hello, I'm Nikki and this is a side account for my thirst of writing about anime that I like. my main is @nikki--han so if you get any likes, follows and/or comment from that blog, yes, that's me too :3
please keep and mind that English is not my main language. You might see many grammar mistakes, so feel free to kindly correct me as that would be very helpful to improve both my English and my writing.
I think I will mostly write about Haikyuu, but it's not impossible for me to write about other animes
It’s Omi’s birthday today!! ;;<3 The team knows he is a super stayhomer so they celebrate his birthday comfortably by video chatting!! They are spelling out “Congrats” for him too~ *SOBS*
NIKKI HI !! just saw the tags you put in your rb’s of my works omg. thank you lots🥺❤️ how have you been? are you doing alright?
CUPID HI!!! yes i got time to finally back at tumblr at that time and read a few of your works :3
I've been busy and have no time to check my tumblr and I'm doing alrighty too, thank you for asking 🥺🥺. how have you been? I've missed you (and your fics ❤)
hot things they do? nah. hot things YOU do pt.2 part 1 here.
DAICHI has to hold himself back... i mean, you have no right looking that hot when you stretch. if you’re the type to moan or grunt as you do it, then there’s no saving this man.
TADASHI’s breath hitches when he feels you squeeze his thigh. damn — now? he doesn’t complain though, and would sometimes dare to bring your hand back on his leg.
BOKUTO thinks it’s hot when lick your lips or apply chapstick on them. you’d sometimes catch him staring at you with rosy cheeks, lips slightly parted.
ARAN just has a thing for after-shower you. for him it’s the towel tucked tight around your figure and some beads of water still stuck on your shoulders as you walk out the bathroom. he’ll side-eye you and hope you don’t notice him checking you out.
KAGEYAMA sucks in a deep breath when you touch his lower back while you’re guiding him somewhere. it’s so obvious that he’s flustered because he’s looking everywhere but you.
TENDOU hand-feeds you with a bit of chocolate and feels the blood rushing through his body when your lips brush against his fingers. he’s caught off guard with the way you’re keeping eye contact with him as you bite off a piece of chocolate.
OIKAWA gets a little flustered watching you mouth and sing along to a suggestive song. it’s the expressions you make and the finger that’s consistently pointing at him. feels like you’re the show and he’s your audience.
USHIJIMA feeling your palm rub against his tummy just makes him so... flustered for some reason. it’s not like that, he swears. but boy does he keep asking for more.
OSAMU wouldn’t back down to anything except when you stare him right at the eyes and hold his chin with your fingers. gonna say something, samu? and you can feel him take a nervous gulp.
KENMA thinks there’s just something so alluring with how you sit. with legs parted and your back slumped against the cushions — kenma finds his lower lip drop a little. he’s brave enough to come sit between your thighs without invitation.
hot things they do? nah. hot things YOU do. part 2 here
SUNA finds it hot when you show off your newly painted nails. it’s so pretty on you, it fits your skin tone very well, and he loves it when you’re so confident about yourself.
KUROO is straining so hard to look away only to peek back at you. he can’t help it — you, sucking the tip of your finger to soothe away the accidental burn you’ve just given yourself.
AKAASHI’s easily distracted by the motion of you drawing your head back and spinning your chair away from your desk. he doesn’t mean to think this way, but fuck is it so hot when you release some tension with a slow exhale.
IWAIZUMI admits that he gets a little heated every time you peer at him with bored, dazed eyes. he has to clear his throat and wish you don’t notice his feelings of fluster. but you do anyway — shortly sending him a smug look that’s enough to melt him.
SAKUSA’s breath hitches when your lips part as a form of your concentration. would he call himself a lucky man? definitely. he’d spare 10 minutes of his sleep just to be standing between your legs while you carefully applied a product on his face.
ATSUMU gets blushy every time you run a palm slowly over your shoulder, stretching your neck at the same time. “what are you looking at, tsumu?” to which he could barely respond to.
TSUKISHIMA swallows in the sight of water dribbling down your face. it’s thrilling just how much effect you have over him — clearly made evident at momentary pause of his tooth-brushing to stare at you while your face is still being washed.
TADASHI sucked in a small breath when you held his chin with your hand. you feel his weight leaning a little more against you, watching as you put one, two, three, four clips evenly on his hair. a small laughter emitts from his chest when he looks at the camera and sees the usual strand of hair no longer poking up from his head. “look at us! we’re matching,” he tells you, taking a picture that’s sure to be sent to tsukishima.
KITA felt the side of his head and was mildly intrigued by the fact that you randomly plopped beside him while he was reading. “...clips?” he asked you, setting his book aside. “yeah, do you mind?” which earned you a gentle shake of his head. two clips later, and kita speaks up again. “can i put some on you too?” because you seemed to be having so much fun. he clips them on to you gently, even asking which ones you liked.
TENDOU kept his face close to your reach. the feeling of your fingers prancing all over his hair is too enjoyable that the only expression he can give is his giddy smile and closed eyes — heavy in dreamland. “hmmn...” you feel him grumble softly beneath you. every few minutes or so, he’ll run his thumb softly on both sides of your waist. “can i wear this outside?” he asked you when you’d mumbled finished. “but satori, you look ridiculous.” but he doesn’t care at all.
request. Hi there, if your suggestions are open, can i ask a fluff scenario of haikyuu boys with an s/o who works as a writer who's working a lot bcs of the overflowing inspiration, and accidently ignore the boys? If possible, can you do it with Meian Shugo? I didn't see much abt him - anon
ft. meian, daichi, kuroo
MEIAN stood beside you at your dimly lit desk area, caressing the nape of your neck to mark his presence. “it’s past midnight already,” he says with a slow, long sigh. “shouldn’t you get to bed?” it’s useless if you try and argue with him; the moment you argue, his strong hands pull you off your seat and onto bed. “but shugo — ” you’re cut off. “but i missed you,” meian says. he pulls the covers over you and kisses you a gentle good night, reminding you that there’s always another day ahead.
DAICHI had called you down for dinner two times already. it’s still warm, though no longer seeping with steam. he calls for you again only this time he’s standing beside your door. “oh? daichi?” it’s quite an intimidating sight to see the way his arms flex when he crosses them against his chest a little tighter. “take a break, okay?” he sighs at the tension on the underside of your eyes and shoulders. you walk over to him, mumbling, “sorry, i got side-tracked.” daichi misses you, as told by the warmth of his arms engulfing your figure.
KUROO came up to you in a surprise. neck and shoulders littered with kisses, you have no choice but to put a pause on your writing. “tetsurō,” you grumbled, grasping at his arms which were wrapped around your neck. “you’re choking me — come on, just give me one more hour.” you can feel him shaking his head and mumbling no against you. “please have just a little time with me, it’s been days,” you barely made his words out, but it was comprehensible nonetheless. kuroo won’t take no for an answer, so for the next few hours (and more) you’re stuck to him and not your work.
request: “What if we got like, headcanons of some of the Nekoma boys(of your choosing) with a chubby insecure s/o? I feel disgusting in my own skin sometimes so 😃” - anon
ft. lev, kuroo, kenma x gn!reader
warnings and note: addresses body, insecurities. all different styles of comfort because ppl have different preferences! look at this :’) !!!!!
LEV sandwiched your cheeks between his palms and pulled you right against his face. you could feel the soft rumble of giggles he was erupting in. “lev,” his name is mumbled in a sad tone. you ask, “what’s so funny? is it my — ” but lev’s lips meet yours before you could drag yourself deeper into your pool of insecurities. he pulls just to sneak in kisses all over your skin. a slow sigh that sounds like him marveling every inch of you. “you’re so beautiful,” lev says with a grin. “and i’ll keep on saying it. you can’t stop me.”
KUROO ushered you to wear your favorite outfit on a day where he was coming over. “why?” you argued with him earlier, assuming that he only preferred you to be fashionably dressed. but your assumptions turn out to be completely wrong, because the moment kuroo steps into your room he’s got you twirling about. “damn, look at you,” kuroo swooned, slumping against the cushions. “that’s your favorite outfit right? feeling good?” and it’s not until he makes you look at the mirror do you realize that you’re all dolled up for pretty you.
KENMA plopped himself beside your laying figure on the bed. “hey,” he called to you softly, letting his finger wander over your belly before planting his whole hand. “why didn’t you come hang out today?” all you give him is a sigh, a bit too familiar for kenma. “i’m just tired,” you lie, though he doesn’t buy it at all. you stick back to the screen in your hand, breath hitching at the sudden weight over your stomach. “k- kenma — ” “have i ever told you how beautiful you look?” he stares at you with heavy lidded eyes, his head rising and falling with your stomach. you tell him yes but it doesn’t change the kiss he plants over your tummy nor the sound of the word beautiful moving past his lips again.
