Somehow The Conversation With Kageyama Goes Worse (based On This Post!!)

°`🍨: Haikyuu x GN! Reader/ Ryujin Nippon x Reader

°`🍨: Spoiling it by saying something stupid like "I love you"

When you stepped on the court, you took my breath away. As if time stopped, I was only able to look at you. Your smile, your trembling lips from the nerves you probably felt before the match and your shining eyes from excitement, made my heart beat faster. It felt like it bumped as fast as one of your spikes, hitting your opponent's field, scoring an important point for your team. The screams from pure joy you released with your fans while bumping the air, made me shake in my seat as if your joy was infectious. Your chest always looked wider when it swelled with pride. Even if you lost your match, you stayed humble while salty tears stained your cheeks. It didn't help that I always feel like falling in love all over again, sitting near the court watching you living your dream. From the day I met you, I knew I got hit by cupid's oh so stupid arrows straight through my heart. My cheeks burned in a glowing red when you smiled at me. Your cheeky remarks when I tried to help you train even if it was your day off, where you should have rested, made butterflies fly wildly through my stomach. I never once have felt disappointed for giving you my heart in secret through small gestures until my chest was empty. Only a black hole remained, but I was satisfied with it. I only wanted to support you, be there when you held the gold in your own hand for the first time, hug you when the pressure got to you and smile proudly when I talk about you to my other friends. Friends knew how I felt, but only you weren’t able to see it. My eyes going soft after a long day when I heard your laugh. My sweaty hands, that I rub on the texture of my jeans when I am near you. My shaky voice, when I feel a little bit too much love for you right at this moment you look at me. But I was never sad that you didn't see any of these hints. Being your friend made me happy enough to live on like that. Ignoring my own feelings to protect you from this trouble. Never having the heart to stand between you and your love for volleyball. But I still ruined it. It was only a moment between us two. A moment where I wasn't careful enough. Talking, yapping and rambling about my feelings after a long time, and then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like “I love you”. When I realized what I said, my smile faded like the colour in my face. My breath stuck in my throat and I started to tear up. I didn't even need to hear your answer to my sudden confession. Your troubled face made it clear enough. My love for you would only chain you to me and rob you from your freedom. The freedom you need to spread your wings to fly high in the sky. I started to run. Faster than I thought I ever could and never stopped. I never once stopped to run away from you, your answer, my feelings and the future that could have been. A future at your side, like I wished to be. I ignored your calls and never opened your text messages. I even went so far to buy a new phone with a new number to never let you catch up to me. I loved you so strongly, that I feared you needed to choose between me and volleyball that you loved with your whole body, mind and soul. I was scared to imagine this moment. So I just choose to run. I wouldn't ever be able to forgive myself if you are hurt by me and my stupid feelings. And now I was only a ghost. A ghost standing between so many fans, that you were never able to spot me if you tried to look for me. A shadow that disappeared before you went to greet your fans, that supported you like I always will. This was enough for me and it needed to be. I just hope you still will remember my promise to always be your number one fan, that never stopped running, hurting and crumbling because of my stupid feelings I never lost for you.

°`🍨: I was very much invested in the olympics 2024 but i also felt great to see Yuki Ishikawa finally live ! (Online, i don't have the funds to see him in person-). I also started to watch Haikyuu again so have a lil text that could match both of my obsessions ! 🫡

°`🍨: REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!

Teacher!izuku coming home from work upset

You were sitting at the table working on your laptop and totally not playing games. You hear shuffling and a loud sigh as soon as your front door swings open along with the rustling sound of shoes and clothes being shed.

You turn to see your husband. His coily green hair tied back apart from the few strands that fall gracefully on the sides of his head.

“ rough day?”

You hum to your partner standing and meeting him before he makes it fully through the hallway. You kiss his cheeks softly, peppering many kisses along his freckled face. He groans slightly in your hands his face scrunching as you kiss him.

He looks down at you with his brows furrowed and a small pout on his face. He was still adorable even as he ages. He huffs out before he finally finds his words.

“ it's just...the kids were only out of school for a month- a month! and it already seems like everything they've learned has slipped their minds!”

You hum and hold his shoulders tilting your head to the couch. He understands exactly what you're talking about and quickly shuffles towards your sofa. He plops down still upset and still rambling on about his day and the kids.

He shuts his eyes yammering on and on, he doesn't even see you slowly get onto your knees. You reach your hands up onto his thigh rubbing it softly as you hum along to his words letting him know you're listening. Your hands trail up to his visible tint and gently touches it. You can feel the thick meat twitch at your subtle touches.

You're unbuckling his belt as he switched the topic to how people seem to not respect him anymore. It honestly saddens you, but you won't let him tread light onto sad topics for long; unbuckling his belt while pulling his cock out of his boxers and allowing it to spring free.

He winces at the feeling of the cold air brushing against the top of his cock. It jolts and begs you to be warmed in your mouth. You place small kisses to his cock and he hums deeply. He inhales keeping himself level minded as he continues to rant.

“ and, like I was saying; it seems like they don't respect me anymore. like no one does, ’ts not fair. I used to be a great hero and I get treated like trash.”

You sink the tip of his cock into your mouth humming around it and nodding as well, its more of a bobbing motion as you glide your mouth up and down on his cock. The vibrations making him groan loudly and place his hand on top of your head. His heavy palm not applying much of any pressure; just lying there.

“ don't deserve that, zu.”

You speak momentarily before slurping his cock right back onto your mouth. You hollow your cheeks to help him feel almost a resemblance of your walls tightening around him. The feeling of velvet pillow like walls snuggling his cock I'm between.

His breaths are changing as his brows knit together and his hips buck into your mouth. You relax the back of your throat to the best of your advantage for every time he thrusts up into your mouth. You didn't want to ruin this moment for him so you did your best not to gag.

“ you... you get it honey, ngh. fuck..”

He lets his head roll back against the couch as you use your hands to stroke the base of his cock that you couldn't fit all the way in your mouth. His thick cock littered with a vein on the side, you let your tongue rub underneath his cock and swirl around the tip of his head licking the slit and sucking harshly around it.

His eyes are fluttering to the back of his head as he tries his damndest to remember whatever it was that he was talking about. Mumbling and struggling to find his words.

“ fuck... I uh.. like I was saying, shit— what...what was I saying..?”

You smile to yourself knowing he's forgotten about what's troubling him. You use your other hand to run his thighs, flexing and tensing underneath your touch and mind numbing head.

He thrusts his hips up a couple of times before a shaky groan leaves him his eyes squeezing shut as he cums down your throat. You cough around his cock trying not to gag at how thick his cum is, the spurts hitting the back of your throat all too quickly.

You finally lift off of him and swallow as much of his cum as you could before being sprayed in the face with more. These were the consequences of not giving him head and failing to swallow it all. You continue to stroke all of his cum out of his cock, milking it all out of him.

His breaths were shaky and he was trying not to whine from the overstimulation, but he didn't dare stop you. You brought a couple of kisses to his cock before letting it lie against his thigh, almost looking like a third leg with the length and intense girth of it.

His eyes were shut and his breaths were heavy, you use this time to quickly grab a towel to wipe your face and his thighs. Izuku needed this moment to relax and catch his breath. You decide to make him a snack before heading to bed, maybe he'd need more from you once he'd gained more of his strength and composure.

not really a chronic illness i think? but my first req for my lovely mootieeeee

reader w/ low iron for us low iron girlies?

˚.🎀༘⋆ iron deficient i. midoriya

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST !!! u didn't specify who so i just picked !! sorry it took me so long , my stomach has been HURTING . i have low iron too !!!

"You okay?" Midoriya asks, his hand moving to support your back as he noticed that familiar blank expression on your face.

"Sorry, blacked out again," you reply, vision starting to return to normal.

"Don't apologize. Are you okay? Do you need to sit back down?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"No, I'm okay, just stood up too fast," you reply, a reassuring smile on your face as your vision was finally normal.

"You need to stop doing that," he sighs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I'll try," you giggle softly in response.

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timeskip!hinata shoyo x reader

“Are you really sure that you’re swearing off of dating?”

You wonder how many times you’ll be asked that before you finally get pressured into mingling just to get them off your back. But Akane, bless her heart, looks genuinely concerned, like choosing to stay single was a cruel fate she wouldn’t wish for anyone to bear.

“It’s not a big deal,” you tell her. “Dating’s just not for me.”

You think back to all your previous relationships, and find that you have never been more sure of your decision.

“It just means you haven’t found the right one!” To your left, Yuki, who is alarmingly a lot of shots in, exclaims. She becomes violent when drunk. You would know, your arm is starting to turn red from her smacking when laughing.

You shrug uncomfortably. “I’m not looking for any right one.”

Akane and Yuki share a glance.

“Well, if you say so,” Akane cedes.

Then Yuki slams her hands on the table as she bolts upright, expression grave and voice low as she says, “We’re doing it, though, right?”

You laugh under your breath. Yuki looks a little ridiculous, drunk, and swaying on her feet even when standing still. Her grip on her glass wavers, and you quickly pluck it from her grasp, ignoring her protesting wail.

Akane brightens. “Yes! Of course we’re doing it!”

You instead hand Yuki a glass of water. “Doing what? Are you two up to no good again?”

“Yes!” Yuki exclaims at the same time Akane calmly clarifies, “Noya’s inviting close friends out for dinner tomorrow.” Which makes sense, because they were pretty much the same thing.

“Oh! Nishinoya’s back?”

“Just arrived today! He said he’s visiting for a while.” Akane fishes out her phone from her hand, then pulls out the class’s group chat that you could never bring yourself to check ever since it hit 999+ notifications. It displays a picture of Nishinoya holding up a peace sign, face serious, and next to a large airport sign.

You hum thoughtfully. “I guess if you guys are coming…”

“Let’s go!” Yuki pumps her fists in the air. Akane smiles and tells her to settle down. Akane drank twice as many shots than her.

“Who else is coming?” You ask. “I might pass if it’s the entire school.”

“Noya’s not that wild. I heard it’s just his volleyball team, Ryuunosuke, and us,” Akane says. “I heard they’re also celebrating because Noya’s treating his kouhai’s return from Brazil.”

“Brazil?” The other side of the world! “Yuu and his friends sure are adventurous,” you remark in amusement, sipping idly on your own drink. It’s milder than either of theirs since you were assigned as the designated driver.

“You’ve heard of the guy. Hinata Shoyo, I think it was.”

You inhale your drink and start heaving. Akane’s hands flutter all over you in panic while Yuki descends in deep thought.

Yuki snapped her fingers. “Oh, right! Wasn’t that the first year who had a big crush on you when we were in second year? Noya’s favorite kouhai, Shoyo.”

Hinata Shoyo.

The first time you met Hinata Shoyo was when Nishinoya decided to invite close friends to watch them play. It was an ordinary day, and they had just come back from the Interhigh preliminaries. Their coach agreed to let them take it slow and relax, so Noya used it as an opportunity to invite his friends (it was just you who was free) to watch (read: to show off).

Having nothing better to do during club hours, you agreed.

You were late, stuck with cleaning duty, and forced to catch up to Noya, who had first wheeled into the volleyball gymnasium. The door was shut. You took deep, deep breaths before sliding it open and nearly having your face flattened by a volleyball speeding towards you.

Well, of course, it was a volleyball gymnasium.

Luckily, you managed to swerve out of the way and prevent long-lasting damage to your face. But the shock was more brutal than the would-be impact. You gaped at the ball that rolled onto the grass miles away. Just how fast was that thing?

“Y/N!” Nishinoya’s voice rang throughout the stunned silence of the gym.

Your head whipped around just in time to see a little guy with a mop of orange hair bound over to you.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry—-” He then looked up at you, now only inches away, and seemed to have run out of apologies. His face exploded in a bright shade of red, but his eyes looked like they were bluescreening.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s fine!” You wave your hand to dismiss his guilt. “I didn’t actually get hit. Well—almost. But I didn’t! That was amazingly fast!” You hoped the praise would snap him out of it, but he was still gaping at you like you’d grown two heads. Or maybe you had something on your face?

Nishinoya comes barreling over soon enough, brows furrowed. “Y/N! Are you okay? You could’ve died!”

You frowned. “Idiot. I’m not going to die from that.”

Your statement seemed to shatter the tension that froze everyone in place. The captain murmured for them to continue practicing as Noya fluttered all over you like a mother hen, insisting on an ice pack.

Tanaka materialized out of nowhere. “Y/N! It’s you!”

“Ryuu!” You exclaim in delight, returning his hug. “Ryuu, it’s nice to see you again!”

Nishinoya turned to the tiny redhead with a raised eyebrow. “You good, Shoyo?”

Shoyo finally flinched out of his daze, narrowly avoiding your curious eyes. “Y-Yes! I’m just—I’ll go get the ball!” he squeaked out, nearly tripping over his own feet on a flat surface.

Nishinoya snorted, sharp eyes following Shoyo. “I think he has a crush on you.”

Tanaka cackled. “No way! Is that why Hinata looks so constipated?”

Hinata Shoyo. You glanced back just in time to catch him fumbling with the volleyball, trembling like a frightened mouse. It’s cute.

Now, you can confidently state that Hinata Shoyo is no longer just cute. Five years later, July, in an unsuspecting get-together party hosted by Nishinoya, and Hinata Shoyo definitely isn’t the same as before.

“Everyone!” Nishinoya’s voice bellows out throughout the venue. For such a small guy, he has the voice of a booming speaker. “Everyone, quiet! Shoyo’s here!”

Choruses of Hinata! echo through everyone as the crowd dispersed and bounded over to where Nishinoya was. You hear a faint laugh and a “Thank you!” From here, you could tell that his voice had gotten deeper. Still light and high, but it was different from the squeakiness you remembered.

Ever since finding out that Hinata had been back from Brazil, it turns out that his grand debut in the Nationals was aired all over. He’s famous now, not just some kid in Karasuno’s Volleyball Club.

“Ooh,” Yuki giggles maniacally. She hasn’t drunk anything yet. “He’s here. Do you think he still has a crush on you?”

“I doubt it. It was probably because I was his senpai back then. Remember how you reacted to Daichi-san visiting our hall? Everyone in our class was swooning, especially the boys!”

“Something about volleyball players, I tell you,” Yuki says, her gaze drifting over to where Akane was giggling as she talked with them. “Hmm. Speaking of them, I think one of them is on his way here.”

“What?”

Yuki takes one last sip of her tequila shot and leaves without another word. You didn’t have to turn—didn’t even have to move. You can feel his presence the moment he is right behind you, like a burst of warmth hovering, but it’s gold and bright, so you’re not terrified

Hinata Shoyo sits beside you, asking for a drink. You can’t help but stare.

He turned to you, then seemed to do a double take. Hinata Shoyo—now built twice as big as he once was; no longer the cute, lanky, and short kouhai from your past; with neatly trimmed hair and a much deeper voice—stares at you in astonishment. Hinata Shoyo emits a wordless exclamation.

“Senpai!” he exclaims in disbelief.

“Hinata,” you laugh softly, fondly. “We’re not in high school anymore. I’m pretty sure we’re the same age. You can just call me Y/N.”

“Y-You—” He splutters, face tinged pink despite the untouched shot in front of him. “Thanks!”

“You’re welcome.” You smile, tilting your head and grinning wider at the way his eye catches on the curve of your neck. “So, how have you been?”

He forgets about the drink he just ordered, seemingly getting redder in the face as you inch closer. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve assumed he was drunk. Hinata Shoyo grins sheepishly, blushing and looking beautiful under the dim lighting of the venue.

Swearing off of dating, hmm… 

You consider him—his bright eyes, his wide and ever-genuine smile, and his undivided attention on you. Does he still have a crush on you? Or was it just the surprise that had him so flustered? You throw your head back and gulp down a shot, ignoring the burn that slid down your throat. You suppose there was no harm in finding out.

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