#and SUGA hands his button to daichi before he can even try

[daichis-kitty]

hi lydz! 🥹🫶🏽 i've had this idea on my mind but haven't had a chance to really explore it. i just really love the idea of daichi confessing to you at graduation by giving you the 2nd button on his uniform jacket and that button eventually turning into a pendant you wear on a necklace on your wedding day 🤧🤧🤧🤧

Characters | Sawamura Daichi x Fem!Reader

WC | 500+

A/N | Anon I love love this idea and I really hope I have done it justice for you🥺 Honestly this was so sweet the thought of it alone had me swooninggg😭 Hope you enjoy!! Flashback is in italics!!!

Tip-Jar☕️ | Navi | Drabble Masterlist

The world felt like it was going in slow motion, as though time had stood still to allow you this moment of peace. A moment to reflect.

A mere second in time where you can cherish the weight of what just happened, or what was still happening. Daichi’s hand felt comfortable in yours, the steps you were both following rehearsed for months before. Your first dance.

The time before this moment felt like a whirlwind, almost as though Daichi had swept you off your feet and you had been floating along ever since. The button felt heavy on your chest, the weight of it telling. Your first meeting was far from perfect, it felt rushed, yet here you both were. Years later and still just as in love as you were back then.

You couldn’t believe you had just graduated high school, your mind was flooded with thoughts of the future as you exited the stuffy hall. Although it was eased by the fresh air that hit your face, as well as multiple cherry blossom flowers that had fallen from the trees above.

You watched as people around you hugged relatives, friends and high school sweethearts. All celebrating the future ahead, although there was something nagging you. Not allowing you to celebrate just yet.

You felt lost, like you had no idea what the future would hold. You weren’t ready to leave this part of your life behind. As your eyes passed over the students celebrating, it fell upon the gym. The one place in the school you found held the fondest memories, where you spent the majority of your time with your friends.

As you started to reminisce, a figure interrupted your thoughts.

“Y/N-chan, congratulations!” Daichi smiled as he spoke, his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink. Almost matching the cherry blossom flowers that had been swept into his hair by the wind.

“Thank you Daichi-san, congratulations to you too!” You giggled slightly as you reached up to pick the flowers out of his hair, causing his cheeks to heat further at the gesture.

You watched curiously as he reached down and took the second button off his uniform, handing it towards you sheepishly. Your eyes widened at the gesture, your own cheeks heating in response.

“I-” He stopped as if to consider what he was about to say before getting the courage to continue. “I really like you… I just wanted you to know before we both graduate and I regret not saying anything.” He finished, playing with the button in his hands nervously as he awaited your response.

“You okay there babygirl?” Daichi whispered down at you, seeing you clearly lost in thought. Other people are now surrounding you on the dance floor, your choreographed routine now reduced to gentle sways with your new husband.

“I’m perfect…” You whisper back, an adoring smile gracing your features at the memory.

“So you’re not reconsidering?” He teases in a hushed tone, angling himself to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Definitely not…” You hum, as your hand comes to grasp fondly the button that was sitting as the pendant on your necklace. Daichi just smiled at the small gesture, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you both swayed, wishing to stay in this moment forever.

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[box-of-roses]

୨⎯ "Would You Fight for Me" ⎯୧

Characters: Daichi, Sugawara, Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Hinata

Warnings: Fights, blood, injuries

A/N: I’m coming back slowly but surely from my writers block 😭 the request -> Intimidating S/O

Daichi

Definitely gets worried about all the fights you get in. Don’t worry though, he eventually learns to keep bandaids and gauze pads on hand at all times.

Your first date he was a little shocked when you walked over to him in your full goth makeup and outfit but quickly got over his shock. Thought you looked really good and wondered how long it took you to get ready

Tried to do your makeup one day and it make both of you laugh

The minute someone even thinks of making fun of you he’s on it. He knows you can handle yourself but you’re his partner let him do this :)

“Eww, look at them. Why is he with them?” His head whips around so quick. Holds your hand and you two share a look. You nod to let him handle it this time with a little smirk on your face.

“I’m with them because they make me laugh and make my heart flutter. They also have good taste which is something you’ll never have.” You smile and wave at them and blow a kiss before continuing to walk with Daichi

Sugawara

Saw you outside of school first and he’s definitely one to want a goth partner. I can’t explain he just gives off those vibes

Kisses your hands after fixing them up when you come back from a fight

So much chaos. You two pull pranks on everyone

The minute someone tries to insult you the both of you are laughing as he watches you handle them.

He finds it hot when you fight people

“Those two are so different. How did she bag him? Their makeup is too much, and look at how bad it looks! I could be so much better with him.” You turn and Suga just crosses his arms and smiles.

“At least I don’t look like I got dressed in the dark. I mean come on, those earrings with that makeup? It’s hilarious that you think you could have a shot with him. Maybe you should check how caked your makeup looks before commenting on other people’s makeup.”

Suga gives you a kiss before walking away with you. “You’re so hot when you do that.”

Tanaka

Begs you to do your makeup on him

Like he’ll see how good you look with it and is like “Please baby!!!! I wanna match with you!”

Leads to you going to a thrift store to get some stuff for him

Didn’t think he would enjoy it as much as he does

You hand him a couple band tees, button ups, and some leather pants. “Go try these on love.” He smiles as he goes into the changing room and sees how it looks.

“I look so hot babe!” You chuckle and roll your eyes a bit.

“You gonna come out and show me?” The curtain flings open and he flexes and poses as he shows off his outfit.

“My ass looks so good in these jeans!” He does another spin. “Now jewelry and makeup and we can match.” You hand him some jewelry you found and he puts it on excitedly.

“Go change back and we’ll get that. When we get back home I’ll do your makeup and we can go out tomorrow to show it off.”

Nishinoya

Much like Tanaka he wants you to do his makeup

You think you fight a lot? He’s backing you up in all of them. You don’t need it but he can’t help it. Someone fights with you they get him too. Package deal right there

You both go to the nurses office way too often

She knows you both by name now. Literally just sighs when the two of you walk in with bruises and cuts

“Wait on the beds and I’ll bring the supplies back.” You and Noya hobble over to the beds and wait for the nurse to get back.

“You looked so hot babe! When you hit that guy and he ran away!” Noya smiles at you as you roll your eyes. “Why are you kinda….”

“Yeah, yeah, pack it up!” You say as the nurse comes back and fixes the both of you up.

“Could you two please fight less? I’m running low on bandages again.”

“We’ll try!” You both say as she sighs.

“You kids have fun this weekend.” She puts away the first aid kit as the both of you walk off hand in hand.

Hinata

Brags that he got a s/o before Kageyama

“Guess who got a partner. This guy! They’re literally so Wow! You know?” Noya and Tanaka understand as he goes on describing how he feels so “woosh!” Are you and how being with you makes him feel like playing volleyball.

“How did you bag them?” Is what everyone is thinking as you walk in bruised with bandaids and cuts on your face and hands. Speaking of your hands you have a bento box in them. You smile as you walk over to your boyfriend.

“Hi love, I brought you a snack since I know you get really hungry during practice.” The jealousy is radiating off of literally everyone as Hinata smiles and hugs you before taking the box and beginning to eat. You stay around and watch the rest of practice.

You two go on the best dates

He goes with you to all of your concerts.

You wanna see this person? Suddenly he has two tickets. Where did they come from? Don’t worry about it

Starts listening to goth music so he can understand when you start talking about your bands

RULES NAVIGATION

[kisuga]

“STACY’S MOM HAS GOT IT GOIN ON!”

atsumu, sugawara, iwaizumi, daichi

cw: +17, the reader is stacy’s mom, simping, V SUGGESTIVE not smut tho, go listen to the song.

“stacy, can i come over after school? we can hang around by the pool. did your mom get back from her business trip? is she there, or is she trying to give me the slip?”

atsumu knew he was down bad from the moment he saw you sucking on the cherry so lewdly. you sat on the yard chair beside the pool, eating some fresh fruit. your white button down revealed your cleavage, and your hair was tousled due to being up for so long. you were absolutely alluring. atsumu could feel himself get riled up, and the scorching hot weather was surely not helping him. this was why he wanted to come over. you were ravishing for your age. mature and sophisticated too! he knew that tricking your daughter into thinking he liked her was downright roguish. but it wasn’t his fault you’re so hot!

-

“stacy, can’t you see you’re just not the girl for me. i know it might be wrong but i’m in love with stacy’s mom.”

suga was so sorry, he really was. he didn’t expect himself to be fantasizing over you instead of your daughter. his heart raced, his hands got clammy, and he yearned to feel you against him. it’s amazing that your daughter hadn’t caught on, especially when koushi’s eyes always shot down to your ass when you walked away. he simply felt no attraction towards her. all the effort he put into making himself presentable was for you.

-

“stacy do you remember when i mowed your lawn? your mom came out with just a towel on. i could tell she liked me from the way she stared. and the way she said ‘you missed a spot over there’”

iwaizumi simply thought he was doing honest work. helping out two great women and keeping their house pretty. that’s all. but he suddenly felt blood rush through him once he saw you. dewy skin shone as the white towel wrapped around you, barely hiding your upper thighs. hajime didn’t realize he was staring dumbly until you shouted ‘you missed a spot!’. you gazed at him curiously, admiring his toned muscles. maybe you’ll ask him to clean the rain gutters too.

-

“and i know that you think it’s just a fantasy but since your dad walked out your mom could use a guy like me.”

daichi comforted your daughter through everything. he gave you his condolences too. but deep down, daichi was elated. thank god you left that sorry excuse of a man! now you’ll realize how good of a guy he is! he’d help cook dinner, fix your car, and even kiss your cheek goodbye before work. he just needed to wait till your daughter moves out, break up with her, and then he could do so much more for you.

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[bubbleteaimagines]

KARASUNO BOYS AND YOUR SCHOOL UNIFORM

MINORS DNI // 18+

DIACHI SAWAMURA

daichi goes wild for that little skirt and the button up top

honestly, he can’t even focus sometimes cause he’s too busy wondering what’s underneath it

he’s a gentleman so he won’t look if you bend down but you can see him visibly struggling when you come back up

“uh...daichi? what’s wrong?”

meanwhile in his head—

“don’t look, dammit daichi don’t look, she’ll think you’re perv, don’t you dare,”

daichi.exe has stopped working

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

suga absolutely lives for seeing you in your uniform

there’s no greater sight and he gets to see you like this everyday

the thing is, everyone thinks he’s oh so sweet

but little do they know suga is the type to fuck you in that uniform, dragging you to the club room only minutes before practice

“but suga...what if someone catches us?” you worry but he’s too busy pushing your skirt up to care

“they won’t,” he reassures, fumbling with the short material, “so long as you can be quiet babygirl.”

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

kags doesn’t really think about it too much until he gets a firsthand view of what exactly is under it

you bend down innocently one day, picking up a book you dropped and kageyama just so happens to stop behind you

he’s about to ask if you need any help when it happens, the wind blows ever so slightly and up goes your skirt

kags gets a frontrow view of your cute pink panties and mans is never the same after that

he immediately freezes up, and starts stuttering and blushing like a dumbass when you ask what’s wrong

“kags? are you alright?”

you’re seriously worried about this man cause he hasn’t said anything but gibberish in the last five minutes

he feels like such a perv cause he just can’t stop thinking about those panties and suddenly, everything noya and tanaka ever said about those uniform makes sense

ASAHI AZUMANE

asahi notices, of course he does

but he’s too shy to ever say anything

he doesn’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable so he keeps it to himself

but one day

you guys are getting down and dirty

you’re in his lap, skirt riding up and top buttoned down just enough to see your cleavage

and suddenly...he just gets a thought

“a-actually can you l-leave it on?” he’ll stutter shyly as you’re about to take the material off

“asahi? you sure?” you ask, wondering why he has a sudden interest

he nods, “i just think you look so cute in it,” he’ll tell you, but really asahi just wants to see you get railed while wearing it LMAO

HINATA SHOYO

like kags, he doesn’t really give much thought to it

like yeah you wear it but isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?

but oh

everything tanaka has ever said suddenly makes sense when you bend down and hinata gets to see you in all your glory

“here you go hinata,” you tell him cutely, handing him back his dropped water bottle. “hinata...?”

tanaka and noya are snickering while hinata just stands there like a fish out of water

daichi is shaking his head, but he understands

“guys? what’s wrong with him? he hasn’t breathed in five minutes!” you’re honestly kinda scared as you shake your boyfriend, but he isn’t responding

“don’t worry, he’s just seen the light,” tanaka crackles

it takes kageyama throwing a volleyball at his head to snap out of it

but BOY

“oh no, hinata you dropped it again!”

he sure did

TANAKA RYUNOSUKE

tanaka wakes up every morning just to see you in that uniform

it’s his drive, his motivation, his will to live

he definitely notices it and he isn’t afraid to tell you how good you look, either

“oh y/n-chan~”

“yes, tanaka?”

“i think you dropped something! might wanna come pick it up.”

he isn’t slick, you know he just wants to see you bending down cause your ass gets exposed

“nice try.”

“awe man!”

on the off chance that you actually do play along with him, tanaka will actually pass away™️

“you—skirt—sexy—god—jesus—”

“close your mouth t, you might catch flies.”

you broke the poor boy

[hornime]

hq boys and toys | karasuno

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, brat taming, one (1) mention of bondage, threat of orgasm denial, public sex kind of, degradation, double penetration (different holes, one with toy), overstimulation, mention of dumbification, oral (f!receiving), vaginal penetration

characters included: ennoshita, sugawara, tsukishima, daichi, hinata, tanaka, yamaguchi, nishinoya, kageyama

a/n: I WANNA MAKE THIS A SERIES BUT IDK WHAT TEAM TO DO NEXT SO LMK WHICH SCHOOL YOU GUYS WANT

loves them and will use them even before you ask:

>> ennoshita: "stop fucking whining.” the loud squelching of lube swirled in the air as ennoshita thrusted the pink fleshlight up and down the length of his cock. “this could’ve been you if you weren’t such a brat today.” you moaned into the gag, the restraints tying your hands behind your back clinking noisily as your grinded greedily against the vibrator he’d set against your clit. your eyes were rolling into the back of your head as you got close, so close, to your orgasm, your pleasure intensifying with the sound ennoshita’s groans. his voice shocked you out of your thoughts: “and you better not cum until i tell you to. otherwise i won’t touch you at all. got it?”

>> sugawara: "what’s wrong, sweetheart?” suga’s words seemed inconspicuous enough, and the genuinely concerned expression on his face would’ve fooled anyone, but you could see the hunger in his eyes as his gaze bored into you. his thumb moved slightly on the screen of his phone and the vibrations against your crotch intensified, making your hands reach out to grasp at the front of his shirt. you buried your head in his chest in an attempt to muffle the little noises escaping your lips. “wanna go home?” you nodded your head, your grip on the cloth tightening. “we’ve still gotta finish our groceries.” he looked in your eyes, tears threatening to spill from your lashes. “but if you’re good, i might just cut this trip short.”

>> tsukishima: you always knew that tsukishima was a little shit. but it was times like these when you definitely knew he was a little shit. his only purpose in life was to push your buttons, and that button, that had you writhing on the bed and clasping the sheets. “all worked up from a little vibrator?” he scoffed, smiling evilly at your weak form below him. “you’re such a pathetic slut.”

never been super interested in them but will definitely try it out if you want:

>> daichi: "god, you’re gushing. are you really that turned on from having something in your ass?” you moaned in affirmation, the ability to form coherent words ripped from your brain countless orgasms ago. “didn’t know you were gonna like it this much,” he muttered into your shoulder. “but now that i do, i’ll be sure to keep it in mind.” daichi took the pad of his thumb and pressed it on the bejeweled buttplug, pushing it even farther into you. you threw your head back, broken whines leaving your mouth. he grimaced in jealousy at the sight of your hole sucking in the silicone, before glancing back up at your blissful face. “next time, your taking my fingers.”

thinks using them means they’re not doing enough for you: 

>> hinata: “bet i can make you feel a lot better than a stupid toy.” hinata gritted his teeth as he pistoned his cock in and out of you, barelling you both into your orgasms. his moans of pleasure turned into small sobs as he continued his pace, fucking his cum in and out of you, doing his best to ignore the slight pain of overstimulation. “gonna make sure you never need anything other than me to make you feel good,” he gasped. “all right? gonna fuck you so ha—hard and fast that ’m all you can think about.” tears were running down his flushed cheeks as you writhed underneath him. “fuck every thought of those dumb toys out of your silly, little head. don’t worry baby, i’ll make sure you feel good.”

>> tanaka: “still thinking about that vibrator, huh?” tanaka mumbled into your inner thigh before flattening his tongue over the length of your glistening pussy. “still think it can treat your pretty clit better than i can?” he pursed his lips and sucked gently on the bud before pulling your hips higher and plunging his tongue into your hole. he groaned at your taste, eagerly lapping up your juices as if it was his last meal. you reached your orgasm with a mind-shattering shudder, the sheets you wrapped around your fingers the only thing keeping you from flying away. “you liked that, baby? i’ll give you as many of them as you want. as many of them you need to forget about that worthless toy.”

wants you to use toys on them: 

>> yamaguchi: you looked down at the man before you, his shaky breaths and small twitches of his legs caused by the vibrating ring seated at the base of his leaking cock. you straddled him, teasingly rubbing your wet folds over his flushed tip, earning a series of whimpers from him. “you like that, ‘dashi?” you lowered down onto his length at a painfully slow pace, the rhythmic clenching of your cunt causing something inside yamaguchi to snap. he grabbed your hips and pushed you down until he bottomed out. your eyes shot open as a moan was ripped from your throat, hands gripping harshly at his forearms. “’m sick of your teasing,” he growled, swiveling his hips so that the vibrations from the cock ring made direct contact with your throbbing clit. you whined at the overwhelming stimulation, bucking your hips in a feeble attempt to escape the sensation, but he kept his vice grip on your waist. “no, no, none of that. you wanted to use a toy on me, right? you should’ve known that there were going to be consequences. i’m gonna make us both cum so hard that we pass out. hope you’re ready for it.”

>> nishinoya: noya’s nipples looked agonizingly swollen, the original pink color darkened by multiple shades as the clamps made blood rush to the buds. he was fucking you from the back, his back draped over yours, nipples dragging over the sharpness of your shoulder blades with every thrust. “oh, fuck,” he groaned. “din’t know this was gonna feel this good.” as he moved his hips faster and faster, each brush of your skin on his chest grew more and more intense until you were both cumming. “ohmygod, fu—agh!” he bit your shoulder to stifle his noises, the pleasure coursing from every inch of his body sending his mind reeling.

toys? like beyblades?:

>> kageyama: “toys like sex toys, tobio,” you sighed exasperatedly. “you know, like vibrators? dildos? that kind of thing?” he cocked his head to the side, confusion clear on his face. “but why would you want toys when we have each other?” “they can like,” you waved your hand vaguely, “make it feel better. for both of us. we obviously don’t have to anything with them if you don’t want to.” he ran his hand through his hair. “no, i’m definitely interested, just a little... lost. lemme do my research, all right? give me a week,” he smile darkly, “and we’ll see how much ‘better’ these toys can make us feel.”

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[realcube]

their team reacts to seeing them with hickeys/back scratches 💫

characters: kageyama, akaashi & kita

tw// fem! reader, sexual references, swearing, blood 

kita tw// mentions of daddy kink, punishment, overstimulation - MINORS DNI 

KITA’S IS AGED UP!!

thank you anon for the request 💗

Tobio Kageyama

he was on tanaka’s team for game amongst karasuno and he watched his senpai take off his shirt and wave it around after they scored another point

but instead of putting the shirt back on, he kept it off bc he was too lazy to go get it since he threw it to the other side of the gym

then noya took his shirt off too bc he was sweating buckets 

but kageyama wasn’t really sure why they had their shirts off so he felt the need to ask

‘why aren’t you putting your shirt back on?’

noya was just kinda like ‘who are you, my mom?’ but tanaka gave him a straight answer which was ‘it helps with ✨ aerodynamics✨’

kageyama isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed so he doesn’t even know what aerodynamics are

but then he watched tanaka make a killer spike and he was sold 

shirt = off

aerodynamics = thriving (?)

sets = awesome

back scratches = exposed 😳

hotel = trivago 

tsukishima was the first one to notice ofc as he was positioned right behind kageyama 

he didn’t say anything tho bc yamaguchi was on the opposite team so he just had to snicker to himself

hinata was like ‘what’s so funny, stinkyshima?!’ bc he automatically assumed that tsukishima was laughing at him lol

but then he followed tsukki’s gaze and leaned back to look at kageyama’s back too

‘yeesh, man. you should probably put some aloe vera on that or something, it could get infected.’

AIUWRAFHBE ok ok hinata isn’t completely oblivious to the connotations of back scratches but he’d never think in a million years that kageyama would get laid so he kinda subconsciously ruled that possibilty out-

kageyama quirked a brow, ‘what?’

‘your back! it’s all mangled.’ 

then noya and tanaka ran over and fkn BURST OUT LAUGHING 

at this point, all of kageyama’s team was surrounding him while the other team waited patiently for them to serve

but after a while, it was clear that they weren’t gonna do that so suga - who was on the opposing team - strolled over to see what they were all laughing about

and when he saw it- bitch- he went red 

a cool mom so he probably made a suggestive remark as he walks away

it eventually got to the point where everyone in the gym was crowded around kageyama and for ease, i’ll categorize their reactions:

laughing their ass off  ➵ tsukishima, tanaka, nishinoya, coach ukai & yamaguchi

concerned and confused  ➵ yachi, takeda, hinata & narita 

a blushing mess  ➵ asahi, kinoshita & sugawara

unfazed 😐  ➵ kiyoko & daichi 

LIVID  ➵ kageyama

‘WHY DO YOU ALL CARE SO MUCH ABOUT MY BACK?!’

kageyama could literally break his neck and walk into practise with a neck brace and no one would bat an eye but now that he has scratches on his back, suddenly everyone is so concerned about his wellbeing? where with this energy that time he said that hinata gave him a concussion?

to be fair, he didn’t have a concussion- also, he forgot the word so he told suga that hinata gave him a ‘conclusion’

daichi agreed, trying to usher everyone back to their spot on the court, ‘yeah, it’s no big deal, guys. let’s get back to practise.’

everyone slowly made their way back to where they were previously but since tanaka and noya were still on kageyama’s team, they continued to pry 

tanaka flung his arm around kageyama’s shoulders, ‘so how’d you get those scratches, big boy?’ 

an ungodly laugh left noya’s mouth

kageyama shrugged, ‘(y/n), i think.’

the whole gym room went silent before erupting in choruses of laughter once again

‘WELL YOU AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND NEED TO CALM DOWN THEN!’ tanaka wheezed

kageyama was truly the idiot that didn’t understand the implications of the back scratches - so you can imagine that he was frustrated when everyone started laughing again

‘what’s so funny?’ but then, he recalled the events which he was pretty certain were the reason for the marks on his back......it was pretty funny

you insisted on giving kageyama a back massage after a long day of practise so he took his shirt off and let you go for it 

for the record, he really loved it :)) he was just so happy sitting there between your thighs as you sat on the couch and rubbed his back, loosening all the knots he didn’t even know he had

but then he got a lil’ inch on his back and was like ‘can you get that for me?’ since your hands were already on his shoulders/back

ofc you said yes and started lightly scratching the spot he desired, but being extra careful bc you just got you nails done in the stiletto shape and the last thing you wanted to do was puncture his back lol

‘harder..’ kageyama muttered so low that you almost didn’t hear him

you obliged, pressing a bit harder 

‘harder.’ he insisted once more

again, you served by digging your nails in a bit deeper

‘harder.’

‘no, kags. i’ll literally pierce your skin if i press any harde--’ 

‘harder!’ he barked (for a joke) and you jumped from fright, instinctively pushing in more and increasing the pace of your hand

at this point, you were rigorously clawing at his back, on the verge of drawing blood which you could tell by his skin’s newfound crimson pigment 

kageyama took it upon himself to lean backwards onto your nails to force you to go rougher as you had yet to ease his itch 

then you let out a high-pitched scream so naturally, kageyama jerked away then peered over his shoulder to make sure you hadn’t like..died

‘what?!’ he asked, eyes filled with worry

‘blood!’ you yelled, pointing at his back before sprinting to the kitchen to get a tissue 

kageyama’s gaze followed you until you were out of sight, then he lightly touched his back around the parts you were scratching and once he pulled his hand away, he noticed the blood which was now on his fingers

‘oh.’

the concerning part was that he didn’t even feel it tbh 🤔

anyway tanaka and noya probably coo ‘oooh~ lovebirds~’ when you come pick him up from practise

Keiji Akaashi

bokuto heard some ppl whispering about akaashi & (y/n) in the changing room so he turned around to take a look at his friend then he noticed the scratch marks on his poor friends’ back

‘AKAASHI!! DID YOU GET MAULED BY A BEAR?!?!’ he screamed, grabbing the attention of everyone in the changing room and those who weren’t whispering about akaashi before, were definitely doing so now

akaashi smiled softly and shook his head, hastily throwing on his shirt and buttoning it up as he spoke, ‘no, bokuto-san.’

bokuto quirked a brow, wondering what could’ve possibly happened before his jaw dropped to the ground

‘is it ‘cause i patted your back a bit hard earlier?!?!?’

akaashi didn’t even bother to question how bokuto could think that a slap on the spine could lead to scratch marks and instead just replied normally, ‘no.’

bokuto was stumped once again- why else would his buddy have marks on his back? and why was (y/n) such a prominent name floating around in this changing room? doesn’t everyone know that she is taken by bokuto’s best-bro akaashi?

....

WAIT

bokuto’s jaw hung open once again as his soul left his body through an overdramatic gasp, before leaning in and whispering in akaashi’s ear, ‘wait- don’t tell me- you and (y/n)-’

akaashi’s cheeks tinted red slightly so he turned his head away while he pulled on his blazer, ‘no.’

bokuto let out a light sigh of relief, gently patting his pal’s back, ‘ah, good. but then, where did those marks come from?’

before akaashi even got the opportunity to open his mouth to respond, komi and konoha passed the pair, konoha patting akaashi’s shoulder and komi shot him a toothy grin accompanied by a thumbs-up, ‘get some, akaashi.’

then they walked off, konoha mubbling something about his chances with (y/n) being ruined 

this left both bokuto and akaashi extremely confused

once all traces of komi and konoha were gone, akaashi proceeded to explain himself

‘backne is a horrible thing.’ he murmured, grabbing his satchel, slinging it over his shoulder before strolling out the changing room. ‘i’ll wait for you outside.’

and bokuto just stood there like (。_。) ‘what’s backne?’

Shinsuke Kita

atsumu had invited the whole squad back to inarizaki for one last game before coach kurosu’s retirement 

after ages of arrangement, the whole team were able to make an appearance at the game - whether that be for 10 minutes or the whole thing

kita was able to stay for the whole thing

he was currently warming-up while chatting with aran before he was approached by atsumu, who was as lively as ever

‘mister rice farmer! it’s good to see you again!’ he sung, tossing his arm around kita’s shoulder and patting it in a friendly manner, ‘how’s life been treating ya?’

kita and atsumu somehow managed to make small-talk as if they hadn’t been apart for the last 6 years

‘me and my girlfriend have only been together for 6 months but i think i’m ready to settle down.’ atsumu mused, tapping his elbow before realising that he had been talking about himself for a while, ‘but anyway, i see that you and (y/n) are still going strong. haven’t y’all been together since the first year of highschool? that’s impressive! when are you gonna wife her up?’ 

kita perked up upon hearing that, ‘uh, yes. but how do you know that?’

atsumu couldn’t help but smirk, casually running a hand through his hair before motioning to the hickey on kita’s neck which was on semi-display, ‘right there, bud.’

kita looked down but unfortunately, his neck didn’t bend enough to see what atsumu was referring to 

‘also,’ atsumu chuckled, slightly embarrassed about what he was going to admit ‘i saw the pic of her you put on your facebook.’

‘ah, okay.’ that one kita could understand

atsumu was about to open this mouth to say something but then the shrieking noise of the coach kurosu’s whistle rang through the gym room, indicating the start of the match

the game went surprisingly smooth tbh 

minimal fights :o

but kita did get teased quite a lot smh 

anyway, after everything was all said and done and everyone started to filter out the gym, kita rushed to the bathroom to check himself in the mirror and see what atsumu was referring to on his neck

once he took a look at himself, he frowned

just as he thought, a hickey - that’s embarrassing

it was clear you made an effort to place hickeys in areas that would be hidden though as the bruise was barely peeking out from under the collar of his jersey, atsumu just has a rather keen eye 

however, that wasn’t going to stop kita from pounding you dry when he gets home - as a punishment ofc 

kita was about to leave but he couldn’t help but stay and stare at himself in the mirror for a bit longer, recalling last night as he wondered at what point you bit those onto his neck

was it during the 2nd round? or the foreplay? or perhaps the 4th round? wait- no- definitely during aftercare cuddles!..or actually, maybe the 1st round?

in all honesty, he couldn’t remember 

to him the whole night was a blur of pounding into you relentlessly, overstimulation, pleads for mercy, tears, passionate kisses and praise

with a sprinkle of daddy kink but let’s not talk about that

oh, and not to forget the way you’d call out his name just as you were about to reach your orgasm 

or your sweet, lewd whines that echoed through the room when he thrashes against your sensitive spot 

and don’t get him started on the cute little nicknames you have for him that squeal out through moans, like ‘daddy’, ‘master’, ‘sir’ etc 

kita snapped out of his fantasies, letting out a sigh and about to exit the bathroom- until he noticed himself in the mirror out of the corner of his eye

he was hard

smh smh smh 

now he was stuck between a rock and a hard place

(literally 🤠)

he could either potentially embarrass himself or cause an accident by walking to his car and driving home with a throbbing boner

or he could call you to help him jerk off in a bathroom stall

so he took a seat in one of the stalls - for the sake of the ppl he might run over if he did otherwise  

he rung you up and thankfully, you picked up and you weren’t feeling bratty enough to deny him the help he needed so badly

although it wasn’t a very pleasurable experience since he was constantly on hyper-alert just in case the janitor walked in, at least he got a lot of nostalgia from it :))

[intheticklecloset]

You're the Coolest (Haikyuu!!)

Primary Universe

@happyandticklish We're going back in time again! Consider this a bit of backstory for the events of "Burn Some Calories." I personally really love this one; there's not enough ticklish Noya in the world and he's so dang cute! Thanks so much for the fun prompt! Enjoy! ^^

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This little first-year was at once making him look really bad and pushing him to do even better.

From the moment he’d introduced himself, Yuu Nishinoya had taken the court by storm. The kid was a natural libero, able to receive and defend better than anyone Asahi had ever known before. His bright smile and outgoing personality lit up the gym, making practice both more fun and more intense as everyone strove to do better, inspired by his energy.

Asahi admired him greatly for that. He, too, promised to work harder and improve in all areas so he could be worthy of sharing the court with Noya. As time went on, though, he found that it didn’t seem to matter how hard he worked; the first-year was always several steps ahead of him. While Daichi, Suga, and the others began to serve better, block better, and spike better, he himself – the ace of the team – remained steadfast in doing just as well as he always had. Sure, every practice was helping him improve, but only marginally compared to his teammates. Noya was always smiling and encouraging, but Asahi felt more and more like he was being left behind, and the weight was crushing him.

All of that changed one night after practice.

“All right, guys,” the captain announced, “time to call it a day. First-years, clean up. Second-years, put the gear away.”

Everyone shouted their affirmation and scattered to do as they were told.

Noya came bounding up to him, grinning. “You were great today, Asahi! You’ve been working on your serves, right? I can tell.”

Asahi gave him a tired smile. “You don’t have to do that, Noya.”

“Huh? Do what?”

“Act like I’m making such great progress.” Asahi gripped the ball he was holding before tossing it into the bin nearby. “I’m obviously not.”

“Sure you are.” Noya looked up at him, eyes wide and earnest. “If I’m having to work harder to receive them, that means you’ve been working harder to improve them. It’s logic.”

“That’s more a testament to how amazing you are than anything.”

“You think I’m amazing?”

Asahi looked down at his underclassman, astonished. “Of course I think that. You are amazing, Noya.”

Noya beamed, gently pushing his fist into Asahi’s chest. “You’re amazing, too, ace.”

“Not compared to you. You’re so…so energetic and adaptive and tough, and I’m…I’m none of those things.”

“Tough? I’m not tough,” Noya laughed. “You’re the tough one.”

Asahi tossed another volleyball into the basket. “Yeah, right.”

“You are!”

“Noya!” Tanaka snapped from the supplies closet. “A little help would be nice!”

“Hang on a second, Tanaka,” the libero called back. “I’m giving a pep talk here.” He turned to look up at Asahi again. “You’ve got to believe in yourself more, dude. I can see you’re improving. All of us can. Why can’t you?”

“Sure, I’m improving. Just not enough.”

“Everyone moves at their own pace.”

“I’ll never be as awesome as you.”

Noya frowned, and the look was so unusual for him that it gave Asahi pause. “I’m not as invincible as you think I am, Asahi. I’ve got weaknesses, too.”

“I have yet to see one.”

“Where do I start? My test scores are average at best, I’m total crap at serving – kind of why I chose to play libero, honestly. Oh, and don’t get me started on my luck with girls—”

“I meant physically,” Asahi said quickly, putting an end to that train of thought. “Physical weaknesses. On the court. I haven’t seen any.”

Noya hesitated for a moment, suddenly looking embarrassed. He glanced around to make sure no one was listening in, then lowered his voice. “Look, I’ll admit something to you, because you need the encouragement and I trust you. But you’ve got to promise not to tell anyone else, okay?”

Asahi swallowed, nodding.

“I’m ticklish,” Noya said quickly, cheeks turning pink as he spoke. “Like, stupidly ticklish. One poke and I’m completely useless.”

Asahi stared at him. He scanned him up and down, his mind automatically filling in the blanks. Ribs, sides, waist, knees. All places he’d attack first if he were to tickle Noya. Not that he was going to, of course. Not after the libero had specifically said he trusted him.

“Oh,” he said at last, voice soft. He blinked, straightened. “Well…I suppose that counts.”

“Nishinoya!” Tanaka yelled.

Noya whirled around and ran to him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!”

Asahi watched him go, then blindly – as if in a daze – picked up the rest of the volleyballs and helped take down the net, putting it away for the night. Ticklish, he thought, and that was all he could think. Noya’s ticklish. Noya’s ticklish. Noya’s ticklish.

Once the gym had been cleared up and cleaned up and the captain had locked the doors, Noya found Asahi again, prancing up to him as if it was the first time he’d seen him all week. “So, feeling better now, ace?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I guess so.” Asahi took one glance at the libero’s smiling face and lost all control. He wanted to see that smile more. Wanted to make him smile like that more. He was dying to hear what Noya sounded like when he was tickled. So, in a flash, he grabbed the little first-year’s sides and squeezed.

As promised, Noya immediately burst into giggles and crumpled to the ground, his legs giving out beneath him. “Nohohoho, Asahi!” he pleaded, holding up his hands defensively as the ace knelt down to join him and dug in again, more purposefully this time. “Nahahahahahahahaha! P-Please, I tohohohhohold you, I’m reheheheheheally ticklihihihihish!”

“You had to know I’d want to see for myself,” Asahi countered, beaming at the adorable sight but lightening his touch slightly.

“Ahahahahahahahaha! Sehehehehehee?! I’m n-nohohohohohot so tohohohohough, am I?”

“You’re the toughest person I know, Noya.” Asahi snatched up both of his wrists and held them above his head, using his free hand to wiggle his fingertips into the grooves of the libero’s ribcage. Noya spasmed, laughter spilling out of him faster than he seemed able to keep up with. “You’re just a sensitive guy, that’s all.”

“Tehehehehehell that to the lahahahahahahadies!” Noya retorted, squealing when Asahi found the backs of his ribs and kneaded there. He tossed his head back and laughed unguarded. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Part of Asahi thought he should stop, but another, stronger part of him found that he simply couldn’t. Noya losing control of himself like this was just so…so unprecedented and unusual, not to mention the cutest thing he’d ever seen. He swung a leg over to pin his thighs down and dug in a little harder, enjoying the shriek he got in response.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, ASAHIHIEHEHEHEHE!!” Noya begged, smiling uncontrollably as mirth burst out of him in helpless waves. “STOP, PLEHEHEHEHEASE, I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!”

“You’re really ticklish, huh, Noya?” Asahi asked, half-teasing, half-serious. He trailed his fingers down to the libero’s belly and scribbled there. “It’s kind of cute.”

“SHUHUHUHUHUHUHUT UP!! I’M NOT CUHUHUHUHUHUHUTE!!” Noya insisted even through his frantic cackling and squirming. “I’M THE COHOHOHOHOHOOL, CONFIDENT LIHIHIHIHIHIBERO!!”

Asahi laughed with him at that. “Oh, are you, now? Not so cool and confident when I’ve got you pinned down like this, hmm?” He poked at Noya’s belly button, chuckling at the “eep!” he got as a reward. “Let’s see. Where’s your worst spot?”

“HAAH?!” Noya made a distressed noise through his giggling, twisting every which way under Asahi’s grasp. “N-Nohohoho, no, plehehease don’t, I cahahahahan’t take it! Reheheheheally!”

“I haven’t even found it yet!”

“Y-You wihihihihihill,” Noya replied, sounding nervous, his eyes panicked. “T-Then you’ll nehehever want to stop. Nohohoho one ever dohohoes.”

At that, Asahi pulled back, releasing Noya entirely as he climbed off of him. He frowned. “Whoa, dude, I’m sorry. Is this…is this traumatic for you?”

“No,” Noya groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes, still laying on the ground. “It’s just…I’ve got this reputation, you know? You were telling me yourself that you think I’m some awesome, unbeatable volleyball star. I…I like being cool like that. And this undermines that coolness.”

“Then why did you tell me?” Asahi asked. “If you were worried it would ruin your reputation?”

“Because it’s you,” Noya said, uncovering his eyes to look at him. “I trust you.”

I trust you. Those words again, with more meaning this time. Asahi smiled at him. “Then do you believe me when I say I’ll never tell anyone else about this? I’ll preserve your reputation. Don’t worry.”

“But…” the libero looked away, seeming embarrassed again. “My worst spot makes me sound ridiculous when I’m tickled there. There’s no coming back from that once you’ve heard it. That’s why I…I don’t want you to try it.”

Asahi felt a little wounded. “Why? Do you think I’ll think less of you?”

“Everyone always does. Once you lose your cool, you’re no longer cool. You know?”

“Noya, I’ll never think you’re not cool just because you’re a little ticklish. That’s silly.” When the libero didn’t answer, he continued, “But if you want me to stop here, I will.”

Noya turned to look at him again, and he frowned. “You really want to, don’t you?”

Asahi could feel himself blushing, but he couldn’t help it. “I mean…yeah. Tickling you just now was…was fun. I’d like to hear what other sounds you make. But not if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Ugh.” The first-year covered his face with his hands. “You’re the cool one, Asahi. I’d never let anyone else do this, you know? You’re the only one allowed to see me like this.”

Asahi’s heart leapt. “So…is it okay? Or do you want me to stop?”

“It’s my thighs.”

There was a pause. Taking that as an invitation, Asahi cautiously reached out to try said spot, but stopped when he realized Noya was still hiding. He leaned forward and gently pried his hands away, forcing him to make eye contact. The ace smiled, then carefully grabbed one of the libero’s thighs and squeezed.

Noya spasmed again, his smile back in an instant, and just as instantly covered up again.

“Don’t hide,” Asahi said, pulling his hands away again. “I want to see that smile.”

“You’re the worst,” Noya whined, giggling. “The actual worst. I can’t believe I’m letting you do this to me-EEEEEE!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Asahi chuckled, scratching and scribbling along his thighs, enjoying how the lightest touch forced him into this amount of hysterics. “You know what, Noya? This is way more than just cute. This is cool.” He found the inner thighs and kneaded, making the libero toss his head back and scream like a banshee. “This is really, really cool.”

“NO IT’S NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOT!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASAHIIIEEEEEE!!”

“Yes it is! Seeing you laugh so freely like that, like you don’t care who’s watching or listening? That’s really awesome. You’re the coolest, Noya.”

“SHUT UP, SHUT UHUHUHUHUHUHUHUP!!”

“Don’t be rude! I’m your upperclassman. I know what I’m talking about.” Asahi left Noya’s thighs, darting back up to his ribs and scribbling wildly, enjoying the tussle of trying to keep up while the little libero squirmed around on the ground, curling up, giggling wildly. “You’re so cool. The best first-year in the bunch. Don’t tell the others, though.”

“Please,” Noya wheezed, grabbing onto Asahi’s wrists, too weak to actually push them away. “Please, stohohohohop tehehehehelling me I’m cohohohohool whihihihihile you’re tihihihihihickling me!”

“But you are!” Asahi insisted, grinning at how red Noya’s cheeks were becoming. “I already thought you were cool, but your laughter is awesome. I think you’re cool whether you’re ticklish or not. I want you to believe me. Do you, Noya? Do you believe me?”

“Yehehehehehes, all rihihihihight, I’m the c-cohohohohohoolest kid on the theheheheheam!” Noya relented, giggling so hard he was gasping for breath. “Plehehehehease, stahahahahahap it! Let me gohohohohoho!”

Beaming, Asahi did as he was asked, allowing Noya to catch his breath before reaching down to squeeze his shoulder. “You’re the best, you know that? When you’re around I always want to do better. To improve. Having you share this with me and letting me indulge a little bit makes me feel like I can do anything. Because if our cool, confident libero trusts me enough to do this, there’s nothing I can’t do. Right?”

Nishinoya looked up at him incredulously, then burst out laughing all over again. “Oh my god, you’re such a sap!” he cried, clutching his stomach as he rolled onto his side. “All right, fine, you’ve convinced me. I’m glad my being so stupidly ticklish makes you feel invincible.”

“You’re not stupidly ticklish. You’re extremely ticklish,” Asahi countered, reaching down to scribble at his belly. “Because you’re an extremely cool person.”

Noya beamed, giggling, allowing his friend to have a little more fun at his expense.

From that day forward, he never called his sensitivity stupid again.

[volleychumps]

Ok finally (my last one) a scenario where the Karasuno boys (I will always trade Kenma for Tanaka) are at a Halloween party and their crush comes in wearing the sexiest/hottest costume that boy could ever wet dream of (they’re crush lost a bet and had to wear it). I’d love to see what each boy would want their crush dressed as and to see them flustered when their crush comes over to chat them up. Again you’re an amazing writer and I hope you see these! I’m crossing my fingers.

This request was suuuper fun to write and I chose the costumes off the personalities of these nerds, I hope you enjoy!!!

I wrote for the ones I chose in the mix of our boys considering they’re scenarios, hope that’s okay!!

Karasuno Boys (+Kenma) w/ a Crush in a Sexy Halloween Costume 

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Daichi (lmao don’t blame me for the choice of costume Dai is a simpleton)

“Consider yourself lucky I even came.” 

“Boo, no fun, Dai!” 

The captain narrows his eyes at his vice-captain as Suga shares a knowing grin with Asahi and Kiyoko as the first and second years run about through Kuroo’s abnormally large house. The shared halloween party hosted by the Nekoma captain himself consisted of the teams of Fukurodani, Nekoma, Aoba Joshai, and Karasuno along with their managers- a party in which Daichi Sawamura was not informed of the magnitude. 

The Karasuno captain was decked out in a pirate costume, chosen to match with Sugawara, a costume Daichi would have never agreed to wearing had he known the party would be consisting of people outside the team he trusts. 

However, there was no purpose in pouting. Before Daichi could scold Hinata and Kageyama for perpetrating a challenging game of Just Dance against Lev and Yamamoto, Yachi tugging on an arm of someone who had yet to emerge into the entrance caught his attention. 

“Y/N~, come out!” 

“I said I would wear it, not that I would show myself in it.” Your voice snaps, and Daichi involuntarily feels heat rise to his cheeks as he realizes: as a manager-in-training for the Karsuno team, the invite also obviously extended to you.

Daichi looks away from his conversation with his fellow third years to gape at the sight. He had definitely wondered what the girl he liked would look like in one- 

he just wasn’t expecting to see it. In person, and not out of his late-night fantasies of seeing you in his jersey with nothing underneath it. 

Yachi, dressed as a simple princess, giggled as you attempted to pull down the volleyball shorts that clung to your legs so tight almost like a second skin, a Karasuno jersey just barely covering your ass with low in behold-

The number one gracing your back. 

Instead of the standard ponytail or braids, your hair fell in delicate waves down your shoulders, your goregous makeup out of place for the volleyball player costume you wore. You glare at Kuroo’s wolf-whistle and manage a small grin to the first-years that rush up to you- 

“Y/N-chan, you look soooo pretty!” 

“Shut up dobe, it’s not like our uniform is anything special-” 

“It’s still a costume. She doesn’t play volleyball.” 

“Thanks for the analysis, Tsukishima.” You laugh a little, moving through them to get to try and get to your seniors as you glare at the one who made the bet with you. 

“Why Dai’s number, Kiyoko?” You whine, leaning on Daichi with totally platonic intentions as the captain feels himself stiffen. In more places than one.

Daichi keeps his lips sealed shut at the wink from Kiyoko as said woman shoves both Asahi and Sugawara along, claiming she needed their help with getting more drinks with the intention of leaving the two of you alone as Daichi bites back a groan. The usually steady captain leans against the wall, looking away nervously. 

“U-Uhm y-you look-” 

“Nice costume, Daichi-senpai.” You wink once they leave, moving to lean against the wall as well while running a hand through your hair. “Guess you could say I’m you, huh? It’s weird being in the uniform, not being a player and all-” 

“Y/N.” 

You arch a brow at the crack in the captain’s voice, surprised at how flushed the captain’s cheeks were before realization dawns on your features. 

“You look really really nice tonight. The jersey suits you.”

“You think?” You fiddle with the hem of the jersey, noting the darkened expression on the captain’s face: either one of restraint or lust, you couldn’t tell. You smile through a bitten lip, finger tracing up his chest as you glance around, making sure no one could see as your breath tickles the captain’s ear in a surge of confidence. 

“I think I’d look better without it, don’t you think?” 

Daichi’s jaw slackens as you giggle, walking off to watch the Just Dance battle emerge with a sway to your hips, feeling the captain’s eyes bore into you from afar. 

Looks like he could consider himself very lucky he had come tonight. 

Sugawara

“Y/N, I will drag you. Don’t doubt I won’t.” 

“Nooo Bokuto, You never said anything about actually coming in to the party.”

 “You’re making a commotion, sweetheart.” 

Suga frowns, raising the rim of his cup to his lips at Bokuto’s choice of names for you as the Fukurodani captain attempts to drag his manager into the party. Although the vice-captain knew damn well you would never make the mistake of going for the playboy known as Bokuto, Sugawara still felt an itch of jealousy at the close bond the two of you shared, hence the slightly tightened plastic cup in his hold. 

Bokuto smirks at the stare from the gray-haired boy, thinking that the vice-captain should actually be thanking him, as a final tug pulls you into the party. 

Suga chokes on his juice. 

“A-Are you a sexy nerd, Y/N?” Akaashi manages out at the sight of his manager, heat flooding his cheeks at your knee-high socks and short school girl skirt, a pair of frames resting on your nose as your white button up only had two of the bottom buttons buttoned. Your hair had been pulled back into a messy braid, complete with a pair of open suspenders as you groan at all the eyes on you. 

Sugawara moved his damn eyepatch just to make sure what he was seeing was the real thing, feeling sensual emotions wash over him at the unexpected sight. 

The vice-captain remains shocked when you move through the herd of your boys to make your way over to him, a pout on your lips that was so unnecessarily attractive Suga had to gulp as you cross your arms over your chest, covering your red exposed bra with both arms. 

“You’re the only sensible one here right now, Suga.” You sigh to your friend, plucking the cup out of Suga’s hand and drinking from it. “Is this capri sun? You know me so well.” 

Snapping out of his trance, Suga clears his throat before chuckling lightly, tugging you out of the common area of the living room and into a more secluded, yet not completely empty room. Karui and Saeko point at the two of you excitedly, before leaving the room quickly as Suga takes even breaths through his nose- amazed he’s able to keep his composure. 

“This-” Suga pulls you forward by the two sides of your exposed button up, fingers buttoning up the rest of the buttons, covering your bra. “Is dangerous in a house full of men.” 

“Oh tell me about it.” You sigh as your close friend finishes closing up your top. “I lost a damn bet to Bokuto and-” 

“You exposed yourself to these boys because of a bet?” 

You blink at the raspiness and irritation now prevalent in Suga’s voice, suddenly at a loss for words as the look in his eyes makes your knees slightly weak. 

“U-Um...yes? Is there a man to show it to only?” Your tone is teasing, but Suga’s burning stare makes your mouth go dry. 

Suga clicks his tongue, eyes tracing over your figure one more time possessively as he suddenly turns, hand on your wrist. 

“I have extra clothes in my car.” 

He doesn’t have to turn around for you to see the redness on his features as a smile tickles the corner of your lips. 

“Only if you want them.” 

“Oh I do!” You chirp, letting him guide you out of the house as all tension drains out of the atmosphere, and Suga smiles to himself-

his hand moving to clasp in yours just a little tighter with his heated skin. 

Nishinoya

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m a ninja. Duh.” 

Nishinoya huffs, wondering why he had to explain it for the third time as Asahi laughs heartily, decked out in a sailor costume that exhibited the definition on his arms vividly. The shorter boy goes to pull his mask back up until the sound of your groaning voice catches within his hearing, the libero’s heartbeat automatically picking up. 

“No! Oikawa, don’t be more of an asshole than you usually are-” 

“Rude. A bet is a bet Y/N-chan~” 

Pulling up his mask can wait. 

Your sexy devil costume was tight in all the right places as your cheeks matched the shade of red your attire adorned as you stepped into the party, a steady silence settling around the room at your entry. Bokuto broke the silence with a sharp whoop from his spot next to Noya, who still had his jaw on the floor as you shyly pull at the leotard that resembled basically a red bikini, your attempt being futile. 

Shoving out of Oikawa’s hold, you rush over to to Kiyoko, pouting all the while as the woman dressed as an angel giggled and adjusted your devil horns as she strokes your hair in a there there motion, making Noya’s heartbeat skyrocket even higher at the sight. 

“N-Noya-san are you alright? You look faint.”

“I can die now. As a happy man.” The libero sniffs, not noticing you come over to the drink table and startling him from his position in front of the coolers. Now suddenly the most timid boy at the party, Noya blinks once to see that Asahi had left with the purpose of leaving him alone with his crush. 

The shorter boy gulps when your finger presses at the bottom of his chin, shutting his dropped jaw as wide brown eyes gape at you, pink dusting over his features. 

“You’ll catch flies.” You say simply, smiling a little through your bright red lipstick as Noya’s cheeks suddenly match your costume. 

“HahAHAH flies. Right.” 

You arch a brow, pulling at your stockings- oh god you were wearing stockings- as Noya tries to find steady ground, thinking that if any deity was ever giving him a sign- this was it. 

As you throw back a drink, Noya does as well, the sound of the shot glass hitting the table. 

“You look extremely sexy tonight, Y/N. I’m saying that in the least pervy way possible.” The words come out rushed as an amused tilt to your lips makes the libero calm a little, hand over his heart as if he was swearing something. 

Your devilish attire had sent a rush of confidence through you as you find yourself playing coy. 

“Well,” you take another step forward, Noya gulping when your fingers find the cloth of his mask. “I suppose this costume did make the guy I wanted to see it most find it that way.” 

Noya remains frozen in shock as you pull down his dark ninja mask to place your lips over his cheek sweetly, winking once before escaping back to Kiyoko right as the adrenaline could rush down-

Noya soon following in your escape path soon after, your scent filling his nose as he wonders if he would be sinning tonight. 

Kenma

“Your parties are lame.”

“Says the guy who didn’t even wear a costume.”

Kenma rolls his eyes as he relaxes more into his seat on the couch, the console in his hand sounding with beeps and the like as he mildly points a finger to the top of his head to an annoyed Kuroo through the heavy music and beer pong. 

“This is a costume.” 

“A pair of dollar-store cat ears is not a costume, Kenma!” 

Kenma blinks at the foreign voice, looking up once to not only see a smirking Kuroo, but you-

your sensual cat costume hugging your figure amazingly along with drawn whiskers, a pair of more appropriate cat ears resting on your head than his as your sheer tights seemed to show even more skin than without them. 

Subconciously, Kenma turned off his console right away, wondering just when the team manager of Nekoma he just so happened to have the biggest crush on walked into the party, much less up to him.

“Great party, Kuroo!” You beam innocently as Kuroo shrugs with an I-told-you-so expression to his childhood friend, Kenma glaring at him with flushed cheeks as the setter tries to find the right place to look. Anywhere else to look, please. 

“What are you drinking, Y/N?” 

“Juice. For Kenma too- and you better not be drinking alcohol Mr. Underage-” 

“You’re not a manager tonight, remember?” Kuroo grins cheekily as you take a seat next to Kenma, ignoring all the pairs of eyes on you. “That was apart of the bet~” 

“I’ll shove your bet right up your ass if you keep it up~” You respond in kind as Kuroo barks out a laugh before taking his leave, leaving you with the brain of Nekoma in the middle of a Halloween costume party. 

Kenma clears his throat, setting his console down before looking off to the side shyly, a hand on the back of his neck. 

“W-What bet did you make with Kuroo?” 

“Trust me, you don’t want to know- I came here in this cat costume and that’s that.” You giggle, crossing your leg over the other as Kenma’s eyes slowly trail towards the movement, looking quickly away again before shyly looking down at his lap.

“Can I take a turn?” You nod over to the shy boy’s console as Kenma mumbles a barely coherent yes, before handing it over, giving him an opportunity to calm his racing heartbeat as he watches you take it excitedly. 

“Parties really aren’t my thing.” 

“...Same.” 

Kenma feels a quirk to one side of his lips as he watches you- something out of a wet dream- excitedly fight against a computer in his game as he suddenly becomes glad he came to this lame-ass party.

“Are you gonna watch all night or play with me?” 

“I suppose beating you once or twice won’t bite.” 

“Did the Kenma Kozume just give me sass?” You raise your brows at the challenge as Kenma brushes some of his hair back, shrugging confidently as the man of the hour breaks your little moment. 

“How are my two favorite kittens doing?” 

“Go to hell, Kuroo.” 

You and Kenma look at eachother before laughing at the simutaneous reply, the Nekoma captain biting back a comment at the fact that they were bonding over insulting him-

honestly glad that his plan had worked. 

Tsukishima

“I really let Saeko help Y/N get ready for this halloween party.” 

“...and why are you telling me this?” 

“Oh you’ll see.” 

Tsukishima spares Tanaka’s shiteating grin another moment of wonder before shrugging and going back to watching Hinata and Kageyama try to outdo each other in a (furious?) game of Cards Against Humanity, finding it wonderfully hilarious that neither of them seemed to be very funny at all as Bokuto won every round. 

“And so she arrives.” 

“Tanaka-san, why are you telling me like I care?” 

“Cut the shit, Tsukishima! The whole team knows you’re a big softie for her.” 

Before the cynical blonde could absolutely deny that claim, the loud cheer of Saeko grabs his attention before doing so. Tanaka’s older sister pulls you into the party with a knowing grin on her face as you embarassedly comply, stepping into Daichi’s house party timidly. 

The nurse costume your body adorned was unreasonably tight, highlighting your upper and lower body parts amazingly, matched well with a nurse hat atop your head innocenly along with knee-high socks that seemed to make your already short skirt even shorter. You wave with a shy grin to the players from Karasuno as Tanaka has to hit Tsukishima to get his attention. 

“I-I’m sorry-what?” 

“I knew it, you softie.” Tanaka snickers, eyes widening when he sees Hinata and Kageyama making it a race towards you to compliment your costume, shoving Tsukishima before he can think about it. 

“Go! Before those two can!” 

Tsukishima goes to deliver a snarky rejection to the wing spiker only to find himself bumping into you, crude words falling on silent lips as your chest presses up against his frame in the process. 

“Oh crap, Tsukishima-Kun, I’m sorry!” 

The blonde moves to speak, but no words come out- only a blush coming instead to involuntarily spread across his cheeks.

“D-Did I hurt you?” You squeak out, and Tsukishima finds it extremely hard to meet your eyes when literally every aspect of your body he had admired from afar before-

was simply magnified with your costume. 

“No.” The blonde rasps, taking his glasses off to wipe them at the bottom of his shirt. “I’m fine.” 

“Are you really? Do you need a check-up?” You joke, doing a little jazz hands pose that the blonde couldn’t help but think was absolutely adorable. 

“Sure.” Tsukishima finds himself saying before he can stop himself. “Give me one. You’re supposed to be a nurse, right?” 

You blink, surprised, as Tsukishima glares at the crowd of Karasuno players looking on from behind you, suddenly wishing he could whisk you away somewhere private as a majority of them giggle like little schoolboys. 

You timidly take out a prop stethoscope, looking down at it and fiddling with it. “I don’t really know where your heart exactly is, much less if this thing works at all-” 

Tsukishima takes the device gently from your hands, moving to put it into both his ears and the circular part over your chest, trying his best to be as gentlemanly as possible. 

“Here.” The blonde arches a brow. “Your heart’s beating out of control.” 

“R-Really? Oh crap, you can tell?” Your eyes widen as Tsukishima continues to pretend to listen, a smirk overtaking his features as you had fallen for his trick.

“Nope. But I now know that it is.”

You squeak when Tsukishima returns the stethoscope to your nurse pocket, leaning down to mumble in your ear, 

“It’s just a prop, but you’re cute for trying.” 

So, as you stood there with a dazed look in your eye and reddened features to match the red cross on your hat, Tsukishima shoved his hands in his pockets before turning and walking off, looking pleased with himself as Tanaka and his sister high five from a distance. 

[sugawarassoulmate]

but i can't see you every night, free

you and suga have been dating for about four months but nobody on the team knows about it yet. the two of you didn’t mean to keep it a secret for so long — it’s just been nice not having anyone ask too many questions or make constant jokes. they’d all know eventually but for now, it’s still fun to sneak around with your boyfriend.

or car sex with sugawara

words: 2.5k

cw: fem!reader, exhibitionism, fingering, vaginal penetration, pet names, degrading (one line), cursing, minors dni.

There was something about long car rides that always put you at ease; you weren’t sure if it was the long stretch of road before you or the slight rumble that came with being in a moving vehicle. Whatever it was, it made you immediately say yes when the boys asked you to accompany them on their trip to a beach resort they found for the summer.

How could you say no to two weeks with your favorite people at a gorgeous resort? Plus, you might be able to sneak some time with Sugawara. 

You and Suga have been dating for about four months but nobody on the team knows about it yet. The two of you didn’t mean to keep it a secret for so long — it’s just been nice not having anyone ask too many questions or make constant jokes. They’d all know eventually but for now, it’s still fun to sneak around with your boyfriend.

And so here you were, sitting in the passenger seat as Suga barreled down the highway. The ride wasn’t super long, only a few hours, but Daichi made sure there were a few stops for gas and snacks. It was peaceful inside the car, the only sounds were the low hum coming from the radio and the light snores coming from Hinata, Nishinoya, and Yamaguchi who had fallen asleep in the backseat hours ago. Suga’s eyes were concentrated on the road while you stared out the window, enjoying the scenery. 

That was until you felt a hand on your thigh. You looked down and saw your boyfriend’s hands rubbing at your thigh, exposed thanks to the shorts you were wearing. Looking up, you notice that his attention never faltered. He just wanted his hands on you and it made you smile. Placing your hand on top of his and squeezing a bit, you brought your attention back to the window.

It was another few minutes of comfortable silence before you felt Suga’s hand moving up your thigh. You didn’t think anything of it first until the pad of his thumb rubbed against your clothed pussy. Your eyes widen, looking over at him and seeing him staring back at you — just for a brief moment. The look he gives makes you press your thighs together, you know what that look means but he can’t actually be thinking that right now.

“Seriously?” you whisper, remembering that you weren’t alone in the car.

He chuckles, taking a second to look at the rearview mirror before his eyes return to the road. “Everyone’s still asleep, princess.”

You look behind you and, sure enough, there are three sleeping boys in the backseat. For good measure, Yamaguchi even had his headphones plugged in, hopefully keeping him from hearing the two of you.

Suga’s hand starts moving again and you probably shouldn’t let him but even while he’s driving, you can hear the anticipation in his breath. The cons of sneaking around are that you don’t always have time to be intimate. For the past few weeks, you two have been relying on the makeout sessions at your house after volleyball practice. Not to mention you almost got caught the last time he fucked you.

It wasn’t your fault that Suga gets so riled up after practice. It was his turn to lock up the gym and he lingered behind under the guise of working on his serves. Once everyone was gone, he pinned you to the locker room door. Being the good (secret) girlfriend that you were, you tried to visit Suga and the boys during practice — sometimes it had its rewards. 

The way Suga was pounding into your cunt kept you two from noticing that Tanaka and Noya had made their way back to the gym after forgetting something. Suga acted quickly and covered your mouth with his hand, quieting your sobs until the coast was clear. You had no idea how they didn’t notice their precious setter was railing one of their friends. 

You’re brought back to reality when you hear the button on your shorts snap open. If you weren’t so terrified of one of the sleeping boys suddenly waking up and seeing what Suga was doing, you’d probably commend him for being able to do all of this while staying focused on driving.

“Please, baby?” he asks. His other hand gripping the steering wheel with want. “Haven’t been able to touch that pretty pussy in so long.” You hadn’t realized one of your hands grabbed his wrist. You want to tell him no; to wait until you could sneak off at the resort. But you had needs too.

Against your better judgment, you let go of his wrist. 

The sadistic grin that grows on Suga’s face catches you by surprise, but your attention is immediately broken when his fingers slip past your panties. You hadn’t realized how wet you got from just a few light touches. 

“Just focus on the road, my love.” you heard him say. Looking away from the backseat, you try your best to pay attention to the road disappearing underneath you. 

And God bless the way Suga knows your body better than you do. He teased you a bit at first, but the rational part of his brain knew that time wasn’t really on your side. With his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, two of his fingers pushed in and you were embarrassed at how quickly you were gushing around him. 

He laughed beside you. “Has my baby missed me too?” All you can do at this point is whine in response. “I promise once we’re alone, I’m going to  ruin  this pretty little cunt okay?”

Your thighs press together at his words and all you can think is Please let me cum, please let me cum, please, please, please…

Suga took notice and brushed up against that one spot he knew would drive you crazy — wanting to get you off as badly as you did. You were right there, trying so hard to cover your moans as to not alert anyone, scratching at the car seat. He can feel your pussy clench down on his fingers, his good girl is so close just a little bit more…

And your cellphone rings, startling the both of you. Worried that the sudden noise would wake the boys, you slap Suga’s hand away. Quickly buttoning up your shorts, you turn over your phone and see Daichi’s picture on the screen.

“H-hey what’s up?”

“Oh, did I wake you from a nap?” he asks, definitely noticing the hitch in your voice. 

“Yeah,” you lie, your pussy throbbing after being denied its release. “What did you need, Daichi?”

“Tell Suga to take the next exit. We’re taking a 20-minute break.”

A laugh escapes you. “We’d be at the resort by now if it weren’t for all these breaks, you know.”

“Hey!” Daichi teases. “I’m just making sure our drivers don’t get tired. See you soon.”

The call ends and you look over at Suga, letting him know about Daichi’s plans. He rolls his eyes but proceeds to take the exit anyway. The frustration on your face must be noticeable cause he places his hand on your thigh again.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you soon.”

You want to respond but Hinata and the others start waking up and suddenly, both of Suga’s hands are on the steering wheel.

 After one last break, you all had finally made it to the resort — and, thankfully, Suga kept his hands to himself the entire time. The extended drive had tired everyone out and it had been pretty late anyway, so it was decided that it would be best to turn in for the night. 

The cabin you all rented for the trip was quaint but it had enough space for all of you — of course, you’d be rooming with Kiyoko and Yachi which would only make it harder for you and Suga to get some time alone. 

Daichi realized that the fridge in the kitchen hadn’t been stocked, meaning there wouldn’t be any food for breakfast.

“I’ll see if there’s a convenience store,” Suga offered, keys already in hand. “We can just get some essentials for now.” His eyes glanced over in your direction and you quickly caught on.

“I can go with him,” You announced, trying your best to sound nonchalant. Nobody seemed to notice and Daichi thanked you two for offering.

And you and Suga were back in the car, off to run your little errand. But something was telling you that there was something else on your sweet boyfriend’s mind as he drove into the night.

 “I don’t think the convenience store would be around here,” you said sarcastically, taking note of the remote area Suga had taken you to. “Are you kidnapping me?”

He had somehow taken the two of you to a heavily wooded area, with trees dense enough that it was impossible for anyone to see where you were. The car was turned off and your boyfriend had gestured for you to sit in his lap. You hopped over the console and greedily climbed on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Suga’s hands circled your waist, fingers rubbing against your skin. “I don’t think it counts as kidnapping if you’re coming willingly.” He laughs at his own joke, you roll your eyes. To silence him, you close the distance and press your lips against his.

He leans in almost immediately, tongue entering your mouth as his fingers dig into your waist. He pulls away to attach his lips to your neck, biting down causing you to whine.

“Not too hard, Kou,” Remembering the last time Suga left a hickey on you — Hinata noticed it during practice and blasted it for everyone to hear. You didn’t think the “burning yourself with a curling iron” excuse would work a second time. Suga grunts in frustration but relents to your request, removing your top and nipping at your chest.

“Better?” he asks, tongue swiping at your covered nipple.

Playing with the ends of his hair, you pout. “No, actually,” and Suga quirks his eyebrow. “I want more, Kou…” You say, grinding into him. He had been doing such a good job today of keeping his own desires hidden but the way his cock was hardening underneath you said everything you needed to know.

He feigns surprise when he looks up at you. “Does my princess wanna get fucked here?” he asks as if he isn’t unbuttoning your shorts this very moment. “Being away from me has turned you into a needy slut, hm?”

His vulgar words force a choked sob to leave your lips. You can feel his fingers rubbing against your clit and now, without an audience in the car with you, there’s nothing stopping you from moaning as loud as you want. He bites down on your chest again, with enough force that you’re sure he left a mark this time, at least it’s in a place nobody will see.

But as good as it feels, you need more. “Koushi, please,” a beg. “I didn’t get to cum last time...you promised.”

And, being the ever so generous boyfriend that he is, Suga pushes your panties to the side and shoves two fingers inside you. Fuck does he love the sound of your cries in his ear. You were so wet for him, your arousal running down his hand. Oh, how needy you must have been today when he tried to play with you earlier. From the way your walls were sucking him in, he knew you were close and your whines of, “Please, please, please…” just egged him on even further.

Creaming all over his hand, the tension you felt all day finally released. Suga felt you slump on top of him, trying to catch your breath. “Think you could do that again for me, baby?” A sweet kiss is placed on the side of your face. “Want my pretty baby to cum on my cock. Can you do that for me?”

You’re already so sensitive but he’s speaking to you so sweetly and you just want to please him. “You’re gonna have to do all the work,” He laughs above you, grabbing your chin for another long kiss.

Suga takes his time removing your shorts and panties, leaving you completely bare from the waist down. Before you know it, he’s rubbing his cock against your folds; your juices making a mess of him. He lifts you up so you sink down on him, you cry out in sensitivity but he coaxes you through it.

He gives you a moment to adjust before slowly lifting you up only to slam you back down. “God, you’re so pretty,” he groans, kissing down your neck. Suga tugs your bra down, exposing your breasts. “Let me hear you, baby.” Just then he bites down on your nipple, rolling the bud with his tongue.

“Kou– ” Tears form in your eyes from pleasure as you pull on his hair, crying out. It had been far, far too long since he was inside you. “More...I want more.”

And, of course, he obliges, bouncing you on his cock with so much force there was definitely going to be bruises leftover from his fingers on your waist. Your sopping cunt always took him so well, gushing and clenching around him. He was so lucky to have you.

Your whines start getting higher and higher, telling Suga that you’re about to cum. He removes a hand from your waist to reach down and rub at your clit, sending you off the deep end.

“Ahh, can I cum? Please? Please, please, please …” your begging makes Suga fuck you harder. He loved when you begged. You were always such a good girl, asking your sweet boyfriend to make you cum. Not that he would ever deny you, of course, but hearing your cute little voice made him want to ruin you.

“Cum for me, baby,”  Suga commands, his own release fastly approaching. “Want you to cream on my cock.”

You practically scream when you finally cum, your walls gripping his cock as your legs shake. Suga’s mouth hangs open, thrusting into you and chasing his own high. He’s got his own tell when he’s about to cum; pulling you to his chest, wanting you as close as possible. 

“So good, baby, s’good for me fuck.” And, with a groan in your ear, he’s cumming inside you. Your pussy milking him dry.

The two of you each catch your breaths. After a bit, Suga cups your cheeks and leaves dozens of kisses all over your face. Your laughter fills up the silence. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeats in between kisses.

“I love you too, Kou.” And you want to be like this with him forever. Maybe it’s time that you tell everyone about your relationship. You wondered if he felt the same but for now, you cozied up to him, enjoying the closeness.

“You know,” he starts, “They’re probably gonna wonder where we are.” 

You really couldn’t bring yourself to care.

[duckymcdoorknob]

I hate to bring this on people but could I ask for an emergency request-

Cause of my parents being divorced my mother has been just- yelling at me, and only me, 24/7 and she knows it spikes my anxiety and- I was wondering if you could write some emergency comfort. I would rlly like suga since he’s a big comfort for me but of course you can add other comfort characters,

Ask and you shall receive bb!!

Please spam my messages anytime you need help, okay?

CW UNDER THE CUT: Divorcing parents, reader is sad.

𝐾𝑜𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑎

I personally think that Suga has a rotten home life.

He’s just a bubbly lil guy so he’s bound to be hiding something.

That being said, I think Koushi picked up on the signs immediately.

The way that you would try to stay at school as long as possible, your face falling whenever Daichi announced practice was over.

How You’d stay after to watch practice, assist Yachi in Kiyoko’s absence, bake treats in the home ec. room, help the sewing club fix buttons and loose stitches, even help a teacher you absolutely loathe clean out their classroom.

Anytime someone needed you, you were there.

It seemed like you were their yes person…

It tore Suga up to see all of the fawning you did.

He figured it must be so tiring for you, because it’s sure as shit awful for him.

He first kept an eye on you after he saw you actually cry when Daichi ended practice.

When Suga tried to rush to your aid, you shakily picked up a phone call and went outside.

As you walked out, he heard absolute screaming on the other end, unable to make out a single thing that the voice was saying.

From that point on, Koushi kept a tab that maybe your home life was as rocky as his.

His suspicions were solidified when Hinata casually asked about whether or not your mom and dad would be coming to watch their match vs Shiratorizawa.

He noticed the next response in you: freezing.

You absolutely stood cemented to the floor, a lump in your throat forming as you bit back the sting in your eyes.

“Shit… they’ve gotta get out of there.” He thought out loud.

Tanaka, who was helping him clean up from practice, looked up and realized the situation.

“Oye! (Y/N)! Suga and I need you to see which one of us is taller!”

The setter’s eyebrows fell into a sympathetic look as he nodded toward his friend. “I’m totally taller, Tanaka!”

“No I am!”

You shook your head and blinked your eyes as you re-grounded yourself.

“I-oh! Coming!”

As you bounded over to him with Yachi’s tape measure, he grabbed both of your hands very gently.

“Hey. Act natural.” He whispered.

As you furrowed your brows, he took you by the hand.

“Come on, (N/N)! We have to go prove Tanaka wrong.” He led the three of you outside of the gym.

“Suga what’s going on here?” You asked as you removed your hands from his.

Koushi sighed repeatedly, trying to bite back threatening tears in his eyes.

“Kou-“

“Look this isn’t easy for me to do because I get it. I go through the same thing. But, (Y/N) if you need help, you have to tell me.”

“I’m gonna take this as my cue to leave.” Tanaka said sheepishly, turning to leave.

“I’m totally taller guys!” He chimed as he went inside the gym, “(Y/N)’s gonna see if they’re taller than him now.”

You both chuckled slightly, turning back to meet each other’s teary eyes.

“I understand all of it. When my mom finally left, I didn’t know how to go on. I mean it took me a month to finally tell Daichi and Asahi, and when I did I just couldn’t stop crying enough to actually get my words out.”

“Koushi-“

“Please just,” he sighs shakily, “(Y/N) you’re my best friend and I love you so much. I just wish you would’ve told me before.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered as tears began to well in your eyes, “I know, I know, I just couldn’t. I was worried that she’d find out and freak out on me for telling someone and-“

“Hey.”

He grips both of your shoulders, a teary smile painting his features.

“You and me are gonna be alright. We’ve got each other, you’ve got me and it’s going to get easier now that I know.”

Suga pulls you into a tight hug and lets you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

“As for your mom, if she keeps bitching at you, I will fight her myself. Do you understand? I will not hesitate to K.O her ass.”

“Koushi.” You chuckle and sniffle, “Don’t adopt Tanaka’s foul mouth.”

As a chuckle resonated in Suga’s chest, you finally felt secure near the beating of his heart and the warmth of his embrace.

And now?

Going home doesn’t seem as awful as it used to be.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[rocorambles]

Inexperience

Pairing: Tsukishima x Reader 

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Slight Angst, Fluff, Fingering

Summary: When insecurity about your lack of sexual experience threatens to tear you apart internally, Tsukishima is there to hold you together, to show you there’s nothing to be worried about, to prove that he loves you just for being you. 

Author’s Note: I just wanted an excuse to write about soft museum employee Tsukishima and just soft Tsukishima in general. 

Tsukishima had always been smart, cunning, intelligent, so it wasn’t really a surprise to anyone that he decided to work at the Sendai City Museum. It just fit him perfectly and it was easy to imagine the tall blonde pushing up his glasses as he calmly led tour groups around, clearly articulating and teaching visitors about the history of Sendai. And when his old Karasuno teammates visit him, they can’t help but notice how his quiet, reserved personality seems right at home in the peaceful halls of the institution, his character only breaking when he barks for Hinata to quiet down or not touch some of the artifacts. 

What is surprising is the way he almost seems flustered, stumbling over words, awkwardly unable to make eye contact as another museum employee greets him with a smile as she passes by and Daichi and Sugawara look at each other in interest, realization in their eyes as they watch their kouhai’s eyes trail after her retreating figure. 

In a small town like Miyagi where there isn’t much exciting news to keep them entertained, this is as close to reality TV as they can get, not to mention both of them are now incredibly invested and determined for the younger, seemingly impassive man to finally get his fill of romance. So needless to say, they make a trip to the Sendai City Museum a regular occurrence and although Tsukishima looks at them with suspicion, his respect for his senpais keeps his mouth still and he just politely walks them through the museum, spends his lunch breaks with them, and meets them for drinks after work once in a while. 

It’s actually kind of nice, he supposes. He’s always liked and respected the two older men, although both men terrified him in their own ways: Daichi with his stern and fear inducing temper, Suga with his perception that rivals Tsukishima’s own intellect and his mischievous streak that sometimes meant trouble for anyone who peaked his interest. But without the restraints of them being his captain and vice-captain, without the natural inherent age hierarchy that comes from being in school, he finds himself opening up more and truly enjoying the company of the two men, even if there is always a nagging question in the back of his mind wondering what exactly has them hanging around him so often these days. 

The answer comes like a swift punch in the gut one day as the three of them walk around the museum and happen to cross your path and before Tsukishima can quickly and nervously greet and part ways with you as usual, Suga is there pressed close to his side, eyes glinting as he stares at you, pouting at Tsukishima to introduce his friend to Daichi and him. And before Tsukishima can even take back control and catch up with what’s happening, he’s being forcefully dragged by Daichi as Suga easily chats away with you, leading the way for all four of you to eat at a local restaurant. And he gulps as Daichi slaps him hard on the back with a wide toothy grin plastered on his face as he pulls the tense blonde aside for a moment. 

“Chin up! You’re never going to get that girl’s attention if you just sit around like a moping beanpole.”

Daichi smirks as Tsukishima’s jaw drops and he briefly basks in catching the usually nonchalant man off guard, chuckling when the blonde doesn’t even try to deny Daichi’s words, and he nudges him into the restaurant, joining Suga and you who are already seated. 

Lunch is...pleasant and although Tsukishima feels like a deer in headlights at the beginning of the meal as he tries to talk to you like a normal human being and not some love stricken child, with the help of his more extroverted and sociable senpais conversation flows smoothly and he can feel his shoulders relax, his mind focus and hone in on your words, falling more and more in love the more you talk, the more you smile and laugh. And Suga and Daichi subtly wink at each other when the atmosphere changes and suddenly they’re background characters watching the two of you flirt, barely acknowledged as the two of you stare in each other’s eyes, fully focused on one another. 

Needless to say, there are many more lunch breaks spent together, these times just the two of you and you can’t help but be in awe as your handsome quiet coworker begins to come out of his shell bit by bit, practically howling in laughter after the initial shock when he instinctively shoots a snarky comment your way for the first time when you clumsily spill coffee all over yourself one morning. But you’re not laughing when he takes off his blazer and wraps it around your shoulders and the both of you shyly look away as you snake your arms through the sleeves and button it up, effectively covering your jarring stain and when he walks away to begin his tours for the day, you bury your face into the oversized fabric, hiding your gleeful smile as your heart thunders inside of your chest. 

It doesn’t take long before the two of you officially begin dating and you spend some of the happiest months of both your lives together as you walk hand in hand through other museums, nerding out over history, as you attend his volleyball games, loudly cheering whenever he successfully blocks a spike and no matter how big the crowd is, he never fails to search for and find you among the masses, standing a little straighter, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips when he meets your gaze. 

And yet, there’s hesitation on your part when he walks you home like a gentleman, making sure you’re safely inside your apartment, the front door firmly locked behind you. You love the feeling of his large calloused hands entwined with yours. You love the way his lips feel against yours as he gives you a sweet kiss before he parts ways. But when the two of you stand there in front of your doorway, hand in hand, eyes lovingly locked on each other, you can’t bring yourself to take the next step and invite him in, your insecurities and inexperience clamming your mouth shut. And although he never pressures you, never even remotely hints at being frustrated or impatient about the lack of sexual intimacy between the two of you, your own doubts and anxieties create imaginary monsters in your head, only fueling your insecurity about never having been with a man before and you feel more and more distraught the longer the two of you date, wondering if he’d break up with you any minute, choose any of his pretty fans or the pining women who join his tour guides regularly over you, experienced and confident women who wouldn’t hesitate to tumble into bed with him. 

Maybe that’s why, even though you’re not ready, even though you’re trembling with nerves, you shakily hold his hand and lead him inside your home after one of your dates, trying to force a smile on your face as you clumsily remove your clothes in front of him, hoping you look enticing despite the sick feeling in your stomach. But you’re a fool to think Tsukishima wouldn’t see right through you, to think his sharp eyes wouldn’t notice the nervous gulp you take, the way your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, and he’s quick to stop you, gently holding your hands in his and leading you to your couch where he drapes a blanket over you, trying to be respectful as he looks away from your bare form. 

But when he stops you, covers you, looks away, all you feel is rejection and hot tears begin to prick at the corner of your eyes and Tsukishima has never felt more panicked than he does when he hears the first of your sniffles as you try to wipe your tears away, clumsily reaching to drag you and hold you in his arms, tucking your head in his chest as he pleads with you to tell him what’s wrong. And he feels unsure and lost, useless as his actions only seem to make you sob harder, but before he can pull away thinking he’s somehow causing you even more pain, he stills as you throw your arms around his neck before he can completely separate from you. 

Hesitantly he carefully wraps his own wiry arms around you again and he waits, waits until your body stops shaking, waits until sobs turn into sniffles which turn into silence, waits until you lift up your head enough for you to speak. And then he listens, listens as you shyly tell him that you’ve never done anything beyond kissing before, fury beginning to coil inside of him when you timidly tell him about exes who had dumped you for being a “prude”, pain gnawing at him when you tell him how scared you were of losing him for the same reason. 

You’re silent once you finish speaking, feeling lighter, but more vulnerable as you anxiously wait for a response, fidgeting the longer and larger the silence becomes. But you gasp when large hands are pressed on either side of your face, gently turning you until you’re forced to stare into your boyfriend’s eyes and you think you might start crying again at the pure love in his eyes, the way he makes you feel so secure, so cared for with just a single look. And now it’s your turn to listen as he gruffly tells you how stupid you were for ever thinking he’d ever leave you for something like that, how he’s not some scumbag who only wants you for your body, and despite the biting edge to his voice and the harsh wording, you hear and feel just how genuine his love for you is and suddenly you feel silly for ever doubting him, ever doubting his love for you. 

The rest of the night continues peacefully once tears have been wiped away, once everything that’s needed to be said is out in the open and your blanket covered body is firmly snuggled in Tsukishima’s lap and you rest your head against his chest as he holds you, both of you watching a random show flickering on the TV screen. But you look up questioningly when Tsukishima begins to shift around uncomfortably, asking him if he wants you to sit beside him instead of on his lap, wondering if your body weight was getting to be too much after such a prolonged time, but your face heats when his hands reach down to cover the growing tent in his pants and he embarrassedly asks if you want to put your clothes back on and just give him a minute to settle back down. 

You hesitate. Maybe it’s the staggering revelation that Tsukishima truly loves you for just being you. Maybe it’s the surge of confidence you feel knowing he could care less if you don’t want to go beyond kissing and holding hands anytime in the near future, only caring that he gets to be with you. 

You’re not ready to go all the way, but…

You almost laugh at how Tsukishima startles and frantically tells you that he doesn’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, stammering and almost hyperventilating as you let the blanket slip off of you, revealing all of you to your boyfriend, so different from the usually cool and composed facade he has. And you gently, but determinedly grab his hands and tug them away from the eyes they’re covering, nervously biting your lower lip as he stares in awe at you, eyes fixated as they trail every inch of you, looking at you like you’re a work of art. 

“I’m not ready to go all the way, but I want to- can we-” 

You’re not sure what to say, how to explain it, lost for words as you enter a realm you’ve never experienced before, but Tsukishima is there to lead you, guide you and you happily sigh as he captures your lips in a tender kiss.

“We can do whatever you want. Just tell me when you want to stop. Tell me when you don’t like something, even if you’re just a little unsure, okay?” 

You eagerly nod, wrapping your arms once again around the back of Tsukishima’s neck and wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to your bedroom, carefully laying you on your back and your heart races in your chest as you stare at him looming over you, breathily gasping as he peppers a trail of butterfly kisses from your lips down the side of your neck and you clutch his shoulders at the feeling of his lips on such a sensitive part of you. But you’re quickly distracted as his hands begin to massage your breasts, fingers almost teasingly brushing against your hardening nipples and Tsukishima can’t take his eyes away from you, lust pooling in his groin at how sensitive you are as you drown in pleasured sensations you’re feeling for the first time. 

He wants to hear every pretty sound you make, wants to see every reaction he can coax out of you, and he stares transfixed at how blissed out you look just from a few kisses, just from his mouth and fingers sucking and playing with your nipples. He wants more, more, more and his long fingers begin to trail down your body, fingertips dragging down your sides, reveling in the way you shiver from the simple touch. But he pauses as his hands reach your thighs, thumbs rubbing comforting circles on your inner thighs, breath catching in his throat at how wet you are, juices dripping and glistening already. 

There’s nothing more he wants than to dive right in, experience first hand how you taste, how you feel, but he carefully studies you, takes in your heaving chest, your glazed eyes. 

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” 

He continues tracing gentle patterns and shapes on your skin, letting you take your time to find words through the haze of arousal you feel, but his grip unconsciously tightens when you needily tell him you want more in a high pitched whine, desire lancing through him from how desperate you sound. And he slowly runs his fingers up and down your slick slit until they’re coated in your sticky fluids, until you’re rolling and grinding your hips in a silent plea for more. Only then does he slide one finger inside, chest tightening from the way your back arches as he hooks his finger, dragging against your soft walls as he takes his time slipping in and out of you. 

A part of him wants to be a little cruel, see how much of a mess he can make of you if he painstakingly slows down his pace even more, letting you feel just enough pleasure to writhe around, but never enough to reach your peak. A part of him wants to stay like this forever, see how much more lewdly you can beg verbally and physically. But you look so confused, so helpless, so wrecked as unknown pleasure courses through you and he decides to show you mercy for now, decides to show you that you have nothing to fear as he adds another finger, his two fingers stretching you even more, scissoring inside of you, and he smiles at how your mouth gapes open, tongue lolling out as your tight hole is filled for the first time. 

His cock twitches at the sight and his free hand slips underneath his boxers to soothe his aching length, but he freezes when you wantonly beg to see it and he grits his teeth to stop himself from coming right there and then from just those words and the hungry look in your eyes as he shoves his boxers down, his cock springing against his stomach, hard and leaking, spurting more pre-cum as you unconsciously lick your lips at the sight and he imagines how good your mouth would feel around him.

But that’s for another day and he turns his attention back to the task at hand, his free hand wrapping around his shaft as he adds a third finger to the mess between your legs, your arousal making it all too easy to slide right in. And he can’t help but furiously stroke his cock as his fingers increase their pace, lewd wet slick sounds filling the room mixing with your rising moans. Your thighs begin to clench and shake, your pussy tightens around his fingers, and he can almost taste just how close you are to falling apart, to coming undone. And all it takes is his thumb reaching up to rub your clit, his fingers rapidly pistoning in and out of your gushing hole before you’re screaming, body convulsing and eyes rolling back as he continues his frantic pace, not letting up as he forces you to continue your ride until every ounce of pleasure is stripped from you, until you’re just twitching here and there as the last embers of your orgasm finally fade away. 

And only when you let out a mewl of discomfort does he stop, fingers still lodged deep inside of you as his fist pumps his cock, mouth going dry at how beautiful you look exhausted, wrecked, a silly dazed look on your face and he groans as he spills all over his hand, smiling wickedly when he notices how your eyes are now alert and intently staring at him, your attention solely focused on him. 

He makes a show of slowly pulling his fingers out of you, spreading them apart to show you how coated they are with you before slipping them between his lips, never breaking eye contact with you as he licks and sucks every last drop, something primal raging inside of him at how encaptured you are by the scene playing out in front of you despite the innocence and slight shyness he still sees flickering in your eyes. 

But there would be time in the future for more and he shoves his base desires down, grimacing slightly as he haphazardly wipes the mess on his hands and cock with his boxers before moving until he’s laying right beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his face against your cheek, letting you ground yourself, nuzzle into his warmth, find comfort in his solid presence as the last tendrils of post-coital bliss finally fade away. 

He softly smiles, adoration in his eyes when you fully come back to him, a radiant albeit tired grin on your face as you affectionately kiss him before sinking into his hold with a big yawn, eyelids fluttering shut as you sleepily demand that he stay the night. And he lightly chuckles and rolls his eyes before turning the lights off, tucking you both underneath your bed sheets as he joins you in slumber, a twin pair of smiles on both your faces as you fall asleep entangled in each other’s arms. 

[xnchxntmxnt]

How would the timeskip Karasuno boys and girls be like when meeting their s/o parents?

Karasuno Meeting Their S/O's Parents!

Alright because I try to limit myself to 3-4ish characters at a shot, we’re just gonna run in order of numbers! We’ve got our first three boys this time and if you want a second part, let me know!

Characters: Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koshi, Azumane Asahi TW//CW: slight cursing Reader Info: adult reader, GN!reader TIMESKIP SPOILERS especially for Daichi

Please don’t repost my edits! However, if you want to use them for a header/icon, feel free just credit me please and thank you!

Sawamura Daichi

First of all, this man is already much respect bc he’s a police officer//in training depending on how far into the timeline you wanna go so that’s cool

I feel like he’d be super charismatic and charming! Daichi’s overall a great guy and works well with people

However, I also think he’d be really really nervous. Like had to call Suga on the walk there to ramble away all his jitters before going inside

But once he gets there he puts on this brilliant smile and is like...casual but not over-casual if that makes sense? He just puts it all together and he looks great, sounds great, gets along great with your parents

Overall it’s a great night and they really like him

Also that night you get a phone call from him talking about how nervous he was and you just laugh because he did great

“Daichi, you need to relax, it’s gonna be fine. You’re great at meeting people. And there’s always plan B.”

“I know, I know, but what if--”

“I will reach through the phone and smack you if you give me one more hypothetical, Sawamura Daichi.”

“Yes, mom,” he said sarcastically, rolling hies. Despite Suga being a little...brutal, he was helpful nevertheless. He was happy they stayed in touch after high school because he didn’t have a lot of super close friends to coach him through meeting his S/O’s parents for the first time.

Dear God, he was gonna screw this up. And he didn’t want to screw it up because He really liked (Y/N) and they were amazing! But there was always the awkward “meet the parents” phase that no one wants to deal with.

“Take a breath, Dai,” Suga said over the phone as he approached the house. “How much do you love (L/N)?”

“A lot,” he sighed. “Like, a lot a lot. I really do.”

“Then you can get through one dinner. It’s fine.”

“Thank you, man--I dunno what I’d do without you.”

“Pray you never have to. Have fun!”

“Yeah, thanks, smart alec. See ya.”

“Bye, Daichi.”

He knocked on the door and immediately it flew open, only to see (Y/N) standing there. “Daichi!” they exclaimed, excited to see him as ever. A smile worked its way onto his face as he hugged them, kissing the side of their head in greeting.

If there was one thing he forgot while he was so worried, it was that (Y/N) would be there. His favorite person in the world and the whole reason he was doing this--because he loved them so much. If they were there, he’d be fine.

Sugawara Koushi

King of meeting parents. Hands down

He’s already a parent friend he gets along great with adults

He brings a dish along to dinner and wears the nicest button-down shirt he can find that he owns

Tries his best to look nice but not overkill because he doesn’t want to look like he’s trying too hard

He’s super smiley and polite and everything

He has a plan B (that he runs through you, you think it’s fine) that if it’s nOT going well, Daichi or Asahi is going to call roughly halfway through dinner

If it’s going well he’ll just turn it off and they’ll get the gist

If it’s not going well he’ll excuse himself and take said call to give you a chance to settle the room

That being said, he doesn’t have to use plan b because it goes so well!

Your parents really love him and you probably had to stop one of them from breaking out the baby photo album (or even worse, the middle school one)

Of course, Suga wants to know more so you sit on the couch, mortified, while your parents adopt your boyfriend as one of their own

Suga knew he was good at meeting people, but to say he wasn’t nervous at all would be a lie. You can meet and talk to people well all you want, but he had to get this perfect. Which meant making his S/O (Y/N)’s parents as happy as possible.

So when that meant sitting out in the living room looking through an old photo album of them as a child, he wasn’t going to complain. They were cute, anyway! He felt bad because they were absolutely mortified when their mom got out their junior high yearbook, but it was fine.

Slightly worried, he went to go check on (Y/N), who had disappeared out into the kitchen. They sat on their phone, leaning against the counter, typing away.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked, peering over their phone to see what they were doing.

“Texting (Friend Name) so I don’t have to listen to my mother tell you the most embarrassing stories from my life.”

He smiled slightly, pushing their phone down gently. “Hey, if you're worried about me judging you, I have plenty of stories from my childhood my mom can tell you when you meet her.” Suga smiled gently, holding the side of their face and brushing his thumb over their cheek. “They’re stories that make you you. I want to learn everything about you I can.”

“You’re sappy,” you tease, giving him a quick kiss. “I love you too. Come on, let’s get back to embarrassing myself in front of my boyfriend.”

“A boyfriend who loves you.”

“I’m glad he does.”

Azumane Asahi

Every bit as confident Suga is, Asahi is NERVOUS

This man does NOT KNOW how to meet parents it took you three tries to even bring it up because he got awkward, embarrassed, shy, or all three

Once you finally convince him though you decide walking with him would he better

So you help him get around that night and help make sure his clothes weren’t all wrinkled and stuff

He tried to cook something to bring but you end up leaving early to stop at the store to buy dessert because he burnt it (you tell your parents you did it for his sake)

However he’s super sweet and while quiet and awkward, he comes off as the kinda shy boy-next-door vibe despite how scary he looks to some people (the sweater vest thing he wears helps) (he thanks you for that later)

He’s very sweet and offers to help your parents clean up dinner (brownie points woo)

Your parents like him a lot which you’re glad for because you do too

That night you go home and he’s ready to fall asleep as you’re walking in the door because anxiety being that high for a few hours is exhausting

So you two curl up and watch a movie in your PJs and it’s great

Asahi sighed, taking a hair tie out of his pocket and tying his hair up the second the two of you walked through the door of his apartment. Dinner was...fine, he guessed, but there were so many things he’d screwed up he didn’t want to think about it anymore.

“What do you say to old movies and nap time?” he asked, sliding his jacket off and hanging it up. “I seriously don’t wanna do anything else tonight--I am *tired*.”

“Sounds perfect,” (Y/N) replied, walking over to him.

He smiled half-heartedly. “On a scale of 1-10, how bad was it, really? Be honest.”

“Well, Dad doesn’t like me dating so he doesn’t like you, but even he doesn’t hate you as much as he hated my boyfriend in high school, so that’s a plus. And Mom thinks you’re an angel on earth, so...I’d say it went pretty well, yeah?”

“Are you serious or are you just trying to help my ego?”

“No, I’m serious,” they laughed, pulling the tie out of his hair. “You should wear your hair down more often. It’s pretty.”

“Now you’re just helping my ego.”

“Maybe a little bit. But I do like your hair down.”

“Good to know.” He pulled them in close, pressing a gentle kiss to their lips. He was probably just overthinking dinner, really, but he would try not to for the rest of the night. Now he just got to spend some time with his amazing partner and watch some movies.

I really enjoyed writing this one! I hope you guy like it too :)

Drink some water and stay safe out there guys!

[mizunetzu]

Can you do Daichi x male reader where Daichi asks his boyfriend to come over to meet his team and he forgets and goes home so Daichi give him a call and is like "where you at?" "I cant come I look like a clown." "I bet you dont look that bad." "No you dont get it im in full drag." So his boyfriend comes to the gym in full drag, booby and butt pads, and monster heels, and when he walked in it's like Kags that recognizes him as his drag name.

LMAOOJSKE DRAG QUEEN READEKRNRNF

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Daichi x reader - DRAG QUEEN?!

⚠️warnings - drag queen, college first year reader x high school 3rd year (if that’s even a warning skdjd)

Pronouns- male, he/him

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Daichi said it on impulse, really.

“Do you guys...wanna meet my boyfriend?”

Everyone in the gym stopped. They were in middle of a practice match between themselves, and just when Yamaguchi was about to serve, he choked on air and missed the ball completely. The ball flew in the air, before landing somewhere near his feet.

Everyone stared at Daichi with a variety of expressions. Some shocked, some looking at him like he ‘said I’m gonna chop my dick off,’ and some who didn’t even care. (Tsukishima, obviously.) Ukai had to call timeout, since no one could focus after what Daichi blurted out.

Suga chuckled awkwardly, slinging a towel over his shoulders. “So uh, ahaha, your um...gay...?” His voice progressively died down into a whisper.

“Yeah. Is...that’s a problem?”

“No! No! I fully support y-“

“AND YOU CHOSE NOW TO TELL US? DUDE, WE COULD’VE LIKE, THROWN YOU A COMING-OUT PARTY!” Tanaka shook his captaincy the shoulders, while Noya squirted water into his mouth with his squeeze bottle.

“Well I don’t really mind, I’m already out, I was just asking if you wanted to meet him.”

“DO WE?! OF COURSE WE DO! DOES HE PLAY VOLLEYBALL?! DO YOU THINK HE COULD JOIN THE TEAM?!” Hinata jumped up and down, slowly inching is way towards Daichi with an awestruck look on his face. He’s rather surprised Hinata isn’t more shocked.

“Yeah. Uh-no, sorry. He doesn’t play.” Daichi chuckled, patting an excited looking hinata on the head. “I don’t think he has work tomorrow, so tomorrow’s really the only time he can come to practice.”

“Work?” Asahi looked up from the towel he was using to wipe off his sweat. “How old is he? Is he a third year?”

“He’s a first year in college. Actually-I think he goes to the college in Sendai.”

Asahi exhaled. It would’ve been weird if someone as young as a highschooler were to already be working, when the could be enjoying their time in classes or clubs. “Where does he work?”

Flashbacks of all the drag shows and money being thrown around a stage whipped across Daichis mind like a slap to the face. He’s sure the team wouldn’t mind, especially because they already don’t mind him having a boyfriend, but he isn’t sure if (Y/n) was ok with him telling his team he was a...y’know.

“...I’m not sure?”

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“Oh-hello Daikkun! How was practice today?” (Y/n) opened the passenger seat to his door, waiting for him to step inside. Sometimes he liked to pick him up from school before he had to get in makeup for a night show. That didn’t stop him from doing a little bit of eyeliner, though.

“It was nice. I told them they could meet you soon. The team.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, you don’t have any shows tomorrow, right? I kind of told them tomorrow.” Daichi scrubbed at the back of his neck, while (y/n) started up his car. “I know you’ve wanted to meet them.”

“You bet your ass! Well-I mean I have a show at like 2 am but that doesn’t matter. What time can I come? Are they nice? Didn’t you say there was one who was really short but could jump as high as me in stilettos?”

“Oi-! Focus on the road!”

“Sorry, sorry! I’m just excited. Anyways! Can you come to my show tonight? I’ll sneak you in.”

“Every time I go to one of your drag shows I get scared someone will kick me out since I’m 17.”

“Dude, have you seen yourself?!” (Y/n) gestures over to Daichi, putting emphasis on his thigh-region. “You’re big and muscly enough to at least pass as 18. It’s just a one year difference, when’s your birthday again?”

“I can’t believe you forgot, I’m hurt.” Daichi chuckled, fiddling with his backpack straps on his lap. “Besides, doesn’t your show run kind of late today? I don’t get to choose when to take my classes like you, (L/n). And I have morning practice, so I need to sleep.”

“You’re no fun, Daikkun.”

“Yeah, yeah, My house is over there.”

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(Y/n) scrolled through his phone for the nth time that day. Fanning himself dramatically, he huffed and buried his face into his pillow. There was nothing to do today, and since he took morning classes, that left him with the rest of the afternoon to ponder, before working at night.

Was there something to do today? Was he forgetting something? He felt like he was, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it.

He glanced guilty at a tube of light pink lip gloss tossed haphazardly on his desk. A light bulb went off in his head.

Hastily throwing his covers off his body, (y/n) dragged himself over to his closet, grabbing the lip gloss in the process. He shuffled through hangers of clothes, finally pulling out a girls uniform he bought from when he was in high school. He never wore it to school, choosing to wear the boys uniform, but he thought it’d be nice to have when he was feeling fruity.

Slipping on the skirt and cardigan, he walked over to his desk mirror. He unscrewed the wand from the tube of lip gloss, tentatively applying it generously to his lips. He shrugged. He figured he could do some more makeup. It’s not like he’s busy today, right?

Carefully winging the tip of his eyeliner, he took a step back and admired himself in the mirror. He looked cute, yeah, but cute wasn’t really his style. It screamed ‘cute femboy’ rather than his usual ‘sexy ass drag queen dominatrix who could step on you with their sharp ass knife heels’

Damn. He was really about to go all out, huh? Time to bring out the butt pads and fake boobs.

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Sighing contently in front of the mirror, (y/n) did a little spin, puffing out the length of his dress. Damn, he was hot. And with his impossibly high monster heels? Take me now.

(Y/n) was in the midst of taking a couple cute selfies in front of his full length mirror, when his screen went grey and a caller ID appeared.

‘Incoming call - Daikkun!! <3’

(Y/n) smiled unconsciously and clicked the bright green button with his thumb. He brought his phone to his ear and twirled a piece of his faux wig with his finger.

“Hi Daikkun! Did you need something, cutie?”

“Are you still coming over?” Daichis voice was hushed, and the slam of volleyballs rang though his speaker.

“Uh-what for?”

“To meet my team? Where are you?”

Fuck.

(Y/n) paled as he eyed himself in the mirror. He couldn’t show up looking like that. And it was too much to take off before Daichis practice ended. This was the only time he had to meet this team Daichi had always been talking about, and he’d completely forgot.

“...I can’t, I look like a clown.” (Y/n’s) voice came out a hoarse, nervous-chuckly whisper. He could taste the expensive red lipstick sitting on his lips.

“I’m sure you don’t look that bad.”

“Dude no, you don’t understand.” (Y/n) picked at the hem of his dress, the silicone boobs suddenly squeezing his chest a bit too tightly. “I’m in full drag.”

A silence rang out from both sides of the line. Daichi awkwardly chuckled.

“Ahaha uh-didn’t you say you didn’t have work today?”

“No! No I-I don’t have work til like-later later but like-I got bored and I forgot I was gonna meet your team today...sorry-“

“Well I’m sure they won’t mind if you show up in drag. I mean-they seemed pretty ok with knowing we’re a thing so...?”

(Y/n) gulped.

“...I guess I’ll see you in ten minutes then.”

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“Good work everyone!”

Ukai dismissed the players, leaving them to start rolling up the net and cleaning up the gym. Sugawara jogged up to the captain, dragging his mop lazily behind him.

“You said your boyfriend was gonna come today, right? Where is he?”

“Uh,” Daichi checked his wrist, before realizing he didn’t have a watch and fished out his phone. “He should be here any minute now-“

Just in time, the doors to the gym creaked open. Daichi smiled, leaving Suga to trail behind him curiously. He reached for the door handle, giving it a firm pull.

In stepped a boy with a long synthetic wig on, and heels that made him tower over Daichi easily. The sharp platforms of his heels clicked with each step he took, jewelry and accessories also bobbing up and down. And not to mention the ‘bobbling’ the silicone boobs made. Jeez, even if they were fake, they did still jiggle a hell of a lot.

(Y/n) bent down daintily, pressing a kiss onto Daichi’s cheek. Lipstick smeared on his sweaty cheek, leaving a dark imprint on the side of his face. (Y/n) seemed to finally take notice of all the astonished stares directed at him.

Should he A, stand beside his boyfriend awkwardly and pick at the loose thread of his dress or B, put on his confident drag persona and play it off?

He chose B.

(Y/n) smirked and leaned on on of his feet, placing a hand on his hip. “What? Like what you see, boys? I’m afraid I’m already taken, though.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck. Fuck. Even with the confident display, (y/n) couldn’t help but stay somewhat behind Daichi, trying to shrink behind his 10 inch heels.

Immediately, a bald guy and a kid with a bleached strip on the front of his head erupted into excitement.

“Yo! Sick dress, dude!”

The atmosphere lightened up tremendously. (Y/n) let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Well thank you, Mr. Bleach strip.”

The bald one, who introduced himself as ‘Tanaka’, slapped Daichi on the back. “Dude! What’s with all the surprises?! You tell us you have a boyfriend but you didn’t tell us he was a drag queen?!”

“I-to be honest I didn’t know he was in drag today-I didn’t know he had work.”

The closet door opened, with Hinata and Kageyama walking out from placing the net inside. Hinata gasped excitedly, while Kageyama froze. Hinata practically bolted towards the unknown person wearing heels and jumped up to his height. (Y/n) choked on air. This kid practically flew at him.

“Wow! Are you one of those ‘drag queens’ I see on tv sometimes?! Cool! That’s so cool! I-“

“ARE YOU QUIMCHI?!”

Hinatas throat closed up, along with (y/n) after hearing his stage name being called out so...dramatically. The boy continued.

“...F-FROM THAT ONE INTERVIEW THEY DID ON THAT ONE CLUB ON THE LATE NIGHT SHOW WITH SHIN’ICHI HATORI?!”

Kageyamas booming voice rang through the gym as he pointed at (y/n) with wide eyes. Everyone’s gaze went from (y/n) to Kageyama, who was frozen in place. Even (y/n) was a tad bit confused.

The club he worked at recently had a special done on TV, and (y/n) was only in the background. He didn’t know how this...boy recognized him from that, or why he was even watching the drag special on that show in the first place.

“...yeah...yeah I am,” (y/n) smiled awkwardly and a boy with blond hair and glasses chuckled from somewhere in the gym.

The boy, with another guy with dark-green hair, walked out from the storage closet aswell. “Who knew the king was into that kind of stuff? Drag queens? No disrespect, ma’am-sir.”

Kageyama seemed to unfreeze just to glare at Tsukishima with a flushed face. “I-IM NOT! MY STUPID SISTERS JUST A BIG FAN, IS ALL!“

Kageyama turned to (y/n), and marched scarily fast towards him. He stopped abruptly and bowed his head so far it made (y/n) take a step back.

“M-MAY I HAVE AN AUTOGRAPH FOR MY SISTER?! AN-AND MAYBE A PHOTO TOO?!” Kageyama stiffly held his arms to his sides as he kept his head down. Small chuckles and snorts sounded from all around the gym, (y/n) even joining in and patting the black haired boys head.

“Sure thing, doll.”

————

“Your team was nicer than I thought.”

Daichi looked up questionably, fastening his seatbelt. (Y/n) started up his car. “What do you mean, nicer?”

“Well-I thought they were gonna be a bunch of meatheads banging their heads together. They’re actually more interesting than I thought they were going to be. Especially that Kageyama guy.”

Daichi smiled contently. “I’m glad you like them, then.”

A comfortable silence breezed by them, the only sounds audible being the hum of the car engine and the soft tapping of Daichis nails against the armrest. Daichi stole a glance at (y/n). His wig was discarded, placed neatly on the backseat with the wig cap and hairpins resting underneath it, and his hair was slightly damp and messy due to being constricted. His lipstick was a bit smeared from when he kissed him on the cheek, and droplets of sweat gathered near his hairline.

Daichi set his fingers lightly on the spot where the lipstick mark sat, caressing it softly so the lipstick wouldn’t smear more that it already has. He exhaled softly and shifted his gaze back down. He wouldn’t mind if he came to his practice again.

“...so wanna come to my show tonight, Daikkun?”

“It’s at 2am, no.”

—————

Extra:

Kageyama: miwa.

Kageyama: MIWA.

Miwa sighed and checked her phone, sliently scolding her brother for bothering her. She stretched and rubbed her eyes. She swore, if Tobio wanted a ride home from practice...

Miwa: mm

Kageyama: -photo sent-

Miwa: DUDE

Miwa: AJDJSKDKF

Miwa: HOW THE FUCK

Miwa: TELL ME YOU GOT QUIMCHIS AUTOGRAPH DJFJDJE

Kageyama: -photo sent-

Kageyama: I DID. I GOT ONE FOR U AND ONE FOR ME

Kageyama: HE WAS SO TALL TOO

Kageyama: LIKE HE WAS A HALF FOOT TALLER THAN ME EVEN WITHOUT THE HEELS

Miwa: WHY WAS HE AT UR PRACTICE WHSHD

Kageyama: apparently he’s dating my captain

Miwa: WHAT RHE FUCKCIDNEBRJ

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[cuddlesslut]

Alrighty lets get started!! So i still really new to this so as to not overwhelm my self im going to try and stick to two charcters for now. I’m sorry if its not what your looking for. For the two im going to do my boys Suga and Daichi. Only because i just did Kuroo and  because im still trying to figure out how to write for Reon. I might however come back and write a part 2 with them. 

Prompt : Boys reacting to their tom boyish crushes all dolled up (Daichi & Suga)

just sayin i wrote this while drinking mojitos

P.S. this prompt reminds me of a series called Sinful Sweethearts by @thosenerdy3amthings​ so definitely go check that out!!

Warning: NSFW, FOUL LANGUAGE

Daichi Sawamura NSFW

you have know Daichi basically your whole life

growing up next to him your parents were very close which meant that you two were kept close together 

in fact until you made it to middle school and started playing volleyball for the girls team you had never had any other friends beside Diachi

so it was safe to say that growing up you were more on the boyish side

you were just more comfortable in sweats and baggy workout shorts than skirts. 

you even wore pants to school

even  highschool though you went to a different school Diachi stayed your closest friend you often finding yourself at the Karsuno practice after yours had ended.

 No matter how much your teammates fussed they couldnt convince you to ditch the large hoodies and sweats.

 You and Daichi always supported each other. you never missed his games and he never missed yours (as long as scheduling permited)

the third year boys often teased Diachi for his realtionship with you

“i dont know why yall dont just date already,” suga complained while daichi stated his usual reply “ shes my best friend you know its not like that” he huffs

Suga scowls “ first of all rude im supposed be your best friend, and second it cant be as just friends as you say when you get so protective when the seond years simp for her.”

“i just dont want her feeling weird around the team. you know Noya and Tanaka can be intense,” he explained

“still that doesnt acount for the way Y/N looks at you,” Asahi added to the convo

“what are you talking about Y/n doesnt look at me any special way, we’re just friends ,” daichi stated a little to forcefully almost as if he was convincing himself.

Suga and Asahi share a knowing look thinking about how their captain can be so dense. 

“any way are you ready for your  birthday party tomorrow night ,” Suga asked smiling brightly.

“i told you i dont need a party,” Daichi scolded for the fifth time today.

“ahh c’mon its not everyday you become an adult like the rest of us DI,”

finally admitiing defeat Diachi concluded the conversation.

...

it was finally the next day you were more nervous for this party than any volleyball game you had played.

and here you were standing in the tight black dress Suga with the help of your team, you should never wager against suga

Had convinced you to wear to diachis party tonight

still shell shocked you stood in front of the mirror of the bathroom Suga had chose.

It was weird to see yourself so girly

the black dress clung tight   to your body. leaving little the imagination.

Suga better be glad he won that bet

finally calming yourself you look around for your best friend

Finally catching sight of him Diachi stood with Suga and Asahi next to the bar of the club.

Suga was the first to recognize you a evil smirk hitting his face as he drew Diachis attention to you.

You couldnt help but notice how hot he looked in his button up and dark wash jeans, his shirt clinging so close to his chest.

he looked to damn good you thought as you bit your lip

little did you know the birthday boy was having an epiphany of this own

his eyes raked up and down you mind wandering 

had you always had such a great ass under those baggy sweats

“Happy Birthday Captain,” you teased.

Daichi took a sharp breath suddenly taken back by the way the title fell from your soft lips

all he could think about was how you would sound screaming that from under him.

lost in thought he missed the smirk his best friend had as Suga put his pan into motion

you stood there sway to the beat of the loud club music wanting to dance

“Y/n why dont you take the birthday boy for a dance,” 

you smiled before Diachi could protest saying how how he doesnt dance

you pulled him to the dance floor pushing your ass against him reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close to your body as you grinded to the beat

his hands found their place on your hips  

his cock twitched from the pressure of your ass in that short tight dress rubbing against his crotch

you were not helping his growing situation

bodies getting lost in the movement 

you looked up at the boy had been your best friend your whole life with one thought in you head

the same thought flashed into diachis brain

being bold he crashed his lips into yours 

Lost in the contact the kiss lasted forever getting more and more intense 

your not sure how you to got here

but here you were straddling Diachi in the back of his car

his lips sucking bruises into your neck, his large grabbing your ass as you bounced on his thick cock

“FUCK,” Daichi breathed heavily pulling you down into a sloppy kiss tongues exploring “ youre so tight come for me beautiful.”

“im so close Captain you moan feeling him stretch you.

thats it that one word flipped the switch for him he gripped tight on to your waist to hold you secure as he powerfully drilled his hips up into you.

hitting your spot deeper and with such accuracy you were both driven over the edge as you clinched tight around him pulling his release from him.

you both sat out of breath in the hot car, the widows fogged and the smell of sex stinging the air.

“happy birthday,” you said giving him a quick kiss.

he glanced at the watch on his wrist 

he smirked up to you “you know my birthday isnt over yet,” you smiled already liking where this was going. “lets head back to mine. I’m not done with you yet.” 

Koshi Sugawara Slight NSFW

He’s had a crush for you since the beginning of the school year

He thought you were the most adorable thing he’d seen 

with your sweaters that were  two sizes to big. (sweater paws)

You two became friends through a writing project. 

you too quickly hit it off you loving his wild humor 

its sometimes seemed like hed flirt with you but you figured it was just his personality and you were too shy to do anything

poor suga spent so much time flirting with you but you never paid it any attention so he figured you didnt view him that way and he was okay with that he just wanted to be your friend if nothing else.

and so thats how six months went by of being no more than friends

always returning Sugas simple firsts with a shy smile.

It wasnt until the celebratory party some random third year threw to congratulate the boys on making it to nationals

You sat at your best friend Kyioko’s house. 

This was the first party she was able to convince you to attend and she was making sure it counted.

there would be no big sweaters or jeans tonight 

tonight you were borrowing Kyiokos clothes. 

She dressed in a tight (favorite color) lace halter crop top with the lace exposing just the right amount of cleavage. and a pair of blaack shorts hugging your hips thighs on full display.

it wasnt what you were used to this being the most skin you had exposed to the public in years

thats coupled with the make up added to your face you almost didnt recognize yourself

it wasnt what you were used to and thats why when you reached the party and all eyes landed on you. you were slightly relieved that most of the people didnt recognize you.

it was almost exhilarating 

kind of like playing pretend.

like tonight you werent Y/N shy and closed off

you were a sexy and confident woman

that coupled with the shots you took with Kyioko. you found your new confidence 

thats why when you saw you long time crush and close friend Suga across the room you didnt hesitate to make your way over.

“No way is that Y/n” Daichi gasped causing Sugas attention to slip to where his best friend motioned. “wow i didnt expect to see her here,” Diachi let out with a low whistle.

Suga sucked in a sharp breath not prepared for the sight in front of him.

There you were making you way towards him throw the crowd. a smile on your face but it was hard for suga to focus on that smile when your whole body was on display for him. 

 His eyes trailed from down your figure taking all of the exposed skin that was normally hidden from him. 

the way the lace framed your stomach and cupped your breast. the cut into shirt showing him the most cleavage you had ever shown. moving his eyes down it was hard for him not to whimper at the site of your thighs

this man was entranced in your appearance. hed always thought you were the most beautiful even when you were covered head to toe, but seeing you like this it was hard not to drool.

And he wasnt the only one, Several guys had taken notice of you.

Some stopping you to ask if you were new,  cause there was no way’d theyd miss a hot babe like you at school. 

to which youd just roll your eyes keeping on your way to your target. 

feeling more and more emboldened by the attention you were receiving.

but these boys werent the ones you wanted

being the light weight you are you already had your eyes on your prize

go big or go home 

so you you strode right up to the vice captain

“ W- wow Y/n you look great,” Suga stuttered 

“thanks Suga,” you say placing your hand on his toned forearm

No turning back now the confidence was here to stay atleast for now

Suga took a deep breath as he took a turn being the shy one. not used to the aura you exuded. were you really the shy girl he knew. 

you moved closer enveloping him in a tight embrace

he could feel you tits press tight against him and he was trying not to focus on it not wanting to further anymore of the dirty thoughts crossing his mind

 staying close next to Suga you continued your flirtatious assault

dishing back all the flirts you had held back over the months

Finally the straw broke when one of your favorite club songs played through the crowed house and you pulled him close to dance with you.

“c’mon Koshi dont be so timid,” you teased. 

Suga wasnt sure if it was hearing his given name grace your beautiful lips or the facts that you had pressed your ass against his crotch moving seductively to the music but he snapped. 

Suga placed his hands tight to your hips pulling you closer to him not caring if you felt the growing bulge in his pants.

leaning down “you know if you wanted my attention you didnt have to dress so damn sexy. now i have to deal with all these vultures looking at you,” he whispered his breath hot on your ear.

you turned around wrapping your arms around his neck leaning even closer, 

“then why dont we go somewhere private then we wont have to worry about who’s looking,” you smirked heart racing

“i couldnt have said it better,” Suga said leading you out of the busy room ready to have you to himself. 

🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

Sorry It took so long to write all my work got deleted and I had to start over! I hope you enjoy it 🍵 Anon!!! 💕💕 @🍵anon

Taglist: @emiyummy @insomniish

[intheticklecloset]

Haikyuu!! Coffee Shots #81-90

A collection of the Haikyuu sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Some are from my 2021 Halloween Specials.

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81) Lee Suga, Ler Daichi

“You think you’re safe in that hoodie?” Daichi teased, wiggling his fingers at Suga with a wicked smile.

Suga crossed his arms over his stomach, giggling already. “Nohohoho, dohohon’t!”

“Here it comes, Kou~”

“Nohohoho!”

“The tickle, tickle, tickles! You know you’re excited for them~”

Suga collapsed onto the floor, weakly fighting Daichi off as the brunette slipped his hand under both his hoodie and his shirt in one swift motion, immediately scribbling across the bare skin of his belly. The setter squealed, bursting into unstoppable cackles. He tried kicking his partner away but only succeeded in hooking his legs over Daichi’s shoulders, immobilizing him while giving the captain even better access to his most ticklish spots.

“Nahahahahahahaha!” Suga cried, covering his face with the too-long sleeves of the hoodie. “No fahahahahahahair!”

“Don’t hide your face from me,” Daichi teased. When Suga failed to comply, he shrugged and slipped a finger into his navel.

That got Suga to uncover his face real quick. His hands flew down to try and push him away, but with their awkward positioning all the silver-haired boy could do was flail and laugh, the helplessness of his situation only making it tickle even worse.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO, DAHAHAHAHAHAICHI!!” he screamed, pounding the floor desperately. “NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Not where? Not heeeeere?” Daichi dug into his navel even deeper, observing Suga’s pink face and the laughter-induced tears springing to his eyes and falling even more in love with him. “Not your belly button? Your cute, ticklish belly button?”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! THAHAHAHAHAHAT MAKES IT WOHOHOHOHOHORSE!!”

“Aww, does it~?” Daichi chuckled, using his free hand to squeeze up his sides and ribs. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~”

Suga laughed and laughed and laughed with his adorable hyena cackles until eventually he was snorting and crying and begging for his partner to let him go. After a couple of minutes Daichi decided he’d had his fun and shifted so that he was straddling the setter instead, leaning down to kiss him gently.

“You’re cute, you know that?” Daichi murmured. “Still think that hoodie will protect you from my tickles?”

Suga whined, giggled, and shook his head tiredly. “You win again. You jerk.”

The brunette kissed him again. “Don’t pretend you don’t love it, giggle bug~”

*

82) Lee Oikawa, Lers Aoba Johsai Teammates

“Keep getting him, guys!” Iwa instructed over the booming laughter coming from their setter, working with a few other guys on their team to hold him down spread eagle to the gym floor so the others could continue tickling him. They’d been at this for a few minutes already, and it hadn’t taken someone long to find Oikawa’s sweet spot and hone in on it, making their captain screech and buck and laugh desperately. “If he can take this for another few minutes, that’ll prove he’s not a witch!”

“I’M NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOT A WIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Oikawa pleaded incoherently, shaking his head as mirthful tears sprang to his eyes, his face dark red with a blush. “PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NO MOHOHOHORE NO MOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Iwa laughed with him, as did their teammates. They’d been playing a practice game against each other, and after winning two straight sets thanks to his service aces, the players on Oikawa’s opposing team demanded to know how he was so good at what he did. Someone accused him of being a witch or wizard, and things had spiraled out of control from there. Iwa’s contribution was suggesting that if he wasn’t a witch he would be able to handle ten minutes of tickle torture. Though the captain tried to get away, the rest of his team wouldn’t rest until they’d caught him and “tested” him – really just using it as an excuse to be playful and tire him out before the next practice game began.

“I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! CAN’T!! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“You must be a witch, then,” Iwa teased.

“FINE I’M A WIHIHIHIHIHIHIHITCH!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Seeing that Oikawa was truly desperate for a reprieve, Iwa waved the others off and sat back to let him roll over and catch his breath, wheezing out leftover giggles.

“That settles it,” one of their underclassmen said. “He’s a witch. No wonder he’s so good at those service aces.”

From his place on the ground, Oikawa groaned. “I’m going to…to curse you all for that…”

Everyone laughed.

*

83) Lee Kageyama, Ler Hinata

“Kageyama – truth or tickle?”

Kageyama shifted nervously, a blush already painting his cheeks. “Truth.”

Beside him, Hinata smirked and raised wiggling fingers threateningly, making the setter even more antsy.

In the spirit of Halloween, the Karasuno boys had decided to have a spooky-themed party complete with twists on classic games for the trick element of trick-or-treating, which most of them felt they were too old to do now. One of these was “truth or tickle” instead of “truth or dare”; the catch was you could choose to be tickled for a minute rather than answer a question, but if you chose truth and then lied you’d be tickled for two minutes as a penalty.

Tsukishima gave him a wicked smile. “Do you like Hinata?”

Kageyama glared at him. Of course the annoying middle blocker would ask him a question he’d been denying for months and vowed to deny all the way to his grave. He clenched his fists and shifted away from the redhead beside him. “Ugh. No.”

“Liar!” everyone on the team shouted in unison, and Hinata tackled him to the floor, fingers tickling up and down his sides, across his ribs, scratching his belly.

Kageyama jerked and tried pushing him off, giggling hysterically despite himself. “Nohohoho! I’m not lyihihihihihing!”

“Liar!” everyone shouted again, earning Kageyama another minute for protesting.

“Agh! H-Hihihihihihihinata, nohohohohoho!” The ravenette sputtered around his laughter, squealing when his teammate dug hard into his belly with playful precision. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

“Aww, come on~ Don’t you like me, Kageyama?” Hinata teased, baiting him into further denial and hence further tickling. He grinned at the hysterics he was causing; tickling his friend’s belly relentlessly like this always got him screaming in no time. “You know you love having your tummy tickled~ Why else would you pretend to hate me?”

Kageyama screeched, the teasing and tickling driving him up the wall. Around him, the other guys were laughing along. He cackled out a defiant, “I D-DOHOHOHOHOHON’T LIHIHIHIHIHIKE YOU, YOU IHIHIHIHIHIHIDIOT!!”

Hinata beamed, knowing Kageyama was lying and looking forward to every minute he’d get to tickle the setter silly.

*

84) Lee Kageyama, Lers Karasuno Teammates

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! GUYS, NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Kageyama begged, laughing uncontrollably as more fingers than he could count descended on his belly and knees in tandem, driving him crazy from how ticklish it was. He tried to struggle and fight back, but still others on his team pinned his limbs to the floor so he couldn’t move, forced to lay there and take it. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Hinata’s giggles floated to him from somewhere in the crowd, and when the setter lifted his head he saw the redhead beaming at him, fingers digging into his stomach along with at least two or three others.

Kageyama tossed his head back and let out a scream of laughter when someone found the spot just below his ribs that tickled so bad, ramping up his efforts to get away and his desperation to make it stop. “GOD NO PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WHY?!”

“Dude, you came to the costume party dressed as a prisoner,” Tanaka chuckled. “Of course we were going to subject you to a little friendly tickle torture~”

“IT’S NOT MY FAHAHAHAHAHAHAULT!! HINATA MAHAHAHAHAHADE ME DO IT!!”

“I did not! I just begged you to be the prisoner to my policeman until you agreed!” Hinata shot back, grinning proudly. “I also may or may not have told everyone to jump you when you got here.”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I KNEHEHEHEHEW IT WAS YOUR FAHAHAHAHAULT!!” Kageyama was laughing so hard he was practically crying at this point, throwing all pride out the window to dissolve into a begging, pleading, ticklish mess on the floor. “GUYS PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I’M TOO TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLISH!! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IT!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Finally they began to let up gradually until only one Karasuno team member was still tickling him gently – Hinata, the little traitor.

“Stohohohohohop,” Kageyama pleaded weakly, trying to shove the redhead off of him. “No mohohohohohohore…”

Hinata giggled. “You’d better behave yourself, Kageyama. You wouldn’t want to get pulled back into the torture chamber, would you~?”

“H-Hahahate you,” the setter grumbled through his leftover snickers as his friend finally let him go. “You’ll pay for this, boke.”

Hinata merely smiled, ruffled his hair, and got to his feet. “We’ll see about that.”

*

85) Lee Kuroo, Ler Kenma

“I can barely feel you,” Kuroo murmured, turning his head to glance at Kenma over his shoulder. “You’re like a ghost. You’re barely doing anything.”

Kenma ignored him, keeping up his gentle massage into his friend’s lower back, where he’d been complaining about aches and pains earlier. He usually wasn’t one to give massages (and certainly not one to receive them), but with Kuroo, it was different. They’d been friends for so long it just didn’t bother him to be physical with him in this way like it would if it were anyone else.

“Ken, you gotta push a little harder,” the Nekoma captain insisted gently. “Otherwise you’re just ghosting me.”

“Ghosting is when you stop interacting with someone out of nowhere and for no particular reason,” Kenma argued, “and it’s socially considered an extremely low thing to do.”

“Ugh.” Kuroo buried his face in his arms. “Forget it.”

Kenma watched him for a moment, considering. Then he climbed onto his friend’s backside and straddled him, softly trailing his fingers up and down the captain’s sides.

He got snickers immediately. “K-Kenma, wait, that tihihickles!”

“Does it? I thought you said you could barely feel anything I was doing. If that’s true then this shouldn’t bother you.”

“H-Haah! Massahahaging lightly and tickling lightly are two different thihihihings,” Kuroo argued, trying to roll over but not toss his friend across the room. “Stohohohop, Kenma—”

In response, Kenma dug in with everything he had, pulling a howl of laughter from his taller friend, followed by desperate kicking and cackling.

“Kehehehehehehehen! Nohohohohohohoho! Stop tihihihihickling me!”

“Make me.”

Kuroo squealed and finally rolled over, managing to stop Kenma’s tickle attack only long enough for the setter to regain his bearings and pull Kuroo’s arms above his head, plopping himself on them, pinning him down while going for his armpits next.

“GAH!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WHAHAHAHAHAT’S GOTTEN INTO YOHOHOHOU?!” Kuroo cried, laughing even harder now that his worst spot was being tickled. “KENMA!!”

“I don’t know,” Kenma replied, quiet and calm as ever, though a tiny smirk graced his features the longer he made Kuroo laugh like this. “I guess I just got tired of being a ghost.”

*

86) Lee Kageyama, Lers Noya and Hinata

“I am not,” Kageyama said firmly, “playing volleyball in my Halloween costume.”

Hinata pouted at him – followed by the rest of the team’s complaining – but Kageyama wasn’t budging. It had taken the redhead ages to convince him to dress up at all, and now that he was in his vampire attire he was absolutely not going to ruin his good looks by running around the court and getting all sweaty.

“But it’ll be fun! Vampires and werewolves and zombies playing volleyball together?” Hinata protested, grabbing his arm. “Come on, Kageyama!”

“No way.”

“If you don’t play with us, I’ll put my sword through you,” Noya threatened, holding out his pirate’s blade to make his point.

“Swords don’t work on vampires,” Kageyama retorted. “It’s stakes. And I’m not playing in costume. I’ll be happy to join you in my jersey.”

“Well, Hinata,” the libero said sadly, “I think we know what we need to do, don’t we?”

“Yeah,” Hinata sighed. “We do.”

Kageyama frowned. “What? Agh – hey! What are you doing?!” He suddenly found himself with two short punks attached to him on either side. They refused to budge when he tried to push them off. “Quit it! What are you – ah! No! Nohohohohohoho, no fahahahahahahair!”

Hinata and Noya exchanged wicked smiles, each of them clawing up the setter’s ribs and sides, Noya scribbling along his back and Hinata along his belly.

It was all Kageyama could do to stay on his feet. “Gahahahahahaha! Guys, get ohohohohohoff! I’m n-not plahahahahaying—!”

“Who knew vampires were so ticklish?” Noya teased.

Kageyama blushed but couldn’t stop his giggles. He tried bringing his arms down to his sides protectively, but doing so only encouraged his attackers to rewrap their arms around him so he was immobilized and still having two of his worst spots tickled at once. “Nohohohohohohoho!”

Hinata beamed up at him. “Look at those pearly white, sharp vampire teeth! Tickle, tickle, tickle, Kageyama!”

Kageyama dissolved into hysterical giggles at the teasing words, which then made his ticklers and the rest of the team laugh along with him. He did eventually give in to their demands and agreed to play volleyball as a vampire, but he vowed to get Hinata back for being the cause of all this silliness in the first place later that night…

*

87) Lee Kuroo, Ler Daichi

“Okay, I admit – that may not have been my smartest move,” Kuroo chuckled with a grunt as he flopped onto his back, staring up at the sky and eventually the face of his worried boyfriend as well.

“Kuroo, are you all right?” Daichi asked, kneeling beside him. “Did you break anything?”

“Nah. Just my pride.” Kuroo grinned. “Help me up?”

Daichi offered his hand and got him into a sitting position, immediately patting him down and brushing him off, making sure he was seriously okay. “What were you thinking, trying to go after the ball like that? It’s one of a million volleyballs; there are hundreds more at the gym!”

“I know, I know.” Kuroo had lost his grip on the volleyball he’d been tossing into the air on their walk home from practice, then made the stupid decision to hop over the railing and chase it down the hill – only to trip in his haste and tumble most of the way down instead. He had no idea where the ball was now, and he didn’t care anymore. “You can stop feeling me up, Dai. I’m fine.”

“I’m just making sure.” Daichi finished his inspection, brushed Kuroo’s hair aside, kissed his cheek tenderly…and then suddenly shoved him back onto the ground, hopping on top of him, hands shoving up into his underarms and digging viciously. “This is what you get for being an idiot!”

“Agh! Nohohohohohoho, wahahahahahahait! No fahahahahahair – I just fehehehehehehell down a hill, Dahahahahahaichi! Don’t tihihihihihihickle me!”

“You’re fine. You said so yourself, didn’t you? Deal with it.” Daichi grinned at him, pinching and squeezing his underarms and upper ribs, enjoying the boyish laughter his partner let loose in response to his stimulus. “Was it worth hopping over a protective railing to get a volleyball that’s easily replaced? Huh, Kuroo?”

“Nohohohohohohohohoho!”

“Didn’t think so. Don’t do it again, okay?”

“Dahahahahahahahaichi! Stohohohohohohop, please, I won’t dohohohohoho it agahahahahain!”

Daichi chuckled, finally slowed to a stop, and leaned down to kiss him on the lips this time. “You’d better not.”

*

88) Lee Hinata, Ler Kageyama

“Sho?” Kageyama stopped in the doorway to Hinata’s bedroom, frowning when he saw his boyfriend curled up in a ball, facing away from him. “Hey, are you sick?”

“Hey, Tobio. I’m not sick.”

Kageyama plopped his bag in the doorway, strode to the bed, and pressed his hand to his partner’s forehead anyway. “Well, you’re not running a fever, at least.”

“I said I’m not sick. Just sad.” Hinata finally half-rolled over so he could stretch out his arm. “Come cuddle me.”

Blinking, Kageyama did as he was asked, lying on the mattress behind his boyfriend, becoming the big spoon in less than a minute. “Did something happen today?”

“Just some buttheads being mean because I’m short.”

“I’ll murder them for you.”

“Thanks.”

Kageyama wrapped his arm around Hinata’s waist and hugged him close, slipping a hand under his shirt, lightly dragging his nails along the redhead’s belly.

“Noooo,” Hinata whined playfully, a half smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t tickle me…”

“Not a lot. Just enough to get you smiling again, Sho.” Kageyama smirked against his neck, kissing him softly while skittering and scribbling along his bare skin under his shirt.

Hinata giggled despite himself, arching into his partner’s hand, opening himself up to further tickles. “Hehehehe! Tohohohobio, stoooop…”

“Now that you’re smiling again? No way.”

“Ah! Nohoho, not my rihihihibs, please!” Hinata giggled a little louder, his arm coming down instinctively to protect himself as Kageyama moved up to a more ticklish spot. “Ehehehehehe! Plehehease!”

Kageyama cuddled him hard and tickled him gently, kissing him until he was blushing and giggling and whining and hugging him back, gradually forgetting about the bullies more and more with every loving touch from the one who mattered most to him.

*

89) Lee Kageyama, Lers Daichi and Kuroo

“Ah! W-Wahahahait! Ehehehehehehe! What is thihihihihihis?!” Kageyama squealed, squirming in his upperclassmen’s grips. Daichi and Kuroo each held one of his wrists in the air and were clawing at his ribs, making him laugh despite himself.

“Initiation,” Kuroo replied with a smirk.

Daichi nodded. “If you want to be our boyfriend, you’ll have to let us play with you when we’re in a mood. You are younger than us, after all~”

“Whahahahahat does that hahahahahave to do with anythihihihihing?!” The first-year setter yelped and jerked away when Kuroo reached his belly, making both of the captains grin and tackle him to the floor, promptly tickling him until he was squealing out their names and kicking desperately. “Ahahahahahahaha! G-Guhuhuhuhuhuys!”

“Still want to go out with us?” Daichi teased.

“Y-Yehehehehehes! I lihihihihike you both!” Kageyama admitted, blushing. He’d had crushes on both of them for a while but had restrained from saying anything since he knew they were dating; he’d had no idea until recently that they were actually both polyamorous and looking for a third boyfriend. Needless to say, he’d jumped at the chance – but this was the last thing he’d expected to happen when he’d confessed his feelings for them.

Daichi and Kuroo exchanged glances. They smiled first at each other, then at their underclassman. “I think he’ll be a good addition,” Kuroo said. “Don’t you?”

“I’ve been telling you that for a while,” Daichi replied.

Then they both leaned down and kissed his cheeks, renewing their tickling immediately after.

Kageyama burst into hysterical giggles, flailing beneath them, pleading for mercy – but secretly loving every second that both of his crushes showered him with playful affection.

*

90) Lee Oikawa, Ler Iwa

“Liar?! How dare you!” Iwa roared, lunging for his study partner, who lay on his stomach on the floor, having no idea what was about to befall him. “Now you’re gonna get it!”

Oikawa barely had time to register the weight on his back before he was exploding with laughter, flailing so hard he drew a dark, jagged line across his otherwise neat homework sheet with his pen. Said pen then flew from his hands as he tried to bring his arms in protectively.

It was useless.

“GAH!! IWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! DON’T TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLE ME!!” The setter laughed and kicked his legs, trying to push himself up and roll over, but every time he got his arms in a position to brace his evil friend would dig his tickling fingers into his armpits, making him collapse and shoot his arms right back down again. “SCREHEHEHEHEHEW YOU, IWA-CHAHAHAHAHAHAN!!”

“You’re the one who called me a liar for no good reason,” Iwa shot back, merciless in his ticklish administrations.

“BUT YOU AHAHAHAHAHAHARE!!”

“Tch! Yeah, right. If I’m a liar, you’re not insanely ticklish.” Iwa’s hands found his hips and pressed in deep, drawing a scream of laughter from his old friend. “Oh, wait…that’s right. You are insanely ticklish. Guess I’m not a liar then, am I, Toru?”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Oikawa begged, pounding his fists on the ground in a helpless gesture of submission. “PLEASE, NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!! I GIVE UP!! YOU WIHIHIHIHIHIN, IWA-CHAHAHAHAHAHAN!!”

“Take back what you said about me and I’ll stop.”

“FIHIHIHIHIHINE YOU’RE NOT A LIHIHIHIHIHIAR NOW PLEASE QUIT IHIHIHIHIT!!”

Iwa did as he had promised and let up – but only for a few moments. As soon as Oikawa had gasped in a few breaths of air, he went right back to tickling him relentlessly, smirking as he drew shriek after squealy cackle from the annoying setter. “Well, would you look at that? Guess I am a liar after all~”

[volleychumps]

hii! can I request headcanons/scenario (up to you) to kuroo's first year sister becoming nekoma's manager (also kuroo is a little overprotective) and the team going to a training camp with the others for the fist time? thank you in advance!

 Awh yes of course this prompt made my heart go !!! This is a tad crack-filled but it has its’ sappy moments, I hope you enjoy!!

The Younger Kuroo

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“And what do we say when a boy asks for your number?” 

“Oh please, jump into my bed. I’ve been waiting.” 

You dodge the thump to the forehead from Kuroo’s thumb as you hide behind a cackling Yaku, who wiped a tear from his eyes at the promise of death in your older brother’s eyes. 

“No. Try again.” 

“I’m not five~” you whine, stretching your legs out from the slightly cramped bus ride. You loved Lev like a brother, but his legs hardly gave you any room to sit comfortably. Said boy hadn’t even realized until towards the end of the ride, panicking and taking your bags up for you as an apology with a sheepish grin on his cat-like features. 

Kai thumps your head for Kuroo, causing you to protest. “Kai! I’m supposed to be your favorite!” 

“Keep making jokes about bringing boys into your bed and you won’t be.” 

“Um sir, I’m actually going to be sleeping on a futon-” 

You dodge the next flick to your head, grumbling about how your brother’s team abuses their own manager as you run ahead to catch up with Kenma, ignoring the agitated calls for your ass to get back there from your brother. 

Kuroo rolls his eyes at the actions of his younger sister, watching Kenma show you what he was playing as Yaku brings a hand up to his neck, the three third-years watching with slightly worried expressions as their little sister figure hops onto Inuoka’s back. 

“Will she really be okay?” 

“She’s smart. She can take care of herself.” 

“MORI, INUOKA ATE MY COOKIES!” 

“I BOUGHT THEM FOR YOU-”

“Inuoka don’t steal her snacks! She’s still growing!” 

Kuroo sighs, the captain raising a hand to his eyes as Kai grins lopsidedly next to him, looking a little apologetic. 

“Nevermind. She’s a dumbass.” 

“So...we should worry about her?” 

This would be a long training camp. 

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“Yamamoto, bend your knees a little more.” You instruct, resting a hand on the boy’s back as Yamamoto nervously looks to the side in case Kuroo was looking. You roll your eyes, applying more pressure. Your brother’s overprotective nature was funny at times, but not when it got into your duties as team manager. 

“Are you really her?!” 

“Bokuto, I said no!” 

You blink, hiding behind Yamamoto on instinct as a boy with burly arms and silver hair came running towards you, excitement brimmed in his gold irises as Kuroo holds his collar with an irk mark. A second guy with slightly disheveled hair came walking in tow, hands stuffed in his pockets as if this were an every day occurence. You focus in on their shirts. Fukurodani Academy. 

“Huh? Wait...” The Fukurodani member looks deep in thought. “She’s like, totally cute. What happened to you?” 

“Akaashi, please claim your pet.” Kuroo snips, but before the second boy can step forward, you’re laughing and stepping out from your hiding place and extending a hand to the silver haired boy, who grips it excitedly as he ignores Kuroo’s protests. 

“I’m Kuroo Y/N! The totally cuter sibling.” 

“Bokuto Kotaro! You can call me Bokuto onee-chan!” 

“No you cannot.” 

“...Bo onee-chan?” you offer a bit timidly, ignoring the glower from your older brother as you hide your smirk. 

Bokuto swooned, causing the second boy to nudge him, an amused look tickling his features as he bows respectfully. 

“Akaashi Keiji.” 

“Keiji-Kun?” You grin, and the blue-eyed boy takes on a look of surprise and seems to ponder it for a moment, nodding his head before bowing again. 

“We’ll be taking our leave, Kuroo-san.” 

“Call me Y/N!” You call, the setter turning slightly in their depart to nod to you as Bokuto fist pumps the air, claiming you were totally his type before you zone in on your unamused older brother, whose arms were crossed as you grin a little sheepishly. 

“You’re telling me you know those two hotties and you’ve never bothered to set me up?” 

“Y/N-” 

“Joking! It was a joke!” You say a little too quickly, jogging off to encourage Kenma to get his ass off the bench as Kuroo groans, tugging Kai and Yaku off to the sidelines. 

“...yeah. we might need to worry.” 

“What are you talking about?” Mori laughs. “She’s not a kid, Kuroo. We don’t need to look after her as much as we did before.”

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“Literally fuck what I said before.” 

“Just how the hell did she manage to befriend the whole Karasuno team?” Kuroo grits out, Bokuto chuckling to his side as Akaashi reminds Kuroo not to snap his chopsticks in half. 

“Even Tsukki isn’t telling her to leave his sight. Is she magic or what?” 

The event where you were sitting between the vice-captain and wing spiker of the Karasuno team during that evening meal had begun when the captain had accidentally sent a receive towards your head, the goregous team manager managing to protect you in time with a swift wave of her hand. The vice-captain had rushed up to you in a hurry, apologizing profusely before the hyper libero invited you to come eat dinner with them, claiming he would buy you anything you wanted from the snack vendors afterwards. 

“Daichi, if you don’t stop apologizing, I will press charges.” You warn, placing more rice in your mouth as Yachi giggles from across you, eyes curious. 

“It’s hard to believe you’re Kuroo-san’s little sister, Y/N.” 

“You’re not scary...at all. Are you sure you two are related?” Hinata blanches, pretending he can’t see the glower from the captain across the cafeteria. You shrug, shooing the offered fried katsu from Sugawara’s chopsticks away. 

“Eat, Suga. I’m not dead.” You huff, turning to reply to your new friend. “And Hinata, don’t talk with your mouth full. Sadly, we came from the same womb and he was my first bully.”

The fact that you were both first years made you get along easily with the freckled boy, Yachi, Hinata, and even the genius blue-eyed setter and the tall middle blocker managed to engage in conversation with you one or two times. You noticed that the boy who claimed a little too boisterously to call him “Tanaka-Senpai” and the libero “Nishinoya-senpai” were looking at you with stars in your eyes before cutting you off mid-conversation. 

“Was being saved by Kiyoko a mesmerizing experience?” 

“Daichi, why don’t you throw a volleyball at their head so they can see?” 

“Suga, I said I was sorry, I feel bad enough!”

“You hurt a kouhai!” Suga over dramticizes, playfully creating a human shield between you and the captain. “You don’t even deserve to look at her!” 

You laugh, the laugh dwindling slightly when you meet Kuroo’s eyes from across the room. The team all look down at once, Lev pouting and Yaku seeming to be a little more quiet as Yamamoto and Fukunaga pretend to carry on a conversation. 

The captain looks away quickly, and you frown, focusing on your meal. It looks like you were going to have an unexpected team meeting tonight. 

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“All right. Why is everyone on edge?” You throw the door open, not even flinching when some of your boys were in the middle of putting their shirts on. Lev and Inuoka both squeal overdramatically, covering their bodies. 

“Y/N you perv!” 

“Oh shut up, you always walk around shirtless and I say nothing!” You protest, plopping down in your brother’s futon. “Where is Kuroo anyway?” 

“Out. You know you can’t be in the boys’ dorms this late, Y/N. Do you want me to walk you?” Yaku crosses his arms strictly, and you sidle up to Kenma before resting your head on his shoulder tiredly, the boy you grew up with not even reacting as he continues to tap away on his console. 

“Nope.” You pop the p. “I just feel like I should say something. So gather around, chums.” 

“What, are you british now?” 

“Lev I seem to remember asking you to gather around, not hit me with an attitude.” You reply sassily, clapping your hands together. “Group circle. Now.” 

“She does have that captain vibe.” Yamamoto mumbles to Fukunaga as he simply nods in response. As your boys gather, you wait for them to settle before starting. 

“Okay, so welcome to alcoholic’s anonymous-” 

“Never mind. She doesn’t have a captain vibe, I must’ve been crazy.”

“Hi I’m Inuoka, and-

“Get to the point Y/N.” Kai says seriously as he yawns. You cross your legs, pressing the off button on Kenma’s console before looking at each of them individually, a seriousness in your eyes that was rarely there. 

“You do know I love you guys, right? Just because we’re at a training camp doesn’t mean I like the other teams more than I like you...so I wanted to say I’m sorry if it seemed like I was being a little neglectful...” You trail off, fiddling with your fingers. “I know some of you see me as your younger sister, and I really really don’t want you guys to feel like you guys are replaceable, because you aren’t.” 

You look up to see a mixture of surprise as some near tears (Lev and Inuoka) before you hastily add,  “And thus that ends my cheesy speech. Anyway, I struggle with high-amounts of alcohol consumption-” 

You’re cut off when the first years tackle you into a hug, crying they’re really glad you’re their manager as you struggle to breathe. You look up after you manage to shove them off, Yaku ruffling your hair as Kai crosses his arms with a satisfied grin on his face. Even Kenma had a little smile on his face before turning his console back on. 

“Sis.” 

You freeze up. It was time to face the final boss. Your head turns to sheepishly smile at Kuroo before he rolls his eyes, jutting his head to the side slightly. 

“I’ll walk you out.” 

“Goodnight Y/N!” 

“We love you!” 

“Speak for yourself-” 

“Shut up Kenma, we know you do.” 

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“So you heard?” You walk next to your older brother, arms swinging loosely as Kuroo hums in response, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. 

“It was nice for you to clarify.” Kuroo speaks after a few brief moments of comfortable silence. “For awhile, we were the only team that didn’t have a manager to deal with us, so I’m not surprised they got a little worried seeing you cozy up to other teams. One might say even a little possessive.” 

Kuroo stops, and you turn curiously to face your brother. 

“It honestly makes me really scared to think one of these bastards might steal my little sister away. None of them are deserving of you, and I’ll be damned if I let you think that they are.”

You blink. Kuroo saying nice things seemed to only happen once in a blue moon. 

“Tetsurou-nii.” You say softly, tugging on Kuroo’s sleeve. “I’m not a kid anymore, you know? I’m not that middle schooler that always followed you and your friends around, having an unexplainable crush on Kenma-” 

“Get to the point.” 

“I’m happy you care.” You hug him, feeling Kuroo relax into your embrace. “But you gotta let me grow up some day, you know? And that thing about none of the team being replaceable?” 

Your grip tightens just a little more. “You’re the one it applies to the most. You’re my one and only older brother who pisses me off at times, but...I...ugh god....why is this so hard? I uh... l-love you, big bro.” 

You feel a hand rest on the top of your head as Kuroo sighs. “I love you too, little sis, so stop saying gross stuff.” 

“Then don’t pout at me from across the cafeteria!” 

“Who the hell was pouting? Me? You must be losing your sight, crazy woman.” 

“At least my hair doesn’t look like a duck’s ass.” 

“At least I’m tall.” 

“Don’t be bitter because you weren’t apart of our alcoholic’s anonymous meeting-” 

and so, both Kuroo’s walked and laughed all the way to the girls’ housing, the atmosphere significantly lighter than it had once been. 

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“What business do you have with our manager, oi?” 

“Yamamoto, let Tanaka and Noya say bye.” You scold, highfiving them with both hands before Daichi approaches, Sugawara by his side as the captain of Karasuno hands you a steaming bag of Taiyaki.

“Share with your friends. This is my official apology. We’ll see you soon, Y/N.” The captain smiles warmly before turning to Suga. “Happy now?” 

“No, you abuser. Goodbye little kouhai!!” 

You wave to Hinata, Yachi, and Yamaguchi from a distance, Tsukishima and Kageyama both simply nodding to you as you shake your phone a little, signalling each of them to text you with the number you gave them with a bright smile. 

“Y/N don’t leave without saying bye to your nii-chan!” 

“Never, Bo-onii!” You cry overdramatically as Bokuto spins you around, Akaashi setting one hand on your head with a slight nod and a smile tickling his lips. It was honestly crazy how close you got with these people in three days, but who was complaining? 

“On the bus. Now.” Kuroo picks you up mid-spin from Bokuto’s grasp as you stick your tongue out, offering your final waves to everyone before Kai simply picks you up by the collar and quite literally drags you onto the bus. 

“Oh, did I miss my abusive boys.” You roll your eyes as you’re seated promptly next to Lev, who kindly kept his legs in check to give you enough room on the bus. “Who wants Taiyaki? Daichi-senpai treated us!” 

“Is Daichi the one? I called dibs, already!” Lev whines as the pastries are passed around, the bus settling into motion before Kuroo delivers a chop to the first-year’s head, who quickly claims it was a joke before a laugh bubbles up in your throat. 

Yeah. Your boys were a bit of a handful. 

“Yaku, you can’t have two!” 

“It just means Y/N loves me more.” 

“I’m her brother, you can’t compete.” 

“Shut up, she hates you half the time.” 

“No one asked you, Kenma!” 

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.