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

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“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)

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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

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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?

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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!!

Bokuto – Friendly Fire

ASK: We’re not just friends and you fucking know it with bokuto and a slightly younger reader, maybe first year, please? i love your blog so much omg

Thank you for the love!!! Sorry, this ended up angsty!

The closet is cramped, though that is of course the point. Pick a space technically meant for one and shove two into it, what do you get? The perfect opportunity to get really close. That is, if both parties are willing. But Bokuto is very aware of how not close ______ is to him and it’s disheartening.

“Um, isn’t the point of this to, you know, be kissing?” he asks, his voice surprisingly quiet.

He feels more than sees her stiffen – it’s impossible not to be touching at least somewhat in this tiny space – and he wonders again at his ability to understand people. Maybe it’s just girls he’s bad with.

She takes a shaky breath, the exhale ghosting over his arm drawing goosebumps. “I…I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” she confesses.

Bokuto’s stomach feels like it’s filled with rocks. He should open the door. Should put an end to her obvious discomfort and his growing despair but he can’t stop the “why” that comes from his mouth.

She pauses again and for a moment he doesn’t think she’ll answer. But then there’s another shaky breath and a soft, “Because you don’t make out with your friends.”

He really should be opening the door but Bokuto isn’t exactly known for his good judgement in high stress situations, at least not all the time. His hands reach forward, palms pressing against her arms and fingers wrapping around her biceps; she’s so small compared to him. He works hard to keep his tone gentle, but the hurt isn’t fully hidden when he says, “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

She gasps and he’s not sure if it’s from his words alone or the fact that he cursed but he’s not letting this – or her – go, not yet.

His eyes have finally adjusted to the dark and he realizes he’s looking at the top of her head.

“______, look at me,” he says, one hand gently pushing against her chin. When she does raise her head he goes on, “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel something deeper between us.” Her head shakes a tiny bit, resistance to a truth that’s been staring them in the face for the better part of the year still strong. “Why? Why won’t you admit you feel it too?” he asks unable to wait out her silence, hands cupping her face and he winces when he feels it’s damp.

“Because you’re leaving and I don’t want to fall more in love with you when you’ll just be gone in six months.”

“Hey, that’s not-”

“Ok you two, times up!” The door whips open letting in blinding light and ______ takes the opportunity to bolt from the closet, the room, then the house where this stupid party is taking place. Bokuto stands blinking, trying to get his bearings then takes off in pursuit, leaving behind a very startled and concerned crowd of friends.

Ukai – Breathing Optional?

ASK: YAY! Please some Ukai with “I think I forgot how to breathe.” THANK YOU

Ukai can recall a handful of things that have robbed him of oxygen. Now is definitely at the top of that list.

“Keishin? Did you hear me?”

He sucks in deep. “Sorry,” he almost gasps, gulping in another breath. “I think I forgot to breathe there for a moment.” His hand slides tentatively over skin, ear pressing to her stomach though he knows he won’t hear anything at this stage.

But still he whispers, “Hello baby, this is your papa.”

Nishinoya – Working together

ASK: a fluffy scenario with Noya “Hi, we’re assigned as partners” please!

Nishinoya could feel himself staring but he just couldn’t help it. You were too cute not to look! His eyes, soft but focused, gazed at the back of your head as the teacher’s voice filled the room, though he couldn’t hear the words properly, so distracted by you.

“Nishinoya-kun?”

Your voice, coupled with the fact you were now looking at him, almost made him fall out of his chair.

Were you bothered by his staring? Upset he had the gall to look at you? No, you had a small smile on your face, a little confusion maybe at his mouth gaping open as he tried to find words. Were…were you going to confess? Were all his dreams going to come true in this-

“I…I think you spaced out there a bit. We’re assigned as partners for this project. Do…do you want to figure out a time to get together and plan it out?”

Nishinoya blinked, swallowed, finally found his voice. “That sounds great, _____!” He knew he was being too loud, but at least he was known for that.

It may not have been a confession, but at least he would be spending more time with you. Which would hopefully give him the courage to make his own.

Ukai Keishin Birthday Headcanons

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It’s our favorite coach’s birthday! He deserves all our love, so enjoy these headcanons for him! Super special thanks to Admin Rachel Lauren from @imagine-that-haikyuu for her contributions! Ukai is her precious husband after all; make sure to go give her stuff a look-see! She def has our stamp of approval.

~The Admins

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When he was a little kid, his grandpa always snuck him a little birthday money to go have fun with, much to his father’s chagrin. To this day, Ikkei will still slip him a few hundred yen for old time’s sake (and mostly to spite his grandson, who keeps chastising him about it).

He low key dreads each passing year, because the inevitable “when are you getting married” conversations, even if his parents always wait until the next day. These conversations (almost) cease when he meets you.

Pretty laid back about his birthday. He doesn’t not tell people about it, exactly, but he doesn’t go out of his way to let people know either. He definitely tries to avoid telling the team about it, because he doesn’t want them to make a big deal–but Takeda-sensei isn’t having any of it. He makes sure the team knows, and helps them prepare a surprise.

He’s definitely a drinker, but not much of a party-er. He’d prefer a nice izakaya over a loud club any day. He likes to actually be able to hear your voice.

He’d also rather celebrate with just you and a few friends, rather than a large group. If you throw a party for him, make it a small one. Just close friends, and plenty to eat and drink.

Let. Him. Eat. He is huge on the food aspect of his birthday. Nothing fancy or anything–no expensive sushi or ridiculous, overpriced French restaurants. He likes simple things in quiet, simple restaurants. Or, even better, make him dinner. He’ll just die a little bit, he’s so happy.

Honestly, he’s not really a present guy. Get him a really nice bottle of something that he can crack open for a special occasion (or… now’s fine too) and take a drive up the coast with him, and he’s a happy camper.

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He loves it when you ride him. He’s definitely doing his part to make you feel good, but he loves the view when you’re riding him.

He doesn’t have favorite parts. He likes all of you. His biggest weakness, though, is curves. He loves a pair of big soft breasts or a thick, juicy ass to grab a hold of. He likes his partners on the chubby, curvy, soft side, and he’s not shy about his admiration.

He does have a small dominant streak, and his favorite way to let it manifest is ripping clothes off of his partner. So avoid the expensive lingerie and, instead, go for the flimsy tank top. He’ll be all over it.

He will high key mark you like a 15 year old boy. He never got over that teenaged pride that comes from seeing his partner with a hickey.

He’s pretty vanilla overall–he’s not big into kinky stuff or toys–but he does have a well-honed set of skills that makes up for it.

You may want to spoil him for his birthday, but his absolute favorite thing is to make you scream with pleasure. He takes great pride in his skills, and it is such a huge turn on when he can turn you into a puddle of goo with just his fingers, his tongue, and his voice.

Pull his hair. If you want him to really take control and drill you into the mattress, pull his hair. He literally won’t stop until you’re begging him to stop, and even then.

He’s a big cuddler. As much as he enjoys the aesthetic of a cigarette after sex, he knows how dangerous that can be, but he loves to spoon. He needs the skin-on-skin contact afterward to come down, or he’s too anxious and keyed up to settle down.

Happy birthday coachie!!

Can I request a fluffy mini scenario of the captains + Tendou and Asahi with their gf on their period? I don’t know if you’ve done ones like this before, but I thought that I could at least ask. Love you guys! Keep up the great work! ( ・∇・)

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Hehe, this is super cute and A+++ character spread. This was fun to write
~Admins Emma and Alyx

Daichi: He is 100% On It™ and is ready at the drop of a hat for anything you need. He wouldn’t be caught dead saying stuff like “it can’t be that bad” or anything of the sort–he knows he can’t (and shouldn’t) relate. He has your favorite snacks, a heating pad and other supplies, a favorite movie and comfy clothes on stand-by. He does give amazing tummy rubs and back rubs, plus he is a top-tier cuddle partner. Couldn’t ask for much better, to be honest.

Oikawa: Junk food. All of the junk food. You name it, he’s bought it for you. He makes damn sure you won’t want for anything. Honestly, though, you hardly need all the sugar with how sweet he’s being! He also has some top-tier shitty movies queued up on Netflix for the two of you to watch while you cuddle and binge on sweets (he bought them for you, but his sweet tooth is insatiable, so he definitely ‘helps’).

Kuroo: He’s also On It, but he can be such a shit sometimes. He just does it to make you feel better, to be honest. His teasing is always loving, he only steals snacks when he knows for sure you’re done with them, and he always makes up for making you mad with tummy rubs, store runs, and basically treating you like a queen until you feel better. His favorite form of comfort is a soothing bubble bath with a fancy bath bomb, a scented candle, soft music, and a shoulder rub. He doesn’t care about the blood–not when his baby is hurting–and after the bath he’ll sack out with you. Nap time is the best time when he’s your cuddle partner, after all.

Bokuto: He’s such a provider, but he’s a little bit extra? You want ice cream? Well, be prepared, because he doesn’t know what flavor you want, so he gets you 10. You want movies? Full-on Disney, Ghibli, and MCU marathon, depending on the mood. He just wants to be there for you and sometimes forgets how. He worries. But his warm hands are basically a built in heating pad, he gives the absolute best head massages, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to make you comfortable. Sometimes literally, and not always for the better. He really does mean well…

Ushijima: Poor child, he tries, but he’s so confused. Do you need medical attention? Are you OK? You aren’t going to hit him, are you? He does have some supplies on hand (or he’s more than willing to go get some at the store, he doesn’t care) and will make sure you’re hydrated and fed and taken care of. In the end, all he can do is hold you and try his best, but really, his snuggles are pretty rad, and he’s more than willing to do anything you ask of him, so it’s pretty alright, all things considered.

Asahi: Sweet angel hates seeing you in pain at all. He gets mountains of snacks and supplies (he gets a bit flustered with the looks he gets when he’s in the feminine hygiene section, but he pulls through just fine) and settles in for a movie marathon. He likes to hold you anyway, and if you seem to relax a bit more when he cuddles you, then even better. He wishes he could do more for you, but he knows it’s temporary, and with monthly practice, he sort of becomes a pro at making you feel better.

Tendou: They say laughter is the best medicine, right? So maybe that logic doesn’t 100% hold true with cramps, but Tendou’s absurd anime marathon he’s prepared for you definitely gets points for distracting you from the pain (honestly, where does he even find this stuff?). He’s also super attentive, and once he’s been with you for a while he often knows what you need before you can even tell him. Heating pad? Check. Chocolate? Check. You name it, he has it covered.

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Precious boys, these are so heartwarming!