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‧₊˚🖇️✩ eren’s animanga blog! ₊˚🎧⊹♡
eren. s/her. nineteen. aki hayakawa lovebot <3
main + stray kids writing blog, @hyunverse
haikyu!! ☆ csm ☆ jjk ☆ aot
tags — recs, 🔖 rambles, 🧺
— 彡 OBSESSION — TEN FORBIDDEN DESIRES EVENT
ROCKSTAR! EREN YEAGER stared into his propped-up phone camera from where he sat at his kitchen table, his emerald eyes scanning through the uncountable amount of comments rolling into his Instagram livestream.
Most of them were quite repetitive, just different variations of: ‘Eren, come to Brazil!’, ‘I love you so much!’ or ‘Next tour is when?’
He absentmindedly tugged on the strings of his black hoodie.
“My favorite color?” Eren read one of the comments aloud. “Red.”
“Can you say happy birthday to Emily?” He read. “Happy birthday Emily. Have a great one.”
The bored man continued on and on, answering questions and occasionally promoting his new rock album, which was why his managers forced him to livestream in the first place.
He, however, didn’t give a damn about promotions. Not when you happened to be on the other side of the house, watching your favorite comfort show in his bedroom.
I know I said I quit but u need to get this little Drabble off my mind 😩
“Baby please let me touch”
Your boyfriend was hovering over you, on your shared bed, spreading your legs for you, and all while he couldn’t do anything but look.
His hands were sliding up and down your quaking thighs begging for a feel, a taste, anything.
“Mhm-mhp Eren no”
You look up at his face he’s pleading with eyes.
He knows you said don’t touch just watch you abuse you pussy until your creaming around your fingers, and he really thought he could do it.
But the way your pussy was squelching around your own digits and you thumb effortlessly rubbing your sensitive clit, oh and that face.
That beautiful doll-like face was looking so fucked out and so ready too cum, yea he couldn’t keep his promise at all.
“I can’t baby you’re begging me touch you” he was actually begging you with his hands rubbing faster on your thighs as he spoke. “I just wanna touch it baby cmon let me touch this needy pussy”
And you so desperately wanted to say no, just stand your ground and make him accept his punishment, but you also wanted him to touch you.
“Y-you can control yourself?”
“Yes baby I won’t do to much and I won’t lick”
and you know this won’t be true considering the fact that he’s not even looking you in the eye, but instead starting at the way your creme was oozing out onto your fingers. He didn’t even sound an inch of convincing.
“P-promise baby”
“I promise ma, can I touch?” He finally looks up at you with those puppy eyes
You move his hand to create space for his.
“Go ahead”
When his 2 fingers entered you, it created a fullness that you couldn’t reach.
He was forcing your legs open while digging you out with his hands. It had you already about to come undone for him.
“Huf-f-fuck!”
Barely able to form a coherent sentence he was in you so good your mind was running blanks.
The more the moans poured out of you, the more Eren babbled arrogant bullshit.
“Yea? You feel good mama? I told you just let me make you nut”
“Haven’t even been in you for 5 fucking minutes and you’re already about to cum all over my fingers”
“Mhm give it to me, I love this slutty little pussy, it’s mine? Tell me it’s mine baby”
Still unable to speak you squeal and nod your head and look up at him grabbing his wrist
He didn’t need words to know what you were implying
“Go ahead baby cum for me”
welcome home ★ hwang hyunjin.
hyunjin x gn!reader. fluff, drabble. no warnings.
wc: 600 words.
Hyunjin renovates your new home for you, ensuring each detail is tailored to your liking.
"Watch your steps."
Carefully, Hyunjin guides you around the house, one hand clasped against your eyes, the other resting on your waist. You could feel the cold tiles beneath your feet, and how it is slightly dusty from the month-long renovations.
"Careful, don't want you to stub your toe," Hyunjin says, eliciting a small chuckle from you.
☆ BUMP IN THE ROAD PT. 2
hq -- akaashi keji x gn!reader, kenma kozume x gn!reader, sugawara koushi x gn!reader, tsukishima kei x gn!reader
summary: facing difficult challenges with your boyfriend.
warnings: angsty but comfort, slight food mentions (most of them are over dinner srry i was hungry😭), some crying, srry if some things get a bit repetitive :(
word count: 1.8k
✦ AKAASHI KEIJI. betrayal
akaashi had always prided himself on his reliability and thoughtfulness, traits that had endeared him. the two of you had been together for over a year, sharing moments of laughter, support, and affection. however, recently, akaashi found himself caught in a situation that would test the foundation of your relationship.
*not exclusive to boys obviously ;)
I've had this idea spinning in my head for a while now and figured what better way to get some creative energy flowing and bring everyone together than a writing collab!? And there's nothing sillier and more fun than a classic rom-com, so why not add our favorite fictional characters to the mix? ♡
Interested in joining? All you have to do is come to my inbox with the rom-com you'll be pulling inspiration from and your fictional character of choice. Example: Sweet Home Alabama x Eren Jaeger.
♡ Reader-insert/OC writing event with no word limit!
♡ SFW/NSFW submissions are allowed, but you must be 18+ and have your age easily accessible on your blog to participate.
♡ This collaboration is open to any fandom.
♡ Character/movie repeats are totally okay, though it is preferred to not have the same exact pairing twice!
♡ Works must be appropriately tagged. Please use the tag #romcomcollab and be sure to tag me so I can update the master list and share your talent!
♡ No deadlines. I'm bad with deadlines so why would I subject you to that?
your insta if you were dating…
suna rintarou, sugawara koushi, akaashi keiji
— finally made a haikyuu version ^.^ heheh i’ve missed my boys <3 T.T made ig posts for some pretty boys and my mannn suna ^^ hope u enjoy !
suna rintarou :
sugawara koushi :
akaashi keiji :
r. suna (oneshot) — one last time
pairing: suna rintaro x reader
content: mild angst, established relationship/ex lovers
word count: 2.4k
synopsis: unable to sleep, you impulsively decide to call your ex-boyfriend, suna rintaro
a/n: my first one shot !! thank u to everyone who’ll be reading this (this is my first time writing for suna so forgive the potential ooc)
“hello?”
the beeping ceased and a familiar voice came from the other side of your phone.
your breath hitched instantly—it’s been so long since you’ve heard his voice. slowly, you managed to respond, “hi, rin. it’s y/n.”
for a moment, a pause shifted between the two of you, neither one saying a word. you closed your eyes in anticipation. perhaps you should’ve said more; perhaps you should’ve given a reason as to why you’d called him so unexpectedly, so spontaneously. you should’ve, but you didn’t.
on his end, you heard papers shuffling accompanied by the sound of a pencil dropping. he was doing homework even while it was past midnight—typical of him. you resisted a somber smile, memories of late night calls together flooding your mind.
rin’s voice cuts through the intolerable silence, something you were grateful for.
“oh, i thought i recognized the phone number,” he said.
his nonchalant tone pained you—his words hurt you even more. you knew the implications: he had deleted your phone number and had already moved on. as you squirmed over your impulsive decision to call him, rin thought nothing of it. clearly, you weren’t over him, and he knew that.
“why’d you call me, y/n?”
you almost didn’t respond, too distracted by his lulling voice saying your name.
“the chemistry professor wanted me to pass you a message. the final project isn’t due next week, it’s due at the end of the month. oh, and that you also left your notebook in his class,” you state hastily.
you had prepared precisely for how to reply in this exact situation. obviously you couldn’t call him out of nowhere—you needed an excuse. even while your mutual friends, osamu and atsumu, had warned you not to reach out, you still did. now you were going to find out whether it was worth it or not.
you heard rin release a soft breath, the sound of his squeaky chair accompanying it.
“so you called to tell me that?” he asked plainly. underneath his unperturbed tone, you sensed his confusion and mild curiosity.
“Get ready with me to breakup with my fiancé-“
“BUUUUUULLSHIT YOU ARE!”
Immediately, as soon as your first words are uttered over the recording video, Rintaro’s booms down the hallway. You laugh and smack your hand on the counter, trying to keep it as quiet as you can as you hear him continue to yell.
“THE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WE’RE LOCKED IN, WHAT THE FUCK!” Socked feet barrel down the hall and you’re quick to hide the camera behind a bottle of mouthwash. His body quickly comes into the frame, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. “You got something you want to tell me?”
You pull your lips down in thought before shaking your head, “no. I don’t think so. I didn’t even know you were home.”
“Oh!” He says dramatically, clapping his hands together. “So you’re just always talking about dumping me to your little Internet friends?”
“Only in my fantasies,” you hum, tossing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pouts, and you giggle and kiss him again, “but if I ever do decide to dump you, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”
This, has him blinking unamused at you. Then, his hands leap up to grab your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a loud, wet kiss, his lips pressing kisses over your laughing mouth, teeth, and lips. “Listen to me.”
“Rinnie!”
“No. Shush. Listen to me.” He pulls back and rests his head against yours, hands still squishing your cheeks. “I have shit out an engagement ring for you. I have your name tattooed on me. I got clawed to death by your rat fuck cat, and I have a shirt with your face on it that I wear when I go out. We’ve shared a toothbrush, you pinch my nipple when I’m showering, you text me and ask me if I’ve pooped, and I know damn well you take ugly pictures of me when I’m sleeping.”
“Your point?”
His nostrils flare, “you so much as THINK this relationship is ending, I’m going to tattle on you.”
“Oh, please-“
“To Komori.”
This, has you paling, and you nod softly and gently grab his shoulders, “no, okay, you’re right, you’re right baby, I’m sorry.” He nods as you press a kiss to his lips, “but in all seriousness-“
“Oh, I’m serious, too.”
You snicker, “in my seriousness, I’m never going to leave you.” You flash your engagement ring to the camera and purse your lips out, and he smiles down at you. “who else is going to poop out a ring, then lie to the salesman about why we’re returning it, and get me a new one, hmm?”
“Thankfully, I’m the only one who will.” He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with sad eyes. “We’re locked in?”
“Yeah baby,” you giggle, kissing his nose. “We’re locked in.”
made a suna rintaro bot on c.ai LOL
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Keiji smirks as two arms snake around his neck and gently pull him close, your lips pressing to his head, then ears, where you playfully bite the lobe gently.
“I want to gnaw on your bones,” you whisper into his ear.
“Yeah?” He asks, dog earring his page before closing the book and setting it to the side. He spins in his seat to face you. “You’re feeling that intense about your affection?”
“Of course.” You round the couch and make a move to plop on his lap; his arms instinctively wrap around you, and his lips press a kiss to your temple. “You’re just so pretty today, Keiji. Pretty everyday.”
“Thank you, baby,” he coos, his kissing moving down your cheek then jawline. You mewl and squeeze him, smushing his face against you. “Ow.”
“Sorry. Had to be done.”
“You had to squish me?”
“Yes,” you purr, pressing kisses to his cheeks as compensation for hurting him. Your hand comes up to grip his cheeks, pursing his lips out for you to kiss. “Mwah.”
“Mwah,” he returns.
“Mwah!”
“Mwah.”
“I’m gonna bite you.”
“Please don’t-“ his words are cut off as you bite the squish of his lips, not hard enough to make him wince but enough to playfully bite. “Thank you for being gentle with your feral behavior.”
“You’re welcome.” You plant one more kiss to his lips before hiding your face in his neck, letting the scent of his warm skin lull you to a state of relaxation. “Love you, Keiji.”
“I love you too, baby.”
SIMPLE COMPLICATION, MISCOMMUNICATION
cw: arguments aren’t fun :( suna is bad at communicating :( reader is frustrated and a tad insecure :( angst to fluff tho i swear, i was mad so i took it out on paper (and on rintaro)
The small crack of light creeping through your curtain feels equivalent to the burn of a hangover.
The clock reads a reasonable almost ten in the morning, but your body dismisses the concept of time and aches for twelve more hours of sleep. You barely slept last night, tossing and turning for hours on end, all because of your stupid boyfriend.
Suna’s terrible at communicating, no matter how many times you tell him. He’s human, prone to making mistakes and having his fair share of wheels that need greasing, but his avoidant communication skills are often the core of a handful of your arguments.
This time around, he’s been away for the week traveling with EJP—and while the travel is nothing new, you’ve only received a single phone call and four texts within the past week.
Waking up with a pounding headache, you instantly groan at the thought of pulling yourself out of bed. Rintaro won’t be home for another day, which means another night of no sleep and spiraling worry.
At this point, coffee may be your only saving grace.
Trudging into your kitchen with knotted hair and morning breath, you barely even open your eyes as you mindlessly navigate your way to the savior that is your coffee machine.
However, your apartment isn’t as empty as you left it last night.
“Yikes,” an unsuspecting yet familiar voice practically wheezes at your appearance. “You look like you slept well,” the voice oozes of nothing but sarcasm and instigation.
euphoria ? suna rintarō.
sum. labeled, but sfw. arguments, suna cries, angst -> comfort.
rintarō isn't one to let his anger dominate him; rather, he tries his best to keep his emotions at bay. however, there's only so much someone can take before exploding. high octaves of a once calm voice bounces off the walls, it takes both by shock. rintarō stops, his eyes bulging when he realizes what happened.
fuck, he thinks. he didn't mean to. swallowing the burning sensation of guilt, he steps forward. countless apologies flow from his lips, clammy hands trying to reach you in attempts of a hug. you're still shocked. numb to your feet, your mind replays the scene. it hurts. it really hurts. you didn't mean for it to turn out like this.
from a simple worry to nagging to spitting out meaningless words of anger. it never meant to escalate like that; nothing was supposed to turn the way it did. hurt, anger, jealousy, and sadness. he knew your words came from concern, but he was already irritated—annoyed in a way that he just wanted to be locked in a quiet room. both parties letting their words go before logic; nothing was meant to turn this way.
“i think...i think i'll go upstairs. please don't come.” y/n mumbled, pain evident in her voice. as your figure ascends into the upper floor, rintarō slouches back into the couch. a heavy sigh fills the room; regret and guilt seeps into his pores, eating him alive.
Suna is famous for having pictures, digital mementos of everything.
The day you broke up was hard for him but the day his phone died and he lost the recording of your last happy voice message?
Literal hell.
And he knows the employee went over the potential risk of hard restarting his phone to change the battery, but he just shrugged and signed the waver anyways.
But when the employee comes back with a sorry look, he knows everything is gone. every message, every picture, every text and every trace of you is released into the void of nothingness that is in the apple stratosphere.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS GONE?"
The employee winces, "sir, the icloud mustve been filled and unable to recover all your information."
"BUT ALL OF IT?! YOU COULDN'T SAVE ANY OF IT?"
"I'm sorry, sir," they say, swallowing thickly from the force of Rintaro's yelling.
If you were here, you'd tell him it's okay. That it's a new time to create more memories. And you'd cheekily tell him that the twins will provide more embarrassment for his camera roll, and Kita's well wishes will keep coming, and Aran will continue to send him his schedule regardless.
You'd tell him that now, you can fill his camera with more pictures of you. More text messages. More phonecalls.
But you're not here.
And his heartrate spikes and he cards an anxious hand through his hair and braces himself on the counter, trying to hide his tears of anger and hopelessness and defeat from the now swarming crowd.
ding!
. . . inarizaki second-year trio. student athletes or student athletes?
note. brought them back <33
people never believed you whenever you told them that you participated in numerous extracurricular activities and still maintained a good relationship with your academics. it’s as if they think that if you play sports, you’re the typical sporty person who doesn’t excel in their studies, which is why you chose to focus on what’s easier for you.
but you and your friends just loved proving otherwise.
“i’m— oh? woww,” you said in surprise, walking up to the benches where atsumu and rintarou sat.
love notes
part 0.05. intros.
EXHIBIT ONE: COFFEE ENTHUSIASTS
out of my way! with miya osamu
cw innuendo at the end