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oh oh the inbox is open!! can I ask forrr like late-twenties hcs for yamaguchi, hinata, and noya please? what they’re like with their s/o or just in general. all grown up :’)

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I love thinking about these boys when they’re all grown up! Like, especially beyond college even, I just love it so much!

Hope you enjoy, Anon!

Yamaguchi Tadashi

  • Okay, okay, here me out of this. Think about this kid on a motorcycle. He probably got it after he finished college cause he felt like he just needed to spice his life up and do something a little spontaneous rather than what was expected of him, right? And it’s his baby now, he loves taking it out any day or night of the week!
    • His mom totally hates it – thinks its a death machine – but he doesn’t care. He probably picked his significant other up on it for their first date or pulled into the parking lot where they were meeting for the first time on it. SWOON. But he’d always ask if they were comfortable riding it rather than assume they’d just hop on.
  • I can see him working as a waiter or barista for a year or two after he finishes college. Not only because it’s harder to get a job than people make it seem, but because he’s terrified of the idea of having to have his life figured out.
    • They surely have conversations about that very thing all the time. Yamaguchi would be hanging out at their place and they’d ask him about his job hunting and he’d just dive right in – boy doesn’t hold back on any thoughts or emotions with them, he’s a complete open book.
    • It’s also them that probably pushes him to actually actively pursuing a job related to his field. With them backing him up and supporting his choices it was a lot easier for him to feel comfortable moving forward in life!

Hinata Shouyou

  • I see this boy being an avid cafe visitor. He’s definitely got his spot that he goes practically twice and week without fail. And he always orders the same thing and tries to sit in the same spot. It’s also where I see him on his laptop checking and editing his photos – in an AU where he’s a photographer, maybe for sports?
    • Oh, this is totally where he met his significant other! Either it was someone that Hinata became painfully aware was constantly coming in on the same days as him or he just felt brave that single time seeing them and NEEDED to ask them out for coffee.
    • Lol, their first date is totally at that very coffee shop! And it’s been a symbol in their relationship ever since – like maybe they did their engagement announcements there or perhaps the proposal took place there, lol!
  • Oh, I just have this gut feeling that it took this boy a couple times before he figured out how to pay his bills on time. Like, he was always so caught up with everything else he was doing, the last thing on his mind was paying some electric bill.
    • Lol, watch the two of them be going at it in the shower or something and next thing they know the gas gets turned off and they’re just dowsed with a downpour of cold water! “NOT AGAIN!” “THIS HAS HAPPENED BEFORE????!!!?”

Nishinoya Yuu

  • My favorite headcanon to associate with Noya ever is that he and Tanaka room together and they have a complete open apartment. So, literally anyone and everyone they know are walking through the door at any given moment and it’s completely normal, they’re even greeted with offers of food – or in some people’s cases, no offer is needed!
    • And I think that even after Tanaka moves out – to move in with his significant other – that policy just sticks to him. Omg, watch him start to date his significant other, right, and they’re not aware of just how openly people wonder in and out of the place and they find themselves in quite the predicament wondering around in their underwear!
  • I just totally get the feeling that Noya goes backpacking all the time. He’s got a weekend off, hiking, he gets two weeks vacation, doing a portion of the Camino de Santiago, decides he needs to get away for a month, hiking the John Muir Trail. Oh, and it would totally mean the world to him if they were willing to go with him, even for a day hike or something.
  • Legit always in contact with everyone from the team. He calls Asahi, Tanaka, and Hinata almost every other day and the rest he chatting with at various points throughout the week, even Tsukki! They’re bonds that were very important to him and he refuses to let them all just disappear!
    • I can see him setting up reunions and such too, or maybe always suggesting that they meet up somewhere. And he always brings them along with him not only to show off his amazing catch but because he wants them to know the people that are important to who they fell in love with!

This is so precious!

A scenario of Oikawa, Akaashi and Kuroo making breakfast for their future partner with their child(ren)? Either for their birthday, they were sick or just because. Also, can you add some comedy, such as burnt food or mistaking salt for sugar? Thank you :]

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

Ahhhh domestic stuff
gives me life! I love the idea of our volleybabes growing up and having
precious babies to teach their volleyball skills to T~T I love them all so
much! Thanks for requesting! -Admin Satori ❤

Akaashi Keiji:

You didn’t know the meaning to taking it easy, regardless of
your status as being 7 and a half months pregnant. But your husband, Akaashi,
knew how to handle it, since you’d done the same for your two other children,
Takeji and Amari.

So, as soon as you started showing signs of being sick,
Akaashi had called your boss and explained that you would not be coming in;
Your boss had been relieved to get the call from your husband, thinking maybe
Akaashi hadn’t noticed as quickly as he had the previous two times, but agreed
nonetheless and submitted your already filled out paperwork for maternity
leave. You’d been asleep when Akaashi had disabled all your alarm clocks and
had your two young children hide your work shoes and briefcase.

He woke up early that morning and got out of bed to head
into the kitchen silently, pulling out all the needed supplies for the soup he’s
made for you for your health to bounce back. Akaashi yawned as he set the pot
to boil slowly as he got to work cutting up vegetables and getting the
measurements of all the spices.

“Daddy?” Akaashi turned his head to see his daughter, Amari,
staring up at him with bleary eyes. He smiled softly and picked her up, setting
her on the counter next to the stove, and pointing at her quietly so she knew
not to get any closer to where his current workstation was. Amari smiled
sleepily at her father, “Are you taking care of mama and my little sister?” She
asked as the smell of her father’s remedy soup filled the kitchen, making her
little belly rumble with hunger.

“Yes… Your mother doesn’t know when to stop pushing herself,
so she’s going to be staying home with you and Takeji until after your sibling
is born.” He explained simply before pulling out a bowl and serving her some of
the soup before he added the medicinal herbs, knowing she only liked the broth
he made. “Is your brother awake, Amari?” He whispered, looking at his daughter
as she brought the bowl up to her cherub face and sipped at the hot soup,
pulling away a bit abruptly and whining when the hot broth burnt her tongue.
Akaashi couldn’t help but chuckle, “Be careful, it’s hot.” He smirked a bit
when she squinted her eyes at him accusingly, “You saw it boiling before I served
you.” He pointed out, reminding her that she was to blame for her burnt tongue.

A tug at his pajama bottoms made him look down to see his
son, Takeji, looking up at him silently. Akaashi knew you were worried that
your son was mute or even deaf since he was almost 2 and a half years old and
he hadn’t uttered a single word, but Akaashi wasn’t too concerned. He hadn’t
spoken when he was a kid until he was in classes in kindergarten. Takeji still
had a year and a half before he started classes.

Amari smiled down at her big brother, waving at him happily,
seeming more of the older sibling than Takeji, “Daddy’s making mama and little
sister some yummy soup.” She explained after Akaashi had set Takeji next to
Amari on the counter and Takeji glanced into her steaming bowl curiously.

“How do you know it’s a sister, Amari?” Akaashi asked after
a few minutes of silence, as he finished making the soup, putting it in three
bowls before handing one to Takeji.

“I just know.” Amari smiled widely at her daddy, giggling
happily when he pulled her into his arms, “I’ll carry mama’s soup!” She
exclaimed as she took the bowl from the counter, now holding hers and yours
before marching up the stairs to the bedroom where you were still asleep.

Takeji looked up at his father after being set on his feet
with his own bowl in his hands, his dark green eyes matching his fathers completely
and making Akaashi feel like he was looking in a mirror; Or a picture of
himself as a child, at least. Akaashi smiled down at his son before patting his
head, “I don’t know, Takeji… I think it’s a little brother, too.” He murmured
quietly before taking his small hand in his and walking up the stairs to where
you and Amari were now sitting on the bed.

You looked up from your excitedly babbling daughter, who was
talking adamantly to your swollen belly, to see your husband and still sleepy
son. You smiled gently and held Takeji’s bowl as he climbed onto the mattress
before handing it back to him, “You didn’t have to, Keiji. I’m fine.” You
assured, but cursed internally when your scratchy throat made itself known.

Akaashi wasn’t going to hear it though. He knew when you
were getting sick. He took his place next to you, nudging his bowl against
yours, “Drink it.” He stated simply before doing the same with his own soup.

“Mama needs to stay healthy!” Amari whined, pouting when you
met her gaze after drinking some of your soup. Takeji nodded silently in
agreement before reaching out and laying his hand on your belly, pulling back
quickly with wide eyes when he felt the baby inside kick at his touch. Amari
giggled excitedly, “Little sister is awake and likes daddy’s soup!” She smiled
widely before laying her ear against your stomach, humming happily when you
stroked her dark brown hair out of her face. These were mornings you cherished,
and Akaashi knew. You turned your head and smiled as he was all too eager to
press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss, making your two little ones
become even more interested in your belly instead of what you two were doing.

Oikawa Tooru:

“Tooru! How do you always manage to burn down the house when
I’m just in the other room?” You yelled as you walked into the kitchen after following
the smell of burning food. Your husband couldn’t cook to save his life,
something you teased him endlessly about, but he had been training himself
behind your back. You let out a loud sigh as you stood in the doorway of the
kitchen, seeing the burnt toast and overcooked eggs.

Oikawa turned to look at you then, your 5 year old son,
Yukio, perched on his back and looking at you with more or less the same
expression your husband was currently sporting. Surprise. “Mama! Daddy burnt
ALL the food!” Yukio tattled just before squirming off of his fathers back onto
the floor and running to hug your legs. You looked down at your son, seeing his
light brown eyes staring up at you expectantly, “Daddy is going to make us all
starve! Including little sister!” Yukio cried dramatically, pointing to the
baby carriage on the counter where your daughter, Kaneko, was wrapped in her
baby blanket.

“Traitor!” Oikawa called to his son, rushing forward to grab
at him but stopping short when you raised a hand at him. He smiled charmingly
at you as he stood over you, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips
against your forehead, “Good morning to you, too, ______-chan.” He greeted,
praying you’d fall for his sweet tone enough to forget that he wasn’t allowed
in the kitchen without your supervision. “Happy birthday, as well!” He cheered
as he swayed with you wrapped in his arms, “You’re getting more and more
beautiful every day, _____-chan! How old are you today? 22?” He tried flattery,
thinking maybe you’d fall for it this time.

You didn’t though. You’d never fallen for his tricks, not
even in high school, which he had said was why he’d fallen in love with you so
quickly; You’d been the one to call him out on his masks almost daily when he’d
flirt with you. But you decided to play along, wrapping your arms around his
neck and pressing your lips against his after pulling your head away from his
lips. You two shared a brief kiss before you smiled and pulled away, “Yes,
Tooru. I’m 22. Which means I had Yukio when I was 17 and had to drop out of
high school to care for him.” You rolled your eyes and pushed him away from you
slightly before walking over to the messy countertop next to Kaneko’s baby
carrier.

It warmed your heart, truly it did, to see that your husband
had put actual effort in trying to make you breakfast in bed for your birthday.
Oikawa had never stopped trying to impress you, and you knew he probably wouldn’t
ever stop. He thought that the day he stopped trying to impress you would be
the day you’d stop loving him and move on to someone who actually deserved you.
You loved him though. You loved him more than he could imagine, and you’d told
him so on multiple occasions. And he loved you equally, if not more, but that didn’t
calm his anxiety.

“Hmmmm, could you imagine if that actually happened,
_____-chan? Like… What would have happened?” Oikawa pondered as he quickly
picked up Yukio in his arms and pinched at his cheeks as a form of revenge for
tattling on him, “Maybe Yukio-chan here wouldn’t be as much as a loudmouth as
he is now, hmmm?” He smirked at his son, who whined and pushed at his fathers
hands before trying to squirm out of his arms.

“Impossible. You’re his father. He was bound to have that.”
You said offhandedly as you pulled Kaneko out of her baby carrier and held her
close to your chest, smiling to yourself when you heard both your husbands and
your son’s whines in disagreement. “Come on, Kaneko. Let’s go back to sleep
while daddy and big brother clean up the mess they made.” You cooed sweetly at
your baby girl, feeling your heart beat faster when the 6 month old baby squealed
excitedly at hearing your familiar voice.

Oikawa stared with a pout of his face as you easily walked
passed him, “______-chan~! Come on! At least take Yukio-chan with you so I don’t
get bullied by him!” Oikawa whined loudly as you entered the bedroom. “Your
mother is so cruel to me, Yukio-chan.” Oikawa pretended to sniffle as he went
to start cleaning up the kitchen of his cooking mishap.

Yukio giggled to himself before picking up some of the mess
from the floor and putting it into the trash can, “And what about me, daddy? I
have to deal with you acting like more of a baby than little sister!” He
giggled behind his hands as his father whined louder, complaining about how
Kaneko was the only one who really loved him. “Come on, daddy! The faster we
clean, the faster we can go lie down with mama and little sister!” Yukio
cheered happily as he pushed his father’s legs to get a move on on the cleaning
already. Oikawa smiled to himself as he started to wipe down the counter and
giving Yukio the dirty plates to rinse and put in the dishwasher. This was all
Oikawa could have wanted for his life with you.

Kuroo Tetsurou:

When you turned over in bed to cuddle next to your husband,
Kuroo, and found his side of the bed cool, you frowned and sat up, looking
around the bedroom with furrowed eyebrows. Telling from the soft light coming through
your window, it was just barely past dawn, which meant it was too early for
your husband to be even close to out of bed. He cherished the days he could
sleep in.

You reached up and rubbed at your sleepy eyes, letting out a
long and loud yawn, “Where did that sly cat get to….?” You mumbled to yourself,
about to toss the blankets off of you to get up and search for Kuroo, but
jumped when you saw movement out of the corner of your eye.

“Sly cat? I haven’t heard you call me that in a while, kitten.”
Kuroo smirked as he walked into the bedroom, handing you a plate that smelled
of marvelous things. “Good morning.” He hummed as he leaned down and pressed
his lips against yours, pulling you to rest between his legs with your back
pressing against his chest.

“Morning.” You whispered against his lips, using one hand to
hold the plate of food while the other cupped his cheek to keep his lips
against yours. “What’s with the breakfast in bed? How are you even functioning this
early?” You asked curiously as you pulled away from his lips, leaning your head
against his as he rested it on your shoulder.

Kuroo shrugged and wrapped his arms around your middle,
closing his eyes with a serene smile on his face, “I can’t surprise my wife
with food?” He asked curiously, laughing softly, “It wasn’t easy either. The
little monsters were pestering me all morning saying how I wasn’t cooking it
the way you do.” He turned his head and pressed his lips to the juncture of
your neck and shoulder, smirking when you shivered in his arms.

The mention of your three children made you freeze before
putting food in your mouth; Your children took after their father far too much
for this to be a good idea. You bit your bottom lip and nudged the food against
Kuroo’s lips after he went back to resting his chin on your shoulder, “Oh? Is
that so?” You asked, biting your lip roughly to keep from smiling too wide as
he took the food in his mouth before coughing at the taste. “Haven’t you
learned from your past already, Tetsu? They’re literally little yous…
Pranksters.” You called towards the bedroom door where you could see three
heads of unruly black hair poking around the doorway to watch what their little
switch had done. “They switched some of the ingredients, I see.” You brought
the plate up to your nose, sniffing it before letting out a few coughs and
setting the plate off to the side, “Curry powder instead of salt.” You wheezed
out, feeling like your sinuses had been cleared.

Kuroo was still having a coughing fit behind you from the
spicy taste. Why had he thought his children helping would ever be a good idea?
He turned his golden gaze over to the doorway, squinting his eyes when he saw
the three culprits move to stand in the doorway with their hands behind their
back. “Sorry, daddy.” Your eldest, Souma, apologized, but the small smirk on
his face made you cover your mouth and turn away from them so you could snicker
at how identical your eldest son was to your husband. Your middle child,
Hiroshi, looked down at his feet with a slight pout, genuinely sorry for what
their little trick had done to their father. While your youngest, Misaki,
giggled and rushed into the room as best as she could, climbing onto the bed
and sitting in front of you, smiling widely when you wrapped your arms around
her and pulled her closer.

“Oh, I’m so sure you are, Souma.” Kuroo grumped, but only
for a few seconds before his own smirk slid easily onto his face, “Don’t worry,
you little monster. I’ll get you back.” He assured his first son.

“Tetsu, no threatening the children.” You reminded, laughing
gently when Hiroshi rushed to join you and Misaki on the bed, hiding his little
face in your chest when he caught his father’s eye. He was the unsure one of
your children, and that made him the victim of many of Souma’s pranks, but he
knew his father was a genius at jokes, so he usually tried his hardest to stay
out of his fathers sight so he didn’t get teased for being so naïve.

Kuroo chuckled lowly and reached his arms out to wrap around
the three of you in his arms, sticking his tongue out at Souma, “Guess you don’t
get to join in the family cuddle then, evil mastermind Souma.” Kuroo teased as
he let his right hand stroke his second son’s hair soothingly, knowing he and
Misaki weren’t involved (too much) in the ingredient mix up.

Souma stood alone in the doorway of the room, his smirk
falling and a pout coming to his face, “No fair! I wanna cuddle with mama!” He
whined loudly as he rushed to the side of bed, laughing when Kuroo caught him
in his arms and started to tickle him mercilessly, making sure he leaned back
so Souma’s kicking legs didn’t accidentally catch you in the back of your head
or one of the other little ones. “Ahhh! Daddy! Let me down! Ah! No! Why! Why
are you like this?” Souma laughed loudly, pushing his fathers hands away as
best he could, “Mama help me!” He yelled, laughing harder when Kuroo found
Souma’s super ticklish spot on his side.

“I’ll save you, baby.” You cooed as you reached behind you
and pulled Kuroo in for a deep kiss, making the man forget what he was doing
and allowing Souma to scurry into your lap with his siblings, his golden eyes
watching what you had done to stop his father’s attacks. You smiled against
your husbands lips, letting one hand reach back and stroke through his messy
hair, holding his lips to yours for a few seconds before pulling away and
turning back to your three children, who were now arguing amongst themselves
over who was more to blame for the spice prank going wrong.

You smiled widely as you felt Kuroo’s chin rest on your
shoulder again, his lips pressing against your ear, “You don’t play fair.” He
whispered quietly, his breath tickling you. You giggled and turned your head to
be able to see him as best you could, “Don’t worry, Kitten… I’ll get you back
tonight when they’re fast asleep.” Kuroo assured easily, wrapping his arms
around your middle once more and letting his eyes watch your three children
giggle and curl up against your chest or your stomach while they continued to
talk to each other. You don’t think you’d ever been excited for bedtime to
come.

Oh my god! Honestly, the reason this so long for me to finish was because I wanted to find fitting names for the kids lmao I can’t find wat Takeji means but it sounds like Keiji so I really liked it for Akaashi’s son and Amari means “Strength” Kaneko means “Golden” Souma means “True or Reality” Hiroshi means “Generous” and Misaki means “Beautiful Blossom” ******

***** These are just general google searches of the name. I don’t know Kanji, sadly, so I can’t put a meaning to each syllable. T~T

More cuteness!!!!

Ahh could I request a couple of NSFW scenarios for Oikawa, Iwa and Kuroo where their fem s/o surprises them wearing only their jersey, panties and thigh highs~ (wow I feel really sinful asking for that, oh well no shame)

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

No shame at all, I
agree! Honestly, I wish I was small enough to even think about doing this with
any of the characters T~T Oh well… Thank you for requesting this sinful
perfection! -Admin Satori ❤

Oikawa/Iwaizumi/Kuroo Bokuto/Akaashi/Daichi

Oikawa Tooru:

Your arms slid around your boyfriend’s shoulders from behind
as he sat at his desk, his laptop open and playing video feed for the latest
games of their next opponent. Oikawa was in the zone, you knew, but you didn’t
pay that any mind, knowing he’d been whining at you earlier in the day about
how you didn’t pay enough attention to him. Well, now you were available to do
so, and you weren’t going to let a video stand in your way.

Slowly, your hands slid down his shirt, and you turned your
head so you were pressing open mouthed and sloppy kisses all along his neck and
jaw, licking the shell of his ear as you slowly lifted his shirt a bit so you
could press your fingers in his smooth skin, feeling the muscles ripple under
your touch. “Tooru~…. I have a surprise for you~…” You purred into his ear,
smiling when you noticed his hand twitch towards the mouse pad, but a
particular set of the game had his attention back on what was happening on the
screen and not what was happening with your hands on his body.

Oikawa didn’t move further, his eyes wide and watching the
screen, flickering between players. He didn’t even notice what was happening
until he felt out of breath. Finally allowing himself to pause the video, he
looked down and noticed your right hand in his sweatpants while your left hand
lightly scratched against his stomach. He grunted and leaned his head back at
the feel of your hand stroking his length, but pushed your hands away in confusion
at the sight of a familiar shade of light green of the fabric you were wearing.
“______-chan….” He turned around in his chair to look at you properly. But his
mouth shut closed as soon as he set his eyes on you.

“Yes, Tooru?” You asked with a small smirk, crossing your
arms under your bust, the folding of the fabric pulling up his jersey enough to
show your favorite lacy panties, the thigh highs decorating your skin with a
lacy trim. Shivers shot down your spine at the sight of him licking his lips
excitedly. “What’s the matter, Tooru? Jealous someone is wearing your jersey
better than you can?” You teased, but squeaked in surprise when he suddenly shot
up and forced you to walk backwards until your legs hit the bed and you fell on
top of the blankets.

“Oh, on the contrary, _____-chan…. I was thinking of ways I
could get you to wear that outfit more often…” Oikawa hummed thoughtfully as he
stood above you. You were about to sit up and continue where you’d been force
to quit earlier, but laid flat on your back at Oikawa dropped to his knees
right before your slightly spread legs, his lips pressing against your inner
thigh and making you shiver excitedly.

But that didn’t stop your smart mouth. “Oh? So eager to get
on your knees for me, Tooru~?” You giggled, but gasped when you felt his teeth
press into the soft skin just below the apex of your legs, your hands flew to
the jersey, pulling it up enough to be able to see what he was doing.

Light brown hues met yours almost immediately, his teeth
digging into your soft skin again before his warm tongue swiped over the wound
to sooth the pain at least a little. You bit your bottom lip and whimpered as
he moved to press his lips against your covered core, his lips taking your
swollen clit into his mouth and letting his saliva soak your panties completely
as he sucked at your clit. The whiney moans and breathless gasps that left your
lips spurred him on, and he quickly moved upward, pushing his jersey with his
travels so it rested in a bunch above your breasts. You stared at him intently
as he pressed open mouthed, sloppy, wet kisses against your skin around your
nipple of one breast before taking the nub into his mouth. You arched your
chest against his face, closing your eyes and feeling yourself get worked up
over his ministrations.

Oikawa smirked, his eyes watching how your face contorted in
pleasure as he continued to nip and suck at your breast, his right hand
reaching down and slipping into your panties, pressing his fingertips against
your slick folds. “Ah, _____-chan~. Always so wet for your captain.” He hummed
appreciatively as he let one of his fingers slowly push into your tight hole, “Oh~
And you’re sucking my finger in. You’re so greedy, _____-chan~!” He purred into
your breast before standing up and away from your body, his hands reaching down
and pushing his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles before his fingers
tugged your panties down your thighs and off from around your ankles. “So lewd,
____-chan, laying bare like this.” He crooned down at you before crawling back
over you and grabbing the back of your knee to rest against his waist so he
could press his hardened cock against your wet folds.

You threw your head back and let out a frustrated groan, “Please,
Tooru. Please fuck me into this mattress.” His cock twitched against your folds
at your words, but he didn’t move any closer. Reaching up, you pulled his head
down and smashed his soft lips against yours, “If you don’t fuck me… I’m going
to fuck you…” You threatened into his mouth as your tongues swirled around each
other.

“_____-chan~! You’re so impatient!” Oikawa whined into your
mouth before grinding his hips against yours, his left hand holding his weight above
you while his right hand went down to his cock, stroking it a few times before
aligning with your hole and pushing himself in slowly. You arched your back and
pressed against his body further at the feeling of his length filling you, “Oh…
But the sight of you taking my cock so well is so worth the wait…” He hummed
appreciatively after he pulled away. Slowly, he pushed his hips against yours,
sliding in and out of you easily, his shaft rubbing against your clit at a
constant pace and slowly working the both of you to oblivion. But Oikawa pulled
his body away so he was standing, you still laying on the bed and reaching for
purchase in the blankets as he dragged your body closer to the edge of the bed
so he had more room to work his magic inside you.

“Ah~, please, Tooru~.” You begged, closing your eyes and
tossing your head back as you felt his calloused fingertips stroke at your
clit. “Please, please.” You whimpered, his name tumbling from your lips in a
broken mantra as he snapped his hips against yours.

Oikawa licked his lips as he stared down at you. Your cheeks
flushed with your eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed; his jersey bunched up
above your breast to reveal your pert nipples to the crisp air of the bedroom;
his hard cock thrusting in and out of your tight hole while his fingertips
rubbed at your clit and worked you closer to your bliss; his other hand
gripping your thigh hard enough to leave bruises to form under the thigh highs.
“_____-chan, you look so good. So good just for me. Taking my cock like a good
girl. Ah, you feel so good around me, ______-chan.” He whimpered into the dimly
lit room. The idea that you’d surprised him with such a beautiful view had him
teetering on the edge, and he quickened his pace, wanting you to find your end
just as he was.

He practically dove down to lock your lips together with his
as you trembled around his cock, “Ah, ah~ T-Tooru~!” You moaned into his hot
cavern, “P-please Tooru.” Your hips were moving against his and with a sharp
snap of his, you were falling over the edge with a scream. He’s glad he had
pulled away from your mouth just before snapping his hips, feeling orgasm wash
over just as you let your scream sound. He let himself cum inside you, knowing
the two of you would need a shower before bed anyway and he’d be able to clean
you up then.

“Don’t think this is over, _______.” Oikawa panted above
you, his face flushing a bit more as you looked up to meet his eyes, “You
started it, and you’re going to end it.” He smirked, reminding you how you’d so
rudely interrupted his viewing of the volleyball match. You shivered under him,
the motion causing his semi-hard cock to rub against your clit and make you let
out a breathy moan at the feeling. Overstimulation was a game you two enjoyed
thoroughly.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Okay, you admit, it wasn’t just because it was laundry day
that you were dressed in your boyfriend’s volleyball jersey and thigh highs
with just panties underneath. Though, you’d refuse anything else if asked.
Which you knew he wouldn’t ask. You knew Iwaizumi very well enough to know as
soon as he saw you wearing his jersey that he’d be all over you.

And you weren’t wrong.

“Hey, ______, do you know where my…..” Iwaizumi stopped as
he walked into the laundry room to see you bending over to get some clothes out
of the drier; Your ass high in the air, his jersey lying on the small of your back
and hanging around your stomach while your lace panties pulled up a bit on your
ass so some of it was hanging out the trimming, your thighs looking so bitable
with the decoration of your thigh highs. He cleared his throat suddenly, and
you smirked to yourself as you continued to reach for a nonexistent piece of
clothing in the back of the drier.

“Hmmm? Know where your what is, Hajime?” You asked as you
slowly pulled out of the drier, holding a towel you’d had in your hands for the
past 5 minutes just to give him ample time to stare at your ass. Turning
around, you tossed the towel into the basket of clean clothes before walking to
the washer to start another load, feeling his eyes following you the entire
time. “Is that the TV remote in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
You couldn’t help but tease as you caught sight of his hardening bulge.

Iwaizumi wasted no time as he walked up behind you, wrapping
his arms around your waist, “You think you’re so slick….” His voice rumbled
against your back and into your chest, making you shiver in his arms as one of
his hands slowly went under his jersey to stroke at your smooth skin, “What’s
all this then? Teasing me like that? Are you going to take responsibility?” He
growled as he pressed his bulge against your ass.

You bit your bottom lip and smiled, nodding as you pressed
your ass against his bulge in return, “Yes, sir, Hajime.” You whispered,
wrapping one arm around his neck while your other hand reached out and braced
against the side of the washer.

His rough hand under his jersey palmed your breast,
squeezing at it whenever you would push back against him. He hissed and shook
his head, his other hand moving from your waist and reaching out in front of
you, turning on the washer, “I don’t want to interrupt your chores, of course.”
Iwaizumi smirked before attaching his lips against your neck, his hand going back
to your waist. But it didn’t stay there for long, his hips pressing you so your
hips were pushed flat against the now vibrating washer as it cleaned your
clothes. The vibrating against your clothed clit made you lean your head
forward and rest against the cool metal machine, “That’s it, baby girl, spread
wide for me.” He growled behind you.

“Hajime… Please…” You whispered, pulling the jersey up a bit
more so you had less between you and the vibrating machine. His fingers pulled
your panties to the side, pulling his hand from your breast to hold the fabric
away from your wet folds as he let two of his thick fingers slowly press into
you. You moaned loudly, the sound being drowned out by the loud machine under
you.

“I’ve barely touched you, _____, and you’re already soaked….”
His rough voice sounded against your spine, making you shiver and whimper with
a nod. “Such a good girl, always ready for me. Ah, ah, ah, don’t pull away from
the washing machine…” He pushed your ass so you were pressing against the
vibration once again, his fingers curling inside you at the same time. He bit
his bottom lip before quickly dropping his pants and underwear, “I can’t help
myself, ____. You look so damn good spread like this.” He growled as he maneuvered
himself to press his throbbing cock against your tight hole, pushing into you
and snapping his hips so you were being pinned to the washing machine.

You cried out, gripping the corners of the machine as he
started to thrust inside you, the vibrations against your clit coupled with his
thick cock snapping into you made you see stars; You could already tell the
laundry room would be a favorite place to screw around in. “Ha~jime~!” You
moaned into the metal under you, wanting to push back against him, but knowing
he would only hold you against the machine. “Oh, God… Please, Please Hajime!”
You begged, tilting your head back and panting into the room.

Iwaizumi grunted loudly, his pace quickening, the vibrations
of the machine transferring from your clit and wrapping around his cock, making
him come closer and closer to his end. His hands were gripping so tightly at
your waist, he knew you’d show bruises the next morning. But that wasn’t on his
mind right now. Right now he was working on pushing you closer and closer to
the end. “Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck, you feel so good, squeezing me so
tight.” He groaned against his jersey on your back.

Arching your back against him, you fell over the edge just
as the washing machine’s cycle ended. He grunted against the back of your
shoulder as your walls squeezed him tightly, allowing him to find his own end
and spill his load into your tight hole. You panted loudly in the small space
of the room, leaning forward on the machine completely and turning to look at
him over your shoulder with a tired smile.

“I think laundry day is my new favorite day.” Iwaizumi
breathed heavily as he pulled out of you, his fingers stroking the smooth skin
of your ass before turning you around and pulling you to rest against his
chest.

You laughed softly and wrapped your arms around his neck,
pressing your lips against his sweetly, “Hmmm, I think we should just get a
vibrator and save on water for the washer.” You giggled as you pulled away.
Iwaizumi laughed softly and nodded in agreement, leaning forward and capturing
your lips with his once more, his hands slowly going to cup your ass and making
you squeak in surprise. You knew he was hungry for more, you’d been planning on
it really. But that didn’t mean you had to act like you knew it. Your favorite
thing to see was him get frustrated in hinting at a round two. He always gave
up and ended up showing you just exactly what he wanted.

Kuroo Tetsurou:

“______, Come on, kitten! I’m tired!” Kuroo complained from
his spot on the edge of the bed, having been about to pull you into his arms to
head to bed when you’d suddenly rushed off to the bathroom. He assumed it was a
bathroom issue, “Alright, alright. I hear your message loud and clear, _____.
We won’t go to that restaurant anymore.” He smiled before laying back on the
bed, closing his eyes and feeling sleep pull at his mind.

You took a shaky deep breath as you opened the bathroom
door, sneaking over to where he lay on the edge of the bed before moving so you
were straddling his lap in a kneel, “Tetsu~… won’t you look at me?” You purred,
biting your bottom lip nervously as his large hands slowly moved from behind
his head to stroke along your thigh highs, his long fingers tucking underneath
the fabric when he felt a fold. He kept his eyes closed, but his lips quirked
upwards in a smirk as he let one hand continue up your thigh.

Long fingers twitched back when he felt a familiar fabric,
“Hmmm?” He hummed quietly as he let his fingers feel at the material, his lips
widening when he put a piece of clothing to the feel, “Ohohoh? Someone’s
playing dress up?” His golden eyes slowly peaked up at you before looking at
every piece of you. You squirmed slightly under his gaze, lowering your body
enough so you were pressing against his groin, feeling your insides cool when
you heard his grunt at the body contact.

Smiling widely, and letting go of your lip from between your
teeth, you lifted his Nekoma jersey enough to show what was hiding underneath,
“Well, I’m very bad at dressing up if I’m still half naked.” You giggled when
his eyes widened at the sight of your lacy panties that he loved so much.

“Very bad…” He agreed as he let his eyes go from looking at
your thigh highs with the cat ear design to your lacy panties you were still
flashing him, his black and red nekoma jersey hanging on you just right. He
couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him when he noticed the plastic, but
blingy, cat ears that rested in your hair on a headband. “Even I’m not that
obsessed with cats, _____.” He teased as he reached up to pull your face to
meet his in a heated kiss.

From the hardening under the apex of your legs, you could
tell he liked what you were wearing. And he was well enough awake to enjoy what
you’d surprised him with. You licked your lips and leaned forward, your clothed
folds rubbing against his restrained cock, as you brought your hands up to rest
on either side of your face, tilting your head a bit. “Nyah~?” You smiled at
him cutely, laughing when he threw his head back with his own hearty chuckle at
your antics. Of course, you took that moment to lean forward further and press
open mouthed kisses against his throat, shivering when his hands moved from
your thighs to grip at your ass. You moaned quietly against the skin just under
his ear as his strong arms pulled you closer to him, being sure to drag you
slowly against his throbbing cock.

Kuroo grunted and pressed his fingers into your skin, one
hand snuck under his jersey and cupped your bare breast in his palm. You
whimpered and pulled your lips from his neck, tilting your head so you could
watch him attach his lips to your nipple over the smooth material. Your hips
rubbed against his as his fingertips twisted at your neglected nipple, and you
couldn’t help but pant quietly at how electrified your body felt under his
touch. “Such a dirty kitty, _____.” He smirked up at you from his spot against
your breast. You huffed and reached down between your pressed bodies, pulling
down his pants and boxers just enough to allow his cock to spring free.

“But I’m your dirty kitty, Tetsu~.” You whispered heatedly,
pulling his head up from your chest by the scruff of his hair so you could
press your lips against his to swallow his groan just has your other hand
stroked at his hard cock between your bodies. Kuroo groaned loudly into your
mouth as you continued to pump his length, and he quickly pulled his hand out
of his jersey to slip behind you, his other hand already holding your panties
off to the side. His long digits stroked along your folds, and you jolted back
from his lips in a gasp, gripping him in your hand a bit tighter in response.

His lips moved to rest against your ear as you laid your
forehead on his shoulder, your eyes watching how his cock was weeping with
precum from your hand working him. “That’s it, kitten… Watch as you jack me off
and ride my fingers…” He purred into your ear as he slipped a finger inside
your tight hole, reveling in your breathy moan and the way your walls clenched
around the intrusion. He let out a heavy groan as you swiped your thumb over
his tip, feeling your hand slightly trembling around him from you trying to
concentrate on making him feel good while his fingers worked you to your end.
But you wanted him inside you when you both fell over the edge.

You pulled his lips against yours once again, pulling your
hand away from his cock and dragging yourself closer so your clit rubbed
against his shaft, causing him to move his fingers from inside you and grip
your ass tightly. He swallowed your moans as you grinded against him for a few
moments, and in turn panted into your mouth before biting hard on your bottom lip
as he slipped inside you after one of your slides against him allowed his tip
to press into you. Kuroo pulled away from your lips to see he’d accidentally
drawn blood from your lip, quickly swooping back in and licking along your
wound, moving his hips against yours slowly to take your mind off the sharp
pain.

“Tetsu~…” You gasped quietly, wrapping your arms around his
neck and holding him close as you rode him, moving your hips against his,
feeling his length slide in and out of you with ease and making your body feel
on fire with how good he felt inside you. You tangled your fingers in his
unruly hair, closing your eyes tightly, “Oh, God…. Tetsu, right there… Please
don’t stop.” You whimpered loudly against his lips.

Kuroo smirked as he pulled away, burying his face in your
neck, “Let it out, Kitten… Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” He
murmured, one hand gripping your ass tightly under the material of his jersey
while his other gripped your thigh, feeling the soft fabric of the thigh highs
against his fingertips and repainting the image of what you’re wearing in the
forefront of his mind. He leaned back, dragging you down with him, and used the
new position to thrust up into you, rubbing against a spot inside you that made
you see stars.

Volume control was non existent whenever he asked to hear
you. “Ah~, Tetsu. You feel so good, baby. So damn good fucking me like this.
Ah, right there… Ah, please don’t stop~!” You pleaded, leaning up a bit as his
hand on your thigh went to grab at your ass like his other, his hips slapping
against yours. “F-fuck! You always know how to make me feel so good, Tetsu~!”
You scratched at his chest and stomach, feeling your walls quiver around his
throbbing cock. “Ah, shit, Tetsu.. I’m…. I… Ah..” You couldn’t even get the
words out with how his cock was sliding in and out of you, his shaft rubbing
just right against your clit. “F-fuck!” You cried out as you fell off the edge,
your nails digging into his skin. He hissed loudly and gave a hard thrust,
falling right after you, emptying his load into your tight hole and holding you
on his chest as you collapsed on top of him. Kuroo smirked contently and leaned
his head against yours on his shoulder. After a few seconds of the two of you
panting and trying to catch your breath, you couldn’t help the teasing smile
that lit up your face against his neck, “So…. I take it you like my outfit?” You
giggled, feeling his hands still holding onto your ass under his jersey.

He hummed, “Maybe… I think I need to get a view of it from
the back before I tell you definitely.” He squeezed your ass and smiled when
you laughed. You knew he wasn’t kidding. But then, you didn’t expect to clean
up after one round. Especially when you were dressed in his clothing and thigh
highs.

Whooo boy, these are hot, hot, hot!!

could you do the breakfast in bed for their partner with child(ren) with kageyama, tsukishima, and bokuto please? :) I l i v e f o r d o m e s t i c f l u f f

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

I LOVED this prompt so much when I first posted it! Ah, memories lmao I’m so useless now! xD Ah well, I’ll try my hardest, sweetie! Domestic shit is what I LIVE for!!! Hopefully this will make up… partially… for what I’m about to do to Tobio in a different request…. – Admin Satori ❤

Oikawa/Kuroo/Akaashi Kageyama/Tsukishima/Bokuto

Kageyama Tobio

Hitomi (Blue eyes) – daughter (2)

It was the sound of pacing that woke you up from your deep sleep, your eyes struggling to open, weighing down from a head cold taking a toll on your body. You could barely move with how sick you were, so you were relying on your husband to take care of you, and your child. And you figured with all his pacing, he was trying to figure out his next steps. But the moment your eyes caught sight of who was doing the soft secondary pacing, you smiled fondly.

Kageyama was pacing the hallway outside the bedroom door, going this way and that as he tried to get everything in his arms to take back to you for your comfort and care. You could see in the dim light of the morning sun peaking through your blinds that his arms were filled with blankets and pillows. And of course, just the sight of that alone was enough to melt your heart, but what really did you in was the little shadow following his exact footsteps.

Your daughter, Hitomi, loved her daddy with all her little heart, and wanted to be exactly like him in everything he did. Her little legs struggled to make the long strides her father was making, but she managed to keep up with him quite well, always being right below his line of sight when he handed her something to carry. Right now, you could just barely see her messy black pigtails over the large pile of pillows in her arms.

Suddenly you sneezed, and Kageyama jumped almost 5 feet in the air in surprise. His deep blue eyes snapped to where you were leaning against your elbow on your bed, and before you could ward him away with the threat of catching your illness, he was right there next to you. His left hand took your free right hand in his and brought it to his lips, and you relished in the sight; he’d been so awkward when the two of you first started dating in high school, your remembered him barely being able to even walk properly if he tried talking to you at the same time. You closed your eyes for a few second, letting out a deep sigh, “What has you so worked up, Tobio? I told you it’s just a small cold… It’ll be gone in a few days.” You assured, pulling your hand from his and cupping his face, stroking your thumb over his cheekbone gently.

He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, “I know… But… What if it doesn’t?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in worry, thinking back to before you graced his life, knowing he’d only lose track of himself like he did back then; focusing only on his condition for volleyball and not really taking care of himself outside of that. You’d shown him he could be someone other than his teams setter, he could be both himself and a key player without having to give one or the other up.

You shook your head, your eyes catching the movement of a shadow at the edge of the bed by Kageyama’s legs. “Tobio, it’s not that serious, sweetheart. I’ve gotten sick before… I was sick when I was pregnant…” You raised an eyebrow at him, “Maybe you’re going to be a father again?” Your suggestion made his eyes widen before looking down at your flat belly.

“S-seriously?” He asked, and you smiled at the quiet excitement in his voice; He’d fallen in love at the sight of your daughter, who he now pulled onto the bed to rest between the two of you. “D… Do you know for sure?” His voice was soft, and you looked over at your bag from the store, you’d gone to get some pregnancy tests just before the illness had incapacitated you, but you hadn’t had the strength to actually take them yet. His eyes followed your line of sight, and his body stiffened, “You were going to check… Why didn’t you tell me?” He turned his eyes back to you, and you shrugged, not really expecting it to be a big issue. You’d checked last time without him. But then, last time you’d found out he’d been away at a game overseas.

“I didn’t want to get you excited…. Just in case it really was just a bug and not something more…” You sighed, reaching up and rubbing your eyes before looking down at your daughter, who was turning her attention to whoever was talking in your conversation. “Hitomi would have to really get used to the idea of a little sibling… She’s crazy about you, Tobio.. I don’t think she’d much care for having to share you attention.” You mused quietly before looking back up at your husband.

Kageyama’s small frown didn’t go unnoticed by you, of course. You remembered how he’d wanted to be by your side throughout everything when it came to your pregnancy with Hitomi, and you knew this ‘maybe baby’ was no different. Kageyama took pride in being a father and husband more than he cared for his national career as Japan’s primary setter!

“Tobio,” His eyes met yours without any barriers, and you could tell he was disappointed you hadn’t come to him first about what you thought was happening, “I love you, Tobio… And I wouldn’t do anything to hurt your feelings… I, honestly, was going to tell you.” You assured quietly, your hand cupping his cheek once again, “Hitomi… Can you give daddy a big hug? Please?” You requested, and Hitomi almost immediately was up on her feet with her little arms wrapping around her father’s neck.

Hitomi only knew a few words, not too many to make much sense, but she was very aware of everyones emotions around her. She buried her little face in her fathers neck and babbled quietly, saying ‘dada’ and ‘papa’ over and over in some places. You knew she didn’t know why her daddy was feeling sad, but she truly believed she could make him feel better with her hugs. The innocence of a child was something that would never cease to amaze you and Kageyama.

Kageyama wrapped his arms around his daughter, pressing his lips to her little ear and smiling when she squealed and pushed away from him suddenly, “Uh-oh! Tickle monster!” You smiled as Hitomi’s blue eyes widened in faux fear and she bounced off the bed, her little legs taking her around the corner of the room and into hers in record time. But he didn’t run after her, knowing she’s get sidetracked by her toys in her playroom. You let out a sigh and laid back down on the bed, closing your eyes when your head hit the pillow; You knew his eyes were on you, and you opened your arms, smiling when you felt him lay his head on your shoulder, one arm wrapping around your middle while the other laid on your belly ever so gently. “…. If I am pregnant…. Do you want it to be a boy or a girl?” You asked curiously, burying your nose into his hair and pressing your lips against his forehead.

“I want it to be healthy…” Kageyama said truthfully, and you nudged him with a small laugh, he smiled as he stared down at his hand on your belly, “_____, I don’t really mind the gender of the baby… As long as they’re healthy.” Your fingers stroked through his hair and you could feel his breathing getting deeper and deeper.

“I think I want a boy… A little clone of you.”

Kageyama was up suddenly, and you stared at him in surprise, not being able to ask him what was wrong before he was out of the room. You sat up, hearing for his movements before letting out a small laugh when you heard Hitomi’s squeal of surprise, then he was back in the room, getting comfortable in your arms again with Hitomi resting between your bodies. You smiled and turned your body to be able to face your beautiful family. Hitomi giggled and reached up, laying her hand on her fathers face and squishing his cheeks, her giggling rising in frequency as your husband made faces while she pushed and squished his cheek. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, again, but you knew the sickness was only starting if you truly were pregnant again. But oh…. How worth it it was when you held that little bundle in your arms for the first time.

Tsukishima Kei

Satoshi (Wise) – son (7)

Hikaru (Radiance) – son (5)

Being the only female in the Tsukishima household gave you some priority. Waking up, alone, but with your breakfast already made and placed beside you, was one of them. You blinked a few times, the smell of the freshly made chocolate waffles with fresh strawberries prompting your stomach to cramp in hunger. But so early in the morning, you didn’t want to do anything but sleep in. You carefully placed the tray on the side table beside the bed before curling up in your blankets and falling back asleep.

“Daddy… Mama didn’t eat her waffles.”

“Shhhh, Hikaru, let mommy sleep.”

A large hand stroked your hair out of your face, but the familiarity of it made you smile softly, feeling the bed dip twice before you felt a small body lay against you, their little head pressed against your chest and hearing how your heart slowly beat a little faster as you came back into the conscious world.

“Good Morning, beautiful.” Your husband whispered, and you gave him a sleepy smile, seeing how he just barely sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still cupping your face ever so softly. If there was one thing Tsukishima loved, it was watching you sleep. As embarrassing as it was, he claimed you never looked more peaceful than when you slept, and just the sight would make him forget whatever argument had taken place that previous day or whenever.

You hummed, “The world must be ending for you to be calling me beautiful so early in the morning.” You teased quietly, turning your head and kissing his palm softly before looking down at who occupied your chest, seeing your youngest son smiling up at you, blinding you with how completely radiant his smile was. “Oh my goodness, who let this ball of sunshine in the room?” You smiled back down at your baby, running your fingers through his short blond hair and letting out a small laugh when his cheeks were tinted with a soft pink.

“Good morning, mama!” Hikaru greeted happily, scurrying up from his place against your chest so he could wrap his arms around your neck, pressing his lips to the tip of your nose.

Tsukishima turned and sat next to you on the bed, letting his hand stroke through your hair slowly, knowing it took a while for you to actually wake up in the mornings. He’d been the one to actually do the cooking this morning, but it’d been the idea of your two sons to make it for you. And while he’d tried his best to keep the kitchen clean, having two sons made it practically impossible. “You feeling okay enough to eat?” Tsukishima asked calmly, pulling the tray from the side table to rest on his lap, “Because if not, I think I’ll just have to share it with Satoshi.” He smirked.

“But daddy! That’s for mommy!” Satoshi piped up from the doorway, and you saw he’d gone to clean his glasses from whatever mess awaited you in the kitchen. “I can’t eat what we made for her, that’s mean.” He whined as he climbed on the bed with the rest of his family, kneeling at the foot of your bed, not being able to really see much without his glasses on.

You looked up at your husband with a teasing smile, “Yeah, daddy, that’s for me!” You stuck your tongue out at him, laughing softly when he gave you a warning deadpan stare, remembering the last time you’d called him daddy you’d ended up getting pregnant with Hikaru. Slowly, you sat up, still holding Hikaru in your arms, nuzzling your nose into his little cheek and smiling when he giggled and nuzzled his own nose against yours. “Come here, Satoshi, come give mama some cuddles.” You pouted, reaching out an arm for your eldest to come closer.

Satoshi took a lot after his father. Blind as a bat and not very outwardly affectionate. There were few days after he’d become self aware that he’d voluntarily would cuddle with you or let you coddle him. There were points in time where he’d feel vulnerable and would need your comforting hand or your words of kindness, but very rarely would he actually reciprocate any sort of cuddling motions. But being half you, he had a lot of softness to his heart. He loved everyone as deeply as his little body would let him, it’s just his father’s hard outer shell made it hard for him to express it properly. Like now.

He pursed his lips and looked down at his glasses, making sure they were completely clean before putting them back on, pushing them up the bridge of his nose so his eyelashes were practically curling against the glass. His golden eyes glanced at his father, seeing how close his dad was to actually digging into the food, before he looked over at you, “But mommy, the food? Daddys gonna eat it all, and then you won’t have any left over.” He pointed out, trying to change the subject.

For now, you played his game. Leaning over, you laid your head on your husband bicep, “Hey… uh…. You’re not… thinking about…. Eating that…. Are you?” You asked cryptically, not being able to conceal your quiet giggles when you felt him tense at your slightly threatening tone, “Because… I don’t think those were meant for you….” You reaching over and took a strawberry from the top of the waffle stack, popping it into your mouth and winking at your husband when his eyes snapped to watch where the strawberry was being hauled off to. “I’m sure there’s something else I can give in exchange for the food though, Kei.” You smiled knowingly, sitting back up and patting your youngest son on the back softly, feeling him start to fall asleep from just being in your arms. Your little radiance easily tired himself out from the mornings happenings.

“Who’s to say I’ll agree to the exchange?” Tsukishima asked curiously, raising an eyebrow over at you when your eyes widened at his response, “What if I want the waffles more?” He pondered to himself, puling a small piece from the stack before popping it into his mouth quickly.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, “Liar.” You called easily, laughing when he let out a small huff at his bluff being founded so quickly. “Satoshi? Do you want some food? We can all share it!” You smiled over at your eldest, seeing his eyes squint at your suspiciously before he slowly crawled over to sit between you and your husband. While he was focused on pulling a piece free from the waffles, Tsukishima helping him make sure he didn’t make a complete mess of the meal, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to Satoshi’s temple.

He whined and looked up at you with puffed cheeks, crossing his arms after putting the waffle in his mouth, “Mommy! Why?” He let out a long sigh, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his perturbed face; almost an exact replica of his fathers. You smiled and wrapped your free arm around him, pulling him to your chest and nuzzling your nose against his head, “Nooooo, whyyyyy, Daddy! Help me!” He reached out to his father, but Tsukishima only smirked and waved ‘goodbye’ to his son.

“Ah, don’t act, my little Toshi, you know you love mommy!” You cooed, pressing a kiss to his forehead before just holding him in your arm, your other arm holding your sleeping son. You felt a chill go down your back as you realized Hikaru was actually drooling all over your collarbone as he snoozed. “Ah, Kei!” You whined, looking at your husband, who only smirked and waved you off, “Come on, he’s drooling all over me.” You pleaded, quiet laughter bubbling in your voice at how ridiculous this was getting.

“Sounds like a you problem.” Tsukishima teased, but his hands made quick work to put the tray off on the side table once more before he was pulling Hikaru out of your arms and into his, “Ah! No, wait! Regret. Why.” His voice was barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake up his son, but you couldn’t stop from laughing at his disgusted face, “How can something so small produce so much drool?”

“I don’t know, sounds like a you problem.” You shot back easily, wrapping both arms around your eldest son, feeling your heart warm when he relaxed in your arms and let you dote on him. “I think he’s dreaming of the waffles.” You mused, snorting when your husband gave you a sour look, “Let’s just hope he doesn’t dream about being potty trained all over again.” You teased, hiding your smile in your eldest sons hair when Tsukishima gave you a concerned look.

“That does sound like a you problem, daddy.” Satoshi smirked up at his dad, and Tsukishima’s eyes widened; It was like looking in a goddamn mirror.

Bokuto Koutarou

Koichi (Light/Shining First (child)) – son (7)

Shoji (Soaring Second (child)) – son (6)

Hideki (Splendid Opportunity) – son (4)

Tetsuo (Wise Hero) – son (3)

Aiko (Little love) – daughter (1)

Waking up in the Bokuto household was always a gamble. There were a number of things that could be wrong with how bountiful your family had grown, four sons and a single daughter… The messes were bound to be plentiful. Everyday was different from the other. Every day held a new adventure for you, for your children, for your husband.

But for now, opening your eyes to your year old daughter sitting in front of your face, her little hands pressing into your cheek and patting your forehead with the lightest of taps. You exhaled with a small smile on your lips, “Ah, Aiko… You escaped your crib once more.” You mused, reaching up and stroking her black hair out of her face, hearing her babbling away quietly as a way of responding to you. Turning to lay on your back, you pulled her to lay on your chest, her little head resting on your collarbone, chewing on her hand around her babbling. “The day has started…” You closed your eyes for just a second before they snapped open at the sound of your bedroom door slamming open.

“MOOOOOM! Hideki put baby powder in his hair!” Koichi, your eldest son, called, holding his little brother on his hip as best he could while walking into the bedroom, setting the younger boy on your bed. It was true, your second youngest son’s hair was covered in the baby powder, down to his very roots. Though he hadn’t been very precise in his aim, and a good amount had landed all over his face and shoulders.

You sat up, crossing your legs and setting Aiko in the space between your legs, reaching out and running your fingers through Hideki’s hair, “What in the world were you doing with the baby powder, Deki?” You asked with a fond smile, pulling your hand back to see it completely saturated in the powder.

“I wanna be like daddy!” He hollered, having absolutely no volume control. He thew his hands up in the air and cheered, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!!”, his wide golden eyes sparkling at the mere idea of becoming like his father.

“Like… daddy?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to figure out what he was trying to say. “Oh!” You couldn’t help but laugh, realizing the baby powder gave his hair the black and white pattern that your husband had sported ever since he learned how to dye his own hair. “Koutarou!” You called, knowing your husband could hear you wherever he was throughout the house.

Koichi stood in the middle of the room, his arms crossed as he gave his little brother the stink eye, but you knew his inner monologue was somewhere along the lines of ‘why didn’t I think of that???’. “I’m going to go clean up the mess he made.” He huffed, not liking that his chores had been added to just because the four year old wanted to copy their dad. He stomped off into the room where the crime had happened. “MOM!!” Came his voice not too long after he’d left, “Tetsuo got into it too!”

“You rang, Mrs. Bokuto?” Came your husbands cheerful voice as he walked into the room, having grabbed Tetsuo and your second son Shoji before they could make a mess of the whole house. He was covered in baby powder as well, and Shoji whined in his fathers arms when Tetsuo reached over with his powder covered hands and squeezed his older brothers face.

You raised an eyebrow at your husband, your eyes going from your powdered covered sons, to his black and white hair, then meeting his large golden eyes, “You’ve created a disturbance in this household.” You teased, picking up Aiko in your arms when you saw Bokuto’s arms move to toss the two in his arms onto the bed. “Koutarou! Why? Now there’s powder everywhere!” You whined, holding your daughter close to you so none of the white mess got on her. Shoji bounced once before scurrying away, dodging his father’s arms and ducking between his legs to go get his older brother. You could hear him laughing as he ambushed his older brother, then Koichi’s responding yell of distaste. “We’ve lost another one, Aiko.” You sighed, and Bokuto laughed at your dramatization of the small issue.

Tetsuo, your youngest son, bounced twice before he just laid there, staring up at the ceiling, for a few seconds. You figured he was trying to figure out how he’d ended up on the bed, but then he was up and jumping on the same bed within seconds, Hideki copying his movements and jumping up and down with his younger brother. Little Aiko saw the fun her older brothers were having and struggling in your arms, whining and babbling, pointing at her brothers and looking back at you with determination in her gold eyes.

“Noooooo, not you, too, Aiko! Traitor!” You pretended to cry out as the little baby broke free from your hold, wobbling on her legs on the bed before Hideki helped her stand up straight, holding her hand as they jumped together on your bed. You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrows at your husband, “Kou… Your children are far too rambunctious.” You huffed, watching as he took his space next to you on the bed, forcing yourself not to lean into his embrace as he pulled you into his arms, “No more. No more babies.” You sent him a playful glare, “They only make messes and eat all my food.”

Bokuto nodded thoughtfully, but the glint in his eyes made you struggle not to laugh, “MY children came from YOUR womb… soooo I think that makes them your kids, too.” He pondered, then pouted, “Whaaaat? You don’t want any more babies? Come on, ______. I can make it worth your while.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your ear, making your face feel like it’d been set on fire. “It’s fun making babies with you… Don’t you want another little bundle of joy?”

Biting your bottom lip, your forced out the memories of conceiving each of your children, trying not to let your memories show on your face as you whined and pushed against his chest, giggling when he nuzzled his nose against your neck, “Koutarou!” You laughed, “Those bundles of joy grow up into these little beasts!” You waved your hand to show your three youngest still jumping on the bed, your ears picking up on the sound of your two oldest running around the house; No doubt Koichi running away from Shoji as the latter tried to douse him in whatever was left of the baby powder. You looked up to see Bokuto looking at your children with only the sort of pride a father could feel. Yes, it was a messy house with messy children. Yes, there were days you wanted to pull your hair out and yell at all the boys in the house for being so psychotic. And of course, there were days you reminisced on sleepless nights with your husband before your children… But looking at your children jumping on the bed, hearing your other two running throughout the house, feeling your husbands supporting arms and hearing his heart beating in sync with yours, with your children. “Alright…” You smiled up at your husband, reaching up and stroking his cheek, internally laughing when you noticed some baby powder get smeared on his cheek and jaw, “Let’s have another.”

These are so cute!! I can totally see Bokuto having a brood of children!

Can I request a college au scenario where a girl suddenly asked Kuroo to be a nude model for her photography competition?? (I am melting just trying to imagine Kuroo posing nude) at first he wanted to be cool etc. but turns out the girl is interested in his dorky self and so she tries to make him laugh during photoshoot. Or it can be just a normal portrait (not nude) it is up to you!

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

Okay… So for this one… I kinda stole the idea from a NatsuxLucy (Fairy Tail) fic I read a LONG time ago… And I really REALLy loved it…. So the fic I read was pretty lengthy and had a few angsty parts, but this will just be the condensed version, basically… I don’t really have too much time to make an entire fic haha! Thanks for Requesting! – Admin Satori ❤

Kuroo Tetsurou:

How in the hell were you supposed to do this assignment? Nude drawings? Of someone you knew? Someone who spoke to not only to your art form but to your very spiritual core? You huffed and tossed your paperwork off to the side, watching it slide just a bit out of the way and start to fall off the bench you were sitting on. You suddenly lunged for it, trying to grab just the edges when suddenly a large hand appeared on the other end of the paperwork, catching it just in time. Your wide eyes slowly traveled up the toned arm to meet a pair of golden eyes. “T-Tetsurou?” You blinked in surprise, not having expected him of all people to be attending the same school as you.

Kuroo smiled, “_____! Hey, how’ve you been?” His voice was calm, testing the waters of whatever acquaintance he still had with you. You’d grown up with Kuroo, had dated him for a few months back in middle and early high school. But things had gotten in the way, and the two of you had slowly lost touch over the years….

Try as you may, date as many guys after him as you had…

Yet, your heart still belonged to him.

“I’m doing great! Wow, it’s been a long time.” You smiled fondly up at him, barely seeing his hand place your items back on the bench within reach. “You have classes here? I would have thought the big shot you are would have gone on to be Tokyo’s greatest volleyball player!” You teased, knowing he’d, at one point, truly dreamed of becoming a national player.

His hand waved you off and you couldn’t help but laugh softly, “I’m nearly 24, ____. I can’t be daydreaming of the national team that never will be.” Kuroo chuckled, “They’re loss really.” He shrugged before taking a seat next to you, your school bag being the only thing separating the two of you on the bench. “What’s all this then?” He asked, pulling your assignment back from your bag and reading it over. Your eyes widened and quickly took the paper from him, not wanting him to see the embarrassment you’d have to be put through.

“Nothing…. Just a dumb assignment…. You know… I need a few electives before graduation is even a possibility…. So I thought ‘why not take art? It’ll be easy!’”

“And you got slapped in the face with the nude drawing assignment?” He raised a dark eyebrow at you, and, still, you didn’t meet his gaze, your cheeks dusted in a light blush. “I’ll do it for you.” He offered suddenly, and your eyes immediately snapped to meet his, “I’ll be your model.” He smirked at you, leaning towards you, squishing your backpack between his thigh and yours, “You just have to try not to fall in love with what you see.”

You laughed and pushed him away playfully, “You’re so dumb.” You mumbled before shaking your head and standing up with your things, “I couldn’t ask that of you, Tetsurou… Although we may have dated for a few months, you know as well as I do that neither of us saw each other naked, so I don’t know if I’d be too comfortable with that.” You admitted easily, moving your backpack to your chest to be able to put your paperwork back in it’s proper place.

He stared up at you from beneath his dark lashes, and your breath stilled in your throat from the intense sight. What you wouldn’t give to actually draw that stare of his and keep it for yourself. The project be damned. But his smirk made your mind clear and remind yourself that he wasn’t exactly the serious type, he didn’t really seem like he’d let you live down drawing him in all his glory. And if you drew him wrong? Sketched something completely different than how it was? Forget ever being able to think without his teasing and mocking. You knew he wasn’t saying anything for a reason. He was trying to smolder you into agreeing and have him be your model. And for fuck sake if it wasn’t working.

Sighing in defeat, knowing this was going to be one hell of a project, you closed your eyes and nodded, “Fine, Tetsurou… you can be my model.” You mumbled, “Be at my apartment around 8 next Monday… and we can get started.”

Next Monday came, and while Kuroo was undressing in your ‘art studio’, which was just a section of your bedroom that you’d designated with the best lighting for your art, you were quietly panicking in the bathroom.

The week between meeting him since high school and today had blurred past you in a series of small dates with the stranger turned close friend. He’d taken you for coffee, dinner, lunch, he’d buy your breakfast and he’d even run errands for you. You couldn’t fathom why either! You couldn’t even tell if he was confused that this was simply a project and not something you’d planned to get him back.

But each and every one of his actions towards you, his favors, his running your errands… his thoughtfulness towards you, it filled you with hope. Maybe you two would get back together.

A knock at the door scared you out of your delusions and you looked towards it with wide panicked eyes. “____? You ready to sketch this perfection?” Kuroo called through the door and you wanted to smack that smirk out of his voice. Maybe you didn’t want the two of you to get back together after all.

“I’m coming.” You called back lamely, taking a deep breath and washing your face in water before opening the door. He stood just outside the doorway, his right hand leaning on the wood of it while his left hand held a towel in place around his waist. You had to pause for a moment, blinking a few times to try to make sense of what it was you were supposed to be doing again. How could someone so infuriating and annoying be so… goddamn attractive? He smiled down at you, his black hair as messy as ever and covering half his face. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from drooling before maneuvering around him as best you could, “Come on, the assignment is due next week.” You reminded, forcing yourself from looking back at him and feel your insides warming at how fluidly and perfectly, even gracefully, his body moved as he followed you.

“You have time… I mean.. I’m not really sure how thought out this project needs to be, but all that’s left now is you to actually draw me…” He shrugged, following your instruction as you placed him on your rented model stand, moving him around to best suit your art style. He watched you closely, even when you turned his head to best fit what form you were going for, and the way your eyes focused so intensely on his bare skin made his heart almost beat out of his chest. He still loved you. Years later, and you were still on his mind, running through his dreams, reminding him to better himself. He wanted you back, he truly did – that’s why he’d taken up this opportunity to be your model… So he could spend his days with you while his dreams were filled with you during the night.

Finally the moment for his towel to be removed came and your hands shook as you reached for the fabric – his only cover from your eyes. His eyes watched you intensely, and you couldn’t help but notice the small blush on his cheeks as your hand made contact with the towel, the slightest pressure making his usually calm nerves suddenly become erratic. You suddenly cleared your throat before pulling the towel from his waist, tossing it behind you so as not to hide from the entire view of his body.

You didn’t really know what you’d been expecting. He was a tall young man, dark bedhead hair, long long legs that you felt went on forever, everything about him was relatively big… And his penis was no different. While the moment called for embarrassment, Kuroo was thankful he wasn’t sporting a hard on with your first viewing of all of him. But he knew the more you looked at it, the more self conscious he’d become about his size and his exposure.

Realizing the moment was becoming a bit more embarrassing than an artist needs to make it for their model, you stepped back, tilting your head this way and that to make sure everything looked in place. Everything. The assignment asked for an organic type of pose, not something completely robotic and mechanical looking. Sighing, you sat down and pulled the paper close to you, getting ready to work your magic. “Okay…. Tetsurou…” You called quietly, seeing his golden eyes trained on you still, “Don’t move.” You instructed, seeing his lips quirk in a small smirk before you were focused on getting his exact likeness in your drawing.

“This just looks absolutely awful…” You groaned into your hands after closing your journal. It’d been a whole week since he first came to pose for you, and almost every day since you’d worked endlessly on the art piece so it was absolutely perfect. You’d barely had any sleep, and you were wearing yourself almost completely ragged; Kuroo saw this, and not only felt enormously guilty for not being the perfect model, but also felt concerned over your dedication. Were you putting this much effort just because it was him? Or did you give this much of yourself in all of your pieces? When you both had reunited a little over a week ago, you’d spoken of the class as if it was something to laugh at, so he figured you’d just half ass it and turn it in…

He looked over at you, breaking his pose and seeing you visibly shaking. Kuroo integrally panicked before grabbing the towel to wrap around his waist and walk over to you. He took a seat next to you and let his right arm rest on the other side of your body as he nudged you with his shoulder, “No way – if you’re the artist, I’m sure it’s perfect!” He tried to encourage, but couldn’t really formulate what exactly he wanted to say. His left hand reached for the journal, but you slapped it away. His hand recoiled and he gave you a shocked expression, “What? I can’t even see it?”

You shook your head, “No. It’s completely just a mess… I can’t get your likeness at all.. Every time I try… It’s like my hand automatically reverts to cartoons and hard lines…” You whined, tossing your head back and feeling only a little surprise when the base of your head came into contact with his shoulder. You groaned and closed your eyes, “I think I’m just going to drop the class… Then I can take something better or easier – it’s just an elective anyway…” You muttered, your frown slowly turned into a pout and you crossed your arms over your chest; Now you were just being childish.

Kuroo smiled down at you, and before he could actually think about what he was doing… His lips were gently pressed against your pouting ones. You only tensed for a moment, having not expected him to make his move at this juncture of your struggling, but in the next second you were kissing him back. No one said anything, there was no apologies for inviting himself into your personal space, and there was no hesitation or rejection coming from your end. It’s almost as if the two of you just continued where you’d left off back in high school.

Only…. He was still naked.

You don’t know when or how this had happened; when you’d fallen for him all over again, so easily, without any fear. But you had. You’d always loved him, but falling in love with him all over again had definitely been an adventure for the both of you. An unexpected turn in your lives, two souls finding one another again after time apart. And you were completely positive your hearts and your souls would continue to find each other – no matter how many times the two of your separated.

The morning light streamed through your blinds right into your eyes, and you inhaled suddenly as you were pushed into the conscious world. You blinked a few times, holding your hand in the way of the sunlight so your eyes were thrown in the shade once more, trying to get your bearings. You closed your eyes again, feeling your body come into your senses once more, feeling soreness.

Soreness…

Your eyes snapped open and you sat up in your bed, looking down at your body as the sheet fell away to reveal your decorated skin. The decorations being hickies and bruises. You blinked, not understanding what it was you were currently seeing, not understanding what you’d just done with the person sleeping in the bed next to you…

Turning your head, you finally realized someone was sleeping next to you. As peaceful as ever, Kuroo slept while facing you, his left arm thrown out and resting over your waist while his other was bunched up under the pillow under his head, his lips were a little bruised and slightly parted; You could hear his steady breath as he continued to dream, his lips twitching into a serene smile now and then, and you wondered what it was he was dreaming about. Though, you had an idea of what it could be. His hair, as bedhead as it usually is, was actually pushed back from his face while he slept, making his expression look all the more relaxed with the new reveal of the right side of his face.

Something was running through your veins, and you reached over him as quietly and discreetly as you could to grab your sketching journal. Sitting back, keeping his arm on your waist, you focused all your energy into drawing his likeness into the paper; the only sound in the morning light being the scratching of your pencil on the paper, and yours and Kuroo’s combined breathing. Though, focusing so much on your drawing, you noticed you were holding your breath most of the time. Motivation wasn’t what pushed you – it wasn’t even inspiration… It was something more. Something stronger that pulled your hand over the paper, getting all his angles and gentle curves – every point in his messy hair to the very delicate curvature of his lips and eyelashes.

The final product was… There were no words for how not only perfect it’d come out, but for how the picture you’d drawn almost completely mirrored the peaceful man beside you. You placed your journal and drawing utensils off to the side of the bed, knowing your class wasn’t until later that day, before curling up in the blankets once more, scooting as close to Kuroo as you dared. But you didn’t have to worry about waking him up by getting too close, because once he’d felt you start to stir, he pulled you close to his body with the arm that was laying on you. You tensed just the slightest, waiting for some teasing remark from him or even some snarky confidence – but the only thing you heard was a content exhale. You closed your eyes and let your ear rest against his chest, hearing his heart beating strong in his chest. And you realized…

His heart beat matched yours – exactly. In every way possible. You felt connected to this man in more than just the physical sense. You felt it spiritually. You felt his soul entwining with yours, and you knew you could overcome anything as long as he was by your side.

Your teacher said you’d mastered the assignment.

Edit: So I realized after making the entire scenario that the request was for PHOTOGRAPHY!!!!!….. I done goofed!!!!! Uuughhh But I hope you like it, sweetheart!!! Please accept my apologies!!!! 

I love this and I think it works better somehow as a sketch instead of photography. Really well done!

Scenario of Hyuuga now a coach of a high school team (can be Seirin if you want) and his cute wife brings him his forgotten bento. Hope it’s not too specific!

sportanimefantasies:

Coming right up @vball-baes-bball-babes! It’s short but I hope you enjoy it!

“Again!” Hyuuga commanded again as soon as his players reached the court line. His eyes trailed each player as they ran at their own pace, hearing echoes of their pants throughout the gym as they abruptly stopped at the beginning line. “Again!”

As the new generation of Seirin’s basketball players sprinted across the court, Hyuuga noticed some of the boys look towards the door behind him. He turned to find you with a smile. Hyuga smiled at you as you walked towards him with a wave. The Seirin basketball players began to loudly pant as they finished their run.

“Okay, five-minute break. Go!”

“Yes, Coach!” the team responded just before they ran off even faster than their sprints. Their water bottles were calling them more than finishing the sprints wholeheartedly.

You giggled to see your husband shake his head. “Don’t be so hard on them right now. It is the first week of practice.”

“Go ahead and say that in front of Riko and see how she responds. She’ll think I’m even weaker than I was in high school,” Hyuuga scoffs. His eyebrows raise to see the bag you held behind you. “What’s that?”

“You forgot your bento, so I brought it to you,” immediately, you pouted. “Just how busy have you been that you forgot to eat lunch?”

Hyuuga flinched with a nervous smile. It grew even timider when you began to scowl. Your body leaned closer with the plastic bag up but your scowl would not leave, even as Hyuuga rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish laugh. Your growl became more intimidating.

Wives were scary.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Hyugga protested in a hushed tone. You had to hold back your small laugh when Hyuuga’s cheeks became pink. He would look to his players that snickered then back to you. As he snatched the plastic bag swiftly, Hyuuga snapped to his players with a pointing finger. “Time to lift weights, go!”

Immediately, every player groaned as they ran to the weight room.

You laughed. As Hyuuga turned to you with a pout, you grasped his shoulder and stood taller. The softness of your plump lips against his cheek made his cheeks turn to a bright red.

“H-Hey, I told you not in front of the players,” Hyuuga grumbled. Your husband was the cutest ever. As you kissed his cheek again, a smile shyly appeared.

“That’s why you sent them to the weight room, right?” you teased, poking Hyuuga’s nose.

Suddenly, Hyuuga wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him. The two of you laughed together when your lips pressed tightly against each other. Your eyes met as your foreheads pressed against each other. The aura of the gym changed from hectic and cold to comforting and content. Hyuuga could never admit it, but it was obvious his world could change in seconds.

“Thank you. I’ll see you at home, okay?” Hyuuga said as before kissing your lips lightly again.

You lightly pressed your lips against his with a small laugh. “Hurry home, okay dear?”

Awwwww!!!! Thank you, this is so cute!!! I simply adore Hyuuga and this was a pleasant surprise to get tonight!

Let Me Be Honest

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

haiykuties:

Hey everyone, it’s Lana. I need to finally get something off my chest that has been weighing heavily on my mind for a while. I’m sure you’ve seen several posts floating around tumblr about how writers don’t seem to be getting as much notes and feedback which bothers them. If I’m being honest, mostly with myself, it does affect how I write and how frequently I fill out requests. I love writing, I truly do, but lately it’s lost all of it’s spark. 

It’s a bit frustrating when I spend a lot of time and effort on a request to make sure that my readers enjoy it, but nowadays I hardly get notes for my writing. It’s not any one person’s fault specifically of course, and it could be contributed to a fandom that’s simply not as active anymore, but it’s very discouraging to me at least. There’s nearly 5,000 of you and it’s hard enough to get close to 50 notes. No, I don’t write for notes, of course, but I don’t want to keep writing if it’s no longer satisfactory. I don’t get paid for this and I don’t ask for payment per request, this simply isn’t very fulfilling at this point in my life.

I’m sorry if it seems like my thoughts are all over the place (because they are), but my point is that feedback is so very important to writers. At this rate, I won’t be updating as often anymore because I don’t enjoy it right now nor do I think others do. Hopefully you won’t be too upset with me when you read this, but unfortunately this is what it’s come down to for now. 

-Admin Lana 💫

I’ll have to agree on this point everyone!

I LOVE writing, I love writing about our volleyball boys, I love writing about my OCs, I love writing angst and nsfw and much more!

But y’all are KILLING me with the small notes….

Like I’m not saying “my work is so amazing it should get a like every time” but I have almost 2,500 of y’all following me and yet I only get an average of MAYBE 20-25?

I actually have a few more requests lined up that I’m writing and should be posting within the next couple of days – so I’m not as upset as Admin Lana, but I completely understand where she’s coming from!

I bust my ass to write something y’all like, and it’s very discouraging and at times heartbreaking to barely get anything back in the form of feedback, reblogs, likes, comments….

I don’t know, this may just be a moot point and may not change anything, but I’ll continue to tough it out at least until the ask box is emptied out.

I owe you all at least that much…. 😓

-Admin Satori 💔

I echo everything here, it’s a trend that is rampant throughout almost all content creator contribution sites.

It’s so discouraging to work hard on stuff only to receive like two percent return on it in feedback.

And don’t think we don’t appreciate you as individuals, each ask (within reason) are important to us but at the same time we are left feeling like we are contributing to a black hole.

I know season 4 of Haikyuu doesn’t seem to be coming any time soon but with the amount of manga readers and those seeking content to supplement waiting for new canon material or just wanting a different flavor of content for much beloved characters I have a hard time fully believing the fandom is dying or dead.

I hope the amount of posts y’all are seeing of this nature from small, medium and large blogs (in terms of followers) will drive home the fact that hobby or not, we as content creators are sad, tired, discouraged and disappointed by the lack of feedback. And I think I’m safe in saying those feelings embed deep in our minds and hearts and we doubt ourselves first.

That begins to eat away at motivation, inspiration, energy and desire to write. It’s the cold hard truth. I’m so tired of playing down and apologizing for asking for feedback.

I’m tired of begging.

I entered the world of Tumblr not only to find more content but more interaction than I was getting elsewhere. I don’t think creators should be shamed or mocked for our need, yes our NEED, for feedback.

If writing just for the sake of writing were enough, none of us would have reason to post. We’d write for ourselves and keep it. But we want and need to hear from you, to know our work is being read, enjoyed and that you want more of it.

In the grand scheme of things, we’re putting HOURS of time, energy, effort, heart and soul into creating content (most of it FOR FREE) and we can’t get feedback appropriately proportioned to the number of followers we have. That has to stop or the likelihood of blogs continuing to go on indefinite hiatus or disappearing all together will be the new trend.

I know this turned into a rant but these things need to be said.

Please give feedback, please reblog, please like, please send us messages of appreciation (or constructive feedback so we can improve).

PLEASE DON’T BE PART OF THE BLACK HOLE.

Update; I need help more than ever now

ourneverendingpossibilities:

It’s as the title suggests,  I’m in desperate need for help guys.

I’m currently -900.00 CAD in my bank, and I have no idea what to do..  A third of that was because of my new bed, which I needed badly and I couldn’t use my credit card for since my mom doesn’t know about it.

Even with two jobs, I still need to pay my bills, so as soon as I get paid, it covers part  of the overdraft, but not enough. I really need help getting out of this cycle.. I had already taken out a loan to cover my issues the last time.. But it’s gotten bad now.. 

On top of that, I had to move  back home because me and my sister got  into a huge fight that just can’t be fixed. To this day, she’s taking anything I say, flipping  it, and telling  people I’m saying the opposite or I’m saying bad things about other people.. I’ve been losing friends because of her.

My parents don’t know how deep in I am because they have enough health issues.. I can’t afford to give them more stress. That and they wouldn’t  be able to help me since they get a fixed income. There’s no room to help in any way. 

As soon as I clear enough money out of my overdraft, I’ll be reducing the amount so it’s not as taxing.. or seeing if I can get rid of it altogether… But I sincerely need help guys..  I don’t know what else to do,  because I get charged interest for every day I’m in the negative… It’s going to hit hard next month when I get my monthly fees taken out.

Commissions are still open.

Paypal: tiana.ungerer@robertsoncollege.net 

I should also say,  I’m still responsible for paying half my rent  at my other  place… so I’m even more in the hole because of that..  if I didn’t have to, I wouldn’t be in such a panic. But I also got sick and I have a messed up back.. It’s to the point  I don’t know what  else to do… If you can reblog this, please do..

Hey guys, if you’re able please consider helping Tia out!

Can i have headcanons about Iwaizumi and Akaashi? They are childhood friends with reader, who had feelings for them since then. But boys didnt notice them at all and dated other girls whereas reader was burning out of jealousy and has become self conscious. But suddenly when they were in uni all grown up they finally admitted their crush for them and they are so worked up like,how am i supposed to make reader like me back? Lysm and thanx❤🌸

haikyuvolleydorks:

This is gonna be a long one (I might have gone overboard with it), so strap in for the ride and maybe prepare your heart as well. This may or may not be based on real life experiences.

Well, I just realized after writing Iwaizumi’s part that I had read the request wrong. Sooo, I guess enjoy the kinda reverse request for his part even if it’s not exactly what you asked for. 

– Admin Zee

Iwaizumi Hajime

  • From as far back as you can remember you, Iwaizumi, and
    Oikawa had always been friends. From elementary, to middle school, and even
    into high school, the three of you were always seen together apart from being
    in class or the boys having volleyball practice.
  • You were very close to both males, however you did favor
    Iwaizumi a bit more because of your crush on him. You had always admired the
    dark haired male, but it wasn’t until your second year of high school when you
    realized your admiration had transformed into a full blown crush.
  • Your crush didn’t affect your interactions with Iwaizumi too
    much other than your heart beating faster whenever he smiled at you. And
    luckily, or unluckily for you, it seemed he was completely oblivious to
    anything out of the ordinary that you were doing.
  • However, Oikawa being the “Oh-so observant bastard” as you
    liked to call him much to his dismay, noticed the shift in behavior. But boy
    was he excited. He essentially made himself your personal cheerleader as you “go
    seduce your beloved Iwa-chan!” You promptly whacked the brunet with your handy
    textbook then hugged him right after. Having Oikawa supporting you through this
    entire endeavor was probably the best help you could have ever asked for.
  • Since Valentine’s Day was just around the corner, Oikawa
    suggested that you confess to Iwaizumi around that time to be romantic. You
    laughed at the cheesiness of the idea, but after giving it a bit of thought you
    decided that the cliché really wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
  • After much encouragement and some strong urging from a
    certain annoying yet lovable brunet, you finally built up the courage to pour
    out your feelings into a letter and brought it to school on Valentine’s Day
    intending to finally tell Iwaizumi how you truly felt about him.
  • The romantic holiday soon comes and you’re feeling pretty
    nervous about the whole thing you and Oikawa so painstakingly planned out, but
    you had made up your mind that you were going to accept his answer whether it
    was going to be good or not.
  • You don’t get the chance to give him your letter first thing
    in the morning since he has early practice and the two of you don’t share the
    same homeroom. But you are in the same class as Oikawa and he’s just as excited
    as you are nervous. He’s practically beaming at you and completely ignoring any
    of his fangirls, which earns you a couple dirty looks from some of them. But
    there are a few who think the two of you are actually together and you can hear
    them whispering about how great a couple you two make.
  • You take their words as a complement and it boosts your
    confidence just a little bit. Throughout the entirety of the class, you’re
    clearly distracted and unconsciously run your finger over the edge of the
    simple white envelope you decided for your letter.
  • Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of class, you
    mustered enough courage to go give Iwaizumi your letter during lunch, however
    it’s the very guy that you want to confess to that throws a wrench into your
    plans. When you and Oikawa get to the usual spot for lunch, the dark haired
    male is nowhere to be found.
  • Oikawa, of course, offers to help you look for him, but
    while you appreciate the help, you know his fangirls are going to swarm him way
    before he can even get the chance to start looking. You go off on your own, promising
    to go back to find him immediately afterwards and tell him all the details.
  • Now, full of hope and nerves, you set off to go find
    Iwaizumi and after a while of searching, you find him near his homeroom. You’re
    about to call out to him, but your voice is caught in your throat and your
    chest tightens to the point of physical pain when you see another girl, someone
    far more beautiful and deserving of Iwaizumi, confess to him.
  • You let out shuddery breath while clutching the letter to
    your heaving chest, trying to keep in the building sobs from escaping and silently
    leave. Walking away from the scene, you try to save yourself from anymore
    heartbreak, but you don’t leave fast enough and hear Iwaizumi accept the other
    girl’s confession.
  • Just like that, you feel your heart sink to your stomach and
    clasp your hands over your mouth. You bite your lower lip to resist the urge to
    cry, but a few stray tears still manage to fall. Refusing to let yourself cry
    over such a trivial thing, you rub your arm over your eyes to wipe away the
    tears. The paper of the letter crinkles under your tightening grip and you
    stare at it with distain. You grip the now wrinkled envelope with both hands,
    intending on ripping it into shreds and throwing them away, but you stop
    yourself just as a small tear appears.
  • Screw boys and screw everything. You weren’t about to
    destroy something you poured all your heart and feelings into. You run your
    hand over the parchment to smooth it out then return to homeroom without even
    going back to Oikawa or for your lunch.
  • When the brunet does come back, with you untouched lunch box
    in hand and a slew of fangirls in tow, he notices your dead expression almost immediately.
    But you just stay silent thought his barrage of questions and give nothing
    away. He’s finally forced to stop when the teacher walks into the room, but he
    just can’t stop fretting over you. Even after being your friend for as long as
    he can remember, Oikawa has never seen you look like this before.
  • The rest of the day passes as a daze and you manage to
    escape from Oikawa after class before he could start worrying over you like a
    mother hen. You leave school as fast as you can and you finally break down once
    you inside the safety of your room. All the emotions you had walled away
    finally overflow.
  • Tears stream down your cheeks and this time you don’t try to
    wipe them away. And that’s how Oikawa finds you, huddled in a dark corner of
    your room with tears dampening your clothes and as silent as you had been at
    school.
  • He had ditched practice, something completely unheard of
    from the volleyball obsessed idiot, and ran all the way to you house in order
    to check on you. His heart is essentially shattered when he sees you in such a
    destroyed state and he just wraps his arms around you.
  • Just having Oikawa there was too much. All the love and care
    he was showing you was too much. Everything hurt too much. Finally, in the arms
    of your best friend, you break down sobbing. And the two of you stay like that,
    with Oikawa holding you tight and you clinging to the brunet as you sobbed your
    heart out.
  • It takes a while, but eventually your teas stop falling.
    However, it doesn’t stop the ache in your heart. You don’t want to say it, but
    you tell Oikawa about what you saw earlier. It wasn’t Iwaizumi’s fault. You
    were simply too late.
  • And so, your days of high school went on. You couldn’t just cut
    Iwaizumi out of your life. He was still your best friend, but every time you
    saw them together you slowly began convincing yourself that he wouldn’t have
    even chosen you in the first place if there was someone as smart, beautiful,
    and caring as the girl who confessed to him.
  • You continued supporting him and even so, your crush on him,
    who was now the ace, never died. But when he broke up with her, you weren’t
    even happy. You had fully convinced yourself that you had no chance at all. So
    you slowly began distancing yourself in order to stop the aching in your heart
    whenever you saw him.
  • Your third year passed in the blink of an eye and soon
    enough, you found yourself among so many new faces in a university lecture
    hall. However, you never expected to see Iwaizumi himself sit right next to
    you. The two of you saved the greetings until after class, but
    you weren’t prepared when he asked you why you had avoided him. He even pointed
    out that you didn’t realize the two of you had gotten accepted into the same
    university. You struggled to find the words to explain, but luckily your senpai,
    who had been looking for you, pointed out that the next lecture was starting
    soon.
  • That, however, wasn’t the last time you saw or even heard
    from Iwaizumi. He started texting you daily and slowly but surely, the two of
    you built back the friendship you once shared. But one day when you gave
    Iwaizumi your notes, you accidentally gave him you years old confession letter
    by accident. You had had kept that old thing for years, but now that old
    feelings were starting to resurface you wanted to have a chance to confess.
  • You didn’t even realize that it was tucked in between all
    the other papers, but Iwaizumi does when he looks through them. He inspects the
    old letter and seeing that it was addressed to him, he opens it. And by the
    time he finishes, he’s shoving all of his materials into his backpack and takes
    off looking for you.
  • He shoots you a text as quickly as he can and finds out that
    you’re heading back to your apartment. Right now Iwaizumi is desperate to get
    to you. He has to tell you that he felt the same way, but he never had the
    courage to tell you. And he finds you in the hall to your apartment while your
    senpai confesses to you. But he’s not about to let you go without telling you
    first.
  • You hear Iwaizumi calling your name, and the poor guy is
    completely winded and completely hunched over from running all the way to your
    place. You essentially ignore you senpai’s confession and rush over to help
    Iwaizumi when he confesses to you out of the blue. Of course you’re shocked
    until he pulls the letter out of his backpack and you realize that he read it.
    Your senpai realizes that Iwaizumi is the guy that you told him about and he’s
    happy for you and takes your answer in stride, leaving the two of you to have
    your moment. 
  • After he catches his breath, Iwaizumi tells you everything
    and you nearly break down in tears. He wraps his arms around you and says that
    you have every right to not chose him, but you just shake your head and return
    the embrace.
  • “It has always been you and it always will be you.”


Akaashi Keiji

  • You and Akaashi had been friends ever since birth. Your
    mothers were good friends and just so happened to live right next to each other,
    so the two of you obviously became good friends too. The two of you almost did
    everything together and most likely if one of you was out, the other wasn’t too
    far behind.
  • Akaashi was always loved by everyone around him because of
    his gentle mannerisms and brilliant mind, but he only ever had eyes for you. While
    you on the other hand only gained the attention of teachers due to your hard
    work and academic diligence, but you never had any guy ever come up to you
    besides Akaashi.
  • You always looked around and saw guys with other girls, and
    you wondered why no one ever came and talked to you. Was it was because you
    never talked to anyone unless they talked to you first? Or maybe it was because
    you were just not pretty enough.
  • You never though your own beauty standards were a problem.
    It wasn’t like you didn’t make an effort to make yourself look presentable, it
    was because you thought spending you money on makeup and the time and skill it
    took to apply it wasn’t worth it. But after seeing all the pretty girls with
    faces all done up getting all the guys, maybe you had to give it a try.
  • So for one day, you wore makeup to school. And nothing
    changed. No one still noticed you. No one still talked to you. Nothing out of
    the ordinary happened. It was like any other normal day at school. But there
    was one person who noticed your new look and complemented you immediately.
    Akaashi.
  • He saw you when you first left the house and a faint pink
    dusted his cheeks when how the simple makeup you had put on brought out your
    eyes and accented your cheeks perfectly. But you just brushed it off as something
    he would normally say. He would always say that he liked you or he would always
    stay by your side, but you only ever though he was saying that because he was
    your best friend
  • On the outside, the setter looked the same as he always did,
    but on the inside his heart was doing flips. You were so beautiful. His mind
    was working overdrive, going through all the scenarios that were possible if he
    confessed to you right now. But by the time he had gotten through every possible
    option, the two of you had already arrived at school. And that little smile you
    shot him as you were leaving did nothing to stop his heart from pounding even
    harder.
  • Every moment of that day he spent thinking of nothing but you.
    However, the next day when he came to pick you up for school you seemed…off. Your
    smile was strained and you seemed to always be deep in thought or spaced out.
    But you just brushed off his concerns, leaving Akaashi even more worried about
    you.
  • He loved you, he really did. And not in the platonic way. He
    wanted to be in a relationship with you. He wanted to take you out on dates and
    do things that couples would do. But most of all, he wanted to make you feel
    loved for the person that you were. You on the other hand, had other things in
    mind. That was the last morning he walked to school with you.
  • You no longer came to his early morning practices and you
    were no longer there after practice was over either. Akaashi chalked the first
    few times as just accidents or due to sickness, but he started to get worried
    after the first week and came over to see you. Like usual, you brushed off his
    concerns for you and just made up some lame excuse about upcoming exams and
    university.
  • Akaashi didn’t buy it for a second, but it seemed like this
    was all you were going to give him. So for the rest of his third year, he spent
    more time with you and found out your dream college. Why? In order to go with
    you so you would never be alone. And so he could work up the courage to
    actually confess to you in a way that would make you understand that there was
    someone who truly loved you.
  • Luckily, he got into the same university as you and he began
    planning the perfect way to confess his feelings to you. He knew you wouldn’t listen
    to just his words alone and even if you did he had to do it in a way that would
    make you like him back as well. Poor Akaashi spent weeks coming up with all
    kind of scenarios and stressing over which one would be perfect for you, when
    he realized that White Day was coming up. You hadn’t done anything on Valentine’s
    Day, but that didn’t matter to him. That day would be just for you.
  • You were once again alone watching guys give girls return
    presents and you heart ached. You wanted to feel the same way they did. Just
    when you were about to walk past all the happy couples and sadly make you way home,
    you heard Akaashi calling you name from behind you. And to your surprise, he
    was holding a beautifully put together bouquet of lilies, daisies, and red
    roses which he handed to you. You wanted to say something, anything, but he
    stopped you before you did.
  • “I want you to listen to me, __________, and I just want you
    to listen until I finish. For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved you with
    all my heart. I remember telling you time and time again, but you though I was
    saying it as a friend. But I meant it every time. Those people in high school
    who didn’t pay you any attention were all fools. I watched you grow up into the
    beautiful woman that you are today, and I finally mustered up the courage to
    tell you this. I love you, ________. I want to make you feel loved. I want to
    always be by your side and give you the happiness you deserved for all these
    years. Would you be my girlfriend?”
  • You had ended up crying near the end of Akaashi’s speech and
    you essentially flung yourself into his arms when he finished.
  • “I love you, _________. Since
    then, to now, and forever.”

I’m a sucker for unrequited to reciprocated love! These are great!!!

serves-up:

Who would Seijoh Fall For?

A/N: I wasn’t originally going to do the First and Second years but I did them anyway? Hopefully I pegged them right 🙂 enjoy!

Oikawa: He finds himself attracted to level-headed, down-to-Earth people who have a fun-loving side to them as well. He doesn’t really have a preference for introverts or extroverts, but it’d be best for whoever he dates to be accustomed to meeting other people and going to games or parties. Oikawa gets stressed easily because he overworks himself and bottles up this side of him/negative emotions in general in order to not distract from his cheery, popular side. Someone who’d be there for him at his worst and won’t judge him and also get him to vent would be great. They need to be sympathetic towards his issues, but strong-minded and won’t let him keep up with behaviors that hurt him or others around him. They also need to understand how important volleyball is to him and can work with his schedule. He’s a pretty affectionate guy too, so anyone receptive to that would be ideal.

Iwaizumi: He prefers people with personality traits similar to his (responsible, rational, mature) but are more animated and childlike (idealistic and inspiring, not immature and overly emotional) than he is. He would enjoy someone with an optimistic view on life and is loyal to the people they associate with. He also likes people who are strong-willed and take charge of situations instead of being a follower or pitying themself. A calm, caring spirit would suit him well, too.

Matsukawa: A chill person with a mischievous side is the perfect match for him. Mattsun just wants someone who’s low maintenance and can have deep conversations with, but can also pal around with him and crack dumb jokes with. He can also be a a tease, so he needs someone who won’t get offended at his comments easily.

Hanamaki: Similar to Matsukawa, Makki wants someone he can easily make jokes with and will tolerate his occasional teasing, however, he prefers more outgoing/louder people to calm people. He also likes people with loud or odd laughter, he really enjoys hearing it and it makes him crack up as well. Also he’s pretty keen on pranks, so someone good at them would be a huge plus in his book.

Kyoutani: Mad Dog-chan gravitates towards people quite unlike him. People who are helpful, kind, and sympathetic towards others catch his eye. His general awkwardness and “tsundere” personality requires whoever he falls for to be outspoken and understanding so they can catch on to the true feelings underlying his intimidating exterior and let him know how they feel.

Yahaba: Definitely more of an introvert man. He likes people who are more on the academic side but can appreciate his love for sports, and respects others. Straight-forward, mature people with a little fire to their personality really strike his fancy. Also someone willing to put him in his place and is unafraid to give others reality checks (without sounding patronizing) is fantastic to him.

Kindaichi: He is a fan of more reserved people who are direct and in control of themselves and their emotions. They must be independent and self-reliant, people who are overly needy or attempt to boss him around in a relationship will drive him away. He prefers those with knowledge of experience with volleyball or play other sports, but book smart people are not entirely unlikable in his eyes.

Another amazing assessment! These feel very true to these characters! Great job!!