#shiratorizawa

[kwadlayns]

A duckling's paradise. 🐤

[s-infernum]

is this image still very popular in the haikyuu fandom?

[neeska3]

AND THEY ARE DONE!

What should I draw next? I was thinking either all the different friend groups or the time skip versions! Let me know what you all think

[showhay]

getting snatched up by shiratorizawa boys since you bolted like an athlete after confessing.

shiratorizawa vbc x f!reader

yes ladies, inarizaki is incoming; please wait.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

soekawa jin

you corner jin by the vending machines, thrusting a letter at him before blurting out, “i like you!” and immediately bolting. jin, normally the chill one, panics—he forgets his water bottle entirely and sprints after you like it’s nationals. he’s yelling your name so loud people think someone’s being mugged. when he finally catches up, he doesn’t let go, clutching your wrist with trembling hands, cheeks red, heart hammering. “don’t run from me like that,” he says, hugging you so tightly you squeak. he hides his nose against your hair, breathing shakily like he might actually faint.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

ushijima wakatoshi

you slip him the letter right before practice and dash. ushijima blinks once, then immediately starts power-jogging after you—zero hesitation. his heavy footsteps pound the ground like a warning drum. when he catches you, he doesn’t even ask, just grabs your face and presses his mouth to yours with brutal sincerity, like he’s staking a claim. he pulls back, staring into your wide eyes with deadly seriousness. “don’t ever run from me. i want you here.” it’s less a confession, more a command. ushijima holds your hand the entire walk back, his thumb brushing your knuckles like he’s trying to brand the moment into his memory forever.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

tendō satori

tendō reads your letter once and screams so loud it echoes through the gym. by the time you’re halfway down the hallway, he’s already bouncing after you, arms flailing. “don’t leave meee pretty cutieeeee!!” he practically tackles you from behind, spinning you around in his arms, laughing like a madman. your face is burning when he suddenly dips you like a scene from a soap opera and plants the sloppiest, most overdramatic kiss on your lips. he pulls back, staring like he’s been shot through the heart. “you… you’re serious, right? because if you’re not, i’ll actually die.” his voice cracks, but his smile is huge and terrifyingly giddy.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

goshiki tsutomu

your letter sends goshiki into system failure. he reads it aloud, stutters halfway, then runs after you with tears streaming down his face. “y/n, please wait!!” when he finally corners you against the wall, he’s crying so hard his words are incomprehensible. you’re about to apologize when he blurts, “I LOVE YOU TOO!” and slams his lips against yours in a messy, desperate kiss. then he promptly collapses to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably into your stomach, begging, “don’t regret it, don’t take it back, please…” he clings to you like you’re oxygen.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

shirabu kenjirō

you shove the letter into shirabu’s hands and sprint, but he doesn’t chase right away—he reads it five times, blood rushing to his head so fast he nearly passes out. then he snaps, throws the papers, and sprints after you like his life depends on it. when he catches you, his hands slam against the wall on either side of your head, trapping you. “don’t you dare run after dropping something like that on me,” he hisses, face flushed, pupils dilated. then, almost violently, he kisses you—sharp, desperate, biting at your bottom lip like he’s punishing you for making him lose composure. when he pulls back, his breathing is ragged. “you’re mine now. don’t think you can take that back.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

semi eita

you slip the letter into semi’s bag and bolt, but he finds it mid-practice. once he realizes what it is, he drops everything—including his setter toss—and barrels out the gym screaming your name. when he finally finds you hiding behind the bleachers, he grabs you by the shoulders and just stares at you, panting like he ran a marathon. “you can’t just… you can’t just confess and then LEAVE!” he kisses you, hard, half-sobbing against your lips. then he pulls back and actually laughs shakily, wiping at his eyes. “god, you’re going to kill me one day. but don’t you dare run again.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

ōhira reon

you give reon your letter in the courtyard and take off. he doesn’t even pretend to be calm—he shouts your name like a war cry and chases you down in record time. when he catches you, he grabs you and swings you up into his arms like you weigh nothing. “don’t ever run from me again, please,” he says softly, though his arms are shaking with adrenaline. before you can reply, he leans down and kisses you deeply, slow and overwhelming, like he’s savoring every second. he rests his forehead against yours afterward, smiling faintly but with eyes that burn. “you’ve ruined me forever, y/n.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

kawanishi taichi

you tuck the letter into kawanishi’s hands and immediately take off, but he doesn’t chase. instead, he just starts walking in the exact direction you ran, so calm it’s unsettling. you keep looking back nervously—he’s always a few steps behind, quiet, relentless. eventually you corner yourself in the library, and he’s just there, standing in the doorway, staring at you. then he walks up, grabs your hand, kisses your forehead, and pulls you down into his lap as he sits. “don’t run,” he murmurs, resting his chin on your shoulder. “you belong here.” it’s soft, but the iron grip on your waist says otherwise.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

hayato yamagata

yamagata sees the letter, screams, and immediately sprints after you so fast he nearly bowls over three first-years. when he finally catches you, he crashes into you so hard you both fall to the ground. he’s grinning like an idiot, face bloody from a nosebleed, babbling, “you like me?! you really like me?! this isn’t a prank, right?!” when you confirm, he actually bursts into tears of joy and hugs you so tightly you wheeze. he doesn’t let you go for hours, clinging to you like a limpet, repeating, “mine, mine, mine” under his breath.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

yunohama

your letter was still warm in your hands when yunohama practically tackled you to the ground. he didn’t even finish reading before blurting, “this means you’re mine, right? RIGHT?!” his arms locked around you so tight it felt like a crime scene hug. his nose started bleeding when you squirmed, but he didn’t care—he kissed you like he was staking a claim. afterwards, still breathing hard, he whispered against your lips, “you don’t get it… i’d erase the whole world if it ever touched you wrong.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

shibata yu

shibata was laughing. laughing like he’d just lost his mind, clutching the letter with shaking hands. “you picked me? ME? oh, you’re so cruel.” he wiped at his face only to smear tears everywhere, then grabbed your cheeks so suddenly it startled you. his kiss was messy, desperate, like he’d been starving for years. when he finally pulled back, eyes bloodshot, he whispered, “i’ll never stop proving i deserve this. even if i break myself in half.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

akakura kai

akakura didn’t say anything at first. he just stared at the paper until his ears turned cherry red. “don’t—don’t look at me right now,” he muttered, voice cracking, before shoving his face into your neck. he hugged you like he was trying to fuse himself to your skin. the kiss that followed was unexpectedly soft, trembling, almost reverent. when he finally dared to meet your eyes again, he said, “no backing out now. i won’t let you.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

yamagata hayato

yamagata straight-up screamed when he finished reading. then he dropped to his knees like he’d just been struck by divine lightning. “holy crap. this is real. THIS IS REAL?!” before you could answer, he latched onto your waist like you were a lifeline, babbling incoherently between tears and nosebleeds. then, in one wild surge, he stood up and crushed his mouth to yours, sloppy but burning with devotion. “if anyone tries to steal you,” he panted against your lips, “i’ll fight them all. i don’t care if it’s the entire world.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a/n: GIVE ME MOTIVATION TO STUDY OMFG. also i feel like it’s repetitive or maybe it’s just because i’m the one writing lol.

© 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. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[clawsdevour]

can't wait any longer

wc: 1.1k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, smut, boyfffiee tendou x reader, he a bit whiny :3 , bring back fingers in mouths, not proofread, NNN cummin 2 an endd

° ˚ ° ◦ . ♪

"can't believe you actually put up with it this month" you laughed, sitting on tendou's bulge.

mid makeout sesh with your boyfriend, you can't help but pull back to see the little predicament you've put tendou in with his slightly swollen lips and fingers burying themselves into your waist.

"w-well, i have have to beat semi..." tendou's voice rasps, "...heck, he probably already lost nnn and lies about keeping his streak."

yuuup... tendou just had to have a little friendly competition with one of his highschool pals, semi—and it just so happens to be the most inconvenient time for you to have a driest of the dry drought spell cast upon you.

even though you two have been making out and doing all that like tendou fingering you and eating you out, it terribly made you feral for cock. you're not just talking like a dildo or anything, but tendou's cock.

it was like you were counting the days till new year waiting for november to be over so this stupid challenge could end, better yet if semi could confess to jacking off and losing so you could get tendou to fuck you like the horndog you were.

"he prolly—already, f-fucked—his girl," tendou hot lips glued kissed between your words as you panted them out one by one.

"okay.. me next s-satorii" you sinfully whispered before pulling him for a teasing peck on the lips.

gosh, he couldn't wait any longer. afterall he's damn near the finishline, november 30.. just a few hours before the clock strikes midnight. as long as you two keep it under wraps from semi, right?

"...just don't tell semi, babe" tendou breathes on your neck before charging in, littering his faint but reddish marks all over.

head back as he submits into your primal urges, you can't help but rock your hips into his hard erection. working off your shirt, tendou's filled with impatience seeing the way your tits are so perked up and pretty in their lacy cups—exactly how you planned to end off november with your boyfriend.

it was like the moment his eyes landed on how gorgeous you looked in the moment made his dick twitch from underneath. Obviously, you two weren't getting enough action this whole month down there. at this point you already knew what to do.

drawing a hand down, you unclothed his cock to reveal his fully erected length that glistened with precum. your mouth practically drooled from the corners of your lips while you dragged his length up and down with your palm. the wetness of his precum made it easy to manage, followed by the subtle lewd sounds escaping from within your two simmering bodies.

"ah.. shit. i might just cum in that—p-pretty lil hand of yours" he murmured with his head tilted back, "wanna fuck you so bad."

"save it for when you're in me" lustfully you snickered, stopping right in your tracks leaving him heaving for air.

quickly, you ripped your pants off your lower body and got right back into his lap with your fingers pulling your panties to the side. guiding the head of his cock, you slid it between your sopping folds to feel the slight relief knowing that you were about to enter pound town—just preparing him for a smooth entrance.

"gooood, i can't take it anymore" tendou whined, laying a firm slap on your asscheek, impatiently watching you coat his rod in your essence, "should i just cum right now to make it easier for you?"

"satori, hold o-o—on, hngh..!" you rolled your eyes the minute you got the taste of his tip entering and stretching out your aching hole.

or maybe you just entered the lord's pearly gates of heaven because damn.. it was like he was splitting you in half, or at least in the best way possible cause he got you arching like you have never arched before. whatever dry spell drought thing you were on was basically oozing and drenched now that you've got him.

desperate for more, tendou's got a bruising grip holding onto that waist of yours, pushing you all the way down to the base of his cock where both of your trimmed hairs meet. jeez, he'd cum right on the spot if it weren't for his dignity the moment.

"f-fuuck!" screaming at the top of your lungs while you cried joyous tears, slowly move up, "y'feel so—g-good."

if you wanted to snap his cock in half, you really would've if it weren't for his tight grip on your waist that held you. could've been from all the waiting, but your walls were quite literally sucking him in like never before as your plush grip molded to his size.

lord this shit was so much better than his just fingers—yet his tongue that would do everything to ruin your clit. his cock was like shredding you down to your bear parts as you bounced up and down with your tits jiggling to the movement.

the slapping noises? yeah, they was loudd like the way you two was fucking. that sopping cunt of yours left him speechless and heaving for air as he still held in his orgasm to cum with you. all tendou could do was whine and hold onto your waist, failing to support the frequency you fucked him at.

your moans were no match for the lewd wet noises your cunt made whenever you rutted onto him. your voices echoed in the room, mixing into the heat and smell of sex that waved in the air as you held onto his broad shoulders for more support.

"ss—shi-t, babe.. i c-can't aanymore," tendou groaned between raggedy breaths, feeling his balls get rapidly heavy and swell.

"cuum i-inside, satori" hand caressing his face, slipping your thumb between his lips as his tongue played with your finger.

four, five, six—six.. no, seven bounces in before you felt his fiery hot tip shoot his hot milky cum inside you. aanddd, nope. you didn't stop, but rather kept going till you milked all of his cum out of him. and yes, he kept it cumming till he was all out.

"nngh.. satori, i wa—want more" whimpering as you continue to fiddle with his tongue, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head.

all of that anticipation stored up in his balls was now able to finally be released, filling you to the absolute brim like a turkey getting filled with stuffing.

and let's just say, you lasted till midnight... and technically he didn't expose the fact that he didn't last throughout nnn because all of his cum was inside you till the clock struck december 1st.

masterlist here

[suigenerisisadiva]

Courtside ⋆˚࿔

Pairing: Shiratorizawa x Fem!Manager!Reader

Summary: As Shiratorizawa's third-year manager, you've become part-time tutor, part-time babysitter and part-time therapist—full time everyone's favourite senior.

CW: coach washijo

A/N: Rewatching haikyuu and re-reading the manga brought my phase back lets go.

requested by anon.

Life as Shiratorizawa's manager isn't just about volleyball but also the people

Shiratorizawa has a reputation.

Powerhouse school. National contenders. Ruthless coach. Intimidating players.

Then people see you walking beside the team with a clipboard tucked under your arm, smiling at underclassmen who greet you in the hallways.

The image doesn't compute.

Interestingly, you're the only one Washijo doesn't yell at. He actually likes you, not that he would ever admit.

But he's coached for decades, and he knows exactly how important a competent manager is.

You don't just hand out towels and refill water bottles.

You memorise training schedules, organise equipment before anyone asks and make sure attendance sheets are finished.

You remind players about assignments, permission slips, and medical appointments before they even remember themselves.

Half the administrative side of the volleyball club quietly runs because of you.

Washijo lets you play music on bus rides and bring food for everyone

Goshiki: Why is Coach Washijo so much nicer to you? Washijo: She gives me no reason to yell, unlike you BUMS

Washijo threatens to boot people off the team if their grades flop so as a result a lot of the team come to you.

You sometimes gotta remind them to do their work

Ushijima: I fail to see how my grades are relevant to my athletic career You: Ushijima if you can't graduate high school you can become a pro-volleyball player now do your homework

you do a lot of waving around school because the first and second years are very eager to say hi

you remember everyone's name and give really fire speeches before matches

you always have the team sing happy birthday to whoever's special day it may be :)

Goshiki highkey has a crush on you

You sometimes coddle him much to the dismay of the team

Semi sends him to ask you for stuff because he's your weakness

How could he not be look at those cheeks

unfortunately you sometimes have to yell at them because the locker rooms occasionally are left a total mess and it's not your job to clean it up

the boys lowkey leave their shit everywhere and you're always picking up lost things

Yamagata: Has anyone seen my phone? You: Yamagata you left near the benches (direct reference to his character sheet, that boy is always forgetting his phone lol)

bus rides are always a hoot

only you are allowed to bring your speaker and since you've got peak music taste coach allows it

you normally sit with semi or yamagata

sometimes you three sneak off to buy food but that's before you get yelled at

early ass matches genuinely have you being sleepy and getting ready on the bus

Washijo: Y/N why the hell are you putting makeup on for a volleyball game You: Coach Idk how to tell you this but our school is known for sport and academics not for having cute boys, that belongs to Seijoh.

you're always locked in at competitions

gotta match their vibe yk

peep shiratorizawa aurafarming as they enter the stadium LMAOO

you're lowkey friends with all the other managers

a lot of the teams members (it's mainly semi and goshiki atp but whatever) confide in you and find you easy to talk to.

whenever someone has girl problems they go to you.

Semi: How do I impress her? You: I agree with Tendo on this one you gotta stop dressing like that (IM KIDDING I LOVE HIS DRIP)

you get hit on a lot by players from other schools LOL

A/N²: fingers crossed the huzz (my followers) decide to send me requests

divs by @/cursed-carmine

[luxinglan]

"Do you have a boyfriend?”

“What?”

The confused frown on your face triggers a slight frown on his as well, as Tendō’s words echo in his head: ‘You know, Waka-kun, you have to make yourself clear. But don't be too straight—you can sort of come off as rude sometimes, so be really careful.’

“My apologies. That must have been rude of me. Assuming the gender of your partner. Please allow me to rephrase that. Do you have someone you're in a relationship with? Or someone you like?”

You stare straight at his unblinking face from across the table. The notebooks and textbooks you two were working on are still spread open on the desk. You both even have your pens in hand, having previously been writing in the quiet space of the library. At least, that was before he dropped that question just like that. Without a single warm-up. He suddenly raised his olive-colored eyes to you across the table, fixing those unblinking, intimidating eyes on you as he patiently waited for your response.

“What?” is the only thing that can come out of your lips again.

The frown on his face gets deeper.

‘I don't believe I said it wrong the second time. Could it be that she simply doesn't understand?’

“I mean someone you're dating—” he quietly offers further explanation, until you interrupt him, raising your palm into the air.

“I know what you mean, Ushijima. I just don't know why you're suddenly asking me that question while we're having a lesson.”

“Ah, I see. I should have waited until after the lesson was over,” he agrees, nodding his head understandingly while you seriously shake yours.

“No. That's not what I…” You let out a soft sigh before bringing your raised hand to your forehead, resting your elbow on the surface of the table as you slowly massage your temple.

It isn't the first time you are tutoring a fellow student at Shiratorizawa, but it is definitely the first time you have been this stressed out by a single student. Just one.

A third-year student at Shiratorizawa Academy, captain of the boys’ volleyball team, wing spiker, team ace, number one in the Miyagi prefecture, and ranked among the country's top three aces: Wakatoshi Ushijima.

The boy who your homeroom teacher specifically requested you to consider tutoring, just to keep him from falling behind in his academics while he continues rising in his sport.

That was fine and all, but tutoring Ushijima proved to be far more difficult than you thought. It isn't actually about the material—he is a good student who catches on to things quickly and always tries to clarify what he doesn't understand. They are all good qualities every tutor looks for.

But skipping past his intimidating aura and impressive reputation, there is also his communication style. It is… blunt, direct, rough, and straight to the point. Sometimes, it's just hard to take.

Take, for example, the day you first met. Not even five minutes in, he laid out his demands: “If after today's lesson you don't prove to be capable enough to guide me, I'll be letting the teacher know I require a replacement. I don't need someone who will waste my time.”

‘How rude,’ you had thought back then, mere seconds after you introduced yourselves. And now? He's asking if you're seeing someone? To say you think he's weird would be a massive understatement.

“No, Ushijima. I don't have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or anyone I'm dating.”

He silently nods his head as he watches you get back to your notes, then returns to his as well.

‘That’s good.' he remarks internally, before Tendō pops up in his thoughts again: ‘But Waka-kun, wouldn't it be funny though if she had someone she likes? Hahahaha.’

His lips curl into a tight frown.

‘That would be very inconvenient.’

He lifts his head back up, but gets interrupted before he can even speak. You didn't even take your eyes off your notes. It is like you can see him without even looking.

“No. I don't have anyone in particular that I like either.”

“I see…” he responds.

You don't raise your head, but your eyes flicker to his side of the table as he returns to his books.

‘That must be all of his questions.’

Your eyes return to your own page, but you pause, staring at the lines, entirely unaware of where exactly you stopped thanks to the tall distraction sitting across from you.

Suddenly, he drops an even more surprising question that snaps your head straight back up.

“Then, would you like to become my girlfriend?”

A long, heavy silence passes between the two of you. His olive eyes remain unflinching as he patiently awaits your response. He is obviously dead serious.

“What?”

[spoksstuff]

so much more than just friends 🥹

all credits to the original artist @warawarayii on X