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

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

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!!

Feel Better – Iwa-chan

For my friend Admin Iwa-chan over at @aaaghkaashi who has been under the weather too long and I want to feel better! – Jade

Iwaizumi walks into the bedroom and looks at your form, tossing and turning thanks to an inability to breath through both nostrils. He sighs, frustrated on your behalf that this damn – whatever it is – won’t just quit.

He continues forward, kneels over you and presses his forehead to yours. You’re still warmer than he’d like. “How are you feeling?” he asks.

You shrug, leaning as his hand caresses your cheek. You miss his kisses but insist on no lip action in the hopes that he won’t catch this dreadful cold.

“Still out of it,” you admit with a wistful smile.

He frowns, plants a peck to your forehead. “I’ll get you some soup.”

He returns ten minutes later with a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup – his mother sent it homemade when she heard you were ill – and sets it on the dresser.

After helping you lean up and putting pillows at your back he sets up a tray over your lap and places the bowl on it.

You glance around with half closed eyes. “Where’s my phone?” you ask looking up at him.

He gives you an annoyed look, but it’s not for you. “It wouldn’t stop going off since Jade, Chi and Trashykawa kept sending you stuff. And,” now the look turns affectionately stern, “you kept pushing yourself to write when you need to rest.”

You open your mouth to protest but he speaks over you, “Don’t worry, I answered the texts and queued up some of your old work.”

You blink in surprise. “Thanks.”

He shrugs. “Who else is gonna take care of you?”

You smile, crook your finger to come closer. He does, his handsome face inches from yours. Gently you turn his head and kiss his cheek. “Love you too,” you whisper.

He blushes then stands up, points to the food. “Eat your soup before it gets cold.”

Valentine’s Kisses

karasunovolleygays:

10. staring at the other’s lips, trying not
to kiss them, before giving in — IwaKiyo

Every day, Kiyoko sees him on the bus, and she’s pretty sure he doesn’t
even know she exists. Though they had gone to different high schools, their
homes seem to be relatively close together because of their respective stops,
and Kiyoko’s brand new job lands her just a block away from Iwaizumi Hajime’s
college campus.

She doubts he ever noticed her during the repeated battles between Karasuno
and Aobajousai, but it had been hard not
to notice him. He carried himself with confidence she had envied, commanded
respect from everyone on either side of the net, and had a ruggedly beautiful
physique that he seemed not to notice.

So she had nursed a little crush a while back. That was then, this is
now.

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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?

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

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!

Can this be NSFW? Noya, Iwazumi and Tendou realize thier s/o have a biting kink? And thier s/o is super embarassed about it.

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This is a GOOD ASK, nonny. I had fun with this one! Hope you enjoy 🙂

~Admin Alyx

Noya:

Noya pounded into you, soft grunts escaping him with each thrust. He was always a tiger in bed, but after a win he was downright primal, insatiable, and you loved it. He gripped your hand, pressing it into the sheets. His face contorted in pleasure, his mouth hanging open.

“Shit, ____. So good,” he moaned.

You could tell he was close as his rhythm began to stutter, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him close. He dropped his head to your shoulder with a low groan.

“Fuck, babe. Not gonna last. Can’t–”

You rolled your hips in tandem with his, letting him sink deeper with each staccato thrust. He turned his face into your neck, sinking his teeth into your neck to keep himself quiet.

The sudden, sharp pain shocked a gasp from your lips, trailing into a high-pitched whimper; the sensation shooting through you combined with Noya’s brutal rhythm was enough to drive you over the edge, your legs clamping around his hips, back arching off the bed as you came so hard you saw stars.

It took only a few more rough thrusts before Noya found his release as well, biting down hard as he spilled himself into the condom.

It took several moments for both of you to catch your breath, but then Noya was lifting his head with a grin, tracing the bruise blossoming on your neck with a gentle touch.

“You liked that,” he said. “Kinky, ____.”

You spluttered, your cheeks flushing red as you remembered the sounds that had come from your mouth.

“I–I mean–” you stammered, scrambling for excuses but coming up empty. Noya silenced you with a kiss, hands coming up to cup your cheeks.

“Shh,” he said with a bright grin. “It’s hot. Don’t be embarrassed, ‘kay?”

You nodded, reassured by his words, even though your blush refused to recede.

Iwaizumi:

You smiled when you heard the keys in the door signalling that Iwaizumi was home. You called out a “Welcome home” once you heard the door open, but he was unusually quiet. You heard him trudge over, and then he slumped over the back of the sofa where you were sitting, wrapping his arms around your neck.

“Aww, babe,” you said, your hand reaching up to stroke through his hair. “Rough day?”

He let out a noncommittal grunt, nuzzling against your neck. His breath tickled against your skin as he let out a deep sigh. Then, with a low hum almost like a growl, the energy surrounding him changed, and he switched from soft nuzzles to open-mouthed kisses against your neck.

“Need you,” he said, his voice low and rough. The urge to lean into his touch and let him take what he needed was overwhelming, but–your computer still sat in your lap, a reminder of the amount of work you had to do.

“Hajime, I’m working,” you protested.

“Please,” he said, breath hot against your neck. He took your earlobe between his teeth, giving it a sharp tug.

You froze, your breath hitching in your chest. Iwaizumi picked up on your reaction like a dog on the scent. You could feel his grin against your neck as he nosed at the tender skin there, letting out a slow breath that made you shiver.

“What was that, _____?”

“Nothing,” you said, a touch too quickly.

“Clearly,” Iwaizumi said, sounding far too smug. You could still feel his breath hot on your skin as he hovered just above your neck. The anticipation was heady, waiting for what he’d do next.

The first slow drag of his teeth against your neck made you gasp.

“You want me to, don’t you?” Iwaizumi said. “You want me to leave bruises on that pretty skin. You want me to mark you.”

You couldn’t help it. You whimpered. Your face flamed red, and part of you wanted to hide in your hands, but you didn’t dare move.

“You wanna put that computer away now, _____?”

You nodded hastily, desire winning out over your embarrassment. Besides, you knew Iwaizumi would never hold it against you.

Tendou:

You loved Tendou. You really did.

But right now, you kind of hated him.

He was working his way up your legs at a glacial pace, as if determined to kiss every mole and freckle you had. He left kitten licks against the inside of your knee, nuzzled against that ticklish spot on your inner thigh, and generally laved attention everywhere except where you wanted it.

“Satori,” you groaned, and you could feel him grin in response against the inside of your thigh.

“What is it, ____?”

“You know exactly what it is, you fucking tease.”

“Rude, ____-kun. You should at least ask nicely!”

“C’mon, babe. Get on with it,” you said. He had you so worked up you were practically aching for it, and your patience was wearing thin.

“Tsk, tsk,” Tendou chided. “Didn’t say please!”

“Satori–”

“Bad children who don’t say please should be punished, don’t you think?” Tendou crooned, looking up at you through his lashes.

“Satori, I swear to god, if you don’t–”

You were cut off as he sank his teeth into the tender flesh of your inner thigh and bit down, hard.

The noise that escaped you barely sounded human, and it was in an octave you hadn’t even known you were capable of. Heat rushed to your face as the realization set in, and you hesitantly looked down to see Tendou’s reaction.

He was staring at you wide-eyed, something akin to glee spreading across his features. “Ohh?” he said with a grin. “What’s this?”

“Sacchan, please,” you whined, practically writhing against the sheets.

“Very interesting indeed,” Tendou said with a smirk, moving to your other thigh and dragging his lips across your skin. Your breath hitched at the first brush of teeth, and Tendou grinned. “What to do with this discovery?”

“Please, Satori,” you said, past caring that you were begging. “Gods, please.”

Tendou chuckled.

“Well, you did say please.”

These were great!

Stumbling Blocks (Iwaizumi/Reader – Commission)

imagine-that-haikyuu:

Without further delay, here’s the first of the commission requests I’ve received. They asked for a reader who played volleyball for Nekoma’s girls’ team up until a recent shoulder injury, and now serves as a manager for the boys’ team. At some away training camps, Iwaizumi takes quite a liking to her–and her to him–but have to find the best way to get close with some meddling teammates.

– Admin Rachel Lauren

Commissions | Ko-Fi

“Iwaizumi-san, right? Sorry to bother you, but do you think you could reach that for me?”

Iwaizumi flinches at the sound of your voice. He was hoping he’d be able to get in and out of this store without you noticing him. It’s not that he doesn’t want to talk to you–it’s the opposite, actually. Why wouldn’t he want to talk to a pretty girl as seemingly nice as you? If you’re any bit as kind outside the training camp as you are there, he’d be honored that you want to talk to him.

It’s that he has no idea what to say. That and the Nekoma players are weird about guys from other teams chatting you up.

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Adorable!! I think that’s exactly how Oikawa and Kuroo would be with each other! And Iwazumi is just too cute! Great first commission Rachel Lauren!

D & R for Iwaizumi please 🐢

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

Iwaizumi tugged at her hair, latching his teeth to her neck pulling a gasp of his name from her lips. “Dirty little slut,” he growled, “wearing that short skirt when you know I don’t have time to properly fuck you.” He thrust his legs up, rubbing his clothed dick against her rapidly dampening panties. “Guess I’ll make the time now.”

“Ha…hajime,” she moaned against his mouth.

His fiery eyes met her half hooded ones. “You want it, don’t you?” He thrust up again. “You want my cock buried in your wet pussy.” Another pull of her hair. “Answer me.”

“Yes, Hajime, I wa…I want your cock. So, so bad! Please, please fuck me!”

He groaned, swiftly turning her around but made no move to remove either of their clothing. His hands trailed under her shirt, finger tugging and pinching at her full erect nipples as his teeth continued to mark the flesh of her neck. “You’re a bad girl, ______-chan,” he grunted, “so you’re gonna work to come. You better get to grinding that ass on my cock.”

She moved to stand but his hands kept her in place. “No removing clothes, now, get started. You don’t get any until I get mine.”

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Iwaizumi, when feeling horny, will be much more hands on and less worried about public displays of affection.
Like, literally, his hands are on you constantly. You’re standing beside him? Hand around your waist. Waiting in a queue? Both arms snaked around your waist, with his chin on your shoulder. Walking down the street? He’s holding your hand. Each of these seem strangely innocent to be indicators of lustful intent but when he doesn’t care who sees him touching you, you know he’s far gone and ready to take you against the nearest wall if you’d let him.
In fact, he may just do that, finding a secluded space between two building in the market area or an inconspicuous closet at school where he’ll cover your body with his, kissing you till both your lungs are burning with his hands roaming all over your body.
If he’s worked up enough, he may just push aside your underwear and pull down his pants for a quickie.

Merry Christmas🎄! Can I have a cutesy scenario between Iwa-chan, Ushiwaka, and Oikawa when they have babies and how they take care of them and whatnot? Lots of fluff and just make me bleed from how cute this is pls. Thanks!

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

Okay sooooo I haven’t really ever officially written for Ushiwaka…. So PLEASE forgive me if I completely butcher his character!!! >~< And PLEASE give me any and all feedback you have regarding how I could possibly write him better! Thank you for your request! – Admin Satori ❤

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Kiyomi (Pure Beauty) – Daughter (baby)

Luck must have been on his side when you’d announced your pregnancy, when he’d felt the small baby bump you sported not but a couple months later. Luck because the pregnancy was a breeze, as if having your first baby was nothing but second nature to you! Of course, he’d been worried nonstop and stressed out any moment of the day where you were out of his sight, but as soon as he heard those cries of life from his daughter… It was almost as if everything in his life fell into place. Everything made sense, and all his stress up until that moment were put to rest.

Iwaizumi, he was sure of it, had been blessed. With your strength and love, with his family and friends support and understanding… And with his daughter, Kiyomi’s, beauty and ease. Kiyomi rarely cried needlessly, always ate whatever you or Iwaizumi would offer her on the ‘airplane’ of a spoon, and never woke up in the middle of the night after the first couple months of her life.

So when you brought home news of a big important work meeting you’d have to attend over the weekend for – Iwaizumi wasn’t worried. He was thrilled your hard work had been noticed, and had assured everything would be fine in your leave. You’d still been worried, knowing your husband had quite the temper and potty mouth – but you knew in your heart that nothing terrible would happen. Iwaizumi was an amazing father.

“Alright, Yomi, mommy’s gone for the weekend. What do you want to do?” Iwaizumi stared down at the most important light of his life, her wide green eyes staring up at him from her playpen in the living room. She smiled toothlessly up at him before tossing her toothing toy over the ledge of the pen. She fell back on her bottom and reached through the gate for the toy, her fingers just barely touching the toys edge. “Now why did you go and do that?” Iwaizumi picked up the toy before reaching in and pulling her into his arms.

Handing her the toy, he kept hold of it as she put the prickly, chewing piece in her mouth, gnawing on the plastic – the prickly points soothing her irritated gums. She let out a loud sigh and Iwaizumi smiled softly, pressing his lips to her forehead before walking over to the couch, taking a seat and placing her on his lap so she was facing him. His right hand held her on her back so she couldn’t fall backwards while his other hand held her little foot, a security hold in case she somehow got around his hand on her back.

Kiyomi smiled around the toy in her mouth, letting out a slobbery raspberry, a lob of saliva drooling down her chin onto her onesie. Before having a baby, Iwaizumi would have thought drool was gross – and he kind of still did, but his daughter somehow made it adorable? He reached forward, taking the edge of her bib she still had on from breakfast, and wiped at the spit and droll dribbling down from the corner of her mouth to her chin. “I don’t know where you get this messiness from…” Iwaizumi couldn’t help the small huff that escaped him, “I don’t even know how something so small can produce so much spit and slobber…” Kiyomi let out a high pitch squeal and Iwaizumi quietly laughed, “Yeah, I know! You’re just a small package of surprises, aren’t ya?”

Three years ago, if he’d been asked what gender he’d want for a baby, he would have said a boy. Someone to carry on his legacy. The traditional male response. At the mention of a daughter, he would have claimed to be upset and disappointed in his performance as a lover and future father…

But that’d changed. As soon as you’d happily told him the news of the pregnancy… He’d just wanted the baby to be healthy. He didn’t care if it was a boy or girl, just so long as they were happy and healthy. And when the doctor happily announced the birth of his daughter, his Kiyomi, Iwaizumi had felt pride swell in his heart. He’d been lucky beyond his wildest dreams and marrying the gorgeous and brilliant you… and now you’d blessed him with a smart, beautiful, amazing daughter…

“You know, Yomi… Daddy is so lucky… So incredibly lucky. I’ve never really… bothered to think into the future… Daddy likes to live in the moment and appreciate for what he has…” Iwaizumi moved his right leg to cross over his left, letting Kiyomi lean back on his calf as support so he could free his hand to playfully stretch her curly hair, watching it bounce back without a hitch. “But that’s all changed now, little one….” His smile was soft, gentle, not wanting to surprise his baby girl with any high frequency emotions, “I have to adapt to being a dad… You’re my baby girl… Daddy’s going to protect you from any snot nosed boy, and from any heartbreak that can be avoided…. But to do that… I have to look forward and plan well ahead…” He let his fingers stroke her little cheek, his smile brightening when her little hand wrapped around them.

Kiyomi stared at his fingers in her hold before letting her gaze trail up to his own eyes, giggling before sticking her tongue out and letting out a loud raspberry. She let out a squeal of giggles at the sound of her own noise, and made another raspberry, the force of this one making her cheeks a little red.

Iwaizumi laughed quietly and stuck out his tongue at her, blowing his own raspberry. Her wide green eyes showed her surprise as she stopped mid raspberry, her little pink tongue peeking between her rosy lips. “Ah, didn’t know daddy could make that noise, huh?” He smiled as he pulled her into his arms, her head resting on his bicep. Kiyomi stared up at her father with a wide smile, “Oh boy…” His left hand cupped her cheek in his palm, marveling at how much smaller and softer she was compared to him, “You’re going to give daddy so many gray hairs.” Kiyomi giggled happily, turning her head and blowing against the palm of his hand, making another raspberry noise. Iwaizumi sighed quietly, happily, contently, “Yeah… Yeah, you are.” And he’d never felt more excited to get a front seat experience of her life.

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

Isamu (Courageous/Warrior) – Son (twin baby 1)

Isao (Honor/Merit) – Son (Twin baby 2)

“Toshi…. Are you sure you can handle both of them while I’m gone?” You asked for the umpteenth time as you pulled on your winter coat, zipping it up to the collar. “I can always ask for my backup to go in for me-“ But further protest from you was cut off as he pressed his lips against yours. You smiled against his lips, stopping yourself from getting too lost in the kiss when you heard the quiet babbling of the two beings that occupied your husbands arms. Pulling away, your smile widened as you saw two pairs of olive eyes stare up at you, “Awwww, my little Isa’s!” They smiled up at you, reacting to the short nickname you’d donned them a few months after their births. “Mommy’s going to miss my very important boys so very much.” Ushijima raised them higher, his stoic look ever present, but you could tell he was curious on if you’d miss him as much as his offspring. “Of course, I’m gonna miss my very special man just as much.” You reached upward and forward, pressing your forehead to his chin and feeling your heart swell when you felt the small arms of your twin boys wrap around your head and their cheeks pressing against the top of your head.

Ushijima turned down his head just the slightest and pressed his lips to your forehead, taking a few moments to just enjoy your warmth. Faster than either of you would have liked, he tilted his head back a bit, pressing his chin against your forehead so you would look at him properly. He stepped back and set down his sons, watching the two of them toddle away as best they could before his eyes were back on you. His hands reached up and pulled your hood over your head, “It’s going to be really cold… Don’t get sick.” You smiled gently up at him, and he nodded to you, “We’ll be fine.”

You smile faltered just the slightest, worry filling your heart, “Okay… I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise.” You quickly leaned up on your toes, pressing one more kiss to his lips before turning and opening the door, letting out a whine at the cold wind that rushed in.

After he was sure you’d gotten into the car, warmed it up, and got onto the road safely, Ushijima closed the door and locked it properly. He turned on his heel, about to go and make some warm tea to fight against the harsh chill in his bones from the freezing temperature outside, but stopped when he noticed his two sons staring up at him expectantly. Isamu and Isao. His offspring. His legacy. His twin sons. If he was being completely honest with himself, most days it was a trying challenge to remember which child was which.

Isamu smiled up at his father, “Coco!” Isao stared at his brother with wide eyes, realizing the possibilities now with their mother out of the house. Then Isao was looking up at his father with a pout, “Coco!” They called together, thinking maybe if they said it enough, their father would listen and give in to their requests.

Pursing his lips, Ushijima shook his head, “No, no coco. It’s time for bed.” His voice was stern, but his olive eyes were soft. He made his way to the kitchen, deciding to ignore the way his sons let out forlorn sighs as they fell in his shadow. While he’d said it was time for bed, he wasn’t going to enforce it until he’d warmed himself up with some tea, letting his sons enjoy being awake for just a little while longer.

Feeling a tug to his pant legs, Ushijima looked down to see Isamu, Isao?, staring up at him with an extreme frown – the expression most assuredly came from you, Ushijima was sure of it. “Coco?” Ushijima knew it had been a bad idea to have Tendou watch his sons, his former teammate had gotten his twin sons hooked on sweets within a few hours, and now they always asked for it. “Coco?” The small voice called for his fathers attention once more, and Ushijima shook his head. Isamu’s little shoulders slackened before he dragged his feet towards where Isao had been waiting on baited breath around the corner.

Ushijima could hear his sons whispered babbling, but he was relieved when neither of them came back to ask for the hot chocolate beverage once more.

Isamu held Isao’s hand as they walked into their bedroom, wrapping the both of them as best he could in their favorite blanket. They sat on their bed, talking about god knows what in their twin speak. Isao was getting sleepy, and Isamu had to keep slightly shaking his brother to keep him awake, to keep him company in the dim light of their room. Then they heard footsteps in the hall, and the both of them slammed down onto their bed, curling into each other and closing their eyes, pretending to be asleep. Their father wasn’t a terribly strict man, but he did have his rules. And bed time meant bed time.

A dip in the bed alerted the twins to their father’s very present aura in their room, and the adrenaline from hiding their wakefulness from their father made their little hearts beat twice as fast in their chests. “Isamu… Isao…” Their father’s deep voice called for them, and slowly they opened their eyes, which only widened when they noticed the tray of mugs their father had carried into their bedroom. “Coco…”

Isao practically shivered in excitement before crawling to his father, taking his mug carefully in his small hands and sipping at the cooled coco. Isamu crawled after his brother, kneeling next to the tray of mugs and staring up at his father with wide eyes as he was handed a mug of his own coco.

“After this, it’s time to sleep. Sleep is good for growing boys. And you boys have a lot of growing to do.” A small smile lit their fathers’ face, and both boys set down their cups on the side table of their shared bed before they launched themselves into their father, wrapping their arms around his neck and nuzzling his jaw and chin. Ushijima held them both in one arm, his other carefully setting his own mug off to the side table so as not to spill it before he was laying down with his sons on either side of him. They curled into his embrace, somehow completely forgetting about their treasured drinks, and fell asleep when Ushijima’s large hands slowly stroked their hair. “Just like your mother…” He couldn’t help but notice with a small smile, already looking forward to your return home, so you could join in the family slumber.

Oikawa Tooru:

Yukio (Snow Boy) – Son (baby)

The name Oikawa had been known all around the world for being the champion setter of Japan’s Olympic team – even with his bum knee. It’d been legend at his middle and high schools. Hell, it’d even been a huge name of his while he was still a child in pre-school… But it seemed his son, Yukio, was making a new record as Oikawa being the name of a boy most likely to throw a tantrum.

“Yukio-chan! Mommy’s going to be right back! What’s the matter?” Oikawa was almost at his wits end with his son’s constant crying. As soon as his son had woken up to find his father instead of his mother, it was almost liked Yukio’s entire life had been ruined! “Ugh, you’re so dramatic, Yukio-chan! She’s going to be right back, she just went to get you some formula!” Oikawa had tried everything to calm his son. Rocked him. Offered him food…. Begged him. Everything, and yet the boy would not stop crying.

Oikawa would have never guess that being a parent was so hard! Sure, he knew there were some hardships in the title. And he knew his mother had gone through her fair share as he’d been quite the difficult child.

But never in his wildest dreams would he have envisioned his own son being a complete cry baby!

“Mama! Mama! Mama!” Yukio’s cries were loud, grating on his fathers ears, picking at his fathers patience. “Mama!”

Feeling his nose scrunch, he got on the boys level, sitting in front of his son on the floor. The boy had thrown himself on the floor in his tantrum when Oikawa had tried getting him to follow him to the living room to entertain him until your return. Yukio’s cries faltered, surprised his father had sat down in front of him so suddenly. “Dada!” Oikawa challenged, squinting his eyes at his son.

Eyebrows furrowing, Yukio frowned and crossed his arms, “Mama!”

“Dada!”

“Mama!”

“Mama!”

“Dada!”

Oikawa threw his fist in the air and cheered, “Ha! Little Yukio-chan said dada! See? I knew you weren’t a complete loss of a mama’s boy!” He smiled proudly down at his son, but the pride immediately left him as soon as he saw the way Yukio sniffled and wiped at his own tears. What kind of father laughs at his own child? When they were crying? Oikawa felt shame creep into his heart, and he reached out, pulling his son by the hands so the small boy would stand and walk towards him. “Ah, Yukio…. Daddy’s sorry… Daddy’s really sorry…” He wrapped Yukio in his arms, pulling him to rest his little head against his chest, “She’ll be home soon, I promise, Yukio… I know I’m not your favorite, and I’m sure it’s probably deserved since I’m just… really bad at being a dad…” Oikawa’s laugh held no humor, and Yukio stared up at the underside of his father’s jaw. “Don’t cry, Yukio… Mommy will be home soon.”

Yukio frowned to himself, hearing his father’s forlorn sigh, feeling the hesitation in his fathers fingers as they stroked through his hair. And while Yukio didn’t understand what his father was saying, he knew it was something that was making him sad. Yukio stood on his father’s lap, his little feet pressing into his father’s thighs, and surprised Oikawa by wrapping his little arms around his father’s neck.

Warmth filled Oikawa’s heart at the small embrace his son was offering him, was giving him. He held his son close to his chest, pressing the side of his head against Yukio’s, “You know, Yukio-chan… I was really scared… when mommy said she was having you… I was terrified… Especially when I held you for the first time…” Oikawa’s fingers tightened in the back of Yukio’s shirt, “You were so small… So tiny… But already you and mama were my world. My entire world held in two small people.”

Oikawa closed his eyes and swept his son’s legs from under him, holding Yukio’s weight on his left forearm while his right hand softly patted his son’s back. Yukio leaned his cheek on his elbow as he relaxed in his father’s arms, his left hand holding onto the collar of his father’s shirt while his right hand gently played with his father’s soft hair. But his eyelids were getting heavy, and his breathing was evening out from the after-cry hiccups for air.

“And I’m still scared, Yukio… Because you’re growing up… You’re not the little baby I held that day anymore… Now you’re learning about your surroundings, and you’re learning to talk…. And I’m here… Still learning to be a good dad…” Oikawa’s voice was soft, his son’s drowsiness not going unnoticed for even a second. “And I hope, as you grow up, that you’ll forgive me… For anything that I do out of ignorance… Because your learning… and I’m learning…”

And just like that, Yukio had fallen back asleep, the angle of his cheek pressed against his elbow making his little lips part and his soft breathing sound in his father’s ear.

Smiling to himself, Oikawa slowly got to his feet, “Ah… Good parenting tip, Tooru… Complain to your son about having to raise him… Good job…” It wasn’t something he readily admitted to you, he didn’t want to upset you about his thoughts on his parenting techniques – and he didn’t ever want you to think he regretted starting a family with you. Because he loved his son. He loved Yukio with his whole heart. “Maybe that’s the secret to getting him to fall asleep again… Bore him… Make him feel bad and bore him.” Oikawa let out a quite huff of amusement as he walked towards his and your bedroom, laying down with Yukio on his chest.

He hadn’t been lying. The day you’d announced your pregnancy, Oikawa had been terrified. Scared out of his mind. He’d gone to Iwaizumi for advice, only to find out that his best friend was having a baby of his own and was completely thrilled about it. Humbled by it. And yet… Oikawa didn’t have that luxury. He’d always been riddled with his self doubt, always had to put on a confident show for what he lacked. And he lacked that paternal instinct. He knew. He’d been a terrible senpai in school, and while he was an okay uncle, he known there was no way he’d be as adept as his sister in raising a child.

Yet… Here he was. Staring down at his son’s peaceful sleeping face on his chest, hearing his soft snores, feeling his little heart beating against his chest – it felt… Surreal. Unreal. His son. His Yukio.

“I’m learning, Yukio… I promise.”

I die!!! These are sooo cute! Oikawa’s was more sad than I expected but it felt very fitting for him. And I thought you wrote Ushijima just fine! Iwaizumi was darling, him with a daughter is somehow just perfect!

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Oh boy oh boy! Guns and blood? Yessssssss Yakuza is my SHIT! Well…. Anything with guns or general badass-ery is my SHIT! For this request… I felt like it would be REALLY long if I did both the action of them getting you back AND the aftercare… So for now… please accept just them getting you back…. Once I open the ask box, please feel free to spike in the second part of this request (the aftercare) and I’ll get my ass in gear and write it! Thanks for requesting, sweetie! – Admin Satori ❤

Kyoutani Kentarou: ~~*Don’t hate me Mad-dog! I’ve never written for you either T~T*~~

Rage was bubbling all across his body, making his chest feel too tight, feeling like if he inhaled just the slightest he’d explode with fury. Why hadn’t he been there? How the hell had you escaped his line of sight? Kyoutani felt a mixture of shame, guilt, and unrelenting, hell raising rage as he burst through the doors of his family’s rival – mowing them down easily with his assault rifle. They’d been caught by surprised – they’d only just stolen you that afternoon! And yet here Kyoutani was to get you back! They’d been expecting negotiations, not a goddamn bloody raid!

Blood splattered all over the rivaling family’s furniture, some even back splattering on his clothes and face – but he couldn’t give a damn. You’d been taken from him. Right in front of his goddamn face. He tossed aside the rifle once it clicked empty, reaching into the back of his waistband and pulling out a pistol, popping off a shot at his hip as a rival goon rushed him. During battles, during fights, during brawls like this – war like this – Kyoutani was laser focused on what was needed from him. He had a tendency to tune everything out and do as directed.

Only no one was directing him now.

The Mad Dog’s muzzle had been torn loose.

“Stop! Or I’ll shoot her.” Came a faux confident voice from the top of the manor’s stairs, causing Kyoutani’s eyes to flash up at the speaker. It was the youngest son of the rival family. Kyoutani couldn’t be bothered to remember the punks name, but he knew he was a little bastard who always tried to pull shit like this with the other families. The drama queen – the overlooked child. Said child gulped at Kyoutani’s piercing gaze, pressing the barrel of the gun against your temple as a show he was ‘serious’. “I’ll do it!” He yelled, hating that his voice broke.

Kyoutani glared at the boy, not giving you a spare glance. He knew you were hurt, beaten, bloody and crying… He knew if he so much as looked at you…. He’d lose his mind. He’d lose whatever little control he had over the situation. And while this boy didn’t understand the first thing about bluffing and threats…. Kyoutani couldn’t afford to mess up now… Not with your life on the line – not with a gun to your head.

“N-now… You’re going to turn around and walk right out of here… She’s mine, now, got it?” The boy nodded his head towards the front door that Kyoutani had bursted through not moments before. “You can just tuck your tail between your legs and go fuc-“

Pop.

You screamed and ducked away from the noise, closing your eyes tightly. There was a heavy thud as the boys body fell back onto the hardwood of the floor, and a few seconds later you could feel blood seeping into your shoes and socks as it puddled around the two of you. You sobbed and reached up, covering your face, trying not to think about what had just happened – all because you’d strayed just a little too far from your boyfriend. If you’d stayed by his side…. You wouldn’t be sitting in a growing puddle of mixed blood.

“Are you okay?” A rough voice pierced your thoughts and made you jump in surprise, in fear, away from the owner of it.

You braced yourself and held up your arms in an X formation, a form of defense, “NO!” You cried out. You peeked open an eye to see it was Kyoutani, your boyfriend, the love of your life staring at you with warm golden eyes – he’d started to reach out to you, but had flinched back at your defensive maneuver.

“Shh…. It’s okay… I’m not going to hurt you… I promise…” He whispered, and the tender tone of his voice made you reach out and wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder and sobbing your heart out to him. Kyoutani felt his heart breaking in his chest, and he pushed away the remaining rage; You needed him right now. You needed him…. He’d just have to take care of the rest of the family once he was sure you were safe and taken care of. “Come on, _____…. Let’s go home…” He murmurs quietly, slowly wrapping his arms around you, one arm under your bottom to support your weight while his other rested on the side of your face. You realized he was shielding you from the heinous scene of death he’d caused. The destruction he’d singlehandedly brought to the rival’s outpost.

Kuroo Tetsurou:

Kuroo ducked behind a pillar as a barrage of bullets rained down on him, and he closed his eyes tightly, feeling the few cuts of close calls still burning with pain. “Fucking bastards….” He growled lowly before doing quick pop shots of the rival’s goons, taking one out with a headshot before ducking back behind his cover, and doing the same trick until the 5 of them were dead. Inhaling sharply, he rushed from the pillar to just behind an overturned table, rummaging around the dead goon’s bodies for anything of use – bullets, knives, information, anything. “They should fucking know better…. Off limits means off fucking limits.” He hissed.

“Do you really think I give a damn, Tetsu?”

“Fuck you!” Kuroo yelled, popping his head up from behind his cover before ducking again as more bullets were shot at him, “Why don’t you get rid of your little army and we can talk like real men!” He called to the second son of his family’s rival gang – Hisao.

The young man laughed, “I’m not a fucking idiot, Tetsu. You gotta show a little effort if I’m going to put out.” Kuroo was about to pull out one of his favorites, a flash bang, when Hisao tutted, “Ah, ah, ah – Old Tetsu isn’t going to be using the flashy grenade now is he? I don’t think little girlie here would much appreciate that. Such pretty eyes~! Would be a shame if she suddenly went blind… Or worse.” He mused happily, and immediately Kuroo was pulling his hand back from the grenade.

“Get her out of here, Hisao, and I promise your death will be quick.” Kuroo scooted to the edge of the table, glancing around the edge to see three more of the family goons were aiming their rifles at where he’d popped his head up just a few seconds ago.

“Oh? Is that so?” The young man smiled warmly, “Ah, I think I’ll be fine…. You old men are too slo-“

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Kuroo stood from his hiding place, smirking at the younger man, “What was that you were going to say, you little shit?” He asked smugly, walking closer to where Hisao stood with you on your knees in front of him.

Hisao held up his own gun right at Kuroo’s head, raising an eyebrow, “Drop it…. And I’ll think about letting her look away when I blow your head off your shoulders.” He shrugged, impishly, not really caring either way – but knowing he’d be held to the highest regard if he took out the only son of his family’s rival. No longer would he be frowned upon. He’d be calling the shots. “What a good kitty.” He hummed happily when Kuroo did as he was told, sliding his pistol over to where he stood, “Now…. Get on one knee…. And pledge to me your allegiance, like a good peasant.”

Kneeling on one knee, Kuroo was only a few yards from you, his golden eyes met your confused eyes – how could he give up his weapon so easily? You felt tears well up and spill down your cheeks as you stared at him, begging him to do something, to fight back. A ghost of a smirk curled the corners of his lips, and he sent a quick wink your way. “Well? What? Old bastard didn’t hear me?” Hisao was so sure of his victory, he’d neglected to watch Kuroo carefully, neglected to see the sly cat’s hands.

“Ah… Of course… Hisao…. There’s no satisfaction in hell.” Kuroo hissed around his smirk as he tossed out his arm, three small daggers escaping his fingers and embedding themselves in Hisao’s neck. The young man stumbled backwards, shock in his eyes before his hands numbly reached up, pulling out one of the daggers from his neck. “Wounds 101, Hisao…. Never pull it out.” Kuroo tutted as he made his way to where you were on your knees, your back to Hisao.

The young man choked out an unintelligible reply, his action of pulling out the dagger causing his blood to flow freely from his severed artery. He bled out within minutes and his body’s heavy thud made you flinch and close your eyes tightly. Kuroo reached forward and pulled you against his chest, his right hand covering the side of your face, “Don’t look…” He whispered, his voice softer than before, gentle, knowing you’d seen too much today – you’d been too close to the fire that consumed his everyday life. And while he was too selfish to give you up… He didn’t want you having the image of a dead man in your mind forever.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

“This is some straight up bullshit.” Iwaizumi growled, feeling like his head was going to explode with the rush of adrenaline pumping through his system. He felt stronger than ever. Whether that was because your life was at stake or because he’d been given permission to kill your kidnappers was still undecided. Holding his pistol in one hand, he used his other to pull the belt off the dead man he was crouched next to – needing it as a tourniquet to slow the blood loss from the bullet holes in his arm and shoulder.

“Come now, Hajime! I’m only returning the favor for what your family did to my cousins a few weeks ago.” The voice of the first son of Iwaizumi’s family rival, Kin, only fueled his rage, it hadn’t even been Iwaizumi’s decision that time! That’d been his uncle’s choice to take out that outpost. And while his uncle was a badass of a Iwaizumi family member, he didn’t speak for every member of their family!

Iwaizumi closed his eyes tightly, taking a deep breath before he popped out from his hiding space, taking out two of the guards before he was shot in his other shoulder. He crouched down again, his free hand going to press against his wound, feeling like his body was on fire from the pain. “Fuck….” He hissed before checking his clip. Only 4 bullets left. “Fuck.” He looked up at the ceiling, praying for his aim to be on point; Your life depended on his aim. “Piece of shit!” Iwaizumi yelled as he popped back up, shooting the remaining guards before approaching Kin, using the gun as a bluff to get as close as possible.

“Ah, ah, ah…. Not another step.” Kin smiled, having his gun pointed at your head. You stared up at Iwaizumi, tears in your eyes – you’d been through so much pain. So much of your body was hurting. One of your eyes had swelled shut after you’d taken a beating from the goons, your bottom lip was split, and you were sure you had a minor concussion.

“H-Hajime…” You whimpered, your tears spilling over now, “I-it hurts…”

Your boyfriends dark green eyes flashed to Kin, and for a split second, Kin realized this was a mistake. Messing with the Iwaizumi family only meant destruction of his own. But there was no backing down now. Go big or die trying. “Let her go….” Iwaizumi’s voice was low, almost quiet, but the strain of it didn’t go unnoticed by Kin.

Kin raised an eyebrow, “Why would I do that? She’s my new bride….” He smirked, glancing down at you before pressing the barrel of the gun to your temple, “Although… She’s very prudish… I’ll just have to make her into one of my whores after I’ve gotten rid of y- HEY!” Before Kin could realize what had happened, Iwaizumi had taken the opportunity of his eyes on you to chuck his emptied gun at Kin’s head before lunging at him. The two of them landed on the floor, Kin’s gun going off once, the bullet burying in one of the wooden pillars of the house, before the force of the fall caused Kin to let go – the metal of the gun scraping against the marble floor sealed Kin’s fate. Iwaizumi sat on top of his rival easily, bringing down his fists against the young man’s face – doing to him what had been done to you.

“H-Hajime! Stop! Please!” Your voice sounded distant to him, as if you were yelling down a long tunnel. He paid it no mind and continued to beat down on Kin, not even realizing that the young man had long since stopped fighting back. “Hajime!” A force against Iwaizumi’s back made him lean forward in surprise, and he quickly grabbed the arm that was around his neck before turning and raising a fist at whoever had attacked him now. You pulled your other arm above your head, cowering away from your boyfriend with eyes shut tight, your other arm still held hostage in his tight hold.

“____….” His voice was hoarse, but once he’d realized what it was he was doing, he immediately let go of your arm. You fell backwards onto your bottom, bringing your knees up to your chest and hiding your face in them – you’d been fine through the beating done by the goons… But just the mere thought of the love of your life hitting you terrified you. “_____.. I-I…. I’m so sorry…” Iwaizumi whispered, reaching towards you and flinching back when you leaned away. He looked down at his hands and realized they were stained with blood. His entire arm was covered in his own, and if he slowed down now… He was sure he’d start to feel dizzy from blood loss.

You noticed this. You saw his blood slowly pooling on the floor underneath him. He was in no condition to keep going. Steeling your nerves, you got to your feet, grabbing his unsure hand and pulling him behind you towards the entrance of the building. You weren’t doing too good either, your black eye gave you the worst depth perception, and every step you took felt like you were stepping on hot coals. White hot coals. But you’d walk through hell to make sure Iwaizumi was okay.

Whoot whoot! These were great! I loved the variety of how they dealt the death blows! Very much looking forward to the continuation of this one!

Can I request a part two for the scenerio about the boys against their sisters dating?

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I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS. And I’m also going to apologize because I can’t find the original post for the life of me and I don’t even know why. I’ve scoured my archives like crazy and am about ready to pull my hair out!

Anyway, I DO remember how everything played out, so I’ll write the sequel and immediately link the OP as soon as I find it. To clarify, It was three parts – the first being Oikawa dating Iwaizumi’s sister, the second Ushijima dating Oikawa’s, and the third Kuroo dating Akaashi’s – that didn’t exactly have a happy ending, but more one of the prospect of the brother’s trying to be okay with the dating situations. And I’ll be jumping in from there!

I hope you enjoy, Anon!

Iwaizumi stared at the couple from across the courtyard, his sister leaving no space between herself and Oikawa as the boy leaned to whisper something that brought a bright smile to her face. Iwaizumi felt his brows furrow as he stared harder, attempting to read the words coming from his friend’s lips despite not being able to hear them.

It had been nearly two months since he had discovered the relationship status of his younger sister and his best friend. And while it was undoubtably hard to adjust to the knowledge, he felt as though he was handling everything relatively well. His temper was something he constantly felt as though he were keeping in check, but it was all for her sake. He could care less what Oikawa thought.

“If you glare long enough Oikawa might drop dead,” Hanamaki voice broke through Iwaizumi’s thoughts, bringing the very glare upon himself. But the boy grinned back, elbow nudging into Matsukawa’s side. “He’s on a killer rampage!”

“Shut up,” Iwaizumi growled, gaze dropping to his bento but not finding anything appetizing to eat there.

“Hey,” it was Matsukawa this time, bringing Iwaizmi’s eyes back up, “try not being so mad all the time. She’s happy, he’s happy. You’re anger about it is throwing off the team. Maybe try actually being a supportive friend and brother instead of pretending to me.”

“Or continue trying to kill Oikawa with your gaze. I think you almost had his this time.”

Oikawa gave a small groan, his gaze shifting back to his sister with the brut that was Ushijima. The emotions that usually surfaced when he saw the Shiratorizawa captain were only amplified when he saw him with his sister, but he had practiced the art of holding his tongue for her sake. Only for her sake, never for his,

“Fine,” he uttered to Iwaizumi, “I’ll try being ‘friendly’”

Standing to his feet, Oikawa plastered a smile to his features before walking the short distance that resided between him and them. Giving them a bright greeting, he moved to press himself directly in-between the couple. Ignoring the annoyed gaze that his sister immediately placed upon him, his gaze shot over to Ushijima, the large man now with his hands folded in his lap instead of intertwined with his sisters.

“Perhaps we should do something?” Oikawa offered, making himself more comfortable in the tight space between them, attempting to create more space. “There’s that new space odyssey movie that’s come out. What do you say, Ushiwaka?”

“I–” Ushijima paused for a moment, his gaze shifting to her across from him and Oikawa could see her shaking her head from the corner of his eyes, “–it’s [First Name]’s decision.”

“Tooru–” when his gaze shifted over to his sister, he hoped that he looked sincere, because he wanted to be. If this was the man that she was choosing, than he wanted to be supportive of her, even if it wasn’t a decision he would have trouble accepting “–how about ice cream?”

Kuroo had offered to pay for the treats, something him and Akaashi bickered about for perhaps too long before she had stepped in. The moments between were quiet as they found a small round table to rest at and Akaashi immediately realized the full impact of his initial outburst over this situation. He watched the conscious distance placed between them and how they shared small glances before staring down at the table before them.

He had made them feel as though everything that they were doing was bad – taboo even – he had created an awkward wedge within their relationship and if they failed, he know it would have been because of him at this rate. That was the last thing he wanted, even if he didn’t one hundred percent support this, he couldn’t live with the knowledge that they would each blame them for the end of something that could’ve been beautiful.

Clearing his throat, Akaashi met with each of their gazes before speaking. “I’m sorry for my behavior,” he heard the way his voice wobbled slightly and he tried to correct it, but he wasn’t sure how. He wasn’t sure how this apology was supposed to even go. “I shouldn’t have reacted to terribly nor continued to hold a grudge.”

“Keiji…”

“I don’t want you to feel as though you should pretend to be something you’re not because of me,” he gave a kind smile to his sister, “I want you to be happy.”

Kuroo smiled in return when Akaashi’s gaze met with his. Hand reaching for hers, he leaned to press a kiss to her cheek and Akaashi was only slightly surprised by his lack of tension in his shoulders at the action. “Thanks, Akaashi,” Kuroo spoke then, “and would it be a bad time to tell you we’re having a shotgun wedding?”

Akaashi’s smile dropped. “Excuse you?”

“I’m kidding!”

Kuroo!! Smart ass just has to ruin it doesn’t he 😂. Great job as always!!