anything that is really popular in the school. Normally, she’s really sweet and kind to everyone, but one day she snapped and got mad when she overheard a rumor of Asahi threatening her to date him (probably from one of her fanboys who is jealous or something) and then Asahi watched it all in an awe. (Bonus of later after, she went straight away to cuddle Asahi and saying that he’s the best she could have)

imagine-that-haikyuu:

one of these days, i won’t get carried away when it comes
to an asahi request. today is not that day.

i just have a lot of feelings about him and i may have
angsted a little and by a little i mean i spent like 3 nights on this and it’s
just shy of 4k words like @ me wtf

Asahi still thinks a lot about the first time you
spoke to him in his second year of high school. You had just transferred to Karasuno a week before that exchange,
assigned to sit in the empty desk next to his in class.

You approached your desk, and him by proximity. You were
tall, probably only a few centimeters shorter than him, and easy on
the eyes

of course. He’d never describe you as intimidatingly beautiful, but he never
hesitated to describe himself as someone intimidated by beauty—in a good
way—but still. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you and instead
offered a curt nod and a faint smile. You stared at him curiously but nodded
too before taking your seat.

In that week, neither of you ever had a chance to say
anything to each other. Nearly every opportunity there would be to make even
small talk ended up filled by your other classmates. If they weren’t
enthusiastically asking you questions about whether or not you really were a
model (“Yup! But only for some catalogs and lesser known magazines at the
moment), they were determined to integrate you into their social circles before
anyone else could. Meaning, there were times when the bell would chime and only
a moment later, someone would already be chatting you up or whisking you off
elsewhere.

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My first Haikyuu crush!!! Ugh he’s just so pure and sweet! This was beautiful!

How would Kuroo, Asahi, and Tanaka propose to their girlfriends?

imagine-that-haikyuu:

i got a nasty cold that i was hoping would just be
allergies, but that wasn’t the case. ε-(＞．＜;; hence, why updates were slower
this week. sorry, about that, folks. i needed a little pick-me-up and used this
for that reason

totally based tanaka’s on how my cousin recently proposed
to his girlfriend, which was much cuter than his original plan, if you ask me

Kuroo

Basically, he pulls a Jim from The Office where he does something purposefully
to make you think he’s going to propose but doesn’t to build suspense for when
he actually proposes (i.e., getting down on one knee while saying your name,
looking you in the eye, and then going to tie his shoe)

But
he’s not going to propose at a gas station mini-mart, rest assured.

No, you’re at the monthly trivia night at your
usual bar. As always, the two of you are way more into it than any of your
friends are and you’re tied for first against the one team you always lose to
at the last question of the night.

You’ve never been more pumped to write down the answer on the dry erase board at a moment’s notice. The game
host gets his question card ready and makes everyone wait on baited breath.

“Last question of the night. For twenty points:
___…”—You look up at the host clearly confused—“will you marry, Kuroo
Tetsurou?” And sure enough while you’re processing that this is actually
happening Kuroo’s still sitting right beside you with the ring out.

While your giggling uncontrollably, you write
down “Yes” on the white board and hold it up for everyone to see.

While everyone else is applauding the two of you
and cheering, he’s sure to ask again in his own voice and you respond all the
same.

Asahi

You’re sure he’s already bought a ring, so it’s only
a matter of time. Every time you think it might be the perfect chance,
though, it doesn’t happen. But you know he’s not the spontaneous type; he’s going
to have everything planned and do it in a very romantic setting.

It’s after a rough day at work and texting him
the whole time, he offers to take you somewhere that will cheer you up once you
get home. He doesn’t specify where, but when you ask him he answers with a, “Uh,
it’s a… surprise…”

This and how clammy his hands are when you hold
his on the way there is assurance enough that it’s happening now. Now you just
have to wait and see how he does it.

It’s so simple, but beautiful: a picnic already
set up at sunset into early evening at your favorite park.

You can tell he’s incredibly nervous, but he’s
keeping it together very well. He takes your hands and thinks over what he’s
going to say before slowly saying it. He’s not going to trip over his words and
ruin the mood he’s set for the evening.

“I
know I took longer than I should have to do this, but I needed the weather to
warm up enough so that it didn’t get too cold after sunset. So, please, ___,
will you marry me?”

And
god, it’s so cute and sweet and that you start laughing and crying and that
makes him start laugh and crying too. Somewhere in there you’ve managed to
squeak out a yes.

Tanaka

He’s got this planned to a T. He’s going to
propose while you’re at lunch with your parents—who are in on the plan—that afternoon.

He keeps the ring in his back pocket from the
moment he gets dressed in the morning, which ends up being early for him. His
excitement woke him up earlier than usual.

Tanaka’s ready for the day before you’ve even
properly woken up. You’re still in your pajamas and somewhat sleepy while you
prepare breakfast.

There’s no
way he’s going to make it until lunch. The very sight of you makes him
swell up with so many emotions. After only a few steps into the kitchen, he gets
down on one knee right there despite your back being turned to him.

You hear his footsteps and turn to greet him
sleepily only to be stopped mid-sentence by the sight of him kneeling and
holding up little red box opened with a ring sparkling inside.

He doesn’t even say anything and you’re already nodding
and trying to remember how to say yes.

“Will
you m—”

“Yes.”

“C’mon.
You’ve got to let me finish saying it first! ___, will you marry—”

“Yes!”

He
can’t argue with you after that because you’ve tackled him to the ground in an
embrace and keep shrieking “yes” with increasing excitement.

Going through the Asahi tag and oh my gosh how could I forget this gem?!! They are all so, so sweet!! 💖💖💖

May I have some headcanons on Kuroo having a female friend who’s only 5’2 and he likes to tease her about being so small in different ways? He likes annoying her and making her mad in a cute way as long as he doesn’t actually upset her but he really just has the biggest crush on her?

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Kuroo is a fucking nerd, we’ll fight you
~Admin Alyx (With a little help from Admin Emma)

He does that thing where he leans and rests his arm on her head. This always earns him the most unimpressed glare.

“Oh, _____, do you need help reaching that? I can get it for you if you want!” This one backfired on him when she climbed up on the counter out of sheer stubbornness to retrieve her stuff and almost broke her neck getting down.

He’s also a huge fan of the classic “Oh, didn’t see you there!”

He tends to get headbutted in the sternum for that line, though, so he uses it sparingly.

On the flipside, he loves carrying her around on his shoulders–though he gets high key flustered by the feeling of her thighs around his head. He’s not trying to have his mind in the gutter, she’s just making it very difficult, okay?

He definitely has a whole slew of nicknames to make fun of her height, too.

Of course, she can give as good as she gets. The look on his face when she asked him what the weather was like up there was pretty priceless.

He does that thing on the train where he grabs the handhold in just a way so she can steady herself on his arm because he fancies himself a shoujo manga love interest but is, in fact, a huge nerd.

If he ever does take the teasing too far and actually upset her, he feels so bad. He goes way over the top trying to apologize and make it up to her. He probably gets a little carried away trying to explain how he actually likes her height, and subsequently gets all flustered and awkward.

A bonus of their height difference, for him, is that it makes it harder to notice the way he looks at her all the time.

He’s completely weak for hugging her. Her cheek is warm against his chest and he leans over to rest his head on top of hers, resisting the temptation to press a kiss there.

In general, he’ll make any excuse to get close to her. She’s just unbearably cute and he wants to cuddle her at all times.

If for any reason she ever ends up borrowing his shirt or jacket, he is high key compromised. He ends up staring straight up trying to hide how bright red his face is.

Cute Kuroo!!

can i just ask for iwaizumi, oikawa, bokuto, kuroo reacting to their gf, who’s a volleyball player/captain in them shorts. like, imagine these dorks.

hq-cuties-pls:

OMG Yes please!! This was fun to write. Enjoy!

~Admin Emma

Iwaizumi: He’s a fan of the fact that he can practice with you and talk about an important element of his life with you. He’s also an athletic guy, so having someone he can work out with and play with is just another element of fun. I’ve mentioned before that Iwaizumi is very much a leg man, and that is very true with those teeny tiny volleyball shorts. (Low key: he will bite your thighs sometimes where your shorts will definitely show them off. He does it on purpose, don’t let him fool you.)

Oikawa: One thing that he’s always had trouble with is finding people who understand him. So the fact that you can probably relate to his passion and his super busy schedule is huge for him. He likes to practice with you, he likes to cheer you on, and he definitely gives you pointers for how to improve. Sometimes, he’ll be a little mean and do “receiving practice” with his killer serves just to show off a bit, but for the most part, it’s just sort of a dream come true for him. He honestly doesn’t really pay attention to the shorts or your legs in them until much later, but that’s because on the court, he is serious, and that extends to his time with you there, as well.

Bokuto: Wow, he’s excited. Like, way too excited. He wants to do everything with you! He gets to go to meetings with the school just for captains, and he wants to compare notes at festivals and he wants to practice with you and he wants to set up training sessions with you and your teams… it gets a bit much. His favorite element, though, is the fact that he has someone to lean on when things get tough. You can be there for each other when the pressure starts getting to you both, and you both understand. You also help him with his moods, and he helps keep you in check.

Kuroo: Trash Talk Power Couple Aesthetic. You tease each other near constantly, shouting at each other on game days, teasing each other in classes, heckling each other at practices. It gets a little out of control some days, and Kenma doesn’t put up with it at all. Seriously, if the three of you are ever together, volleyball is banned as a topic. However, if you ever want to get back at Kuroo for his teasing, just slowly take off your track pants in front of him. He’s weak for your ass, and his brain won’t have enough space to come up with creative insults when his entire blood supply has flown south for the winter.

So funny and cute!

May I get a scenario for my sweet kitty Kenma and his female s/o(who’s similar in personality) are hanging out on a quiet Friday night just cuddling, gaming, watching movies, and just doing whatever with a few kisses here and there until the sun comes up and they finally fall asleep… Until everything changes when Kuroo and Bokuto attack wanting them to go out a hang with them?

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This was fun!! I finished that massive project I was working on, so now I’m actually working on requests. Shocker! Note: Himiko and Shinji are my OCs and they are Bokuto and Kuroo’s girlfriends respectively.

~Admin Emma

You and Kenma prided yourself on your Trash Master Suite, the name you’d lovingly given to your shared apartment when the two of you moved in together after college. It wasn’t dirty, per se. Just messy. But you knew where everything was. And you took out the trash and did dishes before the smell set in. It wasn’t like you were infested or anything. You just had better things to be doing with your time than keeping up a meticulous apartment that no one saw anyway. It was your little garbage dump haven. And you loved it.

It was finally the weekend. Kenma’s crunch time at the studio where he worked was finally over, and he was spending his first full night at home in a long time. You were also pretty wiped from work, and all you wanted was a quiet night in with your sweet, sweet boyfriend who was never home as much as you wanted him to be.

That night, you were lounging on the sofa in one of Kenma’s oversized t-shirts; he was sitting in front of the sofa on the floor, burrowed into his customary blanket burrito and concentrating intensely on one of his games. He’d already marathoned through Final Fantasy XV when it’d come out, but now he was playing the New Game Plus to try and 100% it, so it was mildly more relaxing. You assumed. Your unwind game was like, Pokemon Sun and Animal Crossing, but hey. To each their own. Besides, you were pretty absorbed in your manga and the Chocobo theme wasn’t bad background noise.

Then, everything changed when Kenma’s friends attacked.

Bokuto and Kuroo had a spare key to your apartment and, in hindsight, that was probably not a great idea, seeing as they didn’t much respect your boundaries in the first place. You and Kenma shot them matching glares when they burst through your front door.

“Wow, that’s spooky,” Bokuto said. “Some couples dress the same. You two just emote the same.”

“Did you need something, Bokuto-kun?” you grumbled. You didn’t mind all that much, really. You liked Bokuto and Kuroo a lot. But they were both in your apartment unannounced and they were both dressed to the nines, which could only mean they had something nefarious planned.

“Yikes, ____,” Kuroo said, but his smirk told you he wasn’t the least bit cowed by your cold demeanor. “We’re here to invite you out! And by ‘invite’ I mean ‘drag’ because we haven’t seen you and the girls miss you and we want to spend some time with you.”

“Really, Kuro?” Kenma asked, quirking his eyebrow. “My first night home with ____ in, like, six months and you want to drag us out? Really, Kuro?”

“Look, I get it,” Kuroo said. “You want to burrow into your blanket burrito and not emerge until your next assignment. I also know that the second you get really caught up in it, you won’t emerge for anything, and I’d like to spend a night with my best friend. It’s not like ____ isn’t invited, or anything.”

Kenma narrowed his eyes suspiciously, a move that made him look like that meme cat with the knife. You snickered under your breath.

“Where are we going?” Kenma asked.

“Just dinner and drinks,” Kuroo said, holding his hands out defensively. “If we feel up for it, maybe dancing, but I promise, just drinks and dinner for now.”

You nudged Kenma with your knee; “Drinks and dinner doesn’t sound bad. Especially if Kuroo-kun is paying.”

“Who said I’m paying?” Kuroo asked.

“You sort of did,” Bokuto said with a shrug. “But it’s not that big of a deal. Come on, Himiko-chan and Shinji-chan want to see you! We promise, it’ll be super low key!”

“Nothing is ever low key with you, Bokuto-kun,” you laughed. “But if Kenma’s in, I’m in.”

Kenma narrowed his eyes at you, trying to gauge how much you really wanted to go. You weren’t thrilled with the idea, but Bokuto and Kuroo’s earnestness was sort of infectious, and you knew that if you refused them, they would be genuinely crushed. You couldn’t handle Bokuto’s giant puppy eyes or that note of genuine hurt in Kuroo’s voice at the moment, so you decided to go along for the ride.

Worst case scenario, you came home a little drunk and a lot tired. There was still time to spend with Kenma.

Having found a satisfactory amount of enthusiasm in your expression, Kenma shrugged; “Alright. Let me get my shoes on and we’ll go.”

“Oh, no,” Kuroo said, steering Kenma away from the genkan towards the bathroom. “Change out of those ratty sweats. And wash your hair!”

“You said nothing about showering,” Kenma grumbled, and you had to laugh. Kenma avoided washing his hair like the damn plague–the bleach made it a little crusty if he didn’t deep condition every time.

“Kozume Kenma, so help me, if you don’t wash your nasty ass hair, I will do it for you!” Kuroo had his Dad Voice on. He broke it out so rarely, and it was usually only with Kenma and hygiene.

“Come on, babe,” you said, slipping your hand into his. “I’ll join you.”

“No hank or pank, kids!” Kuroo shouted. “The girls are waiting!”

You led Kenma down the hall to the bathroom, sweeping his baggy t-shirt off over his head. You smoothed your hands over his chest, delighting in the pleased little shiver that ran down his spine at your touch. He gently cradled your jaw, smoothing his thumb over the swell of your cheek,

“I wanted to spend tonight with you,” he grumped.

“You had to know that as soon as your crunch time was done, those two would be all over you,” you said, starting up the shower. “This way, we get it out of the way, they buy us dinner, and we have the rest of the week just the two of us. It’s a win-win.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed, getting the claw clip to hold his hair in place during the conditioning step. “I want to stop at that bakery on our way home.”

“The late night one? With the mini tarte tatins?” He nodded and you had to laugh. Leave it to Kenma’s sweet tooth to motivate him. “Anything you want, babe. I love you.”

He grinned softly, nuzzling your temple with his nose, which was Kenma-speak for ‘love you too.’

Emma this is sooooooo cute!!!

You Have Something on Your Face (Daichi x Reader Birthday Fic for Jade)

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A day belated, but most definitely not forgotten! Happy birthday to our dear friend Jade from @vball-baes-bball-babes! I hope you had a great day and enjoy some domestic Daichi fluff!

– Admin Rachel Lauren

Ko-Fi

“I’m home!”

Daichi enters the apartment, greeted by the sound of your “Welcome home!” from another room. In the distance, he also hears the sound of water rushing from a faucet, followed shortly by a clank of glasses and a string of curses from you. Then a sigh of relief.

“Dishes, huh?” he calls before entering the kitchen. You’ve both broken glasses and plates while washing them before, no thanks to them slipping from your hands and crashing back into the sink. Your sigh convinces him that your kitchenware survived the fall this time. “Need any help?”

“Nope, almost done,” you call over your shoulder. There’s something about the sunlight streaming from the window over the sink that always makes you look picture perfect from this angle. He could sit and stare for a while if you’d allow it.

“I can hand dry what’s on the rack.”

“The towels are all wet, and uh, on the floor.”

Daichi now catches sight of the hand towels laid out on the floor. He can’t see the front of your shirt, but he doesn’t really need to in order to figure it out. The large pan on the drying rack clues him in; the dishes aren’t the only thing that were sprayed.

“Let me guess: the floor needs to be washed too anyway?” he teases before joining you at the sink. He always liked that you’re not particularly bothered by minor inconveniences.

“How did you know?” you ask with a wide, cheesy grin. It’s so small, but he loves when the two of you have these playful moments. There’s no explanation as to why his heart swells with joy and love at times like these. Maybe the only explanation is love.

You place the last glass on the drying rack and turn to him. “And done.” You peel off the rubber gloves off and drape them over the faucet. Daichi observes for a moment as you bring your hands to your face and sniff. “Ugh, it’s gonna take forever to get the rubber smell off.”

You pull them back and grimace at them for a second.

“You have something on your face,” Daichi says.

“Soap maybe?” you say, confused as cups your face and examines your features. He doesn’t answer. Instead he presses his lips to yours. It only catches you off-guard for a moment; Daichi pulls moves like this often enough that you’re used to it. You hum in delight regardless because it’s still just as sweet as all the other times.

He pulls away, smiling. Thumbs caress your cheeks as you bring your own hands up to meet his. “Nope, it was me.”

“Well, thank goodness for that.” You let him bask in your presence a little more. He’s caught up in taking you in, only noticing peripherally but not registering that you’ve opened a nearby drawer and removed a fresh hand towel. You press it to his chest. “Now, get drying.”

And he does, but not without stealing another kiss.

Rachel Lauren I love this!!! It’s so sweet and cute and honestly my husband would totally do something like this so it was extra special to me.

Thank you so very much for taking time (especially when you weren’t feeling well) to write me such a wonderful present.

Ushijima – Let the man speak

ASK:From the sentence and Drabble prompts, can I get “You look…” “Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?” With Ushijima with a reader who hates dressing up? Thanks! You’re the bomb!

Thank you so much! I’m so sorry this took me forever to get done but I really hope you like it!

The bra pokes and the material is clingy and why can’t you just get away with wearing a simply nice shirt and skirt?! But no, your mother insisted on buying you a new ridiculous dress that “enhances your features”. You know this is a special evening for Wakatoshi, there’s no denying it but do you really have to get this dressed up?

“_______! Wakatoshi is here!”

You groan, take one last look in the mirror. Your hair is done and you’re wearing so much makeup you wonder if he’ll even recognize you.

One last shift of the bodice then you’re taking slow measured steps so as not to trip over the front of the dress.

You round the corner to find Wakatoshi standing by the door decked out in a full suit.

Ok, so maybe your mom was right.

As you make your way towards him he says, “You look-”

“Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”

He tilts his head. “That wasn’t what I was going to say.”

“Oh.” You can’t manage to keep a hurt tone from your voice. Granted, you feel exceptionally awkward and would be the last person to admit you think you look good but you thought maybe at least he-

Wakatoshi’s deep voice breaks into your downward spiral. “You look ethereal.”

His hand lifts yours to his lips, a delicate kiss planted to its back and you blush furiously.

But with a smile.

Show Me How You Feel (Tsukishima/Reader – NSFW Commission)

imagine-that-haikyuu:

Wow, sorry these commissions are taking so long, but here’s the second request of the bunch. They asked for Tsukishima and a swimmer!reader who share an intimate first time together after Tsukki remembers some unwanted advice from his former volleyball teammates. (Characters are aged up, for obvious reasons)

– Admin Rachel Lauren

Commissions | Ko-Fi

Tsukishima swears he can hear your giggle at this very moment. That would be impossible, though, considering you’re nowhere near the gymnasium now. It’s only one of the managers laughing. At what though, he can’t say. He shouldn’t even be thinking about that or you right now, yet he still can’t shake the thought.

“Tsukishima. It’s your serve.”

Maybe it would have been better to have not watched the end of your practice the other day. He knows that’s a lie. Either way, you’d still be messing around with your teammates. Even seated high above the indoor pool, Tsukishima could see the flirtatious glint in one boy’s eyes as you playfully elbowed him.

“Tsukishima? Hello?”

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Rachel Lauren this is amazing!!! I’ve missed your writing so much and you knocked it out of the park with this one!

Every character was on point! I loved the whole team discussion, so so perfect!

And the mix of tender, vulnerable but still snarky Tsukishima is wonderful.

It’s got just the right level of awkward to feel believable and beautiful!

Well, well done!!

Tendou Satori Birthday Headcanons

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It’s this noodly boy’s birthday today, so it’s time to celebrate! He deserves ALL THE LOVE, so please enjoy these headcanons for our miracle boy SA-TO-RI!

~The Admins

SFW

Doesn’t go out of his way to mention his birthday ahead of time. He knows it’s silly, but part of him wants to see if anyone will actually remember his birthday without him telling them. (Spoilers: they do.)

Once it’s clear that no one has forgotten his birthday, though, he is very happy to be the center of attention for the day and takes full advantage of being the birthday boy. He’ll definitely be a shit about it, but his obvious excitement is so cute you really don’t mind.

Probably got extra drills assigned from Washijou on at least one occasion because he was trying to get out of doing drills on account of it being his birthday. He still insists it was worth a try.

Skip the cake and stick his birthday candles in a decked-out chocolate ice cream sundae. And no, hot fudge over chocolate ice cream is not too much, you’re just weak.

He loves parties. The bigger the better. The more eccentric and eclectic the decor and music choices, the better. The weirder the music… well, you get the idea.

Tendou isn’t a big eater, so he doesn’t much care what kinds of food there are. He does have lots of friends that eat a lot, though. So restaurant and izakaya outings are kind of wasted on him, unless you find a really cool place in Asakusa or something. He’s a bit of a grazer, though, so snack foods are always good.

Once he hits drinking age, watch out for him. The boy is a lightweight. He loves going out for his birthday–he’s all about the dancing–but if he tries for a second to keep up drink for drink with the absolute tanks he calls friends (lookin’ at you, Wakatoshi), he’s toast. He can be a very schmoopy drunk, so you’ll end up half-carrying him home while he waxes poetic about the mole on your cheek or who the heck knows what. Not that it’s entirely unenjoyable, but it definitely isn’t quite how you planned to spend your evening.

Speaking of dancing, though–if you keep him on the right side of schwasted, he can go all night long. He’s a surprisingly good dancer, too–you’d expect him to be all limbs, but he’s strangely smooth, and has a great sense of rhythm. It also gives him a free pass to hold you as close as he wants, which he loves.

He’s one of the easiest people ever to shop for–partially because he’s just going to love anything that you give him, but also because he has all manner of nerdy interests and a tendency to never shut up about them, so you can always fall back on those. Honestly, though, you can give him just about anything and he’ll love and treasure it.

After he’s all partied out, he just wants to cuddle up with you for an anime marathon on the couch. Some snacks, a soft blanket, one of his favorite shows, and you in his arms… what more could he want?

NSFW

Kiss him silly. He can never get enough of kissing you and holding you close; it’s honestly one of his favorite activities. You’re definitely not arguing, either–he’s a pretty fantastic kisser. Practice makes perfect, after all, and he does kiss you a lot.

He’s generally up for almost anything you’re into, from the most vanilla to the wildly kinky. He just likes being with you, so he’s down for anything you want to try.

If you are in the mood to spice things up a bit, though, tie that boy up. He lives for it, and all the better to shower every inch of him in love–he’s one tall motherfucker, so it’ll take you a while, but it’s oh so worth it. He gets so worked up, and it’s absolutely beautiful. His cheeks flush until they almost match his hair, his back arches off the bed trying to chase any contact…. It’s a sight, and you can’t get enough.

While you’re at it, combine that with some gentle sensation play. Feathers, ribbons, soft leather maybe, but no impact. Just run it softly along his skin, and watch him shiver. Throw in a blindfold and he’ll be a quivering mess–he’s already so sensitive, the blindfold just takes him over the edge.

He’s extremely vocal in bed. If you have roommates, arranging for them to be away for his birthday will make a great present. That way he can fully relax and let loose–and you can enjoy the full repertoire of sounds you can draw out of him. From whines and sweet moans to bafflingly creative curses, you love each and every one.

His dick is like him: long, thin, and a little wonky. You think it’s cute, though–especially the freckles on the side. It suits him perfectly. Oh, and yes, the carpet does match the drapes.

He has almost zero refractory period. Give him maybe five minutes and a quick drink and he’s good to go again.

If you really want him noisy, go down on him. Be ready to hold him still, because he’s a twitchy, squirming mess, but it’s a surefire way to have him screaming in no time.

He also loves experimenting with toys. There are just so many. You don’t mind at all–he’s so beautifully responsive, you’re happy to experiment with him.

He’s also super responsive to p-spot stimulation. He’s so sensitive it’s easy to have him downright sobbing in no time. When he gets overstimulated he goes almost strangely quiet–for him, at least. All he can manage are low whines and choked-off gasps.

All of that said, for his birthday he also loves just sweet, gentle sex. Keep it slow and loving with lots of eye contact, and he just melts. He does have a tendency to get emotional during sex, so don’t be alarmed if he cries–he’s just overwhelmed, but he loves it. Hold him close and kiss his tears away and you’ll have a very happy–if a bit weepy–birthday boy on your hands.

He needs cuddles likes he needs oxygen. This is true literally always, but especially after sex. It’s really intense for him, so he just needs to be held for a while. Comb your fingers through his hair and let him cling to you; it’s super important to him.

Happy birthday Tendou!!

Can I get a scenario with a domestic Iwa-Chan where he finds out his daughter has a boyfriend?

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I guess it’s Iwaizumi Week here on this blog lol either that OR you all are secretly super in love with Iwa-chan ;D The daughter’s age wasn’t specified, but I hope you like how I imagined this to go down haha Thanks for requesting! – Admin Satori ❤

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Kiyomi (Pure Beauty) – Daughter (13)

Maro (Myself) – Twin Son (4)

Reiji (Courteous Child) – Twin Son (4)

It was a madhouse in the Iwaizumi household. A mess was made of the fresh laundry by his oh so precious twin boys, and his daughter wasn’t home from school just yet to help him wrangle them together! It seemed every time he’d catch one, he’d have to struggle or overreach his body’s limitations to catch the other! Doing this would only cause him some muscle pain tomorrow – he wasn’t the spry young man he once was!

“Daddy! Over here! Can’t catch me~!” Then a messy raspberry before Iwaizumi was hurdling over the pile of laundry on the floor – having rashly decided to get his children under control before working to clean up the house.

Probably a poor decision, but a decision nonetheless.

A key in the lock of the front door had Iwaizumi turning to ask his daughter, Kiyomi, to help him grab her brother before the mess got worse. But his request died in his throat when he saw who was walking through the door with his baby girl.

Oikawa Yukio. Holding his daughters hand. Fingers laced. A light blush on his daughters cheeks and a wide smile on the little boys face – an identical one to his fathers, Oikawa Tooru.

A thump and a whine from Maro, Iwaizumi’s son, had Kiyomi looking at her father with identical green eyes, “Daddy! Why’d you drop Maro? You hurt his little head!” She let go of Yukio’s hand before rushing to her baby brother, kissing his forehead and making the four year old wrap his arms around her neck. “Daddy didn’t mean it, baby brother, he’s just being weird.”

“Me, too! Me, too!” Reiji rushed over to his brother and sister, wrapping his own arms around his sisters neck and smiling widely when she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Boys.” Iwaizumi’s voice rumbled in his chest, the twins looked up at their father curiously – knowing he was about to give them a direct order… That was his daddy voice after all. “Distract your sister…. I have someone to talk to.” Then he was moving towards Yukio, who froze like a deer in headlights at the sight of his uncle practically charging towards him.

Maro and Reiji smiled far too sweetly at their big sister before they went completely limp in her arms, making her struggle to hold herself up as they dangled from her neck and shoulders. “Ah! Maro! Reiji! Cut it out!” Her hands pushed at their holds, trying to free herself – knowing her father would most likely scare off her new boyfriend. Her Yukio.

Yukio stared up at Iwaizumi with wide light brown eyes, identical to his fathers, “Uh… Go-Go-Good Afternoon, Uncle Iwa… H-h-how are y-you?” Unlike his father, Yukio had more sense to be afraid of those much larger than him – and his uncle was a mountain compared to his ant hill.

“Let’s take a walk, Yukio.”

His voice was deep, dark, and almost had a grave tone to it – Yukio wasn’t sure if this would be his last walk ever. He’d known how protective of Kiyomi his uncle was, and he’d known his own father had been praying nonstop for Yukio to gain the courage to ask her out – two forces for opposite causes. An idea sparked his movements, having him shuffle out the front door with Iwaizumi following behind him, and he prayed it would throw the scary father off his trail for even a little bit.

“D-D-Dad told me to ask her out!” Yukio blurted suddenly, and Iwaizumi grabbed his shirt to stop him from running for cover. The young boy was prompted to turn around and face his uncle, who admittedly looked less intimidating in the light of the day. Though, that didn’t stop the fear of the unknown push his heart into overdrive, “D-Dad said we-we looked cute together…”

Now Yukio blushed in embarrassment, scratching the back of his head as he stared down at his shoes, feeling a sense of shame for pushing all the blame off on his father. Oikawa had wanted his son to find happiness yes, and yes he did think his son and Iwaizumi’s daughter did look cute together, but to say he’d been the main drive of Yukio asking Kiyomi out…. Was a blasphemous lie.

And Iwaizumi knew it. Oikawa may have a death wish with many things – but pushing his son and Iwaizumi’s daughter together wasn’t one of them. Oikawa had known that was going to happen regardless. And so did Iwaizumi. Hell, he’d known as soon as Oikawa had come to him announcing the discovery of his son in his wife’s womb. It was bound to happen. Fate wanted Iwaizumi and Oikawa to stay together, near each other – together by friendship or by marriage of their children, whichever drew them closest.

But that didn’t mean Iwaizumi was just going to let it pass without a hitch.

Yukio gulped as he continued to stare down at his shoes, feeling his eyes brimming with tears now that he’d lied. Shamefully lied, feeling absolutely awful for pushing it off on his doting father. “Yukio…” The boy practically jumped at the rumbling of his uncle’s voice, but looked up at his familiar green eyes. Iwaizumi sighed and sat down on his porch step, patting the cement next to him, “Come here.” Yukio did as he was told, sitting next to his uncle and hiding his hands between his knees – they were clammy.

Silence held the air between them. Iwaizumi didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know where to start. Yukio was too scared to even look up from his knees. Inside the house, there was yelling and running around – Kiyomi trying to get to the door to make sure her daddy hadn’t ruined her best friend turned boyfriend, but being distracted by her little brothers making more havoc of the house.

“I’m not…. Mad, Yukio.” Iwaizumi broke the silence, feeling his initial rage slowly die down. They were kids. 13 years old. So much more life ahead of them, Iwaizumi was sure they’d drift apart with time. Or grow stronger. “I want you to promise you’ll be careful with her.” It almost pained him to say something so… serious… to a boy he’d personally seen shit his pants when he didn’t get what he wanted as a toddler.

Yukio quickly nodded his head, “Y-Y-Yes, sir! Of course, Uncle… I wouldn’t ever do anything to hur-“

“I’m not done.” The boy shut his mouth, curling his lips inward and chewing on the bottom one – his uncle was terrifying when he wanted to be. “I trust you to not hurt her… Because you know your father wouldn’t tolerate it, either… Of all the snot nose boys she could have picked, against my wishes and hopes…. I guess… I’m kind of okay that she picked you.” It was hard to say, hard to express, how truly thankful Iwaizumi felt about his daughters and Yukio’s new step… Mostly because he had to get over his initial, primal need to protect his offspring from anything and everything.

But he had practically raised Yukio along with Oikawa and his wife. And Oikawa had done the same to Kiyomi and the twins. They were familiar. They were family. The idea of his daughter and Oikawa’s son was much more… welcomed… than the idea of his daughter with some schmo only wanting the worst for her.

“Uncle?” Iwaizumi glanced at Yukio from the corner of his eye, feeling if he looked at the boy any more that he’d get less okay with what was happening. “I’m sorry I lied about Dad…” Yukio hung his head in shame, still feeling awful for his false claims.

Somehow… The shame rolling off Yukio’s shoulders had a comforting effect on Iwaizumi. Made him more comfortable with the idea of this better rounded boy dating his precious daughter. Iwaizumi hummed and patted his ‘nephews’ back, “It’s fine.” And it was. Iwaizumi didn’t feel his initial rage anymore, nor did he feel any negative feelings towards Yukio. Because he knew Yukio may look exactly like his best friend, exactly like Oikawa in every way…

But he wasn’t Oikawa. He wasn’t the pretty, popular, troublesome boy Iwaizumi had gown up with throughout the years.

A loud smashing of glass echoed from the house – and Iwaizumi let out a loud, long sigh before he was standing up from the porch and walking to the front door. “I’m getting too old for this trash. Boys!” All havoc stopped in its place as the twins looked at their father with wide green eyes, waiting for his next order while Kiyomi stopped chasing after them, giving her father an exasperated expression. Iwaizumi chuckled lowly, feeling as if he had a long journey ahead of him with these children of his.

By the time Kiyomi is 13… Iwaizumi is 40 years old – poor old man lol Just thought I’d slide this detail in there for better clarification 🙂

This is ridiculously cute!!