the first sound of your cries when he answers the phone he’s already running to wherever you are
doesn’t even register in his mind that he’s just in his pajamas and it’s freezing out
or that his slippers are in different pairs and he forgot that you live far away
he’ll be coming straight at you and be engulfing you in a tight hug
he’s worried and he wants to know what happened so he can figure out a way to cheer you up
“hey, everything’s going to be alright. i’m here sunshine, what’s wrong?”
BOKUTO KOUTARO
this huge endearing man will be crying with you when you seek him out
in this rare moments of your vulnerability, he will listen attentively to you and won’t talk or disrupt you
passes you the tissues when he sees you tearing up again or have snot falling down from your nose
he doesn’t think it’s gross!! his priority is your comfort and for you to be happy again!!
will shush you though if you ever say degrading stuff about yourself >:((
“just let it all out, baby. it hurts me too when you’re hurting. do you want to cuddle?”
MIYA ATSUMU
you better believe this man is out for blood
he will hold a grudge and be harbouring hatred because nothing should be allowed to make you cry — not even him
if you’re blaming yourself, he’ll make a point to make you realize how amazing and special you are in everyone’s eyes
he’s cradling you in his arms and whispering sweet nothings in your ear trying to help you relax
he’ll hold you close even when you’re fast asleep and snuggling on his chest
“my angel’s been through a lot, huh? we’ll handle it tomorrow. i want you to rest first.”
SAKUSA KIYOOMI
he’s awkward because he’s not exactly sure what he can do for you
so he’ll be sitting there beside you, your hands are intertwined together as he rubs your back soothingly
like bo, he’ll listen attentively to you but will give his insights about the situation (his advices are actually good you tend to remember and follow them)
when he sees you smile again albeit a tired one, he’s returning a small smile of his own
places a sweet kiss on your forehead and offers a piggyback ride
“let’s take a stroll around the neighborhood. it’ll take your mind off of things, my love.”
bonus:
MIYA OSAMU
his reactions are sometimes over the top that it makes you laugh and forget why you cried in the first place
he’ll be fussing over you and will be asking you if you’re okay repeatedly
prepares a small snack for you and takes out his stock of your favourite ice cream
insisting that you finish everything up and telling you he’ll make something much more delicious and nutritious for you tomorrow
lets out a relieved sigh when you say that you feel good and better already
“just list down what meals you want to eat. i’ll cook them all for you, darling.”
- hinata asks you to help him practice spiking since you’re actually pretty decent at setting, despite you not playing volleyball
- it’s not your favorite thing to do, but you help him because he’s your boyfriend and you love him
- but you figured if he was gonna force you to set for him for hours on end, you would at least have some fun with it
- you purposely mess up a set so that it lands nicely right in between you and him
- you knew he’d try and pick it up, so you just had to be faster
- before he could get the ball, you were already kneeling down so you could pick it up
- now your short boyfriend looks a bit taller, hovering over you in your spot on the floor
- he looks down at you as if he’s waiting for you to get up, but you don’t
- instead you move your head terribly close to his crotch and smile
- “i- y/n? you, you wanna do that here? in the gym? anyone can walk in.” he says nervously
- you giggle at his adorableness
- “no bub, i’m just picking up the ball.” you say
- he immediately goes red
- “hey! you know what you were doing.” he pouts
- you just laugh and give him a kiss on the cheek before continuing to set to him
- and since you feel bad, you give him a little treat when you get home ;)
sugawara
- he’s typing away on his computer, writing an essay that’s due the next day
- the two of you are sitting at the kitchen table, him typing and you eating
- his brows are furrowed in concentration, he looks stressed
- and that sparks an idea in your head
- somehow you manage to sneak your way under the table without him noticing
- he’s just THAT concentrated
- and you find yourself in between his legs
- he jumps at the sudden feeling of someone pressing themselves up against him
- he glances under the table at you and chuckles
- “y/n, why are you under the table? what are you- oh.” sudden realization hits your boyfriend last minute and he raises his eyebrows
- “are you trying to give me a blowjob? because i could use one right about now.” he sighs as he sits back, waiting for you to take over
- you felt bad deceiving him like this, knowing how much he would enjoy being relieved by you right now
- but you carry through with your plan
- you move your hands that were placed on his legs up and down his thighs lightly before bending down
- he closes his eyes, anticipating for you to unbutton his pants or something
- but instead you come back up with a pencil in hand
- “just getting this pencil that you dropped for you.” you smile as you hand him the pencil and sit back down in your chair
- he just looks you up and down in amusement and you laugh
- “hm, laugh all you want. it’s funny that you think you’re gonna get away with this.” he smirks
- and suddenly you’re quiet
-knowing damn well that when suga is done with that essay, you’re done for
tanaka
- you and tanaka are friends special friends
- friends with benefits if you will
- you guys are always hanging out with each other, and every once in awhile, you get a little frisky
- so it’s not unusual for you to just get on your knees and suck tanaka off whenever you please
- he enjoys it
- you enjoy it
- it’s a win win
- but you’ve never not gone through with it, so you can’t wait to see his reaction when you trick him
- the two of you are in the car, going to get some food
- he’s driving and you’re sitting in the passenger seat, plotting your prank
- he’s in the middle of telling you a story that quite frankly has lost your interest, so you decide that now is the perfect time
- you begin putting your hair up in a messy bun, and he gives you a look
- he knows exactly what that bun is for
- “oh shit. road head?” he smirks and is clearly getting excited
- you say nothing, just lean over towards him and he moves his arm so you could have better access
- you fidget around with his pants, him not being able to look at you because his eyes are focused on the road, before finding what you were looking for
- “aha, got it.” you say as you pull his wallet out of his pocket
- “mind if i borrow a dollar?”
- “are you serious?” he looks at you all frowned up, his tone half disappointed and half confused
- you start laughing at him and he just grunts
- “i really thought i was finally gonna get some road head.” he pouts
- “oh what a big baby, you’ll get over it” you tease
- “fine, no food for you.” he retaliates
- “wait no, i take it back.”
- “then suck.” he orders, gesturing to his member and you happily oblige
tadashi
- you know that tadashi has a crush on you
- like a huge crush
- but he doesn’t know that you know
- so you use this knowledge against him
- you tutor him every wednesday because he struggles a bit with chemistry
-ironically enough
- and you can’t help but notice how flustered he gets around you
- so you being the terrible person you are, plan to use this against him
-and he just made it so easy for himself
- he accidently spilled some of the food he was eating in his lap but hasn’t noticed, so you began executing your plan
- “hey tadashi, stand up.” you say somewhat assertively
- “why?” he questions
- “just stand up”
- he submissively follows your instruction
- “i don’t understand what you want me to stand for. is the supposed to help-”
- he notices where your eyes are focused, right on his crotch and he immediately blushes
- “oh, y/n…i’ve never done this before. you can do it, but i-i’m a little nervous.”
- your heart SINKS
- he’s so precious
- and now you feel guilty, so you kind of go along with it rather than tricking him
- “well umm, you just made a mess on your lap. i wanted to know if you’d let me help get it off.” you say softly
- he looks down at himself then back to you and nods with a shy “yeah”
- you lightly brush the mess off his crotch with your hand, but even just that light touch makes him tense up
- after that you end up tutoring him in something neither of you expected you to
nishinoya
- nishinoya LOVES going down on you
- like that’s definitely up there on his top ten list of things he loves most in this world
- but even more than that
- he LOVES when you go down on him
- shit absolutely destroys him and you love it because usually, he’s the one destroying you
- so when you see a tiktok of this trend, you absolutely HAVE to try it
- you start as soon as you wake up
- positioning yourself as if you’re about to give him head, but just end up grabbing the remote on the dresser beside him instead
- he rolls his eyes but says nothing in response, so you do it again later
- you’re both in the pantry, looking for snacks
- you slowly go down on your knees and he prepares himself again
- but you just grab a bag of chips from the bottom shelf and stand up
- he huffs at you and rolls his eyes again, but still no response which makes you laugh but also makes you somewhat frustrated
- you try for the third and final time but before you could even go through with it, he places his hand on your neck and pushes you up against the wall
- “you think i don’t know what you’re doing? your little tiktok prank? well it’s not gonna slide baby, you’re not gonna get away with teasing me like that.” he smirks
- you gulp
-uh oh
- nishinoya usually isn’t very rough
- but every once in awhile something sets him off, like you just did
- and you just know you aren’t gonna be able to walk tomorrow
actual a/n: I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT LIES AHEAD. it’s a mad dream formatted in early FFN days pre-2010 and contents of circa 2012-2015 wattpad/quotev. went back to ask young belle for assistance to power through this. we really came full circle;; or maybe half circle idk
THANK U MIKI @undermattsun for this dReAmY “Kidnapped by HQ” WHOREHOUSE COLLAB!! other teams kidnapping stories are right here !! THANK U RIA MY APHRIADITE @aoyukai for this INCREDIBLY AMAZING BANNER!! AND MOST IMPORTANTLY .shoyokuns.nectarous .iwaasfairy .animatedrapture .xeilian FBRV2; LOAFS OF MY LIFE MY WHORES; for reassuring and not letting me slide too far into this headspace (and pulling me out) lmfaoao
Title: Adopted by… THEM ?!!
Author: Bokugaos (kouteru ><)
Genre: Drama, Romance
Length: 2.4 k
Disclaimer: I don’t own MSBY and any Haikyuu characters. If i did that would be so cool XD
Authors Note: YOOHOOOOO I’M BACK!!! But this is the first story I’ve written in a while, and i’m pretty rusty so this kinda sux >_o Anyways, BEWARE OF SPOILERS. THIS CONTAINS INFORMATION FROM THE MANGA so please don’t kill me if you spoil yourself. *terrible thoughts enter mind…. bashing brain with torches of fire….* >A< *screams inwardly at herself*SHANNARO!!@
well here it is. ENJOY! (I hope… lol…)
CHAPTER 1: The Day I Got Kidnapped
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*this morning*
(y/n)’s POV
my alarm clock ran. I threw it to the wall. TAKE THAT YOU STUPID CLOCK. Hahahahahaha :D but then, i realized it’s monday. I hate my life. But do you know what i hate even more?
My mom. She hates me too. Before you judge me, let me show you the proof.
“Wake up Isabella!!!! Time for breakfastl!!!” I heard my mom yell. See?
A/N: I told myself I would post this once I reached 10 chapters. Apparently, I have no self control. No Haikyuu Characters yet, but this is just a prologue…
TW: Mentions of the word sex/Angry sex, but nothing explicit. Also the MC is sad/lonely.
(Please do let me know if you want to be tagged in this series!)
It’s always the darkest nights that plague the thoughts of the unwilling. Fleeting impurities, flickering against unsuspecting souls and incinerating those who come too close. There are those who flee, out of fear; out of danger, but there are those who linger and remain, out of fear, out of curiosity and out of hope.
You are one of the few who remain. Not in the literal sense, but emotionally; it’s still the same. The decision’s admittedly painful, but as for regrets? You would have none.
You’re moving from Osaka to Miyagi—alone—at the age of 15.
Your parents don’t approve of your decision. Neither does your older sister, the family’s resident bijin, or your clingy younger brother.
Butbecause volleyball is your life, you don’t spiritually leave. Your soul is tied—tangled—in red around the patterned ball and the sport’s all that you know.
And for you, that second tangle of ball and string resides in Osaka.
(Don’t worry about the first—You moved from Hyogo to Osaka at the age of eight. Your initial tangle resides there.)
Granted, the only person you regret leaving behind is your younger brother. Little Yuki-e doesn’t deserve his parent’s mistreatment. You feel very little for your elder sister, whose bijin-ness often led to her picking on you to make her appear more likeable.
(Pathetic, really.)
It took months of pleading. Months of pleading and pledges and near-perfect behaviour to convince your parents to allow you to move to Miyagi with your Aunt Rin, who regrettably lived alone following the death of her husband two years prior. Of all members of your admittedly small family, she was the kindest.
(You vaguely remember the times of your childhood when you got along with your sister. A time before your four-year-old brother was born. A time when your parents smiled and frequently visited Miyagi for weekend getaways, and you smile wistfully at the last framed photograph on the small, decorated table by the door.)
You leave all your countless awards and trophies in your room, now padlocked four times over to prevent your money-hungry sister from laying her grubby hands on them in exchange for more cosmetics and make your way down the hallway of your childhood home, memorising the creamy colour of white on the walls, the countless paintings and wall decorations that screamed wealth; and the dusty, elaborate Bohemian crystal chandeliers that hung over you. Your fingertips trace over the small coloured markings on the kitchen door frame, blinking quietly at the lowest, dated ‘5 years old’ in your messy handwriting.
(110 CM.)
Your gaze slowly rises and lands on the highest mark on the doorframe—’10 years old’, it states, ’136.1 centimetres’. Your lips curl up quietly again.
(You remember arguing with your father that the one millimetre was still a part of your height, and not to make you shorter than you already were. You remember your father laughing at you with his eyes crinkling, and his warm hand ruffling your head; your then-15-year-old sister huffing in defiance.)
And you reach into your coat pocket, feeling for the four-coloured pen you had stuffed in there and measure yourself once more. Turning, you write two final lines just beneath the one you draw.
Your sister is once again out of the house, likely at the nail saloon or on a date with one of the numerous boys she’s picked up from who knows where. Your father’s in his study, and the scent of his expensive cigarettes wafts from the small gap of the open door as you pass by. You don’t recognise the brand, but you know it’s expensive all the same. And all you do is peer through the gap and stare, memorising his facial features with ease. Your father sits upon the kingly study chair, wine glass in one hand, and a nib-point in the other. His pile of paperwork sits on the mahogany desk before him, and you turn away.
(The reason why your family’s falling apart.)
Your mother is in the bathroom—you can hear the shower water running—and you sigh quietly. This was the third night in a row she was heading out. And she probably wouldn’t be back until at least 3AM. Like she did the previous three days. Like she did whenever she went out. You never bothered finding out where exactly she was headed on most nights, but you knew your sister knew.
Machiru. The pride of the family. Your mother’s confidant.
Not that it mattered to you anyway.
The room you do enter is Yuki-e’s. Your younger brother. The product of your parent’s angry sex. The child they never wanted. It wasn’t as if you were appreciated either, but Yuki-e was far too young to need that experience. That sense of uselessness. That sense of being unwanted.
Knocking quietly, you mutter out to Yuki’s nanny.
“May I come in?”
The responding voice is sweet and gentle. Not quite like your own.
“Young master Yuki-e is sleeping, Lady (Y/N). If it doesn’t bother you that he is, you can come in.”
You open the door as quietly as you can. The nanny, Lana or Rana, is a half-Japanese, half-American woman of roughly eight years Machiru’s senior. And she smiles at you.
“You’re leaving tonight aren’t you, Lady (Y/N)?”
It’s a terrifyingly quiet statement and all you can do is nod mutely. Your eyes don’t leave Yuki’s bed however, and she places a gentle hand against your back to usher you closer. Your head turns and you meet her eyes in a silent thanks, reaching into your backpack for the Bulbasaur plush you know he’s always loved. It’s a gift for him. And the letter too, which you pass over to Lana with a murmur of, “No need to address me with the term ‘Lady’. I am, after all, as far as possible from being one.”
Lana says nothing as you lean over Yuki-e and press a soft kiss to his smooth cheek. And as predicted, the boy doesn’t awaken. Sitting up, you smooth the hair from his forehead.
“He’ll be sad when he discovers you’re gone, (Y/N)-san.”
You don’t say anything about the suffix added to your name. You know. You know better than anyone in the household that Yuki-e would be upset. You just hope that the sadness doesn’t become anger. But you can’t say that aloud. Instead, you say—
—“Look after him. I’m sorry I can’t take him with me.”
You don’t look back as you leave the room, volleyball spinning in your hands.
(What you don’t hear are her last whispered words, “I hope your time there is better than your time here.”)
The chauffeur at the gate greets you and you nod back, loading the few bags and the suitcase in the rear of the black Bentley.
Seiji is a man in his 60’s, a chauffeur, a grandfather and a soon-to-be retiree. This is the final time he’ll be serving the (L/N) household. Like you, he’s headed back to Miyagi to live out his retirement with his son, who’s name you’re not acquainted with. The Bentley is to be a gift for your aunt. Seiji’s gift is something far grander—His own property on the edge of the countryside town, close to one of his high school friends.
It still amazes you that he’s managed to keep in contact for that long.
Your father’s a good person at heart and he cares for his employees. And Seiji’s a good man; kind and gentle and loving. Like Lana. So it’s only natural that he’s rewarded. But it leaves you slightly bitter, wishing that your father was just as kind to you and your younger brother as much as he cared for his employees and your elder sister.
(Silently, you wonder where your mother sits in this broken hierarchy. Regrettably, she seems much like a trophy wife now.)
You take the passenger seat at the front.
It’s a long drive to Miyagi from Osaka. More specifically, just beyond 10 hours of continuous driving. The trip with Seiji is silent, aside from the quiet, no-nonsense music in the background and the frequent beep-boopingof the game you’re playing. But it has always been like this between you and Seiji, and the ‘silence’ never bothered you. And for that you were thankful, because the noise from your family was enough.
(Arguments between your elder sister and your father. Between your mother and your father. Your father really was the centre of all things, wasn’t he?)
Seiji was—is—your personal driver. One you would no longer need once you arrived in Miyagi. But he understood that you were not simply tossing him aside. You needed a change of pace. A change of location where ‘no one’ would recognise you. But Seiji would forever be your grandfather figure. Because of all the thousands of people in the world, Seiji was the one person you trusted. Countless times he had driven you to places with no destination in silence while you cried. You trusted him with all your quiet places; you trusted him with your darkest secrets, and you trusted him with your silence.
You fall asleep as the car drives past the dusking sky, forehead leaning against the window.
The Bentley pulls into Tokyo six hours later and Seiji wakes you, informing you that you would be spending the night in a hotel while he slept in the car.
(It was something he insisted on. And there was no arguing against Seiji when he was like that.)
The black, fabric face mask you wear is your new signature style.
You refuse to allow your identity to be revealed, and you check into the hotel this way. The receptionist hardly spares you a glance as she directs you to your hotel room and passes you your key. Not that it mattered much to you—you would be out of there by 9AM anyway.
(It’s a mid-range hotel. There was never a need for anything higher quality when you were only to stay for the night. Was high quality even a factor for anything? You were grateful enough if there was running clean water, a clean bed, and a roof over your head. You didn’t need the grand splendour of the riches and wealth your family had.)
And at 9AM did you check out with nothing more than the shoulder bag you brought with you the previous night.
It takes another five hours to arrive in Miyagi (or rather, to reach the sign that calls you home—“Welcome to Miyagi!”), and another 10 minutes to reach your aunt’s home, close to the epicentre and shopping district of the country precinct. But the minute your aunt’s house comes into view is when you’re finally feeling the nervous fear that comes with moving alone to another place—even if that place is just a measly 10-and-a-half hours away from where you had come from.
(You try to ignore the fact that you had practically moved halfway across the country; to a place you hadn’t been to for over five years, but details.)
Your aunt greets you at the driveway, excited at the prospect of someone living with her.
“Welcome home, (Y/N)-chan!”, is her over-the-top greeting, warm smiles and a bouquet of flowers in her hand. You smile wobbly. Nervously.
‘Welcome home’, she says, as if you’d been living with her your entire life. She hands you the bouquet of flowers, and your wobbly smile becomes less wobbly.
Aunt Rin ushers both you and Seiji inside, suggesting that the older man take a break while she directs you to your room. Your aunt owns a modest two-storey home, with a balcony hanging off the side of the two upper bedrooms—one of which now belongs to you. It’s cleaned up nicely, obviously a job of a few days’ worth and you feel the appreciation slowly creeping in.
Between you and Aunt Rin, your five bags are brought upstairs with ease and she leaves you to unpack and rearrange, calling—asking—Seiji if he wished for a cup of tea.
(He agrees, of course. Anyone can get Seiji with a cup of tea. The man himself once called himself a ‘tea connoisseur’, much to your amusement.)
Aunt Rin knows of the reason for your move to Miyagi. She understands the pain of being in the spotlight. Like you, she shows no appreciation for the media and the hype up of an individual. And she knows better than anyone of the pain of being in the spotlight.
After all, she’s a retired model for several famous companies.
You’ve seen her work—Aunt Rin has always had this kind of ethereal beauty, one that doesn’t particularly stand out but somehow manages to steal the spotlight anyhow. And she had once described your fashion of beauty in the same way.
Once, when you saw her two years ago following your uncle’s death.
(To quote her indirectly, she had mentioned to one of her model friends that your beauty was very similar to her own, quiet and calm, whilst Machiru had the beauty of your mother—loud and exuberant. You’re not offended—you’d rather be like Aunt Rin than your mother anyway.)
And so when she returns to your new room moments later and hands you a new sim card for your phone, you accept immediately. And she gathers you into a hug and you melt into her arms.
“Thank you,” you mutter quietly, tearing up at the warmth.
“You’re welcome,” she responds before pulling away several moments later, and holds you by your shoulders, “I’m gonna look after you from here on out, so look after me too, okay?”
Sniffing, you nod and wipe the tears from your eyes. And she smiles gently.
You’re far too young to have all this pressure placed on you.
Despite barely knowing you, Aunt Rin knows you better than your closest family members do. Perhaps it’s because she sees herself in you. Perhaps it’s because she knows that the older members of your closest family don’t treat you the way you deserve. And yet she knows you’re wildly different from her. You’re emotionally stronger than her, after all. And she admires that part of you—even if you don’t notice it.
“I’m going to take Seiji to his new home now, okay? Feel free to set up your room and wander around the town when you’re done. Don’t worry about getting lost—I know my way around this area, so don’t hesitate to call me if you get lost, alright?”
You nod, and she leaves once again, passing you a key to the house when she does so.
Aunt Rin’s house is eerily silent without her prescence.
You honestly don’t have many items aside from the handful of clothes you had brought to Miyagi. After all, a new start was a new start, right? Because aside from your volleyball and the colour of your bedsheets—a patterned cat quilt cover, red in colour—your room was rather bare.
Nevertheless, you exit your room to wander the house several times over, memorising the layout in a couple of rounds.
And then you stare at the house door. Nervously.
Leaving the house meant communicating with others, and you quietly sigh, slipping your sneakers on and your mask to your face. Returning to your room, you spy the house key upon your table and sigh.
You’d have to buy a keychain if you wanted to ensure that it’d always be with you.
DISCLAIMER: I am not fluent in Japanese and the translations are not 100% accurate, so there may be lots of inaccuracies. Please let me know if there’s any mistakes I made in the translation!
Please do not repost my translations anywhere else!
A Shoyo Hinata and a Lev Haiba story from the HQ FBS △ University Student series
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The last panel is the artist’s information!
In the last page, it’s styled like an otome game! It says something like: “Lev was looking forward to seeing you! Would you like to give him some chocolate?” “→Yes” “No”
waaaahhh finally!!! i missed this!!! i did this chapter a pretty long time ago but i never found the time to upload it to my computer and post it!! o(；△；)o and then my acc got terminated which im still salty about i wanted to do kuroo’s chapter first buuuut i wasn’t finished and i figured i might as well post something!! it’s been a long time since i looked back on this so please let me know if i made any errors in the translation! (or just the grammar in general )
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A Shoyo Hinata story from the HQ+Kareshi Vampire series
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The last panel is a short Q&A from the artist!
hello again!!! happy spookytober!! decided i might as well do a lil special haha~ and what a way to start! WHOOWHEE HINATA i did this a while back but i had school sighhhh;; god i hate it here but at least at have these to come home to not sure if i did some lines correctly and i also apologize for photo quality-
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A Shoyo Hinata and a Tobio Kageyama story from the HQ FBS △ vol. 1.5 series
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The last panel is the artist’s information!
In page 3 when kags says something about a head start I think he was referring to them competing for ur attention (or in this case he’s asking if Hinatas tryna get a one up on him by asking you to help him study) I kid you not in page 6 hinata literally does say “TEA!!” ITS HILARIOUS hinata is also mocking kageyama for being cute bcoz just earlier he was talking about how a man isn’t supposed to be cute in the last page i believe the prompt is something like “his illegal face”
god- i bet yall were thinking i was joking when i said i did this instead of the kuroo chapter- nope hasifuahf PLEASE I COULDNT HELP MYSELF- BUT ILL TRY TO GET IT DONE TODAY AAAA CRYS i absolutely love the new books i got ashdfahsfsfh
but - CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS WONDERFUL CHAPTER SO MANY TREASURES - like the expressions they have I LOVE THIS ARTIST I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HINATA’S SHOCKED EXPRESSION IN PAGE 4- looks like i found a new pfp the way kags tries to avoid eye contact w hinata- just noticed that kags actually breaks his pencil in page 6 also yes i wholeheartedly agree with y/n in this - i am a kageyama pout devotee and a hinata hair enthusiast
hi my dearest followers! (idk what to call you guys lol)
so i had this idea of when the members accidentally turn into babies, and i wanted to make it real. so let me know if you want me to work on it! ☺️ i’ll start with nekoma if u don’t mind requests/scenarios will also be appreciated! whether you comment it below or send me an anonymous request☺️
kae’s note: i love how i wrote like only three of these even though they are all pussydrunk asf
atsumu miya
he makes sure to add pussy-eating to his schedule, he’s addicted, really really addicted to it. he has his head buried between your thighs, face smooshed against your folds, tongue sliding up and down against it. “baby, ya taste so fuckin’ good, fuck!”
he groans against it, which makes you shudder and grab a bit tighter to his golden hair. his head shooting up to look at your cross-eyed expression, and that makes him wanna stay there longer, till his tongue and your pussy is sore, to the point you can’t even cum anymore.
he makes sure to squish himself between your thighs, he grabs on to them and leans on them like body pillows. his tongue working magic around your clit that has your vision hazy and your breathing unstill.
atsumu doesn’t forget to spit on it before he stands up, unzipping his pants while hissing. “ya look so pretty, all dazed like that…now open up, wanna feel your insides all around me, yeah?”
ushijima wakatoshi
he’s drunk, it’s like an addiction. he has to have his fill of your pussy before or after a rough match, you’re his lucky charm and you better be ready to spread your legs and let him soak up all that luck.
he has you pinned against the blue lockers, hand gripping your wrists that were just above your head, your mouth agape and dripping with drool that it makes him go crazy, and whenever you hear him groan and unknowingly clench around his length, he bottoms out, reddish tip poking the entrance of your cervix.
“you’re my charm, baby. god, i’m lucky to have you, god-given pussy and a perfect body, pretty face just to complete— shit — the package, h-huh?” ushijima groans, sweaty forehead leaning against yours as he pushes you to cum, “cum all over my cock, darling. i don’t mind, there we go—fuck.”
and when you two finally cum, he makes sure to pull out, smear the cum-covered tip and make you wear your panties, a sloshy mix of both your cum so you can preserve all that good luck you gave him.
shoyo hinata
he ruts into you, all the time, while you cuddle, while you sleep, or just doing general tasks. he has to rut into you. clothed or not, but he prefers to have you naked and under him. like right now, you whimpering and moaning his name, while he groans and cooes about how good he feels whenever he’s inside of you.
he never stops, ever. even when your mind is going blank and you can’t even cum properly, might have been the fourth time you’ve cummed, you aren’t sure. his stamina-driven self, “it just feels so fuckinggood baby, can’t ever stop–” he moans, when you hiccup about your tiredness.
he promises just one more time, one more time, and each time he cums, he says one more time. and by tomorrow, his balls have been emptied and your legs will probably won’t work properly, but be prepared, cause he will stil rut into you, he’s pussydrunk that’s why.
A/N! — another draft that’s been sitting here. made some final touches so i hope you guys enjoy!
HINATA would take you to the park! there’s just so much for the two of you to do. you could hang out on the jungle gyms, take a scenic walk, play volleyball, have a picnic, play volleyball, cloud watch, and of course, play volleyball! yes, he would probably ask you to play and if you agree, his eyes would light up. he’d take you to ukai’s shop for some meat buns afterwards and the two of you would just talk and eat as he walked you home. you feel really tired, but the good kind of tired, where you’re just happy and sleepy and you know you’re gonna knock out as soon as your head hits the pillow. you kiss hinata’s cheek as a thank you and smile as the poor boy turns red.
KAGEYAMA would take you to karasuno’s volleyball court! yes, you heard that right. kageyama’s entire life has always revolved solely around volleyball, and he’s never had an experience with girls. hence why he decided to take you to the place he loves most. he convinces daichi to let him use the gym on one of their off days and he tells you to dress in something athletic. you guys pretty much pass the time tossing and receiving as you exchange questions and answers to one another. afterwards, you guys sit outside the gym panting as you take in the sunset. kageyama buys you something from the vending machine and as you’re walking back to the gym to pick up your stuff, you take his hand in your own. kageyama panics a little but eases into it, giving your hand a squeeze that you reciprocate as reassurance. it was an odd date but you weren’t complaining.
SUGAWARA takes you on a breakfast date! he shows up at your doorstep with flowers and you feel the butterflies go absolutely insane in your stomach. suga introduces you to a quaint, hidden restaurant that he claims serves the best breakfast in the prefecture. you find it a little hard to believe but you go along with it, and damn, are you in for a shock. the food was to die for, and sugawara just sat with a smile on his face as he watched you practically melt after taking the first bite. you guys make steady conversation about your childhood, funniest memories, and goals and you relish in the way it’s so easy to talk to him. your legs find his at one point during the conversation and they intertwine under the table. it feels very warm and welcoming—sugawara feels warm and welcoming. he pays even after you insist to split the check and as a thank you, you buy him a cute little dessert.
DAICHI takes you on to a dinner date! he’s a classic kind of guy, so he’s obviously gonna take you to a nice dinner. remember, he is literally a teenager, so don’t expect some grand five star restaurant, but it’s definitely nicer than what you’re used to (your cheeks flare up at seeing daichi dressed so formally). he pulls out all the classic date etiquette such as: opening the car door for you, holding the door, pulling out your chair, giving you his blazer when you get cold, etc. while the whole thing was a bit overwhelming at first, daichi eases you into it was his soothing voice and kind smile. daichi openly expresses when he first started developing feelings for you and you sort of die a little at how direct he is. he admits he’s like to go on more dates with you in hopes of the two of you becoming something official and you practically choke on your food
Hi, I’m Alice and this is my dumpster of a blog *as if you couldn’t tell from the title. I love Haikyuu and it shows, that is why I’ve decided to begin this blog and write for my favorite volleyball boys and girls. My requests are open so feel free to send stuff in!!
Currently obsessed with the idea of first time in a relationship virgin pervert Shoyo who’s obsessed with tits. Like all this guy has ever wanted his whole post-pubescent life is to know what it’s like to feel the soft squish of a pair of boobs beneath his palms and fingers. He’s acts shy about it, but he’s constantly stealing glances down your shirt and getting a little too flustered whenever you hug him and he can feel them pressing against his chest. Poor, desperate dude is jacking off nearly every night thinking about your tits - maybe pulling up your Insta to zoom in on your cleavage as he fucks his fist to the image, wishing it was your skin and not his screen that he’s splattering in white.
So the first time your kisses get a little heated, his hands nervously wandering around your waist - he wonders if this will be his chance. He can feel the outline of your bra beneath his fingers every time his hands smooth up your back, and poorly tries to suppress his whines at the tease. His eagerness doesn’t go unmissed by you. Between nips and pulls at his lips, you reach behind to grab his wrists and guide them to your breasts. His brown eyes fly open, pupils shaking at the sudden grant of the only thing he’s been wishing for. His hands instinctively dig in, giving a long awaited squeeze as he groans into your mouth, cock hardening in his shorts between your legs.
He thinks you have the benevolence of a goddess for letting him indulge in his fantasy, and just when he couldn’t be more grateful, you lean away to take off your shirt and quickly unclasp your bra. His breath catches in his throat when the straps fall from your shoulders and slide down to reveal your tits in all their glory. He stutters and fumbles. “C-Can I-? I want- I mean-” But you just grab his hands again and encourage him to touch you more. The way his fingers dip into the soft flesh, the bounce and give as he experiments with massaging and kneading, the warmth against his palms - it’s so much more satisfying and arousing than he could have ever dreamed, and you’re simply an angel for letting him do this to you.
And then he feels it. Something that makes him strain even more in his boxers and shorts that keep getting tighter and tighter. Your nipples are hard against his hands, and oh fuck. Did you just moan when he rubbed them? He tests it again and sure enough, you let out the sweetest little gasp and whimper on his lips.
“Oh, does that feel good?” It’s genuine, he doesn’t mean for it to be a tease, but you whine your assurance, rolling your hips to grind your clothed cunt against his hardness. And he’s in awe, never even dreaming that this would be just as pleasurable for you as it is for him. He can’t stop himself, gently twisting and rolling your buds between his fingertips until you’re both mindlessly rutting upon one another, moaning and panting between wet, needy kisses.
Shoyo even dares to dip his head down, taking one of your nipples between his lips. He’s lapping and suckling, completely lost in how good feels to be attached to you like this. He teases the other with rolls and flicks of his thumb, quickly learning what makes you whimper and shake in his lap. Your fingers grip into his pretty red hair as you cry his name, feeling something building up with every buck of your hips. He doesn’t stop, only sucking and pinching harder until you’re trembling and arching into him with the shuddered announcement of your undoing.
It takes a moment for you to catch your breath and release your hold on each other. He grins at you, looking quite pleased with himself. You reward him with a sweet kiss, and another devilish idea that comes to mind.
There’s never been a reason for Hinata to learn how to drive. He biked to school. He biked and used ride shares once he got to Brazil. And when he came back home to Japan, the public transport system was more than enough for him to get around.
But now he’s back in Brazil, and he meets you, the owner of an old but reliable sedan that gets you around the city and out of it when you need to breathe. You certainly don’t mind driving, though inevitably comes the day where you toss him the keys and ask him to pick up some take out on the other side of town.
“You know I can’t drive!”
“Like, at all? Never even had a lesson?”
His cheeks go pink as he scratches the back of his head sheepishly. You sigh and end up dropping what you’re doing to go pick up dinner for the night.
The next day, you force him to accompany you to an empty parking lot where you offer to teach him the basics of driving. He’s reluctant at first, and after he hits a fence, scrapes the passenger side headlight on a pole, and runs over a curb, he’s feeling a bit discouraged.
“I don’t know about this,” he groans after you instruct him on how to straighten the car back out.
“It’s fine! This old piece of junk can take a few bruises,” you insist.
“Eh, maybe we should just come back to this. Try again in another year or something. Getting around on my bike is fine,” he says with a pout.
You reach over the center console and place your hand on his thigh, giving a light squeeze. You weren’t planning on bringing this up, but he seems to really need the encouragement.
“Shoyo, if you don’t learn how to drive, I’ll never get to give you roadhead.”
5 days later, he’s the proud owner of a Brazilian driver’s license.
hinata shoyo x f!reader, dubcon, omega!reader, a/b/o, knotting, breeding, possessive, scent kink (?), hint at slipping into subspace, mention of pups, reader is described as small (meant in a ‘we’re a sexually dimorphic species in this universe’ way), i didn’t proofread this sorry, im half asleep writing and posting this
You’re surprised when you come onto the MSBY Black Jackals team as an athletic trainer and meet someone who’s still unpresented, yet alone someone who most likely will not present as alpha based on his stature. However, you quickly learn not to be concerned over Hinata Shoyo being dwarfed amongst all the alpha players - he’s rather fearsome in practice and at play, and the fact that he’s able to strike such a presence despite his status makes him all the more impressive. He’s become your favorite player to meet with and talk to, finding it easy to converse with him without worrying that you might be doing something to unintentionally seduce him, but also genuinely enjoying your time spent with the lively redhead.
Still, as an omega, you feel a little lonely and nervous at times being surrounded by all these hot-blooded alphas. While you trust your suppressants, you’re cautious to keep your interactions with all the players at arm’s length. You’re not ignorant to Miya’s comments about how small you are, Bokuto always asking you to compare hand sizes, and even the occasional telling pat on the head from Sakusa. Although being mated to a pro-athlete would be ideal for some, it’s just not something you’re ready for despite what your body might try to tell you on those days you’re a few hours late in taking your suppressants - a little predicament you find yourself in right now as you rush out the door after you had checked your phone to see a message from one of the managers.
Strangely, Hinata had missed the last few days at practice. He’s easily one of the healthiest members of the team, following a balanced diet and mental focus routines long before meeting with any trainers and nutritionists. In fact, you two had just discussed it last week when you asked him what kind of protein shakes he likes. You told him that you can’t find any that taste good, but you want to up your protein and fat intake for when you do eventually find a mate. He didn’t seem ill then, though you suppose a virus could get the best of anyone’s defenses.
His apartment is apparently not too far from yours - hence the manager asking you to check on him on your way to the gymnasium. You follow the directions on your maps app, the light nagging in the back of your mind that you forgot to take your suppressants gets pushed away by the fact that it’s just Hinata that you’re going to go see - you can always be a few minutes late to work to go back home after you make sure he’s alive and well. You wish he would just respond to the text you sent him and then you could be on your way. But it’s pretty early, and the sun is barely rising when you climb the steps to the second floor of the complex.
It feels strange knocking on his door so early in the morning. You wonder if nobody has heard from him and that perhaps it would have made more sense for one of his teammates to do a wellness check. You wouldn’t consider yourself close to Hinata, and you don’t think he would either other than a typical friendly work relationship. You suppose it’s part of your job though, and that’s what you tell yourself to shake off any awkwardness you’re starting to feel as you rap your index and middle knuckles lightly to his door.
Something makes your nose twitch that you can’t quite place, but then you hear the footsteps and movement behind the door. There’s a click and suddenly the door is wide open, and you fear that you have the wrong unit. You’re met with huge, hungry brown eyes that seem to shimmer with excitement when they land on you, and a glimpse of the pink tip of this person’s tongue running across his bottom lip. Your heart stills. This could be quite the fuck up.
“Food,” says the man in front of you in a strained voice. “Please tell me you have food.”
“Uh,” you utter dumbly, and realize that it is Hinata, looking rather haggard. Perhaps he is sick, though aside from the flush of his tanned skin and mess of his orange locks, he looks healthier than ever in his tank top and gym shorts. You might be hallucinating, but it looks like he somehow put on a couple kilos in muscle since you saw him last week, and maybe more than a few centimeters in height as well. No. Maybe you just underestimated his actual size. Maybe his doorframe is just small.
“No food,” you manage to say once you collect yourself, choosing to blame the morning for your brain malfunctioning. “Just checking to-”
You’re cut off with his groan and pitiful whimper as he turns around and slinks back into his apartment. He leaves the door wide open, leaving you confused as to if he’s inviting you in or not. You peek your head inside and hear what sounds precisely like a body flopping onto the cushions of a couch. Quickly you step inside and slip off your shoes, remembering to close the door behind you.
You call his name, making your way out of the entry hall and into the kitchen. There’s empty food wrappers and containers all over the counter, and the pantry door is open to display barren shelves other than some spices. Something tells you to leave- no, stay- no, leave- no-
“So hungry,” you hear Hinata groan that leads you to him lying face down, legs sticking out comically off the arm of the couch in a way that makes you wonder if he’s even comfortable.
“Are you feeling okay?” You ask, crouching down to eye level with him. His cheek is smushed against the cushion, face contorted in a pout. He really doesn’t seem sick, you think. If anything it reminds you of when you’re hormonal. Your nose twitches again, and you realize that it’s not because of all the food trash in the kitchen.
You don’t know what it is that compels you to reach out to him, perhaps it’s because he’s adorably pitiful in this state, but your hand finds the side of his face as your thumb gently pulls at his top lip. Your eyes fly open and you go to immediately retract your hand when you catch a glimpse of the fangs that must be painfully pushing to find room in his gums.
“I-”
You try to scramble up and away, but one of his hands latches onto your forearm, forcing you to fall forward to your knees. Your face is mere inches away from his as he shifts to push himself up and bring the underside of your wrist pressed directly to his nose, making you gasp as he breathes in deep, your heart and his eyes fluttering at the action.
“You smell- Good. And sweet,” he mutters, facial muscles twitching. “Hungry. I’m so hungry.”
Your breath quickens, feeling some kind of primal instinct to flee or freeze like he’s going to make a meal of you. You know there’s no slipping out of his firm hold on you, so you shakily gulp down the anxious feelings starting to knock at your chest.
If what you think is happening, is happening, then you’re fucked. So fucked. Hinata inhales again, this time running his tongue over the sensitive thin skin of your wrist. He whines, needing more than just the faint taste of your scent. His breath nearly steams off the wet patch of skin. A shiver creeps down your spine and has you reconsidering that maybe being completely fucked isn’t be such a bad thing. Yes- No- Yes, get out- No, let this happen.
His eyes snap open, brown irises completely blown black and you realize that you don’t have a choice. He pushes himself off the couch, slithering toward you on the ground as you slowly scoot backwards- to make room? To make a desperate attempt at putting some distance between you? It really doesn’t matter. You can’t take your eyes off him, feeling like prey who will certainly get devoured the moment your attention breaks.
“Hinata,” you say his name despite your heart feeling like it’s not pumping any oxygen, or maybe too much oxygen. Every alarm in your body is going off- the good ones, the bad ones, all screaming at you- as he crawls closer and closer until his knees are pinching your hips and his nose is nearly touching yours. You bite the inside of your bottom lip in anticipation. Heat rolls off his body, and suddenly you’re aware of a scent- spicy, tangy like a high note penetrating your olfactory senses in a way that makes your brain buzz all the way out to the very tips of your nervous system.
His head dips to the side and he presses his nose into your neck right below your ear. You cry out at the sensation, making him groan in return. His breath is heavy on your skin, every huff making you feel hotter and hotter until you grow agitated at your clothes for feeling like they’re suffocating you. He licks at the source of your sweet, alluring scent, fangs grazing as if he wants to bite down. Your skin raises, vision struggles to stay focused. It’s too hot. Everything is suddenly way too hot.
“P-Please.”
You don’t know of what you beg for. Even if he let you go at this point, you wouldn’t move away from him. He lifts his head at your plea, a pained expression on his face that tells you that at least a little bit of the usual Hinata is still in there.
“Sorry, I’m just so- You smell so good. I want-” He pants, unable to make sense of what’s going on with his body and instincts. You can feel the heat of his breath on your lips as he seems to dance around the idea of consuming you, drawing his face in closer and pulling away. Closer and away. Closer and-
You decide for the both of you, or more your desire takes over as you crash your lips onto his, messy and hasty, tongue and teeth with desperate moans and cries exchanged in between. Your ankles lock behind his knees and fingers pull at the back of his neck, bringing him to his elbows as to not completely crush you beneath him as you lose yourself in chasing his tongue with yours. It’s wet and filthy and noisy and oh so overwhelmingly hot that you both don’t even know whose clothes you’re tearing at- just wanting them gone and out of the way.
You growl and he snarls. No logic, just need. The hasty, clumsy, heated battle to get naked takes longer than what would please either of you, though neither of you are willing to pull away from each other’s lips or stop grinding for long enough to fully get rid of the garments. You can’t help it, feeling the large bulge of his cock nearly has you falling over the edge every time it catches against your clit through the layers. Both of you whine for more, yet you can’t get enough of how good it feels to rub yourself on him, covering yourself in his scent.
Red marks from rough, eager fingers litter your skin and his when you’re both finally bare to one another. His tanned and freckled skin shines with sweat and the glow of something molten inside him that’s ready to explode. You exchange a glance, drinking in how wild he looks as he stares at you pinned beneath him, bits of orange hair stuck to his forehead while the rest is mussed from where you’ve been running your hands through and tugging his lips closer to yours. If there were any part of your rational brain left, you’d take a moment to find it funny how you ended up like this. But it’s not funny right now, and there’s a mutual understanding between both of you that every passing second that he’s not buried balls deep in your throbbing cunt is more painful than the last.
“Please,” you beg again. This time, you know what for. Your voice is strained, on the verge of tears from how badly you need to feel him inside you.
He pushes himself up so he can grab the backs of your knees, pushing your thighs closer and closer into your chest as his thick cock comes down onto your soaking cunt with a wet slap. You gasp at the heat that seems to radiate from his dick, making you clench as if he’s already filling you up. His rough fingertips dig into your skin as you begin to writhe, desperate to get his angry, leaking, red tip aligned with your entrance.
“Please, please, ple-!”
Your voice chokes as he plunges into you, your body unwilling to take in even a small breath as if to better accommodate the size of him stretching you out. Your legs quiver around him, feeling the last threads of your sanity snapping with every bit of him that sinks further into you and starts to press on that sweet, deep spot inside.
“So fucking good,” he moans, hardly able to keep his tongue in his mouth and eyes from getting lost in his head. The praise makes your head go fuzzy and your pussy gives an encouraging squeeze. You claw at his arms, needing to feel him closer and get lost in the heat of his body and scent of sweat.
He falls forward to his hands on either side of your head, forcing the last bit of him in besides the beginning swell of his knot, and nearly knocking the rest of your breath from you. It stings so deliciously sweet as your cunt drools in excess to assist with the size. His hips start moving, perhaps maybe with a little intent on taking it slow. However, that quickly dissolves as every thrust draws the sweetest little cries from your lips and urges him lose himself in the sounds of your pleasure, wanting to hear more, more, more.
He’s not so quiet himself, groaning and growling every time your pussy sinfully grips around him, as if consciously trying to milk him directly into your womb. The thought makes him go wild, picking up the pace and pressing into you even further. You’re completely folded beneath him, legs dangling helplessly over his shoulders. Your own slick coats your thighs, his stomach, his taught and heavy balls, and onto the floor underneath your hips that are completely lifted at this point. It’s downright nasty, yet every lewd squelch and wet slap of skin makes you squeeze tighter on him, muscles shaking from all the tension.
“Gonna make you mine. All mine. They can’t have you. All fucking mine,” he huffs as he seeks out the sweet smell on your neck again, making you keen and writhe with a wave of painfully strong need flushing through your body.
“You want it. You want that, little omega.”
He’s not asking you. He’s telling you. And yes, you do want it. You’ve never wanted anything so fucking bad in your life. Tears prickle in your eyes from how badly you want it- to completely belong to someone. To be completely consumed by him.
“Omega,” he says breathlessly and you swear you can feel yourself slipping into some place hazy at the endearment, and the push of his cock driving you deeper. It sounds so sweet, feels so good that you sob and wrap your arms around him tighter.
Tale as old as time. Just like you had been told your entire life: You’ll know when you know. And right now, there’s no doubt in your mind, and no mind to even doubt. You were made for this. You were made for him.
“Alpha,” you whimper into his skin. “All yours, alpha. Please, make me all yours.”
It doesn’t matter that you thought of him as nothing more than a coworker mere minutes ago. It doesn’t matter that you were convinced you weren’t ready for a mate yet. It doesn’t matter that he’s just recently come into his fully mature self. You know, and all that matters is that he knows as well.
He groans contentedly into your neck, the rumble of the sound tickling your ears and flooding your body with more heat. You swear you feel his cock grow even harder and more swollen inside you as his thrusts get stronger, as if he intends to hit the deepest spot inside of with every pump.
“Fuck- Yeah, mine. All fucking mine. Gonna make you- Gonna-”
He rambles on, snarling and lost in the feeling of your cunt sucking him in, drunk on the lewd sounds of his rhythmic ruts. He moves his forehead to rest on yours, taking the occasional opportunity to try and swallow your cries. Every swipe of his tongue on yours makes your pussy flutter and has him pushing you harder into the floor.
“Alpha, please.Knot- Your knot. Please cum. Please- Pups. Your pups,” you sob on his lips, feeling teased by the bulbous swell of his knot knocking against your swollen lips and clit. “Need you. Need all of you.”
Your plea pulls a guttural growl from him, his facial muscles twisting and teeth clenching as he works to give you everything you need. Faster and faster his hips move, shoving your bodies across the floor and making your shoulders burn with each thrust, though it doesn’t compare to the burn in your core- the uncomfortably tight coil that begs to be snapped.
“Mine. My pups. Fuck- You’re Gonna- Yeah, you’re gonna be all mine. Full of- Full of me- mine.”
He’s gone, lost in a single thought, once again seeking your scent. He hastily moves his hands to grip into your hair, needing to hold onto something- anything as he chases fulfillment.
You cry and beg for more- for his knot, for his cum, for his pups, feeling so helpless for needing to be full of him so you know that you’re truly his. His cock continues to piston in and out of your sloppy cunt, each one with the power and intent behind it to stuff you full. With one last hard thrust, his knot bullies its way inside. Your eyes go wide, nails scrambling to find hold on his back and shoulders as if to transmit some of the pain of the stretch. Though the discomfort is only temporary, quickly fading into pleasure and reminding you that you were born to take him.
“Take my knot so fucking good. That’s my girl. My omega,” he coos just before melting into the full enveloping heat of your cunt.
It feels so hot. So fucking good that you wish you could stay like this, stuffed full of him, for the remainder of your days. You truly were born for this, designed by the gods to serve this man, your alpha, with a place to dump his seed.
“You ready? Ready to- oh fuck- Ready to take my cum? Gonna make you- Gonna be so full- All me. All mine. Oh fuck- oh fuck-”
All it takes is a few more of your sweet squeezes at his words for him to come bursting inside of you- cum shooting so hard that you can feel it like a faucet head against that deliciously deep spot against your walls, hot and sticky and oh so satiating as it fills you until you’re overflowing and spilling even around the plug of his cock. Your eyes roll shut, the sound of his broken howls of pleasure are nearly drowned out by the state of bliss you’re thrust into. Your belly feels so warm, so good, so pleased with the amount of spend that paints you.
It’s a few minutes of both of you trying to catch your breath before trying to move or speak. He finally softens enough to remove himself from you, somehow finding the strength to fall to the side and roll off of you rather than collapsing directly on top. It takes all his reserve to reach over to grab your hand and keep his eyes open to make sure you’re alright.
“That was- Sorry. I don’t know what- I mean, it was really good. For me. I just-” He fumbles through the fog of his brain, breath still a bit haggard. “Are you okay?”
You roll your head to look at him, this boy, this man, this alpha- your alpha that you only knew on a casual level just moments before. You smile, giving his hand a light squeeze. You’re already completely enamoured.
“Might be a little sore,” you giggle.
“Sorry,” he winces. “I have a bed. Don’t think I can get up though. So-”
Right on cue, his stomach let’s out a long and loud rumble, making his cheeks glow bright red.
“Give me a minute. I’ll order something to be delivered,” you say as you give your legs a testing stretch.
“You’re the best. I’m just gonna…close my…”
And just like that, he’s completely passed out naked on his floor. You giggle, scooting over to give an affectionate little peck to his sweaty forehead that makes the corner of his lip twitch into a momentary smile.
There will be time later to mull over the details and talk about the situation, but for now, you study the cute sleeping face of Hinata Shoyo and embrace the warm, secure feeling coursing through your body.
Omake
A few hours later, there’s a knock at the apartment door. Shoyo passed out again after eating two days worth of calories in one meal, his body doing its best to keep up with all the changes. Wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his sweats, you scuttle to the front door and peek out the peephole. Your heart stops when you see a familiar face. Tentatively, you crack open the door to the surprised face of Sakusa Kiyoomi, who stares you down, his expression even more intimidating with the black mask hiding the lower half of his face.
“Was told to check up on Hinata since you no-showed today as well. I’ll just- Yeah. Bye.”
A/N: pfft so somebody requested this for hinata like t w o y e a r s ago… hehe. ANyways, love me some yandere haikyuu boys. Kinda loving tendou’s, so I hope y’all like it. Enjoy!
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Tendou Satori:
“Darling, surely we’re not doing this now?”
“You know, I don’t think I like this game, YN. I suggest you end this before you cross a line you can’t come back from.”
You gulped but continued the search, digging through drawers and cupboards to find anything resembling a key. Tendou’s voice drawled from where you’d trapped him in the bathroom.
“Taking advantage of a man while he’s got his pants down—not cool, YN.”
You try to ignore him, try to stay focused on what you’re doing, but it’s so hard.
So hard when all he’s doing is heckling you in that damned tone of his.
Like you were a little kid playing an adult’s game.
That’s how he’d always been though, ever since he first kidnapped you. He treated you like you didn’t know how to handle yourself in the real world. He acted like you needed him to watch your every move and teach you how to conduct yourself.
That’s how your relationship had been before, when you were just a regular couple, but it was when you took notice of his gaslighting and tried to break up with him that he’d taken you.
No, YN, you can’t keep getting distracted. Stay focused.
Glancing back over at the front door to the apartment, you counted the locks once more. Three double-sided deadbolts, two padlocked latches. Somewhere inside the apartment were five keys Tendou never dared to leave without. You just had to find them.
“I’m getting bored in here, could you at least slip me a deck of cards or something? Otherwise I might lose my mind.” The teasing lilt hinted at the smirk on his face. No doubt he was utterly, completely calm. He always was when it came to you, because he thought he knew you like the back of his hand.
“Shut up in there, Satori!”
He snickered. “Well that was uncalled for.”
Like always, he knew how to get under your skin. Goosebumps rose on your skin, and you tried to shake off his taunts, dragging a hand through your hair with a deep breath.
He can’t win. I won’t let him. He’s not getting away with this.
“How about a snack at least, darling, pretty please? The toothpaste is starting to look appetizing.”
Nothing, absolutely nothing. You couldn’t find keys in the living room or the kitchen, so you resorted to investigating the bedroom.
When Tendou heard you approaching, he began to hum playfully. It was that song, the one he’d murmur while running his fingers along your skin, while tugging you in close after coming home from work. He’d whisper it into your hair at night, or you’d hear him singing it in the shower while you were still in bed.
“You are my sunshine,”
You slammed open the door into the bedroom, trying to block out the voice that rang out from the door right across from you.
“My only sunshine,”
Clenching your jaw, you began digging through the dresser, pushing aside clothes and feeling along the undersides of the drawers.
“You make me happy,”
With a huff, you gave up, moving on to Tendou’s nightstand. At the sounds of your struggles, his voice seemed to get louder, grow clearer.
“When skies are gray,”
Handcuffs and their keys, but none of which would fit the locks. You remembered when he’d first used them on you, the first night he kidnapped you. He was afraid you would do something “stupid” like try to attack him and hurt yourself in the process, so he’d shackled you to his headboard for your own personal wellbeing.
“You’ll never know dear,”
You slammed the drawer shut at the sight of them and moved to feel under the mattress, trying to ignore all the crumbs and dust that gathered under your fingernails amidst the attempt. Tendou, meanwhile, just kept growing louder.
“How much I love you,”
Then you felt it. Metal. A whole ring of it, too. Five keys jingled together when you yanked them out from under the bed, almost falling onto your back from your overzealous force. You almost teared up at the sight of them.
I’m getting out of here. I can see my family again.
Maybe your life would never return to normal, not after what Tendou had done, but you could certainly try. You missed humanity. You missed the outside world. How long had it been since you’d seen green grass or felt the warmth of the sun on your face? How long had it been since you’d felt rain dampen your hair or traced your eyes along the stars in the sky?
Too long. Far too long. At some point, you’d given up keeping track, but not anymore.
“Please don’t take my,”
You pulled yourself to your feet, misty eyes still stuck in wonder upon the ring of keys in your hand.
“Sunshine away.”
Turning toward the door, you felt the keys slip from your fingers, cluttering loudly when they hit the floor.
Tendou stood in the doorway, his head tilted to the side. A single red brow raised, his eyes wide with slitted, shrunken irises. He towered where he stood, spiky red hair close to brushing the top of the door. Long arms extended out and gripped the edges of the doorway, nimble fingers tightening around the wood.
A small smirk peeled back his lips.
“Well,” his eyes slipped down to the keys on the floor before gliding back up to your face, “nobody can fault you for trying.”
Mouth open in shock, your whole body began to tremble. A drop of cold sweat slid down your back.
His hands loosened from around the doorway, dilated pupils still latched on your form as he made his way toward you. When he stopped, he bent low, his breath brushing the stray hairs along your face as he snagged the keys from the ground with a tut-tut of his tongue.
His other hand swept up and grabbed your chin, forcing you to close your mouth with a warning tap to your lip.
“Guess I’ll have to find a new hiding spot, now, won’t I? Though, this certainly was the most fun we’ve had in a while, darling.”
You didn’t even flinch when his lips ran along yours. “Who knows?” he shrugged, pulling away. He tapped your nose with his finger before intertwining your hand with his, leading you from the room. “Perhaps, if you ever try this again, I could turn it into a scavenger hunt. Give you clues and such from wherever you try to trap me next.” He snickered. “Now wouldn’t that be fun?”
You didn’t respond, face turned toward the keys he’d tossed behind carelessly onto the bed. It was like he wasn’t worried you would make an attempt toward them. Like he wasn’t worried you’d ever get the chance.
“Of course, like then, you’d be punished afterwards for trying, but isn’t that part of the game?”
“Punished?” you stuttered, taking the seat in the barstool he encouraged you into before releasing your hand, moving to the other side of the kitchen island to scour the fridge.
He stopped his search, pulling out a carton of eggs and eyeballing the date. “Well surely you didn’t think you could try to leave me without there being consequences.” He didn’t even spare you a glance as you blanched. “But don’t worry, that fun will come later.”
Then he set the carton of eggs on the counter in front of you with an all-too pleasant grin on his face. “Now, how’s about eggs for breakfast, sunshine?”
Hinata Shouyou:
It’s when he’s approaching to kiss you that you are able to lock him up.
It’s the first time he’s ever done such a thing; though he’s the one who’s kidnapped you, you are the one who dictates how far he can go before you pull away.
Of course, he’d been disappointed the first few weeks when you didn’t want him to touch you or even see you at all.
But after a particularly bad day, when he’d come home crying and bawling and tugging you into his arms, curling around you, you’d been given a little less leeway on just how much you could pull back from him.
It seems, though he’d been addicted to you in general before, he was now addicted to your touch specifically.
“YN, please! Why are you doing this?!”
He’d come home that night in a bad mood, and for some reason you were sure he’d talk your ear off about while hugging you on top of him on the sofa later. But right now?
…Right now, he had a different idea.
“I’m tired of waiting, YN,” he’d whined as he approached, though there was a dark glint in his eyes. For every step he took toward you, you took one back. Step, step, step, step. He just kept following you.
You hadn’t realized he’d cornered you in his bedroom until you felt the backs of your knees hit the mattress.
“YN,” he hummed, rough hands cupping your cheeks as a strand of red hair fell over his eyes. “Can I just have a little?” His gaze fell on your lips. “Just a taste? I promise I won’t take any more.”
“Just a little.”
A flicker of pink as a smirk grew on his face.
I don’t want this. I swear I don’t want this.
No! I don’t want it!
His face was so close you could feel the heat of his gasp mingling with yours the second your knee flew up to meet his groin.
“AGHH!” he screeched, tugging himself away. Hinata dropped to his knees, hands cupping his crotch as he let out small, pained whimpers.
That was when you ran out of the room, dodging his grasping hands and slamming the door behind you. You grabbed the first thing you could think of to shove in front of it.
“YN-”
In a matter of seconds he was up and at attention, slamming the door against the sofa as you pushed it in front of the doorway. The hefty furniture effectively crammed itself in the small hallway of its apartment and limited the angle he could open the door to just a sliver.
“YN! Please, don’t do this! Please!”
“Just let me out, we can talk about this!”
“I know you’re unhappy, but don’t you see I’ve been working so hard to change that? Please, just let me out!”
A single brown eye peered at you through the sliver of the door, pupil dilated and lid unblinking.
“I thought I was giving you enough, YN. What do you want? Do you want a puppy? My neighbor has the cutest dog, YN, I promise. You’d love it,” he pleaded, faux excitement tainting his voice.
The single eye followed your every move as you paced around the apartment, mumbling to yourself about what to do, how to get out. “I could get your favorite food! It’s just down the street, I know you’ve wanted it. I was planning to get it tomorrow to celebrate our two-hundred day anniversary, but I can get it now if you like! Call it our one-hundred and ninety-ninth day anniversary! It could be our thing!”
“Please, YN, it could be our thing. Remember how we used to have things?”
You tried to ignore him. You really did. As you dug frantically through his cabinets and shelves, his desk drawers and bathroom cupboards, you considered shoving a couple cotton balls in your ears just to block out his nervous exclamations.
The thought did cross your mind, but only for a second. Soon enough, the blood pounding in your ears was doing the job. Your mind fogged as you searched, struggling to believe that you had a chance to escape.
Is this real? It was this easy all along? That was all I had to do?
Hinata’s cries weren’t helping your nerves any. Instead, you felt your shoulders grow more tense each time you heard his desperate, breathy voice. You felt like curling in on yourself and giving up.
It can’t be this easy. What the hell is going on?
You glance back at the door, staring at the lock that lined it. You’d consider breaking a window, but you knew the apartment was on the fifth floor of the complex; jumping from that height would be a death sentence.
You hadn’t completely lost your will yet.
No, no. You just needed to find the keys. The door on the outside appeared normal, wooden. On the inside, though, Hinata had gone through the trouble of layering it with a few sheets of metal. One could kick the door in, but could not kick it out.
The keys.
Where the fuck are they?
“YN, I love you. So, so much. I just wanna see you, please! Let me see you at least.”
He pounded against the door with his fists, tremoring the door and the sofa, but not moving it. Tears pricked your eyes at the sound; you were so close, so goddamn close. You weren’t sure how Hinata was going to react after this if you didn’t escape, and you didn’t want to find out.
“Fuck,” you hissed under your breath, eyes darting around the living room as your hands yanked at your scalp. “Fuck!”
“YN, please.” His was quiet, more forlorn than you were ever used to. “I don’t want you to leave me. I get so lonely without you.”
“Lonely, huh?” The words crawl up your throat before you can stop them. “You think you’re lonely?” A headache forms at your temples, but you ignore it as you storm toward his room. “You don’t know true loneliness until you’ve been trapped inside your crazy ex-boyfriend’s apartment, no friends, no family, for days on end.”
“You think you’re lonely, Shouyou? Try putting yourself in my shoes.” Frustration has formed a weight in the pit of your stomach. You feel glued to the floor waiting for his response, almost… almost, you supposed, hoping for an apology of some sorts.
You loved him at some point in your life, and, no matter how insane he looked and sounded when he said it, he loved you too. You just wanted to know if he felt even an ounce of pity for what he had been putting you through.
“Shouyou, I just-”
“You’re lonely, YN?”
You pause, voice caught in your throat. Hinata’s tone is tainted with nothing but genuine curiosity. Somehow, though, you feel like you’ve messed up.
“I-…um-”
“Are you lonely without me?”
Shit.
“YN.” You catch his eye in between the small opening of the doorway. His gaze is intense, suddenly focused and attuned to his surroundings. “Say it again.”
“Say you get lonely when I leave you at home. Say you miss me when I leave for games and practices.” There’s a creaking sound of sorts, but you can’t quite tell where it originates from.
“Please, I wanna hear it again. Say you want me around all the time, that you need me close by so you don’t feel lonely anymore. Say it.” Breathy, yet goading.
Shame and anger raise a heat to your cheeks, and you’re flustered that Hinata has misconstrued your words in such a way. You didn’t want him. No, you didn’t. What you wanted was to not be locked away and deprived of human contact like you were.
That was all.
Creak. “You’re so cute when you blush. But don’t worry, YN, I won’t tease you. I’m just so glad that you’re finally being honest. Lonely without me? God, YN, I’m so in love with you.”
Creak. “I’ll never make you lonely again. I’ll make sure of it.”
Crack.
Adrenaline in the heat of the moment allows people to do amazing things. You’ve heard stories of mothers lifting cars, people bending metal or jumping from buildings. Doing things that should be impossible.
You supposed that was why it was so easy for Hinata in that moment, all riled up by your words and your actions in such a short amount of time, to crack the door in half. The one hinge the upper-half was still attached to allowed it to fly open, barely catching its splintered wood on the back of the sofa.
One second, you watched in horror as the half-door slammed against the wall, rattling the hanged picture frames.
The next, you saw a flash of orange before your back slammed against the wood flooring. A throbbing pain shot up your spin and down to your tailbone, but something sturdy and soft cradled the back of your head so your skull didn’t suffer the same fate. A weight, not necessarily overpowering, left you cemented to the floor, legs out flat as your arms lay limp at your sides, numb with shock.
Hinata sat above you, on his knees and straddling your thighs. One hand, as you figured, was behind your head, lifting it so you could face him. The other, though, hovered over your face, trembling.
A look of wonder was painted on his face as he watched you. And if you looked closer, you could have seen a hint of adoration.
“YN,” he whispered, his hand finding home cradling your cheek. “I mean it.”
“I’ll never make you feel lonely again.”
And then he kissed you, desperately.
And you hated yourself, despairingly.
Because, deep down, you felt some vile, repulsive hope that he was telling you the truth.
A/N: Just the one, but I really wanna do more for other pairs like Daichi-Sugawara and such. Not really sure how I feel about this one in general, but I hope y’all like it!
Word count: 1157
Hinata Shouyou and Kageyama Tobio:
With ease, these two take up all your attention.
One minute, Hinata’s trying to show you his improving math grades, and the next, Kageyama’s trying to show off his power serves.
Neither one leaves you alone for long but as soon as they come together on you, everything turns into a zoo. Kageyama’s shyly holding your hand, purely for the peer pressure of Hinata draping his entire arm around your waist.
Let’s face it–you’re just another contest between them.
However, as soon as a new boy even looks like he’s trying to come into the picture, they’re gonna scare him away. (This is one of the few times they work together for a common goal–how sweet!)
Hinata will try his best to politely ask the man to leave you alone… but that doesn’t work. So now it’s Kageyama’s turn.
He glares. And then he glares some more.
All silence. Just glares.
And then the boy never bothers you again! Really, it’s that easy.
They’ll never kidnap you unless absolutely necessary, but that really never happens considering they’re already the only men in your life.
Kageyama’s terribly awkward in showing his affection to you, but Hinata is the complete opposite. The shorter has no shame in tackling you in a hug, while the taller most definitely is terrified of even brushing the hair from your face.
But Hinata has much to learn too. While Kageyama understands your desire to not stand out, Hinata just loves to show you off to the world!
This includes kisses (bordering on making out) in the middle of class–a huge no-go for you.
All it takes is one “You know she hates that, dumbass!” and Hinata’s learned his lesson, but he’s still antsy to show you off.
To volleyball games, your attendance is mandatory. Some days they wouldn’t even dare to play if you weren’t there to watch.
They love to see you cheer for them, no matter how much it makes Kageyama blush while Hinata jumps up and down. One successful quick attack and both boys’ gazes search the crowd for you, finding home and waiting for your approval like a pair of puppies.
They’re such good boys.
However, this totally presents a problem the minute you all graduate high school.
It would be a lie to say they completely hated sharing, but there was still a small rivalry of who would get you once the inevitable split happened.
Whose games would you go to more? Who would you live with? How would the other have to compensate?
You didn’t want to leave them either. After all, it’d been three years. In that amount of time, there was no way their love was still completely unrequited.
A compromise was met.
You lived in an apartment in a city exactly halfway between both boys’ teams. They paid for your living expenses–because of course they loved to spoil you–while you went to the local college. It was perfect!
Until it wasn’t.
There was a boy.
In one of your classes.
He was nice. Too nice.
But he wasn’t the only one.
Suddenly you had friend groups you were hanging out with, people who had no idea what you liked or what to keep you away from.
When Hinata and Kageyama agreed to meet you one Friday night at your apartment and you weren’t home, that was the last straw.
Clearly you couldn’t be trusted on your own. Clearly, you didn’t deserve that freedom.
And then they found you, smiling, chatting, laughing with what could only be described as undeserving scum, Hinata and Kageyama snapped.
“Please don’t!”
“It’s for your own good, YN. You didn’t listen to us!” Normally, Hinata couldn’t bear to see you cry without shedding a few tears of his own, but tonight his eyes were dry. His face was still sad though as he handcuffed you to Kageyama’s bed.
Kageyama enters the room, a suitcase in each hand. “Here,” he hands one to Hinata. “This one stays at your house while I keep this one here.”
The new plan: you were to be locked up in one of their homes, switching every week.
Hinata accepted the bag with a nod, tossing one last glance at your crying form.
“YN.” He couldn’t resist, brushing the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. Hinata cringed in sadness at the way you flinched away from his touch, but he didn’t mention it. “Please. You know I hate to see you cry. Look at it this way,” he forced a smile, caressing the skin underlying your cuffs, “now you don’t have to wait for one of us to come to you, because we’ll always be here. And if you want to see the other, we can FaceTime!”
Kageyama clenched his jaw at the scene, wishing he didn’t have to keep you locked up just to keep you in his apartment.
But he knew it was for your own good.
Finally, when Hinata couldn’t take anymore of your crying face, he rose from his crouch at your side with a whimper and made his way to Kageyama standing in the doorway.
“Remind her that I love her every day.”
“Okay.”
“And that she can always call if she needs to.”
“Okay.”
“And don’t forget that she’s almost on her-”
“I know that, dumbass, you don’t think I have that marked on my calendar?”
“I was just saying, Kageyama!”
“Whatever.”
And with that, Hinata left with a suitcase of half of your possessions in hand.
Kageyama sat by your side on his bed the minute his front door closed, one of his hands reaching up to brush through your hair. “You understand why we needed to do this, right?”
You couldn’t hold his blue gaze for long before more tears sprung to your eyes. “Please…”
Kageyama shook his head, dropping his hand to cup your cheek. “It’ll be like this for a while. At least… at least until we can trust you again. All right?”
When he saw your bottom lip begin to quiver once more, he knew reasoning with you was pointless. Even though he’d known you for years, handling your emotions was still foreign to him.
Hinata was so much better at that stuff.
Kageyama huffed and rose to his feet, pressing a hesitant kiss to your forehead before moving to the suitcase sitting on the floor. “I’ll help you unpack, and tomorrow maybe you can come with me to practice if you’re good, okay?”
Kageyama and Hinata were always going to struggle with sharing you, but it was an issue they were willing to work through. After all, they shared one common goal: keeping you by their sides.
hinata shoyo x reader, 7.7k words, bittersweet summer angst like iced matcha latte, written for @hanayanetwork’ssummer collab! read on ao3 @ chopchopmanbun <3
p.s. someone almost drowns, please watch out for that!
“Your leaving revealed its reverse: your coming, vibrant in its goodbye.” — Pedro Salinas
i.
Someone once said that God’s loneliest creation is the eye. Unaware of the other eye, it never holds what passes through it; it cannot hold what passes through it. Not even the full moon that forever orbits around the earth but never crashes.
A coin-shaped tear on the fabric of the night sky, it’s eternally apart from the sun, its own shadow born in another land, and thus also lonely in its own right. Even if the sun touches it with its sunlight-shaped fingertips, it lets them go and offers them to the footprint-carved sand.
Tonight, as the Brazilian air traces the grooves on your face, all of God’s loneliest creations gather below the balcony of your hotel room, and your heart is their guest of honor.
hinata shoyo x reader, 7.7k words, bittersweet summer angst like iced matcha latte, written for @hanayanetwork’ssummer collab! read on ao3 @ chopchopmanbun <3
p.s. someone almost drowns, please watch out for that!
“Your leaving revealed its reverse: your coming, vibrant in its goodbye.” — Pedro Salinas
i.
Someone once said that God’s loneliest creation is the eye. Unaware of the other eye, it never holds what passes through it; it cannot hold what passes through it. Not even the full moon that forever orbits around the earth but never crashes.
A coin-shaped tear on the fabric of the night sky, it’s eternally apart from the sun, its own shadow born in another land, and thus also lonely in its own right. Even if the sun touches it with its sunlight-shaped fingertips, it lets them go and offers them to the footprint-carved sand.
Tonight, as the Brazilian air traces the grooves on your face, all of God’s loneliest creations gather below the balcony of your hotel room, and your heart is their guest of honor.
immediately attacks your lips, kissable and pretty, it feels like it was made to be savored by him. he has a grip on your waist as he walks you backwards, leading you through the long hallways of your shared home and into his favorite room in the house: the bedroom. he continues to push you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed though his lips has not left yours since he’s stepped foot through the front door. he’s been gone away for so so long and he’s been missing you dearly. he figures that there’s no better way to get reacquainted than this.
semi, SUNA, tsukishima
immediately lunges at you. you almost topple backwards, not just because of his momentum, but also because this man is huge.all muscle and all smiles for you, the person he’s lucky enough to call the love of his life. he bends down and nuzzles his face into your neck, then crushes you to his chest and you feel like you can’t breathe. it doesn’t matter though. you cannot get yourself to care. the only thing that matters is himis the fact that he’s homewith you. in his heart, he knows for sure that there’s no place he’d rather be.
You have a huge crush on each other and his family ships you guys
a/n:i am about to SCREAM with these exams coming up, but take this as valentines thingy or whatever
context: you and him have been friends since y’all’s early years, and by time you start to develop feelings me being a sucker for childhood friends to lovers rn for each other. their parents notice that and make some comments about it !
included characters: Atsumu Miya, Hajime Iwaizumi, Shoyo Hinata
warnings:couple content on valentinesgenre:masterlist.
Atsumu Miya
So youve been friends with the twins pretty much your whole life
and you’re really glad to have them as your friends
but you just like one more than the other
so there you are
sitting between them because the twin’s momma invited you to stay for dinner
you and Atsumu have been teasing each other for the entire day at this point, so when he pokes your side again, you grin and give it right back
„Just take a room you two.“ Osamu says, ROLLING HIS EYES
The audacity
„Samu!“ Atsumu complains and you choke on your food
„y/n would be a lovely daughter in law.“
„mOoOM!“
At this point you’re smoking red, osamu annoyed and Atsumu is tryna keep his lies stable
HajimeIwaizumi
After an exhausting day of teasing from the other third years, iwaizumi invites you over
Why they teased y’all?
BECAUSE EVERYONE CAN SEE YALLS HEART SHAPED EYES, THATS WHY
Oikawa is SO over it because he always has to hear y’all talk about each other, but neither of you has the balls to confess
Anyways
Iwa‘s momma is very excited to see you
You’ve been often at his place, so no one minds when he’s up in his room for a minute while you talk to his mom
„You know dear, everytime you’re around, Hajimes smiles a bit more.“ A sweet lady so you better say thank you mrs iwaizumi
Your cheeks warm up and you smile at her
Ong im too single why am i doing this
She doesn’t know about your huge crush on her son BUT SHE KNOWS
„he even asks me sometimes if i-“-„mom!“
Homeboy is a bit red when he comes into the living room ngl
JUST CONFESS ALREADY OH MY GOD
Shoyo Hinata
He is literally so chaotic and obvious what
Like how do you not notice
You pick his sister up from school with him
You bought her sweets okay
Natsu is so excited when you give them to her, she just hugs you thight
„You are so nice, y/n! Shoyo and I love you sooo much!!“
<- you
<- Hinata
<- NATSU THE ABSOLUTE ICON
„you know how excited she gets about sweets“
you just laugh the entire situation off awkwardly, ignoring red faces, stuttering and banging hearts
How she knows you may want to know
Well☝
Hinata would happily tell sugawara or yachi what you did today, how pretty you looked, how cool you are, wha—
Or maybe call Tanaka for some advice maybe not
And he’s not really quiet when he does that
But if you and him get together, just know Natsu is the one to plan the wedding
ALT
