Haikyuu / Psycho Pass AU

vball-baes-bball-babes:

Sentence prompt requests:

Hinata, “well this is awkward”

ukai ‘im too sober for this’

“Bite me” with Tendou please??

I’ve been in a Psycho Pass AU mood and these all felt like they worked well with the scene that popped in my head. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get enough of these drabbles together to form a linked story. This is in the same universe as my Daichi one.

The slap of water sounded all around as Tendou and Yachi raced down the darkened alley, their quarry a soaked blob somehow getting smaller despite the pace at which they were running.

“You go that way, I’ll cut him off on the other side,” Tendou shouted.

Yachi didn’t have time to consider how she hadn’t been in the field more than fifteen minutes and had already broken an important rule: don’t let your enforcer give orders.

“They’re your subordinates, you call the shots.”

She winced against the words spoken to her not even an hour ago. How was she supposed to explain this? She shook her head, picking up her pace in the direction Tendou had pointed her. Her heart thundered against her chest, trepidation and – she was loathe to admit – excitement pulsing through her veins. The rain stung her eyes, her lungs and legs burned and the suction of her rain soaked suit all worked against her forward progression but she pressed on. She could deal with the repercussions of this later. What mattered was stopping the suspect and getting him to reveal his base. Her grip tightened on the dominator in her hands; it would be just her luck to drop the thing and add to her negative tally marks.

Losing sight of the suspect, she pushed herself harder, rounding a corner in the direction she hoped he’d taken only to cannon into something, her body sprawling onto the water logged asphalt. A hiss escaped her as the uneven ground scraped her skin raw before she landed with a heavy thud. When she applied pressure to her hand to push up she let out a gasp of pain but it was the voice beneath her that drew her eyes open to meet wide brown ones.

“Gah! Are…are you ok, Yacchan?” Hinata cried out, arms flailing since he wasn’t sure he should touch her.

“Well, this is awkward,” Tendou’s voice sounded from behind them. “And that,” he continued, pointing towards the tangled pair as more of their enclave made way to assist, “is why I wear trainers despite the suit.”

Hinata glared over Yachi’s shoulder. “Bite me, monster.”

She flinched at the sharp retort but the object of Hinata’s wrath merely pushed away from the wall and yanked her off him to her feet, a smirk on his face. “Now, now, inspector, you know we dogs aren’t even allowed to bark.” Though his words were directed to the still prone Hinata, his breath on her neck made Yachi shiver. She’d not been this close to an enforcer before and though she knew she shouldn’t be, she couldn’t help feeling nervous. He let her go as soon as her balance returned and she rotated to extend assistance to Hinata but Ukai-sensei was already dragging him to his feet.

“I’m too sober for this,” he grumbled around the cigarette hanging loosely between his lips, struggling to light it against the fall of rain.

He stepped under the cover of Tsukishima’s umbrella long enough to catch the flame against the stick of tobacco. The bespectacled inspector sent his fellow blonde a look of distaste before turning his attention to Tendou. “Where’s the suspect?”

Tendou, hands thrust in his coat pockets, nodded down another alley. “Doing an impression of modern art…or a Rorschach test. Personally all that red reminds me of Valentine’s day, but then again, I’ve always had a fucked up way of looking at things.”

Tsukishima grimaced, gritting his teeth. “We needed him alive you idiot! How else are we going to find the victim now?”

A shrug. “It was that or let him get away, figured it would be better not to give him a chance to grab who knows how many more.”

“Damn dog,” Tsukishima huffed, turning on his heel. “Let’s go, leave the clean up crew to take care of that mess while we work on the now infinitely more difficult task of finding his hideout.”

They all fell in line after him, the inspectors taking refuge in their cars while the enforcers returned to the back of their truck. With a sigh, Yachi allowed her head to fall against the headrest, eyes looking out the rain streaked window. How were they going to do this with their last lead a smatter of blood and guts? The thought turned her stomach and she wondered if she’d be able to handle seeing such a sight should the day come where she had to pull the trigger.

“You ok, little bird?” Ukai’s voice made her start, water droplets flinging against his shirt when her head whipped towards the direction of his voice.

Despite her pale face and trembling body, the little inspector nodded. “Just…tired. I guess I need to spend more time on the treadmill,” she replied, rubbing the back of her head with an uneasy smile on her face.

Ukai hummed but made no further push to get her to speak. In the loosely named driver’s seat, Tsukishima eyed the recent addition to his unit and shook his head to no one in particular. How she had been tapped to become an inspector was beyond his comprehension but then his was not to wonder why; it was to do or die.

I’m actually really proud of this piece and I hope people enjoy it.

Valentine’s Kisses

karasunovolleygays:

17. height difference kisses where one person
has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes — UshiYachi

The entire time she stands next to the front door of her apartment, just
waiting for her date to press the buzzer and summon her down, Hitoka bounces on
the balls of her feet and lets her thoughts run away with her.

He’s so tall, she thinks,
wondering if she should wear bigger heels so he can at least see the top of her
head at eye level. Towering nearly forty centimeters above her in height, it’s
possible for her to walk in front of him without him even seeing her. It’s a
trait that’s held her in good stead throughout her life when she doesn’t want
to be noticed, but not this night.

No, Hitoka asserts to herself, I
want him to notice me.

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Semi!! I’m so happy he finally got some attention!! May I request Semi Eita x second year? He’s crushing on her but at the same time very adamant about pursuing her considering how close she is to Shirabu so he thinks they’re together (he doesn’t know that Shirabu is actually a family/childhood friend (⁎•̛̣̣꒶̯•̛̣̣⁎)) He’s content enough not to interfere the rs between the two and advices Shirabuto take care of her properly so Shirabu figured it out and he’s mentally groaning? Thank you!! ヽ(´▽｀)/

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

Omg I still have 5 Semi requests LEFT! AHHHHHHH lol But I love Semi, so this is an HONOR! Hehe You all know I have not (really ever) written for Shirabu… I’ve only mentioned him here and there so please give me your thoughts on how I write him here! Thank you for requesting! – Admin Satori ❤

Semi Eita:

The need to have someone of the opposite sex by their side is a feeling Semi genuinely knew he’d never had before. He’d grown up, a single child, independent, moving forward with his life without a second thought. He’d never thought of having a girlfriend, and he’d never envisioned himself ever being a married man. Companionship just wasn’t a priority for him.

Then he saw you.

And suddenly, your attention, your affection, and your companionship was all he could ever dream of having.

It wasn’t as immediate as the movies his mother watched would make it seem. Semi had only come to terms with his feelings after seeing you a number of times… With Shirabu. That little spoiled boy that had taken Semi’s places as starting setter. And, granted, while Semi’s opinions of Shirabu varied day by day, depending not the boys’ improvement or failure during practice….. You’d caused his view of his teammate to sour considerably.

Semi was jealous. Green with Envy.

But he wasn’t a coward, so he’d intentionally met with you on the sidelines of the gym after he’d tossed a ball so out of line that it’d actually stopped rolling at your feet. Coward, he was not. Nervous? When talking to a beautiful girl he knew nothing about? Most definitely.

“Ah, here you go, Semi-san. Keep up the great practice.” Words of encouragement from anyone usually set the average players’ blood boiling with excitement. But your words only had Semi swallowing his nerves and giving you a small smile. You’d never really seen Semi smile before, mostly because you’d never really had any interactions with him, but his smile was certainly a sight to see. Angelic. “Are you going to be playing in the next game?”

Semi glanced over his shoulder to see Shirabu focused on the practice game, one of the first year recruits taking Semi’s places as setter for the other team. “Would you want me to?”

The question was very odd for his first words to you, but you only smiled and nodded, “Of course! I would love to see Shirabu’s “Semi-Senpai” in action!” Semi gave you a disbelieving look, knowing for sure that Shirabu never referred to anyone as their senpai, let alone the guy he’d replaced on the team. But you only laughed quietly, “I know he can be a pain, Semi-san, but he actually admires you very much. Your a master of your trade, after all, and these practices are a way for him to analyze your techniques.”

It was wrong for you to delve into your friends personal discussions with you, but it was just as wrong for this young man to think he wasn’t a person of admiration. Semi’s face darkened just the tiniest bit, but your smile warmed as you caught the tail end of his embarrassment. He coughed to dispel the awkwardness he felt, but to also indicate the change of the subject, “So… You want me to play in the next game?”

Now it was your turn to blush, a small pink dusting your cheeks, “Well… Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” You took a second to steady yourself, deciding you had nothing to be embarrassed about. You thought Semi was cute, so you wanted to give him as much encouragement as possible. “You’ve had three years of volleyball, right?” Semi’s brown eyes met yours, and a abrupt need to kiss his lips overcame your senses, and you had to quickly break the eye contact before you made a sudden move towards him. You nodded your head towards the court, “Show me what you’re made of!” A playful challenge, but if you knew boys, and you knew Shirabu, then it was just enough to push him back into wanting to be a starting player.

Semi had felt that same urge, and had actually held on tight to the volleyball in his arms to keep himself in the present and not his fantasies. He cleared his throat and felt another smile curl his lips, a smile only meant for you, “If I play in the next game… will you cheer for me?”

Now your face warmed considerably, and Semi couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him. You just looked too cute when you got embarrassed. You whined and pushed against his chest, “Yes, Semi-san, I’ll cheer for you, now go back and play before I pass out from you being so embarrassing!”

Another chuckle, stepping backwards with your light push, “Thanks for the ball.”

Shirabu watched Semi closely as he stepped back onto the court. He’d heard your whine, seen you push his senior away. But he hadn’t been to worried – you knew how to take care of yourself, and if anything serious happened he was literally a few feet away. But now he stared intensely at Semi, daring his senior to meet his gaze, explain himself, explain the ‘butterflies in your stomach’ smile that now graced your features.

Semi stood on the opposite side of Shirabu, giving his practice team the rundown of what they did wrong in the last set. But as soon as he turned around to watch Reon serve the ball to his team, he was met with Shirabu’s unimpressed brown eyes boring into his own. Semi raised an eyebrow at his kouhai, his his neutral expression melted into one of irritation – the green monster inside him making an appearance. “You better be taking care of _________-san. She might not want such a young boy to be receiving her affections.”

The younger boys expression immediately deteriorated into one of chagrin. If you wanted to date his senior, that was up to you, but the idea of him having any sort of affection further than platonic with you was almost sickening. Shirabu thought of you as his sister, his little naive sister. “You’re a pervert, Semi-san…. Dating little girls is considered a crime.”

A smirk from Shirabu had Semi’s face heating with indignation – but he didn’t have time to verbally act on his feelings before Reon let loose his cannon of a serve, and suddenly both sides of the court were in mayhem.

They are too funny! I thought you did well with Shirabu too!

Haikyuu / Psycho Pass AU

Sentence prompt requests:

Hinata, “well this is awkward”

ukai ‘im too sober for this’

“Bite me” with Tendou please??

I’ve been in a Psycho Pass AU mood and these all felt like they worked well with the scene that popped in my head. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get enough of these drabbles together to form a linked story. This is in the same universe as my Daichi one.

The slap of water sounded all around as Tendou and Yachi raced down the darkened alley, their quarry a soaked blob somehow getting smaller despite the pace at which they were running.

“You go that way, I’ll cut him off on the other side,” Tendou shouted.

Yachi didn’t have time to consider how she hadn’t been in the field more than fifteen minutes and had already broken an important rule: don’t let your enforcer give orders.

“They’re your subordinates, you call the shots.”

She winced against the words spoken to her not even an hour ago. How was she supposed to explain this? She shook her head, picking up her pace in the direction Tendou had pointed her. Her heart thundered against her chest, trepidation and – she was loathe to admit – excitement pulsing through her veins. The rain stung her eyes, her lungs and legs burned and the suction of her rain soaked suit all worked against her forward progression but she pressed on. She could deal with the repercussions of this later. What mattered was stopping the suspect and getting him to reveal his base. Her grip tightened on the dominator in her hands; it would be just her luck to drop the thing and add to her negative tally marks.

Losing sight of the suspect, she pushed herself harder, rounding a corner in the direction she hoped he’d taken only to cannon into something, her body sprawling onto the water logged asphalt. A hiss escaped her as the uneven ground scraped her skin raw before she landed with a heavy thud. When she applied pressure to her hand to push up she let out a gasp of pain but it was the voice beneath her that drew her eyes open to meet wide brown ones.

“Gah! Are…are you ok, Yacchan?” Hinata cried out, arms flailing since he wasn’t sure he should touch her.

“Well, this is awkward,” Tendou’s voice sounded from behind them. “And that,” he continued, pointing towards the tangled pair as more of their enclave made way to assist, “is why I wear trainers despite the suit.”

Hinata glared over Yachi’s shoulder. “Bite me, monster.”

She flinched at the sharp retort but the object of Hinata’s wrath merely pushed away from the wall and yanked her off him to her feet, a smirk on his face. “Now, now, inspector, you know we dogs aren’t even allowed to bark.” Though his words were directed to the still prone Hinata, his breath on her neck made Yachi shiver. She’d not been this close to an enforcer before and though she knew she shouldn’t be, she couldn’t help feeling nervous. He let her go as soon as her balance returned and she rotated to extend assistance to Hinata but Ukai-sensei was already dragging him to his feet.

“I’m too sober for this,” he grumbled around the cigarette hanging loosely between his lips, struggling to light it against the fall of rain.

He stepped under the cover of Tsukishima’s umbrella long enough to catch the flame against the stick of tobacco. The bespectacled inspector sent his fellow blonde a look of distaste before turning his attention to Tendou. “Where’s the suspect?”

Tendou, hands thrust in his coat pockets, nodded down another alley. “Doing an impression of modern art…or a Rorschach test. Personally all that red reminds me of Valentine’s day, but then again, I’ve always had a fucked up way of looking at things.”

Tsukishima grimaced, gritting his teeth. “We needed him alive you idiot! How else are we going to find the victim now?”

A shrug. “It was that or let him get away, figured it would be better not to give him a chance to grab who knows how many more.”

“Damn dog,” Tsukishima huffed, turning on his heel. “Let’s go, leave the clean up crew to take care of that mess while we work on the now infinitely more difficult task of finding his hideout.”

They all fell in line after him, the inspectors taking refuge in their cars while the enforcers returned to the back of their truck. With a sigh, Yachi allowed her head to fall against the headrest, eyes looking out the rain streaked window. How were they going to do this with their last lead a smatter of blood and guts? The thought turned her stomach and she wondered if she’d be able to handle seeing such a sight should the day come where she had to pull the trigger.

“You ok, little bird?” Ukai’s voice made her start, water droplets flinging against his shirt when her head whipped towards the direction of his voice.

Despite her pale face and trembling body, the little inspector nodded. “Just…tired. I guess I need to spend more time on the treadmill,” she replied, rubbing the back of her head with an uneasy smile on her face.

Ukai hummed but made no further push to get her to speak. In the loosely named driver’s seat, Tsukishima eyed the recent addition to his unit and shook his head to no one in particular. How she had been tapped to become an inspector was beyond his comprehension but then his was not to wonder why; it was to do or die.

Sawamura Daichi – Lost Cause (Psycho-Pass AU)

Sentence prompt requests:

Daichi please with “Well. Say something. Yell. Anything .”

Please, some Daichi with the prompt “Not again. I’m not losing you again.” Thank you very much! Keep up the good work and good luck with March Madness!

I felt like these would go well together so I hope you guys don’t mind a combo! Also, this is in a Psycho Pass AU because that’s what popped in my head. If you’re unfamiliar that anime, I highly recommend it. Enjoy!

Looking at the clock, Daichi drew a deep breath. They’d be here any minute. Suddenly his tie felt too tight but he willed himself to let it be. It wouldn’t do to show nerves; not that he ever really should but especially here. Still, he was unable to keep himself from pacing slowly back and forth, the click of his patent leather shoes echoing in the almost empty room. Its door opened, drawing his attention to the bleed of bright hall light momentarily stinging his eyes before it slammed to again shutting him in with who he’d been waiting for.

After a moment he said, rather lamely, “So you made it ok,” blinking to dispel the white spots floating in his vision.

Silence returned as she leaned against the wall in shadow; he couldn’t even tell if she was looking at him. Not that he could blame her if she wasn’t.

“I wanted to pick you up myself but, well,” he shrugged, “duties didn’t permit.”

More silence. His tie felt too tight again but he ignored it in favor of taking a seat at the small table between them, gesturing towards the opposite chair in invitation to join him.

She ignored it.

Ignored him.

The room felt heavy, the weight of a thousand words, a million, that he wanted to say but couldn’t. Not here anyway, though he doubted she would hear them even if he tried. Still, knowing they wouldn’t get anywhere like this Daichi said, “Well, say something. Yell. Anything.”

An intake of breath and then, “Sorry, I left my copy of ‘How to Talk to Backstabbing Bastards for Dummies’ in my cell.” She stepped forward, eyes shining hard with hate despite the low light.

Daichi took a quiet deep breath through his nose and though it was difficult staring at the wish of death in her eyes managed to produce what he hoped was a disarming smile. “Seems like you’re doing just fine without it.”

The mirthless smirk fell from her lips. “Don’t be coy, Sawamura.” She spat his name out like a bad taste in her mouth.

His own lips fell back, setting in a grim line. “It doesn’t have to be like this you know. Now that you’re here, we’ll be working together-“

“If you think for one second I’m raising even a pinkyfinger for this fucking tyranny-“

“It’s reality!” he snapped, slamming his fists on the table as he stood to meet her glare head on. “This is the best of a fucked up situation and you know it. Shit, when are you gonna realize I did what I did to save your life?”

“Save my life? You ruined it! You and your rose colored glasses, more like blinders!”

“And if I hadn’t made a move you would have ended up dead!”

“Better that than betrayed by the one person I loved in this god forsaken world!”

Daichi took a deep breath, collapsing in his seat. “You don’t mean that,” he said softly.

“Stop assuming you know anything about me at all!” She turned on her heel, banging against the door and shouting, “We’re done here! Take me back!”

Daichi surged forward, yanking her aside and pushing her against the wall. Her eyes never wavered, boring up into his own. “You have no idea what I had to pull to get you out. Not just out but here with me, with my team!”

A sneer over took her face, harsh and ugly. “Fuck you and your team! I’m not going to be a bitch of the P.S.B.-“

“Not again!” His outburst shocked her to silence. He tightened his hold, but lowered his voice as he said, “I’m not losing you again.”

She pushed against his chest, crying out, “You didn’t lose me, you gave me up!”

Despite their strength differences, Daichi stepped back, but it was too late, the damage was done. Her scent lingered in his nose, light and airy, almost like citrus. It’d been so long since he’d even seen her let alone touched or smelled her and now…now his lips burned to taste her too.

She’d probably snap his neck if he tried.

Sighing he took another step back. “Just, take a look. See what your options are,” he said, eyes imploring. “What have you got left to lose?”

“Oh nothing much, I guess. My principles, my morals, my pride.”

“Please,” he said, at a loss at what else to say.

1. “Oh my God. You’re in love with her.” + kurooyachi please :3

sushiwrites:

Don’t hate me anon! I’m sorry this took forever and a day. Here is a quick Coffee Shop AU for them!

She
comes in every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Usually after the
dinner rush has left, when the cafe is at it’s quietest, she orders a
caramel latte and goes to sit in the corner. When she is not typing
away on her laptop, she is pouring over a textbook, taking meticulous
notes each time.

Kuroo
would know. He’s been watching her for a while. Yachi Hitoka. It’s
the name she gave him to put on her order. And he always makes her
order. The first time she came to the cafe, she looked sad,
depressed, at what, Kuroo didn’t know. So, when she smiled right
after taking a sip of his drink, it caught him off guard. From then
on, he tried to make her smile all the time with all of his drinks.

“Dude,
why don’t you just leave your phone number on her drink?” Bokuto
asked, wiping down the counter. “Or on her receipt? Leave like a
message or something?”

Kuroo
frowned, sure that was what he would usually do when a pretty girl
came into the cafe, but it didn’t feel right to do that with her.
“Nah, I don’t think the usual would work on her, you know? She’s
different.”

Bokuto’s
eye’s widened, a huge silly grin took over his face as he said
loudly, “Oh my God! You’re in love with her!” Kuroo immediately
covered Bokuto’s mouth with his hands, and looked around. Yachi had
turned her head in the direction of the commotion. When she met his
eyes, she smiled and gave him a little wave before returning back to
the book she was reading. Kuroo quickly

“Can
you be a little subtle?” Kuroo hissed, releasing his hold on him.
Bokuto made a show of gasping for air and playfully stuck his tongue
out. “And how can I be in love with her? I barely have spoken to
her, other than taking her order and the weather.”

Bokuto
tilted his head, “Then why don’t you go and talk to her? It’s
better than you just creepily staring at her every time she comes
in.”

“I’m
not creepy!” Kuroo insisted, a bit offended by the remark.

“Yeah
man. Just go up and start talking to her. No big deal. I’ll cover for
ya. We’re slow anyway,” he offered, pushing Kuroo away from the
counter. “You can start by actually telling her your name.”

Kuroo
stared at Bokuto, not sure that if he is actually a genius or super
simple minded. Either way, after Bokuto gave him an encouraging
thumbs up, he made his way towards her table, acting as casual as he
could. He tried thinking of conversation topics that he could start
out with. Maybe asking her what she was studying? Or talking about
her outfit? (Though that might be a bit creepy at first). Glancing
down at the book she was reading, he saw that it wasn’t even near to
being a textbook this time. It was a manga.

“Um,
I’ve read that one before,” he said, trying to keep his voice
steady. Yachi flinched violently from being surprised. Kuroo thought
for a moment that he already messed up his chances with her before he
even got the chance to introduce himself. However, when she saw it
was him, she calmed down and returned to normal.

“Oh,
really?” she smiled. “A friend recommended it to me, and I ended
up buying the first two volumes. It’s really funny.”

She
motioned to the seat across from her, inviting him to sit down.
Kuroo let out a sigh of relief as he took the open invitation. “So
you read manga too, huh? I always see you coming here with work to
do.” He thought that it sounded like he was stalking her, and
prayed that she didn’t think that as well, but when she giggled, he
felt calmer.

“Well,
I’m usually swamped with school work, but this week not so much,”
she said shyly. Covering her face a bit with her book. “I always
come here, so it felt weird to not come. Plus, I really like the way
you make my latte. It’s the best.”

He
blushed, adverting his eyes away from her for only a second.
Scratching the back of his head he said, “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou, by the
way. I know your name from taking your orders, but I wasn’t sure if
you knew mine.”

It
was easy to talk to her. The conversation flowed naturally without
any moments of silences. Topics ranged from mangas that they both
have read, the best way to cook noodles. to the fact that they both
go to the same university. He decided that he liked the sound of her
voice when she said other words than “a tall, caramel, latte,
please. Even more, he liked the sound of her laughter, and vowed
silently to try and get her to laugh more often. It seemed like time
was going slow for them, and yet it went by fast, since before Kuroo
knew it, an hour had passed by.

The
chime to the door rang, and in came another couple of customers. For
the first time since he sat down, he checked on how Bokuto was doing.
There was a small line forming, and by the looks of it, Bokuto was
struggling to keep up.

“Well,
duty calls,” he sighed, getting up from the chair. When he glanced
over at Yachi again, she was frowning, giving an almost pouting
expression. It was cute, and he felt the same way. If he could he
would rather stay here and just talk to her more. Kuroo felt a bit
more confident, and said, “You know, my shift ends in an hour. Can
I walk you home?”

She
perked up, and with a blushing face gave him her most happiest of
smiles,“Yeah, I’d like that.”

I really hope I didn’t write them too OOC. I just like to imagine nervous tol Kuroo fall head over heels with smol equally flustered Yachi.

Penalty Game!

otomiya-tickles:

A/N: Omg I loooove Yachi rarepairs and I really couldn’t choose but in the end I am more drawn towards Kuroyachi because omfifui;g.iushig. Do I need to tell you why? Just look a them. So yes, here’s some Kuroyachi tickle fluff, I hope you like iiit!

Summary: Karasuno plays a game against Fukurodani, the deciding match in their tournament with Nekoma in which the winning team will decide the penalty for the losers. Yachi is dead nervous about this, and when he notices, Kuroo teases here with sweet tickles as they share a loving moment together. They have started dating a while back after all<3

Word Count: 1590

“Alright! Karasuno vs Fukurodani, 2nd set, go!”
The whistle sounded through the gymnasium and Yachi just returned to her safe
spot for the audience above the court, after providing the boys with drinks and towels during their short break. She clamped the railing and watching the
game in excitement. The tension. The tension!

Karasuno had gotten together with their
Tokyo Power School friends Nekoma and Fukurodani for a friendly tournament
as a closure of this school year.

Before that, they had a three-day training camp
leading up to this: the deciding tournament in which the winning team could
subject the losing team to the so called Japanese Batsu Game, or also referred to as
Penalty Game. This involved the managers too, so Yachi was dying from nervosity
up here.

What if Karasuno would lose? They had already lost one set. She didn’t want to do
anything embarrassing, and since it was Fukurodani and Nekoma, either one would
probably come up with the most evil penalty game ever. An embarrassing dance? Maybe sing an embarrassing song? Nooo. Not that. Not in front of –

“Heh, nervous sweetie?” Yachi’s face
immediately exploded upon hearing her boyfriend’s voice, and she looked up to
see Kuroo joining her.

“Ah y-y-yes,” she squeaked, and her inner
Yachi immediately scolded her for being this tense towards her boyfriend of
three months. To her it was still unreal that she had started dating Nekoma’s
captain, and with him living in Tokyo they couldn’t see each other that
much.

Kuroo stood next to her and leaned over the railing,
and Yachi blushed when she noticed he chose to stand with her rather than his
teammates who were gathered down on the side of the court, still drinking and resting from their
game while they glanced at Karasuno and Fukurodani’s match.

“Well, of course if we claim victory, we
won’t go easy on you guys with the penalty game,” Kuroo sang, and he
gulped when Yachi immediately looked as if she was dying.

“Just kidding just kidding! I mean -” Kuroo
waved his hands in front of his flustered girlfriend, but she was already
shaking because of the nerves.

“R-relax baby!” Kuroo placed both hands on
her sides to stop her from her frantic shaking, but this caused her to jolt and
squeak before she collapsed against him.

“Eh?” Kuroo blushed and squeezed her sides a
little to help her keep her balance, but Yachi reacted even more and only when
giggles poured from her mouth, Kuroo grinned. Ahhh…

“Oh! Ticklish? Hehe isn’t that fortunate?”
he chuckled, and he squeezed her sides some more, making her squeal and
struggle in his grip.

“N-no dooon’t!” Yachi kicked and struggled
involuntarily. Tickling just did that to her body, but Kuroo didn’t seem to
mind. She managed to turn in his hold and wrapped her arms around the railing,
leaning over it as if she was ready to leap off in a desperate attempt to escape.

“What are you doing? You’ll fall!” Kuroo said, still in his playful teasy voice, and he grabbed her sides right where her shirt had moved up, and he pulled her back down again, wiggling his fingers ticklishly at the same time.

“KYAhaha! S-stop Kuroo-kun hehe!” Yachi squealed as her bare sides were being tickled now.

“Don’t move, it’ll be okay,” Kuroo told his thrashing girlfriend teasingly as if he wasn’t torturing her with tickles right now.

Down on the court, the Karasuno
players looked up at their manager who was laughing her head off.

Not being able to see Kuroo’s hands that took control
over her body by tickling her sides mercilessly, they cocked their heads in
confusion. Asahi was just about to serve when he looked up as well.

“Yacchan, she’s laughing at us,” he mumbled.

“Probably despair,” Tsukishima commented
dryly.

“I bet Kuroo’s telling her the horrible penalty they have planned for us,” Tanaka grunted, but Noya jumped up and yelled:

“As if we’re gonna lose!”

“That’s right! Don’t worry Yachi! We won’t lose!” Hinata
yelled as well, and they continued the game and the noises of the game were back to exceeding Yachi’s pleas.

Yachi blushed like crazy and continued to laugh as she tried to jump
away from her teasy boyfriend, but he gripped her sides and kept her in place.
She gasped when his fingers wiggled towards her front, running across her tummy
and slipping underneath her shirt.

“UWahah it t-ticklehehes! Stooohohop!”
Yachi squeaked, but Kuroo only chuckled and continued his attack on her.

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So cute!!!

Wild fangirl appears Uses attack ‘Do you have any KuroYachi headcanons?😏’

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I will admit, I have been converted because of those two comics of them, and the great tag we have of them, so:

Study bugs study together. They even exchange color coding tips. Kuroo has a great system for science, especially for biology and chemistry diagrams. Yachi excels in highlighting critical points for English and literature

Yachi shows Kuroo her notes for managing the volleyball team, and Kuroo starts using some of the charts and stuff

Yachi used to be really intimidated by Kuroo’s smirk and, you know, their 38 cm height difference. But once Kuroo realizes how intimidating he is to Yachi, he tries really hard—poor guy—to be not intimidating anymore

he slouches slightly when he’s speaking to Yachi, not so much that he towers over her, but so that he leans slightly closer to her to listen to her speak. he smiles, genuinely when he sees her, gives her a little wave before trying to speak to her

Kuroo treats Yachi like a princess, as in he picks her up and twirls her around. Then hugging her close, he nuzzles their noses together while Yachi is still giggling

He lets her try to draw a portrait of him one time, because she was studying the way his hair works. He has the sketch kept in his drawer, along with all the other doodles she’s drawn while she’s visiting him

Kuroo showing Yachi around in Tokyo. They go to modern art and design museums. Kuroo listens really intently to everything Yachi says, and he gives really perceptive and intelligent comments

then they go to a science museum and Yachi listens to Kuroo nerd out

He keeps her close when they’re on the train, his hand on Yachi’s back as he pulls her to him so she doesn’t start freaking out

Yachi and Kuroo taking the CUTEST, purest selfies together. Kuroo has the biggest, cutest grin in all of them and Yachi always gushes about his smile when they look over the photos.

Sometimes Kuroo snorts and remarks that he looks kinda stupid but Yachi immediately tells him that he doesn’t, then leans over and gives him a kiss

They also go to take sticker photos together and use all the cat stickers.

Kuroo always makes sure he has a bag of fugashi at his place when she visits

Yachi’s mom immediately falls in love with Kuroo the first time he goes over for dinner. Because let’s face it. Kuroo is a sweetheart. and he’s great with adults. the absolute best boyfriend to bring home.

Yachi’s started cooking for herself and her mom from an early age, so when Kuroo comes over for the first time, she prepares dinner: mackerel pike

The next few times he comes over, he always come like half an hour earlier than they agreed so he can help Yachi cook

Recognized Pt. 3

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(Surprises)

Heat pulsed through your body as you forced your legs to move towards a polished marble table.

You palm the edge, but freeze when you feel a hand fumbling with the hem of your dress. Kou tosses it over your lower half and squeezes your bare ass.

“I’m afraid you’re a little too dressed.”

Kou’s lips graze your jaw as he roughly bunches up your dress up around your chest haphazardly.
Your bra’s off-kilter and now cutting into your shoulder. But you don’t care. All you’re focused on is one hand grazing up your right thigh. He’s a fucking tease.

You feel him stop for a split second. You feel every one of his fingers grip into your flesh just below where you need him. Your whole body feels electric. Suddenly, a smack lands on your ass. You let out a quick shriek and hear him grunt behind you.

He’s such. A. Fucking. Tease.

“You’ll address me only when I tell you to, understand?”

He takes off his tie that was hanging loosely down his chest. Then, he reaches to grab your hands and tie them together to sit just above your ass. The man has a good handle on knots, as you’re left helpless.

“Do you understand, slut?”

His lilting tone when he called you “princess” was gone. You nod slightly.

“Oh, that’s not good enough …” He bites just above your right collarbone.

“You asked for me to not hold back … So that means you play by my rules. So, I’ll ask one more time. Do you understand?”

The arm around your waist makes its way to your breasts … his palms enveloping one entirely and rolling a nipple between his fingers.

“Yes Kou. I understand.” Your voice is a lot less clear than you thought … coming out as more of a whimper. You feel him smile against your neck.

“Good.”

That’s when you hear a snap, your bra making its way to the floor. Then a zipper, your pesky dress shucked off for a split second before you’re face down on the table … Your nipples graze the surface as Kou tugs your hips back once – yanking your panties down. Twice – pulling his slacks down to free his cock from his boxers.

And a third time, his thickness against your folds has you keening for him before he’s even inside you.

Your breath is knocked from your lungs as you feel him stretch you all at once. His thighs press hard against your ass as he freezes, taking in just how tight you are.

You fought back the need to move your hips; but when Kou pulled out of you almost completely … Your desperation became all the more apparent.

“Please, Daddy.” The namesake flew out without a thought.

Suddenly, his dick is thrust back inside you harder than before …the slapping noises of skin on skin echoing off the tall ceilings. Sound can barely escape your throat as he hits the deepest parts of you. Then he thrusts again, his hand digging into your hair. And again, he pulls, yanking your head off the table.

You can hear him fight back a moan from deep within his chest, and you find yourself straining your arms against his silk tie. Kou has finally lost control, and by how heated your whole body had become… you were more than happy to feel his cock inside you, hear his deep baritone in your ear and god, did you want to touch him.

“The slut’s so good for Daddy … Fuck, she’s dripping for him.”

One of his hands that were both locked around your waist drops to play with your clit, making you even more needy.

“I’m gonna cum, Daddy. I can’t wait.”

“Not until I say so. Is the slut going to ask nicely?”

“Please …”

“Good girl.” But instead of continuing his ministrations, his right hand grasps your tied wrists and lifts you off the table in one go. You can feel your juices run down your thighs as you stand.

Soon, you’re flipped over his shoulder as he strides towards the bedroom. He makes you feel like you weigh nothing. He tosses you on the bed and you spread your legs, hoping he’ll get right to fucking you again. And thankfully, with how hard he is, he can’t wait either.

He climbs over your form, outstanding amounts of muscles hovering over you. You can see his chest heaving as he leans down to kiss you. But with your hands still tied, you still couldn’t touch. You arch your chest into the kiss, trying again to free yourself. He laughs quietly, untying you.

Your hands immediately try to pull him closer to you, your fingers ghosting down his chest. He lets you stroke his cock, still hard and throbbing with his lust to be inside you again. He groans, pinning your wrists to the bed himself.

“I want to see your face when you come for Daddy…”

He tosses a leg over his shoulder, realigns himself and slams inside you. You let out a soft scream, your mouth open but no sound coming out. You’re so so close. And with his cock grazing your most sensitive spot, you’re chasing your release with reckless abandon.

He seems to pick up on your desperation, picking up the speed. Your moans and gasps turning into repeated shrieks of his name, pressure reaching its peak.

Relief hits you as Kou angles his hips upwards with a particularly powerful thrust.

“Fuck yes, cum for Daddy, princess.”

You feel yourself tighten around him, your body awash in starlight and overwhelmed by the musky scent of him and you together.

You had no idea he’d finished, but when he slowly falls against you.

You felt a rush of pride as soreness in your hips set in. His salt and pepper hair tickles your breasts as he comes down from his high.

“Well, tonight ended a little differently than I thought.” You say after a minute of catching your breath.

You can feel him smile against your skin, and he raises his head to look you in the eyes.

“Ended pretty well, I’d say.”

“Well, of course.” You giggle and look at the clock on the side table, “Holy shit it’s 5 in the morning.”

“Get some rest, babe.” His arms wrap around your waist as he lays next to you.

“I’m even better in the morning.”

You find yourself waking up with a start as your phone vibrates. You read and reply to your friends, wanting to know “each and every detail of his penis” as you get up to use the bathroom. Then, you see his wallet on the marble table.

Curious, you open it. The black card he tossed at the front desk assistant apparently wasn’t Kou’s only account. Four other bank cards with “Platinum” “Star” and “Executive” stamped on them stuck out of the wallet’s pockets. You let out a small gasp when you pull out a thinner gold card.

It reads “Bokuto Koutaro: Chief Executive Officer of Pointe Entertainments” with four different numbers and even the company email.

Turns out he was the kinky CEO he was on stage. 😉

I don’t think I ever reblogged the conclusion for this!

Can I request scenario where Iwaizumi is dating the most popular girl in the school but no one know about them since they didn’t want the fans to bother their partner and one day she decided to watch him practice since she has no club that day but everyone keep mistaking that she’s there for Oikawa much to Iwaizumi annoyance?

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Hehehe I imagine if I’m there for Iwaizumi… and Oikawa’s girls are giving me trouble, that I wouldn’t have to wait for Iwa to give them the business lol I’d just sass em up right then and there! Lol Thanks for requesting! – Admin Satori ❤

Iwaizumi Hajime:

You hissed at how cold the material of the bleachers were under your bare legs, your skirt just a little too short to properly save you from the bite of it. Though, the suddenness of the temperature passed without another thought, and you rested your hands on your lap as your eyes watched the boys on the court before you. Each powerful in their own respect, each able to lift much more than just your weight, each being quick in their reactions given the moment a ball flew onto their side of the court. Just watching from the sidelines filled you with determination to be just as great in your own club activities.

Only, that was the only reason you were able to witness the procession of this club – yours had been cancelled for the day.

Biting your bottom lip, you sat up a little straighter as your eyes caught a specific head of spiky brown hair as they strolled in from outside – donning their teal practice uniform with a green colored practice jersey – a large white 1 printed on the front and back. For only a moment, you wondered why he’d always choose the number 1 practice jersey when he was technically number 4 on the official court – but that question came and went as his dark green eyes flickered up to the bleachers and met your eyes.

Before you could wave at him, though, you felt a presence take their seat beside you, behind you, around you. Your back straightened just a little more – you were being stared at intensely. Gulping down your brief fear, you turned your attention to the presence next to you, “Oh, good afternoon, Sayori!” You smiled sweetly at the girl beside you, a ‘good’ friend of yours from your class.

“Ah, Good afternoon, ______-san!” Sayori smiled widely at you, then her eyes were on the boys on the court, “Were you hoping for Oikawa-san to have a few minutes to talk to you?”

“Going to give Oikawa-san a cute ‘good luck’ kiss before practice?” Yuri asked from behind you, prompting you to turn your head to see her properly, your eyes wide at her forwardness.

You felt a blush dust your cheeks, “Ah… N-no!” It wasn’t Oikawa that you wanted to give a ‘good luck’ kiss to.

Marai tsked at your blush, “No, no, no, _______-san! We have to make sure your love with Oikawa-san stays true and perfect! Think of us as your little Cherubs of love!” You wanted to deny any sort of attraction to Oikawa – you’d seen too much to know exactly why he wasn’t your type, but the girls weren’t going to hear it! They didn’t even give you the chance to deny their claims before they were pulling you down the stairs of the bleachers.

“Oikawa-san!” Sayori cooed happily from the sidelines, waving her arms excitedly to get the Captain’s attention.

Oikawa tried to ignore the girl, puffing his cheeks out in a pout as he turned so his back was to the group of girls. He hadn’t seen you amongst the group, “Oh? Aren’t you going to answer them, Captain?” Matsukawa inquired as he took a mouthful from his water bottle, Hanamaki raising his eyebrow curiously as he rubbed his face with his towel.

But the captain only snorted and shook his head, “I have no time for little girls like that.” Oikawa turned his attention to his teammates, “We have a lot of work to do to be able to win our tournament next week! I’m not going to be distracted by a bunch of cute-“

“Oikawa-san! We have your girlfriend!” Marai called with a wide smile, causing the Captain to turn to the group of girls with a confused face. Girlfriend? This was news to him! Matsukawa laughed at how easy it was to gain their Captain’s attention, but his laughter soon died as Hanamaki directed his best friend’s gaze at the group of girls. But this only made Matsukawa snicker as he caught a glimpse of your pink face.

The captain trotted over to the group of girls, “Ladies, Ladies! You have to leave me alone while I practice! How can I be the Grand King of Seijoh if you won’t let me do my work here?” Oikawa pouted at the girls, his brown eyes scanning each of their faces before he landed on yours. His eyebrows furrowed as everything suddenly clicked. “Oh? ________-chan? What’re you doing here?”

Before you could answer, Sayori giggled and pushed you towards Oikawa, making you trip over your own feet and fall forward. Oikawa was quick to grab you – knowing the repercussions to his health your falling would cause! “She came to see her boyfriend! Go on, ______-san! Give him a good luck kiss!”

Then lips were pressed against yours, and you went to push at the assailants chest to get away when you tasted their familiarity. You hummed happily and wrapped your arms around their neck. “_-______-san!” Gasps of shock, the titter of quiet whispers, raising questions to themselves about everything they thought they knew about the two most popular people in their small, shallow world.

You gasped as your assailant pulled from the kiss, giving you a shark of a smile before leaning down and pressing his lips against your nose, “Hajime!” You giggled, leaning up and pressing your lips against his once more.

“My, my, Iwa-chan! No need to assert your dominance! I wasn’t going to touch, _____chan!” Oikawa smiled proudly at his best friend’s confidence – it was just a few days ago that the two of you were worried about coming out as a couple! And now the two of you had already graduated to public affection? It brought a swell of pride to Oikawa’s chest!

Iwaizumi waved off his best friend, his lips still pressed against yours, a smile on his lips as you giggled in his arms. You hummed happily and pulled away from the kiss, your cheeks flush with your embarrassment of such a display, but also from your breathlessness of being kissed so passionately! Then you remembered the audience you’d been entertaining before your boyfriend had stolen your attention, your affection. The girls stared at you with wide eyes – dumbfounded that you were actually dating the ace of the team rather than the captain! It was unheard of in their small worlds! Popular Queens ended up with Popular Kings! That’s how the equation worked! But you held your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, gasping out a laugh when he placed hungry open mouthed kisses to your neck, “Hajime!” You squirmed in his arms, now pushing against his chest and giving him a playfully disapproving look. “Go practice before I steal you away!” You swatted at his butt, making the ace jump a foot in the air but for his hungry expression to come back full force.

“Is that a promise?” You scoffed and pushed against his broad shoulders, “Okay, okay!” Iwaizumi gave up on making his point to your ‘friends’. You were his girl. Not Oikawas. Not anyone else’s! His and his alone.

Your smile was dreamy as you watched him trot back over to his teammates, Matsukawa slapping him on the back, Hanamaki making a comment that brought a wide smile to Iwaiumi’s face. Then Oikawa made a playfully snide remark, and Matsukawa grabbed at Iwaizumi’s arm before he could go fight the captain. “You see, ladies….” The girls turned their attention to you, but you only had eyes for Iwaizumi, “Why have a king when you can have a knight?”

I feel like this wasn’t my best work… but it’s the best I could do for today 😦 Hope you all don’t mind!

What do you mean? This was super fun and great! I love confident Iwa-chan surrounded by supportive bros!