MAFIAYAZUKI AU SENARIOPLSPLSPLS WITH KYOUTANI (if you do Him), kurooand iwai WHERE THEIR CIVILLIAN GF HAS JUST BEEN CAPTURED BY TEIR RIVALS AND ONCE THey FIND THEM THEY ARE LIKE TREATING THEIR WOUNDSBRUISES ETC AND JUST BEING REALLY PROTECTIVE OVER THEM IN GENERAL AND THEY NOTICE HOW THE GIRL IS LIKE REALLY QUIET AND FLINCHES EVERY NOW AND THeN JUST PURE ANGSTFLUFF

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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!

REPOST

baesketballers:

reposted because I can’t delete a friggin reply

Anonymous said: hey can I
get nsfw Kagami where he and his s/o fight because of s/o’s fault and she walks
out on him, Kagami felt guilty and worried and went after her and it starts
raining into the night, he finds her surrounded by thugs and saves her,
afterward they went home and have makeup sex

Okay
I’m gonna tweak this if you don’t mind! Also please note that this is the last
request from the previous askbox, and not part of the 12 asks I plan on picking
for Christmas/New Year!

Reminder: that I’m available
for commissions and
please turn off best stuff first!

Female!Reader
ahead.

When
the door slammed shut, all memory of what happened seemed to evaporate to thin
air. Even now, fifteen minutes after you stormed out of Kagami’s apartment, he
is still thinking about what led you to argue like that. It was not nice, not
at all nice, and he winces at the memory. Heated conversation turned into
shouting. He remembers your face and your reddened eyes, the way tears stream
down your face as you whisper out the words that cut him deep.

“Your
face is the last thing I want to see right now.”

He
murmurs expletives as he looks at the clock, indicating how late and dark the
night is already. Though the skies disclose nothing as it approaches midnight,
he senses the cool winds sweeping into the living room through open windows.
It’s going to rain soon, he realizes, and he doesn’t know where you are at. The
phone in his hand is bright, the only source of light in the room and the only
way to reach you, but he fails to do so. He isn’t surprised, but is still
disappointed that you won’t pick up the phone.

Hearing
the low but loud rumble of thunder from outside, Kagami curses one last time,
grabbing a jacket before running out of the house into the dark.

A
mile away, you’re clutching at your dead phone as you glare into a man’s eyes.

Out
of the frying pan and into the fire, one might say. You really did not expect
thugs to be around, but you admit internally that I was your fault for thinking
so and letting your guard down. It’s probably around midnight already, of
course there are bound to be a group or two hanging around the nearby
neighborhood.

“C’mon, just one bar, I promise.”

Like
you can keep your word, pal, you resist the urge to scoff and instead
try to walk past him. He’s probably a couple of years older than you, his build
is towering and intimidating, though it doesn’t seem like he works out. You
find yourself thinking about how to take him out in a fist fight—impossible,
you deduce, despite your ability to pack a punch. He’s just going to brush it
off.

“I
said no,” you say in a clipped tone. When a hand grips your forearm, you
freeze. He’s close, you don’t need to feel his breath on you to know.

“I’ll
buy you a drink and all that,” he chuckles dryly and you fail to see the humor
in the situation. Footsteps fall behind you. “Found a plaything for us
tonight, boys,” he says again, this time with his face away from you. You’re
thankful he can’t see you clench your teeth at the arrival of his company.

“Let
her go.”

You
turn your head so fast to look behind you. Kagami stands there, behind the
two-three people obviously associated with the guy who’s got a hold on you. A
weird mix of emotions rush through you, but they are mostly relief blended with
guilt, like you’re happy to see him but you don’t want to see him at the same time.

“You never told me you got a date,
babe,” he coos at you sickeningly after getting a good look at your latest
guest. The man pushes you forward, your staggering footsteps bringing you
straight to Kagami without a single interference from the other thugs. They
probably know better—anyone can see the hint of muscle underneath his jacket
and the tank top he’s wearing. He might not be an experienced fighter, this you
know, but they only need to think he is.

“If
you ever touch her again—”

“Yeah,
yeah, you’re gonna fuck me up or whatever,” the leader of the group declares,
waving dismissively at the two of you. The sudden disinterest can only be a
facade for embarrassment. Fear, even. They only act bored to run. The man turns
to you one last time.

“You’re
lucky Romeo came for you, babe,” he purrs, and you feel your skin crawl at the
sight of his smirk, “but if you wanna have a good time—”

Kagami
turns you around and away from the man, leading you by the hand into a light
jog. His blood boils at the way you have been treated and ogled at, and he just
wants to wash that man’s stare off your body.

There
is a flash of lightning before the two of you feel the light shower, and Kagami
takes off his jacket for your cover in time for the pour that follows immediately
after. The two of you aren’t lucky enough to evade the downpour and reach home
only almost ten minutes later, soaked to the bone.

“I’m
sorry,” you say simultaneously to the door closing. Something inside you makes
you feel scared about saying those words. You hope he doesn’t hear you, but you
know better. Kagami leads you to the bedroom.

“Let’s
get changed.”

Kagami
undresses, not bothering to close the door, but you’re still paralyzed with
guilt as the memories of the fight resurface. Not even his damp, bare skin can
distract you from the thoughts. Kagami sighs, dumping the tank top and his
shorts into the hamper at the corner of the room, leaving him only in a pair of
black boxer shorts that looks like an incredibly tight fit.

“You’re wet,” his voice is low, laced
with something you refuse to give in to but want to an unknown extent. Those
simple words sound so dirty though you know he is referring to
your state after running under the rain. You hear the drip,
drip of
water from your hair onto the floorboard. He takes a step forward. Two.

Then
his hands are on your blouse, unbuttoning it ever so slowly.

“I’m
sorry, too,” he whispers.

You
cup his face and yank him into a deep kiss, a result of desperation and lust,
or maybe something more than that. You’re still peeved at the way you fought
earlier—arguments like that are rare in your relationship—and you remind
yourself to incite another more civilized conversation with him, but later.
Later, after the two of you finish ravaging each other. Right now, you think as
you run your hands up and down his slick torso, you want him to fill you up, to
hurt you, to tell you he’s yours and you his, to bite you, to touch you.

You
want him to love you.

“You
are the only thing I want right now.”

Just as amazing as the first time 😉! I love your depth of emotion in very simplistic description. You pour so much into your pieces and even though I know it isn’t, you make it seem easy because your prose flows so well!

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

sfw-haikyuu-nsfw:

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!!

Would you write a scenario where Kuroo chats with his crush on the train all the time but it so happened that once mid-talk she passed out. I wondered what would he react like and think? I had an episode few days ago and freaked out but apparently my anemia is really bad :(

haikyuulovercompany:

😦 that’s horrible, babe. Please let me know how have you been feeling since you sent this, like, months ago… I hope everything is good with you. And I hope you like this !

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Kuro walked with a small smile on his face. It had been a couple of months since his mornings had turned into a joyful ride.
Mornings would usually be the worst, but that had changed. As he finally
reached the train station, he passed in front of the big windows. Inevitably he
stopped to check himself. He passed a hand over his hair gaining nothing but to
mess it up even a little more, if that was possible. He had terrible hair, he
was more than aware of that. His tie was in place, and it seemed there was not a
spot on his white school shirt. It was all in place.

He entered the station, and quickened his pace. He
looked at the hour on his phone and felt victorious. He was still on time for
his favorite train. It always carried this young lady, around his age, that welcomed him with smiling eyes.

One of his feet tapped the floor destroying the casual
façade he portrayed. He had known her for months now, but the anticipation of
seeing her still made him nervous.

In the blink of an eye an echoing sound came from the
tunnel, and in another blink, the train was just in front of him stopping with
the shrieking of the brakes.

As soon as he stepped into the wagon, his eyes
searched for her. He grabbed one of the metal railings barely avoiding falling
due to the train charging again. He excused himself to the woman with who he had almost crashed against. She only gave him an annoyed gaze as an answer. Kuro
moved to the back of the wagon still hoping he didn’t get into the wrong one.
But as he reached the end, sitting against the back wall in a corner there she
was. The wagon wasn’t packed that early in the morning, and for his luck there
was an empty spot right beside her. As he approached her, she lifted her head
immediately smiling at him

“Good morning, _______,” Kuro said to her as he sat at
her side.

“Good morning, Kuro,” she answered as sweetly as
always, but there was something quite different. Her voice sounded weaker, and
it was difficult for him not to notice her skin looked slightly pale, even a
little dull. He had been infatuated with her since the first moment they
crossed paths in the train, so he knew all too well how her skin would usually shine.

“Are you okay?” he immediately asked.

“Yeah, well, tired maybe but just that,” she said. Her
eyes did seem tired.

He tried to insist, but she immediately asked him
about the volleyball tournament he had just around the corner. She was trying
to sound enthusiastic, yet he could still hear the faint weakness in her voice.
He decided not to dwell too much. If she didn’t want him peeking at whatever
was going on, he was not going to force her.

They talked like every morning. They talked about
homework, tests, and the daily life trifles. The train
stopped for the second time. Their stop was the next. They started to get up,
but she went down back into her seat. Kuro returned to his.

“______, are you truly okay?” She nodded with her head
down, hair falling down her face, as she held on to his wrist. Kuro finally knew there was definitely
something wrong. The grip she had on him loosened, and she fell forward. Kuro
grabbed her by her forearm stopping her body to crash face first against the
cold metal floor of the train, and pulled her back into the seat.

Her body was like a rag doll, and her eyes were
closed. Kuro panicked when the realization hit him. She had fainted. He shook
her first as he called her name but no answer came. A big wide crater formed in
the pit of his stomached and it creped all the way to his head. His head
clouded for a second. The digital bell announcing the new stop through the
speakers brought his common sense back. People around him were staring making
him feel more anxious.

What was he
supposed to do?

He placed his fingers against her neck looking for a
pulse. His mind suddenly was making up the worst scenarios possible. The last thing he wanted was to see her like that. The idea of something happening to her crushed his heart.

“Does someone have alcohol here!?” one man shouted and
the people started to shuffle, looking in their bags. “A girl fainted!”

He closed his own eyes trying to calm himself, counted and waited, his hands began to sweat. Just
when he found her pulse her eyes started to open again. She tried to sit straight, but Kuro pushed her back with shaky hands.

“No, rest for a while,” Kuro said to her.

The bell of the train sounded again announcing they
had missed their stop. It had been only a minute, maybe two, but for him it had
felt like an eternity.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a whisper. Kuro shook his
head. Maybe it was the adrenaline that had overtaken him in those few moments,
but he took her hand without a second thought.

“Let’s give you a couple of minutes before we go out
and I buy you something sweet.”

“Yeah, sugar is what this girl needs. Get her a big soda or even a whole cake just for her,” a noisy old
lady in front of them added. As soon as ______ had recovered consciousness the
curious people had dissipated. Everyone except the old lady, of course.

“I will, miss,” he politely answered.

The train stopped three more times before they got off of the train. Kuro had offered ______ his arm, and was carrying not only
his schoolbag, but also hers. The train parted leaving a heavy gust behind it.
She still was pale, and now she looked even weaker than before.

Kuro sighed in a mix of relief and worried and pulled
her into a hug. “Next time, please don’t tell you’re not feeling bad. I was so
worried.”

“I didn’t think I would faint. It isn’t like this all
the time.”

“Let’s get you something to eat, and then back to your
house to have some rest,” he said before offering her his arm again.

——

Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it!

Sweetheart Kuroo to the rescue! I just love him!

I’ve missed you! Good luck on your paper! Neon: HCs for your fave KiriDai boys and kissing under the mistletoe please!

imagine-knb:

Thanks for the luck! Hopefully we do well! Also, fave KiriDai boys. You mean all of them? lol

Hanamiya

this isn’t exactly his favorite tradition out of all the Christmas things

you have to be something especially special to him if you’re going to get a kiss under the mistletoe

anyone who he doesn’t care enough about is simply going to get glared at

he doesn’t deliberately go out of his way to avoid doorways that have them hanging, but it’s annoying when he gets caught under one

Seto

boy is so tall, he notices the mistletoe right away because he has to duck out of its way

he isn’t the type to kiss everyone who gets caught under there with him

in fact, there’s only one person on his mind that he wants to get caught under a mistletoe with

for as silent and brooding as he can be, he has some fantasies about mistletoe kisses

Furuhashi

if you placed a mistletoe in a doorway and suddenly find it missing, it’s because he’s probably taken it down

he finds the whole tradition as more of a hindrance than anything

he isn’t going to follow the tradition unless you are the one to physically make him

will probably grumble about how the two of you could kiss anytime; it doesn’t have to be under a doorway in front of a crowd

Hara

the type to jokingly carry around a mistletoe wherever he goes

he’s not exactly picky about who gets under there with him; if he finds you attractive then you better expect him to kiss you

if he finds you really attractive, you better expect that kiss to go a little farther than necessary

he’s pretty brave and has no qualms about dangling a mistletoe above your and his head in a crowded area

Yamazaki

he gets extremely flustered every time he accidentally gets caught under the mistletoe with someone

expect red faces and jumbled words if you’re somebody he actually wants to kiss

if you’re not, still expect a red face, but more out of humiliation than anything else

he’s the type to close his eyes and lean in with his lips all puckered

I loved these, thank you!!

serves-up:

Christmas with…The Captain Squad

A/N: Of course this isn’t all the captains but these are my faves. They’d all be hella fun to celebrate with.

Kuroo

Is a good boy and will help you get out the tree and set it up. He’s a shit decorator tho…~~no Kuroo we can’t put a picture of Nicholas Cage as the star…~~

He LIVES for movie marathons!! He’s a fan of all movies from cartoons to cheesy holiday movies (which you two can make fun of but also cry at the good points)

Bokuto

May or may not believe in Santa. You can’t tell if he really does or not. Turns out he doesn’t but he’s just pretending so you’ll get him an extra present from Santa. SMH.

Christmas cookies are his specialty! He learned a really nice recipe from his mom and is more than happy to share it with you (and your stomach)

Oikawa

He’s surprisingly great at decorating. He’s also a prompt decorator too, as soon as Dec 1st hits he starts decorating. He’s one of those annoying people that leaves his decorations up during February tho.

He hangs up mistletoe everywhere just so he has an excuse to kiss you. Not that you don’t enjoy it though.

Daichi

KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT TO GET YOU. Like, it’s so uncanny how spot on he is. Turns out he just keeps track of the things you like or mention wanting or needing. But also, he just gifts socks…no one needs that many socks, Dai.

He has All I Want for Christmas is You on full blast 24/7. He hides this from everyone, but you’ve unfortunately come across this fact since dating him. Sometimes he dances to it and that’s arguably worse

Ushijima

He loves the snow!! Nothing beats making a nice hot cup of coffee and watching the snow fall with you by the fireplace.

He’s SO useful during holiday shopping. He has no complaints against standing in lines and holding the bags. Also he points out some really great sales!

Adorable!!!

Can i get an NSFW scenario with tendou? Hes skipping practice in his dorm room and he forgets to tell his teammates he’s not showing up so they look for him but he’s having sex and they walk in on him?? Female pronouns! Sorry if this is confusing!

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

Ahhhhhhh I love my Tendou!!!!!!!! My Noodle Boi!!!! My adorable weeb! Ah *continues to fangirl over Tendou* He’s perfect, and I wish he was real so I could tell him as much T~T Thanks for requesting, sweetheart! – Admin Satori ❤

Tendou Satori:

During high school, Tendou had been absolutely set on not continuing with volleyball – having decided he needed to focus on his studies while moving forward into college. Volleyball would only get him so far in life, and there would never be a team like Shiratorizawa in his life ever again. He’d just be put back into his outcast bracket in life and would fade into the background once more, well as much as his vibrant appearance and personality would allow him to fade. Which he was fine with. He was used to the comments, the stares, even the bullying. He expected it.

What he didn’t expect…. Was meeting and falling in love with you.

The two of you had met in the most cliched way. Paired up for a project in one of your college courses. The duration of the project was the whole semester, so he’d thought you’d ask for a different partner, but you were… determined to get him to open up to you. To be comfortable around you. And after the first month of working on the project with you, it was almost as if the two of you had known each other all your lives. As if you’d grown up with this noodle boy. As if he’d gone through all his life knowing you were at the end of the tunnel. He’d woven his way into your life, to the point you’d use some of his mannerisms and silly voices and songs. And you’d grounded yourself in his heart, you’d convinced him to take up volleyball again.

And while he loved playing volleyball with his team, Ushijima and Semi had come to the same college, he loved being with you more.

That’s how you ended up under him, his lips ravaging your neck and shoulder, biting and licking any span of skin he could reach – and since his reach was almost 2 meters, that meant all of you. “Satori,” You moaned when you felt his hips pressed against yours, almost, desperately, “More, please, Satori.”

Tendou pulled his lips from your skin, and you felt a chill go down your spine at how they’d become a little swollen from your activities with each other. “More~? You want more?” His expression tried to look mischievous, but the darkening of his crimson eyes showed how needy he was to give you all of him. Tendou’s right hand moved from the outside of your thigh on his hip and stroked up your body until he was cupping your face, his long fingers being able to reach from the tip of your chin to the back of your skull. If you didn’t know he loved you, you’d be scared of this type of hold, but the feeling of his fingers lightly stroking your skin made your insides melt. “How much more do you want, ______-chan? Tell me…” He purred, leaning his head down and peppering the top of your breasts with kisses, nipping at the soft skin now and then and taking satisfaction in the way you’d arch your back towards his face. He leaned upwards just a bit and pressed his lips against the hollow of your throat, his tongue flicking out and tasting your sex salted skin.

You blinked rapidly, trying to find the words to get him to understand how much you wanted him, how you wanted to be connected to him in all ways possible. You lightly pulled at his hair, your fingers tangled in his red locks, you dragged his head from your neck back to your lips, and quickly pressed your lips against his, your other hand pressing against his shoulder blade so he’d be closer to you. “Please… Satori…. I want all of you…. Give me all of you.” You whispered against his lips, and Tendou felt his heart tug and swell. No matter how many times the two of you got down and dirty, he’d always feel like it was the first time – always feel like it was the very first time someone wanted him. Truly.

While the moment between the two of you was filled with heat and need, with lust and want, desire and fire, there was never a second that passed that Tendou wouldn’t appreciate the seconds he’d been graced with in your presence. You continued to kiss him, pressing your chest against his as best you could, your eyebrows furrowing as you tried to convey how much you loved him with all your heart through your kiss. And he felt it. Tendou smiled softly against your lips, his left hand reaching between your bodies and aligning his cock with your tight hole, “Anything… for you, ______.” He whispered quietly before moving his hips forward and feeling your walls squeezing every single inch of him as he entered you. Your back arched into his chest and you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your lips. You had said you wanted all of him, after all… That meant to the hilt.

“Fuck….” You whispered, and he chuckled quietly before pushing up so his arms were extended on either side of your head. You whined and stared up at his flushed face, your hands moving from his hair and back to rest on his shoulders, just barely. “Satori….” You moaned, biting your bottom lip roughly as you felt his hips move ever so slightly against yours, his length reaching places inside you never knew existed. You frowned and sat up on your elbow, trying to ignore the way this position made you suddenly see stars every time you blinked, your other hand reached up to the back of his head and you fell back onto his dorm bed, pulling him down to press his body against you. “I said all of you.” You smiled, pulling his head down and crashing his lips against yours.

Tendou let out a shaky exhale into your mouth at your determination to have his body rubbing against yours, the contact made his heart do flips inside his chest, and all he wanted to do was make you scream his name. Over and over again. “______.” Tendou moaned quietly as he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes hooded as your walls squeezed him every moment he moved inside you. “You’re squeezing the life out of me.” Tendou suddenly snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock inside you to the hilt once more. Your inhale was suddenly cut off from surprise and you stared up at him with a glazed look in your eye, and he felt the need to snap against you over and over. You threw your head back and moaned, his lips attaching to your neck and jaw once more, this new pace was going to be the death of you.

Suddenly there was a bright light being shone on your joined bodies, and, although neither of you noticed at first, it shone right in your eyes and made you flinch away. There was a scuffling and a single horrified gasp coupled with a confused, “S-Senpai, I can’t see anything.”

You gasped and pushed Tendou off of you, and the sudden force of your push caused him to lose balance, slide out of your hole, and fall on his ass on the floor. “What the fuck?” Was all he said before his eyes were on the open door of his dorm, “Ololo? This isn’t a free show!” He huffed as he got to his feet, not caring that he was entirely flashing his former teammates.

“You weren’t at practice this morning. We thought something had happened.” Ushijima said simply, his stoic expression as stoney as ever, even in the understanding of what it was they’d walked in on. “It’s not wise to skip practice. You still have a lot of work to do on your receives.” His monotone made you both want to yell at them to get out and also laugh at how nonchalant he was with what he’d just interrupted. Ushijima just didn’t give a damn.

“Wakatoshi~ Is now really such a good time to be lecturing me? About volleyball?” Tenou whined, moving to stand in front of your, now blanketed, form, smiling lazily at Semi’s highly offended face.

Ushijima nodded seriously, “Yes. How are you ever going to get better if you skip practice?”

“S-senpai? Can I look now? You’re hurting me.” Goshiki’s small voice made his appearance apparent, Semi had clamped his hands over the young boy’s eyes as soon as what Tendou and you had been doing was made clear. Tendou raised his arms above his head and stretched, giving you a very nice view of his, lanky, back muscles, and his adorable butt.

You didn’t get to stare at his cute butt for long before you were covering your face in embarrassment, using one hand to pull the blankets to completely cover you. “C-Can you possibly have this conversation some other time?” You piped up, feeling your face heat even more as all eyes focused on you, Tendou leaning backwards just to see your expression. “Kind of indecent here…” You huffed, now feeling more irritated than embarrassment.

Tendou noticed this and took it as an order to get everyone out of your business immediately, “Okay okay, everyone, it’s time to leave~. I’ll be down in the gym in a few….mmm hours?”

“You need to be down in the gym in a few minutes or you’re going to be doing seals for the next month.” Semi huffed, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration at having to censor Goshiki from this part of his team’s life.

“Ah~ Semi semi~ So harsh.” Tendou smiled playfully before walking towards them and shooing them out of the doorway, “Go on. I’ll be down in a few… minutes….” He agreed, holding his hands together in front of him when Ushijima gave him a warning glare, “I promise, Waka-chan!”

The door closed, the whining of Goshiki not seeing anything loud and clear as they walked down the hall. You kept the blankets wrapped around you and couldn’t hide the glare directed at your boyfriend as he turned to face you. “You can completely forget about continuing.” You huffed, leaning down from the bed and grabbing his discarded tshirt. You pulled it over your head before letting the blankets fall from you.

Tendou pouted, “Aw, come on, ______-chan~ It’s not my fault.” He whined, getting on his knees in front of you and laying his hands on your knees with his chin resting on top. He stared up at you with puppy eyes, his lips pulled into a begging pout.

“It so is your fault, Satori. You should have told them you weren’t going into practice today.” You huffed, forcing yourself not to look at his pout, knowing you’d only want to kiss it away.

“But what am I supposed to do with this then?” He asked, leaning back from your legs to show you his still erect dick.

You laughed, covering your mouth in surprise at your reaction, “You talked to them…. While still hard?” You giggled, having thought he’d gone soft while in the shock of the moment.

Tendou smiled mischievously up at you before pushing you back down on the bed, pressing his lips to your ear, “I was thinking about you the whole time, _______-chan…. Why don’t you help me~ and I’ll help you~?” His voice was heavy with need, once more, and you didn’t stop his large hand sneaking under his own shirt to cup and tweak your breast. “I’ll make it worth your while~.” He hummed happily when he felt your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging as a form of encouragement.

“You’re absolutely impossible.” You smiled when he pressed his lips to yours, getting back in position over your body. You were absolutely sure he’d miss practice regardless of Semi’s threat. Minutes would definitely turn into hours. And you knew the two of you would probably be missing today’s classes, as well.

This is so well done! It made me sigh with happy at him finding love and laugh when the boys broke in upon their love making!

Things You Already Know – Third Year!Kageyama Tobio

haiykuties:

Anonymous said:

OH MY GOD CAN WE HAVE SOMETHING SIMILAR TO 3RD YEAR HINATA AND PILLOW TALK BUT WITH 3RD YEAR KAGS INSTEAD?????

I am rewarding myself because I just finished the first two chapters of Pirate Book and I deserve it, dammit!

So here you have pillow talk with third year Kags!

~~Also I may or may not also do Tsukki and Yams dyou guys want me to do that?~~

Enjoy!

-Admin Jen

You lay on your bed, chest still heaving, the warmth of your boyfriend’s bare chest pressed against your equally bare back, his arms circling your middle. You felt his breath on your neck, his chin resting on your shoulder as he basked in your presence.

“Tobio,” you called. “Are you still awake?”

He groaned in response, tightening his hold on your waist. You let out a soft laugh, reaching back to ruffle his hair. He let out a small squeak, sacrificing one of his arms to bat away at you.

“No, come back,” you whined, grabbing said arm and putting it back around you, sighing upon regaining your source of heat. “That’s better,” you said, nodding in approval.

“You shouldn’t have touched my hair then, dumbass,” he told you fondly, tracing a pattern on your stomach.

“Wow, I’ve been upgraded,” you teased back. “I’m very honored.”

“Shut up.” He poked your stomach, eliciting a squeal from you. “By the way,” he started a little awkwardly, “the chocolates were delicious. Thank you.”

You smiled, half out of satisfaction, half out of pure joy. You weren’t deaf. You knew what the other girls in your year said about your boyfriend. That he had always been cute, but he somehow got even cuter over the past two years. That he was even hotter playing volleyball because his arms were out for the world to see, toned and beautiful after years and years of setting. That his brooding expression made him look so cool but his smile was even better now that he had learned how to.

It was almost ridiculous how oblivious he was to all of this.

You also knew that he had rejected every single girl that came to him with Valentine’s chocolate that day, saying that he only wanted them from one person. You had given them to him at the end of the day, after volleyball practice, and then invited him to your house since your parents were out.

He had told you about the chocolates, and about how he only needed yours, and you had ravished him then and there. He had responded eagerly, knowing exactly which buttons to push to get you writhing underneath him in pleasure. It was a familiar routine to both of you, and one that you wouldn’t trade for the world.

“I’m looking forward to your White Day contribution, if you’re even going to remember,” you joked, flipping around so that you were facing each other. He tilted his head to the side.

“Of course I will,” he replied, completely serious. “But you already knew that.”

“Oh?” you challenged. “so tell me, Kageyama Tobio-kun. What else do I already know?”

“That I think you’re smart, and beautiful, and that you’re too good for me,” he listed, stroking your hair. “But I don’t understand why you need me to tell you that since you obviously already know it.”

You smiled brightly at him, pulling him down by his neck so that his face was level with yours, and pressed his lips to yours.

“I like hearing you say it,” you said after pulling away.

“Then I’ll say it more,” Kageyama declared, a determined glint in his eyes.

You laughed, leaning up to kiss him again. He lifted you up then, shifting so that your back was flat against the mattress and he lay on top of you, cradling your face in his hands as he captured your lips in a searing kiss.

“I love you,” you whispered in between kisses.

“I love you too,” he replied. “But you already knew that.”

You smiled. “Yes, I did.”

Awwww!!! This is so precious Jen!! And YES please do one for salty (Tsukki) and sweet (Yams)!!

Kyoutani Kentarou Birthday Headcanons

hq-cuties-pls:

Yes, it’s the Mad Dog’s birthday. i know he has some fans out there, so join us in celebrating our angry, tsundere doggo!
~The Admins

SFW

Don’t throw him a party. Just don’t. He’ll flee. He’s not a party guy at all, so please respect that.

The closest thing he’ll accept to a party is a small gathering with you and a few friends for dinner and a movie. Emphasis on dinner; this child loves to eat.

Don’t take him somewhere too fancy–he gets kind of nervous and uptight in super fancy places. Just take him somewhere down to Earth, like an izakaya or a curry place. He’ll probably try and convince you to just take him to Lawson’s, but he really does appreciate your efforts.

Honestly, he’s just a fan of a quiet night in, just the two of you. Pick a movie, get his favorite take out, put his present out where he can see it (it’ll drive him crazy in a good way) and he’ll legit have the best birthday ever.

He prefers practical gifts to anything else. If you get him something frivolous, he might give you a look, like “why do I need this?” On the other hand, if you make him something by hand with a lot of love, he might need a minute to collect himself.

Really, when it comes to his birthday, just show him that you love him, you respect his needs and wishes, and give him a little attention and affection, and he’ll be the happiest of happy campers.

NSFW

Kyoutani can get very rough in bed most of the time–big fan of the fast fuck against the wall–but for his birthday, he likes to indulge in soft, sweet love-making. He likes to hold your hand in his, or press it against his chest. He just loves the skin-on-skin contact and the intimacy.

He has a slight oral fixation, so he’s a big fan of going down. He’s a bit rough when it comes to giving oral–he tends to use his teeth–but give him a bit of direction and he’ll go at you for hours.

He loves the feeling of your nails against his hair. Just touch his hair in general. It gets him going.

His favorite positions involve him on top–missionary and doggy style are his absolute go-to’s. But sometimes, just for his birthday, he likes you to ride him. He loves the view.

Don’t bother with lingerie–it just gets in the way. He’s the type to get you naked as quickly as possible, so he wouldn’t even really leave it on you long enough to enjoy it. However, if you go commando during your date, he’ll flip. In a good way.

Absolutely adores cuddling after sex, but he’s a bit of an aggressive cuddler. He tends to cling and won’t let you get up for some time. It’s ok, though, because he’s awfully sweet in the aftermath of a long, marathon fuck. You might even see the rare Mad Dog smile.

Happy birthday Mad dog!!

the weird and unlikely friendship between Tsukishima and Kageyama

volleyball-crow:

Among the incredibly unexpected things that eventually happen at Karasuno, what is probably the weirdest of them is the strange friendship that develops between Kageyama and Tsukishima.

No one is really sure how it happens. It must have been gradual, evolving by stages maybe, so no one notices until one day Nishinoya points out, “Isn’t it really weird that Kageyama and Tsukishima are sitting together over there and world war three hasn’t started yet?”

Hinata, who is Kageyama’s unquestionable best friend, is more preoccupied with drinking every last drop of his post-practice juice and replies airily, “Yeah, they do that sometimes.”

Ennoshita-san frowns. “They do?”

“Yeah,” Hinata says, “Sometimes they do their you’re-pathetic-NO-YOU’RE-pathetic routine, and sometimes they sit together and… do that. Whatever it is. I’m not exactly sure.”

Basically, at some point Tsukishima and Kageyama subtly went from teammates-with-difficulties to subtly-friends. They yell and argue and fight just about the same they always have, just a lot less often, and sometimes they can be found quietly sharing the same space. If Kageyama forgets his towel and Tsukishima notices, he’ll lend him a spare – something Yamaguchi says is a recent addition to Tsukishima’s packing practices. If Tsukishima is out of tape for his fingers, a new roll will spontaneously appear in front of him – which Hinata says is the most hilarious thing to watch, because Kageyama apparently goes out of his way to pretend he’s not doing it.

More: according to Yamaguchi, if anyone in their class – or anywhere in Tsukishima’s hearing, really – says anything remotely negative about Kageyama, Tsukishima quickly glares them into submission.

And in view of this unexpected revelation, Kageyama’s weird behaviour during the last joint training camp makes a lot more sense – the way he’d hovered around the “3rd gym group”, as they’re called, and how he’d stalked around them looking vaguely threatening. “He was making sure no one was picking on Tsukishima,” Hinata explains, looking utterly unbothered by this extremely exotic behaviour.

“How long has this been going on?” Nishinoya asks, still looking a little scandalized.

“Ehhh. I’m not sure. Hinata?” Yamaguchi sends a questioning look Hinata’s way.

“No clue!” Hinata chirps, and gets up to go get another juice from the vending machine.

“Seriously?” Tanaka’s voice is going a little shrill with the shock. “Yesterday they sounded like they were about to punch each other!”

“Yeah, they do that too sometimes,” Yamaguchi calmly says, to everyone’s shocked stares. He hurries to add, “Oh, they’re not really serious about the arguments anymore. It’s just how they do things. I think they have fun like that.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then Kinoshita voices what is going through everyone’s minds.

“They’re so weird.”

I love this on so many levels!