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Pick a Haikyuu character and a number and I’ll shuffle through my Spotify likes and make a fanfiction summary pt 1.

1. Overture - Kageyama x male!Reader

It’s Kageyama’s second year at Karasuno High and when he looks at you for the first time, he can’t help but see a younger version of himself. It’s like looking at a distorted mirror. You’re another naturally gifted setter from a powerhouse school with a firmly set scowl and an all-consuming passion for volleyball. Kageyama thinks that maybe it’s wrong to have favorites but when he sees the blush bloom down your neck as maneuvers your hands into the proper form, he knows that it’s already far too late.

2. we fell in love in october - Kiyoko x fem!Reader

Shimizu Kiyoko has been your best friend since as long as you can remember. You weren’t quite opposites but it was a close second - your brash words and cigarette smoke on your breath a sharp contrast to her serious nature and effortless coolness. You were never jealous of one another, only ever supportive. She watched you fall in love again and again and never complained when you came back to her sobbing. It’s when your on-again-off-again boyfriend is once more an ex-boyfriend that you realize what’s going on. You’re face down in her bed, her long fingers are gently stroking your hair, and you think, oh my god, I’m in love.

3. safe & sound - Bokuto x gn!Reader

Your parents never approved of your dream of becoming a mangaka. They never hit you or raised their voices to you but what they gave you was a different kind of hurt, no less deep and just as impactful. In the end, you throw away all of your artwork, your half-baked comics and crushed dreams tossed into the trash. You pursue a career in graphic design just like they asked, miserable with every class you take. You don’t expect to see your crumpled art plastered across twitter, all stemming from the account of Bokuto Kōtarō, outside hitter for the MSBY Black Jackals.

“Please help me find this person,” the tweet reads, “I want to meet them and tell them that their art is beautiful!”

4. Teenage Dream - Tendou x fem!Reader

For Tendou Satori, February 14th is just another day. It doesn’t mean anything to him in particular. He’s not the kind of guy to get Valentine’s Day sweets - so when he does get homemade confession chocolates and a love letter to boot, everyone on the volleyball team has heard about it. What no one really knows is who exactly gave Tendou the sweets-

alternatively, it’s a lovely Valentine’s Day and you’ve just gathered up the courage to confess to your crush of three years.

5. paper rings - Asashi x male!Reader

The first time you meet Asahi Azumane, it feels like the world has bloomed anew, colors bursting at the seams, and everything is rose-tinted with love. Unfortunately for you, it’s not reciprocated. Asahi is nice and gentle and kind and he rejects you at every turn. Your his boss’s nephew, he says, he couldn’t possibly date you. That doesn’t deter you in the slightest.

“Azumane Asahi,” you declare, “I’m going to make you fall in love with me within 30 days or less!”

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awkward! sakusa accidentally jizzing his pants when he makes out with someone

hnnnh

— awkward / virgin! sakusa + fluff + embarrassment + gn! reader

he tells himself its the intimacy- that must be why hes shaking so bad, how close you are to him- how good you smell. its something hes never experienced before with anyone else. he didn’t know it’d feel this /good/ to have someone on his lap, the heat of their body so close to his own- huffing shared breaths between your mouths when you pull away.

his hands shake, plopped down on the couch- on either side of you two. they form tight balls of pure want and longing. it doesnt take him long to shakily move them up towards your body, dropping them once before he tries again.

you can tell there’s something bubbling beneath his careful exterior, his clammy hands hover over your hips, not really knowing if its okay to touch you.

“its okay kiyoomi.” you whisper- taking his heated hands in yours, soothing them down onto your waist.

sakusa swallows hard, blinking away the stars that dance along his vision when he feels you. he cant help but squeeze out a low moan when you lean back down and kiss him again.

he doesnt know what to say anymore, doesnt know why the added feeling of his hands against you does him in. he feels like he cant breathe, you detach from him, alerted by his squirming.

“omi?” your voice is soft, sweet- wondering whats wrong.

but he cant look at you, cant stave off the orgasm that hits him, hisses at the swell of his cock in his pants, all before he arches his back- bucking up into you, the force of it makes you squeak and he chokes back a sob.

it doesnt take long for you to realize exactly whats going on, all you can really do is stare at his face, watching his mouth hang open slightly, puffing out choked noises. he thrusts up two times more, dizzy with the weight of you settling right over his twitching cock.

he falls back onto the couch in a heap, hands still holding onto your waist, just a touch tighter, head falling forward to hide himself from your gaze.

theres embarrassment, shame that comes once hes came- hard- in his pants. he cant look at you, cant move you- because the slick and sticky heat makes him wince.

you sit on top of him in complete silence, looking at the blush that crawls up his neck and paints his cheeks and the tip of his ears red.

“omi- its okay.” you whisper, “- it happens.”

curling your fingers up into the short parts of his wavy hair, tilting his head up so that he looks at you.

“its okay, and frankly, really hot.” you breathe, he looks at you- mouth still parted, still recovering from his orgasm, still dazed with heavy eyes and for the twentieth time that night, you steal all words from him.

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— love notes

pairing: asahi azumane/gn!reader

wordcount: 705

genre: fluff

cw: none, that i can think of!

note: so,, this is my debut piece, huh? i’m always open to constructive criticism, so please, feel free to let me know where i can improve. anyways, this is kinda short but i really hope you enjoy it! :’)

summary: you have a tendency to steal asahi’s clothes! he is very much aware of this any uses it to his advantage. one day, you find something in the pocket of your favourite hoodie...

recommended song: ‘luv note’ by chloe moriondo

It was no secret that you loved to steal your boyfriend’s clothes. Every chance you got, you’d slip on one of his large jumpers, the soothing scent of fresh linen and his sweet cologne enveloping your senses. The soft fabric that brushed against your skin gave you the warmth and comfort you craved. It was, also, no secret that your boyfriend, Asahi Azumane, loved to see his significant other wearing his clothes. To him, it was unbelievably attractive to watch how his favourite hoodie clung to your beautiful body. He found it adorable, when he’d catch you breathing in his familiar smell, with a content look on your precious face. You always looked so cosy.

On some mornings, Asahi will be rushing around, late for work; you had probably refused to release him from your early cuddling session. He’d be frantically rummaging through his cluttered wardrobe in search of a certain piece.

“Baby, have you seen my jumper?” He asks, stumbling into the kitchen. “You know the one with the –“

Only – you’re standing there, wearing nothing but the hoodie he was looking for. You silently scoop another spoonful of cereal into your mouth and he can’t help but stare in awe.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” You say, innocently, just barely looking at him from the corner of your eyes. His deep chuckle dances through the morning air.

“It’s okay, it looks better on you anyway.” And a soft kiss was placed upon your forehead.

This seemed to happen more often than not, and so, an idea formed inside his head. On this particular morning, Asahi was up extra early for work and you were still peacefully sleeping. A loving smile crept across his lips as he took in the endearing sight that laid before him. You were awkwardly sprawled out upon the warm sheets, with one leg poking out from under the covers. Your mouth was open ever so slightly, leaving enough room for small snores to escape, as the luminous sun rested upon your glowing skin.

Before he left, Asahi took out a small piece of paper and began to quickly scribble something down. Making sure that you were completely unaware, he silently slipped it into the pocket of the jumper you wore the most, then rushed off to work.

Much later, you wake up, alone. It was your day off so maybe you didn’t mind so much… though it would have been nice to have company. You prance over to your boyfriend’s wardrobe, a smug expression on your features, as you pick out your favourite hoodie. It was large and fuzzy, and perhaps the softest material you had ever felt. Waltzing into the kitchen, you rest your hands within the pocket, only to feel something brush against your fingertips; and the sound of crinkling paper. Immediately, you whip out the culprit and unfold the small letter.

good morning, beautiful!

i hope you have an amazing day.

i can’t wait to see your pretty face and

hear all about it.

love from, your asahi.

p.s make sure you don’t skip breakfast. (►˛◄’!)

It was short and simple but you still felt a blush stain your cheeks. You two had been together for sometime now and yet, he still managed to make you feel that same kind of child–like giddiness – the kind you felt when you first met. You go on about your day, cherishing the note, with a constant smile. When he finally arrives home, you don’t mention the letter, but you shower your man with plenty of kisses and prepare his favourite meal; he took this as a good sign.

From then on, there would be a new note each day. Every time you stole a hoodie or a pair of joggers, you’d automatically feel for paper. On some days, you’d get a silly little drawing, a deep poem (he has a talent for poetry), or even details about a reservation he’s made for the two of you that night. Maybe, the excitement of finding a new letter made you steal his clothes more often… All you knew was that this little act of love, this kind gesture, was enough to make your days feel brighter.

© ausahi 2020.

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Karasuno Boys’ Volleyball Club as John Mulaney Quotes

Third Years

Daichi Sawamura: You know those days where you’re like “This might as well happen?”

Kōshi Sugawara:  My vibe is more “you could pour hot soup in my lap and I’d probably apologize to you”.

Asahi Azumane:  College was like a four-year game show called ‘Do my friends hate me or do I just need to go to sleep?’

Second Years

Yū Nishinoya: Sometimes people ask “what do you think you’re doing”. But that just means stop. They didn’t actually want to know my thought process.

Ryūnosuke Tanaka: Would you like me to kill that guy for you? Because I will totally kill that guy for you

Chikara Ennoshita: It's 100% easier not to do things than to do them.

Hisashi Kinoshita: In terms of instant relief, cancelling plans is like heroin.

Kazuhito Narita: Late at night, on the street, women will see me as a threat. That is funny, yeah! It's kind of flattering in its own way, but at the same time, it's weird because, like, I'm still afraid of being kidnapped.

First Years

Tobio Kageyama: When I'm walking down the street I don't think anybody goes, 'Hey look at that man', they're just like 'Woah, that tall child looks terrible'. 

Shōyō Hinata: I look back on being 17 and think, ‘Oh my God, how did I not die?’

Kei Tsukishima: One black coffee.

Tadashi Yamaguchi:  I’ve never been in a fight before, though maybe you could tell that from the first moment I walked in

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Phone Sex (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Yearbook Club Fem!Reader)

When you joined the Shiratorizawa Yearbook Club, it was just a fun way to take pictures. You definitely did not expect to be assigned to the Boys’ Volleyball Club. It was such a coveted spot - a lottery system had been created during your second year to decide who would be spending an entire year with the team. In all honesty, you didn’t even recall putting your name into the drawing. It was an interesting challenge getting dynamic shots of the team and avoiding stray balls during practice. Your favorite photos were the ones of jump serves, specifically that of Ushijima Wakatoshi.

There was just something about him... with his beautiful thighs, gorgeous eyes... warm hands so much bigger than your own... In the softness of your lonely bed, you let out a groan. You’ve got it bad, don’t you? So, so bad. Shame and lust mix into an intoxicating fog in your head. There’s no one to hide from here, no one to prove anything to. It’s just you in your dorm, full of want and need. Your hand drifts downward. You might be pretending it’s someone else’s. His. You sigh, a shudder running through you as you unlace your sweatpants, fingers dancing on the edge of your underwear.

You’ve got it bad.

Your cell phone cries out shrilly, a tune to a show that you’ve stopped watching long ago. “Fuck!” you should angrily and answer it with a snap, “what?”

A deep baritone answers you, “I can’t sleep.”

Fuck, you think, fuck you and fuck me. Fuck.

“Ushijima-san,” you start, “I-”

“Wakatoshi,” he corrects. “You can use my given name. I told you before - I don’t mind.”

“Wakatoshi-kun,” you reply back, flipping onto your back. You can feel your core pulse and you ignore it. “Why can’t you sleep? You have a game tomorrow.”

“You won’t be there.”

“Yeah. Cram school.”

“Skip it.”

You can’t help but laugh. “That’s like asking you to skip a volleyball match. Even if I am assigned to the VBC, my education comes first.”

“It’s not the same,” Ushijima insists, “you’re not as passionate about school work as I am volleyball.”

“And what of it? I’m not like you, Wakatoshi-kun, riding high on athletic skill and a volleyball scholarship. I have to study and get a job. Make a living. You know, adulthood.” You gesture uselessly with your free hand and your eyes wander over your dim dorm room. It’s quiet and it’s empty.

“Sorry,” you say, “I’m sure you didn’t just call me to hear me whine. Why can’t you fall asleep?”

“I already told you. You won’t be there.” You don’t know what to say to that. Did he call you just to tell you that? He must take your silence as approval to keep going since you hear him shift and sigh, “I'll miss you.”

That gets your attention. You sit up. “You’ll miss me?”

“I do miss you. I miss you often. When you are not around, I feel sad and restless, like when I’m injured and can’t play in a game.”

What. You feel your brain short-circuiting. What... what is going on?

“I miss you when you’re not watching us practice. I miss looking at your face and hearing your voice. You have a nice voice. I like it. I like it best when you say my name. When you’re cheering for me in the stands.”

“Wakatoshi,” you say and then you stop. Is that a warning? A plea? What are you asking for?

He echoes your name and you shiver.

Silence. You flop back into your bed. Your heart is beating so quickly but it feels like the whole world has stopped. “Wakatoshi... what did you really call me for?”

“I don’t know,” he admits, “I missed you. I wanted to hear your voice. I wanted for you to be with me. In my bed.”

Fuck. You look at the clock on the wall. Midnight. Your cram school starts late, you can afford to sleep in - Wakatoshi can’t. The game starts early but you know they’re leaving even earlier and driving an hour to get to the arena.

“You should go to sleep,” you say instead of all of the other thoughts racing through your mind. “Let me help you, okay? I want to help you. Is... is your roommate there?”

“No,” Wakatoshi replies and his breath hitches ever so slightly, “what-”

“Hush,” you say and though your voice sounds so calm, so cool and collected, your face is hot and you’ve already thrown your arm over your eyes. What the fuck am I doing? “Just listen to me, okay? Only me. Don’t you like the sound of my voice?”

You let yourself go breathless, a little sweeter than normal, a little coy.

“Yes,” Wakatoshi rumbles back and you hear him shift. You see him in your mind’s eye, laying just like you are in his bed, thighs spread wide with one hand gripping his phone, the other wandering to his arousal.

“Are you touching yourself?” Your voice is light and pleasant, like you’re not actively trying to have someone get hard by the sound of your voice alone. He groans into the phone and you feel wicked. Is this what it feels like to be wanted? To be adored? If you were a crueler person, you think you’d be a dangerous foe, but you’re just as enamoured as the voice on the phone. You speak again, a little firmer, “I asked a question, Wakatoshi. Are you touching yourself?”

“I- yes.” More shuffling, more groaning - lighter this time.“What- what are you wearing?”

Sweatpants! you think cheerfully, and a tee-shirt I’ve had since middle school. But that’s not very sexy at all, is it? Your eyes wander around the room. “What am I wearing?” you repeat slowly and then you see it. The jacket he let you borrow yesterday when you had forgotten yours in the yearbook club room. That’ll do beautifully.

“I’m wearing your jacket,” you reply, rising from your bed. With your free hand, you grab it off your desk and throw it over your shoulders.

“Fuck,” he says and it sends shivers down your spine.

“It smells like you,” you admit and tug the fabric over you. The collar is high and brushes against your cheeks. It’s cool to the touch, much cooler than your rapidly heating body. “It’s so big on me, touching my thighs. It’s like I’m drowning in you.”

“I can swim. I wouldn’t let you d-drown,” he stutters out and you bite your lip as you crawl back into your bed. That’s hot. “What are you doing to me?” He sounds like he’s been running, like he’s been playing too hard on the court.

You pause thoughtfully and then smile, “I’m going to make you cum.” Wakatoshi lets out another moan, low and guttural. Your insides clench and you ignore it - for now. “Are you hard? I hope you are. I’m pretty wet. Soaked for you, Wakatoshi. Only you.”

“I should hope so,” he growls and you resist the urge to laugh. Instead, you lick your lips, making sure that he can hear you, hear the pop of your lips when they separate.

“What are you going to do about it? Your hot throbbing cock,” you wince, just a bit - was that too much? “My wet pussy...” You let your voice trail off. If it’s too much, you’ll back off. He just has to ask.

“I’m going to touch myself,” Wakatoshi replies, not missing a beat. “I’m going to think about you, about touching you, holding you down, kissing you-” He makes a choking sound. “Fuck. I- I need-”

“I know what you need. You need me. I’ll give you it to you. Just listen to me, alright? Just listen to my voice. I’m here for you. How wet are you? Wet enough to-” You swallow hard. When did your saliva get so thick? “Wet enough to slide down my throat?”

“I- I don’t think so- I- I have lube.” He’s panting now and you think you can hear his hips thrusting, just a tiny bit. You grin.

“That’s naughty,” you chide, “but I want you to use it for now, okay? You can rub your cock across my pussy, get it all nice and wet for me so you can use my throat. I’ll be able to taste myself when you push past my lips. Do you remember what my lips look like?”

“Yes,” Wakatoshi gasps, “yes. I’ll never forget. They’re so pretty, so fucking pretty.” There’s more shuffling on his end, more wet, slick noises leaking through the speaker and into your ears. Your insides are hot and pulsating but you ignore it for now. You have other things on your mind.

“You're pushing past my lips, all swollen from kissing you and flushed. Slowly, all the way to the back of my throat. Can you do that for me? I want to feel you in my mouth, taste you on my tongue. You’re big but I manage. My eyes are watering, just a bit. You made me cry when we first met. Do you remember that?”

You sure remember that. It was a volleyball to the back of the head for you and a sizable lump that didn’t disappear for days.

“Yeah,” he answers and then laughs, “I felt bad but you looked so cute. I wanted to wipe away your tears and then wreck you all over again. Ha-! I- I’m sorry, that’s-”

You cut him off, “It’s okay. You’re okay, Wakatoshi. I want that. I want you to make it hurt. You make it hurt so good. Can you start thrusting? I want to feel you stretching my lips, stretching my throat on your fat cock.”

He stutters and cries out your name.

“I want you to fuck my face, Wakatoshi. Can you do that for me? You don’t have to worry about me. I’m only focused on you. I want to make you feel good. Can you cum in my mouth? I wanna feel you spasm in my mouth, wanna feel your cum down my throat. Can you do that for me? Can you cum for me? Please cum for me, Wakatoshi. I want it. I want it so bad. I want you, Wakatoshi, please- please cum for me.”

His orgasm catches you by surprise, though there’s really no way it should. He cries out your name and you smile, feeling wicked again. You’re good at this.

“You did good, Wakatoshi. Clean yourself up, okay? And then I want you to go to sleep. You have a long day tomorrow.”

“You didn’t-” he starts and you stop him with a little sigh.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m alright. Tonight was for you. Clean yourself up and go to sleep, alright? Put your phone down and close your eyes.”

“Okay,” Wakatoshi replies and you hear him swallow thickly. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Wakatoshi.”

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Before You Follow + Rules + WIPs

Before You Follow;

- This is an 18+ space. I don’t want to get in trouble with anyone anywhere so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Your time will come, please be patient and enjoy your youth - you will miss it.

- I write both SFW and NSFW content and will attempt to tag appropriately. Please be mindful of your time here - you are solely responsible for your own online experience.

- Trigger warnings will be tagged as such: “tw alcohol”.

- Please don’t steal any work posted here. It’ll make me really sad. If something inspires you or you want to use an idea, just ask and make sure to tag me so I can see it too!

- I am not here to be anyone’s therapist. I want to make friends and share content but I am NOT responsible for your well-being and cannot help you overcome any depression/suicidal thoughts/trauma/etc. that you are facing. Please seek professional help.

Rules;

- I reserve the right to refuse any requests at any time for any reason.

- As of right now, I will only be writing for Haikyuu!! characters. If there is another fandom you are interested, please reach out and we can discuss it.

- I’m aiming for quality over quantity so please be patient with me. Feel free to ask for any updates.

- I will NOT write:

- Snuff

- Scat/watersports (ok let’s be honest here watersports is up for debate BUT I’M GOING TO UNPACK THAT LATER)

- Vomit

- Shotacon/Lolicon

- Match-ups (just not my vibes atm)

- Character x OC ships

Works in Progress;

- Pick a character and a number and I’ll shuffle through my likes and make a fanfiction summary (currently accepting requests for this)

- Meet Cute for all the Boys Volleyball Teams

- Female Characters when you do the SOS eyes at them

last updated 11/20/2020