⤷ ゛🐟 ˎˊ˗ || Lady's Choice

Hachiware Tobio ⚓︎ ⋆. 🫐

[mayoeinase]

Yow I'm Mayonnaise but Mayo for short. I'm 18 years old and I love Kageyama Tobio and Kimura Tatsunari and I read fanfics and I draw sometimes and yeah and yeah. And I dom scroll on TikTok 8 hours a day. And I like KageHina and IwaOi and TsukiHina and yeah. Bye

[jumpbackickbackwhiparoundandspin]

the good era of AOT fanfic is gone now it’s just sex

wheres the angst 💔the YEARNING💔 the CANON💔

There even used to be good modern aus….rn it’s just overusing AAVE 🫩🫩🫩 why tf is connie saying the n word bru

[flufe]

gothic levi <3

(bg is a william morris wallpaper)

[showhay]

listen!

oikawa tōru x f!reader

tōru tries to soft launch you to his team, but they’re too curious to let it pass. wc: 1.6k, happy birthday to me hueheuehe

oikawa was holding a pastel pink gel pen with a tiny, slightly chewed silicone cat head on the cap. in a grueling post-practice strategy meeting where iwaizumi was violently threat-modeling their next opponent on the whiteboard, oikawa casually twirled the cat pen between his long fingers, sighing with the dramatic weight of a victorian widow.

“someone left this in my gym bag,” oikawa sighed, his voice dripping with an artificial, sweet exhaustion, pitching it perfectly so the entire bench could hear. “she’s so careless. always leaving her little trinkets in my space. i tell her, ‘tōru’s bag is for volleyball essentials only,’ but does she listen? no. she just smiles that stupidly pretty smile and ruins my aesthetic.”

iwaizumi didn’t even look up from his marker. “shut up and stop stealing stationary from middle schoolers.”

“she’s not a middle schooler, iwa-chan! she’s an angel who happens to have impeccable taste in gel pens!” oikawa huffed, crossing his arms and waiting. he waited for the questions. he waited for the “eh? oikawa, do you have a girlfriend?” so he could smugly deny it, then drop another hint, spinning a web of mystery so complex it would rival a psychological thriller.

he wanted them to suffer through the agonizing riddle of who had managed to tame aoba johsai’s grand king. he wanted to breadcrumb them until they practically begged for her identity.

except, oikawa underestimated two things: his own complete inability to be subtle, and how aggressively observant matsukawa and hanamaki actually were when they wanted to cause problems.

two days later, oikawa was aggressively hydrating during a water break, eyes darting around the gym floor like a hawk. he cleared his throat, loud and completely unprompted. “my shoulders are so tight today. someone spent three hours braiding my hair last night while we watched retro horror movies, and i had to sit perfectly still on the floor so i wouldn’t mess up her sectioning. the things i do for love. truly, i’m a martyr.”

hanamaki paused, mid-stretch. he exchanged a slow, lethal look with mattsun.

“retro horror?” mattsun asked, tapping his chin. “like that vintage 80s slasher flick that only the indie theater downtown is showing this week?”

oikawa’s eyes lit up. the trap was set. “why, yes, mattsun! how did you guess? she’s quite the cinephile.”

“right,” hanamaki chimed in, a slow, terrifying smirk spreading across his face. “and the pink cat pen from tuesday. and the fact that you’ve suddenly stopped eating those terrible convenience store melon pans because someone’s baking you fresh strawberry tarts every thursday morning.”

“and,” mattsun added, leaning forward, “the fact that the girl from class 5 has been wearing an oversized aoba johsai volleyball hoodie all week—the one with the tiny snag on the left elbow. the exact snag you cried about three weeks ago.”

oikawa’s water bottle slipped from his hands, clattering against the polished gym floor. a puddle formed around his sneakers. his entire world view tilted on its axis.

“you…” oikawa choked out, clutching his chest as if he’d been struck by a physical arrow. “you know?”

“oikawa, a blind man could have connected those dots,” iwaizumi yelled from across the net. “you literally called her ‘my sweet little raspberry’ into your phone yesterday while the microphone was still connected to the gym’s bluetooth speaker!”

“i did not—that was an affectionate pet name spoken in confidence!” oikawa’s face turned a violent, sunburned shade of crimson. his master plan of psychological warfare was ruined. they weren’t mystified. they weren’t begging for answers. they had already solved the puzzle, framed it, and hung it on the wall.

but it got worse. infinitely worse.

because oikawa was not just a little bit in love. he was a puddle of melted ice cream on a hot sidewalk whenever you so much as breathed in his direction. his love for you was a physical weight, something he carried around like a golden trophy he wanted to shove into everyone’s faces, yet simultaneously lock away in a vault where no one else could even look at it. he wanted the world to know he was yours, but he hadn’t prepared for the world to actually like you back.

the following friday, you finally showed up to practice to drop off his forgotten knee pads.

oikawa had prepared himself to swoop in, catch you in his arms, and put on a display of boyfriend superiority that would strike fear into the hearts of his teammates. he wanted them to see how utterly whipped he was, but in a way that made him look like a benevolent ruler showing off his queen.

instead, the moment you stepped through the heavy metal gym doors, clutching the plastic grocery bag, you didn’t even make it three steps before hanamaki intercepted you.

“ah! the legendary tart baker!” hanamaki beamed, bowing with a level of respect he had never once shown his captain. “please tell me those are strawberry in the bag. if you ever need a replacement boyfriend who actually understands boundaries and doesn’t complain about hair braiding, my schedule is completely open.”

“makki!” oikawa shrieked, sprinting across the court so fast his sneakers shrieked against the floor. “get away from her! don’t look at her! your aura is too negative for her pure soul!”

you laughed, a bright, melodic sound that instantly turned oikawa’s knees to jelly. you handed the bag to hanamaki with a warm smile. “there’s actually a few lemon bars in there too. tōru mentioned you guys were working hard this week.”

mattsun materialized from the shadows like a tall, lanky demon, snatching a lemon bar with lightning speed. “you’re a saint. an absolute deity. how do you survive living in the same radius as his ego? if you ever need someone to walk you home who won’t spend forty minutes checking his reflection in shop windows, i’m your guy.”

“mattsun! i’ll bench you! i’ll destroy your lineage!” oikawa scrambled to put himself between you and his teammates, his long arms flailing as he tried to shield you from their sudden, aggressive adoration. he grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a desperate, whining whimper. “don’t listen to them, sweet girl. they’re vultures. they’re trying to steal my joy.”

you reached up, your fingers sliding naturally into the soft, brown curls at the back of his neck, gently scratching his scalp. the contrast between your small, gentle hands and his massive, athletic frame was enough to make a bystander faint from the romance of it. “they’re just being nice, tōru. you have lovely friends.”

“they aren’t being nice, they’re flirting! they’re actively courting my woman right in front of my face!” he wailed, tightening his grip around your waist until he was practically lifting you off your feet. he was inhaling the scent of your shampoo like a man dying of thirst in a desert. he was so desperately, absurdly consumed by you that even a friendly joke from his friends felt like an international crisis.

iwaizumi walked over, casually kicking oikawa’s shin. “let her breathe, you idiot. you’re suffocating her.”

“i’m holding her close because she’s my gravity, iwa-chan! if i let go, she might float away to a better school with a better volleyball captain!”

“honestly, shiratorizawa has a much nicer campus,” mattsun muttered around a mouthful of lemon bar.

oikawa’s eyes went wide with genuine horror. he looked down at you, his lower lip trembling with a level of dramatic flair that belonged in an opera house, yet his eyes were so intensely, deeply sincere it made your heart skip a beat. he looked like a giant, pathetic puppy who had just been told the park was closed forever.

“you wouldn’t leave me for ushijima, right?” he whispered, his voice cracking with a terrifyingly real vulnerability. “he doesn’t even know how to braid hair. his hands are like bricks. he’d ruin your sections. i’m the only one who can do it perfectly for you.”

you leaned up on your tiptoes, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right against his pouty lips. the entire gym went dead silent. hanamaki choked on his pastry. iwaizumi actually looked away out of secondhand embarrassment from how quickly oikawa completely dissolved under your touch.

oikawa’s eyes fluttered shut, his entire body going limp against you as he melted into the kiss, his hands trembling slightly where they rested on your hips. when you pulled back, he looked utterly dizzy, drunk on the simple reality that you chose him, every single day, despite how incredibly high-maintenance he was.

“i like my hair exactly how you do it,” you said softly, your voice a soothing balm to his frayed, possessive nerves. “and no one else gets the strawberry tarts.”

oikawa let out a sound that was half-sob, half-triumphant cheer. he threw his head back, glaring at his team with a smug, teary-eyed gring that practically screamed victory. “hear that? she loves me! she thinks you all are garbage! get your own bakers, you pathetic singletons!”

“she didn’t say any of that, shittykawa.” iwaizumi groaned, rubbing his temples. “alright, practice is over. get this lovesick dumbass out of my sight before i throw a volleyball at his annoyingly stupid face.”

as oikawa happily escorted you out of the gym, his arm glued securely around your shoulders, he kept glancing down at you every three seconds just to ensure you hadn’t magically vanished. he was unapologetically ruined by you, and as he tightly held your hand in the cool evening air, he made a mental note to never, ever drop hints again.

from now on, he was keeping you entirely to himself—even if he had to fight his entire team to do it. dear god, he was so in love with you.

n: i’m eternally grateful to each and everyone of you. thank you so much, everyone !! this is one of the best birthdays i’ve ever had :3

© showhay — don’t copy, repost, or translate without my permission. do not use/feed my works to AI.

iloveu

[mayoeinase]

Kageyama Tobio and Kimura Tatsunari my manss🥹🥹... Who also wants a man 🌝

[noona96n]

rereading the Old Fashioned Cupcake manga and is reminded that Nozue-san and Togawa's name complement one another

野末早苗 Nozue Sanae

野末 (Nozue) as in the corner/edge of the field.

早苗 (Sanae) as in rice seedlings, the young rice stalks waiting to be transplanted into paddy fields & harvested

外川実 Togawa Minoru

外川 (Togawa) as in open river/water (or outside the river)

実 (Minoru) as in to ripen, to bear fruit (or truth/reality)

sth sth rice fields watered by the river are now ripened for harvest sth

[mayoeinase]

Kimura Tatsunari. Why don't you have Instagram. I hate you now /j

[kongkhoi]

will never get over the fact the guy that was kaoru kaido for the prince of tennis stage play is also kageyama

[porteeteepors]

Kimura Tatsunari is such a pretty crier omfg

[jemmo]

I think kimura tatsunari is my lord and savior.

[storge]

[showhay]

art

kageyama tobio x oikawa’s sister!reader

best friend!kageyama yearns for you to draw him. wc: 2k, dedicated to @feiyuo <3

the smell of aoba johsai always lingered on your skin like a persistent perfume of elitism and overpriced sports drinks, mostly because your brother, tōru, insisted on hugging you every morning while weeping about his “cute little sister” going off to mingle with the “barbarians” at karasuno. being the younger sibling of the grand king meant your life was a revolving door of turquoise tracksuits and dodging flying volleyballs, but your heart had long since defected to a boy who had the social grace of a wet brick and the precision of a surgical laser.

kageyama was, to put it lightly, a disaster of a human being. he functioned on milk, salt plums, and an all-consuming desire to be the best. but to you? he was the ultimate muse.

to say that kageyama had it bad was like saying the sun is “kind of warm” or that tōru is “slightly annoying.” it was an understatement of galactic proportions. the boy was essentially a high-performance athlete powered entirely by milk, spite, and an excruciatingly large crush on the girl who shared a literal bloodline with his grand arch-nemesis.

while tōru preened for your sketchbook, striking dramatic poses that screamed “look at my glorious jawline,” kageyama was different. he didn’t know how to pose. if you asked him to stand still, he’d look like he was malfunctioning. no, the only way to capture the sheer, unadulterated electricity of kageyama was to catch him in his natural habitat: the court.

𓏵

you’d been visiting karasuno’s gym for months under the guise of “delivering notes” or “checking on the competition” for your brother. in reality, you were there to fill the back half of your sketchbook with the sharp line of kageyama’s nose, the way his bangs plastered to his forehead when he was gasping for air, and the terrifyingly beautiful focus in his dark eyes.

you had a crush. no, you had a full-blown, soul-shaking, “i might actually evaporate if he looks at me too long” infatuation.

kageyama, bless his dense little heart, was painfully aware of your talent. he’d seen you sketching tōru a thousand times during middle school. he’d watched your charcoal smudge across the paper to create the perfect arc of tōru’s serve. and deep in the cavernous, volleyball-shaped void of his chest, he was rotting with envy. he wanted to be the one you immortalized. he wanted to be the reason you broke out the expensive pencils.

he didn’t know he already was. he didn’t know that for every one drawing of tōru, there were ten hidden pages of him—kageyama diving, kageyama shouting, kageyama looking soft and sleepy over a carton of milk.

𓏵

when he finally asked you to the spring high national tournament, he didn’t do it with flowers or a smooth line. he walked up to you after practice, vibrating with so much nervous energy he looked like he was about to phase through the floor, and shoved a crumpled piece of paper into your hand.

“come,” he barked, his face turning a shade of red that rivaled a ripe tomato. “it’s the second round. we’re against inarizaki. i’m going to... you should bring your book.”

“my sketchbook?” you asked, tilting your head.

“yeah. that.” he looked away, his neck flushing. “i’ll do something worth drawing. i promise.”

he was so desperate for your gaze that he was basically offering his soul up on a silver platter, provided that platter was a volleyball court. he wanted to be your masterpiece. he wanted to be the only thing you saw through the lens of your art.

𓏵

the atmosphere inside the gymnasium was thick enough to cut with a butter knife. the roar of the inarizaki cheering squad was a physical weight, a rhythmic thumping that made your teeth rattle. you sat in the stands, clutching your sketchbook to your chest like a sacred relic.

you’d made a pact with yourself: if they won this—if kageyama managed to conquer the “strongest challengers”—you were going to show him. you were going to show him the hundreds of sketches. you were going to tell him that your heart beat in the same rhythm as his sets.

then, it happened.

it was the third set, and the tension was a live wire. kageyama was a man possessed. he moved with a fluidity that made your fingers ache to draw. he was the conductor of a chaotic, orange-clad orchestra.

during a particularly grueling rally, the ball came back to karasuno’s side. everyone expected a set to asahi or tanaka. even the inarizaki blockers were leaning toward the pins. but kageyama—your magnificent, socially stunted kageyama—saw a gap.

he didn’t jump. he didn’t wind up. with a flick of his wrists that was so fast it felt like a glitch in reality, he dumped the ball over the net. it hit the floor before anyone could even blink.

he landed on his feet, the momentum carrying him forward. he didn’t yell. he didn’t do a fist pump. instead, he looked across the net and let out a smirk so devastatingly handsome, so fueled by pure, unadulterated confidence, that you felt your soul leave your body through your ears.

your charcoal was out before he even turned around.

your hand moved with a mind of its own. you captured the sharp angle of his shoulders, the triumphant glint in his eyes, and that *smirk*. it wasn’t just a point; it was a declaration. he was showing you. he was proving that he was worthy of every stroke of your pencil.

𓏵

when the final whistle blew and karasuno emerged victorious against the powerhouse that was inarizaki, the stadium erupted. you didn’t hear the cheering. you didn’t hear the drums. all you saw was kageyama standing in the center of the court, chest heaving, scanning the crowd.

his eyes found yours. even from the stands, the intensity of his gaze was enough to melt lead. he looked like a king who had just conquered a continent specifically to impress his favorite peasant.

you gave him a thumbs up, your face glowing with a pride so fierce it felt like sunstroke. he gave a sharp, jerky nod, his ears turning pink even through his exhaustion.

𓏵

you waited for him outside the locker rooms, tucked into a quiet corner away from the buzzing crowds. your sketchbook was open to the last page—the drawing of the setter dump. it was the best thing you’d ever created. it looked alive, as if the paper couldn’t quite contain the sheer force of kageyama.

when he finally emerged, he smelled like deep-heat rub and victory. he looked wrecked, his hair a damp mess, but the moment he saw you, he straightened up like a soldier.

“you came,” he said, which was the most obvious statement in the history of the universe.

“i promised, didn’t i?” you stepped closer, the distance between you shrinking until you could feel the warmth radiating off his body. he was looking at you with such raw, terrifying devotion that you felt like you were standing too close to a bonfire.

“did you... did you do it?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically small. “did you draw me?”

“i did more than that, kageyama.”

you took a deep breath and handed him the book. you didn’t open it to the page of the match. you opened it to the very beginning—to a sketch from a year ago. it was a drawing of him drinking milk after a loss, his expression soft and contemplative.

he froze. his large, calloused hands trembled slightly as he began to flip through the pages.

there he was. page after page.

kageyama laughing at something hinata said.

kageyama practicing his serves until his arms turned red.

kageyama sleeping on the bus with his mouth slightly open.

kageyama, kageyama, kageyama.

“you...” he choked out, his eyes wide. he looked like he’d just discovered a new element. “you’ve been drawing me this whole time?”

“tōru thinks i’m drawing his serves,” you whispered, your heart doing gymnastics in your ribcage. “but i’m always looking at you. i’ve always been looking at you, kageyama. because you’re the most incredible thing i’ve ever seen. and i... i’ve loved you since the first time you yelled at a volleyball for not obeying you.”

the silence that followed was heavy, but not uncomfortable. it was the silence of a dam finally breaking.

kageyama dropped the sketchbook onto the bench beside him—carefully, as if it were made of glass—and stepped into your space. he was a literal mountain of a boy who could crush a ball with his bare hands, yet he looked completely helpless.

“i thought,” he started, his voice cracking. “i thought i had to win to make you look at me. i thought if i played the best game of my life, maybe i’d be worth a page in your book.”

he reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek with a gentleness that felt illegal for someone so strong. he looked like he wanted to swallow you whole, to tuck you into his pocket and never let the world see you again. he was completely, utterly, and hopelessly gone for you.

“you’re the only reason i look up at the stands,” he confessed, his thumb tracing your jawline. “i don’t care about the trophies. i just wanted to be your favorite subject.”

“you’re my only subject,” you corrected, leaning into his touch.

he didn’t wait for any more words. kageyama, a boy who usually required a manual to understand human emotions, leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours. he was shaking—not from fatigue, but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of his feelings for you.

“i love you,” he muttered against your skin, the words sounding like a prayer. “i love you so much it feels like i’m constantly out of breath. if you stop drawing me, i think i’ll actually die. i’m serious. i’ll just stop functioning.”

you laughed, a bubbly, genuine sound that made his eyes soften into something incredibly tender. “i’m never going to stop, you big dork.”

he leaned in the rest of the way, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that tasted like salt and pure, unadulterated adoration. it wasn’t a smooth, cinematic kiss; his nose bumped yours, and he squeezed you a little too hard, but it was perfect. it was kageyama. he held you like you were the gold medal he’d been chasing his entire life, his arms wrapping around your waist with a possessive, devoted grip.

when he pulled back, his face was a vibrant shade of magenta, but he didn’t look away. he looked at you with a terrifyingly focused hunger.

“draw me again,” he demanded, though his voice was thick with affection. “now. while i’m looking at you like this.”

“kageyama, we’re in a hallway,” you giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“i don’t care,” he said, his hand sliding down to interlock his fingers with yours, squeezing so tightly you knew he was never letting go. “i want the whole world to know i’m your favorite. especially your brother. i want to see the look on his face when he realizes i’ve taken up every single page in your head.”

you pulled him toward the exit, your heart feeling three sizes too big for your chest. outside, the winter air was crisp, but you were burning up. kageyama walked beside you, his chest puffed out, looking every bit the victorious king—not because he’d beaten inarizaki, but because he was finally the only masterpiece that mattered to you.

as you walked, he kept glancing down at you, tripping over his own feet twice because he refused to take his eyes off your face. he was a goner, a total disaster, and he was entirely yours.

the sketchbook in your bag was full, but as you looked at the boy holding your hand like it was a lifeline, you knew you were only just getting started on the first chapter of a very long, very messy, and very beautiful series of portraits.

n: thank you so much for the oikawa drawing @feiyuo mmmjhdjdjheushs i accidentally posted this when i was trying to save it as draft

tobio’s taglist 1/3

@lsirria @cvntyandfasionable @the-bloopsters @trulyylee @highandalive @nelinkythoughts @kukikoooo @sleepykeijiii @n-o-b-o-d-y123 @averys-place @reverd-ck @sxnnee @anzuuhoshi @evilari111 @rabbitcola @eudaim0nia-a @yeonette @forgottensniper @katzline @michexoxo @asthmaticasma @meonelixir @immortalblazethief @pelicanpizza @x3nafix @knkzshx @han0vyc @meikstv @depressinglyobsessed @keiob @ghostwifeyy @perpetuallydone @mptality @qardasngan @crystal-lilac @methiart @bloodredblessy @wensurr @alyriaschoenheit @rafsbeloved @suha-reads @adagio4strings @sillylule @horanghaepaws @imjustanobody2024 @hibernatinghamster @eri0-0 @imjustanobody2024 @windsblow @fiannee @sh0dor1

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners !

iloveu

[mayoeinase]

You finally opened your ask lmao

Sighhhh... Yeah. Smth. But I don't think anyone is gonna ask shit lmao 😭😭

[someonecalledmish]

Tomodachi Life Living The Dream

Kenma x Fem!Reader

Fluffy One-shot

General Masterlist and Requests. Haikyuu Masterlist

Word Count: 3.9k

Authors note: this took me way too long to write lol, anyways hope you enjoy. summery: Tomodachi life drops and you wanna play it... but you don't have a console to play it on! lucky for you your socially awkward and totally not adorable classmate kenma is willing to share his console with you, what happens when the two of you share an island? Dividers made by me :D

For the past week time seemed to move slower, the atmosphere felt different… like everyone else's time slowed while you were too busy trying to figure out what was going on and how to slow your own pace in life. That's when you got your answer, in the form of your friend showing you this new game that just released, tomodachi life, and immediately it clocked to you why everyone seemed to be in this unreachable world. They were all playing this cool new game behind your back! To be fair it's not like everyone tried hiding it from you, you just didn't have your own gaming console to bother keeping up with the latest game. That doesn’t mean you've never played video games before, god you weren't that uncultured and boring of course. Your older brother had his own console, and would sometimes lend you his switch to play games on. So you decided to buy the game and play it on your older brother’s portable console, problem solved.

“Yeah uh- no… sorry Y/N, but I’m not lending you my console again.” Kota told you after you asked to borrow the gaming device.

“What?! Why not?!” You were beyond pissed! You already bought the game, that was a big chunk of your allowance!

“I lent it to Ren (your youngest brother) the other day and he accidentally cracked the screen, so I've decided I won't be taking any more chances.” He said sternly like nothing you could say would change his mind.

“What’s that got to do with me?! I'm always careful with your things!” You were getting really desperate, that yucky feeling of having spent a great amount of money on something just for it to be a waste in the end was currently devouring you whole.

“I'm sorry Y/N but I seriously won’t be taking any risks anymore, plus if Ren saw you using the console when he's banned from it, he’ll probably brat about it to mom and dad and frankly I can't be bothered to deal with any of that.” It was obvious Kota’s decision was final. You lost. KO.

You stomped out of his room grumbling and whining about how annoying he was cause how dare he turn his back on you like that! in your moment of need! That's what you get for depending on your siblings.

“Shoot me if I ever decide to do anything for anyone in this house again.” You mumbled to yourself angrily as you marched your way to your room, stupid ‘tomodachi life: living the nightmare’ clenched in your hand. Could you even return this thing? You already opened it out of excitement so there’s no way the store would want it back.

There's nothing you could really do now but hope that Kota would calm down and decide to give you his console again. Honestly, you couldn’t decide who to be more mad at: Ren for being such a careless child and breaking the screen or Kota for not trusting you enough. 

you ended up concluding that both were equally as bad and that in an ideal world where murder wasn't punishable, double homicide would be within your options. Sadly however you lived in a broken world therefore killing your two nuances weren’t within your cards (plus you’d feel too bad doing it)

So, defeatedly, you put away the game card on your shelf, a constant reminder of how the world decided to join against you for no reason, maybe this was karma for laughing at your friend when she tripped on the sidewalk… no that’s too minor it’s probably karma for when you trash talked your teacher. or maybe it’s karma for when you ate Rens ice cream. damn you’ve got a lot of bad karma built up no wonder nothing is going your way.

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Life felt so dull going forward, waking up the next day felt like having a rain cloud looming over you, and only you while everyone else (who had tomodachi life) enjoyed the rainbow. You weren't like them, your world was grey while theirs was colored. No one will ever understand your pain, but life does not stop for the unfortunate and school tolerated no absences. So on you went dragging your feet all the way to school, slouched like a brain eating zombie. Some people turned and stared at the off way you were walking but you couldn't care less right now your life is in shambles, let them stare! You soon approached the school gate and quickly realized you were way too early today.

Ugh…

Well it wouldn't hurt if you walked around the courtyard near the gym for a bit. The weather was quite nice now that you're actually taking it all in instead of sulking. As you neared the area you started hearing loud noises coming from the gym, volleyballs smacking the floor and sneakers squeaking.

Oh… the school's volleyball team is probably having morning practice right now.

You thought to yourself, it's quite well known that Nekoma high was one of the top schools when it came to volleyball. You weren't that into the sport but even you knew how good the students on the team were at the sport. 

Looking around the area you noticed you weren't alone, some guy resting against a tree with the team's uniform on. 

Weird... Isn't he supposed to be in there training..? Oh- wait isn't that Kenma-?

Right. Kenma. He's in your class, you talk to him whenever you get the chance, you'd consider him a friend but you weren't quite sure whether he saw you the same way with the way he'd respond to you. (nothing mean… just Kenma being Kenma yk). You immediately clocked the gaming console in his hands, you quickly stormed over with no warning.

“Oh my god Kenma! you have a gaming console! Like duh, you do. I knew that but I didn't know you had the exact model as my brother!” The same model that would support tomodachi life.

Your sudden appearance caused the poor kid to flinch. He was so into the game he hadn't even noticed you there to begin with until you emerged from thin air and startled him.

“Um hi…” He answered back carefully, one wrong move and you looked like you might devour him.

A moment of awkward silence passed over the two of you. The eye contact was going to kill Kenma, with how intense you were staring at him.

“So uh… Do you need something?” 

“Oh uh-” You hadn't thought this far on what you'd really say, so you took a moment to gather your thoughts before finally answering him. Sitting beside him so you could be on eye level. 

“So um… I was wondering if you would be ok with lending me your gaming console… You see I- kinda… Bought a game without actually having a console to play it on…” You started fidgeting with your fingers breaking eye contact suddenly feeling shameful over how audacious you sounded right now. 

“Oh- that's stupid.” He replied calmly while pressing the keys to his handheld game console.

“Hey-! That’s just rude! I thought my brother would let me borrow his but he didn’t… Now I just have the game.”

More silence passed you both, before you finally got to the point.

“Soooo… I was wondering if I could borrow yours!” You asked enthusiastically leaning in way too far, and catching him off guard once again making him slip back at the sudden closeness.

“You want mine?!” 

“Mhm” You nodded eagerly, like your happy go lucky personality would be enough to get him to hand over his console. 

“But I-” Sensing a rejection you quickly cut him off.

“Please Kenma! Please! Pretty please! I spent so much on the game and can't even play it. Isn't that just the worst!?” You clasp your hands together looking at him through the most puppy dog eyes you could muster, it might be a little manipulative but it wasn't like you were hurting anyone, but only if you knew how much you were affecting him…

To you Kenma might be somewhat of a friend, but to him you were one of the only people to go out of their way to interact with him aside from kuroo and his team mates. Admittedly he sorta had a teeny tiny crush on you, NO BIGGIE THOUGH! (its totally a massive ass crush he's just so awkward you can’t pick up on it)

And right now with how you were practically begging him to share his console he couldn't help the blush that spread across his cheeks and ears, he's never been more grateful for his long hair because it did an amazing job at hiding his flustered expression from you.

With that it didn't take much more to get him to fold.

“Alright… You can borrow it I guess. But- if you don’t mind me knowing. What game are you going to play? I might already have it…” He tried acting nonchalant, sitting up properly again, regaining his balance and a bit of his composure.

“Oh it's that new game tomodachi life.”

“Oh that game? I've heard of that, I was planning to get it later this week." He started getting more comfortable and relaxed now, the tension from before leaving his body.

“Oh my god really? Cool! How about I give you the game card for you to keep, and you let me borrow your console to play it on.” You struck up a deal. Kenma was already more than willing to give you his console without this deal, but sharing the game sounded quite nice, and a little romantic if he thought about it too long…

“I- uh… I wouldn't mind, but are you sure you're okay with me keeping the game card?” He asked, wanting to make sure you were okay with this.

“Yes I feel like thats fair, I get to play tomodachi life on your console and in return you get to play it too when you get the console back, and since you own the console I feel like its better you keep the game card, im a little worried i might lose it haha..” You admitted with a little giggle.

That sealed the deal for Kenma.

Your alliance with Kenma has now begun!

“Kenma get your butt back in here you're missing out on training!” Yaku yelled out from the gym entrance, cutting the moment short.

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After that day you began coming to school early borrowing Kenma's console during his morning practice and then borrowing it once again during after school practice. Kenma got to play during breaks and when he was home, a fair deal.

The both of you had mutually agreed to share an island, you thought it would be more fun that way, having a mix of video game, drama show characters and a sprinkle of people from school in one island gave to a more interesting experience.

To make sure you guys were on the same page you guys made sure to update one another after every playing session.

“Hey Kenma, I just finished building that pool we were talking about.”

“Oh by the way princess zelda has a crush on L.”

“I gave bokuto a pet owl.”

“That one guy from that drama you like died…”

“NOOO!”

“Yaku is beefing with that girl from algebra.”

“Can’t blame him.”

“Twilight Sparkle befriended Mordecai”

Weeks went on like this, you guys taking turns playing and sharing information, and over time the two of you grew closer.

That “Oh I think we're sort of friends” turned into “that's my ride or die if you mess with him i’ll eat your favorite snacks!”

And the "She's sorta cute… But I definitely don't like her!” turned into “I definitely do like her… but shut up don’t bring it up!”

One day after you had given him back his gaming console, said your goodbyes and went home. Kenma opened up the game the moment he got home, he had a bunch of assignments due but he'd do them later.

Kenma the king of procrastination 

Laying on his bed he switched on the gaming device and logged into the island. Lately everything had been super calm on the island, no beef, no drama, no death… but the quiet never lasts, not in Kenma's life at least. While checking up on the miis he noticed that the miis of you and him were offly close, a new friendship? Kinda out of the blue a little… but it's not like it was different from real life.

But then, out of nowhere his mii started acting strange, and as he followed along he found out something that shook him to his core… his mii had a crush on your mii!

“You can not be doing this to me right now!” Naturally he started panicking, who wouldn't?! You guys shared an island and if you saw this tomorrow things would get awkward!

His mii started talking about true love after your mii would hang out with him and every time Kenma tried everything in his power to shut it down.

“AaAaH… YoU KnOw EvEn ThOuGh I DoN’t KnOw Y/N VeRy WeLl, I JuSt KnOw ThAt We ArE MeAnT To Be ToGeThEr… YoU KnOw?”

“NO Kenma I DONT KNOW! Well actually I kinda do… BUT! That's not the point right now!” Kenma yelled back at his video game self.

“WhAt Do YoU ThInK I ShOuLd Do?” options dictating whether he should confess or not appeared on the screen.

“Give up! GIVE UP!” in his rush to press the give up button his finger accidentally slipped and instead he pressed ‘Confess your love!’

“NOO!”

“CoNfEsS My LoVe To HeR? JuSt… OuT Of ThE BlUe?”

“NO Kenma NO I SAID NO!” He was screaming at the tiny screen like that would change anything.

“AlL RiGhT! SeIzE ThE DaY! WhIcH I WiLl!”

“NOOO! DON’T!” Kenma buried his face into his pillow screaming out in frustration.

“I hope you trip on your way there and die…!” He said begrudgingly, lifting his head back up to reluctantly see what happened next.

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By the end of the night, you and Kenma were married. The amount of things Kenma tried doing to break the miis up was crazy, and ultimately he still failed. Maybe their love was too strong… That didn't matter though! If you found out you'd probably think he did it on purpose and cut all contact!

“I hate you so much Kenma…” He groaned.

Well maybe you wouldn't notice tomorrow… there were a bunch of other miis on the island hopefully you'd focus on them instead. So with that Kenma called a quits, packed his school bag and launched himself into bed. 

Assignments he said he'd do still left undone.

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“Hey Kenma!” You waved him over when he arrived at your agreed meeting point in the morning. There was about 5 minutes before morning practice started, previously he would drop off his console and give you a few updates on the island then head off to the gym so he wouldn't get scolded for being late.

Today however he was scared for his life, he hadn't slept properly last night brain storming excuses on what to say about the situation between you guys on the island. Sadly to no success. 

“Morning Y/N…” He greeted back in his usual tired voice.

“Oh you sound more tired than usual, did you stay up all night playing? Oh my god did something exciting happen!?” You asked too eagerly, the island had been at peace for the past few days. Finally something fun was happening.

“N-no.” He blurted out without thinking, how the hell was he supposed to tell you that you and him got married, had a wedding and kuroo was the flower girl. 

He was considering making some excuse about how his console wasn’t charged and therefore couldn’t give it to you, but come on this is Kenma we’re talking about would you ever believe if he spewed such nonsense? plus it wouldn’t be fair, this was your game after all it would be selfish of him to withhold your playing rights like that.

so without further more delay, he sighed quietly in defeat handing over the device. He decided at this very moment that he would not tell you about your union, you probably wouldn't notice anyway, you've been hyper fixated on getting hatsune miku to befriend saiki k. Yeah he was totally safe. Now that he had established a false sense of security he had started feeling much better.

“Oh alright then, have fun at practice I’ll update you soon!” You quickly got to loading up the game, waving the mentally drained guy off to the battle feild.

“Bye…” Kenma waved tiredly, slouching over as he dragged his feet to the gym, the last thing he needed was to be late and yelled at by yaku or anyone else from the team.

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Morning practice was hard on the soul enough, having to be up at the break of dawn to toss volleyballs around was probably some sort of torture mechanism created in 100 bc that even the ancient romans were to merciful to put someone through. So not only was Kenma being put through child labour right now but he’s also currently being filled with this sickening pit in his stomach, because no matter how delusion he tried to be about this situation, telling himself you’d probably not notice. There was still a voice in the back of his mind grating about the fact you’ll find out and tell the entire school.

‘OoOoh~ Kenma~? You like me? No you LOVE me?! HAHA what a loser! Enjoy our marriage in game because I'd NEVER marry you in real life!’ You point at him mockingly in his mind.

‘Look everyone! Kenma has a crush on me and got our miis married!’ You announced to everyone making him a laughingstock.

He shivered at the thought of you doing that. No. Kenma knew you'd never humiliate him like that in front of others, you weren’t like that. however he wasn’t sure how you'd react when you found out.

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By the time practice had ended he looked like he had aged 6 years from over thinking, mumbling and muttering incoherently at every step he took towards the gym exit and to your meeting area.

you were still sitting there in the same spot he had left you in, maybe that was a good sign…? You didn't seem annoyed, mad or furious, just focused in that cute way you always are when he leaves his console with you. Kenma couldn't help but stare for a bit, taking in the precious moment in front of him, sometimes he couldn't wrap his head around why you ever even talked to him. Before all of this tomodachi life deal, you guys were just classmates, he admired you from afar not just because you were pretty and cute but because you were one of the only people who ever said goodmorning to him and talked to him randomly unprovoked. Through it all he may have seemed unbothered and uninterested as he continued gaming, but he was always intently listening to you the whole time. And now you guys were friends and he didn't have to admire you from so far away anymore.

After several moments he gathered up enough courage to approach you, after finally convincing himself you didn't know about his and your miis being married, judging on the fact you were still happily playing.

“Hey.” His voice grabbed your attention from the screen.

“Oh hey Kenma, you're done with practice already?” You looked up at him with a smile, that made his heart skip a beat.

“Uh yeah- we finished a few minutes early.”

“Cool.” You beamed scooting over for him to come sit next to you so you could show him the screen.

As he sat down you started giggling.

“Huh, what's so funny?”

“Oh nothing.” You continued giggling contradicting your previous statement.

Kenma deadpanned, clearly it wasn't ‘nothing’, did he do something?

Is something on my face? Did a bird shit on me again?!

Before he could overthink further, you turned the screen towards him, showing him the cause of your laughter.

It was like time had frozen at that very moment and the air was knocked out of his lungs, he genuinely couldn't comprehend what he was seeing for a good few seconds. The sounds of the miis talking broke him out of his trance. His and your mii, together, holding what seemed to be a baby. One that has his miis hair and your miis face, immediately his face was aflame he felt so stupid that he never thought you wouldn't notice! But last night he had left the game with you two married. How the hell was there a baby now?!

“She’s so cute isnt she? I named her Maru.” You broke the news to him giggling at his baffled face.

“Huh- how- I MEAN- WHEN-?! Wha-?! Why would you do this?! I-” Poor guy was malfunctioning in real time.

“I don't know if you tell me, you got us married, didn't you? I didn't know you liked me like that. Ken~” You took the opportunity to tease him.

“I didn't mean to- it just happened-" He frantically tried defending himself getting even more flustered than before.

“So you don’t like me?” You tilted your head coyly, batting your lashes at him innocently like you didn't know exactly what you were doing.

“I- what- no- well-” He stopped himself, taking a deep breath before looking to the side, away from you to gather his thoughts. 

His hair covered the majority of his face from that angle, so you couldn't quite tell what his expression was.

“I do like you… I really do- but I swear I didn't marry our miis on purpose! I'd never force you into an uncomfortable situation like that! It- it just happened… I tried to stop them but everything I did seemed to help them get closer until they finally tied the knot…” His voice got quieter as he looked down in shame, he liked you loads more than his words could describe, but he knew you probably didn't reciprocate his feelings, so having your miis become a married couple was a massive breach of boundaries.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable that wasn't my intent-”

“Who says I don't like you too?” You said it so casually Kenma didn't register it at first, he looked back at you awe struck as you went back to playing with the little mii family. Like you hadn't just reciprocated his feelings.

“You’re super adorable, you should see yourself when you're grumbling about something that's bothering you, or that look on your face when you're hyper focused on something, usually your video games.”

“I’m not adorable…” was all he could muster. You liked him? Of all people?? He couldn't believe it...

“Yeah you are!” You giggled, “Now stop moping, you're missing out on Maru’s milestones!” Your casual tone made all the fear and awkwardness melt away.

That's another thing he loved about you.

You never let him feel like he was weird.

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can y'all tell I don't have Tomodachi life? :P i really wanna play it ngl like I tried de-influencing myself and it usually works I'm not the type of person who's easy when it comes to selling stuff to but I REALLY wanna play this game and like I don't have a console to play it on, if only I had a kenma in my life :c (I actually do have a guy in my class who has the Nintendo switch but he's low-key a misogynist and was quite rude to me a few times as a 'joke' so I don't wanna ask him.)

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Gusari’s Eng Translated Haikyuu Doujin Links:

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IwaOi:

Ano Machi ni Sunderu Karera no Koto

Rating: Gen

Adult IwaOi where Iwaizumi is a photographer and Oikawa is a physiotherapist and has to deal with Iwa being away for his job.

Ghost Cleaner Love

Rating: Gen

A 4-koma where IwaOi can barely see ghosts and MatsuHana can see them clearly. Ghosts love Oikawa and Iwaizumi’s presence chases them away.

Gunjou no Shashin (Ultramarine Photograph)

Rating: Teen

IwaOi take a trip to the salt flats to elope, reminiscing on their childhood on the way there. Side Story: “Shufuku no Namae wa”

Higan no kagee (It’s Whole Like the Flash)

Rating: Teen

A story told through snapshots of IwaOi’s time in university where they also live with Mattsun and Makki.

Hyakumankai Ai wo Sakebe (The Million Times I Shout for Love)

Rating: Gen

What would you do if the world was going to end tomorrow?

Ichi Byoukan no Rendezvous (One-Second Rendezvous)

Rating: Gen

Significant moments in IwaOi’s relationships told through Iwa’s eyes.

Kokokara Dokonimo Ikenai (I Won’t be able to go Anywhere Else)

Rating: Gen

IwaOi at a traditional festival.

Kono Machi ni Sunderu Karera no Koto (The Story of Those Who Live in This Town)

Rating: Mature

Adult IwaOi’s domestic life where they also scale a mountain together.

Shisseishou Oikawa Tooru no Hanashi (The Story of Aphonic Oikawa Tooru)

Rating: Gen

Oikawa loses the ability to speak.

Shukufuku no Namae wa (Beginning to End)

Rating: Gen (& A for Angst)

Side Story to “Gunjou no Shashin.” A story of Iwaizumi and Oikawa growing up together and maybe losing each other.

Tanoshii Jigoku wo Irodoru Nara

Rating: Explicit

ABO verse - where Iwa is a beta and Oikawa’s an omega. A story where Oikawa falling in love helps overcomes his self hatred of being an omega.

Tonari no Fukanou to Koufuku (The Next Door’s Impossibility and Fortune)

Rating: Gen

An OC moves into the apartment next to IwaOi and is shook when he meets his neighbors.

Uramado Dogfight (Dogfight from a Rear Window)

Rating: Teen

IwaOi dated and broke up during high school. 5 years after University, Oikawa moves into an apartment just to find out that Iwaizumi is the balcony across from him.

MatsuOi:

Erohon

Rating: Explicit

Adult Mattsun and Oikawa have hot sex. Also Mattsun has some facial hair.

Erohon 1.5

Rating: Explicit

Adult Mattsun and Oikawa have hot sex but with more feelings this time.

Battle Deployment Series: Military AU where the HQ teams are mercenaries

The First Battle Deployment

Rating: Gen

A training session between IwaOi vs BokuAka vs KuroDai with a splash of AsaNoya, SugaKen, and KageHina

The Second Battle Deployment

Rating: Gen

Another training session between teams that turns into 1vs1 matches later.

The Third Battle Deployment **Not translated

Rating: Gen

A training session between Iwaizumi and Oikawa.

The Fourth Battle Deployment

Rating: Gen

A training session between IwaOi vs MatsuHana.

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iwaizumi hajime x f!reader — fluff

cw: suggestive content, read at your own risk.

;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is the type to never let you walk on the street-side of the sidewalk, but he doesn’t do it with some dramatic, sweeping gesture. he just quietly palms your waist, his thumb digging slightly into your hip through your shirt, and nudges you to the inside without breaking the flow of whatever story he’s telling you about his athletes.

​;; boyfriend!iwaizumi has hands that are always a little rough, calloused from years of gripping volleyballs and athletic tape, but he’s absurdly gentle when it comes to you. his favorite thing to do when you’re both unwinding on the couch is to drag the blunt tips of his fingers down the nape of your neck, tracing the edge of your collarbone until you’re practically melting into his chest.

​;; boyfriend!iwaizumi looks terrifyingly hot when he’s focused, especially now that he’s older, broader, and wears those fitted athletic polos for work. if you’re studying or working next to him, he’ll be staring intensely at his laptop screen, jaw tight, until he catches you looking. the way his expression immediately softens into this heavy-lidded, knowing smirk will absolutely ruin your ability to concentrate.

​;; boyfriend!iwaizumi isn’t a loud PDA person, but his possessiveness shows up in the quietest, highest-voltage ways. like how his hand always finds its way under your thigh when he’s driving, his fingers idly squeezing your skin right above your knee, or how he’ll pull you against him by your waistband in crowded spaces, his chin resting right on top of your head.

​;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is incredibly observant. he knows the exact temperature you like the shower, exactly how much milk to put in your morning coffee so it’s just the right shade of beige, and the precise moment your social battery dips. before you even have to say you want to leave a party, you’ll feel his large, warm hand slide down your spine, his lips brushing your ear as he mumbles, “let’s get you home, ‘kay?”

​;; boyfriend!iwaizumi has a terrible habit of leaving his heavy, oversized hoodies at your place, and he fully expects you to wear them. but the real kicker is when you try to give them back, and he just pulls you into his lap, buries his face in the crook of your neck, and mutters that they smell way better on you anyway, his grip tightening around your waist so you can’t get up.

​;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is a teasing menace behind closed doors. he loves to push your buttons just to feel the flush creep up your neck. if you’re complaining about him being too distracting, he’ll just lean over you, trapping you against the kitchen counter with his forearms on either side of your hips, looking down at you with that lazy, confident gaze that says he knows exactly what he does to you.

​;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is your absolute biggest safe space. after a grueling day, there is nothing better than crawling into his bed and having him immediately haul you against his chest. he’ll wrap his thick arms and legs around you like a human weighted blanket, pressing slow, lingering kisses to the top of your head until all your stress completely evaporates.

;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is so deceptively solid, and he knows exactly how much he outweighs you. when he’s feeling particularly impatient, he loves to casually hook a thick arm around your neck from behind, pulling your back flush against his broad chest in a lazy, dominant headlock. he’ll just hold you trapped there, his heavy bicep pressing right against your chin, flexing effortlessly every time you try to squirm away while he mumbles something entirely too hot in your ear.

​;; boyfriend!iwaizumi does this thing where he doesn’t ask you to move—he just moves you. if you’re in his way or if he just wants you closer, he’ll wrap his massive hands around your waist and physically lift your feet off the ground to set you exactly where he wants you. that casual, effortless manhandling is dangerous, especially when he deposits you right onto his lap or strands you on top of the kitchen counter so you’re at perfect eye level.

​;; boyfriend!iwaizumi has an absolute vice grip, a lovely byproduct of his years as a heavy-hitting wing spiker and trainer. when things get heated behind closed doors, he likes to pin both of your wrists above your head with just one of his hands. his fingers wrap completely around your bones, locking you down so easily that it makes your head spin. he’ll just look down at you, using his free hand to trace a line down your stomach, completely unbothered by how much you’re trembling underneath him.

​;; boyfriend!iwaizumi’s thighs and biceps are genuinely a public health hazard. he’s completely unbothered by using his weight to pin you to the mattress, straddling your hips so you can feel every single muscle in his legs locking you in place. if you try to push him off, your hands just end up gripping his tensed, solid biceps, which only makes him huff a dark, quiet laugh before he leans down to bite at your collarbone.

​;; boyfriend!iwaizumi gets incredibly needy in the dirtiest way after a long week of training. he won’t even wait for you to get to the bedroom; he’ll just crowd you against the nearest wall, his heavy thigh sliding right between yours to press up against you, making your breath hitch. he likes to slide his rough hands under your shirt, his calloused palms dragging harshly over your bare skin as he commands you to look at him while he ruins your makeup.

​;; boyfriend!iwaizumi loves the contrast of his rough, athletic hands against your soft skin, and he isn’t gentle about leaving his mark. he’ll wrap his hand firmly around the back of your neck, his thumb pressing into your jawline to force your mouth open for him. the way he handles you is so heavy and deliberate—he likes to leave deep, dark bruises right where your neck meets your shoulder, anchoring you to him while he takes his time pulling the most embarrassing, breathless noises out of you.

;; boyfriend!iwaizumi is entirely too strong for his own good, and when he completely loses his patience with you, he shows you exactly how effortless it is for him to keep you right where he wants you. he’ll pull you onto his lap facing away from him, or crowd you from behind against the mattress, and lazily hook one thick, heavy bicep under your chin to lock your head back against his shoulder—keeping you completely pinned while he drives into you from behind.

​;; boyfriend!iwaizumi loves the view it gives him. with his arm locked securely around your neck, he can force your head back just enough to look down at your face, watching your eyes roll back and your mouth part as he hits every single spot. every time he drives home, his bicep flexes hard against your throat and collarbone, smothermuffling your breathless, high-pitched whines right into the crook of his neck while his other hand grips your hip so hard he’s going to leave bruises shaped like his fingers.

​;; boyfriend!iwaizumi uses his athletic weight to completely overwhelm you. you’re trapped between his solid chest pressing into your spine and the unyielding restraint of his arm holding your head steady, making it impossible to escape the relentless, heavy rhythm he’s setting. when you try to arch away from the friction, he just tightens the headlock a fraction more, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly command right against your ear: “don’t move, just take it. you’ll be good for me, won’t you?”

​;; boyfriend!iwaizumi gets so dirty when he realizes how much his strength turns you on. he’ll intentionally tense his forearm right against your neck as he plows into you, letting you feel the full, hard ridge of his muscle cutting off your ability to do anything but swallow the moans of his name. by the time he finally lets you go, your head drops heavily to the pillows, completely spent and dazed from the sheer, breathless weight of how thoroughly he just took you apart.

n: i’m at an all you can eat asian restaurant, mmm

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