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body positivity texts || bokuto koutarou, oikawa tooru, satori tendou, terushima yuuji

request : hey there! I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself. I was wondering if you could do some body positivity texts for like a medium sized or chubby y/n with like bokuto, oikawa, tendou, and terushima. or you can do whoever you want. I’ve been really struggling with body confidence lately. alsooo if you can’t get to it I completely understand, pls don’t stress yourself <3

warnings : none i think??? just general good vibes??

a/n : these were so fun to make wtf ,,, also bokuto’s should say “no reason to not go out w me” smh

wakatoshi smiling.. reblog for good luck (clear skin, good grades, financial luck etc)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

quick photo study ft tendou in which i had no idea what i was doing but at least it was fun-

Angst ask: Oikawa gets into an intense argument with his s/o and goes to work angry, turning off his phone to spite them. Because of this, he misses the last text his s/o sends him before they end up dying (in like a robbery or bank heist, etc. You decide).

TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH AND BLOOD. 

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Gojo Satoru x Reader

3041 words, most of which aren’t SFW

When he came home, you welcomed him with a perfect balance of tranquility and excitement.

“Dinner’s on the cooker.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, his hands settled on your hips. Gojo kissed you with awe and relief, finally home, and when he tried to deepen it you pulled away. “I drew you a bath, so everything should be ready by the time you’re out.”

Not lingering on the interrupted kiss, he pressed another to your forehead and cooed: “Did I tell you I love you?”

He did this morning, under the covers, over breakfast, at the front door, on the phone — and before, and after, and sempiternally. Even then, you answered: “Not enough,” and you weren’t lying.

“I must’ve been a bodhisattva in my last life to deserve you.” Tightening his grip, he twirled you aloft and lowered you on the very tip of your toes so you couldn’t stand without anchoring yourself to him.

“All right, oh enlightened one.” You kissed him a final time before tearing him off. “Get your stinky uniform in the wash and your ass in the bath. You’re tracking blood everywhere.”

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WELCOME HOME (Miya Atsumu x Reader)

WARNINGS: Yandere, stepc*st/inc*st, praise kink, degradation, manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy, themes of blackmail, noncon/dubcon, somnophilia, spanking, unprotected, rough, spitting, oral (m receiving), stockholm syndrome, abuse, mentions of gunplay

Summary: You travel across the country for a conference and stay with your loving nii-chan. 

A/N: Read the warnings first! Dark content ahead :) Hope you enjoy my first server collab contribution! This is a part of the Haikyuu Headquarters NSFW Collab! Thank you to @wufxn​ and @hqbbg​ for all of your help and late nights! Tsumu-nii’s aesthetic is based on this.

Word Count: 4.3k

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— peep show | m.

pairing : hanamaki/reader

wordcount : 2.395

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : established relationship

tags : voyeurism, reading doesn’t know she’s being watched but makki does????, oc roommate, daddy kink, squirting, riding, fingering, soft!makki, praise kink, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation,

note : ive had this idea rattling around in my brain for ages. it’s got lit the BARE MINIMUM of plot it’s lit just pwp tbh so ENJOY

+ summary : makki overhears his roommate talking trash about how he can’t pleasure you, his girlfriend. so he puts on a little show to prove just how well he can treat you.

It started out with mumbled whispers in the spare bedroom. Makki was passing by, water bottle in hand as he made his way back to his own bedroom. 

The voice was familiar – the masculine tone of his roommate, Kensuke. If he had to guess he was on discord, chatting with some gaming buddies as usual. He was a nice enough guy, did what he was supposed to do in terms of pay rent and bills – that’s all Makki could really ask for. They had become roommates when Makki put out an ad and the rest was history. They were, by no means, friends and to be quite frank, they both liked it that way. 

And Makki wasn’t usually in the habit of eavesdropping but when he heard your name muffled through the wood, he paused. 

Pressing his ear against the door, he closed his eyes to block out all other external stimuli – focusing on the words being spoken by his roommate. 

“Yeah dude, Hanamaki’s girlfriend,” he muttered, “She’s a total babe, I don’t know how he managed to get her. She’s way out his league,” he was quite for a second before laughing, “Nah, she prances around in these little lounge shorts that just make her ass look great, trust me, it’s a sight.”

Makki rolled his eyes. Of course it would be that. He wasn’t insecure or worried about his roommates apparent attraction to you, no, he was pretty used to it. He knew you were pretty and, to be quite frank, it boosted his ego to hear how other men lost themselves over you. But Kensuke’s next words truly irked him and had him storming back to his bedroom with his jaw set in irritation.

“I can hear them bangin’ sometimes – like the bed moving and shit but she never makes any noise so he’s probably not even that good,” Kensuke laughs, “Anyone with eyes can see she’s too good for him – he can’t even get her to moan in bed, I feel kinda bad for him…poor guy. Anyway, let’s get this game goin’!”

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[letters of obsession]

triggers; smut, violence, predator type behaviour, objectification, NOTE; this is not love.

bf; semi eita

au; yandere / horror

special haikyuu collab, masterlist will be linked soon.

“He watches me while I shower.” You said. Your hands gripping the cell phone tightly. It was a cold night, much colder than before. Your feet moved on their own as you paced around your bedroom.

There was silence on the other end of the phone line.

“Hitoka? Are you still there ?” You stopped walking and looked down at your phone. The call was cut. This couldn’t be happening right now.

Your fingers raced agaisnt the screen as you tried to call Hitoka once more.

Please answer, please answer, please, please.

You stopped as you heard a noise from outside your bedroom. Eyes widened as you stared at the door.

He shouldn’t be home yet. He said he was going out for the night and wouldn’t get back until later…

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big and bad (pt. 2)

pairing: matsukawa issei x f!reader

summary: the woods are a dark place.

genre: fantasy

word count: 2.9K

warnings: 18+, dubcon in the beginning, oral (m. receiving), vaginal s3cs, slight size kink, breeding

author’s note: here’s part 2 of my HQHQ server collab! i recommend reading part one so you have plot because otherwise this is just,, pwp LOL anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

as always, shoutout to @atsumuse and @samuslut for being real g’s and supporting me, ily guys (ew gross being soft on main? blegh)

* please blacklist #hrnybbg if you are under the age of 18!

part one.

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big and bad.

pairing: matsukawa issei x reader

summary: the woods are a dark place.

genre: fantasy

word count: 1.6K

warnings: i didn’t have this beta’d and this was completed at 5:30am so there might be mistakes but uh, none otherwise that i can think of (but please message me to correct me)

author’s note: heyo! 🤪 I’m back with another HQHQ server collab fic! you can check out the other amazing writers’ works here! i have our dear mattsun for both collabs (and both parts are now posted)!! n e ways as always, I hope you guys enjoy! 💕

part two (18+)

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miya atsumu x f!reader

tags: con noncon, anal, public bathroom, degradation, dacryphilia

you know that atsumu always demands absolute silence for his serves. you know it, but it’s also been a while since he’s been rough with you, and you crave it. so you muster up all your courage and scream his name just after he commands the room. you know instantly that he recognizes your voice, but he doesn’t even look at you, and you watch as he hits one of the most intense jump serves you’ve ever seen. 

atsumu finds you as soon as he exits the locker rooms and without a word pull’s you into the men’s washrooms. he glares at the man washing his hands, who scrambles off, and pushes you into the stall.

“yer a fuckin’ pig, y’know?” he hisses, holding your upper arm with bruising force.

you whimper, “tsumu—”

“shut yer mouth,” he spins you around, bending you over the filthy toilet, “ya really pissed me off this time, y/n.”

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When he lost to Karasuno, he looks so down so you build up the couragr and cheers him up 😌😏😉😉

OHHHMYGOD YES

based on this post <3

⭒word count; 410

⭒warnings/tags; lingerie, some pda

It didn't matter how hard he tried to hide it; you knew he was upset.

The warmth of the setting sun kissed your exposed legs, a gentle breeze tickling between your thighs as you dug your fingers into the straps of your backpack. Iwaizumi walked you to your front gate as promised, his expression frostier than usual. Despite the faint scowl, he still looked handsome; as if carved from marble, rays of ocher light were delicate on his otherwise roughened features.

Stood in the sunbath, you struggled to find the right words to say.

"H-Hajime-senpai... Um–"

You had something to show him; you read about it in your girls' magazines, stressed over every bubble of text, and memorized the advice written in curly font— Ever since that game against Karasuno, you wanted to show him just how much you cared.

"I wanna help you feel better"

There was a slight blush that crept up to your cheeks when you reached for the hem of your skirt; painted nails grabbing at the pleats, raising the fabric ever-so-slightly above your hip bones. Revealing skin, freshly-smooth, you took your lower lip between your teeth and looked up to meet his softened gaze.

He blinked and swallowed deep, trying his hardest to avoid the precious sight that his innocent, little underclassman presented him with. Your new panties hugged the curves your hips, waistband digging into the plush of your tummy; see-through lace adorned with tiny, pink butterflies, made it obvious that you shaved your cunny just for him.

Leaning forward Iwaizumi brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, breath warm against your neck.

"You did that all for me?"

His voice was nothing more than raspy whisper, serving as a gentle reminder that you had yet to step into the house.

Lowering your skirt, you nodded, doe-eyed and heart aflutter. The magazines said boys liked surprises and you wondered if it were true— Turning your head, you press your glossy lips against his, hands sliding up the expanse of his chest before dainty fingers found themselves in his umber hair. The kiss filled his senses with the sweet, strawberry scent of your perfume; lingering was the delicate taste of cocoa when you pulled away, the gloss from your lips now on his. His olive-green eyes rounded, and he absentmindedly reached for his mouth to wipe away the sticky residue. You giggled and flashed him a toothy smile.

"Are you surprised, Hajime-senpai?"

hi !! i loved your post about suna etc etc and their s/o likes getting teased and pretends to be offended ... can you do the same for kuroo, oikawa, and bokuto please ?? :) thank you !!

spent a good minute thinking about the repercussions for jokingly ignoring kuroo 😗

oh also, I don’t know if you wanted the teasing to still be about their height like the last prompt, so I decided to switch it up (bc idk how to tease short people) apologies if that’s not what you wanted though :(

being ignored by their s/o

feat. Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto

Kuroo

Kuroo has an enormous amount of pride catered towards how smart he is- this is a FACT

honestly, you’re grateful for him because he’s always there if you need help with a subject

plus that means you two have plenty of study dates!! a win-win

anyways it’s towards the end of your first class, and the teacher was passing back a test. after grabbing yours, you head over to where Kuroo and Yaku sat

“Tetsurou~!! Are you free this weekend??” you give him puppy-dog eyes, hoping he says yes

he jokingly rolls his eyes at you and teases, “hmm? oh did you fail your test? do you need tutoring? you know babe, you’d do really well if you spent more time listening in class than you do sleeping”

you pause at his words- no that’s not why you’re there. to be fair, in the last week, you have pestered him to help you with this particularly tricky math lesson. and the teacher did just hand back tests, so it makes sense why he asked that

you weren’t upset at his assumption, but you decided it would be quite funny if you pretended you were

your smile soon turned into a small pout and you furrowed your brows, “... never mind”

before Kuroo could tell you he was just joking, you’re already heading back to your seat for your next class

throughout the day you pretend like he doesn’t exist. when you spot him walking towards you, you quickly try to make yourself look busy by talking to a teacher or another student

and props to you for being a really great actor, because after many attempts, Kuroo picks up on how you’re actively ignoring him

so during lunch, he sends Kenma over to investigate

he heads to your classroom, which is where you’ve chosen to eat in order to ignore your boyfriend. he was surprised to see you scrolling on your phone and laughing, since he expected you to be moping around

you look up and smile at the setter, and you hold out your lunch

“Kenma!! oh hey do you want to try some of my lunch? I cooked it myself!!”

but Kenma cuts straight to the point, “you look rather happy for someone who’s supposed to be upset with their boyfriend... are you actually mad at Kuroo?”

your eyes dart to the door and you mouth to him, “is he in the hall?”

Kenma shakes his head, but you’re too skeptical so you go up to check yourself. the coast is clear

“don’t be dumb Kenma, I’m not actually upset at him. but he did tease me today and that was kind of rude of him. so let’s just say I’m teaching him a lesson!!” you try to rationalize your actions

Kenma shakes his head, “whatever- as long as it’s nothing serious” and he walks out of the room. he’s sensible enough to know not to say a word, so you continue to enjoy your lunch

when Kenma reports back to Kuroo, he thinks about what to say so that he wouldn’t be lying to his best friend, but also not betray your trust

“she said something about being dumb and lessons- I don’t know”

Kuroo comes to the conclusion that his comments earlier, in combination with your test score, made you lose confidence in yourself and doubt your intelligence.

failing a test is always a shitty feeling, but Kuroo hates thinking that his words just made you feel even worse

he knew he had to make amends as soon as possible, so he gave his remains lunch to Yaku and left to go find you

while walking to class, Kuroo is fortunate enough to run into you in front of the teachers lounge

before you could scurry away, Kuroo catches your arm and pulls you back towards him

trying your best not to laugh, you turn back and look at him with blank eyes

“did you need something, Kuroo?”

he frowns when he hears you use his last name, and the first thing he does is pull you in for a hug

“I’m sorry about the comment I made about your grades this morning. it was a dumb joke, and I don’t want you to ever think you’re not smart- because you are smart. doesn’t matter how you did on that test, okay?”

you pull away from his hug a bit to look at his face, he looks so apologetic that you almost feel bad for tricking him

“Tets-” you’re interrupted by the teachers lounge door opening

Out exits your math teacher and upon sight, the two of you immediately separate

“oh, there are my two star students! I know this last test was particularly devilish, but you guys did great!!” he beamed at you two, and you could see the confusion forming on Kuroo’s face

“especially you, Miss Y/n! you should be proud- after all you were the only student to get a perfect score!!” and with that announcement, your math teacher walked away

as soon as he was out of sight, Kuroo lifted you up and over his shoulder

“wha- hey BABE PUT ME DOWN” you thrash your legs around, but it’s no use

“not until you apologize for deceiving me like that” he says, acting nonchalant as he passes by confused students

“okay but you were the one making unnecessary jokes in the first place. psSHH how could you think I failed that test when I had the best tutor in the world?”

Kuroo smiles at that comment, but still doesn’t let you down

at the other end of the hallway, Kenma sees the two of you and sighs, “I hate it here” before walking away

Oikawa

you were definitely used to seeing girls flock around your boyfriend

and it didn’t instill any sort of insecurity- although admittedly it did get annoying because it did feel odd knowing that there were girls still trying to win his affection.

still, he never accepted any gifts from them or did anything to make it seem like he was actually interested in them out of respect for your relationship

one morning, you’re at school early for morning duties and you see the four third years heading towards the clubroom

upon seeing you, Oikawa envelopes you in a hug and proceeds to twirl you around

“you guys are literally disgusting” Makki scoffs

ignoring him, Oikawa presents you with a cute box of chocolates

“for you~” he smiles and you eye him suspiciously

“kinda odd for you to have chocolates... where did you get them from Tooru?” you ask

Oikawa rolls his eyes and decides to joke around, “oh yeah a really cute girl gave them to me this morning”

you could see the receipt from the store he bought it from peeking from his school jacket pocket, but somehow you thought it would be a good idea to mess around with him

your smile drops, “oh- you got them... from another girl? that’s cool. um I don’t really want chocolate right now so maybe you should take them!! you should eat them, since you know... a cute girl got it for you!” you offer him a weak smile before announcing you had to head to your classroom for your morning duties

you walk out of the room quickly, praising yourself for your stupendous actions as you recount the third years’ reactions

Oikawa’s face was filled with panic when he thought that you misunderstood his joke

and the other three stood there wide-eyes, not knowing what to do

things would only get funnier throughout the day because naturally, Oikawa would find himself surrounded by girls in the hall

and everytime you witnessed this, you made sure to have some sort of sad expression when you made eye contact with him

you don’t know why you decided to take this little prank even further, but you’re literally hiding in the library in order to avoid Oikawa during lunch

since Oikawa can’t find you, he mopes back to his friends

“Iwa-chan, I think Y/n is upset with meeeee” he whines

“probably, it’s your fault for saying you got the chocolates from another girl you dumbass” Iwaizumi isn’t the most comforting, but you gotta appreciate his honesty

“you know what bothers me though?” Makki speaks up, “I don’t think Y/n is this dumb to believe Oikawa’s joke”

Mattsun nods hid head, “I was literally thinking the same thing. Oikawa would be a big enough idiot to fall for something like this-”

“what, okay first of all that’s rude. also I don’t know if it’s fair to say Y/n is faking her emotions” Oikawa says. of course he doesn’t want to dismiss your own feelings, no matter how off script they may seem

back in the library, you decide to stop the whole act when you see him after school- right before he has practice

throughout the rest of the day, Oikawa is trying to text you- trying to explain everything. but you leave his messages on DELIVERED

he starts to think about how you might have gotten more insecure seeing him be flocked upon by girls and how you probably just didn’t share this feeling

it probably didn’t get any better considering he pretended he accepted chocolates from another girl

he plans out an entire apology for you!! like he is writing an outline of all the times he has wronged you and how it was all just a stupid joke. like he is really keen on making sure you understand how much he loves you and only you

after class he’s unable to find you until he gets a message from Iwaizumi that you’re sitting behind the gym

when Oikawa manages to evade his fans, he sees you sitting against the gym wall, scrolling through your phone

he sits in front of you, and when you notice him, he grabs your hands and begins his apology

“Y/n. I wanted you to know that I lied about getting the chocolates from a girl this morning-”

“I know” you manage to slip in in the middle of his words

“I thought it would be really funny to joke about it but- wait did you say you knew? Who told you, and when?” he looks surprised, wondering which one of his friends confronted you about it

“uhhh I knew the second you told me. plus I saw the store receipt sticking out in your pocket soooo” you giggle at him, but slowly your laughter ceases when his own face gets serious

“you’re telling me that you knew about this, and still decided to ignore me.” his eyes staring into yours are enough to make you lose your thoughts for a second

“I- uh, well you joked around with me first Tooru!!! so I thought I would... do the same?” you smile sweetly, hoping he would forgive you

your boyfriend rolls his eyes, and pulls you forward and into his arms

you wrap your arms around his torso and let out a content sigh- to be honest you did miss being around him today. plus he wasn’t upset with you so no harm no foul-

“you’re so sly Y/n-chan” he whispers in your ear, and you feel a blush forming on your face

but before anything could happen, Iwaizumi rounds the corner of the building

“Shittykawa get your ass over here, it’s time for practice”

leave it to Iwaizumi to ruin the mood

Bokuto

no why would you ignore the owl boy : (

because sometimes he needs to be HUMBLED

it’s already after school, and you were watching the volleyball team practice

today’s practice was much more lax than usual, so it was entertaining to see the team just play around for fun

you’re watching them practice their serves and chatting with the managers when a ball bounces off the floor and hits your face

your face stings for a bit, but you’re completely fine since it wasn’t a direct hit

you look up to see the perpetrator approaching you- and it’s your boyfriend. of course

Bokuto bites his lip, but he can’t help but laugh at what had happened

“oh my god, babe- I'm so sorry but seeing your shocked face right before the ball hit you was the funniest thing ever”

he cups your face to check for injuries but his smile falters when he sees you looking upset

“kou- that really hurt me. I can’t believe you laughed” you pout at him

no of course you weren’t upset, but he literally laughed at you for getting hit. he should feel a bit upset

without giving Bokuto a chance to react, you escape from his hands to hide behind Yukie and Kaori

when the managers turn around to face you, they see you give them a small wink and they give you a small nod in return

turning back to the captain, who sat this point looks really confused and slightly worried, the managers keep up the charade

“Bokuto, you should just let Y/n calm down. get back to practicing” Yukie says and they return to practice

the managers pull you off to the side

“well, I think we deserve an explanation since we just covered your ass there” Kaori says, trying really hard not to laugh and draw in suspicion

“oh my goodness, you saw what happened!! I don’t think Koutarou should have teased me like that. there’s nothing wrong with teaching him a lesson!” you say in a low voice

“I don’t know... don’t get me wrong I think it’s hilarious in theory. but are you sure about this”

you shrug at your friends, “yeah, it’ll be a fun joke.” and the two managers sigh, knowing what would happen to the ace

when the three of you appear back in the team’s line of sight, Bokuto is throwing glances at you, in hopes that you look back

and when you do, his heart absolutely shatters when he sees you give him a hurt look

his hair deflates and he lowers his head as he walks towards Akaashi

“Akaashi... I'm a terrible boyfriend. I injured my girlfriend and then laughed about it” he whines

Akaashi remains as honest as ever, “yeah, I think making fun of her was pushing it Bokuto-san. I don’t blame her for being upset”

as practice continues, it doesn’t take long for everyone to notice Bokuto’s decline in skill. he’s very out of it, and just overall sluggish

you watch in shock as Bokuto tells Akaashi to not set to him anymore

Kaori pokes you in your side, “still think this is a good idea, Y/n?” and Yukie sticks her tongue out at you. the two has 100% expected this outcome

to be fair, you knew that Bokuto would feel apologetic, but your top notch acting really intensified things

during the team’s break, you approach your boyfriend, who’s sitting on the bench alone- away from the rest of the team

you shake your head at how dramatic he can be sometimes, still it was cute how much he was worried for you

you tap his shoulder, and when he looks up you simply plop yourself down on his lap and wrap your arms around him

“I’m sorry” you mumble

Bokuto blinks in confusion, “wha-wait what for?”

“I lied to you. I was never upset at you, I just pretended to be because you decided to tease me and I wanted revenge” you bury your head into his neck, half guilty and half embarrassed

Bokuto wraps his arms around you and takes a deep breath in

maybe he should be upset that you had messed with him, but you were really remorseful and so cute, he decided to forget about it and skip the lecture

instead he gives the top of your head a kiss, “you’re forgiven. but I’m also sorry for hitting and laughing at you” he says

you lift your head to kiss him, “well then, I guess we’re even then” and like that, Bokuto returns to normal

the two of you cuddle a bit more before the team heads back to practice some more

somehow that has given him strength, and his spikes are even more powerful than before

please don’t get hit this time though

I wonder if you know how they live in Tokyo

Slight Yandere! Oikawa X Reader Smut

hhii here’s my first smut here ;) so this is from my wattpad yandere oikawa fic but I thought I’d add it here too.

;; – fingering, praise kink, hand job and dirty talk.

Oikawa Tooru looms over your body with a triumphant smirk modelling over his pretty lips and clear lust colouring his eyes. “Well, princess?” He purrs, slowly pushing his thigh up to the area between your parted legs. You feel his knee rub against your throbbing clit when he bends over, peppering honeyed kisses on the side of your neck.

You knew exactly what he wanted, his sexual endeavours in the past were usually denied because you never found yourself truly trusting Oikawa; sometimes you’d give in but very rarely. Yet now? Perhaps… it was okay. That for just a little time, you’d let yourself free and take each other’s love to the most intimate level.

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『The Pretty Third Year』

pairing: Oikawa Toru x Reader

anon request: can i pls hav a scenario where oikawa was practicing his serves and the f!reader was hit by the ball and when he came to her she saw his face and was like: “..god?” or smth like that skdhsj

a/n: ngl kinda got carried away with this one

wc: 1.1k

genre: just some fluff and hinting of future romance bc oikawa’s smitten lmao

warning/s: none

You had no care for the world at all as you stroll towards the almost empty volleyball gym, skeptical about your decision to give being their manager a go. 

“You won’t regret it, you’ll see, I bet you’ll get along with our captain,” Kindaichi grins. 

“Hm, now that you say it, Oikawa-san and y/n would click, childish minds and all that shit,” Kunimi nods, “up to you though,” followed by a shrug. 

Well, their words can’t have come from nowhere, even Kunimi agrees that you’ll love managing the team, and gaining a few more friends isn’t bad either. Poking your head through the doorway, you scan the place, immediately intimidated by the frowning third year by the benches. 

In an instant you hide outside, telling yourself that you could maybe make friends elsewhere and that being their volleyball team manager just ain’t for you. Right, you smile to yourself, relieved that you didn’t have to face any scary scowling third years. 

“Oy y/n I saw you, just come in!” You kinda want to punch an onion-head right now, but you keep it cool and stop moving, hoping the silence would be enough sign for him to leave you alone. 

“Maybe you’re imagining things.” Listen to Kunimi, please.

“Y/n just come in!” 

“Fine,” you grumble to yourself, legs begrudgingly carrying you towards the door. The last thing you see is Kindaichi’s horrified expression before you’re knocked to the ground.

For more than a few seconds, everything’s shifting and you couldn’t comprehend what was happening around you, your head hurt and you were beyond dizzy. Just when you’re about to fall to your side— your head no doubt bound to make contact with the wooden floor, a hand supports your head from behind while your back rested on something firm, warm and moist with sweat. 

Oh, it’s someone’s thigh. 

Your vision’s all blurry with your head pounding too much for you to understand the string of apologies and “are you okay’s” from Oikawa, who guiltily so— was the one to hit you with his infamous nasty serve. 

“Iwa-chan is she dead? Oh my god I can’t kill someone!” 

“Y/n are you alright?”

“Back off, give her some space, but seriously are you okay? Can I take you to the hospital?” Toru couldn’t hide the worry and panic in his voice as he looked back at your squinted eyes, his calf starting to ache from having to support you with his thigh but he couldn’t care less, no. 

Finally, you could see quite better, though you still had to squint your eyes as you looked up at the the third year who held you, the light a tad bit too bright behind his head. 

“It’s too bright,” you groan in pain, and you feel his hand brushing strands of hair off your face. “Is it now?” You hear him mutter mindlessly to himself under his breath before he slightly shifts, now blocking the light from your face. 

“Better?” He smiles, and when you could now see him clearly, it’s as if your brain and rationality flew out the window. “Pretty,” the word comes out in a genuine and awestruck tone, definitely clear and loud enough for everyone to hear. 

Oikawa Toru was indeed the prettiest person your eyes ever landed on your whole life— with his mint green Seijoh shirt, the material sticking to his chest because of his sweat, his handsomely disheveled hair that you could only imagine running your fingers through, and with his lips slightly apart as he breathed through them; chest rising up and down quite heavily, obviously because he’s been practicing too long. 

He smells so freaking great, and he was extremely close you’re gravitated to hold him. 

What really had you smitten and weak were his eyes though, with the way he looked at you, you could almost pretend he found you as interesting and beautiful as you did him. 

You snap out of it the moment you hear Kindaichi’s laughter. Oikawa was clearly surprised at what you had just said—speechless, eyebrows raised, and head cocked to the side in puzzle. 

Kunimi snorts from behind his captain, “she’s okay,” he says while trying to stifle his giggle. Oikawa’s caught in a dilemma, should he flirt and get carried away with the admiring look in your eyes or should he check on your condition first?

The latter, he tells himself. 

“Y/n-chan, was it? You okay? Does your head hurt?” He calmly asks you as he helps you completely sit up without having to lean on him. 

Toru being afraid you’ll collapse or get dizzy again, was still sitting at the balls of his feet, his thigh just behind your back and his hand unconsciously massaging your head. This doesn’t go unnoticed by everyone, of course— what a shocker, the Great Oikawa was genuinely this concerned even though you’re evidently okay now?

“Here,” he offers his hand, helping you stand up, the both of you failing to fight the fuzzy feeling in your chests at the contact. You may look like you were still battling the dizziness in your head but in reality, you were cringing so bad now that you’ve realized what you had just said. 

“Thanks, Oikawa-senpai,” you shyly mutter, your idiot friends giggling at your exchange. For obvious reasons, you can’t bring yourself to look up at Oikawa, “I’m really sorry y/n-chan, you appeared out of nowhere, you could hit me back if you like, though Iwa-chan already hit me hard too, wait, no, the point is, I’m really really sorry,” he brings his hands together as he slightly bows his head.

“It’s fine, please don’t worry about it,” you try to reassure him, instinctively grabbing his hands to have him retrieve himself from that position and at the same time planning your escape. “Uh, it’s late, I have to go,” you awkwardly say when he looks at you, and your eyes meet even if it’s just for a mere second before you looked away again. 

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, eyes darting to his hands which you’ve held just seconds ago— he doesn’t want you to go yet. 

“Yes, uh, goodnight, and uhm well, take care,” you flush, cringing at every word that came out of your mouth. Take care? Wow, you sound so stupid. 

Before he could say something back, you’ve rushed out of the gym, his heart ultimately deflating after seeing you go. With a sigh, he turns on his heels to get back to practicing his serves— he can’t help it, there’s nothing he could do to see you nor does he have any reason to talk to you again. 

Little did he know you sat right outside the gym, on the first step of the staircase, with your hand on your chest at an attempt to calm down your erratic heartbeat. The image of his smile, his eyes, his face— breathtaking. His voice was velvet and his supposedly platonic touches were so immaculate for you that you still feel the tingles and the warmth despite being out there in the cold. 

Your friends were right, you’d love to manage their team.

or maybe you’ll love him, an involuntary voice from your subconscious makes you grow flustered all over again. 

“That sucked,” Iwaizumi comments just to piss him off more, referring to his 27th failed attempt at a decent serve. Oikawa groans, running his hands through his hair in frustration, “how annoying!” 

“Oikawa-san, you’ll see her again, you know,” Kunimi nonchalantly says without looking up as he scrolls through his phone, aware of how he’s got his captain’s attention in an instant. 

“What? What do you mean? I wouldn’t care less if I don’t Kunimi-kun,” he tries to brush it off, though he was beyond curious— when and how could he look back at those pretty e/c eyes of yours and hear you call him pretty again? 

“Y/n L/n, Seijoh first year, class 1-2,” he says with an eye roll. Oikawa grins— so you went to his school too, now there’s nothing to be down about anymore. Maybe he’ll accidentally cross paths with you in the halls and maybe he’ll accidentally strike up a conversation too. 

“So you guys are friends?” He asks, the subtle smile on his face never shaken off. “I guess, and just so you know, she came here because we asked her to try being our manager.” 

“Our manager?” He smirks, spinning the ball in his hands now with oozing confidence and ease, “even better,” he chuckles before tossing the ball in the air, and with full force sending it across the net, successfully hitting the floor with precision, speed and power. 

“Someone’s fired up,” Iwaizumi says with an eye roll, but his comment was ignored as Toru happily hums to himself, picking up another ball from the ground 

“Can’t wait to know you, y/n l/n.” 

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atsumu getting pissed off on court. staring down a player on the other side of the net. arguing with the ref. his arms flexing when he points no i did not touch the antenna. grinding his jaw. eyes are heavy-lidded. putting his hands on his hips as he walks around. running a hand through his hair, his face. looking for the coach and signalling for a time out with a disbelieving look on his face, only to whine when they’re in huddle. coach threatens to bench him. he shuts up so fast. the muscles on his neck are wound. wipes his sweat with his jersey, brings the collar part to his face. gives a sneak peek of his abs when it rides up. kind of opens his mouth when he’s pissed, tongue pokes at his gums near his lower lip.

[ 11:20 PM ] — sakusa kiyoomi.

sakusa knew he loved you when he found that he was happier being around you than when he was alone. when he started packing an extra handkerchief for you every time you two went out. when, after 2 years of using the same default wallpaper, he had finally changed it to a picture of you. just you, smiling. 

he didn’t know how or why you stuck with him for so long but what he did know was that he wanted you there with him for as long as possible. the thought of having someone in his space; touching his things; touching him and all the vulnerabilities tucked inside him was inconceivable before he met you. but now, after knowing you and falling in love with you, having you in his space was all he could ever want.

“ah, omi. you’re home!” you greeted him happily as he walked into your shared apartment. there was a bounce in your step as you hopped over to take his bag from him.

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atlas in her eyes | kuroo t.

synopsis: he loves you, then he loves you not.

genre: pain

wc: 800+

a/n: :) 

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to breathe, you think, can be as easy as it is hard.

you inhale, and sometimes the air flows as easy as it spreads. sometimes oxygen comes in as smooth as the first breath of spring and summer’s air; where you smell the flowers, the sun, and the dewdrops that come by morning and leave by night. 

kind of like tetsurou. because to love, you note, works like the principles that come with breathing. 

“hello,” he breathes and it starts from there. 

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don’t look too close (m)

stalker!bokuto kōtarō x fem!reader

warnings: tw yandere, tw stalking, tw implied kidnapping, implied voyeurism, mentions of murder, (consensual) nsfw, rough sex

word count: 3.8k

day 2/9 of candy corn

the most beautiful person in the world? the most intelligent, the funniest, the sweetest, the kindest person who hangs the sun and the stars and the moon in the sky, who makes the world spin, who makes the air feel light and refreshing? the one who makes bokuto’s life worth living, the one who permeates his thoughts from the moment he wakes to the moment he’s drifting into sleep?

you.

you’re his soulmate, bokuto knows it. he knew it from his very first day at college when he saw you buying your coffee- an iced vanilla frappucino- and he could feel the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat change. now it only pounded for you, the love of his life.

he just thinks you’re so sweet, especially when you’re leaving your house every morning and you always stop by the fence, blessing your young, handsome neighbour with your stunning smile as you two chat. bokuto thinks you’re so kind, the way you shyly laugh at the neighbour’s flirtatious lines and that you always lend him sugar and milk when he runs out and you once even baked him a tray of sweet-smelling cookies but it simply won’t do- bokuto is the only one who can love you so protecting you from your grey-haired neighbour was worth it to see you look dejected when your neighbour suddenly loses his job at the local elementary school and has to move back to his hometown, hoping the stain of the anonymous complaint won’t cling to him there too.

you’re also so smart, bokuto observes. he likes hearing your pretty voice explain the writer’s use of symbolism in the play to your classmate, some skinny, scrawny boy with deep green hair and freckles. he looks at you too much like bokuto does though, eyes wide and sparkling which bokuto tries to appreciate- you really are amazing- but you’re his. so it’s a shame but all for the greater good when your classmate suddenly starts to avoid you like the plague, his eyes wide with something akin to fear and stammering a weak excuse when you do try to approach him.

bokuto thinks you’re so goofy when you’re cooking in the kitchen, pop music playing from your speakers as you dance around, the aroma of spices hanging in the air as you use the wooden spoon as a microphone. he thinks you’re so cute how your eyes glaze with tears and you sniffle into your blanket when you’re watching some drama on the television and you always smell so sweet- he isn’t quite sure what the scent is but he’ll remember to look closely at your perfumes the next time he’s in your bedroom- it’ll make a nice birthday present for you in exactly three months time. he thinks you look so mesmerising when you study, a little crease between your brows and hair bundled out of the way as you think hard, you’re just so smart. and he really likes the tidy hairstyle you wear when you're working; with all those pretty locks tied up, you can barely notice the big chunk bokuto just had to take from you to keep in his pocket so he can feel you all day. your hair is so silky and smells sweetly of honey and cinnamon he just had to buy the same shampoo too.

but bokuto’s favourite part of you is when night falls and your room glows with orange candlelight. you look so sensual when you undress yourself, your body so beautiful that he wants to trace his fingers over every inch of you and kiss every part of you. he’s mesmerised when you lie down on your bed, hand disappearing between your legs. you look so pretty, every sinful face you make as you stuff your cunt full of your fingers and fuck yourself till you’re cumming, mouth parted open with a name bokuto imagines is his own. you make him feel so different, so hot and flustered and overcome with need that he always tries to time his own climax with yours, fisting his cock and biting his lip to stifle his deep moans as he releases all over his own hand. sometimes he just wants to remember it forever, remember every part of you forever so that’s why he has his phone camera pointed towards you, no matter what you’re doing.

but most of all, bokuto’s thankful that despite many of your amazing qualities being observant is not one of them. he’s glad you don’t notice his golden eyes peering into your windows, watching you when you’re getting out of the shower and dropping your towel to reveal your wet, glistening body. you don’t notice the constant second shadow trailing after you when you’re walking through empty streets, headphones blasting music and blocking out the world and his footsteps and loud presence behind you. you don’t notice the creaking floorboards when you’re sleeping in your bedroom and brush off the sounds of clattering outside your home as a stray cat, the shadow that switches off the television you’ve kept on and setting an extra alarm to make sure you don’t oversleep, and it’s even better that you’re so unobservant because you don’t notice just how many panties have seemingly gone missing from your laundry basket. you don’t notice that the cctv image of the grey-haired suspect who was last seen by the canal where your ex-boyfriend’s body turns up, battered and bruised, looks eerily similar to the man who sat at the table behind you at the cafe where your ex-boyfriend revealed he was cheating on you, leaving you a sobbing, heartbroken mess. you don’t notice the golden eyes that watch your boss from your part-time job harass you in the empty car park, his groping hands going too far, only he never shows up for work again. his wife begs on the news surrounded by reporters for him to come home.

it’s time now.

the taste of alcohol is fiery on bokuto’s lips but it doesn’t match the warmth in his chest, the electrifying exhilaration he feels when he watches you over the flashing coloured lights from across the crowded room. you’re with a group of friends, smiling and laughing as you sway your hips in tune to the thumping music, looking absolutely delectable in the short, black dress, face painted as a cracked china doll. he doesn’t mind that you’re with friends- after all, he’s made sure they’re suitable to be in your life and just in case they do happen to mess up and hurt you he’s gathered useful information: the tall red haired man has a peanut allergy, the younger blonde girl doesn’t have a fire alarm installed in her apartment and the pretty, black-haired girl with glasses drives a car and a number of things can go innocently wrong with that.

he watches you carefully, waiting for the moment you finally pant something to your friends then you’re walking away, swaying slightly from how many drinks you’ve downed. this is bokuto’s chance, his heart drumming and butterflies fluttering in his stomach as he grins, tossing his drink into some random plant pot as he follows after you into the kitchen. the hallways and rooms are filled with people, the garden overspilling too as the music blares, a heavy stench of alcohol and sweat lingering but that’s halloween college parties and bokuto’s only here for one reason.

“anything good in there?” his voice is bright and cheerful even though his heart is pounding too fast when he steps behind you, admiring the curve of your ass visible under the short hem of your skirt as you bend over to rifle through the fridge.

“barely anything- but what do you expect from a frat house?” your voice is honey and your smile so beautiful and radiant bokuto feels like he’s going to faint when you stand up straight and face him. you look gorgeous, even under the slightly-tangerine lightbulbs, your makeup half-faded and skin greasy with oils, bokuto has never thought you’ve looked any more wonderful and now you’re really here, you’re really here smiling at him and speaking to him. “i’m y/n.” he thinks it’s cute the way you introduce yourself like he doesn’t know you already, like he doesn’t know your birthday, your high school, your parents’ names and where they work and what elementary school your older sister’s kids go to.

“bokuto kōtarō.”

he notices your eyes scanning his face before they slowly rake down his body, taking in his broad shoulders and muscular arms that ripple underneath his short-sleeved t-shirt, his veiny hands and a smirk grows when your eyes widen as they drop down to his crotch, down his thighs. he feels light inside, almost dizzy and giddy.

“have we met before?” you ask shyly, tilting your head as you look back up at his face. your eyes narrow slightly with intrigue. “you feel so familiar, like i’ve seen you around before or met you somewhere possibly?” bokuto quickly shakes his head- he isn’t a complete idiot and his friend kenma, the one who introduced him to all the secret reddit threads and discord servers of how to go about finally getting the love you’ve been pining over, taught him enough of how to go about this. so bokuto smiles gently as he shakes his head, locking his gleaming gold eyes with yours.

“i don’t think we have- i’d have remembered meeting a girl as beautiful as you.”

bokuto knew it would work- after all, akaashi had provided him with plenty of pick up lines- but the thrill of seeing you get so visibly flustered, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you chuckle, is incomparable. he’s never felt so whimsical before but it encourages him more, akaashi and kuroo’s advice ringing in his mind as he steps closer to you, not bearing to tear his gold eyes away from yours.

“do you say that to every girl, bokuto?”

“no, only beautiful girls like you.”

you gaze at bokuto softer now, your eyes growing warm as a gentle smile tugs at your lips.

“stop flattering me.” you suddenly laugh, looking away as you draw your arms around yourself. he can see you’re hurting still, the pain of being cheated on and then the grief of your ex-boyfriend dying, male friends drifting away when they consistently avoid you and no other men being interested in you anymore. but it’s okay, bokuto’s heart wrenches with guilt for you- it really does- but he won’t hurt you like they all would. he loves you more than anyone else. he’s the only one worthy of you.

with a bit of smooth talking, flirtatious compliments, extra shots of cheap tequila that burns the back of his throat and gentle touches, bokuto has you right where he wants you: hanging onto his arm as you accompany him to his apartment. the cold october air is crisp, leaves crunching under your feet and the sound of music from halloween house parties thumping in the distance. house porches are glowing orange as eerie jack-o-lanterns sneer at you walking past, the heavy gusts of wind howling through bare trees like alarms, the darkness of the sky overpowering the silvery glow of the moon as you chatter away to him, laughing at all his sporadic remarks. it makes his heart feel like gold, like he’s special to you.

bokuto’s lips are on yours the moment you both step into his apartment, the door slamming shut behind him with a click of the lock. you taste bitter with alcohol but so sweet nonetheless, it makes his head spin to finally be kissing you, his arms wrapping around and pulling you close. you’re just as hungry, fingers threading through his soft grey locks and he can’t even think- he can smell your sweet scent and touch you freely, things he could only do gently in the dead of the night when you’re fast asleep, sick with anxiety just in case you stir.

“kōtarō,” you sigh against his lips, pressing your forehead against his with his saliva glistening off your lips. you’re pressing yourself into him, tilting your head back to allow him to trace open-mouthed kisses down your neck. your voice is so husky with lust it makes bokuto’s cock so hard, straining against his jeans. the beautiful sounds he’s imagined you’d make, the way your ass would feel in his hands, what it’d feel like to grope your tits and finally be inside you, having you cum on his cock and moan his name- it’s finally coming true for him. he can’t let it go, growling as he bites hard on your delicate skin, making you yelp out. “please fuck me!”

it’s the words he’s always wanted to hear, moaning into your wet, bruised skin as his big hands grip the underside of your thighs.

“jump, baby.” you do as he says, clinging to his neck and pressing hot, needy kisses to his flushed throat as he carries you to his bedroom. he’s desperate, throwing you on the bed and grinning as he climbs over you, kissing you messily with his tongue sliding into your mouth and his fingers yanking at your dress impatiently. you yelp into his mouth at the feeling of his rough fingers tugging your clothes off but you’re still as hungry, hands reaching for the hem of his t-shirt, the kiss only breaking reluctantly when to pull his top off but bokuto tries to prolong it as much as possible, his teeth clinging to your swollen bottom lip.

“you’re so hot.” he moans when you reach for his belt, his eyes fluttering shut when your hands brush his clothed erection. “i’ve been waiting for this for too long.” it’s a good thing you’re too lost in lust to notice anything, your mind cloudy with the wetness dampening your panties. “you don’t know how hard you make me, how much i feel for you.” whilst you’re reaching into the waistband of his boxers for his dick, it feels sweet, romantic even. the past few months had sudden gotten so lonely for you it’s no reason why you sidle closer to bokuto, your eyes wide as you cling to his words.

“oh my-” you lick your lips as you pull out his hard cock, your fingers just about fitting around his thick girth. he’s painfully hard, the head an angry red and precum dribbling from the slit, bokuto hissing when you swipe your thumb across. “you’re massive.” your words make him still, his cock twitching in your fist as he groans.

“you’re too good to me, you’re perfect, just so perfect.” he’s mumbling as he meets his lips again in a messy kiss, moaning as you stroke him whilst his rough fingers delve into your panties, rubbing fast at your clit that you miss the words he sighs into your mouth. “you’re even more perfect that i thought you’d be.”

his fingers grow wet with your slick as he provides you sweet, warm pleasure, his tongue exploring all depths of your mouth as you stroke him, enjoying his deep grunts when you rub at the sensitive cockhead. but you can tell he’s getting impatient when he bucks up into your hand, thrusting his cock into your fist.

“i need to fuck you.” he breaks away from your lips, a thin string of saliva trailing from his tongue to yours as he pushes you down flat on the bed. “please, please, i need to fuck you.”

“kōtarō,” your voice is gentle as you rub his muscular thigh comfortingly, surprised to hear the way he sounds so close to tears. “please do.”

you sigh at the cold air hitting your wet folds when bokuto peels down your lacy panties, hissing at the strings of slick that cling to the dark fabric.

“so beautiful.” he groans, spreading your legs apart and tapping his cock against your swollen clit, making you jerk and whine at the stimulation. “i’m going to treat you so well.” his eyes are fixated with watching his cock disappear into into your dripping hole, your high moans filling the room as your walls squeeze him tight.

“kōtarō-” you choke out, eyes watering. “you’re so- ah- big!”

“you’re too good to me, y/n.” he grunts, wincing at the bittersweet pain of your nails clawing down his back as he presses his chest flush against yours, grinding his pubic bone against your clit. your eyes look so pretty, sparkling as you gaze at bokuto- it’s all he’s wanted, all he’s ever wanted and he can’t have it end. he’ll make this heaven for you.

every thrust is so sweet and delicious to bokuto, your walls hugging his thick cock as he fucks you, your moans a symphony harmonising with his. it feels so good, so fucking good to be kissing you, to be deep inside you and thrusting against your gummy walls and bruising your neck with biting, possessive kisses because you’re his, you’re finally his.

“you feel so good,” he breathes against you, his hips snapping against yours messily over the sound of your sopping cunt squelching. “your pussy’s squeezing me so tight- fuck-”

“kōtarō!” you’re whining his name, hips rising to meet his thrusts as you snake a hand between your bodies, rubbing at your clit and eyes rolling to the back of your head whilst bokuto wraps his lips around your swollen nipples. he sucks hard, nibbling on the sensitive nud to hear you yelp, your other hand clinging to his bicep with your nails piercing into his skin.

“wait, i want to see your pretty, tight pussy take my fat cock.”

bokuto slides out of you, grinning when you whine at the emptiness as he grips you and flips you over, pulling your ankles and pushing your head down into the mattress as you arch your ass up. “that’s it, princess- face down, ass up. look at that pretty cunt. all mine.” his mind is hazy, too focused on sliding his cock back into your quivering hole, mesmerised by the way your tight pussy sucks his glistening cock back in, your slick dripping down your thighs as you whine out into the mattress.

“fuck! make me cum, i want to cum all over your cock.” hungry and desperate, bokuto growls as he fucks you, his balls lewdly slapping against your ass as he fucks you hard, slapping your ass between gripping your hips so hard you’ll be left with bruises.

“i’m going to make you cream all over my cock, i’m going to make you scream my name.” he’s panting through his moans, fucking you even deeper and spanking your ass harder, your skin’s almost welting. he groans as your walls clamp down harder on his twitching cock. “are you going to cum for me? cum for me.” his nails scrape your scalp as his hand clutch your hair, yanking you by it as you cry out. you’re a mess, your nails catching onto bokuto’s hand that grips your hair, tears streaming down your cheeks and drool spilling from your lips that are stretched out with not cries of pleasure falling from you but cries of anguish.

“stop, it hurts!” you cry but bokuto can’t stop, silencing you by slobbering wet kisses over your cheek and jaw. “you’re too deep- it’s too much- stop!”

“cum for me first.” he growls. it can’t end yet. he’s finally fucking you, the love of his life and even though you’re trembling and sobbing, he can’t stop yet. “cream all over my cock and become all mine first. fuck- cum now!” you can’t hold back any longer, sobbing and almost screaming when your sore, abused walls convulse around bokuto’s throbbing length and you’re gushing all over him, your wetness dripping down his cock and your thighs as he fucks you through your high, groaning when your tight cunny pulls an orgasm from him, his hot seed filling you.

the moment he lets go of you, you collapse onto the bed, gasping for air as you stare out at the wall ahead of you, dizzy and dazed. the photographs strung up with the yellow orbs of fairylights are a blur- but they remind you of your own home, your own bedroom which you just crave so bad. you don’t want to be here. not anymore. bokuto’s cum drips out of you slowly, his heavy pants too loud for you as you shake, tears slowly streaming down your cheeks, your body aching. you can’t even bear to look at him, instead staring at the photographs on the wall as your teary vision begins to sharpen.

“kōtarō, you should’ve stopped-” you freeze, your heart stopping. the rush of hormones fades and the cloudiness in your mind dissipates as you quickly sit up, edging closer to the headboard against the wall.

“y/n?” bokuto sounds confused behind you as you press your hands against the wall, your face falling with horror.

photographs. all of you. your face smiling when you’re enjoying an iced coffee with your friend. your face contorted into a studious frown as you study in the library. your face when you’re doing grocery shopping, when you’re cooking, when you’re in the bath, when you’re pleasuring yourself, when you’re sleeping.

“you psycho!” it’s a high shriek, your voice shaking as you scramble to get away from him, eyes wide with fear. bokuto looks confused, sat at the end of the bed naked as he gazes at you. was that hurt in his eyes? it makes you feel sick, your body feeling dirty as you hug yourself and scramble to find your clothes. but as you look around his bedroom, too much becomes clear. too much becomes familiar: your pink panties sitting on the pile of laundry on the chair; your hairbrush you misplaced on his dresser; the shampoo and perfume you wear there too and...was that your childhood teddy bear you thought you lost in one of the storage boxes when moving on his shelf? “what the fuck is wrong with you? you creep, you fucking creep!” your throat hurts as you shrink in on yourself at the opposite end of his bed, hugging yourself as bokuto stares at you, a little pout on his lips.

“y/n,” he says again. this time it’s slower, deeper. almost threatening. “don’t upset me. please.” his jaw clenches when your eyes flicker to his bedroom door, your heart hammering against your chest as you gasp for air. “it’ll make things harder for us. don’t make me sad.”

“h-harder for us? are you crazy?”

“i’m not crazy!” he yells it, his voice mixed with rage and sadness and his golden eyes don’t seem so warm anymore, not when his large hands are curled into fists and his teeth are bared.

“l-let me go. please.” it’s a futile last attempt but bokuto just exhales heavily, crawling up closer towards you with a cold grin stretching across his face.

“you’re mine now. everything i did was for you...how can i let you go when i love you?”

this was hades, not heaven.

it would’ve been better to have stayed blind.

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SURPRISE!! in honor of october being my birthday month, i decided to do kinktober!! this has been in the works since last week, and i decided not to tell anyone about it for the sake of surprising you all (and also bc i didnt want to tell yall and then not end up doing it). this is my first and hopefully not the last time participating in kinktober, so i hope i don’t disappoint. anyways i hope yall are excited!! <33

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Break Up Prank (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)

(Captain Version) Part 1

A/N: okay so Kita doesn’t have any screen time either wtf. And nobody told me that fake texts were so damn fun to make😔 A knee ways, enjoy!

Oikawa, Kuroo, Terushima

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Break Up Prank (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)

(Captain Version) Part 2

A/N: it’s the most annoying thing when I can’t get like two more texts in the picture😡 anyways, y’all lucked out cuz I figured the 6 I made wasn’t enough for 2 posts, so here’s drunk Terushima. Enjoy!

Bokuto, Ushijima, Kita, Daichi

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— 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐢𝐢.

haikyuu boys as tweets

ft. oikawa tooru, lev haiba, tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutaro, miya atsumu, kageyama tobio, tendou satori, & asahi azumane

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— SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK

synopsis: despite being hopelessly in love with you, atsumu miya wants nothing but for you to stay as far away from him as possible

pairing: atsumu miya x gn!reader

genre: angst, unrequited/one sided love

warnings: one swear word n uhh hearbreak 

word count: 883

❝ i don’t want a friend (just one more night)

i want my life in two (my life in two) ❞

He may not show it, but one of the many things Atsumu wanted was to share his life with someone. Specifically, a loved one. Ever since childhood, he dreamt of the two of you growing up, sharing fond memories together the older you got. Having a happy ending together, and not regretting a single bit of your lives once you died. 

He wanted to share everything, both good and bad, with you. He wanted you to be able to say “look! That’s my boyfriend! I love him so much”.

Of course, not everyone is lucky enough to be blessed with a cheerful story full of chocolate, flowers and other sweet things. 

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     genre. angst, mostly BUT fluff somewhere there      characters. osamu x reader x atsumu      synopsis. what do you do when someone you used to love the most wants back in to your life? this is how atsumu tries his best for you.      word count. 5.1k + a bonus scene ;)

part one (be my mistake) || part two (the answer is still you)

author note. the way i don’t even want to part from this story </3 some parts of the bonus scene are intentionally left out hehe you all have my heart for being so supportive to lil ol’ me 🥺🤍 thank you very much for reading my works, every one of you!! side note. thanks again twinnie @animatedarchives for beta-reading my long-windedness hehe the way you stressed out over feedback ily <33 and also @aomineavenue my wife hope u feel better soon bby, i put you in here again ily <3

People change; sometimes they change in good ways, for the better. Other times they change completely — into someone we don’t even recognise anymore. Sometimes we close our eyes to this change, or we force ourselves to believe that they can still be the person they once were, or the one we made them out to be. Add love into the mix and you have Atsumu’s situation.

If you play it wrong, love is a losing game. And that’s something that he learns the hard way.

The night you let him go, the night he got who he thought was the girl of his dreams back into his life — he thought he was a champion. Why wouldn’t he? He got her back, and his assumptions have led him to think that you give them your blessing. (Did you? You probably weren’t even sure yourself.) 

At that point, he thought he had it all — the volleyball career he’s worked so hard for, the fairytale ending with the princess he’s loved all this time, as well as a great, supportive friend like you, and his nonchalant yet caring brother.

He had it all.

In his head.

He didn’t realise that the moment you read his letters, the letters he didn’t send out — he’d already lost.

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the answer is still you.

genre. mostly fluff, some angst characters. osamu x reader, atsumu synopsis. the story as seen through the eyes of the man who loves you, who always has from the start, and always will ‘til the end. word count. 5.3k

part one (be my mistake) || part three (learning to love)

author notes. thanks all of you for the support in part one!! so i did up a part two hehe i hope you guys like this too <3 i’ll release the last part over the weekend where we finally have atsumu’s view of everything!! side notes. once again tysm @animatedarchives for beta-reading my indecisive ass hehe love you twinnie!! and @aomineavenue my sassy thot i added you in this part bc you hated tsumu so much in part one 😹 i love you bby hope you like this!!

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Osamu Miya was always used to being in his brother’s shadow, as far as it came to volleyball.

An inferiority complex borne of the fact that Atsumu was always considered the better one, because after all, who is he to compete with the ‘top setter in Japan’? He’d learnt to be okay with it, to not let it bother him as much. Until he got to know you — you, who was writing up a piece for the school paper about the boys’ volleyball team. You, who had stars in your eyes whenever you saw Atsumu in action. You, who he couldn’t help but notice didn’t get the same reaction when it was Osamu who touched the ball. But he’s always known you were an inherently kind soul, right from the first moment you made sure to compliment them both, even though you were clearly more interested in Atsumu.

Everyone always was.

And he didn’t know why, maybe it was because of the warmth — the good energy — that you radiated, or maybe Atsumu just found you pleasing to the eyes (Osamu knows he himself sure thinks so), but that spurred Atsumu to make friends with you. It helped that you were very welcoming to Osamu too, because that’s how he managed to get close to you; sometimes hang out with you and just you alone.

He remembers the first time the two of you hung out, and each and every time after that. He remembers those local coffee shops that stole endless hours of conversation, when Osamu got the rare glimpses of the mind that he learned to grow fond of. He remembers the way you bite your lip when you concentrate enough, the way you smile when you blush, the way you tap your fingers one at a time against the tabletop when you get slightly impatient, even the way you tuck a lock of hair behind your ear when you get nervous.

Osamu realised then, that he viewed you differently than he viewed others. He didn’t usually waste time observing people’s habits off the court, but how was it that he was able to memorise all of yours right off the bat? It felt so effortless, and he realised it’s too late to stop — because he was already falling.

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BE MY MISTAKE.

    genre. angst (fluff, if you can see it)     pairing. atsumu x f!reader, osamu appears for a bit     synopsis. he loves you, he really does. but too bad you’re the mistake ─ whereby a hidden stash of letters reveal his true feelings. (this is based on the song “be my mistake” by the 1975)     word count. 3.7k    

part two (the answer is still you) || part three (learning to love)

author note. thank you so much @animatedarchives for beta-reading this for me hehe i just can’t get this song out of my head and absolutely had to write about it, and also it so happens his birthday is coming soon so i hope y’all like this <3

Atsumu Miya is both a blatant perfectionist and a passionate lover.

The former more usually relates to Atsumu as a volleyball player. On the court he’s a perfect picture of confidence and seriousness. If there’s one thing you’ve realised over the years is that he has ridiculously high expectations for himself (and his teammates). Although, sometimes that can veer into a bad direction. Rattled even more by a strong hatred of losing.

The latter refers to Atsumu off the court; more specifically, when he’s with you. He always makes sure to rush to you after every game, carry you up in his arms and spin you around; to show you off just the way you like. If he loses, you’re his first go-to once everything ends. He loves hugging you tight, inhaling deeply as the scent of the shampoo lingering in your hair fills his nostrils. And to everyone around you, the two of you are the “it” couple — the one everyone is envious of.

But that’s not the case. Not really.

Because beneath his actions lies a different meaning. Atsumu loves you. He really does. But just never as much as you love him, and probably not in the way he wishes it to be. How can he not love you? All you’ve ever done is try to better his life, even if that meant at the expense of your own. He loves that you’re so genuine; so earnest. You only want the best for him, and he can tell it’s real. But something’s bugging him. It always has.

And you know it, too.

You notice it, even in the small instances. And today, you’re finally about to find out why.

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