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even with a mustache | matsukawa issei

genre: fluffy feel good junk, matsukawai issei x fem!reader, established relationship

warnings: curse words + kissing thats it

a/n: im srry i keep disappearing lol this is a draft from mid july and its not my fav but im just hypercritical per usual, enjoy :)

wc: 785

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“fuck!”

issei winced for the fourth time in approximately fifteen seconds, his slender hands that previously pressed casually against your thighs now dug into your flesh.

“issei,” you groaned, pulling yourself and the tweezers you held away from his face. “i need you. to stay still.”

“babe, are you kidding? this shit hurts!” he grumbled, rubbing two digits to the spot on his bushy eyebrows that you just plucked. “why did i agree to let you do this again?”

you pursed your lips, staring down at your dark-haired lover.

really, why did he agree?

for starters, his eyebrows were far too thick for casual plucking considering your novice skills.

plus, he quite literally couldn’t sit still even for a single pluck, blurting out obscenities and complaining about how badly it hurt like he hadn’t done so already.

it was destined to fail from the start.

“you know we can stop, right?” you mentioned again, cupping his cheek with your free hand.

he sighed, eyes fluttering instantly as he basked in the softness of your touch in comparison to the wrath of the tweezers.

“i know, but..” he looked up at you, poking his tongue with his cheek.

“but….” you gestured at him to continue.

“do you know how fuckin’ sexy you look when you concentrate?” he jokingly rolled his eyes to the back of his head, letting out a satisfied grunt.

you rolled your eyes, casually waving off his words. in reality, a fluttering feeling built in your stomach.

sure, you and issei had been dating for a while now, but you hadn’t gotten use to his cheeky compliments, his constant flirting and the fact that he’s never been shy at showering every single part of you in love.

“oh, stop it,” you shyly mumbled, eyes traveling to his hands on your thighs and you were suddenly made aware of the proximity you had to him.

“but i’m serious.” he thumbed the skin of your thigh before pressing two fingers under your chin and making you look at him. “now keep going. i’ll be still, i promise.”

you sighed before nodding, returning to your position in front of his face.

his eyes followed you, watching you in awe as you traced the shape of his brow before finding a stray hair and attempting to pluck.

maybe you shouldn’t have believed him, because his entire body jolted, and a hand flies up to his face again, knocking the tweezers out of your hand and feet away from you across his room.

“holy shit,” he groaned, shaking his head in disbelief. “i think you just plucked part of my brain.”

“issei, i told you we should stop.” you said exasperatedly before pressing a hand over his temple. “let me see.”

he groaned before moving his hand away. just as you suspected, there was not even a knick on his eyebrow or an inkling that you’d been plucking it in the first place.

“okay, i think we should give up, honestly.”

“fair.” he furrowed his brows a few times, as if trying to rid of the weird throbbing sensation. “but can i have a kiss? y’know, for trying at least?” 

“mmmm…” you squinted as if deep in thought before jerking your head in the direction of the hairs growing on his upper lip. “if i can pluck your mustache.” you joked.

“mmmm…” he mocked you. “if that means i get to pluck yours, too.”

you flinched, eyes widening before a hand flew up to cover your lips. “issei!”

he grinned devilishly, watching your facial expression transform to one of horror.

“i was joking!”

“that’s not funny.” you glared at him, hand still over your lips.

“oh, c’mon..” he squeezed your thigh in an attempt to reassure you. “you gotta admit it was a little funny.”

“it wasn’t.” you insisted, frowning before running your fingers over your upper lip in search of stray hairs. “you really think i have a mustache?”

“babe,” he shook his head, giving you an exasperated look. “you don’t have a mustache.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, knowing deep down you would just eventually give in to his soft eyes and toothy grin.

“but just so you know…” he pressed his forehead against yours. “i would still kiss you even if you did.”

he didn’t even give you a second to respond before promptly pressing his lips against yours, hands circling the flesh of your thighs. 

the fluttering feeling in your stomach returned and he pulled away slightly, still close enough that you felt his breath fan your mouth and his lips ghost yours.

“plus,” he murmured. “i think you would look sexy with a mustache.”

your boyfriend was such a dumbass sometimes.

#matsukawa issei x reader #issei x reader #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa fluff #matsukawa issei fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #im sorry this is stupid lol

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enough | hanamaki takahiro

genre: heavy angst to fluff, a *lil* bittersweet lmao, timeskip!hanamaki takahiro x fem!reader/gn!reader, established relationship

warnings pls pls read: money problems, cursing littered in a lot of places, mentions of feelings like depression, exhaustion, loneliness, crying, etc., blood mentioned *once* (it’s from a callus, it is nothing extreme but i want to state it explicitly anyways) if there’s anything else brought to my attention ill fix accordingly

a/n: hi!!!! it’s been like two weeks since i’ve posted, i’ve been in a slump, but i’m going to genuinely try to be more consistent and kind to myself abt wat i create! also every thing i’ve ever written on here is ib my personal experiences

heads up tho, i havent read the manga and this is just my dramatized take on his life post-time skip and certain things may be inaccurate 

enjoy!

also proofread at 4 am lol

wc: 1385

PLS GIVE THIS FIC A CHANCE ITS NOT ALL SAD I PROMISE

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if hanamaki takahiro were to say he’s “tired,” one would deem it a grave understatement.

he’s not just tired.

he’s drained.

for starters, he’s worked three back to back shifts and it was barely reaching wednesday. monday at the deli was tough, considering he spent twelve straight hours packaging and stocking prosciutto and mozzarella sandwiches and arranging bags of kettle-cooked chips by flavor across the aisles of the store.

tuesday was even harder, the double shift at the restaurant hitting his already fatigued body like a brick. it was tiring enough to run around speedily clearing dishes and wiping down tables for six hours but it was absolute overkill to then spend the entire night cleaning the restaurant and prepping it for the morning crew.

6:39 am.

that was when takahiro finally left the restaurant, forcing his sluggish sore limbs to make the trek to the train station for the long ride back home.

in truth, the word “tired” barely even scratched the surface.

but he needed the money.

he needed it badly.

bills were always lingering on the brim of takahiro’s mind: the rent, the light bill, the water, the electricity. it left with him the constant urge to move, to work, to always be on the lookout for his next paycheck.

and of course, this wasn’t the best arrangement nor was it the life he’d hoped for.

of course, regret encompassed him, bound itself to his very being.

he wished he went pro after his glory days at aoba johsai, that he’d tried a little harder to be something. maybe then he’d have the opportunity to play in argentina, to travel the world, or to get signed by a sports brand just for the sake of it.

of course, he always felt a pang of jealousy for the ones that made it big.

even the ones who didn’t.

the ones with stable incomes, who could sustain themselves with only one job, who owned compact sized cars, who could actually save a single dime with hopes of eventually going on vacation.

deep down, he was jealous of them, too.

and he wondered, as he finally stepped foot on the train heading north, feeling the ache in his heels settle, if this would ever feel like enough.

if working two jobs back to back would ever amount to any feeling of satisfaction, if it was okay that he would only ever be remembered as the guy who didn’t go pro, who never got his degree, who was barely getting by.

he really didn’t think so.

because how could it be enough?

how could he have nothing to show for the life he lived?

sometimes, takahiro felt almost as if he was cursed. that life had dealt him the worst of cards just to see him crack underneath the pressure.

a lot of times, he did.

he had his fair share of low moments: the time he found himself shedding tears in the back of the deli, hiding behind loaves of rye bread and cold cuts hoping nobody would catch him.

or the time he bandaged his own bleeding foot by himself at the restaurant because his calluses broke open and everyone else was simply too busy to help.

in these moments, hanamaki felt so alone.

as if the world had forgotten him, had continued to spin on its axis, leaving him alone to figure out its rotation.

in these moments, he really just wanted to run away from it all.

to quit his jobs and just disappear for some time.

but he couldn’t.

because hanamaki takahiro had also learned that in every shitty day or moment, there was a flip side.

there had to be a sliver of hope in the midst of darkness.

7:32 am. 

that was when hanamaki got home.

he stood for a moment, fumbling with various receipts and trinkets in his pocket before he finding his keys and opening the door.

it was quiet. 

he could only hear the whirr of the shaky air conditioner and the hum of morning birds outside the bay windows of the living room. he took one step inside, wincing at the ache in his legs and sharp jab of pain up his spine.

locking the door behind him, he slipped off his shoes before the silence was broken.

“baby?” your soft sleepy voice rang through the apartment, making his body jump.

he was sure you’d be sleeping by now.

“hey, babe.” he let out a exhale of relief that you were the source of noise. “sorry if i woke you.” 

you sat up from your position laying on the couch, shaking your head incessantly while wiping the grog from your eyes.

“no,” you quickly spoke. “i was waiting for you.”

his heart skipped a beat looking at you, your eyes half-lidded from exhaustion with dark circles underneath them, your hair completely disheveled from your awkward sleeping position on the couch, and you wore his old seijoh jersey that was too large and slipped down your shoulders, the hem falling just above your knees.

you looked at him, offering a soft smile before beckoning him over to you. “work must’ve fucking sucked, c’mere.”

and you were so right.

it was awful.

he took lengthy strides over to you before dropping onto the couch, his head finding its way to your lap.

your fingers instinctively reached to stroke his soft locks and he sighed, leaning into your touch.

“are you hungry?” you murmured. “i made udon earlier. it’s cold now so you’ll have to warm it up.”

he was hungry, desperately so after not having a moment to get even a small snack in at work, but he wanted to stay here for just a little longer, pressed into you, feeling the pads of your fingers against his scalp, smelling your conditioner and listening to the softness of your voice.

he shook his head, and you laughed, knowingly nodding. “okay, you can eat it later.”

“how was work for you?” he questioned, eyes fluttering closed at serenity of the moment.

you hummed, fingers still locked into his hair. “shitty. you know, usual bullshit with customers. but i think with my next paycheck, we’ll make the rent.”

his eyes snapped open to look up at you, and you were staring down at him, an excited smile on your face when you locked eyes.

and takahiro knew you had hopes and dreams, that you wanted to go back to school and get your degree and have a normal job, and eventually buy a house and car, and maybe have kids, but you always said that part wearily, claiming you both should start off the family off with a pet first.

he knew you wanted something different. you’d told him.

but even now, in this moment as he stared up at you, saddened by the fact that the future you hoped for was nowhere in sight, there was no inkling of disappointment in your eyes, no what-if, no questioning of if it was enough.

you looked at him like the life you had was all you’d ever asked for.

as if of course it was enough.

before he knew it, a single tear rolled down his cheek.

your eyes widened and you moved a hand to his cheek, wiping the tear away.

“i love you.” he stated, a few more lone tears sliding down his face.

your face softened before you squeezed his cheek with your hand.

“hey.” you beckoned him to sit up.

he followed, sitting up to face your frame on the couch. “don’t cry ‘cus we made the rent. there’s always other bills you can pay. if that’s what you’re worried about.”

and he laughed, nodding while tears spilled over his irises and he watched you through bleary eyes, wipe each one away and pull him into an embrace.

“i love you. you know that, right? i’ll always love you.”

hanamaki takahiro realized that in this lifetime, he doesn’t need a sports deal, or a compact car, or trips to argentina. even if life were to always be this hard, if he was always teetering on the in-between, if this was all the universe had to offer him, that was okay.

because it had granted him you.

and you, alone, were more than enough.

#hanamaki takahiro x reader #hanamaki takahiro fluff #hanamaki takahiro angst #haikyuu! x reader #hanamaki fluff #hanamaki angst #no bc its almost 5 am and im working tmrw

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we look good together | kyoutani kentarou

genre: tooth rotting fluff, probably the cutest thing ive ever written,,,kyoutani kentarou x fem!reader, established relationship :D

warnings: cursing, kissing, semi-making out but for like 2 seconds, taking pics in a photobooth

a/n: i got this idea from the photobooth videos on tik tok cus they make me yearn so so badly. decided to write this for kyou bc this little mad dog bitch has me in a chokehold, plus i know everyone likes to think hes like mean as hell and scary (i do too bc like thats so sexy) but when hes in love i promise hes so soft📜✍🏾

wc: 854 

kyoutani ruins your pictures.

not in a literal sense, but you’ve come to the realization that every time you snap a picture with him or of him, whether it’s off guard or planned, he looks effortlessly sexy. 

from the cut of his jaw to the slight pout of his lips, his annoyingly long eyelashes and the fact that you can always see his muscled build through his shirt, your boyfriend is the most photogenic little shit in the whole world.

it doesn’t help that he’s kinda smug about it, snickering when he takes bad pictures of you and watches you whine about how unfair it is.

still, he reassures you, peppering soft kisses all over your skin with his hands grabbing your waist. 

he’ll stare you down, copper eyes boring directly into yours, and he quickly swipes his tongue over his lips before murmuring, “but we look really fucking good together, don’t we, babe?”

you give in, of course. 

it’s not until you find yourself in a ramshackle photobooth in a hidden corner of the mall with kyoutani besides you that you start to understand the truth of his words.

“so….what am i supposed to do?” his head tilts awkwardly towards you, a few creases appearing in his forehead from his raised eyebrows.

you’re trying to adjust your hair in the small rectangular box that displays a fuzzy outline of the both of you. “uhh, i don’t know, ken, you’re the hot one in this relationship.”

“well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean i know what to do in a photobooth.”  

your head whips towards him in shock, blanching at his smirking face. “oh, so you agree with me?” 

“babe,” he grins, turning his face slightly towards the camera. “you know i’m kidding.” 

click.

you immediately wince as you get a glance of the first shot on the larger screen. your eyes are lidded and blurry and your mouth is contorted upwards in offense. and of course, there kyoutani is in all of his glory, grinning stupidly at the camera, showing off the dimples under his eyes, his veneer-like smile, his plump lips and his soft skin. 

“ken,” you whine. “i wasn’t ready!” 

he tries to hold his laughter back before inching closer to you. “here, it’s okay, look at the camera this time.” 

3.

you pout before your eyes turn to the small camera and you muster up your best smile. 

2.

kyoutani slings an arm around you and you lean into him. 

1.

click. 

your entire chest warms at the picture on the screen, noting the way his entire face is turned towards you and his eyes stare at you lovingly. you have the biggest goofy smile on your face, and his arm grips your shoulder.

“kennnn, this one’s so cute.” 

his cheeks turn pink while he sheepishly rubs a hand behind his neck. “i wasn’t even ready that time.” 

the third photo, you both mimic the classic “ice in my veins” pose, lips tucked between your teeth, eyes squinted and hand outstretched.

click.

by the last one, you’re a giggling mess and kyoutani is shaking his head, shyly smiling at how ridiculous you both look.

“okay, last one.” you turn to him, unsure of your last pose.

3.

“shit, what do we do?” his eyes travel between you and the camera.

2.

“uhh,” your voice trails off, awkwardly fiddling with your fingers in your lap.

1.

before you know it, one of kyoutani’s hands is pulling your face into a kiss, his other one instinctively wrapping around your neck.

click. 

you smile against his lips before kissing back, smelling the soft scent of his cologne and tasting the chapstick he applied just before the two of you got in the booth. 

he pulls you closer to him, one firm hand sliding down to rub your thigh. 

you gasp a little, and he chuckles before sliding his tongue against your bottom lip, sucking for a few seconds and pushing his tongue inside your mouth.

you pull away panting, knowing that if you went on for any longer, your body would completely melt into him.

“ken,” you mumble. 

“hm?” he turns your face to him before pressing a soft peck on your lips. 

“ken. public. remember?” you gesture to the photobooth you’re both still sitting in, and he rolls his eyes.

“yeah, well, what are they gonna do about me kissing my hot photogenic girlfriend?” 

you laugh while sliding out of the booth with him, grabbing the photos from the small opening at the base.

he wraps his hand around your waist, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as your fingers trace the cute pink hearts theme around the photos. 

“babe, did you choose that?” he snorts, squinting at the girly theme. 

“yeah,” you look up at him, trying to read his facial expression. “do you not like it?” 

his eyes glance at the pictures again and back to your wide eyes and he smiles. “no, i love it. really. told you we look good together. always. right?”

he presses a soft kiss on your forehead and your heart skips a beat. 

yeah, he’s definitely right.

#kyoutani kentarou x reader #kyoutani x reader #kyoutani fluff #haikyuu! x reader #kyotani kentaro x reader #kyotani x reader #kyotani fluff #HES SO CUTE BYEEE

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father’s day | ushijima wakatoshi

genre: smutty, no seggs tho :p ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader/gn!reader, established relationship

warnings: use of the word daddy, making out, thats like all i can think of though? oh he was making oatmeal. sorry if u hate that,,, i thought it was like generic breakfast food

a/n: im back again! this time with filth. father’s day was two days ago so yeah that was the idea for this. i was originally gonna write this fic for nanami (jjk) but ushijima feels like nanami adjacent right??? lol anyways lets not judge me for this also sorry if it sucks haha im proofreading at like 3 am rn 

minors dont interact with this PLEASE 

wc: 794

“happy father’s day, daddy.”

ushijima’s entire body tensed and you see his back muscles expand from the involuntary flexing. 

you never really used that word with him, considering he wasn’t the father of your children (yet) nor was he an avid advocate for lewd terms of endearment.

but today was father’s day, and he just looked so good, his brown tufts falling over his face, the sharp curve of his jaw, his pajama bottoms that rested lower than usual, exposing his soft happy trail. 

it didn’t help that when you tiptoed into the kitchen that morning, you found him softly grumbling to himself about how he didn’t have some of the ingredients to prep your oatmeal. 

in sum, you felt as though the paternal acclamation was well-deserved. 

he let silence sit in the air for a few seconds, and your body jittered in anticipation. 

“what?” 

per usual, his voice was particularly monotone, showing no hint of interest. you couldn’t say you didn’t expect it, but it still disappointed you that he didn’t seem even a little phased by the new use of the term. 

“o-oh, nothing, just—good morning!” you casually tried to switch the flow of conversation, tugging awkwardly at the hem of your shirt. “how’d you sleep?” 

his body was still tense and thick hands gripped the bowl full of oatmeal. 

“fine.” his voice boomed. “how did you sleep?” 

“oh, hm, i slept okay. i missed you this morning.” you slyly stepped over to him and wrapped your arms around his bare torso, fingers sliding over the hardened muscle. “can’t sleep without you next to me, y’know?”

“are you hungry?” he questioned, seemingly trying to preoccupy himself with prepping your oatmeal, eyes teetering between the kettle on the stove and the small bowl on the counter.

“yes, toshi, thank you.” you hummed and placed your head against his back. 

he let out a soft exhale before turning to you, dark eyes searching yours. 

“i want to ask you something.” he mumbled before slowly intertwining your fingers. 

you’d already forgotten your failed attempt to rile him up just minutes ago and were now preoccupied with his romantic gesture.

“yeah, anything, toshi, what’s up?” you offered an encouraging expression, eyes curious.

his brow furrowed in concern as he spoke again.

“what did you call me?” 

and there it was, the immediate shift in his aura. suddenly, you felt yourself shrinking under his piercing gaze and your knees weakened at the feeling of his calloused rough fingers in yours.

“u-um…” you stammered. “t-toshi? i-i always call you that!” 

it was a ridiculous attempt to save face, and you knew he’d caught you in your lie. 

he shook his head, eyes never once leaving your smaller frame. “when you walked in the kitchen, what’d you say?” 

you felt your body burn with embarrassment and you dropped your head. “nothing. it..it was stupid, okay?”

his hand moved to stroke your cheek, and you were sure he’d just let you know, like usual, he doesn’t do good with pet names and it was cute, but he doesn’t need those things—

“i want to hear you say it.” 

your head snapped up in shock to look at him. his eyes stared down at you expectantly, and his tongue swiped out, wetting his lips. your body buzzed with excitement, and you let out a shaky exhale. 

“i said…..happy father’s day, daddy.” 

he turned his head away slightly and closed his eyes, groaning while biting the inside of his cheek. 

“again.” 

you looked up at him, baffled. it was so unlike him to even entertain something as crude as this, yet there he was, basking in its very filth, commanding you to say it again. 

“toshi...i cant. i’m so embarrassed.” you whined, turning your face away from him. 

“please.” he breathed while pushing your back softly against the granite of the kitchen island. 

truthfully, you were stunned. ushijima never acted so brash or explicitly begged you to indulge in things like this.

but at the same time, you were enjoying every second of it. 

“daddy.” you looked up at him, eyelashes fluttering. 

the last thing you saw were his hunger-filled eyes before he smashed his lips on yours. you let out a squeak at the force, but quickly melted into him, the softness of his lips, the scent of his aftershave, the fading stubble on his chin. 

he grunted, sounding almost animalistic as he wedged his muscled leg in between yours. 

your stomach churned and you felt like your entire body was on fire, moaning softly as his rough hands explored you. 

“i…” he murmured against your lips as he pressed himself closer to you, hands roaming. “i like that a lot.” 

maybe the oatmeal would have to wait. 

#ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x reader #wakatoshi x reader #ushijima smut #haikyuu!! x reader #why do i feel like this mf doesnt actually know how to make oatmeal

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there is no feeling better than this | tsukishima kei

genre: VERY FLUFFY, like hk tooth-rotting fluff, tsukishima kei x fem!reader, established relationship

warnings: curse words scattered in there somewhere, kei being a total simp for you and helping you bleach (dye??) your hair, other than that i cant think of much! just a really cute late nite moment

a/n: i havent posted in a while so hi its me again heres some fluff <3 fun fact: when i first watched haikyuu in like 2016, tsukki was my favorite character. also pls send requests im running out of scenarios to write abt with my pea brain 

wc: 844

“fuck it, i’m dyeing it.” you announce to kei while soft sounds of morning birds travel through the living room window.

it was an impulse decision: granted, you were running on nothing but adrenaline, having spent the entire night surveying diy hair dye videos with your boyfriend by your side.

he stares at you, eyes skeptical before shaking his head.

“you know, you’ve said that a hundred times.”

“well, this time, i’m serious! and i’ll do it by myself!” you exclaim, walking over the bathroom where the various bottles of store-bought hair dye, bleach and developer are scattered. “in a little bit, you might not even recognize me. mark my words.”

he snorts from the living room couch. “well, if it looks ugly, i’m leaving you.”

you roll your eyes, sliding on a pair of latex gloves to mix the ammonia-scented chemicals together to lather on your head.

you’ll prove him wrong.

at least you thought you would.

20 minutes later, you sprint into the living room, eyes welling with tears of frustration. “kei, i need your help. i can’t see if i’m getting the bleach in the right spots in the back and it’s stressing me out. can you do it, please?”

“oh?” he blinks and pushes his frames up to the bridge of his nose, eyes narrowing.

“what happened to ‘i can do it by myself’?” he mocks you, although getting up to follow you back to the bathroom.

truth be told, tsukishima hates seeing you upset, especially if he can easily salvage the situation. whether it was helping you find the word that was on the tip of your tongue, or zipping up a dress that’d been frustrating you to no end, even if you ask him to fill in the unbleached spots in the back of your head after you previously claimed you could do it without him, he always obliges.

he may never admit it, but he loves the way you praise him afterwards, your lips curving upwards and uttering admiration, your eyes softening while you throw your arms around him in gratitude. he loves every second of it, and does everything he can to see you do it over and over again.

“well, i could do it by myself,” you jokingly lied. “but since you’re here and everything, you might as well give it a shot.”

he huffs, slipping on a pair of latex gloves and dipping the brush into the bowl of bleach.

“whatever.”

you bend your head to offer him better access, and he got a glimpse of you in the mirror.

you’re tapping your foot anxiously with your lip caught in your teeth, and his chest warms at the sight of you, all the nervous habits of yours that he’s familiar with, and all the trust you put in him to make things right again.

“this stuff smells like shit, y’know?” his nose scrunches before he applies the brush on a section.

“ugh, i know, right?” you laugh knowingly, your body slightly shaking under him. “but i’m gonna wash my hair after this.”

he lets out a hum, having always been obsessed with the scent of your shampoo, shoving his face into your hair whenever you hug him or lay on his chest.

“does it hurt?” he pauses, looking down at you. like he expected, your eyes are warm and the biggest smile appears on your face.

“no, no, i’m okay!” you quickly reassure him, pressing a soft hand on his thigh. 

these are the moments tsukishima can never forget: the version of yourself only he gets to see. how your eyes crinkle at the sides and you couldn’t even wipe the grin off your face if you wanted to. to know that he is the only one who can make you feel that way makes him love you all the more.

“done.” tsukishima quickly pulls the latex gloves off his fingers, disposing them in the garbage. his eyes follow you as you carefully wrap a plastic shower cap on your head to seal the bleach.

“alright, 30 minutes and i’ll put the color in.” you turn to face him, a loving smile on your face.

he raises an eyebrow. “what?”

“hmmm…nothing. just thinking about how i have the best boyfriend in the world.”

his cheeks turn a unmistakable shade of pink before he covers them with his lanky fingers, pushing up his frames again.

“oh, shutup.”

you grin, tugging on the fabric of his shirt to pull him towards you.

he almost gives in before he remembers and steps back. “you’re gonna get your bleach on my shirt.”

“shit, i forgot.” you nod before slightly pouting. “..so i can’t touch you for 30 minutes?”

he furrows his brows before slouching to meet your eyes. your eyes widen and he chuckles at the way you bashfully respond to him even after months of dating. 

“nah. i think i can fix that.” he says before pressing his lips on yours softly, feeling you smile against him.

he’s sure that there is no feeling better than this. 

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #kei x reader #tsukishima fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #tsukishima kei fluff

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intentional | akaashi keiji

genre: fluffy to suggestive, sorta smutty but nothing crazy, fem!reader x akaashi keiji, college!au

warnings: a few curse words, soft dom keiji, back rubs 

a/n: are back rubs r inherently sensual? lets discuss. i kinda dont like how this came out but fuck it! happy friday!! self-indulgent bc i just got my second dose of the vaccine and it made my back hurt :| not super serious tho! i j wish i could cuddle with keiji like theres truly no other way i want to spend my weekend

wc: does 800 words count as a drabble lol 

“i really missed you, y’know?” keiji mumbled into your shoulder blade, soft lips and hair teasing your exposed skin. 

your chest warmed at his words and you turned slightly to place a kiss on his crown before resting your head atop his. “keiji, i really missed you too.” 

you’re currently pressed against him in the most intrusive albeit loving way: your legs wrapped around his torso and his hands tucked at the base of your ass, playfully fondling the soft and fleshy skin that poked out of your shorts. 

this is all thanks to keiji’s insistence to cuddle as soon as you arrived at his dorm.

and you had been cuddling. 

for the past ninety minutes.

you didn’t mind. 

honestly, you leaned into it.

the week had kicked both you and keiji’s ass, considering the copious amount of work and stress the final weeks of your semesters brought about. 

this, unfortunately, also meant a lot less time spent with each other. 

which is why you didn’t mind spending hours nestled into his larger frame. 

at least, in your head, you didn’t mind. 

your back, however, was begging for semblance of relief. 

sitting at a 90 degree angle while straddling your boyfriend’s legs was clearly not meant for long term commitment. 

unfortunately, every time you made any attempt to adjust, keiji’s eyes looked distraught at you as if you were going to leave (you weren’t) and his hands frantically tightened their grip on you as if you were to disappear (again, you weren’t. also that wasn’t even possible.) 

so you gave in for a while, but the searing pain that festered in the middle of your back was becoming unbearable.

“keiji.” you groaned, making attempts to pull away. 

“hmm? wait.” he mumbled, evidently confused as his hands around your ass stiffen. “i don’t wanna stop cuddling.”

“no, no, i don’t either. but my back hurts like a motherfucker.” 

his head lifts up to meet your eyes and you look down at him, pout forming on your lips. 

“oh, fuck, i’m sorry. i didn’t even realize.” he looked at you apologetically, shaking his head. 

“no, keiji! it’s not your fault, i probably should’ve said something earlier.” you offered a reassuring smile. 

his almost trance-like gaze danced on you for a second before he spoke again. “can i try something?” 

one of his hands immediately moved from under you and is placed firmly on your back. 

his fingers then trace the route of your spine, from the bottom to top and finally rest at the nape of your neck, making the hairs stand up. 

it’s a feeling you are familiar with, as keiji has always been an affectionate boyfriend, but your stomach still drops. 

he does this a few more times, and you bite your lip while hiding your face in the bridge of his collarbone and neck. 

you’re sure it’s not intentional, as keiji has never really been the type to tease you or make you question his motives, but the odd feeling in your stomach turns into soft waves of pleasure. 

his hands stop at the middle of your spine. 

“is this okay?” he starts rubbing circles into your back through the fabric of your t-shirt (his t-shirt*) and the waves of pleasure quickly transform into surges. 

ah, this fucker.

you hum and nod softly into his neck. 

you’d received massages before from masseuses and friends alike but for the most part, they all felt completely cordial. 

there was something about how keiji touched you, the way his hand was unyielding in its task, continuously rubbing slow yet strong circles into your back. 

it made your mind wander to the many other ways he uses his hands on you. 

his hair tickled the side of your face while he pressed ghost kisses onto your neck and quite frankly, it was making you short circuit. 

you inhaled sharply, trying not to move in fear of accidentally stimulating yourself further.

instead, you settled on the soft semi-involuntary breaths and hums that continued to escape you. 

eventually, he stops.

instantly, you whine almost pathetically, and your head moved back to make eye contact with him pleadingly. 

his facial expression shocked you. 

his eyes are lidded, and he licks his lips in attempts to dampen them. 

“that felt good, yeah?” he murmured, eyes dancing between your startled gaze and pursed lips. 

you nodded, and his hand suddenly was firmly pressed back on you. 

“well...” he breathed before pressing the lightest kiss on your lips.

you leaned into him, hoping he would give in. 

he smiled into the kiss as the hand on your back begins to move slowly again and the other thumbs the drawstring of your shorts. “i should do this more often, no?” 

well, fuck.

you’re starting to think this was all intentional.

#akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi x reader #keiji x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #lemon SBDJFSHD ill never stop calling it this pLZ #akaashi smut #akaashi smut sort of #like semi smut #akaashi keiji smut #me when i lie

[howisavedtheworld]

how i love you | kuroo tetsuro

genre: fluff again! i cant help myself ok😩 kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader, established relationship i guess

warnings: kuroo being a huge flirt,, some curse words i think, nothing serious honestly just going on a date w kuroo and eating spicy ramen, if u dont like spicy food im srry u do for the sake of this fic LOL <3

a/n: kuroo is a total flirt like he will play it off just to see u get embarrassed GOD i NEED IT,,,right NOW 💳💥✋🏾

wc: a short and sweet 954 :)

“are you sure? you literally hate spicy ramen, tetsu.” your boyfriend’s eyes peek over at you from his menu, glints of determination ever present.

“ugh, i already told you, babe.” he whines. “i’m building my spice tolerance! i’m tired of my tongue only being able to handle sweet things.” his eyebrows wiggle suggestively at you, and you press your lips into a tight line.

“i have no idea what you mean by tha-“

“oh, you have no idea?” his menu falls quickly to the table as he leans towards you in the dimly-lit booth.

you hide your face behind your menu, ignoring his half-witted advances.

“nope. no clue. anyways, i’m thinking of getting the nagoya ra-“

“no, babe, babe. let me explain. basically what i was trying to say is that i really like sweet things.”

“what are you thinking of getting?” you try to evade him. “i know you said you wanted to get something spicy, but maybe you should play it saf-“

“by far my favorite thing to eat, oh, and it’s a really, really sweet thing is p-“ his voice mimics a purr, sending vibrations to your entire body.

“kuroo.” you tilt your menu towards him to make eye contact pleadingly. “we’re in public.”

his face contorts to one of confusion as he scoffs.

you realize that he’s caught you in the web of sexual tension that he built.

“huh? what were you thinking of? i was gonna say pie. apple pie. kenma’s been sharing them with me, and i didn’t even realize how much i liked them!” there’s a playful gleam in his eyes now, and you let out the breath you were holding.

“ohmygod, i hate you.” you groan, lightly smacking his arm with your menu. “i hope your ramen is too spicy and you can’t even finish it.��

he lets out a hearty laugh, and his familiar calloused fingers grasp yours affectionately.

“let’s hope not, cus i really do want this ramen.”

while his words ring true, you have a gut feeling that this will not go in his favor.

your gut feeling is right.

just two orders of piping hot ramen bowls later, kuroo tetsurou is a babbling mess.

his shirt is now stained from the reddish broth, and his lips are plump, embodying a deep shade of pink.

every two seconds, he takes a sharp inhale and he won’t stop begging you for yet another sip of your water.

you indulge him, of course, sliding your glass over to his side of the booth.

“don’t say i didn’t warn you, tetsu.” you shake your head, watching him effortlessly chug down your full glass of ice water.

he places it back down with a satisfied ah! and looks at you, a dribble of water chasing down his chin.

“thanks,” he grins. his smile slowly wipes away as he glances down at his still full and steaming bowl, letting out a few exaggerated whines.

you chuckle, taking a few bites out of yours easily.

he marvels at you, a soft exclamation leaving his lips.

“how the hell do you do that?”

you shrug. “you know i like spicy food, babe.”

“you’re amazing, you know that?”

you roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up at his words. it’s just like tetsuro to make such a bold claim about you doing something as simple as eating ramen.

“i’m serious!” he gapes at you. “i can barely eat this!”

“thanks, babe.” you respond weakly, having never gotten used to the ease with which he finds the things you do worthy of praise. “we just have different spice tolerances. everyone does. don’t feel bad.”

he snorts. “okay, now you’re just pitying me. see how mine was actually sweet? you’re all like,” his voice switches to a mocking tone. “your tongue is sooo underdeveloped but don’t feel bad about your stupid little tastebuds.”

your mouth drops abruptly, and you let out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.

“i didn’t even say that!”

“but i could tell, i could decipher what you meant-“

“that’s not what i meant!”

“yeah, okay.” he jokingly grumbles while you let yourself be consumed by your laughter.

it’s just like tetsuro to do things like this as well. to make all of your moments of love be filled with just as much laughter, to remind you that he has so much love for you that it spills into every thing he does. every joke he cracks at you is an attempt to see you smile, every time his fingers clasp in yours, he’s sending a signal. even the time he gets spicy ramen knowing he has no spice tolerance, he does it to feel even closer to you. to let you know that his love exceeds any inkling of uncertainty, that he would hang the moon and stars just to prove it.

“babe, honestly, this water didn’t really help much. do you think i could get a kiss?” his eyes look hopeful towards you, and you smile.

“yeah. tetsu, of course.”

you both lean in, eyes locked on each other until your lips ghost.

you smile again, hand moving to caress his face.

he pushes into you first, lips soft and familiar, and you taste his chapstick, and the aftermath of spicy ramen.

most of all, you can feel the way he loves you.

when he pulls away, he stirs for a second, holding up a finger.

you look at him expectantly, not realizing that he just had to let out a hefty burp.

“kuroo!” you pull away, waving away the scent of spicy ramen and egg. “why in my face?”

“sorry, babe. it’s how you know i love you.”

you will always be sure of that.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #fluff #haikyuu!! fluff #why isnt he real #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro fluff

[howisavedtheworld]

danger zone | suna rintaro

genre: pretty suggestive!!!! i guess it’s smutty at best but no actual sex lol suna rintaro x fem!reader 

warnings: making out w suna in his car,,,,,,,,,cursing, this mf has an ear kink SHDFSDF im NOT taking constructive criticism tbh... like im shamelessly posting this at 7 am and havent gotten any sleep #girlboss 

a/n: remember way back when we used to call stuff like this lemon..LOL??? well now im writing it instead of reading it like the whore i am :L for reference, i’ll probably always be writing in college au, which is y hes 19 here

minors dni pls. 

wc: 673

you didn’t mean to figure it out. 

it kind of just happened.

initially, you assumed it was just because it was a warm day. 

that because the two of you were so close, fingers exploring every inch of each others’ eager frames in the back of his car, it was almost impossible not to feel a little overstimulated. 

it didn’t help that you wore the skirt he loved. 

after all, he was just a horny 19 year old boy. 

right? 

you swore that you knew most, if not all, of the things that turned suna on, like the skirt he liked and the feeling of your chest against his, but you were completely shocked as to what happened next.

just as the pads of your fingers softly tugged at the lobe of his left ear, he elicited a guttural growl, one you’d never heard before, and he bucked his hips towards you instinctually.

you flinched back, the noise completely distracting you from the warm hand that was pushing up your skirt just moments ago. 

“s-suna? are you okay, did i do something? are you hurt?” panic seeped into your features and you attempted to move back.

he stopped you in the midst of your process, shaking his head. “no, no, there’s nothing. i’m fine, fuck. can we—uh, can we keep going?” he tripped over his words but his eyes looked up at you hopeful. 

you paused to stare at him. his dark hair was pushed out of his face by one of the elastic hairbands you’d given him and his lips were plump, decorated with flecks of your sparking lip gloss. 

he ran a quick swipe of his tongue over his lips, evidently eager to kiss you again. 

ah, well. fuck it, right? he’s too hot to resist. 

your lips touched again, and you moaned into his mouth, sensing his hunger for you. his hands returned their respective places on your body, one thumb stroking your inner thigh and a firm hand pressing you closer to him.

you felt him getting restless under you, and you decided to test what happened again.

both of your hands moved to cup his face, and you let a few fingers stroke his right lobe. 

he hummed into your mouth, as if to alert you that you were moving in the right direction. his tongue wrapped around yours, and you took it a final step further.

your other hand stroked his left cheek, before you allowed a few fingers to softly tug at his left lobe again. 

“oh—oh, fuck.” suna groaned into your mouth and you smiled against his lips, finally catching on.

“riiiiin,” you pouted and pulled back, much to his dismay. “were you never gonna tell me?” 

his brows immediately furrowed as he tried to feign innocence.

“huh, what? babe, what are you talking about?”

“you have a fetish for EARS! your left ear to be exact!” you said through laughter.

“what? no? no, i literally do—“

“rin!”

“i don’t, where did you even get that f—“

“rintaro.” you said more sternly, locking eyes with him, a smirk on your face. 

he tried to maintain eye contact but broke quickly, his eyes falling to your thighs now that he knew he’d been caught.

“okay, yeah, maybe i do like when you touch my ear.”

“just like? you’re practically about to jump out of your fucking jeans..admit it, you love it.” you snorted, giving his cheek a few light taps with your hand. 

he groaned, hands moving to cover his face. 

“thisissofuckingembarrassing, youdontunderstand.” he mumbled quickly through his hands. 

you pouted again, leaning in to press your forehead against his.

“can i tell you a secret?” you murmured. 

his eyes traveled down to your lips, and back up to your eyes again.

“i think...” your hand moved to his ear again, and his breath hitched. 

“i think it’s so fucking hot.” 

and that was all it took for his lips to be back on yours, completely giving in to you. 

“really? do it again then.”

#suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #lemon???? sjdfskd #haikyuu x reader #suna rintaro smut #still dont know how to tag #im SORRY abt the ear kink

[howisavedtheworld]

i got you | matsukawa issei

genre: fluffy 2 the max, fem!reader x frat guy!mattsun (but not like the annoying disgusting frat guys LFSJDFJS) college!au  

warnings: alcohol/drinking, drunk ass reader sfsjdfsd, its really up to you if its underage LOL 

a/n: matsukawa is the love of my life. i know he would take good care of his gf if she was drunk as hell. im undecided if i like how this came out but im posting anyways! ty for reading :D

wc: 1.4k (crazy bc i wanted it to be less than 1k lol oops)

you are not a disaster drunk. 

at least, that is what you’d known to be true in all your years of alcohol consumption. oftentimes, you were the assigned mother of the group when your friends spent a night downing shots in a sleazy bar. you’d held back hair and kept a colossal number of heads from falling into public toilet seats when their escapades turned left. 

it wasn’t like you quite minded either. 

you figured it was better to be the safe haven than the one needing saving.

matsukawa issei, on the other hand, is a downright disaster drunk. 

every time he passes his limit, which he often does, he loses most of his motor functions, and becomes heavily reliant on anybody willing. every word he does manage to get out is followed by a hiccup. then a burp. and finally, a foreshadowing gag. 

you’d seen it before, and frequently had to drag his disorderly six foot frame to bed after he hurled into your toilet. 

you knew what you were signing up for. 

after all, you’d met him at his very own frat party. 

he’d been drunk enough to spill an entire white claw on you and promptly begged to make it up to you with your favorite drink of all time. you had to explain to him that it wasn’t an alcoholic beverage, but he still insisted on treating you anyways. 

eventually, he became your boyfriend and you adored him despite his inability to drink in moderation. 

the only thing that you found semi-endearing about his inebriation was the fact that he forgets that the two of you are separate beings. instead, he clings to you like duct tape, his burly arms clutching your waist and head lolling back and forth between your shoulder and neck affectionately. 

he especially likes to speak when drunk, slurring and whining things along the lines of: 

“you are so pretty, you do know that, right?”

“how did i get so damn lucky?” 

“you’re the best girlfriend ever.” 

a sliver of you considers that he says these things purely out of intoxication, but you like to believe a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts. 

you never brought these moments back up to issei in fear of his dismissal of them. instead, you cherish them secretly, stroking his curls while he lays with his head in your chest when the night finally ends. 

you continue to indulge these whimsical scenarios in which he actually does mean the things he says, and it works for a while. the little untold truth feels harmless. 

it isn’t until the roles were reversed that you find yourself in a frenzy. 

hanamaki, issei’s best friend from high school and another member of his frat, decides to throw a party for his 21st birthday. that meant booze was oozing from every corner of the enormous communal house, and sweaty bodies were scattered around every inch. 

issei had told you prior to the party that he actually wasn’t going to drink, explaining that he was still recovering from the previous night in which he and hanamaki drank a dangerous amount that left him vomiting for hours. 

“this night,” he exclaimed earlier that day with a foolish grin. “this night is yours, babe.”

you’d had a stressful week anyways, and figured you might as well take advantage of the free alcohol.

it had been a while since you’d drank. naturally, you’d forgotten the importance of pacing. 

though the shots initially burned in the back of your throat, everything you downed started to taste more and more like water and the space around you felt less and less tangible. you were sure mattsun had been at your side all night, but time blurred to a point where you knew little of what was truly going on.   

unsure of how much you drank, your eyes eventually opened to see you were slumped against issei’s broad shoulders with your legs wrapped around his waist. 

“i cant believe it, babe.” a strong hand rubbed circles into your back as he hiked you up the stairs leading to his apartment. “i thought you only drank a few shots, but next thing i knew you were just gone. look how the tables turned, am i right?”

he let out a soft chuckle, finally reaching the door of his room. your head was spinning rapidly, and you groaned, trying to move back to make sense of the space around you.

he lets out a curious hum, but a hand moves to keep your head in place. 

“no can do, babe.” the sound of a key jingling and door shifting lets you know you’ve finally made it back. “i’m glad you’re up, but if you move too quickly, you might vomit. i got you.”

you let out a whine, but your head drops back into the dip of issei’s shoulder. 

how had you gotten this fucked up? 

again, you didn’t mind taking care of him or any of your other friends, understanding the nature of college, but to be on the receiving end meant to endure your self-inflicted humiliation. 

“alright, let’s get you some water. oh wait—no, i might have some gatorade left in the fridge.” he mumbles to himself, navigating around the kitchen island.

your eyes fluttered, far too heavy to open, and your body focused instead on processing the sounds around you. 

the fridge opening. 

a soft tsk. 

tap water flowing.

the soft pad of his feet.

a door opening. 

he had finally softly situated you (or at least tried to) in his bed, but a heavy pang ravaged your skull from the change in position, forcing you to loudly groan. 

issei hummed knowingly, and his hand quickly moved to support the back of your head.

“here, baby. here. can you drink this for me?” he coaxed. 

your eyes blinked open to see him holding a glass of water closely to your face, straw dangling in front of your lips. 

you complied, hoping the water would make your insufferable headache dissipate. 

“that’s it, thank you. drink it all if you can. if you want more, i’ll get you more.”

you do finish the glass, and your head falls back into the hand behind it.

you’re too ashamed to look at him, but you feel his eyes on you.

the empty glass against the table.

his soft breathing. 

“you feeling okay, baby? do you think you wanna throw up?”

you shake your head carefully, fearing too much movement would trigger another session of heavy pulsating. 

“okay, baby. i’m here. whatever you need.”

his hand behind your head tenderly found its way to your scalp, softly massaging the skin. 

you had no idea, but you were letting out appreciative sighs. 

“that feels nice, babe? okay, i’ll keep going then.” 

you finally got enough of a grip on yourself to glance up at him. 

he was staring down at you lovingly, lips turned upward in an unabashed smile. 

there was no hint of the shame or disappointment you feared he would have towards you. actually, the only thing you could sense from him was love. 

“i-issei.” you managed to whisper. 

“yeah?” he softly spoke, looking at you expectantly.

“i’m sorry.” 

he shakes his head in disbelief, immediately moving to sit in front of you. 

“sorry for what? for having a stressful week? being a college student?” he let out an exasperated laugh, fingers still rubbing your scalp.

“you don’t have to apologize to me. how many times have you done this for me? you’re my girlfriend. i’ll always take care of you, you know? i’m lucky i even have you. sometimes i don’t even believe it.” he murmured.

“that i got you. the kindest, most beautiful girl in this world. that you gave me, some random guy in a frat your time of day. i’m always shocked. thank you for choosing me.” 

your body froze at the impromptu confession, and your feelings of chagrin and fear dissolved into nothingness. 

it was evident that issei loved you, that his drunk words didn’t even compare to his sober ones.  

“i love you.” you weakly whispered back.

he leaned in to press a light kiss to your forehead. 

“i love you, too. you know i got you, babe.” he said, smiling. “forever.”

#matsukawa issei x reader #haikyuu x reader #mattsukawa issei #matsukawa issei fluff #not sure how to tag yet lol #haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! x reader #matsukawa x reader