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scandeniall · 10 months

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Nvm this interlude

A/n: I post a solid 3 times a year at this point but I’m back at it again with rn rnb!hq agenda. Iwa is Bryson coded inspired by/quoted song. F!reader. Black coded but no real descriptors (mention of changing hair )

Previous rnb!hq pieces: 1 2

Warnings: as usual 21+, language, suggestive, not edited and from someone who hasn’t written on here since Feb (thanks for the love on the last post tho!)

musician!Iwa pens several songs about you long before yall are ever together. He has wanted you for the longest time fr, like damn near from the day he met you. So when yall become friends and ultimately end up “talking” he makes his intentions real clear through not only his words but in his music. Too bad he’s inconsistent.

“Come here,” Hajime pats his lap motioning for you to sit. “Want you to hear this track.” You couldn’t help but eye him with curiosity from your place on the other side of the couch. He’d come back into town a week now and just now found his way over to your place. With you lack of movement he repeated the action, this time reaching for your hand to assist.

“I can listen from over here.”

Hajime can’t help but let out a low laugh. “Just want you to be a bit more comfortable” You don’t miss the way his eyes trail over your attire. Sleep shorts and a tight tank. Once again he reaches for you, a smirk gracing his features when you oblige.

Once seated one of his hands immediately finds itself on you. Slipped under your tank resting heavily on your skin, his other hand reaches for his phone to hit play”

I got thing to say, I gotta talk to you

Touch down, I just touched down

Guess I gotta start the hunt down

“Its an interlude” he hums out bobbing his head at his work. You nod as you continue listening.

Tryna be a better man

Came to tell you that we gotta stop fuckin’ round

"But you look good, I wanna fuck now

Make these other bitches seem basic"

Those words are said directly into your ear his hand starting to massage at the skin around your stomach.

You a goddess you gracious

The other hand that had been holding the phone comes to the side of your face forcing eye contact for the next part.

Im tryna stop you from being famous

From rappers knowing what your name is

I’m barely famous and I hate it.

Iwa maintains eye contact for the remainder of the track. The two of you sit in silence after the song in. His hands running softly at your skin as you sigh.

“What you think. It’s about you.” You nod knowingly trying to formulate the words. He’s essentially acknowledged the back and forth yall had been having for the last several months.

He comes, fucks you and goes all ghost while insisting he cares about you a lot. He knows it’s selfish but can’t stay away from you. He also notice you started taking longer to hit him back up and that you’d been going out more with your friends. Looking as good as ever he couldn’t help but heart react as you’d show your body off in the mini skirt or when you’d switch up your hair and nails.

“I’m glad you also know that you’re fucked up” you scoff attempting to get off his lap.

He doesn’t let you nor does he let the words cut “I been scared. Scared to commit, but I havent slept with anyone since we started”

That revelation causes you to freeze in surprise and gives him the chance to help you shift so that you could face him. Like magnets his hands find their way back onto your body, settling on each one of your thighs.

“Haiji-“

“I’m serious (Y/N). It’s been you since the day we met and I’ve been telling you this. But I know if I step out with you your life is gonna change. You know all the shit that’s been going on with me.”

The seriousness in which he speaks to you makes you listen. You’re usually privy to a different side of him. The joking side, the one who isn’t hiding from interview requests and performing on dark stages.

“Of course i know. And that’s why since the day we met I’ve been careful. But Hajime it hurts when you come over here pretend you care and then it’s weeks before I even get a simple text back.”

He’s listening to your words carefully. Thinking. He knows that no matter his response there’s no going back to how you were.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles taking a deep breath. “But, I wanna be with you. For real. You gonna let me?”

Your eyes search his for any uncertainty but find none. At your nod one of his hands trail up your back. Resting on your cheek he urges you closer until your lips touch.

“Won’t make you regret this baby”

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lssugaluv · 29 days

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Things he says to you while doing the deed. 🤭

• Haikyuu x fem reader.

• Haikyuu + Headcanons.

• MDNI 18+

• Synopsis: He loves to praise you all the time, you deserve it. But he also knows how much you love dirty talks, especially when doing the deed. Each character has a different small story.

• Ushijima -Dominance.

• Kuroo - Smartass, Teasing.

• Iwazumi - The man is just so in love.

• Suna - Loves your taste, attached and in love.

• Osamu - Exes who are still in love.

• Daichi - Jealousy, dominance, petty.

• Contains: Timeskip HQ characters (all 21 or older), s3x talk, some cursing, dominance, small sex stories, oral s3x, some degradation, body praise, mentions of slight choking, pet names, temptation, teasing, pettiness, jealousy, some fluff (it’s not an Lssugaluv post without fluff.)

• Characters: Ushijima, Iwazumi, Daichi, Suna, Kuroo, Osamu.

• I choose these guys because I can just see their dominance in bed.

• Please let me know if you’ll want to see other characters.

Ushijima:

• “Look at me.”

• You will never ever get used to his girth. As many times as you’ve done it with Ushijima, the stretch is always something you can never get used too. Especially when he’s gone for a while due to his games and tournaments.

• Ushijima has you nice and wet making sure you’re prepped for his girth to rip you apart. As soon as you feel the tip in you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Open your eyes. I need you to look at me.”

As soon as you open your eyes, his are burning straight at you. He then continues to insert himself in you as you can’t help but gasp with widened eyes. He grits his teeth causing his jawline to pop out even more, groaning a bit, not breaking eyesight. He bottoms out and your arch your back , filling in the gap you two had. He loves to see you become a hot mess just for him.

Kuroo:

• “I Can Tell That You Want Me.”

• Oh, your favorite smartass. Kuroo and yourself were best friends with benefits back in high school. And you decided to lose your v-card with him a week after you guys graduated high school. You later on in time became a thing. You two work at the same place now and live together.

• Kuroo can be such a tease. Especially when it comes to pushing your buttons or getting inside your pants. No one at work actually knows that you and Kuroo are technically high school sweethearts. Not that you wanted your relationship to be a secret, but more because sex at work is always 10x better when kept in the DL. Plus, everyone at the office thinks you two are enemies, since you two tend to bicker a lot. Also, you guys agreed that if people find out, that’s fine.

Today you left 25 min after he did because you slept in, plus he had a big meeting right at 8 a.m that he couldn’t miss. You went to work in a sage green long sleeve that has fur on the collar and end of the sleeves. You paired it with a black mini skirt and see through leggings under. You didn’t have time to do your hair so your did a messy bun and paired it with accessories.

You had the whole office practically drooling for you. That was until your man spotted you. His hungry gaze couldn’t get off from you. You catch him staring from afar and text him.

You: “Do you need me to send you a selfie so it can last longer?”

Kuroo: “Damn, hot but always an asshole.”

You giggle at the message and look up to him and blow him a kiss.

You pass by him and purposely drop your pen in front of him. You bend down and he sees your gorgeous ass cheeks. He makes sure know one is around to pull you in and have you sit on his lap. Your back is facing his torso, rough hand on your neck, lips next to your ear. The other hand tightly around your waist, making sure you’re securely on him.

“I can tell that you want me baby.” He whispers into your ear, following a gentle bite.

“Can you really?” You slightly moan, pushing your ass into his now growing boner.

“Meet me at our spot in 5 min.” ❤️

Iwazumi:

• “I just can’t control myself when I’m around you.”

• You met Iwazumi through Oikawa last year and right away caught his attention. He is an ass to Oikawa but man does he love you. You guys finally decided to work something out and started to see each other. You wanted to start slow with him but life had other plans.

• Iwa is a man of consent. No matter how many times you’ve guys done it together already, he will never not ask for your consent first.

He came over after a week of not being able to see him due to your university’s schedule. As soon as you opened the door you noticed he had a boner already that was IN NEED of your attention. He pinned you to the wall at the entrance of your door. He had his hands all over your ass, mouth stuck on your jaw and neck.

“Baby, please, I need you.” You pant out after a steamy make out session.

“I’m sorry baby, we haven’t seen each other, and I know you want to catch up. But I just can’t control myself when I’m around you. Once you say yes, there’s no way I’ll stop.”

You nod your head yes as in giving him consent. You literally almost fold in half when he told you that. He picks you up in princess style and takes you to your bed, the rest was history.

Suna:

• “I love the way you taste. Never get tired of it.”

• When you first met Suna, he looked like a guy who just had no cares or worries in the world. Like you couldn’t break him, so you had no idea what he would think of or what type of hobbies he was in. Now you two have been dating for a year, and for some reason, every time he comes back from a tournament, he has to be buried in between your legs.

You were watching your favorite show when you hear a click on your apartment door. It was Suna who opened the door. He rushes to take off his shoes and leaves his bag and rest of his belongings at the entrance.

He doesn’t even say say hi to you when he right away pulls your pants & undies down and leaves you in your tee shirt with nothing on the bottom. You turn flush red from your face trying to push him away.

Without saying anything, he looks at you and pushes you down to the couch, his mouth connecting with yours. His tongue wrestles with yours and out of no where you feel a finger on your clit. He kisses your neck and then stops. He sits back up and taps on your thigh for you to do the same.

He puts that finger in his mouth, getting a taste of your delicious slick. His eyes almost stayed in the back of his head with that intense eye roll.

“I love the way you taste angel. I’ll never get tired of it.”

You turn even more red from embarrassment, and cover your face. He spreads your legs wide opened using his calloused hands. He wastes no time as he starts to lick your clit up and down, up and down. The warm sensation of his tongue making you almost cum right then and there. You use both your soft hands to palm his brown locks, and boy does he love that. He moans while eating you out, because he did miss your taste.

Daichi:

• “Don’t tempt me.”

• You have known Daichi for years. You two met in middle school and you know he can be a huge hot head. You know he can also be very territorial. Yet he is a huge sweetheart and very respectful. Now, after many years of dating him and being by his side, you are at a police academy ceremony, celebrating his new position as captain.

You are wearing a beautiful navy blue satin down. You look like a precious diamond, and of course Daichi is on protective mode. You see he was busy speaking to a small but important crowd during the cocktail hour. So you decide to go pour yourself some champagne.

As you were about to pour yourself some champagne, a big man stole the bottle from your hand. “If you’ll allow me too Miss.” He had such a husky tone. You turn to see a tall, handsome police officer who had a piercing on his right ear, a small yet curled mullet and gorgeous blue eyes. You stay in shock wondering how a handsome guy like him came across you.

You stood there frozen in place as he pours champagne into your cup. He then places the bottle back into its spot on the table and whispers something in your ear. That is when reality hit you when you felt a burning gaze heading right your way. You are completely flushed for your face, as you turn to see your boyfriend about to shoot the place down.

One thing about Daichi is, when he gets upset, it’s very hard to help him calm down. Another thing is, his aura is felt dozens of miles away when something/someone he loves is being taunted with. The tall male felt the same presence you felt and decided to casually walk away. He looks at Daichi as he walks towards him and places a hand on his broad shoulder. “Sorry man, didn’t know she was your’s.”

You quickly rush to the bathroom trying to disappear. When you hear the door knob twist and it was Daichi. You were looking at him through the mirror when he goes behind you. He places both strong arms around your small waist, chin on your shoulder. He takes some times to breathe in your beautiful scent. He whispers, “Darling, you know you look beautiful tonight?”

He places a small kiss on your jawline. “What did he say?” He then places another kiss , this time on your shoulder. You turn red all over again, “n-n-nothing.”

He sees this guy made you into a stuttering mess, which irks him even more. “Darling, I’ll give you one more chance, what did he say?” His warm breath next to your ear makes you so wet, you feel your about to drip on the floor.

Your silence was irritating him. “Darling, don’t tempt me.” His tone of voice drives you insane as he lets go of you and turns you around, lifting you up on the counter. He lifts up your gown as he unzips. He knows you want it, but since you don’t give him the answer he wants, you also don’t get what you want.

He rubs his angry dripping tip onto your clit causing you to be a moaning mess. You become impatient, wanting him to fill you up. You move your hips to line yourself up but he pulls away. “Oh no baby. I asked you a question twice. You didn’t answer and I told you not to temp me.” He caresses your cheek and gives you a passionate kiss. “Sorry baby.” He says as he puts his penis away and leaves you there a throbbing mess. “I’ll wait for you outside.” As he pecks your lips one last time.

Osamu:

• “Nobody understands your body like I do.”

• You and Osamu dated for a few years until a year after you both graduated from university, you two decided to part ways and stay friends. Due to his now growing business and your traveling job, you never saw each other which created unwanted distancing. You thought you both fell out of love, which you both never did. Osamu never wanted to part, but he has always respected your decisions and didn’t want to force you to stay.

You were invited to a party by your coworkers. You didn’t want to go but of course they forced you out. They wanted you to go out there and meet new people. You were in a cute black romper with your luscious locks nice and wavy.

At the party, you had about two drinks and were talking to your coworkers. A hot guy comes up to you and invites you to a drink. You are talking and all and that’s when you lose your mind seeing your ex boyfriend across from the balcony. “O-Osamu?” You think to yourself, completely shutting out the guy’s conversation. You excuse yourself to the bathroom and decide to leave the party and just go home. Seeing him after a year really threw off your whole vibe. And you couldn’t help how freaking sexy he looks now.

As soon as you enter your front home’s entrance, you hear a knock on the door. You open it thinking it was your coworkers to take you back to the party. Without knowing it was Osamu. Your eyes completely widened and you stay glued on one spot.

“What are you doing here?”

He walks into your home and hugs you.

“I’m glad I saw you. I really miss you.”

You couldn’t help but grow teary eyes. “Osamu.. I can’t-“

He cuts off your sentence by kissing you. He starts off with two small pecks and sees you don’t stop him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist. He then kisses you, inviting his tongue in your mouth. He gains a sexy moan from you, knowing you’re already as horny as he is.

He pulls away gently to look at you. “Did my baby miss me too?”

You continue to kiss him to answer his question but then you go back to your senses. “Wait. We are broken up. We can’t do this.” You let go of him. He grabs you again, this time gently spreading your legs apart, brings his hand down to your underwear, moving it to the side. He slides one finger in, rubbing your clit in small circles.

You moan, hiding your face on his neck, taking in his scent you missed so much. You feel his finger slip out and you look up at him a bit frustrated since he stopped. You look at his finger that he’s holding up to your face.

“Ya see that angel? You’re completely wet. And it’s just for me.” His finger was completely soaked in your juices.

You become embarrassed and try to deny how crazy he has you. You try to deny that you miss him and his touch as well. You try to deny that you still love him.

He picks you up and takes you to the couch. He starts kissing you all over again, gently removing your clothes. He kisses your shoulders, your neck, your collarbones, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. He kisses every part of your body. You feel like you’re about to cum, that’s how much you miss him. He undresses himself, showing off his gorgeous body. Now the two of you are completely naked.

He has you in the missionary position. He inserts himself in you, causing you to arch your back, moaning loudly. Your small hole is so tight, you cause him to groan onto your neck as he hugs you tightly.

Osamu starts to slowly pump in and out, in and out. Allowing to adjust to his size, it’s been too long.

“Ya think I don’t know ya baby? As soon as I saw you at that party, I knew you missed me.” His face a blushing mess. “Ya think ya can resist me? Ya think I can resist ya? As soon as ya kissed me, I knew ya wanted me.”

He thrusts himself hard in this sentence. Hitting your g-spot so delicious that you came after the last word.

“Nobody. Understands. Your. Body. Like. I. Do.”

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lou-struck · 27 days

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A Helping Hand

Hajime Iwaizumi x reader

~After a long day at work your muscles ache something fierce, luckily your boyfriend is there to lend a helping hand.

W.C: 1.5k

A/n: a bit self indulgent since I thought this up after working a double and would kill for this to happen to me.

Your feet feel like they are made of concrete as you climb the creaky staircase to your unit. Invisible pins and needles prick your sensitive skin as you drag your fatigued self up to the third floor.

When your tired eyes come to rest upon your front door, you feel like you just reached the top of Mt. Everest. The silver keys in your hands jingle as you slip them into the small round lock. When you hear that heavenly click, you throw your weight against the door to open it, and you stumble over the threshold and into your dark, empty apartment.

With your partner going for the past few days on a work trip with one of the teams he gives treatments to, the only sign of life in the place that usually feels like home is the high pile of dishes in your sink that has accumulated from the last few days.

You know that the mess is completely your fault, but work has been killing you this last week. They have been short-staffed staffed, and management has encouraged you to be a 'team player' and work doubles the last five days while they sit in their office and play Sudoku or Words with Friends.

After spending the last 14 hours of your day on your feet at work running around the building like a chicken with their head cut off, chores are the last thing you want to do.

But now, you are completely pooped. Your jelly legs seem to shake as standing is now too exhausting for you. With a wince, you drag yourself to the light blue second-hand sofa and lower yourself onto the citrus-scented cushions that embrace you like an old friend.

As you are welcomed home, you kick off those stupidly uncomfortable black, nonstick work shoes, flinging them across the floor and not caring when they thud against the wall way harder than you expected them to.

The sound of rubber soles against the drywall rattles off of your eardrums as you lay back and press your face into the little decorative pillow.

You probably should change, or make something to eat, or shower. But now, all you want to do is shut your eyes and forget that today's shift from hell never happened.

You haven't been lying down long when a familiar voice reaches your ears. "Bad day?" it asks, laced with warm concern. The welcome intrusion stirs you from your not-quite slumber.

"I'm never going to work ever again." Your whine is pitiful coming from the couch cushion as you feel the sofa dip as your beloved boyfriend, Hajime Iwazumi, sits down next to you.

His large hand gently comes to rest on your back as his fingers gently tickle your skin through your work shirt. "I'm sorry, love." When he feels one of the deep knots of tension that lay hidden under your skin. He pauses his movements and gives the stiff lump a curious poke.

Just the little prod is enough to make you wince, and you try to wiggle away from the discomfort. "That hurt," you whine, lifting your face from the slightly pokey pillow.

He chuckles and kisses your forehead softly as an apology. "M'sorry."

It's okay," you groan, grabbing his hand, "I'm glad you're back, I thought you weren't going to be home until tomorrow."

"Had a change of plans and decided to ride back with one of the assistant coaches instead of taking the bus," he says.

"That's good," you say, creaking open your eyes. He looks a bit tired from the travel, but other than that, he looks like a million bucks in that black t-shirt that makes his arms look huge.

His olive gaze looks down at you with concern as he cups your tired face, the callous in his fingers scraping against your dry, tired skin as you lean into his embrace.

"You look exhausted," he frowns, inspecting every inch of your face.

"I think I pushed myself a bit too hard this week," you chuckle. "My back, no, my everything is killing me."

"That's not good; there's a difference between working hard and neglecting yourself. How about you get changed into something comfortable and I can help make those muscles of yours feel a little less sore."

The idea of getting a massage from your athletic trainer boyfriend sounds heavenly, but the idea of getting up on your own and changing out of your uniform sounds like an impossible task."

"Can't move," you mumble dramatically. "It's too late for me."

"No, it's not," he scolds gruffly. Despite his stubborn tone, he gently scoops you up off the couch and carries you down the hall.

Those muscles of his are not just for show.

He sets you down on the edge of the bed and disappears into the closet door.

"Here, put these on," he says, tossing lumps of fabric in your direction. Surprisingly you manage to catch them in your tired state. Unfolding each garment you see that he has given you one of his sleep shirts and those super cozy gray pajama pants that you love.

As you wordlessly peel off your disgusting uniform to change into something fresh, clean, and completely yours, Hajime sneaks out of the room.

His shirt smells like home, like him, as you slip it on over your head. The fabric is littered with holes, and the elastic on your sweats doesn't really work anymore, but damn, are they comfortable.

As you walk back into the kitchen, you find him hunched over the kitchen sink, scrubbing away at your dishes. As that untouched responsibility disappears beneath the suds, your heart feels tender.

"What are you looking at?" he asks, sensing your presence behind him.

'Just you." you hum. "Do you know how incredible you are?"

"Clearly you're delirious," he chuckles, placing another plate on the drying rack. "Go sit down for a bit, babe. Dinner is on the way, so let's just relax."

Your body moves slowly, and by the time you sink back into the couch cushions, Hajime has finished up with the last of the dishes. He dries his hands and slides behind you on the couch.

"Is this okay?" he asks, letting his warm palms rest on your tense shoulders. You feel his grimace as he finds the small treasure trove of knots littered under your tender skin.

"Yes, I'm ready," you breathe. Your teeth grit in apprehension as he starts to rhythmically dig his fingertips into your flesh.

"Let's start here," he murmurs gently. His expert hands coax your hard-earned tension out like it's second nature to him. "How does that feel y/n?"

"Good," you say softly, enjoying the spoiling that you truly do deserve. "How was your trip?"

"It wasn't too bad," he replies, relaxation evident in his tone. Perhaps helping you out is helping him settle in. "There weren't any major injuries this time around, just one rolled ankle and a few jammed fingers to tape. Honestly, the trip was kinda boring without you."

"You missed me?" you mumble, trying your best to listen to him. But his low voice is just so soothing and gentle you can't help but start to zone out."

When he notices how you are nodding off, he lets out an amused snort and pulls you closer to his warm chest. "How do you feel?"

"Like m' about to fell asleep," you answer. He snorts at your response and lightens his touch just a tad.

"Are you trying to make me fall asleep?" you mumble, enjoying the warm fuzzy feeling that he is giving you.

"And so what if I am? He muses. You have been working way too hard lately."

"So have you," you mumble. "You've been traveling like crazy with your teams. You should rest."

"I will," he replies simply, once I work this grapefruit of a knot out of your back."

"You're as stubborn as ever, aren't you Haijme." you tease as he continues working a giant knot out of your left shoulder.

He chuckles, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "And so are you, you little hypocrite."

"But you love me for it," you smile.

"I do love you," he says tenderly, returning to the task at hand. His hands pull at the tense spot, creating a strangely soothing pinching sensation on your skin. The warmth of his hands and the care in his motions almost bring tears to your closed eyes. But suddenly, the knot in your shoulder seems to twitch, and you hear a clicking sound under your skin before it completely disappears.

"Oh my god, you exclaim, jolting upward, "Did you feel that? It clicked, and now it's gone. I'm alive."

"Looks like I got that one." he smiles, "now lay back down; you have at least eight more of those knots in your back that I plan on getting out before we go to bed."

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ms-fandomgirl · 7 months

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Studying Headcanons

Summary: Morning, afternoon, evening. The grind never seems to stop, but it can be a little less painful when you’re studying with your favorite Haikyuu boys!

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader; Akaashi Keiji x Reader; Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Genre: Fluff! No warnings.

Words: 1,464

Cross-posted on Ao3!

O i k a w a T o o r u

Diffused early morning rays bathed Oikawa’s sleepy face in a soft glow, making you want to give anything to witness the scene firsthand. The world shone brighter when Oikawa’s name appeared on your phone screen, even if it was 9 o’clock at night for you. He gave you a quiet greeting, and you smiled and returned the favor, idly flipping your textbook open.

It’s just a fact: being on opposite sides of the world from Oikawa Tooru sucked. These FaceTimes and phone calls were the closest you could get to being with him in person. Time zone differences made it so that you only had a couple hours of sacred shared time in a day. Therefore, you were determined to not waste a second of them. The second Oikawa began, so do you.

Ambitious, driven, and clever; it’s no surprise that Oikawa exceled in studying, and this was one skill he was determined to pass on to you. After complaining one day that you could never study well, Oikawa took it upon himself to become your studying mentor, showing you every tip and trick he knew. The biggest of these was finding yourself a study partner: someone who could keep you on track and encourage you, yet not distract you from getting work done. For him, it was Iwazumi. For you, it was Oikawa.

A mostly quiet but firm presence on your phone screen, Oikawa made sure you were working on what you were supposed to. The second you tried to scroll through Instagram or any social media, he would know, and he would tell you. It was honestly terrifying how he could tell, even if you were on your laptop. You two quickly fell into a steady routine, with him doing his morning routine while you suffered (a little less) in silence over your studies.

Of course, you didn’t spend the whole call in silence. Oikawa knew the importance of study breaks after all. Therefore, you were given the rare chance to see a side of Oikawa that many didn’t know existed. The quiet, reflective side that only appeared when he was most comfortable. The thoughtful chats over a shared cup of coffee (even if it was much too late for you to be drinking any), and the small, routine actions made you feel as though you knew intimate secrets about him.

Yes, studying with Oikawa had its challenges, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. And when you got an “A” in the class you were sure you’d fail, you also realized you found a bond deeper than you had ever known.

A k a a s h i K e i j i

Soft shadows were beginning to lengthen in the afternoon light as you stepped into the cozy café. As always, Akaashi was there before you, sipping some tea in the booth that was unofficially yours. After ordering your favorite drink and pastry, you settled in next to him, a mixture of happiness and anxiousness settling in your stomach. Happiness because, well, you got to spend the whole afternoon in a coffee shop that looked like it belonged in a Hallmark movie with THE Akaashi Keiji. Anxiousness because Akaashi was a harsh proofreader, and you were sure your poor paper would comeback with more red ink than black.

When you were first partnered to proofread Akaashi’s paper in your English class, you had no clue what you were getting yourself into. Akaashi proofread like there was no tomorrow, and the first time you got your paper back, you were tempted to scrap your whole idea and start over. Of course, Akaashi wouldn’t let you do this, instead patiently explaining all of his markings and reasonings to you.

Now, two years later, Akaashi was your number one confidant when it came to writing papers. From brainstorming to final drafts, he was your go-to and sounding board, and you acted in much the same way for him. Even though you were both in different classes and writing different topics, papers were still papers, so the fundamental process never changed.

You weren’t naïve enough to believe that continuing to meet your proofreader partner two years after the class was normal. Despite this, it was easy to consider Akaashi as part of your norm. From his calm attitude to sharp mind, he had crept into your life slowly yet steadily, like a trail of ivy resolutely climbing up a wall, exploring for any niches and crannies to cling onto and never let go.

After several minutes of searching, you triumphantly presented your paper to him with a grin on your face. It was crinkled around the edges, and one page was dangling from the edge of the staple holding everything together. Nonetheless, Akaashi accepted it in his way of respectful grace that you could never quite seem to master. In return, he unhooked his binder, pulling his paper free of its folder. Organized, crisp, and put-together: Akaashi’s natural modus operandi. The more you thought about it, the more it seemed to be a miracle you two got along at all.

Glancing down at the title of his final project, the paper he had been slaving away on for the past month, you felt a warmth that only continued to grow with each word. Your relationship didn’t make sense at first glance, but that hardly mattered. Happenstance may have helped you meet, but you were determined to stand by Akaashi’s side for as long as you could, exploring any possibility to come. Apparently, Akaashi felt the same way.

“Comfort in Chaos: The Beauty of Contradictions

A Memoir by Akaashi Keiji”

K u r o o T e t s u r o u

Silver streams of moonlight illuminated the library table you and Kuroo had decided to call home for the night. Wrappers of fast food long since eaten were pushed into the corner as diagram trees and flash cards created a messy mosaic, the white board next to them looking like the scribblings of a mad scientist. To the side, two bodies laid sprawled across the worn carpet, furiously solving the problems before them. During broad daylight, this behavior would have most certainly resulted in a reprimand from a librarian. However, due to the late hour, you two basically had the whole floor to yourself.

In a triumphant cry, Kuroo had reached an answer. Slamming his pencil down next to him, he waited with a satisfied grin on his face as you finished not a second after. After giving him an exaggerated eye-roll, you leaned over to compare answers, pleased that you had both reached the same result. With a quick high-five, you moved onto the next question in the practice test.

It was always like this between you two. Everything was a competition, from who could finish their problems first to who could get the most answers correct. When you had first met Kuroo, you found this behavior to be annoying at best. Always beating you to raise your hand in class, you had labeled him as a classic teacher’s pet and wanted to leave things at that.

However, fate had other plans for you. Forced into a disastrous lab where your third group member ruined the experiment and ditched halfway through, you and Kuroo had to put your differences aside to not fail your assignment. After several late nights of lab writeups and gossiping about your flakey third member, you found that Kuroo was actually someone you wanted to work with long after the assignment was completed. Thankfully, Kuroo shared your sentiment, and you two quickly became attached to the hip both in and out of the classroom.

Obviously smart to a fault, Kuroo was also incredibly charismatic and funny. It simply wasn’t fair. If you told him you needed to ace the next test, you could count on him to drag you through study session after study session, making sure you knew what you were supposed to no matter how much you wanted to give up. You admired that about him, that determination that seemed so much a part of him that it ran through his veins like blood. While you had great plans for the future, you could quickly become overwhelmed by the path you had set for yourself. However, with Kuroo by your side, you knew that you could weather whatever storm came your way, trusting him to always have your back.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I wrote these ages ago but forgot to post them until now. They were a fun little writing exercise for me where I tried to write a scene with no dialogue. I hope they motivate you during finals/test season!

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #akaashi x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu fluff #oikawa tooru #akaashi keiji #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa tooru x you #akaashi keiji x you #kuroo tetsuro x you #study headcanons #ms fandomgirl writes

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ashhh-14 · 2 years

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▨Sugar Daddy▨

Character's origin- Haikyuu

Characters- Iwazumi Hajime and Sakusa Kiyoomi

Warning- Office implications as Hajime's career, Degradation, Spanking, Choking, Dirty talk, collaring, nicknames, master/servant play, blowjob, hair pulling

Genre- ◔

Format- Preference

Word count- 478

Synopsis- Haikyuu men as your sugar daddy

Masterlist

◔Iwazumi Hajime x Reader

The man who'll get you anything you want. Showering you in expensive gifts, lavish dinners, vacations, shopping sprees, everything you want.

The bond between the two of you looks as if you're actually a couple who has been in relationship for years. He's gentle yet rough, treating you with utmost care and punishing you like you deserve after being a brat and doing something wrong. Praise comes in both ways. Gifts and him letting you pleasure him as you please. But the punishments are just as worse.

Sometimes you'd taken his lunch to his office for him when he forgot, which resulted in you being spanked, your cries ringing through the hallway from his office for wearing such a slutty dress and trying to seduce his employees.

His hands massaging the bright red skin with his big hands as if to soothe the pain only for another harsh slap to be landed on your rear. "I thought I told you to count when I spank you, you whore. Which one was it? " He'd ask, pulling your neck upward with the tie that was wrapped around your throat. "T-Twenty F-Five" You'd barely count before his length was shoved all the inside your little hole, reaching your deepest parts.

"You just wanted this didn't you? Now take it like the good little slut you are and cream all over this cock. "

◔Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

The type to accompany you everywhere. From the jewellery store to the lingerie one. The one to get you the filthiest set of clothing that holds barely any fabric and get you to give him a good little show. A lap dance isn't so bad now is it?

The type to threaten you. How?

Just another evening when Sakusa brought yet another dress for you.

"Wear it or loose my credit card for a month princess. "

Your body came in view and soon enough a collar with a leash was wrapped around your throat.

"Get on your knees and serve your master, little maid. "

Your hands started to undo his trousers when the air was stolen away from you as he pulled on the leash, "Use your teeth. Servants don't get to touch their masters now do they? " Voice smug as you nodded, mumbling a 'Yes master' before undressing him and before long, tears brimmed yours eyes, his one hand pulling the leash as far as it can go, giving you just enough air to not black out as his other hand pulled at your hair, guiding your movements as your little mouth bobbed up and down his big shaft again and again. You were struggling to breathe when he stilled, his cock throbbing in your throat as he spilled his hot sticky release. "Good fucking maid. Only useful for pleasuring their master and his big fat cock yeah?"

Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

Written by Yours truly

Ash

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mango-bango-bby · 2 years

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i NEED more mafia iwa au!! maybe his darling is the daughter of a rival family or smth? 🎀💝

♡ Mine ♡

(A/N: You need more mafia!Iwazumi au and I’m here to deliver it 😘😘 I hope you like this!! I actually got a very similar request for Dabi!! Also I think I’m gonna take a small break in a few days, from writing and tumblr in general and stuff 🥺🥺🥺)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, mafia au, mafia!Iwa, kidnapping, mentions of marriage

Summary: Iwazumi decides to keep you for himself after a while of keeping you for ransom (Yan!Iwazumi x Fem!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Iwazumi really didn’t plan on keeping you. He had took you for ransom from your family because they owed him a lot of money. Yet in your time in his captivity, he had definitely fallen for you. How could he not fall for your soft eyes and cute smile?

Iwazumi enters the meeting place arranged, your eldest brother already there. “Well, where is she?” He says seriously, seeing that Iwazumi doesn’t have you with him. He said you would be brought back if all the money was given to him, which it was. Yet here he was empty handed.

Iwazumi wasn’t completely empty handed though, dropping the large duffel bag he had with him onto the floor. “Take your money back. I don’t want it anymore” He said calmly, your brother looking inside and sure enough all the money he had given to him was there in cash.

“Where is she?” Your brother says, his voice deadly serious. Iwazumi can only imagine that he believes you to be hurt or even dead. Iwazumi knows he would never hurt you though, you were his love now, even if you didn’t quite reciprocate those feelings just yet.

“Where she belongs” Iwazumi says, your brother grabbing him by the collar in anger. Iwazumi stays calm though, he can overpower the other man if needed and he knew your brother didn’t have any weapons on him. He smiles a bit before speaking again.

“I don’t think Y/n would appreciate her brother trying to fight her future husband” Iwazumi says, catching your brother off guard. His grip weakens a bit, allowing Iwazumi to push him off.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He says, still not seeming to understand. Or maybe he’s in denial. Iwazumi answers simply. “She is mine now. Now take your money and go” He says before leaving the alleyway and getting back into his large black car.

He leaves your brother standing there still slightly confused. You were at home waiting for Iwazumi, or at least at home. He’s not sure if you’re at the point to be waiting for him, but you were at home.

Iwazumi takes one last look through the rear view mirror at your brother one last time. It’s safe to say, he won’t be invited to your wedding.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Thank you for reading, darling!!

#soft yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere iwazumi x reader #yandere iwaizumi #yandere!iwazumi #yandere hajime #yandere!hajime #yandere hajime x reader #yandere mafia au

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snnbnny · 2 years

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---Main cowboy content has to wait cuz im tired, so you get some thirsts instead.

Character: Daichi Sawamura x fem Reader

c/w: smut, simpy, kinda nonsense, sexy daichi moment, southern daichi, oral (m! receiving), he's a head pusher, one use of the word brat

Daichi Sawamura was made to be a cowboy, that fact is undeniable. From his strong arms, determined personality, and love for what he does. Not only that but he looked so good with his black cowboy hat on and those tough but well fitting working clothes showing off every outline of his body but also leaving enough up to the imagination.

He has this gorgeous black male quarter horse he calls Lucky, not only is Lucky a working horse but sometimes at the local fair Daichi uses his trusty stead for a bit of friendly barrel racing. Your jaw drops at the sight, of course, for such a rough and tumble man Daichi had such speed in elegance in these competitions. This was where you first saw the man, and boy did you know how badly you wanted him. You watched him preform from the stands, legs crossed in hopes to release some of the pressure from your core while simultaneously hoping to hide the wet patch forming on your panties hidden beneath your red sundress. You knew you would never see this man again, even if you did was most likely from the stands again- But god something about him had you worked up, sexy enough to make you forget about whatever loser you came to this event with.

It was almost a miracle that not even an hour later you caught a glimpse of the black hair hidden beneath a black ridgetop hat in the distance from where you stood in the moving traffic. It was a subconscious move when you weaseled your way threw the fair-goers and to where Iwazumi stood beside a black trailer that said 'Karasuno'. He was taking a rest, using a hose to cool himself down subsequently drenching himself. It made you freeze only a few feet from him, staring at him with such a gaze no one could mistake. The tanned man took a moment to realize you were there, but when he did he didn't do much about it except turn so you were in his peripheral and smirk.

"Hey, cutie. What can I do for you?" His tone was teasing, teasing enough to send a shiver up your spine which you sure hoped wasn't visible.

"Yes-uhm- No! I'm so sorry to bother you- I just wanted to say, you uhm, you did really well out there!" You were going to slap yourself later, you were a flushed little mess and it showed.

His deep chuckle caught you off guard, Daichi turned of the spicket where he was sourcing the water and turned to you with a sultry glint in his coal black eyes, "Well, thank you honey."

"You really should have placed first!" You couldn't help but blabber. "Those judges were so blind, you deserved that trophy."

You didn't notice it at the time, but there was a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks, "Well, ya win some and loose some. Although, I think I've thought of something more rewarding then a trophy."

"Like what?" He could say sit and you would, you were putty in this mans hands despite barely knowing him.

"A date with you."

You of course gave him that date, and another and another. By the time the next fair came around you were engaged, cowboys always loved to move in quickly with the sweet little things they find to be their partners. What the point of even giving you the chance to slip away? He couldn't let that happen, you were so good to him.

Taking care of his home while he's gone all day, having dinner waiting for him when he gets home. Making sure he showers before he sits at the table, but your always kind enough to offer your assistance in that department. Scrubbing his sore muscles down with suds while he kisses and nibbles your soft and untarnished skin, all it would take is own groan of a command to have you on your knees before his half-hard member.

He was thick and of decent length, no matter how many times he's entered any part of you, you still gasp at the sight. Most dicks weren't as pretty as your fiancée's, the mushroom tip being a beautiful shade of red when he was turned on and the almost scarily thick length a beautiful warm skin tone which showed off his prominent veins well.

You gave him a couple pumps to not only bring the appendage to high alert but to also make sure the sweat was replaced with the clean water streaming down. You gave the tip a couple kitten licks before your normally gentle fiancée pushed your head down, forcing you to take most of the length into your mouth at once which triggored your gag reflex.

"Shit- sorry beautiful. But I can't handle you being a brat today," He would moan as he gave you a bit of relief by pulling you back, getting a better grip by burying his hand in your hair before pushing you down again. He fucked your mouth like it was a sex toy only vocalizing garbled praise. It wasn't long before he came in the back of your throat, forcing the thick hot substance to leak down your throat.

He waited a moment before pulling you off and getting down to your level, "Sorry, baby. let me make it up to ya."

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soranihimawari · 2 years

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Make it Teal

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Because even sometimes, a guy has to have a mani-pedi. pairing: husband seijoh 4 x reader*not stated which, but applies to all four rating: seijoh 4 fluff!|again,not stated bc this applies to all of them| warnings: none, comedy?

your delightful husband had fallen asleep in your bedroom. today was one of the few off days that had been granted to certain professional athletic teams, so spending time with your man was a bit more special. considering you had wanted a mini-spa day at home, you had finished using the charcoal masks he had purchased from the last airport he had been travelling in and also since he had been a bit off his game, he chose to take a nap (as per your suggestion). you had taken it upon himself while you're in the guest restroom to rearrange your opi-nail laquer collection. his snores could be heard down the hallway so much so, churro, your adpoted brown tabby cat meows annoyed at the sound.

"you too, huh churro?" you pat the cat's head before selecting your color of choice.

hmm...your alma mater's colors were red and black, so you choose to give yourself a noir and ruby mani-pedi. cosmotology school wasn't necessarily a waste, no, especially since your friends (and back then minor annoyance [a popular student who may or may not be happily wearing a wedding band in bed right now]) chose to let you 'borrow their face/hands/feet' to practice your skills. eventually your portfolio became filled with before and after photos of your signature eccletic looks which almost a decade later, has caused your name to be associated with some of fashion's biggest designers. along with one final meow, you admire your craft work. now, you and churro the cat send each other a mischievous look.

"y'know, i think white and caffe au lait are his colors, right?" you giggle when you raise the bottles of nail polish. churro jumps on the counter who meows approving your color choice.

an hour later, you're still straightening out the guest bathroom when you hear a sleepy man's foot steps.

"babe?!" his voice echoes in the hallway.

standing up, closing the door of the cabinet below the sink, you turn to face him. he's wearing a black hoodie with a print of his team's logo along with bike practice shorts (he usually wears at home because how it highlights his assets), giving you a stunned stare.

"wha-? why?" his voice cracks before a playful smile breaks through.

"i thought you might like these colors..." you shrug, almost laughing with him. he flips his hands between his body and yours, he tries to complain about the jagged edges, yet you try to not fall to the floor with laughter pushing past your lips.

"t-haha-then which color would you like?" you ask, pulling him by his hoodie sleeves until his chest is pressed against yours. he kisses your forehead prior to humming a short song whilst thinking.

"i know you're thinking that because i love coffee and perfect white puffy clouds these two are my colors, yn-babe," he pecks your lips before drawing back to hold your waist, tickling fingers at the ready to tease you. "...but you do know teal is my color, right?"

iwazumi hajime| mattsukawa issei| hanamaki takahiro| oikawa tooru

#various hq & reader #haikyuu x reader #sora after hours #🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue

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project-neo · 1 year

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Rules and what Fandoms I write

Hi! I guess you have bin on my page before. If so: Hi! Welcome back. I'm glad to see you again. And if you are new: Hi! Welcome to my Page.

My Name is Neo and I am an adult of the German society. I LOVE writing Fanfiction's and Headcanon's. And of course I have some rules. Hier are said rules:

SFW

- Charakter under the age of 16 are NOT going to be romantic! I do not support such interactions with children.

- I do support non-romantic scenarios.

- i don't do anything like Parents X children or Sister X brother. Incest ist NOT Okey.

NSFW

- I don't suport any under age/ minor NSFW kontent!

- I do allow Charakter age't up NSFW content such as: Toya Aoyagi (age up) X reader soft NSFW.

- age't up rules:

0-14: nope!

15-17: yes but only soft.

- I do NOT do incest. Don't ask for it please!

- please be aware that I am not as good if NSFW so please do give me feedback.

Trigger Warnings

I don't mind writing angst, fluff or co. However please aksept that I also have my Limits. Thx

Thats for the rules

Now for the fandoms and Person's I write.

Pokémon:

Gladion [s&m] (sfw only)

Bede [sw&sh] (sfw only)

Hop [sw&sh] (sfw only)

Red [R&B]

Blue/green [R&B]

Ethen/gold [S&G] (sfw only)

Silver [S&G] (sfw only)

Adamen

Hugh [BW2] (Sfw only)

N [BW&BW2]

Black Butler:

Ciel (sfw only)

Sebastian

Grell (sfw only)

Clode

Genshin impect:

Xiao

Zhongli

Childe

Kazuha (NSFW age't up only!)

Gorou

Heizou

Al Haitham

Kaveh

Cyno

Tighnari (sfw only)

Bennett (sfw only)

Albedo

Kaeya

Diluc

Raizor (safe only!)

Wanderer

Haikyu! (Sfw or age't up only!):

Kenma

Kageyama

Tukishima

Kuroo

Oikawa

Iwazumi

Mia Atsumu

Mia Osamu

Hinata

Yamaguchi (SWF only)

Bokuto

Akashi

Asahi (sfw only)

Nishinoya

Lev

Sakusa

Daichi (sfw Only)

Sugawara (Sfw Only)

Tokyo Revangers (Age't up only!):

Mikey

Draken/ Ken Ryuguji

Baji

Chifuyu

Mistuya

Rindou

Ran

Sanzu

Izana

Kakucho

Shinichiro

Wakasa

Takemichi (Sfw only)

Kokonoi

Inui Seishu

Project Sekai/ Hatsune Miku: Collerfull stage! (Age't up only)

Kaito

Toya Aoyagi

Shinonome Akito

Kamishiro Rui

Tenma Tsukasa

If you have questions of other Charakter's please do ask! Now enjoy my page

#genshin impact #project sekai #pokemon #Tokyo Revangers #rules

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 (h.i.)

this is short little drabble ft. hajime iwazumi (27) athletic trainer <3 i came up with months ago in the middle of the night so um yeah ;-;

content warnings and info! — iwazumi’s glistening skin in all of its glory, explicit language, light/implied smut; minors dni! ; word count: 810 ; enjoy!

you thought hajime was weird for working out in the evening. no normal person did that. but you guessed it was your fault since you two went out to brunch with your friends from high school — tooru, mattsukawa and hanamakki— and have been out and about the whole day. “i gotta keep this body nice for you princess”, is what he replied with in a flirtatious tone when you mentioned it on the way back to your cozy apartment.

surely you blushed at that.

it was close to eleven at night, and you laid on the bed you shared with your boyfriend. engulfed in his t-shirt that you stole from him, you sighed in content when the familiar aroma of his cologne and natural musk wafted up your nostrils. your thoughts became filled with iwazumi and his fits from today. he looked really fucking good. he always did, with little to no effort at all.

this caused your mind to randomly drift off to a more... sensual place. it’s been a few weeks since you and hajime made love to one another and, unprovoked, your hormones almost immediately awakened from their dormant slumber. the images of your boyfriend’s spectacularly ripped body practically begging to be released from the confines of his clothes, or dripping in a thin coat of sweat were enough to make you put your phone on the nightstand and slide your victoria’s secret panties to the side.

you let your manicured fingers glide downwards to your now exposed heat and firmly press upon your warm folds. a breathy sigh left your moisturized lips, slick had already built up from just thinking about hajime. not really considering the very real possibility of your boyfriend finishing his shower and catching you, you continued your quest to relieve yourself.

your ears were too filled with your own wetness, mind too far in daze filled with your lover that you couldn’t possibly notice hajime come out the bathroom, a white towel wrapped tightly around his waist. steam escaped from the shower behind him and outlined his muscular body. his dark brown hair stuck to his neck and forehead, and the towel that clothed his manhood was dangerously low and showed off his prominent v-line and happy trail.

hajime’s mouth opened to say something to you, but it quickly went dry when he saw the lewd position you were in, your face scrunched up in pleasure. his forest green irises darkened and became glazed over with a sudden and newfound lust.

it was incredible you still didn’t notice him staring you down like a hawk, no doubt too caught up in your own pleasure to acknowledge him. the way you breathlessly whispered his name over and over like a mantra made him instantly grow hard. and a little irritated.

like a predator about to devour his prey, he stalked towards you and took a seat next to your curvaceous figure on the mattress. only the dip in the bed was capable of snapping you out of your trance. you whipped your head over to your boyfriend so fast you thought your neck would snap. a hot wave of pure embarrassment— and arousal, you’ll admit— washed over your body and your glistening pussy, unable to deny the fact that your lover watching you do something so sinful turned you on so much.

“wow, i can’t believe you, pleasuring yourself without me?” the brown haired man taunted you in a low voice, he slapping your hand away from your exposed treasure and replaced it with his own. the clash of his warm hand and your cold skin causing you to hiss.

“i’m hurt.” he said, feigning a painful tone as he proceeded to shove three large fingers inside your wet heat, without any warning or prep. the force made you jerk back and your breasts bounce. hajime devilishly licked his bottom lip at the sight of you squirming under him.

“a-aah! fuck hajime—“

“you know you’re not allowed to touch yourself when you’re alone right?” he continued pumping in and out of your sopping pussy at an incredibly slow pace, definitely teasing you. you bit down on your lip in sexual frustration and found yourself rolling your hips around his fingers, trying to chase the high you were craving.

hajime shook his head in ‘disapproval’ as he swiftly undid the towel that was securely around his waist. “you bad girl… you’re being so needy tonight. are you needy to be filled with my dick princess? hmm?”

you nodded shamefully, still grinding on the three fingers inserted snugly inside you.

hajime did nothing but smirk at your reply. taking his now glistening fingers out of your heat, he slowly guided his tongue around each digit before roughly grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards him.

“oh, you’ll be filled alright, but i have to punish you first.”

#sailewhoremoon #haikyuu!!#hq boys #!masturbation #!mdni #!fingering #!suggestive #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #iwachan #iwazumi hajime #iwazumi x you #black y/n #black reader #iwazumi drabble #iwazumi x black y/n #i love him sm

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scandeniall · 2 years

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nekoma master list

❀ = semi nsfw (can be just mature themes or brief implied sex)

⭒ = nsfw (sexual content)

❂ = heavier topics (mentions of death, implied but never outright struggle w/ mental health (based off me being sad) or in the case of my kuroo street fighter, talking about the dangers of that life!!!)

Kuroo Tetsurō

just friends |Pt 2 (kinda?) ❀

relationship fem!reader ❀

wash day w/ black!reader(head canon)

braiding his hair w/ black/afro!reader

my self ship tag

bad newsgn!reader ❀ ❂

you smell good

im so into you

fancy seeing you

Series

mirrors for friends (band!au)- TBD x fem!reader (ft. Kuroo, Atsumu, Iwazumi)

romeo? where art thou? [SMAU]- Kuroo x fem!reader

Various

singing disney songs(aoba johsai, nekoma, inarizaki)

characters as megan thee stallion lyrics

what color LED lights I’d give the boys (suna, atsumu, kuroo, sakusa, iwaizumi) ⭒

posting you on social media (bokuto, atsumu, mattsun, osamu, sakusa, Suna, Iwaizumi, kuroo, oikawa)

having pictures of you (atsumu, Suna, sakusa, kuroo)

#kuroo x reader #hq masterlist

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lssugaluv · 2 years

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Having the HQ boys forcing you out of bed in the mornings.

(Various Haikyuu characters x female reader.)

You are married to them.

They are trying to force you out of bed to get your days started with.

Kuroo, Iwazumi, Suga, and Akaashi.

Kuroo:

Kuroo hears his alarm go off at 6:45 a.m. He groaned a bit to turn it off. He knew it was time to get ready for work on a Monday morning. He has work at 9:00 a.m, but has to wake up a little early. No, not because it’s a Monday, but because you, his loving wife, needs an extra push. EVERY morning. He sits up on the edge of the bed and checks his phone. Nothing important, and then turns to you. “Babe. It’s time to wake up.” He gives you a small peck on your forehead, but nothing. “Babe, come on. We need to get ready for work.” Nothing again. “Y/n, we need to get ready.” He feels bad waking you up so decides to turn on the shower and get his stuff ready. He turns and sees you sound asleep, that he even picks your work outfit and gets your things ready as well. He looks at the clock and sees it’s already 7:25 a.m. He walks back towards you, grabs the sheets off of you, and picks you up. “Sorry baby, but it’s time to get up.” You wake up to being in your husband’s arms. “Where are going?” You ask as you’re waking up in a confused state. “We’re going to shower real quick okay.” You two shower, brush your hair and teeth and get ready for your days. “Thanks for waking me up babe.” You say with a full mouth of toast. “Baby, we do this every morning.” He says with a small scoff yet a sweet smile. “Are you getting tired of our routine?” You say grinning. “Never.”

Iwazumi:

He already knows what his morning duties are. They are to wake up on time, pick his work outfit, get ready, make a quick breakfast, and having to force his wife out of bed. It can be a bit hard for him to wake up in the mornings, especially him being a heavy sleeper. But compared to his wife, he is a featherweight sleeper. That woman can sleep literally through anything. “Y/n, it’s time to get up.” He says it in a monotone. Why? Because he already knows that doesn’t do anything. He takes the sheets off of you, pulls you towards him grabbing you from your legs. You wake up to your husband standing in front of you. “Good morning Iwa-love. Is it morning already?” You say with your morning voice. “Y/n, at this point I’m convinced that you do this on purpose.” He says with a furrowed brow. “Anything to get my husband to pull me out of bed in the morning, yes of course.” You put both arms straight out towards him and he lifts you up like a feather. You give him a kiss on the cheek and thank him. “Watch the day you run late.” He says. “I won’t. Because I have you to wake me up.” You say with a smile as you walk in the bathroom.

Suga:

“Wakey wakey princess.” Are the words you hear from your husband of 3 years. Oh how you love to hear his voice in the morning. “Good morning Kosh.” You say with a small smile. “Come on baby, let’s get ready.” He grabs your hand and you walk together to the bathroom, with hands locked to one another. You both brush your teeth, wash your faces, do your hair, and then get dressed. When you’re tired, you do everything at a slower pace from usual. Suga loves seeing you like this. If he could, he would let you sleep in. But because you can sleep for hours, and he knew you would miss work because of that. “I’m going to get socks, and make breakfast.” You walk out from your shared room and walk to your living room. You lazily look for a matching pair of socks and then walk into the kitchen. You decided to make a quick ham and egg breakfast sandwich for you and Suga. You decided to put the bread in the toaster. You then continue on cooking the egg and ham. You turned to see your couch look extra cozy. You lazily walk to the couch and wait for the bread to toast. You then remember waking up to a screaming Suga, the smoke alarm, and to the smell of burnt bread. “Y/N!!!!! WHAT IN THE WORLD DID YOU DO!!!” Suga came in running into the kitchen to come to black charred bread. He then uses a pillow from the sofa to air out the smoke detector. “Please don’t tell me you went back to sleep?!” You look at him with a sleepy face and a guilty smile. “Princess, this needs to stop! You can burn the whole house down next time.” He walks towards you and gives you a tight hug. “I’m taking over kitchen duties every morning now.”

Akaashi:

You wake up to being carried by your husband Akaashi. You felt your legs lazily wrapped around his back as your arms were around his neck. Your bathroom is apart from your room in your shared clubhouse. He gently sat you down on the toilet seat and get your toothbrushes ready. “Brush your teeth honey.” You began to slowly brush your teeth with the smallest of effort. As he finishes rinsing his mouth, he turns to see you fallen asleep on the toilet with your toothbrush in the corner of your mouth. “Oh baby.” He says with a sigh followed by a small giggle. “Honey, finish brush your teeth.” He helps you up by grabbing your arm gently. He then helps you get your hair done by handing you the hair brush and hair tie. He then picks you up again and walks back to the room. He knows he needs to be up extra early. Because for you, it takes extra effort to wake up. Even though you’re awake, you aren’t fully there. It takes about another hour for you to be functional. He is totally okay with it though. He wouldn’t change his morning routine at all. He gently sits you on bed and changes. He turns to see you laid down flat on your back, falling back to sleep. “Well this was a mistake.” He thinks to himself. He tugged on your arm and says, “okay honey, no you need to wake up.” You open your eyes, stand up and do as your sweet husband says.” He’s not one to yell at you but you can tell when worry or sternness comes in his voice. You finally change and meet him in the kitchen. He has your iced coffee ready with a muffin in hand. “Here you go baby.” He says as he hands you your stuff. “What would I do without you Akaashi?” You say with a smile on your face. “You for sure wouldn’t wake up.” He says as he gives you a small peck on your lips. “Let’s go honey.”

Afterthought: I don’t know why I woke up and decided to write this! I am a huge heavy sleeper myself, and I can imagine these men doing this lol. I would for sure love to wake up to Akaashi though 🥹.

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Summary: You finally got what you wanted, at least to a certain extent

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x black!fem!reader

Warnings: unrequited feelings, angst at the end, smut (18+!!), fingering (f), unprotected sex

Word Count: 1079

A/N: Repost! And I do plan to make this a series after a handful of people requested it, so that’s why I’m putting it on this blog!

You don't know how you got here, you don't really remember, but when you feel Iwaizumi planting soft, wet kisses on your neck, you could care less about how you got here.

"Come on, Y/N, I think you should just tell him how you feel. I mean what's the worst that could happen?"

You scoff. "Oh, I don't know, maybe that the guy that I've had feelings for for a long time, rejects me?" you try, and you see her roll her eyes.

"You never know unless you try."

You weren't really sure if you could call this trying. It could be the fact that the both of you are a little bit on the intoxicated side, the party your friend's hosting downstairs muffled by the four walls your in with the guy you've been dreaming about.

His lips lock onto yours as you fall down on the bed, Iwaizumi following suit, the heat of his body surrounding the front of you in warmth. Your arms wrap around his neck as his hands trail under your shirt, the feathery touch of his fingertips making goosebumps rise across your skin.

Without breaking away, he shoves your dress below your tits, his mouth attacking them eagerly. Your hands fly to his hair as his other hand makes its way to the hem of your dress.

He keeps his mouth on your breasts, his other hand joining in as well to bunch up your dress at your waist, you lifting your hips up to help him. He makes quick work of removing your underwear, throwing it off to the side somewhere before throwing his shirt off as well.

You moan softly when his fingers brush along your folds, and you hear him chuckle darkly against your neck. "You're soaking, aren't you?" And you don't get to respond as he shoves two fingers in you, your hands moving down to claw at his shoulders.

You cry into his neck as he curls his fingers inside of you, stretching you out before adding in another finger, hitting the spongy spot inside of you. "Please, Hajime, I need you," you whine out, your toes curling as you feel that knot inside of you starting to snap.

"I know, I know," he says before slipping his fingers out of you and unbuckling his jeans, getting both them and his boxers down just enough to get his erect cock out. He uses your slick to coat himself before lining himself up with your entrance.

He drives inside of you, making you scream loudly in surprise. He buries his face in your neck as he pulls his hips back before thrusting inside of you with force. As your arms and legs wrap around him, his forearms hold himself up beside your head to anchor his brutal pace.

Your nails start to claw at his back, the knot in your stomach so close to coming undone. "Hajime, fuck, I'm close," you warn, and he shifts his hips, nailing your g-spot, and he only continues to hit it when you clamp around him.

"Me too, shit," he swears, and with his pace relentless against that spot inside of you, the coil snaps instantly, and you cry out his name as you cum. He shudders violently as he freezes before you feel his seed shooting into you, painting your walls white.

He pulls out of you before flipping over onto his back, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your highs. You want to say something that you've been dying to tell him, but fatigue hits you both like a brick, and you blame it mostly on the alcohol, and you fall asleep before you can even get a word out.

When you wake up, the space next to you is cold. You open your eyes slightly, squinting as the sunlight comes through the window, a headache in the back of your head a signal of a hangover coming in.

You look to your left to see Iwaizumi frozen at the door. You sit up suddenly, noticing that you're still exposed. You pull your dress up over your chest and pull your comforter over your lap. "Leaving so soon?" you joke, but his reaction sucks the humor out of your words and releases thick tension in the air.

"Listen, Y/N," he starts, still facing the door, and you feel your heart drop. "Last night was..." he trails off like he doesn't want to call it what he wants to call it.

"A mistake?" you finish, hiding further under your comforter, the embarrassment, and humiliation starting to eat at you.

"No, no, it wasn't--"

"Then why won't you look at me, Iwaizumi?" The question seems to make him realize his position, but he can't bring himself to look at you.

As tears start to form in your eyes, you realize the lack of intimacy between the two of you last night. He never called your name, he never even looked at you. You both still had your clothes on. You don't know if it's a good thing that you didn't confess last night or not.

"Y/N, please, just listen--"

"Listen to what? You reject me? Why did you do it? I'm nothing but a simple fuck to you," you spit, holding back the tears in your eyes as hard as you can.

"No, it's not like that." He actually turns to look at you.

"Then what's it like, Hajime?!" Your lips start quivering on their own, and you look down.

"Y/N--"

"Get out, Hajime." There's no room in your voice for argument. You've given up. The man you've loved for so long sees you as nothing but a hit it and quit it. Another name on his list of girls he's slept with. You mean nothing to him.

He doesn't move, hesitating in his place. "Out." You're more firm this time, your voice echoing in the room, but can't even begin to cut between the tautness in the air.

His hand lands on the door handle, and you don't look at him. You feel his eyes boring holes into your head, but you don't lookup. You sit there, looking at your hands until you hear him leave.

When the door shuts, the waterworks start. Tears rain down your face, making a puddle on your comforter. "Fuck," you curse softly, but so full of bitterness.

Your best dream turned into your worst nightmare within a matter of twenty-four hours.

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