grow in your stomach because this is the only way out and any of the other exits would sound the emergency alarm. you take deep breath and decide to walk out (dumbest decision ever) and you're hit with a "hey there pretty girl, what are you doing here?" from the creep and you immediately run back into the library.

you open your contacts and go to the one labeled tobio❤️ and click on it, calling him. you knew he was probably sleeping, but you didn't really want to sleep at the library.

he picks up "hello?" his voice is groggy and laced with sleep. you start to feel bad knowing you woke him up.

"tobio?" you start. "hey i'm sorry for waking you up but there's this creep outside the library and i just-"

"i'm on my way." he cuts you off. you hear some shuffling in the background. "give me like ten minutes and i'll be there". his house is a thirty minute walk from the university library. "just wait inside okay? don't worry."

"it's okay tobio you can take your time. i'll be waiting. i love you"

"i love you too." and he hangs up. you put your phone back into your pocket and you can't help the guilty feeling that begins to swirl in the pit of your stomach. you know he has a busy schedule with balancing volleyball and school and you soon begin to regret your decision. but there was no stopping him he was probably halfway to the library by now.

you're sitting on one of the armchairs with your phone in your hand, mindlessy scrolling on social media when you feel a hand on your head, you look up and see your dark hair boyfriend. he seems out of breath and his hair a mess. he's still in pajamas, you can tell because he's wearing a stained hoodie underneath his puffer.

"lets go" he says with a small smile.

you stand up and he follows next to you as you walk out the building. when you see the man coming to approach you again you feel his arm wrap around your shoulders and pull you into his chest. you can hear his heartbeat.

"oh? back again pretty girl-"

"hey man fuck off alright." kageyama scowls at him, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest as he begins to walk faster. leaving the creep behind.

once you guys are a safe distance away he begins to loosen his grip on you but never moves his arm from your shoulder.

"i'm sorry if i woke you up." you start to say.

"why?"

"i don't know, i guess it's because you have such a busy schedule. and i know how much you care about your health and that stuff-"

"but i care about you more." he says bluntly, dark blue eyes staring into yours. "i mean i would much rather be tired at tommorows practice than have you be unsafe." he says with his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. yours do the same at his words.

you continue your walk back to his apartment. he says that after waking him up you owe this to him. of course you can't deny when he offers to give you his t shirt, and when you pull the covers up to your chest and feel his hand snake around your waist and pull you close to him, nose nuzzling into your neck you hear him whisper.

"don't ever worry about bothering me if something like this happens again." he presses a kiss to your neck and you turn around to cup his face and kiss his lips softly. you see the moonlight illuminate his features as you pull back, his eyes half lidded with a smile on his face.

"okay, tobio. goodnight" you say smiling. resting your head onto his chest as he pulls you closer.

[yuu-kumeii]

A/N : I swear this is just a Kiyoomi drabble, the set up just got a tiny bit too long

Ok so imagine the MSBY 4 having to make a 'day in the life of' type vlog for a promotion for an upcoming game, event, or collab. Where everyone can take turns holding the camera and vlog about their individual days and routines, so the whole video would be like a compilation vlog showcasing the team in their purest form.

Shoyo and Koutaro will absolutely just ramble on camera about every little thing that happened to them, often getting distracted when it's their turn with the camera. At times both are just going on about their mornings when either one of them holds the camera while the other 2 members just walk in silence behind them.

Being able to capture moments like Kou forgetting he's supposed to put the camera on the bench to get good enough shots of their practice, so the shots of their practice were from far away with a clear blur to it or when Shoyo accidentally dropped the handheld, picked it back up quickly and immediately apologized to the coach while offering to pay for it despite nothing being actually broken. All caught on camera, blurry figures and a lot of fast camera shakes.

Out of the 2, Kou is the one who most likely forgets the next thing he's going to talk about because he was focused on the current topic. He may be older but that doesn't mean he changed all that much, it's still ok though, the marketing department in charge of the editing said it makes him look all the more approachable.

Meanwhile, Shoyo is the 'golden boy' of this vlog. He's energetic, humble, kind, encouraging and he has just the type of face that screams 'We look forward to your support! I promise we won't let you down!'. He also does the same things Kou does, but he gets visibly flustered when he forgets. Everyone would find that cute, the marketing team just knew it.

He and Kou are on the same basis in terms of the 'pure and lovable one people just can't help but support' but they're on different wavelengths.

Kou appeals to the crowd that just craves this type of whimsy and fast paced energy, someone who forgets to think before he does most things but will be the most visibly sincere about apologizing that you can't help but forgive him.

While Shoyo appeals to a more mellowed out side, much like Kou but he's a bit more aware of his actions and surroundings. He does have his moments though and that paired with his pure hearted nature just makes it sweeter to watch.

On the other hand, you have Atsumu and Kiyoomi. Two very different players with very different appeals on camera, yet able to have some of the best back and forths throughout the vlog.

Atsumu, to no one's surprise, will try to capitalize every part of the screen. Whenever it's his turn to hold the camera, it's his turn. So much happens in such a short amount of time that it felt like he was on a multi-week reality show and not a one day vlog, he would go on and on about himself and his life story that it's hard not to feel like you've known the guy your whole life at that point.

Not to mention the amount of mishaps he tries to shake off is enough for his fans to make an entire compilation video. It's so much fun to see Atsumu trip, stagger that clearly shows he was caught off guard, then going back to vlogging on camera like nothing happened while the others laugh behind him. Other notable things were Kiyoomi 'accidentally' serving a ball straight into the back of Tsumu's head while he was explaining his routine on camera and Atsumu also accidentally dropping the camera but instead of admitting it he just pretends nothing happened.

Too bad the editing crew decided to keep that little moment in the video.

One last tidbit that showed Atsumu being just as caring as the sunshine pair was his 'attempt' at subtly promoting Onigiri Miya throughout his parts, emphasis on attempt. Because he would say things like,

"I like ta' go to Onigiri Miya sometimes, cause' I gotta brag to Samu' about another win ya' know? The food 's also good,"

"Is this an ad for Onigiri Miya?"

"...No"

Yeah, no one believes him. But it's so cute, watching him deny every accusation that he wants to brag about his twin's accomplishments as much as his own. Samu definitely put in extra fatty tuna in Tsumu's onigiri for that, don't tell him that though.

And lastly Kiyoomi, your boyfriend and very captivating volleyball player of the MSBY Black Jackals.

Every time he's on-screen, it's just a whole different energy. Calm and collected with minimal words, a drastic difference from the many life stories you get from the others, Kiyoomi prefers to be as vague and general as possible. However, even if his talking is minimal, he still manages to have some of the funniest shots in the video. Courtesy of the other members helping to fill Kiyoomi's segments.

Though the one moment you can say will stick with you, and him, til the day you probably get married (hopefully, fingers crossed). So, each of the boys have a little clip that encapsulates each of their characters and dynamics with each other. Those moments include Shoyo and Koutaro having a little game of rock-paper-scissors in the corner of the gym, everyone trying to imitate Kiyoomi's bendy wrist, 3/4 of the MSBY 4 getting reprimanded by Meian while the rest just watch with smug looks.

All the best moments that show how close they are in a little montage. The moment you're referring to, is this clip of the Jackal's gym. Empty and quiet, the lights are still on and everything is in its place. There, in the corner on a bench, is Kiyoomi sitting by himself. Munching on some dried plums from this little white packet, just sitting there.

It's not something you can explain but seeing him there alone, not to mention the way it was shot that made him look teeny tiny, just about did it for you. The second that clip was shown, you were gone, sent to the sky never to return.

He just looked so small and alone, it's so sad but it's so funny to you. It gives you the uncontrollable urge to coo at him and kick your feet a little, the b roll of the shot just slowly panning towards his little big figure on that bench minding his own business.

He's so little, so cute, so by himself in that gym and he's so going to be your fiance because you want that clip played in your guys' engagement party as one of your reasons to marry him.

[selarina]

Suna Rintaro x reader

Content Warnings: actress!au, hurt/comfort, self-image concerns

You look colorless in your monotone pair of undergarments. You're peering beyond your obscenely long window, angling your head up, as you maintain eye contact with the hail bouncing off rhythmically against the pavement outside. 

It would be a peaceful image to walk onto if it weren't for the circumstance.

Suna remains steady in his walk toward you, seamlessly weaving around the slew of clothes on the floor. Each piece of clothing lying in various forms of unraveling, as though you only just tried them on and discarded them.

He’s been walking to you with socks on but even so, you almost immediately twist your head towards him as though you heard him all along. You take a glance at him, acknowledging him. It was a routine that you two played out whenever one was wandering through toward the other. 

He stops in his tracks, he has accidentally stepped on a t-shirt lying on the floor.

"I'm sorry," your voice is firm, however, almost inaudible, a soft whisper and he looks up. You sound hoarse, as though you have cried and cried until you found your way to wherever you are right now.

He can see your eyes more clearly now, as they hang on to your face heavily. He doesn’t say anything. He knows you only cry when you have a place to put your emotions. Without one, your emotions, much like blood, flow out in a reddish hue, clogging up your feet and leaving you unmoving.

You only cry now when you're on set, where you can be as raw as you want and get away with it. On rare occasions, you trust him enough to staunch your bleeding heart. On even rarer occasions, you cry into the crevice of your sofa, all by yourself.

“I’m sorry”, this time it comes out softer than before, and your voice croaks out at the end. Whooshing through in an instant, he picks up a nightgown from the floor. He’s at your side now, offering you the garment. 

He'll take it one step at a time.

“Don’t like how it feels on my skin. I don’t like how any of them feel," you have been at this for a while, trying to find comfort in anything you could grasp, however menial it may be. But you couldn't even put on some comfortable clothes.

He extends his arm to take off his long, black coat. After taking a quick glance through your bleary eyes, you notice he's left standing there in an almost plain white shirt. You decide it fits him well. He offers the coat to you.

You take it. You stretch your arms out to pull it over, and as you go back to contracting into yourself, you decide you’re not ready to talk yet. 

—

You're left to stew in your own silence as you hear the soft clinks of vessels coming from the kitchen. You know you're in a sand clock right now, almost at the precipice of the end. You’re almost towering over all the sand and you decide you're ready.

And just in time, Suna walks in, holding two cups, both steaming against the chill air of your house. 

It sits warm against your hand, you realize in that moment you didn't pay attention to what was in it. You look away from his face, and into the cup. It's tea—chamomile honey, the one that sits in the front row of your collection of teas. You’ve never had to worry about running out because Suna’s always updating it. He likes chamomile, you know you’re partial to lavender rose, but you like having chamomile with him.

You look up, “I thought you were on tour,” you say, your voice already a bit less hoarse, but still comes through gruff. 

“I am,” he says. “I can take the weekend off. It’s just a weekend.”

Just a weekend, is never just a weekend in your world, but you resign to it. Just for the weekend, you think.

“Your manager’s going to be a dick about it,” you say, a tint of worry still remaining but mostly too tired to worry.

“I’ll manage,” he says. 

You half smile. “Want to watch a movie?” You ask, you’re ready to talk, you’re just so tired.

“If that’s what you want,” he says, setting his cup down and reaching for the remote, turning it on before he gives it to you.

You’re going through the catalog of movies and shows, while Suna’s ordering food on his phone, “Will two bowls be enough?”

“Two for me?”

“Alright,” he says, his eyes scaling across his phone. “I’ll add in another.”

“Thank you,” you say, sipping on tea, turning your attention back onto the screen, scaling down and down and down, but there’s nothing appealing, everything is a bit too similar to the other you think.

And then you stop. 

“Decide on something?” he asks, setting his phone down as he looks up to find a movie. Your movie, your face at the forefront of your latest thriller/rom-com, overshadowing your co-star.

“I don’t look like a real person sometimes,” you say, with a frown. 

Suna can’t help but agree, it’s heavily edited, so are most if not all of his photoshoots, but he has less experience of being at the forefront, a guitarist does what he does and leaves, and when he’s onstage, he’s never the only one on stage and it’s enough for him. 

“Well, no one wants to fuck the real me. I guess?” you deliberate, there are plenty of people who would want you for you if you weren’t an actress you think. Something about not being a real enough person as the all-encompassing actress. Is she real or are you real? You groan.

“Well, I do?” he says, almost offended as he suggests by his tone.

“Well, you’re likely the only one.” He thinks that maybe he truly is the only one.

“Good,” he says, sipping on his tea. 

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Part X

Atsumu x fem Reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 2,5 k

About: Dinner at Onigiri Miya <3

Part I II -> Next Part

"So, that's my favorite food. Samu just makes the best Onigiri, I'm not gonna lie about that."

Atsumu grins and gestures towards the plates on the table. "But everything's good, don't worry. I helped Samu with the menu back then after we finished high school. He even added some dishes with extra protein, just for me. Said he couldn't stand how I ate chicken and protein powder all the time."

You frown at the thought of combining chicken and protein shakes, but he just shrugs when he notices your reaction. "Don't look at me like that; I was young then. Well, younger than today. I didn't know better." You laugh when he embarrassedly rubs the back of his neck.

"It's fine! I'm sure you had to watch your protein intake and your vitamin levels. I mean, you started playing a lot more intensely after school, right?"

He nods and takes the carafe of water to fill your empty glass. "A lot has changed since I started as a professional. My schedule's quite tight; I train basically every day, and I have to go abroad every other month for promotions or plays. It's kinda hard to always keep track of my eating habits. I'm just glad that Samu's keepin' an eye on me. Always grumblin' about how it's a drag to do all that extra stuff, but he still has a plate ready whenever I come." You nod and take the glass he's offering you and take a sip of the water. It has a fresh taste with all the herbs that have been added to it; you can even smell a bit of mint and lemon after you place the glass back on the wooden table.

"He sounds like a really good brother. Who's older, him or you?" You ask and look at the raven-haired copy of the man in front of you, who is now behind the counter making Onigiri. He looks good in the Onigiri Miya shirt, the logo cute and simple, fitting the whole ambiance of the restaurant. There isn't much space inside; you're just glad that Atsumu took care of reserving the table because there are quite a lot of customers inside. Yet, it has such a cozy and homey feeling that you relaxed instantly when you took a seat.

"What do you think? Be honest." He looks at you expectantly, and you debate your choices on the inside. On the one hand, Osamu seems like someone who is used to taking care of others, which makes him seem like the older one. On the other hand, you can't deny that Atsumu has a certain sense of dominance that seems like a spoiled firstborn—but you're still clueless.

"Hmm. I think that you're the older twin?" His eyes widen in surprise, and a wide grin suddenly spreads on his whole face. His eyes shine when he bursts out in laughter. "Samu! Samu, y/n thinks that I'm the older twin. Did ya hear that?" He calls for his brother, and Osamu raises his head with a scowl when he realizes that Atsumu just disturbed his peace. "Don't get cocky. She's the first to say that."

"Yeah, but her opinion actually matters. Thank you, y/n." He is still beaming when he turns back to you, the short innuendo with his brother seeming so normal to both of them that you try not to think too hard about it. "You're welcome, I guess?" You nervously laugh, hoping that you made neither Atsumu nor Osamu mad with your words. "You did well. You're my wife after all. So it's only fair that you're on my side." You almost choke on your water when he says that and nervously laugh.

"Oh, okay. Well then. Uhm, I'll start eating? I'm kind of hungry, and the food looks amazing." You still find your heart skipping a beat whenever he calls you 'his wife'—which you noticed that he does quite frequently. He definitely likes to tease you, and you have no idea how you should respond to that. Just the thought of calling him 'husband' makes you feel butterflies in your stomach—you couldn't possibly do that.

You have already snapped a picture of the food to Yachi, who insisted on regular updates of your day. She responded with a salivating emoji and an 'enjoy!' to which you sent a thumbs up, so you're more than ready to eat. "Oh, of course. Just take what ya want. Samu can make us another portion if yer finished with it."

"Thank you." You smile and take a spoon to try the fried rice. The flavor is rich and good; you can't help but let out a delighted huff through your nose while you take another spoonful. "It's really good. Osamu is great at cooking!"

Atsumu has also started eating, an onigiri in both of his hands that now looks ridiculously small. You only now notice how big his hands actually are—probably an advantage when he's playing volleyball. "Told ya. Samu makes the best food." He takes another bite and then a sip of his water. "Let's eat and then we'll talk about the appointment."

You nod and swallow your bite heavily—and you also try to swallow the nervousness while you finish your meal. The atmosphere suddenly had shifted a little after he had mentioned the appointment, the reasoning of your meet-up now apparent. You're both rather quick to finish your food, and you place your napkin on your table and look at him expectantly when you're done.

"So, do you want a dessert already, or do you need a break? Samu has a mean strawberry tiramisu in the fridge. It's not on the menu, but I know it's there." He looks at you and winks, and you laugh while you rub your tummy and lean back in your seat. "I need a short break. But after that maybe? Tiramisu sounds great." You give him a thumbs up, and he nods in response.

"So... let's talk about the visit then. About our options. Wait. Singular. We have one option." He looks at you with a neutral expression, and you find yourself nodding almost robotically. "Yes. We have to wait until the year is over until we can get a divorce."

You both sit there in silence, unsure of how you should continue the conversation.

"I mean, it could have been worse. We're lucky that there were no other grave conditions on the contract. One year will pass really quickly. And then you're free again. I'm also not forcing you to make this public; it wouldn't be good for neither your volleyball career nor my privacy. We could just keep going like this."

He intently watches you while you talk, his chin now resting on one of his palms when he slightly leans forward. "I also think it's smarter to keep it to ourselves for a while. The last name thing, though, is going to be difficult." A groan leaves your lips, and you close your eyes for a second.

"I can't believe that I have to change my last name. This is going to be a lot of paperwork." You groan again at the thought of going to the town hall and contacting your bank—and everything else. You thankfully already had the past few days to get used to the thought of changing your name to 'Miya', but it still makes the whole marriage thing feel so real. This would have a very big impact on your life at this point. All formal letters will be addressed to y/n Miya—which would definitely cause questions that you're not prepared for. But that is a problem for your future self, something you're trying to reassure yourself of to not feel overwhelmed. It will be fine. The lawyers had reassured you that it would only need a few signatures and a small fee, and then you could get divorced after the year is over—and that definitely made you feel a bit better.

"Yeah, sorry for that." He sheepishly rubs the back of his head, probably feeling guilty that only you have to do that, and you're quick to shake your head. "Don't be. I voluntarily agreed to this; this part is definitely not your fault."

He nods and takes the last bite of his rice ball and quickly wipes his hands with his tissue. Noticing that you have finished your meal too, he is quick to wave for the waitress. "I'll ask for the tiramisu. Are you fine with sharing? He said he'll only leave one portion. Greedy bastard," he groans playfully, and you giggle at his comment.

"Yes, we can share."

xxx

The car ride home feels tense.

The evening was great; you had a good time with Atsumu, and the prospect of having to part soon makes you feel uneasy, especially at the prospect of not knowing if you will ever see him again. For all you know, he could simply send you the paperwork via post and never talk to you again.

You get thrown out of your thoughts when he parks the car in front of your house, and you both sit there for a second in silence.

"Uhm... here we are." He finally says, turning off the engine, much to your surprise. That means he intends to stay a bit longer.

"Yes." You awkwardly scratch the back of your head and look at him through the darkness. Only a street lantern provides a bit of light, just enough for you to faintly see his face. He also seems to feel somewhat nervous, his eyes avoiding yours at all costs and looking at the dark screen of the radio.

"So, uhm. I meant to ask. How do you want things to go in the future? We can either keep in touch or meet exactly one year from now to finalize the divorce. What would you prefer?" You can see how his knee bounces up and down, a clear indicator of his nervousness. The words seem somewhat practiced, and you're pretty much convinced that he's been thinking about this moment during the whole car ride. You feel a lump in your throat and somewhat have a hard time coming up with an answer. What if he wants to cut ties with you but is too polite to say it out loud? You definitely don't want to put him in an uncomfortable situation by forcing him to keep in touch with you. It's bad enough already that you have to take his last name, which would probably lead to some questions. What were you supposed to say now?

"I... I don't know. What would you prefer?" You know that it's lame to answer with a question, but you only intend to offer him a way out. Much to your surprise, his eyes flicker to your face, and his knee stops bouncing.

"I would prefer for you to be happy, whatever you decide to go with." He seems so earnest and serious when he says that, that you find yourself flushing—thankful for the darkness to conceal your facial expression. Hopefully.

"Keep in touch, like eating at Onigiri Miya, for example? And texting and calling?"

"Hmm." He hums and suddenly watches you like a hawk, analyzing every single one of your expressions. "We could make that a regular thing. Samu changes the menu often; he could even put your favorite food on it, if ya ask him nicely."

You are stunned at his words. He probably knows fully well that it sounds like a cheap excuse to keep seeing you, yet he still said it.

So you decide to be brave too.

"Sounds great."

xxx

"What the heck was that?"

"What do you mean?" Atsumu rolls his eyes at the car speaker, somewhat annoyed because he knows exactly what Osamu will say.

"I saw you makin' heart eyes at her. And that phone call last week? I didn't say anything back then, but what are you trying to do? Flirting with her and breaking her heart when ya get divorced and you stop talkin' to her? She's too nice for that. Don't do that to her; she's been through enough already."

"I'm not leading her on!" Atsumu almost yells, finding himself wounded at the accusation of not being honest with you. "It's just—I don't know. Easy to talk to her. I just... I dunno. I'm not doing it on purpose; it just comes naturally. Everything comes naturally when it comes to her. Wonder if that's why I married her. Love at first sight, ya know?"

Osamu lets out a heavy and deep sigh, full of frustration. "It's fine. Just take things slow. If you wanna date her, I mean. You both skipped a few steps; I don't know if ya really have a chance."

"I'm not trying to date her. I'm just... I enjoy talking to her and spending time with her. And it's cute to see her flustered. We only got one spoon for the tiramisu, and I offered to feed her—ya should have seen her face, she almost fainted." Atsumu grins at the memory, but Osamu only sighs again.

"You're always causing me trouble. Just—be careful with her, 'kay? We still don't know if she's some kind of stalker trying to get with ya. Remember the last time a fan tried to get close to ya? Didn't end well."

Atsumu's grin slowly fades at the memory, and a deep frown replaces the happy expression.

"I know, I know. But she knows that manager from Karasuno. And Shoyo-kun. She could have met me earlier if she was a stalker. We only decided on the club last week, remember? No way she could have known. She got her hotel room booked a few weeks ago, Shoyo-kun told me that. That's too many coincidences for her to be a stalker."

"If you say so. Dunno, you just always get in trouble."

"Not this time. Not with her."

"Sure. Let me know if ya need somethin'. See ya."

Atsumu hangs up the call, his hands now holding the steering wheel tighter. There is an inner turmoil inside of him, almost the need to see you again, and that's when he forms a plan in his head.

A few minutes later, and he has safely parked the car and fished his phone out of his pocket. His fingers fly over the keyboard, and he doesn't think twice before he hits the "send" button.

Are you free this weekend, Mrs. Miya?

[oh-katsuki]

in which you can't handle change and tendou wants to confess

cw: angst, best friend!tendou, implications of emotional cheating but not on reader, cheating mentions, wc is 990

“how’s your girlfriend?” you ask softly into the receiver. you hear tendou shift on the other end. 

“we broke up.” 

“oh shit, that sucks,” you say, sitting up a little. “you really liked her. What happened?” 

“i dunno if you want to know,” he laughs a little. it’s a tired one, like he’s dealt with the problem before. 

“i definitely do. i care about you, dude. tell me what’s up.” 

“i cheated on her.” his sentence comes to a hard stop. 

“what? jesus, satori. what the fuck’s the matter with you?” 

“well, she said i cheated on her.” 

“did you?” 

“no,” he pauses, inhaling a little. “she said it was emotional cheating. she said she thought that there was someone else that i loved and gave my emotional energy to.” 

you pause for a minute, blood thickening in your veins. “who?” 

“who do you think?” 

“jesus…” you sit on it for a minute, letting the silence brew before speaking again. “is this the first time that’s happened?”

“uh, no…” he drones lightly. 

“how many times?” 

tendou pauses and you can hear him weighing the answer. you already know what it is. the pause is too long to be anything else and you find yourself bracing for its impact. 

“all of them.”

you only nod, not offering a verbal answer and trying to swallow your guilt. you’re unable to conjure any words besides an apology but before you can muster up the courage to say it, tendou speaks. 

“but,” you hear him weigh his words, “y’know i was thinking that maybe she’s not wrong. that none of them really were.” 

“what?” softer this time, afraid that he’s going to say something he can’t take back. 

“it’s not your fault. i don’t want you to think that i’m like… friend breaking up with you or anything. the opposite actually.” 

“stop.” 

you hear his words catch, the weighted pull of his tongue as he closes his lips. 

“what are you saying?” 

“i think you know.” he exhales and you can hear the sadness in his voice. it’s laden with it, lacing through your ear and carving itself into the side of your skull. 

“no… satori, stop it.” 

your phone starts to ring in your hand. he’s requesting a video call. you can see the banner pop up over the already ongoing voice call. 

you’ve been dreading this, not because you don’t feel the same, but because you cherish him in such a way that you don’t want to risk what you already have. you could feel it coming for weeks, like a heavy wind before it rains; one day, the air started to dampen and then thicken and you had been unable to shake the impending sense of dread that built with every lingering touch and glance. your phone lights up in your hand again, the video call request trilling lightly as the device vibrates against your ear. 

“why aren’t you picking up?” 

“because I know that if i do you’re going to say something weird and fucked up.” you heave into the receiver, trying to calm the feeling of injustice rising in your chest. he breathes quietly into it, silence confirming what you had been worried about. “i know… that if i answer that call... you’re going to say something that we’ll need to heal from. i don’t want to heal anymore. i’m tired of healing.” 

he goes silent before speaking again. “i need you to know.” 

“no, you don’t. you don’t need it. neither of us do- god! why can’t you just be fair?” 

“i am being fair.” 

“no, you’re not. you’re being cruel.” 

the phone in your hand rings again. “pick up the call, let me see you.” 

“no. if i answer you’re gonna say it and then everything is gonna be different.” 

“then let it be different.” 

“i don’t want it to be. i want to be like this with you forever. i want it to be you and me forever exactly as we are. i don’t want change. i want to just be us, like this. i can’t lose you. if i accept that call… something is gonna break.” 

“it’s already broken! whatever it is, it’s already broken!” you hear the way he raises his voice, caught in his throat. it’s not frightening, nor does it make you feel uneasy. instead, his words are tied together with the distinct sound of anguish and his plea seems to reach deep into your chest, pulling your own injustice from it. pressure builds in his syllables, like he’s a dam fit to burst— then, he speaks quietly, genuinely, "you could never lose me, kid. i promise."

“yeah, because you broke it! you broke it with your stupid video call and your stupid ex-girlfriend and your stupid need to be honest! if i answer this call…. i need you to lie to me.” your anger coats the back of your throat, thick and heavy where your tongue meets the roof of your mouth. you love him, but you can’t bear the change. you won’t. he’s too important. satori means too much.

tendou agrees without hesitation, something uncharacteristic of him. “okay, i’ll lie.” 

he calls again, the screen lighting up with the requested video call. you answer it this time, finger tapping the green accept button, and the phone makes a pleasant hum as his face glows across the screen. when Satori comes into focus, you can see the way his low-lidded eyes are puffy. they hang like he’s tired and below his eyes, his prominent under-eye bags have deepened. his face is fond and familiar. after so many years, you have his features memorized. 

“hey,” he says like you haven’t been yelling at him. 

“hi,” you answer meekly, voice low as you avoid looking at yourself in the top corner of the screen. 

then, tendou takes a deep breath and looks through the camera. his lips pull down in a frown and he speaks in clear and distinct syllables. “i am not in love with you.” 

he’s lying and you feel whatever it is break anyway. 

[this-is-my-procrastination]

you get caught under a mistletoe w someone else

a/n: happy holidays everyone!!

Lets it play out, whether because he trusts you to handle it yourself or simply to observe your reaction. But as soon as he sees you looking uncomfortable, he smoothly interrupts your conversation to help you escape. He wonders aloud if you would’ve been as hesitant if it had been you and him under the mistletoe. Smirks and leaves you with a promise for next time.

Malleus, Rook, Kaeya, Dottore, Getou, Sugawara

Fails to even register the mistletoe. As soon as he sees someone's face moving way too close for comfort towards you, he immediately jumps into action with a set jaw and scathing remarks. Demands to know what's going on and, even though the explanation makes him go red in the face. It doesn't stop him from making threats, though, and his intense glare is more than sufficient to scare that person away. After they leave, he sheepishly looks at you, at the mistletoe, then back at you before spouting some rambled excuses that have you granting him a kiss to put him out of his misery. Absolutely glows red after, and he makes sure to watch you like a hawk after this to make sure this doesn’t happen with anyone else.

Riddle, Sebek, Scaramouche, Cyno, Iwaizumi, Kageyama

Zooms over and either chucks the mistletoe far, far away or crushes it in his fists. Goes into a cocky monologue that makes the other poor soul regret walking near this area at all. He wraps an arm around your shoulders tightly in a stubborn show of dominance until they finally leave. There's some residual sulking after, but he perks with just a light peck on the cheek from you (never mind that that's not quite enough to satisfy him). He spends the rest of the day hovering around you and wing for some more sweet affection.

Leona, Floyd, Diluc, Gojou, Oikawa, Nishinoya

Wouldn’t let this happen in the first place. No way would he be caught lacking at such a critically romantic time of the year. You’re kept within his sight at all times, whether you realize it or not. The only time you and another person come within 5 feet of a mistletoe is when he just so happens to already be standing there, beckoning you over with a smug expression on his face.

Jade, Heizou, Al-Haitham, Tighnari, Nanami, Akaashi

Assuming this happens before you start dating, he immediately launches into the most elaborate plans possible to set up another mistletoe encounter, this time for the two of you. He doesn’t do anything in the moment to stop it, either because he didn’t realize what was happening or because he feared jumping in would upset you, but he quietly broods over it for the rest of the day, glaring at the lucky but grossly undeserving other.

Azul, Deuce, Albedo, Yuta, Kenma

[theheightofdishonor]

Idk how I just realized that Oikawa and Suga are both nickname people but with completely different styles. Suga uses nicknames almost exclusively in game settings where he comes up with dramatic over the top things like "block crusher. I think he might've used one to annoy Tsukki once too but otherwise, he doesn't really use them in his normal life and when he uses them in matches, it's a result of how adrenaline filled he is and are otherwise complimentary and goodhearted. Oikawa, however, uses them to cause maximum annoyance to the person he's referring to because he thinks it's funny to annoy people OR just generally derogatory ie "refreshing-kun". He also like actually uses them the way nicknames are used, ie in liu of their actual name. For instance, I don't think he refers to Hinata by name until maybe the Brazil Fling. It's always some variation of "chibi-chan" or "Karasuno's runt". I think he just doesn't like using people's names lmao.

Anyways, point is, you know if oisuga date post-timeskip, Oikawa would be using the cutesiest, most gag-worthy nicknames out there on purpose while Suga would come up with questionably just as corny names when Oikawa's in a match. Though in this scenario, I also think Suga would retaliate with the awful nicknames outside of games too because why not

[freakurodani]

Kageyama + Suga + Park + Yellow

"You remind me of my little brother sometimes, Kageyama."

"Huh?"

"Yup! He's still in middle school, but he's only a year younger than you. He's *also* a little prodigy." Sugawara's chuckle was warm. Kageyama was going to miss it. He couldn't *really* say that he made friends with all his teammates, but as a senpai, he secretly considered Sugawara his favorite.

"Though, my brother is into debate, rather than volleyball. Our parents are already planning his political future. They're aiming for Prime Minister, of course."

"... That doesn't sound like me at all?" The unsaid question was punctuated with the *bap* of the ball against his arms. His mouth and brows pinched, trying to piece together whatever puzzle Sugawara had presented him.

"Well, two are more different than similar. Like, I think I took all the tall genes before he could get them. He's still so small, it makes me feel really nice coming home to him after spending all day with you giants. I hope he never grows up, he's really cute!"

"Suga-san."

"Dang it, lost the lead again," Sugawara had the decency to at least sound apologetic, even if he was still smiling, after a year, Kageyama still hadn't figured out why Sugawara had so many different kinds of smiles. "You and my brother, you both work so hard, you know? And you inspire me to work hard, to be braver and fight for what I want."

Kageyama's cheeks felt warm. He decided to blame the setting sun, and not the praise. "Ah."

"I fully believe that the both of you can go anywhere you want in life." Sugawara caught the ball and turned his full attention to Kageyama. "I also want you both to remember me once your famous! When you get interviewed, remember to tell them Suga-senpai taught you all you know!"

Sugawara was winking at him. He was pretty sure he was being teased, but in the way meant to show affection rather than disdain. His mind couldn't help but compare the way Sugawara called him cute or made fun of him as a backwards way of praising him, to the way Oikawa would compliment him as a way of antagonizing him.

"You didn't though."

"Cheeky!!"

"Yeah," because he was. He was absolutely being cheeky. Somehow, Sugawara got him in a headlock and was giving him a noogie in retaliation. It wasn't painful, but he's *seen* bruises on Azumane's sides in the clubroom. He wasn't sure Sugawara knew how strong he was.

"Brat! You're such a brat! Just like my brother this way too!" But Sugawara didn't sound angry. It was nothing like the intense scolding he witnessed on the court. This was like when he'd complain to Daichi-san about being lumped with the trouble makers or calling Azumane a coward.

The assault didn't last long. They take a seat in the grass, by a tree. The shadows are growing longer. "You didn't teach me everything. But..." Sugawara's head is tilted toward him, attentive. "...You taught me a lot of very important things. How to communicate and pay attention to the spikers.H-how to earn their trust." Kageyama looked to the ball in his lap. "You didn't have to. We were competing for the same position. And... You made me better. Even though I'm the reason you didn't get to play a lot your third year. I'm sor-"

"Don't you dare apologize, Kageyama."

He felt himself stiffen. He was stuck in Sugawara's furious gaze. Eyes that usually felt so gentle burned him. He didn't shrink away, but he felt a little smaller.

"I got to play. Period. I got to see my team make the national stage, and maybe it wasn't exactly how I wanted it, but you guys... We were there. I've been asked why I stuck around, since I guess from an outside perspective, there was nothing in it for me. But let me assure you, Kageyama, I got *so much* out of this year. Indescribable as it is. So don't you apologize for that. Don't you apologize for your skill, for what you were able to help *our* team achieve. "

Kageyama exhaled. "You know, Sugawara-san... You remind me of someone too."

[kurooandkenmasslut]

WHAT I THINK HAIKYU BOYS WOULD DO FOR YOU FOR VALENTINE'S! o((>ω< ))o

small cute drabbles ! >.<

I feel like he'd give you flowers!

he'd take you out to the park and then later he'd order a take-out.

He wouldn't practice for volleyball, which surprised his teammates since they thought he couldn't take a day without practicing, but maybe, just for you, he'd spend his seconds, hours, days, years, centuries, with you.

you rubbed his ginger head before racing towards the swing, challenging him on who could have the most swings in three minutes.

"HAHAH! I BET YOU CANT BEAT ME!" you screamed, swinging your legs back and forth while shoyo had an angry face and swung his legs back and forth aggressively.

you two laughed until the sunset, meaning you had to go home.

you two held hands on the way there, feeling all fuzzy inside, today really was the best day you've ever had. and maybe, just maybe, you'll say that on the day shoyo and you get married.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO !

he'd get you chocolates/sweets.

but he'd panic because he wasn't sure what chocolate you like.

he sulked all day, which kept you asking him what was wrong but he'd just look into your eyes and back to the ground, guilt filling him.

after school, you two walked back to your house because Kageyama's aunt lives on the same road as you and he's staying there for the week, but either way, he still walked home with you just in case anything happened.

on the way there, you giggled and zipped open your bag, pulling out a valentines day card, handmade by you.

"Open it!" "tch, fine."

he opened the envelope, containing a voucher, but not just any voucher, a voucher for the same brand of milk he drinks every day. his eyes sparkled and he looked over at you, a small blush showing on his face and a small cute smile he has. you laughed at his cute little face.

he turned his head and closed his eyes, hiding his blush, which made you laugh even harder. he reopened them again and saw a shop, then suddenly, he got a brain cell back in and got himself an idea.

he turned back over to you and grabbed your hand, running there with you trailing behind.

"TOBIO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! AND SLOW DOWN OR YOU'LL DRAG ME!" "I'm sure you'll be fine y/n, now sit here till I get back or I'll fight you." "haha, remember what happened last time?" "shut up!"

he walked out with nothing, or so you see.

"did you just waste my time sitting here? what did you-"

Kageyama pulled 4 bags of sweets and a selection box of your favorites, head-turning out, looking everywhere except you, he was nervous, scared you won't like it, but tried not to make it obvious.

"here you are goose. h-happy valentines d-day." "AWHHH! TOBIOOO! CMERE! LET ME GIVE YOU A BIG HUGG!" "NOOO!"

KUROO TETSURO

he'd make a corny poem for you.

"uh.. tetsu, what's this supposed to be?"

"what do you mean babe? It's a very cute poem made by your lovely husband~"

"first of all, this isn't cute, it's too corny, and second of all, WE ARENT MARRIED YET!"

"oh darling, we were married before we even got together, this poem is showing my love for you! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)"

"roses are red, violets are blue, I look gorgeous and so do you?"

he nodded his head, almost proudly while you stared at him, dumbfounded.

he laughed and grabbed your hand, putting his hand before walking around town, humming.

you rested your head on his shoulder, yawning. it's getting a bit late and you were kinda tired.

"aw, is my princess sleepy?"

he says, lowering his voice.

he'd make a corny poem for you.

"uh.. tetsu, what's this supposed to be?"

"what do you mean babe? It's a very cute poem made by your lovely husband~"

"first of all, this isn't cute, it's too corny, and second of all, WE ARENT MARRIED YET!"

"oh darling, we were married before we even got together, this poem is showing my love for you! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)"

"roses are red, violets are blue, I look gorgeous and so do you?"

he nodded his head, almost proudly while you stared at him, dumbfounded.

he laughed and grabbed your hand, putting his hand before walking around town, humming.

you rested your head on his shoulder, yawning. it's getting a bit late and you were kinda tired.

"aw, is my princess sleepy?"

he says, lowering his voice.

but he got not response since you are already snoring asleep on his shoulder.

notes : YES IK IM TERRIBLY LATE BUT 😻😻

[cannibalsrider]

royal au! yachi x fem! reader and Yachi is a daughter of noble birth who was made to be a lady in waiting to the princess and heir to the throne due to the king feeling as if his daughter needed to broaden her circle of friends because she had always been seen more in the eyes of the church more than she was in court. It became a routine for her and Yachi to go to the church together to light candles the only sounds being heard were the footsteps of the nuns working at their tasks in the same room as the altar for the gods their kingdom for centuries had been known to worship as if it was burnt into the people's souls passed through each house more shown then the word of their ancestor's. Lady Hitoka had grown close with the princess it was like the poets wrote of the two soulmates even if it wasn't meant to be as a man and wife would be as if they had been born to be like the tale Adam and Eve the universe deriving from their souls. the flickering lights of the lit candles sitting in front of them each sent as an offering to the Maiden, The warrior and the many gods alike remind the pair that the love they hope to share would never be accepted the gut-sinking feeling of shame and self-loathing would never leave the ladies and that they had been born to bear the guilt of how they chose to love that they would be the shame of their houses to forever disgrace the names they had been born to "my lady if I could speak plainly?" lady hitoka had asked her voice had seemed so uncertain when speaking to the princess "you know you are always welcome to my lady" yn had responded back her voice always seemed to carry such a kind tone when speaking to the daughter of her fathers closest advisor "if you had been born of lower standings what would you have wished to become?" the blonde asked her kind eyes barley wanting to meet yns the rings on her hands had a faint glimmer of the jewels in the fires gaze It in a way reminded yn of herself and lady hitoka a flame drawn to watch the jewels in front of her for the rest of time "I believe id wish to have been a dragon handler they always seem to interest me just with the ideas of dragons being closer to the gods than any man" she responded hands clasped together in front of her in lady hitokas opinion the princess had reminded her of the former queen alysanne was her name? it had always been so fuzzy to her the memories of the former king and queen all she truly wished to remember was the times she and the princess would run the long halls of the large keep that yn was to inherit at the time of her father's demise in lady hitokas heart she hoped to know she would always be by the side of the princess it was always them never any other court lady or lords finding the attention of the princess the two of them finding comfort within the arms of each other it was the testament of their relationship to be forever doomed into remembering the notion they would never be able to rid themselves of the touch of each other the feel of the others hands against their skin the memories that they had sinned and that they would never be pure in their souls again as they sat there the only light flickering being the glimmer of the orange crackling flames of the candles set in a circle on the alter "it wont be the same" yn blurted out after no thoughts came to her she was to be married in less then four weeks it was bound to reach the ears of her head lady in waiting some day soon but she wanted to be the one to say it not having her hear it from another "what wont be the same princess?" she responded her voice always was too kind for yn to bear in the worst moments its like her heart was shattering over and over again at each word "i am to be married" yn told her not even trying to make eye contact with lady hitoka

mood board kinda cus i want yall to understand the vibes because I finished this after being told to write Doomed Yuri

[rk-tmblr]

Something feels off, Suna can't help but think as he struggles to keep his balance on the crowded train. This morning there are no available seats and he finds himself closer to strangers than he would have liked to. Avoiding their gazes, Suna lets his eyes wander through the thick, plastic-like window. It distorts the colours outside like a dirty lens facing reality, but something not so obvious churns his guts anyway. It's so strange that he's reminded of a movie scene.

The street stretches like charcoal on the ground, the buildings bleed into trees and fallow fields and it's odd the way they're leaving behind white, cotton-candy clouds in the early sky. Rushing toward a big, angry, purple storm feels like an inevitable end. Why didn't he stop this journey the run sooner? He's heading to school, but this weather seems to warn him like a premonition. Suna isn't superstitious, however the thought of a warm blanket and hours spent playing games online sounds so much more inviting. Against his will, he endures the entire trip until his stop: the guilt of the cowardly thoughts proves stronger than his instinct to flee back home, in the end.

It's irrational, Suna knows, but he can't really shake the feeling. And walking under the rain isn't useful to wash it away. Instead his fingers grow numb, his nose and the tips of ears chill and even his supposedly warm clothes fail to provide any comfort. He despises it. As people bustle around him, some bumping into him, others splashing their shoes in the little wet puddles, Suna huddles deeper into the collar of his jacket. The rain pelts down, each drop raising the scent of mud and decaying flowers.

Autumn has arrived suddenly, its unexpected cold seeping unwelcome into his bones. Uneasiness weights heavy on his chest, why is he feeling this way? Still he doesn't let his step falter, forcing himself to keep moving. If he dares to stop, it might as well be forever. So, with his head low, he just decides to take pity on the leaves that have fallen before turning entirely orange, because they don't crunch anymore but squelch annoyingly under his feet.

[noyasmashing]

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄 ˖ ࣪ ∗ ❀

cw: pegging, hair pulling, crying, sub!kenma, gn!reader

a/n: draft from forverrrr ago but i have to post it in honor of the haikyu movie

He hated it. He despised sensation of sweat trickling down his body as his back arched to meet your thrusts. Kenma had always detested physical activity, which is precisely why you relished making him work for it, watching him bounce uselessly on your strap as you mocked the way his cock slapped against his stomach.

Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes, and moans escaped his chapped lips. His voice came out as horse cries as your hands gripped his hips, rather harshly. “Apologize, Kozume,” you commanded sternly, looking up at him. He shook his head, his bottom lip trembling. Yet he continued bouncing on your lap, sloppily and uncoordinated, squirming under your grip.

“Oh? So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” you mused, searching his face for any emotion. He refused to apologize, knowing any sort of speech would bring on the tears he hated. But you didn’t care about that now. Roughly, you flipped him onto all fours, now getting to see the breath taking sight of his ass. Despite his slurred protests, he arched his back, presenting his pulsating hole for you to use.

“P-put it back in,” he pleaded, wriggling his hips toward you for more friction. “Not until you apologize,” you replied, choosing to tease him by running your slick strap between his cheeks. His body felt hot, the tips of his ears reddened even with his face hidden. “’m sorry,” he whined into the pillow, but you clicked your tongue, unsatisfied with his weak apology.

“Louder,” you urged, knowing the volume he could actually reach. He hesitated, then looked at you, his Adam’s apple bobbing as your stern glare conveyed everything. He stifled a moan as you teased him with a gentle thrust near his hole. “I-I’m sorry for being an ass, please [name], f-forgive me,” he forced out, trembling under your grip.

You hummed, pausing for a moment that felt like an eternity to Kenma before finally ramming your length back into his wet ring of muscles. He moaned in satisfaction, thinking he got what he wanted. But the pleasure soon turned to overstimulation as you continued pounding him roughly. Usually you would keep a slow pace, showering him in praise as he got adjusted to your girth. But this time was different. His hips tried to escape your merciless pace, but you quickly stopped him. A string of nervous gasps escaping his cracked lips.

“Where do you think you’re going? If you can’t apologize properly, I’ll make you wish you could.”

“It’s too much—it’s too much,” he whined, gripping the sheets below him in a desperate attempt to ground himself. Despite his words, you saw the way he looked back at you with his mouth agape, eyes half-lidded, his cock surely weeping on his abdomen.

“Touch yourself, baby,” you encouraged warmly, but he just shook his head. You sighed, trying to be nice, but he was being such a brat. Maybe he’d learn his lesson if you were rougher. Releasing one side of his hips, you reached up with your free hand to pull his hair.

He gasped sharply, then whimpered as you pulled back. His moans were no longer muffled, and he could hear the lewd sounds of skin slapping together more clearly now. It all added to his pleasure, and the coil in his stomach started to unwind. Even in his delirious state, he knew better than to come without asking. “C-can I…” You cut off his plea, already knowing what he was going to ask. “No, only good boys get to come when they ask.” He sobbed at that.

Covered in sweat, he couldn’t bring himself to protest. You tightened your grip on him, continuing to pound relentlessly. He was fully crying now, hands shaking as he resisted the urge to fist his cock. But he was so needy, pre-cum leaking uselessly from his tip. You could tell what he was thinking and smirked. “Go on, touch yourself, and I’ll let you come.” He looked back at you, wary of your leniency.

“You mean it?” he asked shyly. You nodded warmly. “When have I ever lied to you?” With that, his hand found its way to his puffy tip, small nervous strokes causing his whole body to shake with pleasure. Your grip on his hips lifted his lower half practically off the bed. He felt weak, coming without hesitation when a “go on” left your lips.

He moaned loudly, his voice cracking into the pillow as his milky white release sprayed onto himself and the sheets.

To his disappointment and pleasure, you didn’t stop. In fact, it felt like you sped up your thrusts, maintaining their rhythm without faltering.

“We can’t stop now. I have to make sure my baby learns his lesson.”

[sweetheartsaku]

HAIKYU!! various ; stupidthings4love

a/n: [gn!reader] HEY POOKIES!!!!!! hopefully u enjoy, working on smt new rn!! stay tuned moas!! on skibidi this was longer in my drafts (rip kuroo who was supposed to be here)

— characters : oikawa, akaashi, atsumu

impatiens !

tooru oikawa ; chit chat - beach weather

clings on to your arm like it's his last day on earth. he's like a damsel in distress!! obsessive gf this, obsessive bf that the o in obsessive is oikawa (I'M JOKING ILY OIKAWA POOKS)

⤷ "y/n-ie... be careful..." "hm? what is it handsome..." you utter softly, noticing his gentle tone. you feel a warm presence beside you. wrapped around your arm, was oikawa looking back at what seemed to be another group of fangirls. you giggle, and take your goodbye's with the friend you were talking to. "my fans might bite your arm off!!" "oikawa, don't be silly. the most they could do is throw me a cookie." "YEAH BUT STILL!!! its a COOKIE!!" you smiled to yourself, imagining a girl throwing a cookie at you and just landing on the floor. "i think i'll be okay." you take notice as he becomes the slightest bit more protective, dipping his hand into the palm of yours and looking back at you, chocolate eyes softened.

oikawa had just finished another game, and you'd usually wait for him to have his little small talk with his fangirls. you didn't really have a problem with it, you could trust him enough. he likes to think you know him better than he does, because you always know or can easily provide what he needs most at times! he really appreciates your trust but oftens questions if he's really doing the right thing. what if him talking to his fangirls made you think you weren't showing enough love to him? and that he valued his fangirls over you? or volleyball? or that girl that dumped him back in highschool because he was too absorbed in volleyb- "bae. are you good??" you raise an eyebrow with a smirk. "i love you." "oh-wow. okay thats sudden.

-i love you too, stupid."

strong believer of sharing literally EVERYTHING. you could be brushing your teeth and he's passed out in the tub or something. shares scarf, clothes, food, everything bro 😭💗

⤷ (timeskip!? i think hehe) finally!! a break from volleyball. who knew THE oikawa tooru would be saying that? the brunette thinks to himself. an argentinian, professional volleyball player. saying that, at his vacay in new york city, with the love of his life. but, its not time to be thinking hard right now. to get the most immaculate and full experience of NYC, was obviously booking first class plane tickets, on the dates that peaked in illuminating the refreshing season of NYC's autumn. there is no volley game in the entire world he would ever trade for this ethereal moment, walking down the streets of new york's bustling hustle, hand in hand, matching diamond rings clinking together. a warm, beige plaid scarf enveloping the both of you. "don't want us getting chilly, huh?" he says, wrapping the scarf around you both.

keiji akaashi ; the adults are talking - the strokes

always lets you win board or card games. situations where he's literally bound to win, he will NOT let you lose. he just wants to see you smile. might hide one of your letters in bananagram, grab an extra card in uno, easy bargain-er in monopoly, adding a piece back on the chess board... if he isn't akaashi ion want him 😊

⤷ it's a late night at the coffee table, akaashi has just finished his shower to sit down for a game of chess with a cup of tea. he could clearly read how slightly more excited you've been to sit down and relax with your fiancé after a long week. he found it the sweetest thing on earth, and he'd never trade it for the world. he loved to see you smile, so why not make you smile now? he thought, hiding his grin through the tension between his fingertips and his king he was about to sacrifice.

"keiji." "yes, love?" "you are very silly." you whisper and lightly giggle, moving your bishop to gently kill your fiancé's king, winning the game. an unconscious, pearly smile plays onto your lips (only he could see, despite the numerous times he's reassured her that it's quite charming).

there's truly nothing he'd want to see more than that.

strong believer of sidewalk rule. don't worry bae y/n will not die nor disappear if you take your eyes off them for like 2 seconds

⤷ his thumb gently rubs your knuckle as you walk down the bustling late night city street, lights of restaurants and streetlamps illuminate all of his features. the bridge of his nose, the dark gunmetal green of his eyes, and the apple of his cheekbones. every single feature that shaped the beautiful boy who had put the ring on your finger. tying your laces, putting your jewellery on, and keeping up with the infamous sidewalk rule. little habits he's built since high school, not because he is expected to do so, but because it all comes naturally when it comes to you.

till suddenly, you feel a squeeze on your warm hand, signalling the usual. the switch of places on the concrete. you instinctually react, akaashi discreetly walking on the side near the moving cars. the little things that aren't so little for you, but the little sparks that keep the warmness in your heart kindled.

atsumu miya ; boyfriend (with social house) - ariana grande, social house

always steals your flippin' last bite. it's so annoying, he knows it, and likes it. while you're not looking, he WILL the last bite of your food or a sip of your favourite drink.

⤷ after a long day at work for you, and a long day of training for atsumu, you both comfortably sit in silence at onigiri miya. the faint noises of clutter and cleaning fill the silence, along with boyfriend by ariana grande and social house, playing over the speaker softly. onigiri miya's open sign had just turned around, and the warm light of the hanging sign outside flickers off. osamu effortlessly places the tray of warm onigiri in front of you two, and a shared smile laces upon your faces.

"thank you!!" you and atsumu chirp in unison, osamu acknowledges your gratitude, and discreetly smiles to himself as he prepares to clean up the kitchen. you both each take one onigiri, automatically knowing who prefers which type of onigiri (atsumu's is the cold tuna, yours can be what you prefer ♡ mine is tuna as well hehe). digging in, suddenly there was only one bite of yours left. mouth still full, you suddenly can't remember if you kept the receipt of your failed custom mug you had purchased the other day. it makes you wonder, then your curiosity takes over you before you could take the last bite of your onigiri! you glace and search into your bag, hand still holding a chunk of onigiri. you sigh of relief, noticing you had kept your receipt! but... something is missing.

your last bite of onigiri.

but, in his so called 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 he will let you have the first bite of his favourite food.

⤷ "aYE! 'tsumu!" you playfully hit his shoulder, as he has an absolute giggle attack. to him, it's like there was genuine fury and fire coming out of your eyes and he found it the most hilarious thing ever LMAO. (but for me personally, i wouldn't take that.) "i wilL ACTUALLY DELETE YOUR FIFA ACCOUNT IF YOU KEEP THIS UP." "oKAYOKAYOKAY!!! i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry pf-" he says as he is STILL having his giggle fit. obviously, the correct reaction is to look away and cross your arms. you do exactly that, and he realises what he's done (caused the next war). he suddenly gets a little touchier, and says "dear y/n-ieee... i promise to give you the first bite of the next food we eat, m'kayyy? from the pure, and innocent kindness of my heart!" he chimes. interrupted by a genuine, heartfelt shout of,

"oh shut yer' trap!"

"SAMU!"

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last updated. 19.06.24.

a little peak into a few of the drafts i have and am working on ‹𝟹 you can ask questions about them but please be polite about it !!

𝓘𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓. i am free to stop working on, cancel, or change any of the drafts i have posted here.

these are not all my drafts, just ones i am currently focused on / have been working on for some time. i work on multiple wips at a time.

these are MY original works, they are not up for grabs.

✰ ┊ 𝓗𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔!!

WE HAVE A WINNER! ┊ brazil!shoyo. [ nsfw.┊cwc : 7.3k ]

premise. amidst the stretching sea of rigged boardwalk games that line the tourist attractions of brazil's brazen beach shorelines, you manage to land yourself a jackpot.

content. boardwalk gamebooth employee + lifeguard!shoyo / f!reader. fluff. smut. mild angst. brazil arc but shoyo isn't a food delivery boy. manga timeskip spoilers. reader lwk has not so great friends (?). holiday romance. reader wears dresses and bikinis. dubcon (alcohol, tipsy but not drunk). soft dom!shoyo. unprotected sex. oral (f! recieving). creampie. overstimulation.

estimated word count: 15k+

PLAY FOR KEEPS (AND I DON’T LOSE) ┊ tobio kageyama. [ nsfw.┊cwc : 3.4k ]

premise. left heartbroken and wayward after a bitter breakup, a close family friend invites you to italy for a much needed vacation— and to meet her husband’s old volleyball teammate who now plays in the italian professional division.

content. tobio kageyama / f!reader. smut. mild angst. manga timeskip spoilers. holiday romance. age gap (26 and 34). switch/dom leaning!reader. sub leaning!tobio. dubcon (alcohol + drunk sex). mentions of anxiety, self conciousness and breakups. mutual masturbation. oral (f + m receiving). tobio has an affinity for white lace.

estimated word count: 15k+

DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND (03) ┊ fiancé!JNT. [ sfw.┊cwc : 1.5k ]

premise. due to popular demand, the nhk has organized another live special with the monster generation’s fiancées! tune in for this segment of would you rather + a surprise game with our special sponsor! ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (motoya komori, kourai hoshiumi, aran ojiro & kenma kozume). fluff. downbad fiancés. suggestive jokes & allusions to sex. petnames.

estimated word count: 8-10k.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ┊ 𝓖𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝓘𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓

‘TIL THE SUN SETS (AND RISES AGAIN) ┊ renaissance!albedo. [ sfw.┊cwc : 4.9k ]

premise. his hands grow more frail with each day, the strokes he paints becoming sloppy and uneven. but he'll paint despite the pain. until his last breath— 'til the sun sets.

content. renaissance painter!albedo / f!reader. fluff + angst. historical au. strangers to lovers. established relationship (married couple). character death. chronically ill!albedo. not entirely historically accurate. mentions of blood / bloodletting. for @/kentopedia’s love through the ages collab

estimated word count: 8-10k.

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TBA . . .

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