#kyoutani fanfic

[taintedtort]

"Kyotani!"

your voice rings through the gym, stopping the conversation that Seijoh‘s team was having. said boy turns his head to look at you, a scowl pulling on his lips when you shouted his name like that in front of everyone. he can’t be too mad though, not when you’re waving so enthusiastically, obviously happy to see him.

he grumbles something under his breath before breaking apart from the group to walk over to you, ignoring the gazes of his nosey teammates. they’ve never seen you before, and he certainly hasn’t said anything about you. they’d definitely remember if the Mad Dog had mentioned someone, especially someone as attractive as you.

in reality, you two have been dating for a few months now, though you’re keeping it quiet. he doesn’t necessarily mind anyone knowing, he just hasn’t specifically told his team because he doesn’t want them teasing him about it.

when he reaches you, he grunts in greeting, and you smile as you extend his jacket he lent to you the other day.

"here, i washed it," you chirp, looking much too nice to be talking to someone like Kyotani. he shakes his head at your offer though, waving off the jacket.

"keep it, i never wear it anyway," he grumbles, keeping his voice low so his teammates don’t overhear. his words make you smile though, and you nod eagerly, holding the clothing to your chest.

he can hear his teammates whispering amongst themselves, trying to guess the relationship between the two of you and how you know him. it irks him, and he’s trying his best not to just drag you off somewhere a bit more private to talk to you. he knows that would only make them even more curious though, so he’s stuck standing a respectable distance away from you while listening to his teammates gossip.

"do you wanna walk home together?"

your voice brings his attention back to you, his ears drowning them out as he listens to your sweet request. practice is nearly over anyway, and he knows you were probably waiting for him in the first place, which makes his chest feel… funny.

he only nods in response, gesturing for you to wait outside so he can grab his stuff. there’s no way he’s letting his teammates near you, they’d only bombard you with stupid questions.

"okay! hurry up," you urge, smiling at him in a way that makes his earlier annoyance immediately melt away.

before you turn to leave, you tip toe and give him a quick peck on the cheek, one that has nearly his whole team gawking and gasping. it leaves him a bit surprised too, and he can feel his ears get warm from embarrassment. you look cheeky though, practically skipping out of the gym to wait outside for him like you didn’t just shell shock half the team.

as soon as you’re out of sight, an uproar follows as his teammates surround him, immediately asking questions and demanding details. he just rolls his eyes, huffing out short answers as he goes to gather his stuff.

…brat. ♡

sort of a start of my kyotani series, which will honestly just consist of random drabbles and whatever else i can think of.

[jplupine]

Day 3: Kyotani Kentaro ~ Intercrural

Pairing: Kyotani Kentaro x AFAB Reader Word Count: ~2.4k Date Published: October 3, 2024 WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Sub!Kentaro, Size Difference, Biting/Marking, Feral Behavior, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Intercrural Sex, Collar/Leash, Light Pet Play, Reader is AFAB but no gender is specified Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/etc. get used. Reader also uses terms like 'Good Boy' and 'Mutt' to refer to Kentaro. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Your boyfriend is known as the Mad Dog on the court, but when it's just you two, he's your obedient puppy even if he gets a bit nippy.

You can also read it on AO3!

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  Your grip on the blanket beneath you tightened as you grunted. Rough fingers were digging into your flesh, keeping you spread to make it easier to feast. Slick and saliva were dripping down your thighs and soaking into the blanket.

  There was always a mess when Kentaro was allowed to get his hands on you and now was no exception. On your knees with your face buried in a pillow, he was behind you, dragging his tongue over your throbbing clit as he lapped up your arousal. He groaned, his tongue leaving a broad stripe of drool over your clenching hole.

  Kentaro's breath was hot against your burning skin. His hunger for you had his grip near bruising and his teeth scraping against your flesh with his tongue buried as deep as it could reach. The bites he'd left on your ass and thighs still stung, but you always knew what you were getting into when it came to the Mad Dog. The marks he left behind told a very different story without context, making it seem as if Kentaro was a ruthless hound marking his territory.

  While he indeed was marking territory.... Kentaro, in reality, was your puppy so eager to get his hands on you and had been begging as soon as you got home. He was rough around the edges and a whiny brat whenever his dick was hard. The collar around his throat and the leash firmly grasped in your fist was the quickest way to keep him in line when he got too rowdy.

  "That's it. Fuck, such a good boy~." Your voice was breathy before your hips bucked from his tongue circling your clit. His lips closed around the bud to suck on it, making you moan as your knuckles went white from your harsh grip. Kentaro groaned while sucking, adding a low vibration that struck you to the core. He released with a soft pop and licked from clit to taint.

  He was panting and shifted his weight behind you.

  "Is that good enough?" His voice was husky and you scoffed.

  "Fuck, no."

  "C'mon. I don't know how much more I can take." Kentaro sounded so needy, and you knew exactly why. His poor cock was aching and had gone untouched this entire time. You tugged on his leash to pull him closer.

  "I already told you. You make me cum, then you can." You wiggled your hips while smiling, hearing him growling in frustration. Kentaro's blunt nails dug into the flesh of your ass before his mouth was back on you, licking and sucking to give you what you wanted.

  Moaning when his thick tongue delved into your pussy, you bit your bottom lip from how the wet muscle curled and prodded at your insides. One of his hands let go of your ass to circle his thumb over your clit. You could feel more of his drool mixing with your arousal and dripping onto the bed.

  Kentaro pulled away, panting and trying to catch his breath before sliding two of his fingers into your pussy. You cursed under your breath at how his fingers stretched you. His hands were bigger than yours in every way and it was one of the things you loved, especially now.

  His fingers went deeper and were stronger than his tongue, hitting more precisely as they curled. You shivered in delight and moaned his praise when his tongue glided over your clit to not leave it neglected. While he may complain about his own needs and whine for relief, leaving you unsatisfied would be even worse. He had his own pride after all.

  You finally peaked when he was sucking on your clit and knuckles deep in your pussy. He could feel you clenching around his fingers as you cried out in pleasure. Kentaro groaned low enough it nearly sounded like a growl, pushing you even further over the edge with the vibrations.

  By the time your orgasm passed, you were panting and smiling, body feeling lighter and relaxed. Kentaro pulled his fingers free as his breath hit your lower back. You could feel his golden gaze boring holes into the back of your head.

  It made you give a sighing laugh before you tugged on his leash.

  "All right. Mount up, sweetheart." You cooed. Rough hands grabbed your hips, his calloused palms a delicious contrast to your soft skin. You pressed your legs together and felt Kentaro's erection against the back of your thighs. His breath shook with a groan when finally feeling you against his cock. He ground his hips against your ass, smearing the mix of bodily fluids on your thighs over his length.

  You felt the mess on his face dripping onto your bare back as he pawed at your body in an attempt to pull you even closer. Kentaro managed to slip his cock between your thighs and hissed from the wet heat surrounding his aching shaft. He could feel the muscles in your thighs tense and relax as you got more comfortable.

  Curling the leash around your knuckles, you yanked on it, forcing him to lean over you until his face was near the back of your head. Turning your face to kiss his temple, you then licked his cheekbone.

  "You like being a good boy for me, don't you?" Your voice purred, and Kentaro quickly nodded his head as his grip on your hips tightened. "Your face is such a mess. Do you remember the deal?"

  "Pussy is off-limits unless I can make you cum while fucking your thighs, then I can do whatever the fuck I want."

  "That's right. Now get to it, champ. Show me how badly you want it." You gave his leash enough slack for him to pull away. Kentaro moved his hands up your back, pushing down against your shoulder blades to have you arch more until your face was in the pillow again. He was trying to position your hips to have his cock trapped between your thighs and against your clit.

  He grabbed your hips again and drew back before thrusting forward until his pelvis hit your ass. Kentaro groaned, low and guttural, making your blood burn with excitement. His desperation had him snapping his hips like a dog in heat as he clung to you. Each thrust hit harshly, enough to make your ass and thighs jiggle against his body.

  It drove him wild to see your body beneath him, each impact visible for a second, and to feel you tugging on his leash, pulling on his collar. Kentaro was trying to maintain enough sense to remember that he needed to make you cum for him to get his prize, but finally feeling your warm, wet thighs clamped around his aching cock made his mind go blank. Your inner thighs were soft and plump, feeling so perfect when your muscles clenched and tightened around him.

  His blunt nails dug into your hips as he panted and forced himself to slow down. The drag of his dick over your clit made you bite your lower lip and groan. For a moment, you thought he would forget the deal in the haze of pleasure, but if Kentaro was one thing, it was determined. He hated to lose even if it was to you.

  "Aw, it's cute when you get feral. C'mon, just lose yourself." You teased while lightly tugging on the leash.

  "Shut up. I can do it." Kentaro snarled before shifting his hips. He was trying to find a better angle until you moaned and your pussy clenched around nothing.

  "Oh, fuck!" You hissed under your breath. Having orgasmed from his mouth and fingers left you more sensitive still, which was part of your plan, but Kentaro had found the perfect angle and speed to grind against your clit. You felt his cock throb before his drool was dripping onto your back.

  Kentaro was barely in control; all of his focus was on maintaining his pace while forgetting about everything else. The only thing that mattered to him was feeling you squeeze around his cock and hearing you moan. He could be selfish and use your thighs, spilling his cum on the sheets beneath you, but pleasing you had much better rewards. But he would be selfish in one regard; he would drag this out as long as he possibly could.

  He loved your thighs. He loved feeling them; the way they squished in his hands when relaxed and could squeeze the life out of him when clenched. The way they surrounded his cock and cushioned the slap of his balls with every thrust could make him snap.

  Kentaro couldn't look away from the bite marks he left on your ass earlier. They were red and swollen, the indents from his teeth so clear from his practiced bite, and they jiggled like the rest of your flesh. Their soreness hit you over and over again, driving home just how much Kentaro craved you.

  "Oh, Kentaro, that's- Fuck!- that's good." You praised him, plucking at his strings and making it even harder for him to think straight. "You're drooling so much, puppy. Are you sure you can do it?" You challenged him yet again, digging your claws deeper into his senses.

  "I can. I can!" Kentaro's face twisted into a vicious snarl with his nose scrunched up. His ears were already bright red with his blush spreading across his cheeks. His stamina was not only useful on the court, and he'd be damned if he lost that easily.

  You knew his mean-looking expression only meant that he was trying to concentrate and not spill his load all over your thighs so soon. But you were in a mood, wanting to make this even harder for your mad dog.

  With a wicked grin, you pulled on his leash while using your free hand to reach beneath you and drag your finger over the slit of his cock when he thrust forward. Kentaro nearly doubled over and cried out as your finger smeared his pre over his slick head poking between your thighs. His hips stuttered, throwing off his steady pace as you giggled.

  "Stop that!" He snapped at you while trying to regain his composure.

  "You don't get to tell me what to do. I'm in charge here, mutt." You were grinning as you circled your fingers around the tip of his dick. Each time his hips pulled back, the crown of his cock would catch on your fingers and pop back through when he thrust forward. Kentaro whined through grit teeth.

  He finally snapped, fucking your thighs like an animal as his nails left angry lines on your hips. It was exactly what you wanted when his strong arms wrapped around you and his chest was against your back. His sweaty body trapped yours between him and the bed as his feral grunts and moans filling your ears ignited a fire in your belly. You fed off his desperation and neediness.

  Kentaro was drunk on you, drool dripping from his chin and he mindlessly fucked your thighs and felt his collar adding pressure to his throat in the best way. He clung to you, trying to pull you closer to his rutting hips to drive his cock deeper between your thighs and into your waiting hand.

  The sounds he made as his balls slapped against the back of your legs made your head spin. Yes, you were in charge, but, fuck, did you love driving Kentaro over the edge until he was feral for you. He was a perfect mix of sweet, soft cuddles and rabid pleasure.

  His weight on your back drove you deeper into the mattress as his calloused hands pawed at your chest. Kentaro bucked, making the bed creak as if the boards were at their limit. His hot breath against your neck made your hair stand on end as you shivered.

  Your leaking arousal kept Kentaro's cock slick as the mess on your thighs got worse. His length rubbed against your clit still, driving you closer to climaxing until it was a battle of who would fall apart first. The Mad Dog or you?

  You were tempted to let Kentaro have his prize regardless just to figure out what he wanted to do to you so badly that he was still trying to make you cum first. But if you did, you knew it would only piss him off. Kentaro wanted to earn it.

  His teeth clamped on your shoulder as he groaned, making it sound more like a growl. Kentaro squeezed his hands around your chest, forcing a moan from your throat when he pinched your nipples. The mix of pain and pleasure made you squirm. Your movement in turn made Kentaro bite down harder and whine at the back of his throat.

  He broke first.

  Kentaro's stomach twitched before his cum was spilling over your hand and the sheets. The hot liquid oozed between your fingers, his cock throbbing against your clit with every spurt. He kept bucking, milking himself dry with your thighs as he moaned and dug his nails into your skin. You tried to hold back your own orgasm to have victory, but it was too much.

  Kentaro won with the final slap of his hips against your ass and the last grind and throb of his cock against your clit. He knew you peaked when he could barely breathe from how hard you tugged on his leash and how your thighs were shaking around his dick. He could barely hear your moan with how loud the blood rushing in his ears was, his every nerve feeling like an exposed live wire with stars sparking in his vision.

  You felt his body go slack against you as he panted and tried to catch his breath. His cock was going soft between your thighs now that his release painted your skin and made a mess on the bed. Letting go of the leash, you ran your fingers through his cropped hair and gently rubbed his scalp.

  "Good boy." You softly cooed, feeling him relax against your back even more. His arms encircled you in a hug as he nuzzled his face against the nape of your neck and into your hair. His lips brushed over your skin while gradually coming back down from the high. "Who's my sweet boy?" You whispered as the bites and bruises still ached.

  "....Me." Kentaro muttered while turning his face to kiss your palm. He was calming down now, and once he did, he would claim his prize.

[lizzy06]

Kyoutani Kentarou x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

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Collaring the Mad Dog✨✨ by Amoralyn (fluff). One day, staying late to clean up the classroom for a classmate who didn’t want to, you pass by the gym and happen to look in as the volleyball team is practicing…and you see a boy who changes everything. [COMPLETED]

Happy Birthday, Kyoutani~✨ by Amoralyn (oneshot, fluff) Kyoutani's first birthday with a girlfriend, who's determined to make it special for him. With a little help from a very special person, she just might succeed in a way she hadn't imagined… [COMPLETED]

tell me again✨ by laurus_nobillis (oneshot, fluff, smut at end(skippable for sfw reader!)) You accidentally admit to your best friend that you love him - and he wants to hear it again. [COMPLETED]

Growl |Kyotani Kentaro/Reader|✨ by Jayce_Writes(fluff) It all started with a growl……Which was odd considering it came from a human. [COMPLETED]

All Bark No Bite by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Mad Dog is known for being scary, but the tables turn when a date gets turned into babysitting. [COMPLETED]

Tame by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Playing Volleyball with Mad Dog outside of school forms a friendship of sorts, not that he’ll ever admit to that. [COMPLETED]

Exchanges✨ by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Seijoh know there’s something between Mad Dog and yourself, but that doesn’t make his unique behaviour toward you any less shocking. [COMPLETED]

Angry confessions by @d0llpie (oneshot, fluff) You’ve tried everything to make Kyotani realise you like him but he thinks you’re joking. [COMPLETED]

Kyoutani Kentarou (Maddog)x fem! Reader by @cutietobio (oneshot, fluff) kyoutani and reader on a date and the rest of aoba johsai end up seeing them. [COMPLETED]

Snow by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Being at war against Seijoh is bound to be tough, but fortunately you’re not alone in this battle. [COMPLETED]

Mad Dog has a Girlfriend by @pan-fangirl-345 (oneshot, fluff) No one expected Kyoutani to have a girlfriend, much less one that loves physical affection as much as you do. They also didn't expect you to be from Tokyo or that you would stop by to see your boyfriend while you're home from the US. Surprise! [COMPLETED]

Kyoutani Kentarou x Reader by @chimielie (oneshot, fluff) Just you and your friend at the grocery store. [COMPLETED]

Volleyboy Blondie✨ by @pan-fangirl-345 (oneshot, fluff)There’s a boy that you set to at the community center. Your brother and his best friend are overprotective. You don’t have many friends. You’re about to find out how these three things correlate.

Every Season - Kyoutani x Reader / tumblr by @mimi-cee-hq/mimi_cee(oneshot, fluff) Kyoutani finally introduces Y/n to the team. When they all comment on how he got such a sweet and innocent girlfriend, Kyoutani lets out a snort. A cute and funny getting together story of different kisses throughout the years and seasons. [COMPLETED]

we look good together by @howisavedtheworld (oneshot, fluff) kyoutani ruins your pictures. [COMPLETED]

CUTE CAT AND MAD DOG by @iwaizumisbabe (oneshot, fluff) in which you are Ken's girlfriend and nobody on the volleyball team knows. [COMPLETED]

Once Upon A Dream✨✨ by ThisNoodleWrites(oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) For almost 3 years, Kyoutani had seen glimpses of your life in his dreams. It was his favourite part of the day. So, when you move to Miyagi, he's far too excited to meet you. Only, he doesn't know your name or your what you look like. And what's a soulmate supposed to do when you go silent at school? [COMPLETED]

the art of (not) screwing a routine by orphan_account (oneshot, fluff) kyotani wakes up and decides he wants to screw the routine by confessing to you. it’s not as easy as it sounds. [COMPLETED]

Of Enemies And Lovers by ThisNoodleWrites (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) In a world where soulmates exist, but people have different soulmates identifying things, you are stuck with arguably the worst: on one wrist is your enemies name, on the other is your soulmates name. The catch: you don't know which is which. So when you happen to meet the owner of one of these names, how're you meant to react? [COMPLETED]

Call him by his name by HowlingKnight (oneshot, fluff, iwa's sis! reader) You meet Kyoutani Kentarou, the broody boy Oikawa dubbed as "Mad dog". You realize that Kyoutani might not really be fine with this nickname, and it slowly and unexpectedly brings you closer. [COMPLETED]

Little Fighter by Sk3tchkidd (oneshot, fluff) Being the wife of Kentaro Kyotani the former 'Mad Dog' is now a father with another baby on the way. [COMPLETED]

Jerk by QuitaQuita5 (oneshot, fluff) He irritates you for so many reasons, mainly because he is always being a jerk to you, but also because you really like him. [COMPLETED]

If you can't believe in others, atleast believe in us by @koushisatori (oneshot, hurt/comfort)In the beginning, you weren’t sure why your boyfriend is ignoring you. [COMPLETED]

Insecurities by @polarbearaone (oneshot, fluff with pinch of angst) Kyōtani insecurities fuel his jealousy. What happens when he finds out you’re the new baseball team manager.... [COMPLETED]

[yvette-tal]

“What’s up with you lately?”

Startled, you turn around only to see your boyfriend, Kentarou, in the doorway to your room. Weird. When he’d get here?

“Your door was unlocked. Do you know how fucking dangerous that is?” He asked, clearly upset by more than the confused and dazed look on your face as he walks closer “What’s up with you? You didn’t answer any of my texts or calls, are you mad at me?” He asked, his frown softening a bit.

“are you mad at me?” You dumbly return his question and he answers without hesitation “Yes.”

lmao ouch.

“but I’m also worried about you.” He mumbled, the faintest of blushes dusting his cheeks that you aren’t sure you’re seeing right. “Come on, loser. Tell me what’s bothering you. I’m tired of you acting weird all the time.”

[navsstuff]

First time dipping my fingers in vampire aus so instead of a full length fic I decided on shorter scenarios. I'm more of a cannibal lover sorryyy. (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) I love writing blood so that was fun

The second one is my favourite <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

@fruityclown19

There's fun in tracing maps along his arm, running the soft pad of a thumb up his strained neck, gripping the wrist and pressing two fingers to hear a reassurung heartbeat

Babbling on and on about hunger and thirst and how crimson is such a nice, deep, rich colour that looks so good on everything

"you're quiet today", as if Kyoutani's ears aren't muffled by both TV and murmurs, "should I be worried? No roughhousing today", a self indulgent chuckle

Kyoutani doesn't spare him a glance, looks at flicking lights coming from the screen: it's game night, even if they don't particularly enjoy football all sports are good enough to watch

It's not like he can really ignore Yahaba, with both legs underneath him as a makeshift pillow. Kyoutani can't fully ignore Yahaba when he can hear so much, feel feather like touch along his wrists and is actively using his lap to rest on; both feet up on the arm rest

It takes another squeeze at his bicep to make Kyoutani whip his head straight, annoyed to have so much sound around him; looking up at Yahaba "if you're so hungry-", staring back at such a smug face, "go hunt down someone"

It's not as easy as it sounds. Kyoutani only holds his arm invitingly, firm muscle sculped in the gym calling Yahaba's name.

eyes widening with mock innocence

Yahaba doesn't hunt, he humours Kyoutani

The soft mouthed bite almost tickles and the eye contact shrinks everything down again. Yahaba lets his eye darken, poke the skin gently

It takes only a couple of minutes for the noise to come back up, this time it's a complaint

"don't drool on me", tone pitched up as he uses his palm to push Yahaba's face away, saliva dripping on his shirt making him groan aloud, scowl and sit up abruptly. They nearly knock their heads together

Yahaba shoves his shoulder, "oh don't even!", smiling even wider, "cant handle spit and you call me a priss? How hypocritical"

"shut it"

"no fun in arguing if you don't put some effort in your comebacks", bottom lip jutting out in a pout, head cocking to the side

He pretends to be shocked when Kyoutani pats him roughly, "lay down, it's uncomfortable to have my arm up"

Sneaking his hand back on the wrist and dragging his teeth along kyoutani's shoulder; the couch too small to accommodate two people of their size laying down, so he presses himself against the couch and restraints from sinking down on soft flesh

His voice muffled, "you act cute and speak ugly", going to squeeze his waist instead

Kyoutani shakes his head, sighing

-

He's still pinned against a cold wall, the whole situation would've been nostalgically humours if Yahaba hadn't just sank his fangs down his shoulder

Blood dripping down to his chest, the other frantically wiping the missed liquid with his hands; whining when Kyoutani's shirt gets in the way

Slipping his palm under the hem instead of smudging what he can before it gets lost, trying to save it before everything dries

Yahaba doesn't know whether to be delighted or thoroughly annoyed he can't have it all in his mouth. All the liters of life essence

"don't-", stuttering out with a breathy sigh, fisting Yahaba's jacket, knitting his eyebrows together "don't rip my throat out"

And it's funny, he hasn't even touched his neck yet. Copper filling every crack of his body, curiosity when Kyoutani gulps down and there's a slight shake of his knees

"you're messy", the usual bluntness, no judgement, just an observation, doesn't shake him off. Yahaba takes it as a cue to leave him alone, popping out his happy place by licking the spot clean

Satisfied to see a slight trembling, Smothering kisses up to soothe

He has fun teasing, liking their whole dynamic "you taste angry" it's a lie, it's copper and iron and religion; a poem and joy, so close to his primal, animalistic form

Yahaba could spend ages trying to describe how addictive it all is but it's never enough, there's no enough words or time to get it right

He kisses his neck, then his cheek and then he presses a bloody finger on plush, pink lips

There's no reply, so he keeps going, "it's not a bad taste, try it", smiling fondly when Kyoutani flick his tongue to have a go

No change in expression, almost boredom

"it's blood"

"well no shit!"

Yahaba sighs in mild frustration, shamelessly plopping his fingertips in his mouth

Kyoutani let's his eyes trail down, following each movement close

It's hard to look away when the nails, neatly trimmed and always perfectly clean, show caked blood underneath. Is it weird to stare at your own blood on top of someone else's skin?

He doesn't push Yahaba away when he gives another kiss, letting himself touch the collar of his shirt instead

Kyoutani spits out what he was holding behind his throat, "it wasn't that painful", he frowns when Yahaba only hums an agreement

"im gentler than most", way too pleased at himself

"i love you greedy, Shigeru"

He gets the reaction he wanted, Yahaba pausing and straightening his back. Nose wrinkling at the words. "Don't call me greedy"

Kyoutani shrugs, "but you are", emphasizing his point by poking his chest, "you're spoiled and greedy-", bumping his head back on the wall "-keep biting me"

"hmm?"

"keep biting me", holding eye contact the best he can, "for at least a few hours, keep being messy and gross"

Voice stern, "I'm not gonna drain you out", not bkthered ny the jabs anymore. It's all true

It's not a bad finale, dying of overconsumption and blood loss. It's romantic and greedy and tragic. Over the top, sure, but why not?

Yahaba tries to find a sign of doubt, only finds determination

The hands that cradled his head are still stained crimson and ugly, picturesque. Gorgeously horrifying fangs and open mouth, a pant and drool

Not biting is hard when it's so intimate

Yahaba goes back to work, beaming, "this is how we die, then!"

[faerielotus]

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KYOUTANI x READER

tw : murder, violence, blood, gore, smut

You’re not surprised when he slides into bed without a word. Being talkative isn’t something that you’d associate with Kentaro, especially with it being so late. What’s surprising is the distance between the two of you. He’s close, but not close enough for you to turn over and face him, to hold him. It’s a strange new practice for him. A pattern you’ve seen repeating the last couple of days.

Nonetheless it still confuses you. You know he likes to touch you, feel that you’re there; the same as you. You enjoy the way he hooks his arm over your waist, holding you tight to his chest. The sound of him slightly out of breath when he first joins you in bed, most likely from shuffling up the stairs of your rickety apartment building. But most of all you enjoy the way he smells. He always manages to smell fresh, even when he was covered in sweat from moving in the sofa that was way too big for your living room, but that you insisted on buying; or another time when he came back home, holding a hoodie covered in red splotches. Even the metallic smell was overpowered by the smell of him ingrained into your apartment.

You love everything about the man beside you. That’s why it’s so strange to you. How you know he feels the same way, but is still so far away from you. His distance continues to plague your mind. That is until he sighs, not irritated but not relaxed. Yes, you find the whole predicament strange until he sighs, scoots closer to you and holds you tight, resting his head on your neck. That’s when you forget how strange it is, and start to think about him, how he feels, how he sounds, and how he smells.

You’ve been laughing for what feels like ten minutes. One joke from Matsuwaka growing into his own personal comedy show. You can’t hear anything else anybody’s saying. Not even the music from the back of the club thrumming through your body is truly reaching you. Your drink has almost fallen out of your hands more than once, quickly being saved by the brunette sitting besides you.

You finally calm down, taking a swig from your drink and inhaling a big breathe of air. You look over to Matsuwaka, readying yourself for his next barrage of wisecracks when you notice that he’s looking over you.

You turn around and see three tall men all maneuvering through the crowds of people towards the two of you. Their attire matches the clothes that Matsuwaka is wearing, a fancy, if not slightly disheveled suit. You take brief notice of the fact that their eyes are on you, or at least shifting between you and the man you were having a conversation with. Your eyes, however, are focused on only one of those men. With a buzzcut that’s been bleached blonde and a mean look on his face you feel like shying away. His tanned skin absorbs the colors of the club lights. Over his suit he’s wearing a clashing leather jacket and overall looks a bit mean.

You realize how long you’ve been staring when they get closer, and the blonde cocks his eyebrow at you. You turn back towards Matsuwaka and nurse your drink.

“Issei.” The brunette in the middle of the three men speaks up when they reach the bar.

“Oikawa.” Matsuwaka says in a drawn out fashion, almost teasing the man in front of him. “I was coming back, I just needed something to drink”

“We can see that!” A strawberry blonde on the side of Oikawa pipes up. He yells over the loud noises of the crowd while staring at you. “My names Hanamaki, but my pals call me Makki!” He’s leaning over now and holding out his hand for you to shake.

You take his hand and introduce yourself. He slowly drops his hand from yours and looks at Matsuwaka with a sly smirk on his face.

The atmosphere is laid back, but you can’t help but feel awkward stuck between these men in suits.

“I’m sorry if I stole him,” you start, looking up to Oikawa. “The both of us were waiting for our drinks when I started a conversation.” You brush a stray hair back, one that you missed with your bobby pin when rushing out the house to meet your friends.

He looks over to you with a smile. “You’re all fine sweetheart. This one right here is responsible for himself.” That got a laugh out of you, and the angry man standing by his side focused his eyes on you. “He’s still got some work to do though, so we’re gonna have to steal him back.”

“Come on, Oikawa, I can’t leave a girl like her on her own here.” Matsuwaka said, feigning a pout and grabbing your hand.

Oikawa dramatically sucked air through his teeth and sighed. “Yeah, you’re right about that.” Oikawa shifted on his foot and turned towards the cross blonde next to him. “Well, Kyoutani already did his job for the night,” he faced forward again and smiled “Why don’t you keep the pretty girl some company Kyo-kun.”

Kyoutani stared at you with a glare and you stared back, looking at him more closely. His scowl didn’t make him any less handsome. His face was strong and his skin was glowing underneath the light. He was lean, but you could tell that underneath his suit he was toned. You looked back over to Matsuwaka who had an incredulous look on his face.

“‘Kawa, you know that’s not what I meant man.”

Oikawa’s grin widened even more. “Kyo-kun take Matsuwaka’s seat for me.” On the side of Oikawa, Makki snickered and hid his face in his elbow.

Matsuwaka grumbled as he shifted out of his seat. Kyoutani dropped himself onto it and motioned for the bartender.

“We’ll see you later Kyo-kun.” Oikawa said as he and the rest of the men walked off, arm draped over Matsuwaka’s shoulder.

You turned your body towards the bar, but kept your head facing the man beside you. Ignoring his rough look you were somewhat entranced by him. Everything from his appearance to his smell was strangely attractive to you. He started to order a drink when he looked to you.

“Do you want another?” He motioned to your drink, still with a glare on his face. You nodded with a smile and he finished ordering.

You asked him a couple of questions, mainly about Matsuwaka, how they met, their friend group, but also about him. That seemed to loosen him up enough for his brows to relax.

“And you?” He asked as the bartender set your drinks in front of you both.

“What questions are you asking me?” You said with a dopey smile.

“Anything.” He responded after taking a second to gulp his drink. His short answers made you realize how little interest he has. No, not that, how little he likes to talk. He seemed engaged even with his limited amount of interactions. That, like so many of his other qualities attracted you.

“Well,” you started, leaning your elbow on the bartop. “I think you’re hot.” You tilted your head, resting your hand on his knee.

You saw him take a small gulp and you laughed at that. He stared at his drink until he picked it up and downed the rest. He swallowed and turned to look at you again.

“Yeah?” That was the first time you saw him smile.

You wonder if you really got everything you needed. You didn’t want to head back to the store for something small. Thinking about calling Kentaro to check the kitchen, you decided to brush the idea off, remembering he left earlier that morning.

You sighed, shifting and moving your grocery bags around in your arms. You felt like you haven’t talked to him in so long, the last form of contact between you too being a kiss on your forehead as he slid out of bed. You made your way into the lobby of your apartment and up the stairs. You couldn’t tell why he was acting the way he was. You just knew that something was wrong.

Just like how you knew something was wrong when you opened the door to your shared apartment to see clothes caked in blood on the floor. You couldn’t feel your bags dropping from your hold. All you felt was fear. It doesn’t take much time for you to run into your bedroom at all.

What takes time is your realization. The realization that Kentaro’s completely fine. Wearing black joggers with his shirt stripped off, a towel hanging off his shoulder, he turns to look at you. He has a cut on his lip, but his face has no emotion. He just keeps staring at you, not a single word passing between you too.

You look down. “What happened Ken.” You look back towards the living room, motioning towards his discarded pile of clothes, already seeping into the carpet. “What happened to you.” You turned back to him taking a couple steps forward.

“Nothing.” He says turning back around, back facing you. “Some asshole had too much to say at a meeting.”

You weren’t sure what type of work Kentaro and his friends were in, but the past couple of years gave you some insight as to how violent it could be. “Kentaro,” you said demandingly. “Your clothes are soaked in blood.” You finally got close enough to him to turn him around and you noted how tense he was.

He stared down at you, this time you could see something in his face. “Are you scared of me?” He whispered.

You were taken aback, but kept your hand on his shoulder and the other on his face. “No,” you turned your head at him and frowned. “Why would you think that.”

He takes a breath, whether it’s relief or him trying to compose himself you can’t tell. He pulls your hands from him and pulls you into an embrace, inhaling your scent.

“Not important,” he finally says, toying with the bottom of your shirt. “Just help me real quick.” He kisses you, beginning to lift the bottom of your shirt, you’re distracted from the look on his face.

You can’t think about how scared he looked when he’s fumbling with your bra, grunting into your neck when you reach down to pull his sweats off.

You can’t think of anything else except the way he’s touching you, and the fresh scent coming off of him from washing off the grime and blood of a tough day.

You didn’t think you were going to go

home with the indifferent man who sat beside you for half a night, but you couldn’t deny the strong feeling of euphoria from between your legs as Kentaro slammed his hips against yours.

He grunted as he lifted your legs over his and lowered himself closer to your face, hands intertwined with yours. He moved his lips against yours and you moaned. He cursed and pulled away, biting your lip in the process.

He moved his hand down your body and you mewled, thrusting against him.

“Fuck!” He shouted, touching you, and dipping his head. You grabbed his shoulder with your free hand, trying to urge him closer. “You want me, baby?” you nodded, squinting your eyes closed and moaning. “Yeah, you want me.”

He moved his hand from you, up your body, resting on your breast for a moment, before he harshly gripped your throat. “Kyo-” you tried to say, but were overpowered by his strength and the urge to moan.

You arched your back, still trying to get closer to him. He finally caught on to the way you were flexing, and kissed you hard. He continued to pump himself in and out of you, taking time to grind into you causing you to release cut-off moans and gasps.

“Come on, baby, cum for me.” He tightened his grip on your throat, dragging his face along your neck and thrusting harder. He pushes you closer and you squeezed his hand, shaking and squeezing his cock.

“Kyo…tani” you croak, but he’s not listening, he’s pounding into you harder, holding you tighter, and now kissing you rougher.

He was close to losing control, almost crushing you with his strength, but he held back. He held back until he came, cumming inside of you and growling into your ear.

You both were out of breath but he continued thrusting into you. It took a moment for him to settle down, releasing his tight grip on you and collapsing on top of you. He rolled to the side and held you, tucking his face into your neck, taking big breaths.

You were tired and still catching your breath when you thanked yourself for going out tonight.

He gripped you tighter, kissing your neck.

He murmured. “You smell good.”

You sat still, tears slowly running down your face as the recent events of the day replayed through your mind.

Kyoutani stood in front of the counter, in between your legs, drying your washed face with a towel, and trying his best to avoid your blooming bruises and aching cuts.

You know he’s thinking the same thing as you. Probably thinking about how he bashed in the head of the man who cornered you during an afternoon outing with his friends. He was probably thinking about how scared you looked when he saw the dickhead from earlier that week groping you. You know he was thinking about if you were okay when the asshole started getting rough when you tried brushing past him.

Kyoutani set the towel down and sighed. He reached for you and you shied away. He ignored it and held your face in his hands.

“I killed for you.” He said. Staring you in the eyes and assessing the damage done to your face. You didn’t say anything and more tears rolled down your face. He tilted his head and took a moment to really look at you.

You thought about his question from a couple days ago. The fear in his eyes when he asked it. His bloodied clothes, now tossed away, probably living in some dump. Your assailant, and his bandaged body and furious face.

“He had it coming for a long time. He kept messing with me and my boys.” You couldn’t tell what he was trying to say to you. Was he trying to explain his actions, soothe you? Was he trying to convince you that his murderous rage was an outcome of the dead man’s actions and not his own violent tendencies? You didn’t care.

All that you knew was that you were scared. You were scared of your boyfriend. You loved him, but he terrified you. You started to sob. Wails escaping you as you replayed the moment when he repeatedly threw the head of the random man against a brick wall, not stopping until his skull was shattered, spilling out his most vital organ onto the pavement you both stood on.

Kyoutani didn’t try to hug you. He didn’t try to comfort you. Not even in that traumatic moment. He just picked you up and walked away, leaving his friends to clean the mess.

Kyoutani was never good at talking. Not even now. He just kept staring at you. “Are you scared of me?” He said, reaching for your face.

He didn’t look afraid this time. He looked tired, and serious. He looked like he already knew the answer and was just asking to ask.

You still didn’t say anything. Your hiccuping cries were enough of an answer for him.

He sighed and picked you up, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He laid you down onto the bed and after taking a moment to undress joined you. He hovered over you as you continued crying.

“I can still smell that dickhead’s cologne on you.” You didn’t know what to say to that either, you just kept still underneath him. He reached for the buttons on your dress and you stayed still.

You realized he was trying to get the smell off of you. He was almost scared of it.

The same way you were scared of the way he smelled. Not the fresh scent that you adored, but the metallic and almost deathly smell of blood.

This was my first fic!! I originally posted it on my other account, but I made that my personal blog. I also posted it on AO3 under Faerie_Lotus. Please please please!! Tell me what you guys think 「(°ヘ°)

[fruityclown19]

I dig the grunge

(Or yahaba checking kyoutani out in the middle of a grocery store :D)

Yahaba would never admit that he found the grunge aesthetic very attractive. He didn’t know why he found it attractive himself. Maybe he just had a thing for guys who dress like bad boys, but he would never admit that.. at least not out loud

Standing a couple feet away from him in the freaking CEREAL ISLE! The cereal isle of all places! Stood kyoutani in the most decked out grunge outfit in existence. Yahaba couldn’t help but stare. Because Yahaba had never seen Kyoutani in anything other than his school uniform, practicing clothes, or his jersey (which Kyoutani pulled off very well in Yahaba’s eyes.) but never once did Yahaba see how Kyoutani ACTUALLY dressed outside of school and volleyball

Now Yahaba will admit that he always found Kyoutani attractive. Like if you were to ask him if he would date Kyoutani he’d say yes. But seeing Kyoutani here, in public, dressing up in something other than his school apparel. Yahaba knew he was in trouble-

It wasn’t even a complicated outfit! He wore a baggy black t-shirt to which Yahaba assumed has some type of design on the front, he had baggy dark blue jeans that went over his black converse. And there were a couple chains hanging from most likely a belt, but the shirt covered it. the thing Yahaba noticed instantly though, was the amount of jewelry this man had on.

One rule in volleyball that everyone knows even if you don’t play, is that you can’t have a ton of jewelry on while playing. Specifically your hands and wrist. Necklaces are 50/50 depending on the arena your in and what they prefer. Earrings were okay as long as they weren’t dangles and were secure. So naturally kyoutani only ever wore earrings since he had his ears pierced, but that’s was it. But yahaba now knew that as soon as kyoutani wasn’t playing volleyball he went all out

his hands were covered with silver rings and his wrist were filled with bracelets, he was wearing at least 3 silver necklaces. Which yahaba thought was a little over kill but he didn’t mind. He wasn’t wearing dangle earrings but he still had black studs in

So yeah-

Yahaba found himself checking kyoutani out in the middle of the stores cereal isle.. who knew?

(Pt.2 where kyoutani is checking yahaba out in said grocery store??)

[abbstersfics]

Flufftober Day Fifteen

Kyotani goes over to see Yahaba because his washing machine broke

Prompt: Laundry

[taintedtort]

"i think i’m in love with you," kyotani blurts, not being able to hold the words in any longer. he’s blunt, he always has been, he always says what he’s thinking. well… unless you’re involved, you get him all tongue tied and soft. he hates it. for the longest time he didn’t know why you made him feel like this, but finally he came to the conclusion that he likes you, loves you, even.

your constant babbles and attempts to befriend him got on his nerves at first, but you stuck around. you kept trying even after he pushed you away and said mean things. you’re always the one that sticks by him and stands up for him, even when he’s done something wrong.

he hates feeling vulnerable or anything similar to it, so he took a while to finally accept that he has feelings for you. he wasn’t gonna say anything at first… but the words just came out, he said them without really thinking. he shakes himself out of his thoughts, waiting for your reaction with narrowed eyes.

you‘re silent for a couple seconds, just staring at him in… shock? surprise? disgust? he isn’t sure. he really hopes it isn’t the last one though.

"what?" finally comes your reply, your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. his heart immediately drops. he really messed things up. he mentally curses himself, feeling stupid for letting the confession slip out.

"i— nothing, i just thought… you felt the same. never mind, forget it," he shakes his head, his words a bit bitter. had he read you wrong? everyone on the team always tells him you obviously have a crush on him. he brushed it off for a while, but he’d held onto the hope… till now. he feels so stupid—

"no! i mean— yes! i do!" you suddenly blurt, your hand shooting out to grab his shoulder, forcing his attention back on you and pulling him out of his thoughts. "i just didn’t expect you to say that, i’m sorry," you apologize, feeling rude for your delayed reaction.

he stands stunned for a moment, not really sure what else to say. you like him back, that’s good… now what? a kiss feels like too much, too soon. he did just confess that he’s in love with you though… that was probably too soon.

"kyotani?" you say, pulling him out of his thoughts once again. he’d been staring dumbly for several seconds, and suddenly you’re much closer than before, your hand still on his shoulder.

"go on a date with me," he states, not even asking. when he wants something, he just takes it.

he watches once again as your eyebrows go up in surprise, but a smile quickly forms on your face. god, he loves your smile, he always has.

"okay, sure." ♡

☆ i love him, but no one really writes for him!! figured i would, hopefully some other kyotani lovers see this ^^ (i wasn’t sure how to end this, can you tell? lol)

[chaos-writes-fanfiction]

Hi there, it's been a really long time since I've posted anything, but I'm planning on dusting off this old blog and working on my wips that have been sitting in my docs unattended for a few years

[dottie-writes-haikyuu]

Aftermath

This is chapter 9 of my fic Not Everyone Survives (But I will do the Best I Can). Tags and other chapters can be found here!

No summary this chapter lol

Kyoutani hadn’t spoken a word since Yuuji died.

Honestly, Hajime had been kind of grateful when the blonde had yelled at Bokuto, even though it was a shitty thing to do, because it had been something.

But after that, he hadn’t said anything.

The night they got back, they took anything that could be used as a weapon from Kyoutani’s room, and Oikawa announced that the man wouldn’t be going on any missions for the next…undefined stretch of time. He was almost constantly under supervision, and he stayed in his room most of the time.

Hajime was…worried, to say the least. But he figured the man would get better eventually.

He hoped so.

—

He didn’t want anything else to do with anything. He didn’t want anything to do with living, itself.

They were smart to take away his things. Even smarter to ban him from missions.

If he could open his mouth to speak, he’d probably beg Hajime to kill him. But he couldn’t muster up the energy.

He couldn’t muster up the energy to do anything but lay in bed and stare at his ceiling. The first week, his heart felt like it was going to eat him from the inside out.

Hajime and Tooru wouldn’t leave him alone, though. They were worried.

Maybe they should be.

This wasn’t fucking fair. It should’ve been Bokuto.

Or maybe it should’ve been him. But since it wasn’t, this was his punishment.

The words of his mother echoed in his head, clear as day, and it was what dragged him through the dirt day after day.

“Life is unfair. Kill yourself or get over it.”

The ceiling for who knew how long. Hajime talking to him with worry clear in his tone, Hanamaki or Matsukawa trying, too. Tooru popping in to bring him something and spend some time with him.

It would probably have helped ease the hurt if it didn’t make it swell more and more.

He didn’t know how much time had passed. Eventually, though, the fighting started. Hajime would walk out and Tooru would mumble something. Iwaizumi would reply incredulously, and Oikawa would get defensive. They’d get angry, whisper-yell at each other, then one would start to cry, and the other would soothe them and walk them away from his room.

Life is unfair. Kill yourself or get over it.

If he only got the option, he knew what he would pick. But maybe he was already dead.

He felt like it, anyway.

“Your hair has grown out some,” Hajime noted. “Do, um…I could cut it for you, again.”

The offer was gentle. More gentle than his big brother normally was towards anyone.

He simply looked at him. He wouldn’t mind either way. He would hardly count himself as being in his body.

“Just, promise me you won’t take the razor and try to do anything, please?”

He tried to nod, but he hardly had the energy to.

“I trust you,” the brunette said after a few moments, and then came back with an electric razor. The brute made small talk as he worked on Kyoutani’s hair.

“You know, I love you,” Iwa murmured. “You’re a good kid. Anyways, what do you think of your hair? I did the sides a bit different, but I think they look cool.”

He was turned to face the mirror in the corner. His hair was shorter than normal, and there were tiny stars shaved into the sides. It looked nice.

His face gave the barest of twitches, but it made Hajime light up. He couldn’t fathom why. The brunette hugged him, those biceps flexing with how tightly.

“We’re gonna be okay, Kyou. I don’t know how, but we will. That’s a promise.”

Hajime didn’t break promises.

If only he could believe it.

—

Koutarou was off of bed rest in a few weeks, and they quickly discovered that the wounds on his arms wouldn’t stop bleeding. Ever. Which fucking sucked.

He couldn’t sleep without a gun, most nights. And he couldn’t even think about sleeping without doing three patrols around the base. Keiji couldn’t leave his side for too long without getting anxious, either.

But it was okay.

They were getting over it, he figured.

But then again, nothing could stay okay forever, could it?

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[yvette-tal]

Kyoutani is shaken awake by you in the middle of the night, grunting quietly as he blinked his eyes tiredly at you in the darkness of his room.

“K-Kentarou…” You whimper softly, clearly on the verge of crying if you weren’t already.

He pulls you closer, practically enough to suffocate you under his body weight, in attempt to comfort you. He had definitely panicked about you possibly crying—he could NOT see you at all lmao so he wasn’t totally sure that you were crying—but he knew he just wanted you to feel better, trying to ignore that this was the first time you’d called him by his first name.

“had a nightmare..” You say quietly from under him, your hands on his waist as you nestled your face in his neck, already greatly calmed by the hug and weight of your boyfriend.

“It’s alright..” Kyoutani whispered back, kissing the top of your head “I’m right here.”

[eerycurlew53]

KyouKage cat dads pt 2

I think they’d be accidental cat dads though. Like sure, they liked cats, but they’ve never really had to look after one, so when Kyoutani comes across this scruffy little flea ridden kitten on the street, his heart melts but he has no idea what to do either. And for some reason, he shows Kageyama, to see if he knows what to do. Spoiler alert, he doesn’t, and becomes very skittish around this tiny creature who’s somewhat feral and hisses and spits at the two, because it’s absolutely terrified. Kyoutani names it TJ, after Kageyama, because with looks just like him, who objects. But it’s already too late and that’s it’s name now.

[navsstuff]

GUESS WHO UPDATED THEIR KYOUHABA FIC? ME! I DID!! It's been almost 2 weeks Sheesh but at least it was a good 4k

I don't usually post my writing on here but why not?

The kyoutani/Yahaba tag has been filled with crack fics or they're just background characters. that's so shitty, so I'll do it myself

[dakato]

Took part in a Sendai Frogs Big Bang event on Twitter a few months back and had an absolute blast!! You can find the fic here and moon's accompanying art here

[fruityclown19]

Fic writers..

I’m desperate..

Can someone write a Kyouhaba vampire AU fanfic, yahaba being the vampire in this case

I do not care what the plot line is I’m just desperate, I would do it myself but I’m still working on my Ushiten one-