#hq drabble

[alpali]

Ushijima who falls hard for you. He loves quietly and observingly. With a small frown on his face he watches you from across the cafeteria. Wondering what you liked to eat, what you were thinking about, what did you like to talk about.

Ushijima who, when you’re around, blushes like an idiot. His brows pulled together and arms crossed. He mostly never makes eye contact with you just because his heart practically beats out of his chest.

Ushijima who finally talks to you and thinks he’s fallen all over again because of how beautiful your voice is. He never wants you to stop he’ll listen to you for hours, for days.

Tendou notices almost immediately and tells practically everyone on the team. It’s a little funny how he’ll openly admit that he has feelings for you except to you in general.

“You guys really haven’t noticed the way he looks at her hmmm?” Tendou teases

“I don’t see a problem. I like her.” He says blindly.

However he always refuses to actually confess his feelings. He’s scared of rejection and that’s what he tells Tendou when he asks.

“Really? That’s it? I mean, yea you’re probably unfamiliar with the feeling.” Tendou deadpans

Ushijima blinks.

“It’s not entirely that. It’s not like my ego would be hurt. I just…don’t want to know that she doesn’t feel the way I do.”

“Because you like her a lot?”

“Yes. Very much so.”

The whole team made a bet with him that if they beat Karasuno, he’d have to ask you out. Which to them would be the easiest way. However they lost and even Ushijima is a little sad they lost the bet.

But here you come strutting up to him, a pout on your pretty lips.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” You rub his arm.

And even though his whole body is warming up and buzzing he can’t help the little chuckle that spills out. You look at him a little confused but he waves it off.

“You’re making it sound like someone has passed. We’ll just have to beat them next time. And I know we will.”

You smile, enjoying the way he sees the bright side of things. Of course this wouldn’t bring him down.

“Yes you will.” You laugh and he lets a small smile grace his lips.

“May I ask you something?” He gulps, his throat suddenly feeling dry.

“What’s up?” You rock back and forth on your feet.

“Would you like to go out sometime?” He avoids your gaze, his lips pursed.

You gush at the sight. The red in his cheeks. This man was a giant but right now he looks like a child being scolded.

“I’d like that a lot. Wakatoshi.”

He perks up, his eyes gleaming.

“Really?” He blinks.

“Yes.” You laugh and honestly this feels better than winning a match.

“Ushijima is fine.” He says.

“My apologies Ushijima. I’d love to go out with you.”

Ushijima who is a love sick man.

[satorisoup]

( ᰔ )

atsumu “my wife” miya, who refers to you as almost nothing but his wife. “my wife made me lunch today”, “my wife loves this weather”. flaunting your ring finger any chance he gets just to show that you two really did seal the deal in wed.

the funny thing is, he’s been referring to you as “his wife” since before you two had even gotten engaged.

[solvisun]

would kei be an acts of service guy or a quality time guy?

quality time guy by default. to give you his whole, undivided attention—with that sharp eye trained on details most wouldn’t even register—is his way of offering the best version of himself, to let his quiet love speak loudly with intention. this isn’t something he puts on for show. . he will tell you by his language that this is akin to breathing, this is him and his nature of love.

listening to each other’s playlist, offering you his thoughts, even recommending you songs he thinks you’d like—he’ll go down rabbit holes of albums you’ve never heard of, just to find that one track that might make your eyes light up.

watching documentaries, a smile lingering in the corners of his lips when you ask a thoughtful question, looking at you as if you’ve said something endearing. (you realize much later that he actually glances at you more than the screen.)

walking home together, with the setting sun bathed into the grooves of your skin as he lets you do the talking, or sometimes when silence grows, his cheeks would blossom as he feels the warmth of your hand in his, interlocked, as you tease him if he’s ever thinking about you. (he does, quite so.)

(and yes. one of his favourite memories are you and him studying at his place or yours despite how unproductive it gets because what matters is both of your knees are touching and he's telling you about the time he and yamaguchi built a lego set for hours until halfway through, as if it just occurred to him—he admits he’s been in love with you ever since he understood what love could be.

loving you, for him, is like building something that takes a lifetime. beautiful. steady. time dissolves into irrelevance. no matter how much time he'd waste, the quality is here, where he’s allowed to lay his heart bare without needing to speak a single word more.)

[utahimeow]

ok for your kink game, tooru + “just the tip”….

cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, smut, established relationship, super fluffy

“please, let me put it in?” tooru’s face is nestled into your neck as he whines. he nibbles at your neck–a fiend, his arms wrapped tight around your waist to keep you flush against his body as the sun rises outside.

“tooru, i have to be up–” you glance at the clock on your bedside table. “–five minutes ago. i can’t be late for work again.”

“just the tip? please? need to feel you,” he sighs, teasing his erection against your ass, whimpering pathetically when cloth gets in the way.

you curse the way he has you clenching around nothing, no doubt dripping from the way he grinds his bulge against you. “…fine. just the tip.”

it’s not uncommon for your pretty boyfriend to cause your morals to vanish. unfortunately for you, his silky voice and sparkly brown eyes and soft pink lips are just too hard to resist. but also you’d be stupid to deny him, with his sculpted body and his muscled arms and–well, his perfect dick.

tooru tugs his pajama pants down his legs, pumping his leaking cock as he pulls your panties aside, always grateful for your choice to wear no more than an oversized shirt and underwear to bed. he dips a finger into your hole, grinning when your wet walls clamp around him instantly.

“tooru…” you breathe, but it’s more of a moan than the warning you were trying to give.

“still need to get you ready, angel,” he coos, pressing soft kisses to your neck that have your heavy eyes fluttering shut.

when he’s satisfied with his prepping you, he shifts forward, dragging the head of his cock through your sopping folds, eliciting a whimpered plea from you. he grins like the asshole he is, but he’s reminded that he’s just as needy as you are when you grind your hips back against him. his tip catches your entrance and it’s enough to make him moan.

“c’mon tooru… quit teasing,” you say, still in a battle between sleep and consciousness.

he slides in–just his tip–and both of you sigh in unison from the somewhat relief. he drags it in and out, in and out, slow and steady, hardly enough to get either of you off.

there are times where you would appreciate this. the contact, the intimacy, the warmth of your boyfriend connected with you. right now though, you need release.

“more, tooru, need more,” you beg, your hand reaching back until it lands in his curls, all messy and askew.

“yeah?” he mumbles into your shoulder, grinding his hips a little harder. you think he’s probably about halfway in now, but the feeling of his fingers drifting beneath your shirt and landing on your soft nipples melts away your urge to argue.

each of his thrusts feeds the growing flame in your stomach, making your limbs go lax as you turn pliant for him. he peppers kisses over your neck, your jaw, your temple, desperate to be even closer to you, to melt into you.

before long, he’s burying himself to the hilt with each stroke, but you’re too close to care. and when his fingers reach between your soft thighs to play with your clit, you cry and gasp, clinging to his arm as he fucks you through your orgasm. he follows not long after, filling you up with warm ropes of cum and tiny gasps in your ear.

you should have known this was tooru’s plan all along, really, but it was over the moment you realised you were already late and did nothing about it. needless to say, you called in sick to work that day.

[toorusmoon]

iwa’s cali friends thinking he’s a chill dude until one of them accidentally catches a glimpse of all the argentina merchandise of player #13 in his room, quickly earning iwa the secret fanboy label. imagine their surprise when iwaoi are caught making out a few months later

[heich0e]

osamu boy dad, with a little army of miyas that reign lovable terror over your home.

it reminds him of growing up with tsumu. always noisy. always rowdy. always fun. and just when he thinks the two of you are done having babies, two lines on a pregnancy test the two of you are staring at in disbelief—in that brief window of precious silence between when the boys go to bed and the day's exhaustion drags you both under—say otherwise.

the first time osamu holds your daughter in his arms he can barely see her through his own tears. she's so tiny. so special. so delicate. he's used to his boys, now. used to tossing them around, and riling them up, and chasing them down just so he can slow them for long enough to put plasters over their bumps and scrapes. he worries for a moment that he doesn't know how to treat her as gently as she needs to be, this itty bitty little girl he loves so much.

the first time he sees his little angel deck her older brother for stealing her favourite toy, he realizes he had absolutely nothing to worry about—she's as much of a miya as the rest of them.

[quirrrky]

—•✦ THE BOY IS MINE

OIKAWA, KUROO, BOKUTO showing you that he belongs to you and you to him

≡ NOTES ⋮ I'M BACCKKK! and I'm super excited, can;t wait to fangirl w/ y'all! I'm gonna cri 😭 I miss my boys sm T^T bokuto's made me giddy and kuroo's got me smiling like shit...don't get me started with oikawa!

OIKAWA

You were on the sidelines watching the man you adored so much being adored by so many other girls. No lies, some of them were prettier than you, you’d think. They could be a good match for your boyfriend.  

Still, you didn’t bother. Tooru always assured you of your worth and how perfect you were for him in every sense––the most beautiful in his eyes.  

Tooru delivered an impactful serve, and the crowd cheered including the other girls beside you. Even from afar, he sent you a smile with a matching flirty wink. The girls squealed with so much giddiness, probably thinking it was for them.

He cast another glance at you, which you returned primly.  

You were always his number one fan. You might not be on par with him when it came to Volleyball, but you didn’t mind being his cheerleader, his anchor and the source of his strength whenever he’d feel inadequate.  

You were secured and not moved by how many fangirls he had until now. The reporter pulled Tooru to the side together with a known female Volleyball player who’s around the same age as him.  

The two of them were the top players of their teams–the most competent. The reporter and everybody else simply admired seeing the both of them side by side.  

“Oh! They look so good together!” You heard those around you murmured.  

“Maybe they’re dating...” The others speculated. 

A bitter sting gnawed inside you. The image of Tooru happily playing Volleyball with a partner who could really challenge him head-to-head was making it difficult for you to breathe.  

You were lost in your thoughts when you suddenly felt a hand around your wrist, gently dragging you somewhere.  

T-Tooru?  

He brought you by his side and laced his arm firmly around you. 

“Practice and perseverance are totally the keys in winning but for me it’s not just that,” Tooru responded to the reporter. “We all need a lucky charm, I tell you.” He pulled you closer to him, shifting his gaze to lovingly study your face, saying, “And I got mine right here.”  

You blushed, feeling the heat crawling all over your face. The crowd squealed and hollered yet they didn’t matter in that moment.  

The reporter ended the interview with lighthearted teasing directed at you and Tooru, prompting the start of the last match.  

“How ‘bout a good luck kiss, huh?” He teased.  

“W-What’re y-” You weren’t even able to finish as he already placed a sweet peck on your lips. “Tooru!” You complained when he parted, and he replied by playfully sticking his tongue out.  

Your fingers travelled your lips. Perhaps, you’ve got nothing to worry about after all.  

KUROO

It’s a big day for you and your boyfriend. It would be the first time he’d be giving a welcome remarks to open his institution’s black-tie event. You were even proud to be the one who did his speech.  

As his extra special plus one, he never left your side with both of you just keeping things, hands to yourself, acting as a professional and sober couple. 

However, you were bothered to say the least. You always knew that you had a fine boyfriend. He looked straight out of a novel after all. Tall, handsome and with a good suit to complete the look.  

Tetsurou seemed like every billionaire bad boy in the books you’d encounter in bookstores’ new adult section. It’s no wonder that the girls in his company party all had their eyes on him like he’s a piece of hunky meat they’d jump on at any moment. 

Deep inside, you’d want to be swallowed by the universe below. You were never insecure about your looks, well, maybe sometimes you were like right now! Were you not even pretty enough for them to keep their attraction to themselves? Were you not playing the eye candy part so well?  

Do you even look good beside him? 

Black dress, pretty face and hypnotic smile all amplified by the sweet scent of honey—you’re Kuroo’s most prized possession, not that he treats you as an object. Well, yes, to put it simply you’re the object of his desires, adoration and affection.  

Wasn’t it obvious that you were with him? Yeah right, call him petty, but he couldn’t bear the eyes of these bastards on you.  

Hell, pretty was even an understatement when it came to you. As much as he wanted you to be revered for being the goddess that you are, he still couldn't accept all the gawking you’re receiving and him being disregarded like he wasn’t even there when he’s the boyfriend, the future husband and the forever person.  

He promised he’d behave himself and keep the PDA on low since today’s a formal event, but it looked like he won’t be keeping up with that anymore. 

Jolted, your shoulders rose as Tetsu slithered his arm around your waist. He tugged you closer to him so you were both attached to the hip. You just froze in surprise when he leaned, placed a kiss on your forearm and dropped another one on your shoulder.  

You felt the heat rushing to your face. Your eyes held his as they met. “What...what are you doing?” you whispered and he propped his chin on your shoulder.  

“Showing them who you belong to.” 

Internally, you’re partying. You’d be lying to say that you didn’t want that because you definitely want to show all these girls that Tetsu would only have his eyes on you. “Okay, just don’t overdo it.” 

A lopsided grin appeared on his face. “Not very sure about that.” 

BOKUTO

At last, your fiancé, superstar athlete Bokuto Koutaro, will be arriving home tonight. It has been several months since he’s been away to train and to participate in the Olympics. Now, he’ll be coming home after playing with his utmost best.  

You were standing, waiting for him in anticipation at the airport. This was the moment you’d been waiting for and your face immediately lit up after seeing him walk from the arrivals. His eyes were still sleepy with his pillow still latched around his neck.  

In anticipation, you took a step forward approaching him, but the reporters and his fans beat you to it. Now, he’s swarmed with the crowd taking pictures and asking him questions. Some of them were even bumping into you and all you could do was watch. You were just a mere ordinary citizen, lurking in the shadows of those who admire him.  

You clutch on your chest. You were truly happy for him. Genuinely happy for the recognition he’s receiving. He deserved every bit of it, but...How you’d wish to be closer to him. Be the home he goes back to where he could be just Koutarou, the loving and silly boy you came to love. You just missed him so much. 

A bitter smile appeared on your face, surrendering to your fate until his eyes met yours across the sea of people. He glowed radiantly, beaming at the sight of you. Without hesitation and despite everybody else around, he made a way for himself towards you. 

With so much excitement, you yelped as he hugged you tight and carried you that your legs hooked around him in reflex. Koutarou peppered kisses over your face cooing so lovely that he finally got to see and be with his most adorable Y/N. You giggled, getting a little ticklish with his kisses.  

“Babe, babe! Not here!” You protest in middle of chuckling. “There are people around.” 

Koutarou pouted. “But I miss you so much.” 

“Me too,” you said in a wide grin and he giggled like a school kid finally getting his favorite toy as present.  

He rubbed his nose against yours. “Let’s go home!” 

@pixelcafe-network

[hyeque]

adored and admired [kuroo tetsurō]

notes: just reader fawning over kuroo in glasses, definitely not projecting any simping of my own into this

word count: idk

“tetsuro, you’re cute.”

“eh?”

your husband quickly jerks his head up, wondering if he heard your statement correctly.

“i said you’re cute.” you repeat, pinching his cheek. he scowls and pushes your hand away, his eyebrows knitting together in frustration.

“‘m not cute, men aren’t supposed to be ‘cute’.” he huffs, cheeks puffing up into a pout. you laugh because the action only makes him appear even cuter than he already is.

“but you are, so why is it a crime for you to be cute?” you argue, leaning into his body. “are you saying that i’m wrong?”

he sputters, becoming even more flustered, “n-no! you’re never wrong, you can’t ever be—” he rubs the back of his head sheepishly, “but don’t you think it’s a bit much?”

you tilt your head to the side. “what is?”

“your comments,” he answers, “they’re just glasses. it’s not anything special.”

recently kuroo had gotten glasses and while not outwardly saying it, you can tell they’re an insecurity of his. he doesn’t always wear them—most of the time putting in contacts—but when he does, it’s usually at home or when he’s doing work late in his office. only you have the pleasure of seeing him in them.

“kuroo tetsurō, you deserve to be adored and admired.” you say, booping him on the nose and planting a kiss on his forehead. you get up to go back to your errands and he sits there, eyes following you like a lost puppy as he reminisces over your words, a warm feeling blooming in his chest. he sits up a little straighter.

adored and admired. huh.

you think he looks handsome and particularly soft in the way that he concentrates on what he’s working on. at times he pushes the frames up onto his bed of hair to rub the tiredness out of his eyes. his work tie loose and shirt wrinkled beyond repair from the day’s work. this is when you’d slip by with coffee and tell him to take a needed break.

he’d wear them when the two of you would be curled up on the couch watching a movie, and you couldn’t help yourself some times; you’d find yourself admiring and staring at him in awe because the rounded frames flattered him so well. he looks so soft and studious.

you told him to take better care of them after you find yourself cleaning them frequently and putting them away in their respective case so that they don’t get damaged. often times when he’d lose them he turned to you to ask where they were since you always knew.

kuroo often complains of the tiny indents left behind on the bridge of his nose from the frames, in which you only lean over, lift the frames, and kiss the spot. he instantly grows quiet every time.

the soft greeting of a, “good morning pretty boy” makes a pink hue appear on the apples of his cheeks when you two pass each other in the kitchen and his bleary eyes are hidden behind the frames. post sleep kuroo is a sight to behold and cherish.

on a facetime call with kuroo’s old collegues from high school, bokuto protests that he’s “outnumbered” by the glasses freaks. akaashi and tsukishima ignore this statement. to your shock, hearing kuroo proudly proclaim that you thought he looked cute, and that bokuto’s “small brain” wouldn’t understand unless he has a pretty significant other to appreciate him. this statement would’ve made you scold him, but it was the first time he seemed confident in wearing them.

you always thought the day that kuroo didn’t have his eye contacts would be the day the world would end. but seeing him bustle around one morning before work with his glasses on as he brews coffee makes you stop in your tracks.

the glasses and suit combo may be too powerful.

kuroo hums a good morning, secretly awaiting the “pretty boy” comment but is met with silence. he looks up to ask what’s wrong, but is met with your eyes wide as saucers.

“why are you staring at me like that?” he becomes shy under your gaze, shifting a bit. it’s a wonder how even after marriage, he still manages to get that way when you look at him for an extended amount of time.

you try to play coy for drooling. “i can’t admire how pretty my husband looks?”

he rolls his eyes, a crooked grin on his face as he rests a hand on his hip in typical fashion. “of course you can, but you’re scheming,” he narrows his eyes, “so what is it?”

“it’s just…you’ve never worn these at work before.” you nod to his glasses, resting your chin on your hands. “are you going to be okay until you get your contacts?”

he shrugs, grumbling, “yeah, it’s not a big deal…what’s wrong with changing things up?”

“nothing, i just remember you vowed to never wear them while at work.” you shrug.

kuroo turns his nose up, “i never said that, that’s an entirely false statement. you said i looked cute, so why would i care about what anyone else thinks?” he puffs out his chest a bit, “you think i’m pretty in them and that’s all that matters.”

you giggle and he scolds you for laughing while he’s trying to be serious.

“sorry, sorry,” you say, laughter dying down, “and you’re right, you’re very pretty in them tets. are you happy now?”

“yes, now can your pretty husband have a kiss please?” he begins to make grabby hands at you, forcefully tugging you within his vicinity as he leans down to your level.

you giggle, “of course he can,” before grabbing the side of his face and planting a kiss on his cheek. when you pull back, a frown is stitched upon his face.

“what’s wrong?”

“that’s…not good enough.” he pouts. his fingers dig deeper into your hips.

you feign confusion. “what do you mean?”

“you missed a spot.” he huffs, fidgeting.

you laugh and push up his glasses before kissing his nose and then moving down to his lips. he relaxes on command at your touch, chasing after your lips with his own to prolong the kiss.

a warm feeling resides over you when you pull away, noting how he’s practically glowing. “is that better?”

“much better,” he hums, smiling, his hair tickling your neck as he briefly nuzzles you, “now i’ll have a great day at work.”

raising a brow you say, “you depend the outcome of your day on my kisses?”

“of course i do, what kind of husband would you take me for if i didn’t?” he sniffs, “your lips score me great business deals.”

he laughs obnoxiously when you hit him playfully in the chest at this statement. you only push his lunch at him.

“okay, glasses-kun,” you nod, before starting back to your shared bedroom, “have a great day and come home safely.”

kuroo immediately starts after you, “h-hey! i thought i told you to stop calling me that!” he protests.

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[seumyo]

Kuroo had imagined that if he ever had a meet-cute with his future girlfriend, it would be something out of a rom-com.

Maybe she’d bump into him in the hallway and drop her books, and their hands would brush as they both reached down. Maybe they’d get locked in the school’s storage closet and have no choice but to talk, discovering they had an undeniable connection. Maybe he’d do something particularly cool in front of her—like nail an impossible volleyball save—and she’d be so impressed that she’d fall for him on the spot.

You know, a great story to tell his future kids later on.

What he did not imagine was this.

He had barely settled into his seat in chemistry lab class when the teacher rattled off instructions about the elements they’d be working with today. Kuroo, who had only half-listened, glanced at the laminated periodic table on their lab station. There were a lot of elements, and he was already regretting not paying closer attention. With a sigh, he turned to the girl beside him.

“Hey, can you check which elements we’re supposed to—”

He paused.

For one, you looked a little startled, like you hadn’t expected him to speak to you so soon. Your lips parted slightly, and your fingers thrummed against the edge of the table, but you didn’t immediately respond. Kuroo furrowed his brows.

Maybe you didn’t hear him?

Before he could repeat himself, you blinked a few times and slowly turned to the periodic table. Your expression shifted into something that could only be described as deep concentration, like you were trying to decipher some ancient text rather than a chart of chemical elements.

Seconds passed.

Then a full minute.

Kuroo’s eyebrows inched up.

Still, no answer.

“Give me a second.”

Ah, there it was.

He could see your eyes darting over the periodic table, and every few moments, you squinted slightly, as if you were trying to bring the tiny printed words into focus. Another thirty seconds passed. He tilted his head, watching as you leaned forward a little, your eyes locked on the chart like your life depended on it.

You would probably set it on fire at this point from how intense you were looking.

“…You good?” he finally asked, unable to stop the curious edge in his voice.

You straightened up so fast it was like you had been caught doing something embarrassing. Which, judging by the way you suddenly looked anywhere but at him, you probably had.

“I, um—” You hesitated, biting your lip. Then, after what seemed to be an internal debate, you let out a small sigh. “I actually, uh, forgot my glasses at home.”

Oh.

Oh.

Kuroo blinked, his amusement only growing. That explained a lot.

“That bad, huh?” he asked, resting his elbow on the table and propping his chin on his hand.

“Not terrible,” you muttered, though the way you still weren’t looking at him suggested otherwise. “I can still see—just not, you know, well.”

That made him chuckle.

“Well, that’s going to be a little problem, isn’t it?”

You let out a small, almost defeated laugh. “Probably.”

Kuroo grinned and turned his attention back to the chart, skimming for the elements the teacher had mentioned. “Alright, let’s see… We’ve got—” He rattled off a few element names and their symbols, glancing at you to make sure you were following along.

Then, as if remembering you had an actual task to contribute to, you quickly dropped your gaze back on the textbook for reference. “You don’t have to—”

“Nah, it’s fine,” he interrupted smoothly. “What were the elements again? Aluminum, zinc, and—what was the last one?”

Still looking a little overwhelmed by the sheer speed at which this whole interaction was happening, you answered, “Um. Magnesium.”

“Magnesium, got it.” Kuroo tapped the page, making sure you could at least see where he was pointing. “Here, let’s work on this together. I’ll read it out, and you can double-check if I’m not mistaken.”

You let out a small, barely-there laugh—so quiet that if Kuroo hadn’t been paying attention, he would’ve missed it. But he was paying attention.

He had been ever since you sat next to him, really. He realized that he paid attention to you more than the teacher himself.

Kuroo read the information to you, sometimes exaggerating just for fun—“And this here, my dear lab partner, is the majestic zinc, element number 30, the unsung hero of batteries everywhere”—which earned him an amused shake of your head. You weren’t exactly talkative, per se, but he caught glimpses of amusement in the way you entertained his nonsense.

This must be the manifestation of that one tweet he posted, “My future wife is probably fake laughing at her boyfriend’s lame jokes rn. Be patient, Queen; a true clown is on the way.”

Now that you weren’t caught off guard, you nodded along, quickly jotting things down in your notes. It was then that Kuroo realized something else.

You hadn’t even introduced yourselves.

“You know,” he said, smiling a little, “I think we skipped a step.”

You paused, looking at him curiously, then back at your worksheet. “What?”

“The whole name thing.” He tapped his pen against the worksheet. “I asked you to do something before I even said hi. That’s pretty rude, huh?”

For the first time since he spoke to you, you actually met his gaze. And then, to his surprise, you cracked a small smile.

“A little, yeah.”

Kuroo chuckled. “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou.”

You tilted your head slightly, and then, like you were amused at how backwards this whole conversation had gone, you finally replied, “[Last Name] [Name].”

“Nice to meet you,” he said. “And don’t worry—I’ll be your eyes for today. And for as long as you’d like.”

“Are you this flirty with every person you meet?”

“Only the ones that know their way around a calculator despite not even looking at it directly.”

You rolled your eyes at that, but he could see how his jokes were getting to you. By the time the teacher walked around to check your progress, Kuroo had already decided that this was way better than any cliché shoujo manga meet-cute.

Because really, what could be more romantic than offering to be someone’s eyes for the day—and maybe even for forever?

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[writingsofanomnivore]

Not whipped

He says he is not whipped, but oh, how could they miss him checking his phone as soon as it’s 5 because now you will be getting off work? He says he is not whipped, but they’ll always catch him smiling at his left ring finger, where the silver band shines under the sun. He says he is not whipped, but how can you miss his smile lines and the crinkles under his eyes? He says he is not whipped, but only a blind man would miss the little blush on his face when someone uses his last name with you—the one you share with him now, though it’s been five years since you got married. He says he is not whipped, but they can’t pretend they didn’t just watch a 6’3 athlete talk to a baby bump about how beautiful it's mom is and how he will do everything he can to keep you both happy.

Yeah, he is not whipped. He is down much worse.

initially wrote this with sakusa in mind but

Sakusa Kiyoomi, Kageyama Tobio(in my headcanon he admits to being whipped but it fits), Tsukishima kei, Kyoutani Kentaro, Futakuchi Kenji, Iwaizumi Hajime

i can't think of anyone rn, blame the exams. let me know if there;s someone else. will edit it once i am sane

[luvnami]

i want to be babied by post time-skip v league division 1 player ushijima wakatoshi

the weather outside is cold. you’re reluctant to leave the warm cocoon you’ve constructed out of the king sized duvet, even as your husband calls for you from the living room. you make a soft, non-commital noise and nuzzle your face into your pillow. there’s the sound of the bedroom door opening. ushijima pads in, his side of the bed dipping under his weight as he sits down. 

“baby,” he says. “i made us breakfast. i was thinking we could eat together.”

you wiggle over to ushijima. you pop your head out of the blanket burrito and he huffs a quiet laugh, thinking to himself that you look like a worm. a cute worm with a bedhead and squinted eyes. he reaches out to comb his fingers through your hair, a poor attempt at smoothing out the nest on your head. 

“come cuddle, toshi,” you mumble sleepily.

“it’s already 9am. i have to leave for training at 10.”

“just a lil’ bit. please?”

ushijima relents. he slides his bedroom slippers off and adjusts himself on the bed, wrapping his limbs around you, duvet and all. you’re warm and you smell like him; you smell like home. 

“just for a little bit,” he promises.

ushijima kisses the soft skin on your temple and you let your eyes fall shut once more, comforted by his weight and warmth. this familiar intimacy has worn its way into your soul, time and time again, till it's become the shape of you and him.

you stay in bed for another five minutes before ushijima insists you join him for breakfast, and he pulls you out even when you whine. outside, the weather’s cold. in your forever home, it's warm.

[alpali]

asking bestfriend!haikyuu boys for a kiss?

kenma

stares at you like you’ve grown two heads

LEEEETHAL. side eye.

“um. no.” He blinks

and you pout

“but why?”

YOURE HIS BESTFRIEND THATS WHY

but he’s also has had the fattest crush on you since like ever

yet he’s still skeptical

“what’s the catch?”

“there isn’t one…?” You tilt your head.

a blush rushes to his cheeks when he nods. your big eyes gleaming at him as you scoot closer

your hands cage his face and his lip juts out, staring at the side

when your noses touch he finally looks at you

a small gasp erupting from him when your lips finally meet his

it’s quick, between a peck and a kiss

you pull away with a smile, giving him an exaggerated kiss on the cheek

“Thanks Ken!”

“Mhm.”

he’s still thinking of the warmth from your lips

yuu

A KISS!?!;$:&;

F-F-FROM YOU!?!

he’s praising every deity known to man

THANKING ALL

for this grave opportunity

“I would be honored.”

he’s so fucking dramatic bye-

on a knee and a hand covering his heart

you snort at his reaction but he doesn’t let up

HES ALLL BARK NO BITE

because the minute your face to face

he is CRUMBLING

his whole body is buzzing, face completely tomato red

“So do we just, like just a kiss, or what did you-”

STEAL THE MANS POOR WORDS FROM HIS MOUTH

because your lips are on his and he’s on cloud nine

his hands twitch but they fly to your waist, squeezing it when you deepen the kiss

he definitely chases your lips when you pull away

successfully landing a peck that makes you giggle

he’s BREATHLESSsss

tsukishima

“Absolutely not.”

“Aw come on Kei, I don’t bite.”

you were his childhood bestfriend

he grew up with you!

And you wanted to kiss him?

scratch that.

just for fun?!

ok MAAAYYYYBE HES thought of it.

BUT ONLY LIKE ONCE…or twice…or

“just a quick one I promise~” you tease, pushing his glasses to the top of his head

he glares at you but of course you don’t miss the way his neck and ears flush red

“this is so dumb.”

As his hands literally circle the small of your back???

“You look cute right now.”

“You said kiss not compliment me.”

“I can’t flatter my bestfriend?”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“Oh?”

He’s gonna die from your teasing

Kei has the biggest soft spot for you so he always goes easy with the come backs

“You’re too tall!” You pout and he grins.

“Oh well.”

You take that as a challenge, pushing him on the couch and kissing him straight on the lips

HE IS FROZEEENNN

EYES WIDEEE

with a furious blush on his face

Literally panting after, staring at you in complete awe

osamu

Blushes almost IMMEDIATELY

but he absolutely swears he’s nonchalant

like bro you’re about to shit yourself.

He has to make sure he heard you right

“Ya want a kiss?”

You hum and he quirks a brow

He leans down swiftly, pecking you on your temple

You melt at the act but laugh

“No on the lips silly.”

“Yer crazy.” He huffs, crossing his arms

“Come on samu!”

“No.”

“Please!!”

He glances at you.

“This ain’t gonna change anything?”

“Of course not.”

You wanted to be reassuring but he wished you said it would.

“Fine, C’mere.”

HE ACTS LIKE HE DOESNT WANT IT

grumbling and everything

But the minute your lips meet his, he’s softening

At your disposal

His hands quickly cupping your face, pulling you into him

kinda a makeout sesh tbh….

You guys def had a lot to talk about after that…

© alplai

[sugarwarachan]

iwaizumi with a size and dumbification kink watching you fuck yourself stupid on his dick, smirking at how your inner thighs tremble against his tummy, how you have to lean forward to rest your hands on his chest and catch your breath because you’re stretched so obscenely around him, the syrupy pull of your inner walls milking his cock dry and telling him everything he needs to know, “feels good to be fucked nice and deep, doesn’t it, baby?”

[semiis]

their cuddle positions w/haikyuu

pairing: various x reader

genre: headcanons ; fluff

warning(s): none

a/n: this is an old post i uploaded on my hq blog from 2020. this was one of my favorites so I thought it was be nice to post it again. back then, i went with the ones i wrote for so i'm keeping it just the way it is. i’m really sorry if your favorite isn’t there. i hope you guys like them !!

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atsumu, ushijima, daichi ⥼ the sweetheart cradle. i personally think this would be his go to cuddling position. his arm wrapped around you, holding you close while he lays on his back, your head buried deep into his chest while you inhale the scent of his cologne. most definitely pats or strokes your head as a sign of comfort or whispers nothing but comforting words to you. 

suna, kageyama, tsukishima ⥼ the leg hug. i don’t know why, but this is definitely you guy’s go to. the two of you would be chilling on either one’s bed, sleeping, on the phone, playing games etc. while one of your legs are entangled together. it’s much more relaxing to him and you both get the physical contact you were craving from each other. 

oikawa, sugawara, kita, asahi ⥼ the honeymoon hug. oikawa loves the physical affection between you two and whenever he’s feeling touch starved this is his go to. the both of you are entwined together, holding the other tight, arms wrapped around each other - almost as if refusing to let go. his chin (or yours) is delicately propped up on top of yours. he can feel your breath against the crook of his neck and he adores it. sometimes find him or yourself peppering soft kisses on the other. 

bokuto, lev, yamaguchi ⥼ the spoon. he loves cuddling, especially when it’s with you. he mostly loves cuddling after a long day a practice when he’s beat and worn out.  he lives for having his arms securely around your torso while your back is pressed up against his chest. you would sometimes find his hands caressing your sides or arms and he’d be eager to leave the most tender kisses against the back of your neck. 

hinata, osamu, noya, tanaka ⥼ the butt pillow. you or him laying on your stomach while the other has their head propped up on your butt. also an easy way to tease his s/o. he loves it. the “best pillow in the room” and the only one you guys want to lay your head against. it’s common if he strokes/caresses your leg, might even draw an invisible heart on it. 

tendou, kuroo, iwaizumi, semi ⥼ the cradle. he enjoys when you're laying on top of him, legs on either side of his body, cradling him while his arms hold you firm against his chest. you listen to the sound of his heartbeat and almost find yourself falling asleep to the soothing, rhythmic sound. 

kenma, sakusa, akaashi ⥼ the lap pillow. he’s fond of laying his head in your lap and often finds himself doing it every time he comes over to your place and vice versa. play with his hair, stroke his cheek with your finger, boop his nose, bend over to place kisses on his face - all of them would make him melt. loves peering up at your face from that angle and admires just how attractive you are. 

© semiis 2024 ; do not translate, repost, modify, or copy my work.

[act-nat-ural]

Currently thinking about Osamu who despite being extremely athletic for most of his life, is slowly not working out as much in his recent years. Between planning your wedding, opening Miya Onigiri, and welcoming your first child, he hasn’t had the time nor energy. All this combined he's slowly growing softer around the edges, and man does it drive you crazy.

You were relaxing, reading a book on your shared bed when he walks in after having showered. Towel wrapped around his waist, his figure on display. He was still wet, water droplets slowly creeping down his chest. His belly was starting to poke out a little, and you loved it. He was very broad, still some muscle left, and combined with the chub he was looking quite tempting.

You start squealing and hide your face in the pillow, kicking your legs. He laughs and walks over, still getting the floor wet. “The hells up with ya?” You giggle and peek from behind the pillow. 

“You’re way too hot. I can’t handle it.” As soon as you say that you burst into giggles again, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise, a slight smirk on his face. 

“Ya think so? I noticed I’ve put on some weight and was thinking of hittin’ the gym-” 

“No! Please! I love it!” He hums and leans over you, nearly pressing against you.

“Well, if you insist.”

note: gnawing on the bars of my enclosure…..

[toorusmoon]

thinking about oikawa having a minor fall during the olympic games and as he’s being helped off the court he realizes that iwaizumi had immediately ran to him, despite oikawa having a team athletic trainer