#kageyama brothers too but barely

[biskiko]

Silly stuff from a couple years ago

[dafry]

*Coughs and clears throat* Well...

Why in the world did i draw a very obscure/almost non existent crossover you ask? Because EXACTLY that- it deserves more content and i fully support this idea because it's very interesting and wholesome- (also i owe a friend some drawings so yeah also that XD)

So have some Ninten and Mob doodles! :3

We have some sleepy Mob and Ninten cuddles ^-^

Mob teaching Ninten how to use his powers :)

Ninten first successful exorcism-! :D

And Ninten defending Mob because i want an excuse to draw Ninten using his shield even though Mob probably could've handled it just fine alone- XD (but Ninten wouldn't know that- i mean, Mob doesn't even always stand up for himself so.)

And now have a short comic that i could've polished the lines and shading better but i was too lazy to go back through so, take it or leave it folks

Anyway that's all for now! Probably will be on an art spree soon because tomorrow I'm definitely posting something and also maybe the day after that- no promises but i will try my gosh darn best! (Hoping nothing gets in the way of my plans-)

Also- I beg someone make a fanfic of them- PLEASE THERE'S SO MUCH POTENTIAL-!

[sweetheartsaku]

—HAIKYU!! various ; how deep is your love?

a/n ; [gn!reader] kinda fem implied in kawa's and kuroo's 😓 do yall like the new layout?? c: suggestive if you squint extremely hard in kuroo's .. i honestly dont know if im writing this timeskip or pre timeskip its 3am 😣

— characters : oikawa, osamu, tsukishima, hinata, sakusa, kuroo

part 2 ! ♡ akaashi, kenma, kita, semi, kageyama, suna

jade vine !

tooru oikawa ; SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE - tyler the creator, brent faiyaz, fana huez

has 'i love you' wars and he MUST win or he will tackle you (affectionate)

takes the BEST candid photos of you and puts so much love into the following insta post. has you as his wallpaper too (please match with him) (he'd also have a highlight just w pics of you😞)

please NEVER do that 'wipe their kiss off' trend because he will actually not talk to you for DAYS and gets all sulky until you apologize. (he will get all cocky all over again)

core memory from his teamates. bae was explaining to his teamates about new volley nerd talk blablabla and they notice his nails painted in a faint pink (for a fun date night, thinking no one will notice)

issei BURSTS out laughing and instantly points it out. now seijoh4 NEVER lets him live it down

always the first person to notice when you use a new shampoo or perfume.

cuddling, (you being the little spoon╰(*´︶`*)╯♡) you can feel his breath hitch when his lips reach your neck

before you could ask why he's stopped inching closer he's already manages to whisper out, "did you start using a new shampoo?" yes. yes you have

do his skincare with him please ! he loves it. he loves when he places you on the bathroom counter and you wrap your legs around his waist, he loves when you're so gentle with the toner, he loves when you graze your delicate fingers over his beautiful long lashes, he loves when you make sure you don't cut him when snipping the face mask so it fits a little more snug, EVERYTHING. (he is sunoo coded)

osamu miya ; good looking - suki waterhouse

loves your tummy SO much. doesn't care about shape or form, he just likes the feeling that you're being fed. squish. or pat. he loves it. have i mentioned he loves your tummy?

when his dad leave the twins at home its always osamu at the stove, please keep atsumu in a 5 mile radius AWAY from the kitchen

SPOON FEEDS YOU. please i need him. on days you're too tired to move a muscle, days where you're too sick to open your eyes, be prepared to feel his hand on the back of your head and one below your chin ready to feed you!! once you've sat yourself up he feeds you so gently... osamu miya i need you

when you're really tired from work, he will send meals to your workplace. if you work at home and sees you barely able to keep an eye open, you will see his hand under a spoon of your favourite meal. he's not the best with it, but he's trying 🥹 he means it with all his heart and hearing you say the food is really warm in your stomach, his heart feels warm too (о´∀`о)

my mans is SNATCHED. slide your hands around his waist, poke it a little do WHATEVER. your hands have probably been on his waist more than his hands on yours.

i think his core is pretty well built. have we seen it in the anime or manga? maybe. but from what i've seen, his physique is very 😳 (a tad bit better than his brother's i fear)

cooking together!!! different recipes each date, basking in each other's presence. its always so fun and the results are always almost flawless!

at one-point y'all were making cupcakes, it was literally osamu baking them and you decorated it.

AND OBVIOUSLY the basic, he would routinely give you handmade onigiri, in different shapes, flavours and whatever you like ✨

kei tsukishima ; the only exception - paramore

kinda scowls at you when you put your hands under his shirt but secretly really loves it so when you slither your hands away he instantly places your hands back and make sure your hands STAY there. bonus points if you have warm body temperature. he likes the feeling of your warm hands on his slightly colder body.

his wardrobe has drastically evolved from muted tones to slightly lighter and vibrant clothing ever since you insisted on getting matching stuff!!

WILL say he is not a jewellery person but collects, keeps and takes care of all the little trinkets you give him DAILY. he has a little sticker on the edge of one of his books and a little moon sticker on the end piece of his sports glasses

he also defineitely has really thick curly blond lashes. you say they are one of his charming points but he gets all flustered. when you insist to put clear mascara on them, he doesn't really look like he has a problem with it 🥹

what could his ahh possibly be listening to with those headphones on so often (real)

sends you playlists at an insane hour that go for insane amounts of time. but i KNOW his taste is immaculate. every song always gives you goosebumps or makes your heart tighten

please do a spotify blend with him (he was gonna ask you, but you beat him to it)(he was shy)

oh AND the shared playlists actually are insane!! so much good music all at once?? crazy yall 😭😭 (wave to earth, cody fry, the smiths, daniel caesar, rex orange county)

shoyo hinata ; intro (end of the world) - ariana grande

honestly, out of all these men HINATA SHOYO is the BEST candidate for taking care of a person except himself. has no limits in his stamina, and will only listen to you when you ask him maybe its time for a break. does he overwork? not necessarily. does he work too hard? yes, in a positive way. please remind him to eat because he will forget sometimes

he will NEVER admit he likes being the little spoon LMAO he finds being vunerable in your arms a tad bit silly, and it bugs him. after a long week of practice games and insisting kageyama and yachi to practice with him the instant he falls on the bed, he finds himself melting into your touch. your voice gets a little more buttery and he loves it, falling asleep instantly

hes probably a hard sleeper too 😭 he wont wake up till he feels your cold hands on his face or the sunbeams from the curtain literally bleed into the sheets and steal its colour

PLEASE STROKE HIS HAIR. he loves it. he absolutely loves it. again, melts into your touch like ice-cream. his heart will feel tight and he has a lil' blush 🥹 whats even more priceless is his lips slightly agape after hes fallen asleep... how can you NOT love this man

one of the only boys on this list who will LET you put little pink bows or style his hair in braids and clips. (if you're imagining timeskip hinata, you have attempted to put a little bow around his bicep but you underestimated its size and it BROKE. gosh what an experience)

DANCES WITH YOU EVERYWHERE!!! omg i love him so much. doesn't care if you have two left feet, he just loves the feeling in his heart when he sees your smile as he spins you around. in the rain, in big empty rooms, in the kitchen, anywhere.

loves the idea of promise rings or little trinkets that ensure he gets to have you forever!!

kiyoomi sakusa ; washing machine - VANISHING GIRL, rosemary fairweather

PLEASE braid this man's hair. 😞 he pretends to despise it and thinks you don't notice when he literally melts under your touch. he feels safe 'nd comfy and hopes it lasts forever, when your hand retracts he has a lil' pout

notices when you've been wearing your favourite hood for a couple days straight, has a little scowl under his mask and throws one of his jackets at you. he only gives you the wind-breakers that are 100% cotton or the ones he just knows you like.

he uses this as an excuse to share his clothes with you. its safe to assume its his love language under-cover!

HE IS SO ASS WITH PDA all you get is him giving you hand sanitizer before eating meals or snacks. its only you though, don't tell him that.

BUT sometimes when he feels like it, he will take your hand and put it HIS pocket so "your hands are always sheltered from germs" now what type of bs is THAT. (you love this bs)

can be snarky. sometimes he gets the slightest eenie meenie miniest bit cocky, and its very noticable. has the ability to be a little bit of a tease but not in a pestering way more like a little smartass way LMAO.

tetsuro kuroo ; never lose me - flo milli

always has his hand in the back pocket of your pants. that was it. thank you for coming to my ted talk. (to feel your butt? no idea.)

tutor sessions always unbearable. either you're too busy staring at his biceps, or you're sighing that he's made a little pop quiz for you!! tell him it sucks please

if he notices it gets a bit too much or overwhelming for you over the week or before study dates, insists to take you out instead (what a gentleman!! kuroo tetsuro come into my life)

extremely consistent with routine. good morning and good night text DAILY no matter how busy he is, he WILL find a way (i like to think its his way or the high way #kingofprovocation /hj). very good at getting the things he wants in a non-manipulative way but with simply logic and brains

yeah as captain hes no. #1 but he is also no. #1 waist CLUTCHER. his hands are always on you somehow even in the slightest way, but never pervy. he just likes having his hands on you! bonus points if you have hip dips, he loves it so much. he finds it as a perfect spot to place his hands on (btw ppl w hipdips yall are BEAUTIFUL!! 🥹)

i feel as he has a possessive side as well. small, but more noticable compared to someone else. will not hesitate to stare someone (or recite chemistry nerd stuff 🙁) down for looking at you a little too long :3

when he sees you post or sees himself in your instagram or tiktok dumps, his heart tightens a bit in the best way possible. when you mention him in the post he only reacts with a heart but he's actually going insane

[haikyu-mp4]

Fan behaviour

word count; 2898 – f!reader, manga spoilers

Hoshiumi was looking for the right entrance at nationals when he saw you for the first time. You were dashingly beautiful and looking frankly a bit lost. His stare shamelessly settled on you, already memorising your pretty features. Weirdly enough, they seemed somewhat familiar.

You must have felt the burning stare, eyes finally meeting his and just barely startling him. He opened his mouth, about to make some smart comment that would be one of his first attempts at flirting, but he wasn’t given the chance. “Hoshiumi Korai,” you said, crossing your arms. You were interesting and spoke confidently. He watched in awe as a small smile fell on your face. She knows me?

“Have we met?” he asked, sounding annoyed even if he didn’t mean to. He wished he knew your name too, if only so that you wouldn’t have the upper hand on the conversation.

“They say you’re the new little giant,” you say, stepping closer slowly and not exactly answering him. As you came closer, Korai could see that you were slightly taller than him.

“So you’re a fan.” he teased, raising his chin as if it made him taller.

“You might face Karasuno on the court soon, I’d rather you see me as competition,” you say, not backing up and sticking to your sweet, bordering on smug, smile.

“Karasuno… Then I look forward to beating you,” he said, already knowing that it was a match he was dying to play. No less now that the mystery girl was involved.

“Good luck.”

Unfortunately, Kamomedai defeated Karasuno after Hinata was benched with a fever. You almost felt out of breath watching Hoshiumi call out to Hinata that he would be waiting for him as the little tangerine was escorted off the court. Hoshiumi’s stature and voice had you wrapped around his finger from the sidelines.

Korai celebrated with his teammates after their win, and he was only spared a few three seconds to meet your eyes through the crowd before getting scooped up in celebrations again. You had more important things to do anyway, like support your younger brother through his first loss of the season.

You two didn’t see Hoshiumi much for your third year. You came to cheer for some of Tobio’s games when they got to nationals again and purposefully looked for the white-haired boy but didn’t find yourself lucky. Sometimes you wondered if he looked for you too and the two of you just missed each other. Then it was off to university, leaving that silly crush behind.

Kageyama Tobio, your younger brother by one year, told you about Hoshiumi Korai when he went to the All-Japan training camp in his first year. You simply had to research this guy who thought he was all that. There wasn’t much to find, he didn’t enjoy interviews, but that’s how you knew his name when you two first met. Tobio had called you in the evening one day while at the camp, saying that some guys were trying to pick fights with him even though he couldn’t quite understand it. You adored your clueless brother and just told him to keep being himself and make the most out of his time there. His skillset would speak for itself. He eventually left the camp with a good experience and new inspiration, and you welcomed him home to hear him talk about what the floor was made of. However, your mind kept going back to this little guy with white hair that made Tobio think that Hinata could fly even higher. If you hadn’t been so distracted by that, maybe you would have noticed how bothered Tobio was with Atsumu’s comment about his playstyle.

When said dear little brother got accepted to join the Schweiden Adlers, you were thrilled! Not just because it was a team you used to watch on television, but because that also happened to be where Hoshiumi ended up. Call it silly, but your little crush on him hadn’t exactly worn off as he just got a bit taller and more handsome every year. He was eventually forced to start doing some interviews, and who could blame you for watching them? It’s not fan behaviour, you just.. like.. him?

It might be impossible to believe, but you finally met him again without meaning to. You barely let Tobio open his front door before pushing your way inside, a huge bowl of food that your older sister made you bring from her place settled in your arms. “Tobio, hii. Miwa told me to bring you some food so I’ll just stuff this in the fridge,” you rambled as you toed off your shoes and strolled into his living room. “Oh.. sorry…”

There sat Tobio’s new friends, Hoshiumi and Ushijima. Your brother came up beside you and complained about you just walking in as if you lived in his apartment, so you fired back by complaining about his ungratefulness. Poor visitors didn’t know what they should do and ended up just awkwardly waiting for you two to stop bickering. Ushiwaka tried to share a look with Hoshiumi, but the shorter man was stuck looking at you with his mouth slightly open in awe.

“Well if it isn’t my greatest competitor.” he interrupted, leaning forward in his seat with an incredibly charming, lop-sided grin.

And as you and Kageyama both faced him with incredulous looks that were nearly identical, it clicked. They’re siblings. Tobio had no idea what his teammate was talking about, but you finally fell into a smile at the fond memory, tucking some hair behind your ear. “Little giant, you remember me?”

“How could I forget that sweet look of defeat when we beat you.” he countered, standing up even though there was a whole coffee table between you two. Let’s just say he never worked on his flirting techniques as much as his volleyball techniques. Kageyama watched with a frown but didn’t want to interrupt Korai.

You handed the food over to your brother before rolling up your sleeves like you were squaring up, squinting at the white-haired man for a moment before acknowledging the other one as well. “Sorry, hi. Kageyama y/n, nice to finally meet you,” you said calmly, bowing to Ushiwaka who sharply bowed back with a short answer of his name and a greeting.

Tobio walked to the kitchen to put away the food while you turned your attention back to the shortest man. Hoshiumi hadn’t heard your name before, but now he quite liked it. Like he couldn’t wait for it to roll off his tongue.

“You should come to our game next week.” Hoshiumi blurted out confidently, sitting back down in his seat and glancing to his side where there was space for you to sit down. Not that he dared to ask if you were staying.

“Right, I brought your ticket,” Tobio mumbled, as if suddenly remembering that he had invited you to that one too. You were still quite interested in the sport, helping Tobio practice when you weren’t out with your own friends while growing up. “Here.”

“Thanks,” you said while putting your shoes back on. You playfully ruffled your brother’s hair before waving at the rest of the crowd, letting your eyes linger for a second longer on Korai. “I’ll be there as your fan this time, play well,” you said before leaving so none of the men could see the light blush that covered your cheeks. Hoshiumi was left feeling breathless from the interaction. When you know, you know.

The visit became rather short as you had to move on with other errands, but now you had something exciting to tell your friends while sitting down for coffee tomorrow.

Game day arrived and you put on some of the Adlers merch that Tobio got you before heading to the stadium. You went with Hinata and the two of you enjoyed catching up in the best seats, ready for the teams to come out and play. You sent a couple of snaps of the crowd to your brother as well as a couple of selfies with his friend, hoping to hype him up and show him where your seats were. The number on your shirt said 16, which you just assumed was Tobio’s number since he was the one you should be cheering on, but Hinata had given it a curious look when he sat down. He didn’t know you were so close to Hoshiumi but he didn’t want to intrude and ask.

The game started and everyone around you quickly learnt that you and Hinata could make up a whole cheering squad on your own. Whenever there was anything you could react to, you two would be on your feet and cheering or booing the loudest out of everyone. After a particularly nice kill from Hoshiumi, set up by Tobio, you pointed to the white-haired man and yelled with joy. “Nice kill, little giant!”

Hoshiumi looked at you in surprised glee that suddenly turned into a shock that he had to quickly shake off so they could continue the game. His eyes had gone from your face down to your shirt before he quickly turned away, making you finally sit down and rethink your life choices.

“This is Hoshiumi’s number, huh?” you asked Hinata rhetorically, already feeling the embarrassment and planning out how to destroy the one who gave it to you. You finally noticed the number on the original owner’s shirt and covered your red face with your hands. Now you certainly looked like a fan.

After the match, you and Hinata made your way down and to the back, showing VIP passes to the guards so you could wait in the closest hallway outside the locker rooms. The two of you had gotten into the hype again after your embarrassment and were now on cloud nine after the win. Both reenacting your favourite moments and talking over each other.

Hoshiumi found you very beautiful the first time you two crossed paths, and that never changed. He got so flustered seeing you with his number, but it also boosted his morale for sure. Tobio smirked sideways at him when they were changing, finding himself pretty clever. And it only got better when Ushijima got involved.

“Are you and Kageyama’s sister romantically involved, Hoshiumi?” he asked, ever so formal and making Kageyama crack up. The shortest boy was sputtering in disbelief, face tomato red.

“No! We’re not!” he denied as if the thought hadn’t crossed his mind. It had.

“Oh. Okay.”

When they exited the locker rooms, Hoshiumi and Kageyama found you and Hinata outside, excitedly jumping around and not seeming to notice anyone outside your bubble. Hoshiumi felt this old pride bubble in his stomach, wondering how tall Hinata had gotten now and if you ever went to a black jackals game with his number on your shirt.

So he cleared his throat, making you quickly turn around, flustered by how you could suddenly see his face up close. He was thinking the same thing, and the other two guys were in disbelief at how neither of you decided to start the conversation.

“Nice jersey, y/n.” your brother teased childishly, making you move your stare to glare at him.

“You-“ you started saying before jumping at him and pulling his hair angrily. That was always the best way to get him to surrender his towering height so you could rub the top of his head until he gave up. The older sibling always wins.

“Let go! You said you were a fan so I got you his jersey!” he complained, embarrassed that some more teammates might see this. You did as he asked, dusting your hands off and stepping back beside Hinata. Hoshiumi found you entertaining and even chuckled a little, finally out of the stupor your pretty face left him in earlier.

“I am flattered,” Korai said, making you look back at him and trying to contain your blush. Now he’s all cocky about it, and you wish you didn’t find it so attractive. “Truly.”

“Careful or I’ll beat you up just the same,” you mumbled, biting back a smile. Now, you might think all Hoshiumi could see in that sentence was a challenge, but he was already trying to win another competition.

“I bet you’d look good doing that too,” he said cheekily, cheering on the inside when you turned away first and started walking towards the exit. That’s a win.

“Are we going out to eat or not?”

After getting out into fresh air, you cooled off from your flustered state and fell into more normal conversation. The atmosphere was nice and mostly filled with friendly bickering, but only the two in question seemed to notice their eyes drifting to each other every so often when Hinata and Kageyama were busy yelling at each other.

The dinner was nice, like a group of friends who had very obvious, growing crushes on each other. You sat beside Hinata, across from Korai, and to say it annoyed Korai was an understatement. This was the one thing he absolutely wouldn’t lose to Hinata. He wanted his fingers to accidentally brush against your thigh.

So after everyone went their separate ways, he texted the orange-haired man. Something blunt along the lines of are you interested in Kageyama?

Shoyo: which one?

Korai stared at the message for a moment before chuckling. The girl?

Shoyo: not like you are;)

Korai put a thumbs-up reaction to the message, laughing to himself at how he didn’t even realise Hinata might have a thing for Tobio. Guess it’s a competition, first to ask their Kageyama out. This is just how his brain works.

Hoshiumi is sitting in front of the TV in his apartment and does what he finds to be the most tactical next step. He calls Hirugami and updates him on everything.

“Your heart skipped a beat? Who are you and what did you do to Korai?”

“Shut up,” he said, clearly not angry at all but rather embarrassed that his best friend was calling him out on his uncharacteristic heart palpitations. “It’s so weird, I even imagined her meeting my mom. And you. You’d get along, I bet. She’s like me but sweeter.”

“That’s exactly what I always thought you were missing. A little sweetness.” Hirugami said. It was very clearly supposed to be teasing but Korai got a little stuck on it, a small dazed smile falling on his face as he thought about you rambling on by the dinner table earlier. He looked around his relatively boring apartment, at how there was perfect space for another person cuddled up to his side on the couch. “Korai?”

“Sorry. I just think you had a point,” he admitted. “I have her number now, is it rude to ask her out over text?”

Hoshiumi stared at the message he wanted to send you and for the first time in a long while, he felt a little extra insecure. What if you didn’t actually like him? You could probably get someone like Ushijima. Someone taller.

No. He will be whatever he needs to be to deserve your attention. If only he knew he already was the object of all your desires.

Just like the first time you met, you got ahead of him. He saw your name pop up on his screen and he let out an audible gasp. You played really well today, I was proud to wear your number:)

Korai wrote and rewrote about ten different responses, even requesting some help from his aforementioned friend. Thank you! I appreciated seeing you there.

It was a stale and basic answer and made him subconsciously bite at the tip of his fingernail as he watched your chat. He should have said you looked good in it or something, damn it. Nonetheless, you didn’t disappoint. Would you like to call? I’m bored.

And so he spent the rest of the evening listening to you talk and laughing with you. He moved around his apartment, played with a volleyball he had lying around and held the weirdest poses on the sofa because all his attention was on your voice. By the time you hesitantly thanked each other for the time spent, it was the middle of the night and he didn’t have any other choice but to go to sleep if he wanted to make it to practice in the morning. As he tossed and turned in his bed that night, he couldn’t stop berating himself for not securing a date.

Instead, you and Hoshiumi got into the habit of calling each other almost every evening. It made him happy and built up his confidence enough that he eventually dared ask if he could take you out, just the two of you.

Your first date was fantastic. He took you to play laser tag and the other teams didn’t stand a chance against the two of you. After getting the gear off, you were laughing on your way out and he led you to a restaurant close by. Well planned, of course. You shared two different dishes and it really just felt like you were catching up on years of not being friends.

And what better way to finish catching up on your friendship than ending said friendship with a sweet kiss?

masterlist

[mtndw-whteout]

Oh to be a different person, in a different life.

I wrote somethin, its an au ive been festering with for a while

sorry for all the angst lately

Sirens rang through Reigens mind as he stared blankly at the wall before him. The smell of burnt wood and ash stained his nose, and his chest heaved heavily. 

The sound of discomfort wailed from the small child against his chest, snot-filled cries filling the silence. Reigen peered down at the child - Ritsu - lightly hushing him in hopes of comforting him. Ritsu stirred as he cried, his ash-covered face scrunched. Tears ran down his cheeks, leaving streaks through the muddied mess. Reigen's mouth pulled down into a frown, noting the small blisters forming on Ritsu’s cheeks and hands. 

Beside him, another child sat, leaning against Reigen as he watched out the window. Unlike Ritsu, he had not cried once since they arrived at Reigen’s small apartment. Shigeo was older, though, by only a year. He had as much reason to cry as his brother did, but he didn’t. 

Instead, he sat quietly, his face equally blistered and ash-covered, and watched the visible stars move slowly. 

Reigen didn’t know what to make of the situation. It was only a few days prior that he sat at the Kageyama’s table, laughing and carrying on. Then he got the call; he didn’t even remember getting into his car. The sight of the house - the home they had welcomed him into - in flames. He remembered briefly having Ritsu placed into his arms as Shigeo stood by him, his eyes glued to the street. His trembling hand holding onto his sleeve. The relief that flooded him knowing they were okay was beat by the dread of knowing that their parents weren’t. 

After a ride in an ambulance and a day at the hospital later, they were deemed okay to leave. He was told they weren’t in the house long after the fire started. Burn cream was applied to their faces and arms, but other than that they were healthy. 

Just apply the cream daily until the blisters are gone. He could do that.

Right. 

Now he was in charge of two kids when he barely could take care of himself; and as much as that feeling overwhelmed him, he knew he had to pull through. He was, at the moment, the only one the boys had. 

“Reigen..?” Shigeo called, his voice small just like the rest of him. He faced up at him, he looked tired. 

“Yeah, kiddo?” Reigen’s voice cracked but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Shigeo rubbed one of his eyes with the back of his hand. 

“Can I take a bath?” 

“Of course, will you watch your brother while I run the water?” He asked as he shifted to stand. He placed Ritsu in Shigeo’s awaiting arms, the younger boy had fallen asleep and only stirred at the movement.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, watching Shigeo nod slightly. He made his way to the bathroom, the tile cold against his sock-covered feet. Turning the faucet on, he plugged the tub and watched the water pour for a moment. 

Returning to the living room, he noticed Shigeo humming and rocking Ritsu in his arms. It was sickly sweet to watch, it made his chest tighten uncomfortably. 

“The bath should be ready soon.” He told Shigeo as he seated himself in front of the boy. 

Shigeo looked up at him, his eyes barely staying open as he offered a small smile. 

“‘itsu’s bein’ fussy,” Shigeo said, his voice just above a whisper. “‘e’s tired, like me.” 

“Yeah? You ready to go to bed soon?” Reigen asked and was met with a yawn in response. He laughed. “If you want, we can go out and get some Mobdonalds in the morning. How does that sound?” 

Shigeo hummed, too tired for words. Reigen smiled and stood up once again. He reached down and offered to take Ritsu. Shigeo allowed his brother to be scooped up and accepted the hand that was extended to him afterward. Ritsu awoke again, whining only a little as they made their way to the bathroom.

After a lot of bubbles and gentle scrubbing, they were finally ash-free. Their blisters thankfully were healing quickly, especially only after such a short amount of time. 

Reigen got them dressed for bed and soon they fell asleep beside him on his bed. Unfortunately for him, sleep didn’t come anytime soon. He spent his time staring at his ceiling; thinking of how his future was going to look from now on.

UGH im not good at writing im sorry, im just didn't want to draw it out

basically, in short, The Kageyama house fire? yeah it happens and the kageparents don't survive, and Reigen, who the Kageparents had known since he was 14, is now Ritsu and Shigeos guardian. An older brother of sorts.

Reigen is 20, Shigeo is 4 and Ritsu is 2, going on 3.

AAAHHHHHH

[utahimeow]

SEX101 — kageyama tobio [lesson 3.]

summary — your virgin best friend asks you to teach him how to have sex.

pairing — kageyama x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. oral (m and f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive reader, fluff

word count — 4.6k

author’s note — it only took three and a half months but the final part is finally here !! hope u enjoy <3

read part one here and part two here!

When Kageyama texts you that he's on his way to Ayumi's house for the night, you don't respond. In fact you have to throw your phone away from yourself so you don't text him something too spiteful.

What you don't know is that Kageyama is fighting the urge to cancel his date because the only person he wants to see right now is you. He's not sure when the initial spark of excitement about Ayumi faded away when it had only been two weeks since he had even met her, but all that's running through his mind is that it's still not too late and that he still has time to tell her that his brother got in a car accident (he doesn't have a brother).

But Kageyama’s too much of a pussy. ‘How bad could it be, anyway?’ he thinks. Who’s to say it won’t go super well, and he’ll want to see Ayumi again? The poor, unassuming Ayumi, whose face in Kageyama’s mind will undoubtedly be replaced by yours tonight. 

You probably should turn your phone off and watch some show or movie that’ll distract you from thinking about your best friend, but the more reckless part of your brain tells you to pick up your phone and scroll through your social media just in case of something. A text. A call. Whether it’s good or bad. Anything that will feed your restless mind.

Less than an hour after Kageyama’s initial text you get another from him. Manifestation indeed works.

hi. i’m on my way to yours

You frown as you type back to him, overflowing with questions in your thoughts. This can’t be a sign of anything good, but despite that there’s a selfish feeling of excitement looming over you.

okay

are u ok??

yes

Unfortunately the thumbs up emoji he sends is not enough to reassure you.

Kageyama shows up at your house twenty minutes later with an expression that gives no hint to his sudden arrival. There's a small pout on his lips, as is standard for the boy, but other than that, he stares at you blankly. 

"Tobio? What happened?" you ask, beckoning him inside. Ever the mystery, he's quiet as he follows behind you on the way up to your room, a little closer than you expect from him.

This time, he hardly hesitates when he lands on your bed next to you. In fact he sits so close to you that your legs touch, and he doesn't shrivel away at the contact.

"...Things went bad, didn't they?" you ask. Your hand settles on his muscular thigh in a test of waters. Kageyama's shoulders fall in a slow sigh.

"Ayumi told me to leave."

"Why?" you near-shout.

Kageyama swallows hard. He hesitates, eyes flicking up to yours before they drop back down to your hand where your fingers are drawing small shapes against him now.

After a long pause, he finally speaks. "I couldn't get hard."

Your hand stops. You sit up straighter, boring your eyes into his, searching for some sort of hint that he’s kidding. Your jaw drops as you search for something to say–you want to console him but no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to push away the overwhelming rage that stirs within you.

"Are you serious?" you ask, quietly. 

Kageyama nods, shoulders slumped. His irises are dull with shame. Your body starts to boil, and your jaw clenches. The sight of him lights a fire within you, a dark flame of regret that you even let her get the chance to have him. You're half tempted to ask for his phone so you can give the girl a piece of your mind.

You pull yourself out of your spiral though, fingers tenderly lifting Kageyama's head by his chin so that his eyes meet yours. You're almost scared you'll hurt him like this, fingertips just barely brushing over his soft skin.

"You better not be blaming yourself, you hear me?" you say, and despite the demanding nature of your words, you say them softly. "If she really liked you she wouldn’t have had a problem waiting for you."

He nods his head, still pensive, but his features slowly start to fill with a recognisable clarity.

And along with your rage, a sense of pride grows inside you too–it’s the last thing that you should be thinking about, but your kisses worked. Your touches worked. He got hard just from touching your boobs. He lasted as quickly as you wrapped your lips around him. Perhaps you should feel ashamed, the fact that you technically 'ruined' Kageyama's chances with his date. However his ever-intense gaze at you quashes any guilt before it can bloom into anything significant.

You swear there's relief in how he stares at you.

"What's on your mind?" you ask, but you doubt you'll get much of a response. Mostly it's your way of prying at him to show you rather than tell you.

Dark blue eyes flicker from your stare down to your mouth.

"I really want to kiss," he admits quietly, swallowing hard. 

It's so unexpected from him that even your heart leaps and your breath hitches and your head starts to spin a little. From the way his cheeks burn, you think that he didn’t expect it from himself either.

"Then kiss me, Tobio."

And he falls forward into you before your mind can even comprehend what's happening. The breath is knocked out of your lungs, both from the force that he smashes his mouth to yours with and the shock from the entire ordeal that leaves you reeling.

It takes a moment for you to come to your bearings enough to kiss him back. It's hardly enough to keep up with the fervent movement of his lips against yours though. His warm tongue prods at your bottom lip, reserved yet somehow he's simultaneously so demanding. He licks into your mouth like he's hungry, like he's desperate. 

Rough hands make their way to cup your face, drawing you impossibly closer against him. Him being so much larger than you means it takes him hardly any effort to push you gently backwards against the mattress. One hand plants itself beside your head to keep him hovering above your body, the other glued to your jaw while your mouths mingle in a mess of saliva.

Then he’s trailing along your curves with a feather-light touch, ghosting his fingers over your thighs, squeezing gently. Still he touches you with a sweet curiosity because he’s still learning everything about you, but his usual hesitation is replaced with a gentle confidence. It’s a big development from your first lesson (hookup) with him, where he looked as though he was going to pass out when you guided his hand to your body. 

You stuff your hands beneath his sweater so you can shove the article upwards and help him shrug it over his head. His lips land back on yours the moment he’s shirtless, and it can’t be unreasonable for you to mourn the fact that you can’t see his toned abdomen right now. But his kisses are so addicting that it makes your brain fuzzy and your disappointment is soon forgotten.

Right as Kageyama’s fingers dip beneath the elastic of your leggings, you grab his wrist abruptly. 

He looks so frightened that you can’t help but laugh in his face, but at least it assures him that he hadn’t done something wrong.

“Babe,” you start. And the word slips out, but it feels right and yours and Kageyama’s lack of acknowledgement of it indicates everything. “I still owe you from the other night.”

It’s your hand that makes its way south this time. You reach between both your bodies, slyly settling against his clothed crotch. To your lack of surprise, Kageyama is rock hard.

He swallows hard as his eyes grow distant and his gaze becomes concentrated. You’re familiar with this expression. He’s thinking hard. Contemplating. Weighing his options. It’s practically his default expression when he’s playing volleyball.

“Tobio,” you say, interrupting his thoughts. “Just let me take care of you, dummy.”

Your fingers squeeze at his cock through his jeans and in an instant he melts. He relaxes against you, lets you shove at his chest until he’s on his back and you’re between his legs and you’re practically licking your lips at the sight of his defined muscles all splayed out for you. 

Ever so teasing, you decide to bend forward, dropping your mouth to his neck instead of touching his cock again. And this time, you don’t hold yourself back from nipping softly at his flesh. The way his breathing stops as your teeth graze over his sensitive spots has you grinning, lips curling even wider once you pull away to admire your work. He looks gorgeous, marked up with faint lovebites, indicators of you on him.

Swiftly, you pull your own t-shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor and your leggings follow it not long after.

Your gaze is locked on him the entire time you fiddle with the button of his pants, before you move onto the zipper, before you’re pulling his jeans down his long legs and he’s so relieved that you’re done teasing him. Fingers crawling past the band of his boxers, you tug them off him hurriedly, growing just as impatient as Kageyama. 

The sight of his cock never disappoints. Everything about this boy is so pretty. The veins along his shaft match the ones on his arms and all you can think is how it was made for your mouth. 

One of your hands curls around his thickness, gives a few pumps, and then your tongue darts out to swirl around his tip. There’s a slight saltiness from the pre-cum that drools from his slit. Kageyama shudders instantly, forever in awe and doubtful that he’ll ever get used to the warm and wet sensation. 

Just to torture him a little, you tap his cock against your tongue a few times, an image so lewd that Kageyama can’t help but moan out loud. He’s in disbelief again, struggling to grasp how on earth he got this lucky. When your mouth finally envelops him, it takes everything in him to not thrust into you uncontrollably–he knows that even if you let him, he’d cum then and there. 

His fingers curl into the bedsheets below him, an attempt to control himself. Even if it’s futile, even if he knows he’ll be on the verge of losing his very last grip on reality with the way you move your mouth up and down him–he’s determined to hang on.

It’s why you go a little slower, take your time. It’s not a lesson anymore. It’s ‘payback’, technically, but that’s shoved to the back of your mind and replaced with an eagerness to make your sweet best friend see stars. You don’t take him all the way to the base just yet, focusing on his tip, getting him worked up. Well, more worked up than he already is. 

Every wet flick of your tongue against Kageyama’s tip is met with a hiss or a shuddered gasp. The hand you have wrapped around his thick base starts to pump up and down, ever so slowly, ever so lightly. Saliva slips out of the corners of your mouth as you suckle at his head. Your hand smears it all along the rest of his length, the slick noise it makes sparking a heat deep in your core. 

Your eyes flicker up to your best friend’s face with a flash of deviousness behind them as you slowly start to swallow the remainder of his length. Every bob of your head you bring your mouth lower, choking on his cock before you’re even halfway. 

Kageyama’s thighs tremble. Perfectly straight teeth clamp down on his bottom lip while his eyes roll into the back of his head. You have to remind yourself to keep going, to physically force yourself to not pause and stare because he looks like a god among men.

You still haven’t worked the entirety of his cock into your mouth when it twitches, and with a guttural moan as your only warning, he spills his load down your throat. Salty warmth fills your mouth before you swallow it down happily, but when you peer up at Kageyama, he’s got his face buried in his hands.

“Fuck. I did it again,” he groans. “I’m so sorry.”

“Tobi-”

He doesn’t give you a chance to reassure him, flipping you onto your back like you’re weightless before you even comprehend what’s happening. 

“Can I make it up to you?” His hand trails up your thigh, inching closer to your panties, making you shudder. He’s barely even had the time to recover from his orgasm, yet his eyes are eager, like a dog ready to play fetch. 

“Please,” you say, surprised by how breathless you are.

In an instant your underwear is torn down your legs, your dripping pussy exposed to him. Kageyama presses a light kiss to the inside of your thigh, moves to the other side and kisses it again, and again, and again, switching from leg to leg until he’s hovering above your heat. 

Finally, he’s diving into your cunt, sliding his tongue between your folds without an ounce of hesitation. He makes his home there, already familiar with it.

While his tongue glides over your clit, two of his fingers prod at your entrance, sliding in with ease from the way you’re soaked with arousal from your getting him off. All of his self-control evaporates. He doesn’t want to tease you, no. He wants to see you writhe. Your hand tangles into his hair like an instinct, clinging to his locks when a swipe of his tongue sends pinpricks of pleasure shooting through your veins.

“Mmh, Tobio,” you whine, tossing your head back. It makes his concentrated gaze shoot up to meet yours when you say it. His ocean eyes are almost black from how dilated they are, sparkling apologetically.

With his fingers knuckle-deep inside you, Kageyama reaches your spongy sensitive spot with no effort and has you moaning out swears every second. His fingertips reach it with every pump of his digits and along with his lips that wrap around your clit and suck, it’s no surprise that you feel him bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every passing second.

His fingers keep working your hole when he pulls his mouth away from you despite your harsh grip in his hair, and your curiosity is curbed when he lets a wad of spit dribble down to your clit. You’ll question him about where he learned that later, but right now your eyes are rolling back and your hands are grasping at the sheets beneath you when he then continues to swipe his tongue over your throbbing heat. You're shocked, really, that you haven't cum yet from the way this boy puts his soul into eating your pussy.

By now, each thrust of Kageyama’s fingers comes with an obscene squelch from the mixture of spit and slick that drips out of you.  That's when you notice it—his hips are moving back and forth against the mattress. Like he didn't just cum.

"Oh, fuck, Tobio," you start as your pussy pulses around his fingers. "I'm close, baby."

You don't need to say anymore. He's curling his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of you impossibly fast as his mouth slurps and sucks at your sensitive bud relentlessly.

Before long your vision turns white. Your back arches off the bed as your orgasm sinks into every one of your muscles, making you sob out high-pitched moans. Your legs quiver as Kageyama finger-fucks you through your climax, after which you sink into the bed, still gasping for air.

When you peer up at him as he rises to his knees, you’re met with the sight of his cock–standing straight up in all its intimidating glory.

“You’re hard again?” you ask, eyes wide as you gaze up at him.

Kageyama’s cheeks burn and he curls into himself a little. “Making you feel good makes me feel good,” he admits, shrugging.

You’re beaming up at him like a smitten fool, but how can anyone possibly blame you? 

It’s easy to assume that Kageyama is heartless. Most people do–from how standoffish and rude he is at times, many don’t bother to look past that. It pisses you off. 

They don’t know that he gives you his umbrella in torrential rain. That he gives you his lunch when you forget to bring yours. That he lets you hog the one blanket you’re sharing at a sleepover so that you’re not cold. That he cusses out the idiots who are making fun of you. Yeah, he’s mean, and awkward, and short-tempered… but he’s also sweet, and kind, and he cares. It’s his nature.

“Wanna try be on top this time?” you say, raking your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. He nods with certainty, leaning down to kiss you with a tenderness that makes you melt into the mattress. 

After he pulls away, he stares at you with a tiny smile, then reaches a hand in between your smushed-together bodies so he can guide his cock to your hole–it’s just begging to be filled, and how could he possibly deprive your sweet pussy of its needs?

This time, Kageyama knows to take it slow. He pushes the tip against your opening gently, cat-like eyes fixed on your face in search of the slightest hint of discomfort. He sinks into your warmth slowly, inch by inch, in spite of the stinging sensitivity in his cock from his previous climax. 

Once he’s fully sheathed inside of you and his pelvis is pressed against yours, a high-pitched whine leaves your throat, so sudden that Kageyama’s face drops and he thinks he’s hurt you. Then he sees your face, coiled up into pleasure and he relaxes again. He remembers how you rode him, the way you rocked your hips and took all of him with no issues–with a smile on your face and your eyelashes batting, and he realises he’s a fool for thinking you couldn’t handle him.

“Gonna move, yeah?” he breathes out, fixing the position of his hands where they’re next to your head.

“Yes, Tobio,” you say, whining again. Your voice like this makes his cock jump. It’s dangerous.

Kageyama pulls out until just his tip remains, then slams back inside you in a way that knocks the breath out of your lungs. Within seconds he finds his pace, hard and fast and earnest, and it sends you reeling, giving you no room to breathe.

The way his cock stretches out your walls is heavenly, like he’s reaching every last part of you. Meanwhile the feeling of you wrapped around him, warm and tight as you suck him in, makes Kageyama think he would give up the world for you. He’s truly and utterly addicted. It’s no wonder he’d spent the last few weeks falling asleep thinking of your mouth, your hands, your tits, your cunt. You’ve got him under a spell. He’d spend an eternity buried inside you if he could.

“Does it feel okay?” he asks, as if your parted mouth and your nonstop moans don’t give him his answer. But he craves communication. He wants to hear you say it–only then would he be satisfied.

For a second you forget that this is his first time actually fucking someone. You spared him from doing the work last time, so the way he rocks his hips against you makes you wonder just how much porn he’s been watching. He refuses to let you forget he’s an athlete with his strokes, so precise, nothing short of perfect. All he’s known his entire life is flawless, polished movements, and it shows.

“Feels so good, Tobio,” you reply, high-pitched and needy. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. He feels it too, gives a low grunt when his cock sinks into you even further at a brand new angle that makes you both feel dizzy.

Your hands, locked at the back of Kageyama’s neck, pull his face towards you until his lips are on yours. He can’t help the way his hips slow just a little as your tongue shoves against his–it’s too much for him to handle. The way you kiss him with insatiable greed overwhelms his senses, making him wish he could melt into you. He’s so close to you, but still not close enough. 

After you pull away so you can breathe, Kageyama rests his forehead on yours, both of you sweaty and boiling hot. He’s able to pick up his pace again, this time ramming into you even harder when he peers into your blown-out eyes. They’re so dreamy as you stare back at him, glimmering with want and wonder. He has no idea how he went all those years without kissing you.

His head drops to your neck, leaving soft, wet kisses against it because he remembers you doing that to him. You clench around him instantly, giving a soft, breathy gasp as shivers run through your entire body. 

“Doing so- ah- so well, baby. Gonna cum soon,” you manage, but it’s half-moaned. Your nails rake down the toned expanse of his back, urging him on. Kageyama’s cock throbs at your praise and he shoots up, sitting back on his heels, ploughing through you with abandon, with no thoughts in his mind other than to make you climax. 

His dark eyes are aflame with an intimidating concentration and his jaw clenches. Blunt nails dig into your hips, pinching into your flesh so hard but you can’t even think about the bruises that will undoubtedly form. He uses his grip on you to drag you along his cock, abandoning all morals as he fucks into you so intensely that your eyes begin to brim with tears.

You jolt when his thumb lands on your swollen clit. He begins to twirl it in rapid circles and you’re squirming immediately, arching your back off the bed with obscene noises dripping from your mouth. He’s feeding the flame in your lower abdomen with every push and pull of his hips, every flick of his finger against your sensitive bud dragging you closer and closer to your edge.

It’s only a few more seconds before your orgasm comes hurtling towards you, crashing into you like a wave that makes your limbs go taut. Your mind is blank–all you know is the warm pleasure pulsing deep in your core, flowing all the way to the tips of your fingers and making you scream. 

It doesn’t help that Kageyama hasn’t slowed down. Even as your pussy spasms and clenches around him, he’s relentlessly pounding away, chasing his own climax now.

“Want you to cum for me, Tobio,” you pant, still recovering from your high.

“I-inside? Can I?”

“Mhm,” you say, nodding, giving him a sweet, fucked out smile. Your walls squeeze around him, squelching with every stroke as if it were begging to be filled up and he obeys, of course. 

Kageyama gives a resounding groan as he buries himself as deep as he possibly can inside you and pumps you full. His cock twitches with every spurt, abdomen muscles tensing and his hands grabbing at the flesh of your waist, hips, thighs. Small, shuddered gasps leave his swollen lips until he’s given all that he can give and his broad shoulders heave as he tries to catch his breath. 

And despite how he’s literally inside you and how you’re filled to the brim with his cum, it’s not enough. You’re tugging at his hands until he leans forward, puzzled as to what you’re up to until you bring his lips to yours. It’s sloppy and sweet–just the way you like it. 

You hum against his mouth, satisfied–although that’s an understatement. You’re in heaven. With your arms wrapped around Kageyama’s shoulders, you drag him down to the mattress next to you, grinning blissfully. Like instinct, his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls your body flush against his, both of you too content to be concerned about being covered in sweat. 

“You were so good, Tobio. So so good,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his pec where you lay. “You’re getting so much better already. You’re a quick learner, you know.”

“I am?” he asks, ever so clueless. It’s adorable.

“Yes.” 

Silence fills the air as Kageyama ponders what you said. He knows he’s gotten better since the first time you helped him, obviously. But he also knows very well that he still has a lot to learn. And when he gazes down at you, your eyes fluttering shut from fatigue, he’s determined to be better for you. 

“Can I ask you a question?” he says in a small tone. 

You blink up at him, nodding with a gentle smile. “Ask me.”

“Are we… like… boyfriend and girlfriend? Or like- I don’t- how does-”

Your giggles cut off his rambling and that’s when he thinks he’s fucked up everything. His blood turns cold with dread. How stupid could he be?

“Do you want to be boyfriend and girlfriend?” is what you ask, with warmth blooming your chest. You bite back from smirking.

“Well- yeah, but only if you do,” he says. 

As if your nude body is not pressed against him, as if you’re not leaking his cum, which–yes, perhaps to some means little to nothing. But you touch each other with something other than lust. When whispers of his name turn to cries, it’s not only with need, but with adoration. Ever since your first time with him, it’s been so much more. 

“Obviously I do, dumbass,” you say, flicking his nipple. “When you told me you had a date I…” You pause. ‘Wanted her dead?’ No, that’s too much. “I was so jealous of her. And I had no idea why, because you were just supposed to be my best friend.”

“So, all my teammates were right? You remember how often they’d mistake you for my girlfriend?”

Your mouth drops, opening and closing repeatedly as your face burns. “Okay, but- that wasn’t- I didn’t know I had feelings for you then! Man, have I had feelings for you that long?”

You’re brought back to yours and Kageyama’s first year at Karasuno, when you cursed the building down during one of his matches against Seijoh–more specifically against Oikawa. And when you jumped into a teary-eyed Kageyama’s arms to comfort him after his team’s loss, eyebrows certainly raised (it was only when you got a boyfriend in second year that they believed that you weren’t dating Kageyama. Except you broke up with him three weeks later because you ‘lost feelings for him’ and now you realise it’s because he wasn’t Kageyama).

“God, we’re idiots,” you say, smacking your hand over your face. When you peer up at your boyfriend, you find him staring at the ceiling. 

“Hey, we should go to the aquarium tomorrow,” he says. 

You snort, expecting nothing less from him. “Don’t you have practice tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but I have a girlfriend now. She’s more important.” He’s grinning, all lopsided and cheesy.

You scoff at him, but really your tummy is fluttering and your heart is racing and you’re so warm with love. 

“Fine. We’ll go to the aquarium, but don’t make skipping practise a regular thing, you hear me?”

“We’ve been dating for five minutes and you’re already telling me what to do,” he teases.

“It’ll be no longer than five minutes if you don’t shut your mouth, Kageyama.”

tags — @tobiote @ushiwhacka

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𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶 𝘥𝘶𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 pt. 1

featuring: f!reader, oikawa + iwaiumi, kageyama + hinata, miya twins

cw: dom!reader and sub!reader, double penetration, oral (m.recieving), praise, degredation, choking, overstimulation (suggested), multiple rounds, dumbification, voyeurism

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pt. 2 - featuring: kuroo + kenma, bokuto + akaashi, ushijima + tendou

ｏｉｋａｗａ  ＋  ｉｗａｉｚｕｍｉ

“God you look pretty like this,” Oikawa sighs to himself, looking at his best friend for confirmation. “Stuffed full of the two of us, practically drooling on my cock, so fuckin perfect.” He continues, pushing his hips into you a little more, that inch you can’t fit into your mouth finally sliding, and you can hear him groan, a shudder going through his body.

Iwaizumi is no different, pounding into your cunt from behind, losing himself in you. His grip on your hip is bruising - borderline painful - but everything going on around you drowns out the pain, only feeling pleasure for the moment. He’s groaning out profanities into your ear, making you cream so beautifully around him, and he’s holding off his orgasm just to make sure you’re completely fucked out.

“Don’t get too excited thinking this is a one-round thing baby, we’re just getting started.”

ｋａｇｅｙａｍａ  ＋  ｈｉｎａｔａ

It was a simple kiss on the cheek to both boys when they won their game, a small congratulations to the pair for working so hard. You didn’t mean to end up here, sandwiched between the two men, begging them for something, anything. And God do they give you something - the blissed out expression on Kageyama’s face tells you everything you need to know, and he feels so good, so fuckin good. So good that he fucks his cum back into your cunt, all while Hinata is forced to watch, whining in his seat.

“Oh pretty baby, do you need some attention too?” You ask him, noticing how red the tip of his cock is, how his hand isn’t enough anymore. And he’s nodding before you even finish your question. How could you say no?

“Be good for me and keep your hands there for me, okay? Move them and Tobio and I will leave you here to make youself feel good.”

ａｔｓｕｍｕ  +  ｏｓａｍｕ    ｍｉｙａ

“Samu she want’s me in her pussy, isn’t that right angel?” Atsumu asks you, brushing his hand over you cheekbone, smiling adoringly at you. When you said you were in love with both twins, you didn’t expect this outcome - pinned on a bed with both men towering over you, though you weren’t complaining. “Fuck off Tsumu, she’s been fucked dumb, won’t even notice who’s who.” He spits back, lining himself up at your entrance.

This bickering goes on the entire night, but  it doesn’t stop the twins from making you feel good - it makes them fuck you harder, deeper, and you can barely form coherent sentences when the nights done, you’re fucked out beyond belief, and all you can do is smile dreamily at the two men that are around you.

“Sleep well, angel. I’m taking you in the morning.” Atsumu tells you, staring at his brother.

[milaisreading]

PART 2

Couples:

Yandere!MSBY 4 x Kageyama Twin!Reader

Side couple:

Komori Motoya x Kageyama Twin!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, non-con(not too much), obsessive and possessive behavior, general yandere tendencies. This is my first time writing explicit content like this, sorry if it's boring:/

PS: Send in requests if u have any...

Part 1:

"So how have you been? Everything going ok with Komori-san?" Tobio's voice sounded through (Y/n)'s apartment as she cooked her dinner.

"Yeah! Everything has been great with us, tho the distance is really killing me, but we phone each other every day." (Y/n) answered back, waiting for Tobio to speak up again.

"Well, you did pick pretty far away cities, Shizuoka and Osaka I mean. But as long as you find time to call each other, it should be fine." (Y/n) smiled bitterly, nodding her head Kageyama's words

"Yeah, but enough about my love life, what about you? With how many fangirls and those fansites you have, you must have someone in mind." She teased, already imagining her brother blushing at her words.

"You know I am not interested in that, at least not now. Volleyball is more fun."

"You should honestly think of marrying it at this point." (Y/n) joked, not surprised by his answer.

"Shut it! But anyways, I need to go now. You will be off to Shizuoka this weekend?" Tobio wondered as (Y/n) went to pick up her phone and turn off the speaker.

"Well I was planning to, but Motoya told me he will come. Something about getting away from Shizuoka and all." The med student answered, recalling the conversation she had with the pro athlete a few days a

"Well at least you won't have to travel after the exam then. By the way, did Hinata text you at all in the past 2 weeks? Since the game with Komori-san's team, it's been radio silent from him."

"Hmm? Now that you mention it, I didn't hear anything from him either. Could that loss bumped him out so much?"

"Who knows. He can be off at times, but I am sure he will come around. Anyways, I got to go now. Hoshiumi-san wanted to take Hirugami-san and I out for a drink."

"Have fun! Give them greetings from me!"

With that, they ended the call and (Y/n) went back to making her noodles so that she can return back to studying as soon as possible. Groaning, the med student went through her phone, trying to find the last few notes she needed to revise.

"Just this one more exam and then I will have some time for myself..."

She yawned, looking at the clock on her wall, groaning.

"I will barely catch any sleep these days..." (Y/n) groaned as she put the phone away and went to eat her dinner, her mind going from her exam to the orange haired volleyball player.

'He really has been acting off... ever since graduation to be honest...'

She thought in worry.

With Hinata...

The man tossed and turned in his bed. He was supposed to go to sleep hours ago, but he just couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of (Y/n) and Komori flooded his mind, and he just ends up angry.

"Stupid Komori...is it his height that makes him attractive? His looks are average at best.. or his money? If (Y/n) was in need of financial support, she could have called me-"

Hinata's rambling was cut off by his phone ringing, so he quickly went to answer it.

"Sakusa? Why are you up so late?" The orange haired man wondered.

"I was talking with my aunt over some family meet up later this month, and she let the information about Motoya visiting Osaka slip out... do you know where I am going?"

Sakusa said sternly, clear annoyance lacing his voice as he mentioned his cousin.

"Do...do you think it's the right time?" Hinata wondering, his eyes going wide as he remembered the plan.

"Another time we won't have. We need to break them up... Aunt told me that he plans on proposing to (Y/n) soon."

Hinata's eyes widened and he clenched his fists.

"Ok...did you think of a plan to break them up?"

"Yeah, I will handle that."

"Good, I can't wait till that pest is gone."

"You and I both."

Sakusa sighed from the other side.

With Atsumu...

Atsumu groaned as he kept on stroking his cock as he went through the pictures he saved of (Y/n). The pictures were nothing special, just some from the beach he found on her Ig, but those were enough to rile him up. The image of the young woman underneath him, panting, crying and begging for release kept playing inside his head.

'(Y/n)... please...'

Groaning, the faux blonde as he came all over his hand. Panting, he got up from his bed and went to clean himself up. Once he was done he went back to his bedroom, sighing sadly as the images he had were just pure fantasies, the kind he wanted to be true.

Huffing, he sat down on his bed and scrolled through (Y/n)'s social media, smiling when he saw a new story was posted.

But, that smile faded away as soon as he saw that it was a picture of her books and a cup of coffee.

'Why is she up so late? It's nearly 1 in the morning. Shouldn't that useless boyfriend of hers make sure she is sleeping?!'

"Stupid! I knew that guy was no good! Why did she pick this prick of all?"

Atsumu's stare hardened as he thought of the brown haired libero. Back when he met Komori at the training camp, he thought of him as a possible friend. But now...now that he was with the girl of his dreams, there was no way for him to have that position.

"I wanted to so desperately see him cry that night. Show him and (Y/n) who the better one is...better player and better boyfriend, but..." Atsumu sighed as he rubbed his face, feeling like crying.

"But the whole time (Y/n) kept distracting me. That smile and her cheers, wonder how it would feel like to have her cheer on me, wear my jersey-"

Atsumu stopped his monolog as a message popped up. Quickly opening it, he saw that it was Bokuto.

'Komori is coming to Osaka tomorrow. We need to break them up this weekend. Sakusa said he is planning to propose.'

The message set an already frustrated Atsumu on fire. There was no way he will let that Komori put a ring on her pretty little finger.

"Besides, he can't afford what (Y/n) really deserves, unlike the rest of us. And Komori (Y/n) just sounds wrong."

The next day...

"I honestly don't know if I will pass this one, but the most important part is that it's over!" (Y/n) cheered as she walked out of the building.

"I am sure you will pass. When will the results be?" Miwa asked from the other side of the phone.

"In like...5 days or so. Unless the professor starts grading them today."

The med student yawned, already dreaming of her soft bed.

"Sleepy? Are you off home?" Miwa asked, worried for the youngest sibling.

"Yeah. Motoya will arrive in Osaka later tonight, so that gives me some time to rest."

"Alright. I have to go now since a client arrived. Have fun you two, but not too much~" The older woman teased, causing (Y/n) to blush a little as she said her goodbyes.

'She can be too much at times.' (Y/n) groaned. All of a sudden, the young woman felt someone grab ther shoulder, causing her to jump away and turn around.

"Easy there (Y/n), it's just us!" Sighing in relief, (Y/n) noticed the familiar golden and black eye.

"Bokuto-san, Sakusa-san, what a surprise! What are you two doing here?" (Y/n) asked, smiling as the two athletes took off their masks.

"We were just walking by after practice! Do you live here somewhere?" Sakusa asked flatly, already knowing all the information.

"Oh no, my university is in this location tho! How are you two? Has practice been going well?" (Y/n) asked while smiling, causing Bokuto to blush a little, meanwhile Sakusa hid his by putting his mask back on.

'Adorable...my (Y/n) is so adorable.' The black haired thought as Bokuto spoke up.

"It's been great. Today we were let go a little sooner than usually. The coach and captain were a little easier today, after all the hard training before."

"Yeah, they got a lot stricter after our match with Komori's team." Sakusa explained, getting more annoyed at his cousin than he already was. (Y/n) blinked for a moment, and then remembered what he was talking about.

"Sorry to hear that you two, but you guys were still amazing. I guess it depends on the luck you have that day."  She answered back, trying to lighten up their moods. Which seemed to work, as Bokuto stopped pouting, sending her a grin soon after. Sakusa seemed to lose his annoyed demeanor, but his eyes stayed as passive as possible, so she wasn't sure about him.

"Really?! Did you see that service ace I delivered at the beginning?! Worked on it for a while." Bokuto boasted.

"Yeah! That was pretty cool! I am happy that you hard work paid off. Hope the next time you performed it, it will be the winning points."

Bokuto grinned at the praise and continued talking to the younger. Sakusa clenched his fists are the sight, envying how easy the conversation between the two was. How familiar they are to each other. It's not like Sakusa didn't talk to her before, she visited his place often with Komori, but he always had a hard time talking to her.

"Hey uhmm... the two of us, Atsumu and Hinata are free tonight, want to go out for dinner?"

The black haired boy's question surprised not only (Y/n), but Bokuto as well.

"Well that sounds nice Sakusa-san, but Motoya will come over tonight, so I really can't. And I don't think it's that much of a smart idea, I don't want to piss some of your fangirls off."

(Y/n) shuddered, remembering how some of the girls from her class came into her, after pictures of her and Atsumu talking surfaced on social media.

Sakusa and Bokuto ignored the part with Motoya, as they were more concerned over the 2nd part.

"Say...none of the fans caused you any trouble?"

"Ahh...all I can really say is that Atsumu-san's fans love him a little too much." Was all she said, which made alarm bells go off in both of them.

"But nothing to worry about! I already handled it! Anyways, I need to go now, gotta rest a little till Motoya arrives! Bye!" (Y/n) said, walking off quickly, trying to avoid any form of questioning from either of the two.

"What are you doing?" Bokuto wondered, his gaze switching from (Y/n) retreating form to Sakusa's, who was dialing a number on his phone.

"I will call my dear cousin over for a drink... the plan is going in action tonight."

"Alright! Let me go and call Hinata then." The Fukurodani alumni grinned, excited about tonight.

"You are meeting up with Sakusa-san? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" (Y/n) asked the brown haired libero over the phone.

"Sorry, it came out of the blue, I will try not to stay for too long with him... you are not mad?" Komori asked from the other side, gulping as he thought of her reaction.

"Why would I be mad, Sakusa-san is your family after all. Just, tell me sooner next time." She asked softly. There was really no reason for her to be annoyed, aside from him not informing her sooner.

"Sorry, I really am. But I have something for you, which might make it up for my mistake." Komori said sheepishly, causing (Y/n) to grow curious.

"What would that be?"

"You'll see! But I need to hang up now, sorry."

"Ok, have a safe trip! And have fun."

Turning off her phone, (Y/n) sighed and went to her living room, opting to watch a movie or two till Komori arrives.

A few hours had passed and (Y/n) was beginning to get nervous, not only was Komori supposed to arrive at her place an hour ago, but he also wasn't answering his phone.

"Should I call Motoya again? I have been calling him for the past 20 minutes and nothing... Maybe Sakusa-san will answer me." (Y/n) muttered nervously as she dialed the athlete's number.

She didn't have to wait for too long, as he answered his phone quickly.

"Hello? (Y/n)?"

"Sakusa-san! Thank God you answered, is Motoya with you? Why isn't he answering his phone?"

'I probably come off as controlling, but fuck it!' She gulped, waiting for an answer from the man.

"Motoya? Why would he be with me? I am out with Hinata."

(Y/n)'s heart dropped at those words.

'There... But why would he say?'

"Hello? (Y/n), you still on your phone?" Sakusa's voice interrupted her thoughts and she quickly answered him.

"Uhmm...I... Motoya isn't with you 100%? He said you two would meet up for a drink."

"No, we never agreed to that. I have practice tomorrow, so that's out of question-"

"I need to go. Bye, sorry for interrupting you two." (Y/n) didn't let Sakusa finish as she hung up and went to call Komori again, her heart racing and alarm bells ringing.

"Come on...answer please....Motoya..." She desperately begged, thinking of the worst possible scenario.

'He wouldn't... Motoya wouldn't cheat. There is no way, but why else would he lie?'

"Why aren't you answering?!" (Y/n) screamed as she threw her phone on the couch, tears escaping her eyes.

"Please...let this be all a prank, I swear I won't be mad. Please-"

A notification popped up on her phone, and (Y/n) quickly ran to her phone, thinking this might be Komori. Unlocking her phone, (Y/n) read the name of a private Ig account, which sent her a few pictures. With a heavy heart, she opened the message, only, to her horror find pictures of Komori sleeping next to a unfamiliar girl. The sight of the woman smiling next to a seemingly naked Komori made her heart break and she quickly turned of her phone.

Shaking and sobbing, she plopped on the couch and started crying harder, the pathetic feelings of sadness and betrayal taking over her body.

"Motoya...why?"

"Should we go now?" Hinata asked as Sakusa finished his call with Atsumu.

"Yeah, the woman sent those photos to (Y/n) and already left. With how much Motoya drank, it will be a wonder if he remembers anything." Hinata nodded his head as they walked of to Sakusa's car.

"All the better for us, (Y/n) will just think that he is lying and trying to pretend nothing happened."

Sakusa silently nodded his head, grinning like a madman that this years old nightmare is coming to an end.

'Finally she will be mine...tonight is the night.' The black haired man hummed as him and Hinata walked off to the meeting spot.

A few hours passed by and (Y/n) was sound asleep in her bed, all the crying drained her, and she just wanted to shut off everyone. So much so that she didn't even answer her brother or sister's calls. The silent apartment was soon disrupted by the sound of the entrance door being opened, and two figures walked inside.

"Shouldn't we wait for Hinata and Atsumu?" Bokuto whispered as Sakusa nodded his head.

"I really could care less where those two idiots are right now. Besides, we should go and prepre our little princess." The Itachiyama alumni muttered as he walked to (Y/n)'s bedroom, his whole body shaking in excitement along with Bokuto's.

"Finally, I have been dreaming of this moment for so long." Bokuto grinned as Sakusa slowly opened the bedroom door. Breath hitching up, Bokuto walked inside and up to (Y/n)'s bed. The man gulped as he looked at her sleeping face, her puffy, red cheeks and pout causing his cock to harden.

Groaning, Sakusa slowly removed her covers, enjoying the sight of her vulnerable figure. Bokuto let out a a sigh as he sat on the bed and caressed (Y/n)'s hair.

"I can't wait for those two." Sakusa finally said as he hovered over the woman, and slowly grabbed onto her pajama pants, pulling them down.

"Finally." Bokuto grinned as Sakusa pulled off her pants, licking his lips when he saw her panties. Quickly unbottoning her pajama shirt, he was more than pleased to see her bare boobs.

"Naughty girl~" Bokuto giggled as Sakusa started kissing up (Y/n)'s leg, her soft skin turning him more and more on.

'And that bastard Motoya kept all of this to himself?! And with how he is, he probably didn't please her to the fullest.'

Bokuto was meanwhile kneading (Y/n)'s nipples, watching in pleasure as the woman started groaning and moaning, her eyes slowly opening, looking at her surrounding in confusion.

"Looks like my little slut is finally up? Look Omi!"

"Wh-what th?!-" (Y/n) shrieked as she realized what was going on, desperately trying to wiggle her body out of this. But all of this was to no avail as their grips on her body tightened.

"Shh baby, we will take great care of you. Just be compliant."

"Get off of me! What the hell?!" (Y/n) glared up at Bokuto as she tried to push him off. This pissed the white/black haired man off, causing him to grab her arms and pin them down, sending the woman a warning growl.

"Don't make it so unnecessarily hard, baby. We know you want this, you are all wet just from our touch." Sakusa cooed as he inserted a finger inside, enjoying the surprised expression and her attempts to hide her moan.

"Don't hold back baby, I want to hear all of the noises." The black haired man laughed, insisting a 2nd and 3rd finger shortly after.

"Stopp~" (Y/n) moaned out as Bokuto played with one of her nipples and sucked the other, moaning at how soft she felt.

"Good girl, just lay back and enjoy it." Sakusa smirked as he pumped his fingers faster and faster, enjoying how hee moans were getting louder and louder.

"You smell so nice... I have been waiting for so long. We all have." Bokuto muttered in between of kissing her neck, leaving a bite mark or two in the process.

"Wha-what are you t-talking about~" (Y/n) panted as she felt her climax approach her.

"We all have had our eyes set on you since high school, and it really enraged me...us to see you with my cousin of all people. But you will soon learn not to mess with us, baby~" Sakusa chuckled as the younger came onto his finger, enjoying the moan she let out.

"So sensitive... Atsumu and Hinata will sure enjoy this." Bokuto teased as he wiped her tears away, kissing her cheek right after.

"Please...please don't go any further... Sakusa, Motoya will be-"

(Y/n) flinched as both men glared and let out low growls.

"Still thinking of that pest? While two of the most sought after athletes in the country are about to give you the night of your life?" Sakusa said as her got up, signaling to Bokuto to change positions. (Y/n) was about to use the moment her hands were free to get up, but Sakusa stopped her.

"You are not going anywhere. The fun is just starting." Sakusa said as (Y/n) watched in horror as Bokuto started taking off his pants. Then suddenly, the younger heard her bedroom door open, and a familiar voice fill up the room.

"Hey! Why didn't ya wait for us?!" Atsumu growled as Hinata whined at the betrayal. The black haired man rolled his eyes along with Bokuto.

"Next time don't take so long. Now wait till Omi and I are finished."

"Not fair! I know (Y/n) longer than any of you, I should do it first!"

"Deal with it, Hinata." Sakusa said, looking down at (Y/n)'s teary eyes, the sight causing him to grow harder than he already was.

The next day, (Y/n) woke up feeling sick and body aching from all the bruises and bite marks the 4 left on her body. But besides that, a weird form of relief washed over her body as she noted that neither of the men were with her. Perhaps, she thought, they left or something. But, just as she started hoping that, her door opened and revealed Hinata's smiling figure. (Y/n) cringed at how normal he was acting, as if he and his friends didn't force themselves on her last night.

"You are awake! Just in time too, Omi made us breakfast." Hinata said cheerfully as he approached her bed, causing the woman to flinch away as he touched her shoulder.

"Huh? Was I that rough with my marking last night? Sorry baby, I will be gentler next time." (Y/n) looked at the grinning man in horror as he said that.

"N-next time?"

"Of course, did you think this was a one time thing?" Gulping, she felt Hinata grab the back of her head and rest his forehead against hers.

"We all are in love with you for years, and if you thought we would leave after we got a taste of how sweet you are...you are dead wrong." Hinata said, the crazy and lovesick look in his eyes made her realize in just how much trouble she was in.

"Besides...of you don't want Komori's career to end in a cheating scandal, you will play the role of the obedient little kitten." Atsumu said from the doorway. (Y/n) moved to look at him in shock as Hinata started kissing her neck, moaning at the pleasant smell.

"How do you-"

"How do we know? Easy, we set him up. You should have seen how much we had to make him drink to convince him that woman was you." Her eyes widened as Atsumu chuckled and walked up to her bed, patting her head and kissing the top of it.

"Remember, your body and soul belong to us from now on, so better not look at any other man, or else these pictures of Komori are going into the public."

(Y/n) felt tears start rolling down her cheeks as Atsumu showed her those again. She knew there was no way out, if only she knew sooner how crazy these 4 were...maybe she would have been more careful. Maybe she would have stayed in Tokyo or even in Miyagi to study,but with the way they were, (Y/n) doubted this distance would have prevented any of this. Atsumu chuckled at the hopeless look the younger had on her face and leaned in to lick some of the tears away.

'Finally I have you hopeless and desperate, just like I always wanted it.'

@kei-tsuki21 @thebrunetteavenger @sicklyinlove @kittykatiekat @torriblack97 @locogvrl @omi-kunslysol @yuushs

[suckishima]

man i love this sequence so much—and tbh their dynamic in general which i feel like we don't talk about enough

on paper they seem like such opposites—and they kind of are—with tanaka being a mood maker and morale stabilizer for the team, he's loud and boisterous and never holds back what he's feeling ("dial down my feelings?? what does that even mean??"), while tsukki barely speaks on the court, openly admits to disliking loud and excitable people, and seems to calculatedly hide his emotions away. you would think they wouldn't like each other and wouldn't work well together, but i think every interaction we see between them is a positive one

we see them kinda partner up to roast other teams or their own teammates, but also tanaka is one of the few senpai that tsukki seems comfortable openly making fun of directly. but then tanaka doesn't even ever seem mad by tsukki's taunts—occasionally he'll even pass judgement on how successful tsukki was with his comebacks. and tanaka will just throw a jab back easily, which tsukki doesn't really seem bothered by either—tanaka never gets under tsukki's skin the way kageyama does, for example

and then we get a great little sequence like this one that's deliberately pointing out their differences and then using them to emphasize something more, and it's just so effective??

what tanaka goes through in the first set of the inarizaki match of feeling like he's not doing enough and having it shoved in his face that he'll never be the best, is like a speedrun version of what tsukki has been going through since he was in middle school when he found out his brother was lying about being the ace. there are these little subtle callbacks too—with the dichotomy of being lame vs cool (yamaguchi calling tsukki lame for not trying and tsukki thinking yamaguchi is cool for saying so), and furudate even uses the same visual metaphor of a never-ending staircase

it took tsukki years to realize he might be looking at things in a destructive way, and then months more after that until he actually saw the merit of trying—and then even here we can see that he doesn't find any of this easy. and tanaka basically does all of that in thirty minutes or so.

and while tsukki seems perturbed by this, he isn't mad at all. you can feel the respect tsukki is veiling behind his words in the first panel of the page when he calls him "ridiculously mentally tough." it's "frightening" to him because it's something that doesn't come naturally to him personally, when it obviously does for tanaka

of course it's important to note that the situations are completely different in terms of the catalyst for those feelings, tanaka didn't have some world-shattering event he's been struggling with since he was a pre-teen (that we know of). he just had an off day. but what i like is that the emphasis here isn't really about the circumstances, it's about their attitudes, how they each react to feeling down about themselves

and i just love the way furudate put this page in here. we just had this awesome sequence of tanaka scoring a well earned set point by doing a move he's been practicing for months after he spent all match feeling inadequate—sounds a lot like tsukishima winning set 2 vs shiratorizawa with a stuff block that was preceded by months of extra practices from him, but the reader (rightfully) isn't thinking about tsukki at all. until furudate gives us this conversation and we're reminded (not specifically or directly of tsukki's moment but) that this feeling is something other players, other people go through too. like, furudate didn't have to put this page in here, the chapter and tanaka's moment would have been just as epic without it, but i feel like it just adds this extra little emotional grounding to it

it just, it feels so human. getting down, being hard on yourself, feeling or even knowing you'll never be the best, everyone can relate—it's a storyline we've seen in haikyuu before but furudate always manages to make it feel not only fresh but satisfying because of how they present it to us with a new lens every time. tanaka and tsukki are so opposing in their character and actions that it makes their moments feel different and new, so it's just as cathartic for the reader every time, even though the underlying message is the same

whether it's hard or not, it's always cooler to try

[flyingwargle]

“coach! i brought my sister with me today!”

natsu squeaks and hides behind her brother as his teammates approach. she feels small against such professional players, but relaxes when bokuto catches her eye with a grin and raises his fists in the air. “hey, hey, hey, natsu-chan! long time no see!”

she gives a timid nod. miya leans forward, a finger wrapped around his chin. “followin’ in yer brother’s footsteps, eh? i bet ya also have an impressive spring in yer step.”

hinata grins. “of course, but her jump isn’t as high as mine!”

“given that she’s almost the same height as you despite being younger,” sakusa comments, “i wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case.”

“omi-san, you don’t have to be so blunt!”

coach joins them, his voice is warm. “it’s nice to meet you, natsu. we always welcome friends and family to our court.” when his eyes cut to meian and barnes, they turn away, whistling innocently. “your brother mentioned that you also play volleyball?”

“yes! i’m a wing spiker at niiyama girls’ high school.”

“natsu-chan,” miya pipes up, “lemme toss to ya later!”

meian claps his hands together. “let’s get back to work. natsu, feel free to watch from the sidelines. if you have questions, i’m sure our coaches can help.”

she nods and bows. “thank you for letting me watch!”

the players return to their warm-ups, and hinata leads her to the bench. foster calls for a huddle, and hinata pats her shoulder on his way over. “watch what your brother is made of!”

she barely has time to relax before a manager slides next to her, eyes shining. “we’ve seen a few family members come by, but you’re the first that also plays volleyball. are you here to get the inside scoop?”

“oh…i just wanted to visit and…” natsu trails off. “i guess i do want to see what it’s like, and if it’s something that i want to do.” despite being in her second year, the future remains at the forefront of her mind. she enjoys volleyball, the thrill of competition, the results of hard work, but she can’t help but wonder: what if her future lies beyond the court?

her brother knew that volleyball would remain central to his life when he was her age. natsu, though, doesn’t feel the same, although her coaches said she has a future as a pro. she likes studying too, and has briefly looked at universities with a good volleyball team. she knows some of hinata’s teammates went to university first, like sakusa and bokuto. some entered the v. league straightaway, like miya and kageyama. either way, they’ve gathered here at the top, wholeheartedly dedicated to the sport.

the players practice their serves. miya works on his jump floater-spike serve combo, and hinata also works on his jump floaters, along with meian. barnes, bokuto, sakusa, and adriah stick with jump serves, the ball traveling across the court with frightening speed. it’s impressive that inunaki can pick them up at all.

afterwards, they move to spikes. natsu has always been enraptured by spikers seemingly able to float in mid-air. when it’s her brother’s turn, he makes his approach and jumps, easily reaching the top of the net. his ball lands just before the end line.

practice ends all too soon, and as some players shuffle toward the locker room, her brother bounces toward her, ball in hand. “natsu! let’s play together! that’s okay, right, coach?”

he nods, warning not to overdo it. hinata grins at her, and she smiles back, taking her jacket off, reaching into her bag for kneepads and a hair tie. she joins him, along with miya, sakusa, and bokuto.

“natsu-chan!” miya calls out. “lemme toss to ya! if yer better than shoyo, i’m gonna ask coach to replace him with ya.”

“atsumu-san!” hinata yells indignantly. natsu laughs, squeezes the ball tighter in her hands. she stands away from him, already positioned at the net. does one of the best setters in japan really want to set for her?

“go for it, natsu-chan!” bokuto cheers.

she lets out her breath and focuses. tossing the ball in the air, she makes her approach. miya raises his hands, watches her out of the corner of his eye. then, he sets it. she jumps.

it’s not too high, nor too low. not too far from the net, not too close. it’s just…perfect. her arm swings down, the ball slamming to the floor. she lands with thundering applause from behind. “yep, both ya and yer brother are monsters,” miya comments, shaking his head.

“natsu! nice kill!” hinata has his hands up for a high-five. she slams her palms against his. “let’s play some 2-on-2! team hinata is here to beat all of you!”

“i’d like to see you try.” sakusa slinks under the net, along with bokuto. “miya, you can sit out first.”

“fine, but don’t cry ta me when ya get smoked by the sibs,” miya scoffs, moving off the court. natsu glances at her brother, who only gives her a reassuring thumbs-up.

for the rest of the afternoon, she feels like she’s in a daze. her brother sets to her, and although they aren’t like miya’s, it’s enough to get the ball from one side of the court to the other. her receives aren’t great, so sakusa often targets her, and hinata berates him for it. she manages to receive one of miya’s jump floaters though, but his spike serves go untouched, except when hinata receives them.

by the end of the session, they’re all drenched in sweat, heaving for air. natsu braces her hands on her knees, feels an arm slide around her. “how was it?” hinata asks.

“it was fun.” natsu straightens, watching miya stop bokuto from taking his shirt off, sakusa already halfway toward the locker room. “i could tell they were all holding back.”

“just a bit! atsumu-san never holds back with his serves though, and omi-san is always serious about his spikes. bokuto-san, though…you’re too young to receive his spikes at full power. your arms might fall off,” hinata says, half-serious. natsu still remembers the story of an unfortunate opponent that got hit in the face with one of his spikes. it dislocated his nose. “natsu, it’s okay if you don’t continue with volleyball.”

she jumps, caught by surprise by his words. her brother’s eyes are soft, hunched over slightly so they’re eye level with each other. “mom told me that you weren’t sure what to do after high school. you don’t have to go pro; there’re lots of teams you can join and play for fun! you could do what omi-san or bokuto-san did and go to university first and play there. or you could be like me and go halfway across the world. i’ll support you!”

“thanks, nii-chan.” natsu lifts her head, eyes scanning the stands that line the gym. if she retires her court shoes, would she miss the roar of applause, the sweet thrill of victory? if she surrenders her books, would she regret not having gone to university, not having something to fall back on? “i guess i’ll need to think about it more. but…”

her eyes drift to miya and bokuto, closer to the locker room entrance now. miya turns and shouts at them, telling them to hurry so they can get dinner. “i’m happy that you picked the jackals. everyone is so nice.”

“right? i’m sure wherever you go, you’ll also have people that’ll support you.” he points a thumb to himself. “that includes me, too!”

she laughs, turning to give him a hug. no matter what path she picks, she knows that volleyball will always connect them.

[tangosenpai]

Tooru Oikawa

Stressed out~04

Contains: light bdsm, friends w/ benefits, stress relief, hand cuff, light consensual non consensual (there is a safe word), praising, denial, over stimulation, top Oikawa, slight angst, fuck boy trope

kageyama is your brother(adopted or half)

(y/n)'s p.o.v

My legs squeezed together as Karusno was on their last set against Aoba Joshai. They were in the lead, thankfully. My hands clutch around the metal bar. Part of me wanted Aoba Johsai to win but I know that I should want Karusno to win. Since, ya know, my brother is Kageyama.

But I couldn't help it. Oikawa was sexy as hell, jumping up in the air. His brown hair flowing around his face as sweat dripped down the side of his forehead.

"YEAH EAT THAT, THAT MEAT BALL IS MY BROTHER!" Tanaka's sister screamed. I smile at her supportiveness.

"GO KAGEYAMA!" I shout, waving my arms up and down, my feet lifting up from the ground just a little. Kageyama looks up and a small smile spreads from his face.

Turning my eyes back onto Oikawa, I frown. His face frowns more, slightly holding an angrier expression. His deep brown eyes meet mine, making me tilt my head in confusion as hate swirls in them. His lips mouth words that I can barely make out from the distance I stand, but somehow I manage to do so.

'Punishment.'

My face flushes, turning my attention back to Kageyama. I'm in deep shit.

————

I wrap my arms around my brothers neck, pulling him closer to me.

"You did so great, Tobio!" I cooed, roughing his black hair.

"Hmph, (y/n)!" He groaned as I buried my face into his neck.

"What?! Baby brother!"

"You're only a year older than me!" His arms squeeze me closer. He was happy. I could tell. Kageyama wasn't someone who easily showed his emotions or affection. So getting a hug back made me even happier.

We break apart and Kageyama's team surrounds us.

'I threw a wish in the well

Don't ask me I'll never tell

I looked at you as I fell

And now you're in my way

Your stare was ho-'

My phone rang making a blush spread across my face. I look at the caller ID and mentally cursed. God damn it Oikawa, why'd you set the ringer to that?!

"I'll be right back." I told my brother landing a hand on his shoulder, removing myself from the group.

"Hello." I spoke through after pressing the green button.

"Hello, little cutie~" Oikawa's voice slithered into my ear. I shivered and groaned.

"What do you want?" I said, already tired of his bullshit.

"Wellllll........ Ya see, I lost and since I lost. You're mine for the night, understand?" Within five seconds Oikawa's voice went from his normal playful tone to a serious dominant one, making my legs squeeze together to get some friction. Damn, his dominance is hot.

"But they're cele-"

"You're going to come home with me tonight, understand? I'm waiting outside."

"Fine."

I hung up on him, shoving my phone into my jean pocket. I rolled my (e/c) eyes, walking over to the boys.

"Hey munchkin, I gotta go. I love you~" I ruffled his hair like I normally do, he turns to me frowning.

"Stop calling me that!" He groans, pouting his lips. "Besides why are you leaving? I wanted you to come celebrate with me.."

I frown. I did too. You know what? Fuck, Oikawa. I will go celebrate. I take my phone from my pocket, turning it completely off.

"Okay. I will." I looked at Kageyama, smiling at him.

///

I snuck under Sugawara's arm, throwing my hood up over my head, so I could sneak out unoticed. Suga sent me a look before pulling me closer.

"What is this about?" He whispered. I put my index finger to my lips, motioning to a 'shh'. He nods his head slowly.

As we come to the doors, I shove myself closer to him when Oikawa came into view. Oikawa's eyebrows furrowed in confusion when his eyes didn't see me. Thank goodness.

/:/

I shove the French fries in my mouth, humming in satisfaction.

"You're so weird, (y/n)." Tanaka remarks. I stuck my tongue out at him then countinue to shove fries down my throat. The salty taste dancing along the walls of my mouth. I hum in delight.

"Hey sis, us boys umm, well we want to go do our boy thing.. so...do you think you could see yourself home?" Kageyama asks turning to face me. I stop in my place, shooting him a smile, french fries sticking out of my mouth.

"Is oqa, ivm trider veanyway." I said still stuffing fries in my mouth. Sugawara takes out his phone, snapping a picture of me. I pout as laughs erupt from him. (its okay, I'm tired anyway)

"You have to send that to me!" Kageyama laughs making me pout even more.

"Fuga-seinfai, fhapt nop fair!" (Suga-Senpai, that's not fair!)

"You're so cute, (y/n)-chan!" Sugawara pokes my nose. I blush madly, gulping the last of my fries down, and smiling widely at him.

"Venture home safely... are you sure you're okay to walk yourself home, Kageyama-san?" Daichi asks, looking at me. I nod my head slightly, giving him a thumbs up.

"I'm good, I can call my friend to come get me."

"By friend... please don't tell me you mean Oikawa?" Kageyama asks. Sugawara frowns at the sound of that and looks at me with a sad look.

"I can walk you home, (y/n)-chan." Suga says, giving me a soft smile. I smile back and shake my head.

"No, no Sugawara-senpai. It's fine!"

"If you insist. Text me when you get home then, okay?" Sugawara says, patting me on the head. Daichi, Kageyama, and Sugawara turn around to catch up with the others.

"Be safe, Kageyama-san!"

"See you at home, (y/n)!"

"Text me when you get home, (y/n)-chan!"

////

I've been walking for what seems like hours. How long am I away from my house? I pull out my phone, turning it back on. My fingers slide against the cool screen as I type in a number.

"Look who finally called back."

"Sorry, Tooru-Senpai. I was celebrating with my brother. It was very important to him. I'm free now..."

"Hmm.... where are you? I'll come pick you up."

"I'm at that small restraunt, Rino's Joint...."

"Why are you that far away. You're about an hour away from your home. That's a three hour walk, (y/n)..... are you insane to be walking that late at night?"

"I was going to take a bus."

"I don't care. Either way it's dangerous... I'll be there as soon as possible."

I groan as he hangs up.

A couple minutes later and three drunk guys are headed towards me. I shrink into the little corner I was in as they got closer. I pulled out my phone, clicking on the first name that came to mind.

ButterFly💕🦋

There are three drunk

dudes coming my way.🥺

Sugamama❤️

Are you okay?

Is one trying to hurt you?

As I was about to reply, one of the men starts to cat call me. I look down, my phone still clutched tightly in my (s/c) frail hands.

"Well, look what we have here. A pretty little lady..." A man with shaggy brown hair, scruffed up face, and crooked teeth comes closer to be. I shrink down more in the corner. Oikawa, where are you?

"Woah, look she's scared.... even better..."

He moves in closer with his buddies behind him. My eyes trail a black car as it pulls up, automatically knowing who it is. I knee the man in the front and duck under the other two, scurrying to the car. I frantically open the door and slam it shut, locking it as I watch the men run towards the car. Without saying a word, Oikawa drove off, the men still chasing behind.

"I didn't take you as an idiot." Oikawa said, his eyes still on the road.

"I'm fine."

"You know what, that's what you say every single time. This is the seventh time this has happened in between Sugawara and I. What if we don't end up showing up next time, (y/n)!" Oikawa cursed as his eyes kept focused onto the road.

"I said I'm fine."

"Does Sugawara know?"

"Yes.."

"Have you texted him back or did you just leave him there to worry."

"Uhh..."

"For fuck sakes."

"Tooru-Senpai, you've never been so angry before."

"You know you're supposed to be my fuck buddy... that means I don't need you to die, okay? I can't just pick a random whore off the streets. First off bdsm has to be consensual.. second off stds.."

Wow... just a fuck buddy.

I can't believe I like someone who thinks I'm just a fuck buddy...

"Tooru?"

"Hmm?"

"W-will.. we ever be more than fuck buddies?"

"What do you mean?"

Is he dumb?

"Like well. Will we ever you know, date?

Or be together. Or like cu-"

"Sorry, (y/n) I don't like you like that."

"Oh.. okay..."

////

We walk through the door of his house, I breath in the smell of cinnamon and hot chocolate.

"Tooru? Are you home?" A feminine voice calls from the kitchen, walking through the door.

"Hello, Mrs. Oikawa!" I greet, bowing my head.

"(Y/n)! Oh how I've missed you! I'm baking some cookies, do you want to help?" Oikawas mother wraps her arms around me tightly, making it almost impossible for me to hug back.

"Mom, she's here because of my needs you can have her after."

"Ew... just hurry up alright. Poor girl, Tooru. You're going to hate it when she finds a real man."

Oikawa rolls his eyes, walking up the stairs with his hand wrapped around my wrist tightly.

"You're in for a big punishment."

I was sat on his bed, fiddling with my fingers while Oikawa was in his closet.

"So I have a new toy.." Oikawa speaks, stepping out of the closet, smirking devilishly. My eyes widen at the long thick purple dildo in his hands.

"But.. I... no."

"Hmm? I think I decide that, kitten." Oikawa says patting me on the head. I tilt my head slightly, looking into his brown eyes.

"Oikawa..."

"Hmm?"

"This will be our last time." I tell him. His smirk fell.

I will pick Sugawara. He will treat me right. Oikawa just wants me for sex, I can't let my feelings grow any further.

"You're in for a very big punishment then."

In a quick flash my back hits the bed, my arms are lifted up, and placed into the pink hand cuffs that are secured around the headboard. (Grab the headboard ;) )

Oikawas knuckles graze up my shirt and on my bare stomach, his finger slightly dipping in the hole of my belly button.

"Damn, you're so sexy..."

Oikawa's lips press gently onto my lower stomach right above where my jeans are. A cool wetness presses against my skin, slowly swirling its self in a circular motion. The feeling of my clothes restricting my body builds of aggravation in the pit of my stomach, making my body wiggle.

"Hmm...? Someone's becoming impatient." Oikawa hums, his hands slightly gliding down my legs.

"Tooru... I want more."

"You always want more, hmm? Such a greedy little slut, not that I'm complaining." Oikawa states, his left hand unbuttoning my jeans. He pulls the zipper down along with my jeans.

"Why are you so damn sexy?" Oikawa praises leave little kisses above my underwear. I shiver, the tingling sensation traveling up my back. Oikawa then pulls away, leaving me confused. He slides off the bed, trudging towards the closet. I tilt my head to the side as I can faintly see Oikawa through the crack of the door.

He walks back out, a worse looking smirk on his face.

"I got this toy for you, just to have you cut our strings off like that~ Hmm if you're going to leave, you're going to leave with a bang. What do I normally say? Oh right.. if you're going to hit it, hit it til it breaks." Oikawa soothes, stalking towards me.

I notice a black cloth that was held in his hands. My eyes widened, looking at him in shock. Blind fold.

"Oikawa.." I whisper as the black cloth brushes against my eyebrows slowly tightening around my head. Damn if this isn't hot.

Anticipation fills my stomach, waiting for Oikawas movements. With five minutes nothing has changed.

A throaty gasp leaves my mouth as a large thing presses hardly into my clothed entrance. It starts to move in small circular motions, my hips buck in almost an instant.

Oh. Fricking. Damn. It.

"O-Oikawa.."

"Someone's excited."

Fingers trace down my thigh as the large item starts to grind on my sex faster. Small gasps escape from my mouth, making me bite my lip in protest.

A finger swoops under the side of my panties, pushing them to the side. The large object is placed at my entrance, the rubber being pushed down into my wet sensation.

"O-oh shit!" I groan as the dildo is pushed all the way in, leaving a cramping like feeling in my slower stomach. Jeez, it's so big.

Within seconds it's pounding into me. A wet feeling is placed onto my clit, slowly sucking on it. Oikawa's tongue swirls onto my clit while his hand pumps the dildo into me roughly.

"AHH- OIKAWA IM GOING TO-"

It stops. All of it stops.

"Tooru.. that's not fair." I whine, rubbing my legs together to try and finish myself off. A loud slap rings around the room and within seconds of the sound, a growing sting sprouts on the outer side of my thigh.

"You will not cum until I say so, is that understood, kitten?"

"Yes, Oikawa."

"Good." Oikawa replies, his hand softly rubbing over where he smacked me at. "Oh. I'm sorry about your shirt and bra."

What?

A ripping sound echos off the walls making my blinded eyes widen.  Pain shoots from my nipple as teeth circle around it, pinching my nipple tightly.

"Ngh~" A slight moan escapes my lips.

Fingers dance around my clit, dodging it directly. A flutter of annoyance and desperation starts to swirl in my stomach making me groan in relentless.

"Oikawa, please?"

"Please what?"

"Please make me cum?"

"You asked for it."

All of a sudden two fingers plunge into my entrance, and a tongue at my clit. His tongues rotates it's self in a patteren as his digits curl inside me, moving in and out aggressively. Within seconds  loud screams escape my throat and I cum all over Oikawa.

Oikawa removes his fingers only to replace it with his tongue. He enters it in my entrance, swirling it around in a circle, and slowly sucking in. My hips plunge upwards, making his hands find the sides of them and roughly push them down. He sucks it in his mouth slowly and steadily. My body still being sensitive from the last orgasam starts to riot again.

"Ngh~ oh fuck, Oikawa.. please."

His tongue moves faster, making me cum all over. He starts to lap it up once more, making me whine at the sensitive bud.

"You will cum as many times as I want you too. Don't forget that." Oikawa says making me shiver in pleasure. "But lucky for you. I need to release inside of you right now."

"Inside of me?"

"That's your punishment."

But. I'll. Get. Pre-

"I don't care if you get pregnant. You wouldn't be the first."

Hurt boils in my stomach, as an aching feeling starts to shoot down my heart.

Well damn.

A 'zzz' noise is heard, making me cock my head to the side. What the he-

My underwear are ripped off within seconds and a huge cock is slammed into me.

"Ngh~"

Bright colors and Oikawa's face comes into vision as my blind fold was ripped off.

"You're going to look at me while I fuck you."

"W-what?"

Oikawa takes my chin into his hands, making my eyes meet his.

"You will look at me while I fuck you endlessly. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes."

"Good girl."

Oikawa pulls out only to slam even rougher into me. My hole feels violated as he roughly fucks me. But I enjoy it. I keep my eyes held within his, staring into the pool of brown.

His dick runs against my walls, sliding far in. His mouth latches onto the side of my neck, making his teeth graze against the side of it.

Oikawas pace grows faster, fucking me even rougher.

"Mm, fuck Kitten you're pussy is so tight." Oikawa groans loudly.

"Mmm! Oikawa I'm going to-"

"Me too!"

Oikawas seed decorates the walls of my sex. My pants grow less and my eyes shut close.

I'm sleepy.

///////

"Suga-Senpai." I whisper looking at him.

"Yes, (y/n)?" Sugawara glances at me, taking his ice cream cone away from his mouth.

"Well, I like you. A lot. An-"

"(Y/n)!" A loud voice yells from behind me. I then around looking at Oikawa. The man I cut off three weeks ago.

"Oh. It's you."

"(Y/N)!! Don't go with him... I-I love you."

[kanene-yaaay]

A Successful Hunt

Kanene’s notes: I just wanted to write some more of Shigeo and Ritsu being silly kids dfghjjhgfd. I am in a hurry rn so maybe some parts will be confusing, hope it’s still an enjoyable story tho. Thanks for your attention! I will be proofreading and posting it on AO3 later ^.^

Warnings: There is raspberries, nibbles and lots of mentions of ants and spiders in the beginning. Switch!Ritsu and Switch!Shigeo. Both Shigeo and Ritsu are small kids here. Around 1.000 words.

[~*~]

The door opens slowly, with a silent, almost inaudible screech.

The spider looks at the distracted prey. It’s an ant. Hardworking, organized, careful. Usually too much difficult to catch with a lowered guard, but today it is way too unaware of anything beyond the leaves on its clutch to realize the slow creep of the predator in its direction.

That is good, the spider internally celebrates. It has been watching the ant for days now (or maybe a few minutes, time doesn’t matter when you’re a spider) just waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

And the perfect moment arrived.

This will be a successful hunt. The spider can feel it, no sound following its steps as it gets closer and closer to its target. Today it will be able to have a big feast. A good meal. A fulfilling banquet.

Just a few meters and then the hunt will succeed.

The spider hides itself next to a crafty piece of wood, crouching, articulations bended and lightly wiggling its butt to prepare for one and only jump that will close the last half meter of distance between the arachnid and the arthropod and bring a sweet victory to the older one.

One of the hunter’s legs hit a rock on the crafty wood by mistake, bringing it to the ground with a sharp, loud clattering that echoes in the entire universe.

The ant’s head immediately turns to look at him.

The cover has been blown! It needed to be now! The spider jumps, landing on the soft cushion with a quiet ‘oof’ barely letting itself recover before quickly scrambling to pin the other to the comfy ground when it tries to run away with a characteristic high pitched squeak.

“Nonono! Not again! That is not fair, nii-san I was studying. Don’t!!”

The spider mouth opens, merciless, inescapable, inevitable. A perfect mirror of the cycle of life. Just one more move for a successful hunt. His head comes down, touching the vulnerable skin and-

“PTTBTBBHBTBHTBHPT”

Loud laughter fills the entire room. Ritsu tries to push his head away, legs kicking madly and body shaking with the force of his surprised laughter as his older brother refused to leave his stomach alone, smaller - but still equally deadly - raspberries following the first one, spreading across his sides and almost edging the spots right below his lowest ribs.

For a second all his brain could do was only blue screen, embarrassing high and uncontrolled giggles spilling non stop from his lips as his limbs trashed around without any purpose or coordination to protect himself from the surprise tickly attack that abruptly interrupted his homework.

He didn’t even do anything this time!

A curious nibble hit his rib.

“NO!” The shorter and younger Kageyama (his mom said that if Ritsu kept drinking milk and eating all his vegetables he would grow taller than Shigeo. His dad promised he would help him to style his hair with gel to give him a few more inches if her plan didn���t work) didn’t know that the tickles could get even tickler, however sudden snorts and crackles began to happily chase his laughter, more and more nibbles coming to attack all across his ribs, more enthusiastic and energetic, as if powered by the reactions they got. “Niihihihihisan you cahahahahan’t! PleheheheasEEK!”

Shigeo hummed proudly at his accomplishment, not realizing how such simple action lead to a sea of electric ticklish shocks to run across his sibling’s torso, but stopping the nibbles and raspberries anyway when the babbles of his brother became too incoherent and his hands tried once again to push his head away, a few fingers tugging at his hair painfully before he carefully untangled then.

(It was fine. Ritsu was his little brother. A little kid. And little kids don't know how to control their strength well. He could never get angry at his bro because of that.)

He smiled at Ritsu, proud for being a successful hunter and content with the mirth shining on his eyes and the big smile that was reflected right back at him.

Before, of course, his brother tried to hide it with a half-protesting pout that barely hid the way the cornerss of his mouth were still turned upwards.

“Nii-san! I was doing my homework, you can’t just interrupt me like that. Now I will have to start it all over again.”

Shigeo’s eyes widened, his smile disappearing and gaze focusing in all the notebooks that had been thrown around the futon with the ruckus, only now realizing what was happening when he was too caught on playing pretend to notice.

“I am sorry, Ritsu.” His shoulders came to his ears, ashamed. Ristu felt his own scolding pout lose its form. “I just came here becau-”

“REVENGE!”

His shout cut the older words, eyes becoming wide again, reactions too slow to stop Ritsu’s hands when they shot to grab his ankle, pulling at it so abruptly that it broke Shigeo’s balance, making him fall on the bed with another quiet ‘oof’. A half squeak and half surprised gasp being fished from his throat when fingers began running clumsily on his sole.

“R-Ritsu!” huffs and puffs began breaking free from his mouth, snickers, chuckles and snorts that made him hug his shoulders with how much they were bouncing with a joyful energy falling like a stream and dancing in the air. “Ehehehe!”

“I got you.” The younger one only felt the mischief expand in his chest when he began scratching the arch of the feet, letting his fingers concentrate there for a few seconds before getting bored and chasing the jumpy, giggly ‘eeep’s that appeared every time he slipped to scribble his fingers under his toes. “You need to pay more attention, nii-san! Or everyone will be tickling you all the time and you won’t even notice before it’s too late.” He huffed.

“B-but I like it!” Shigeo answered, amidst giggles, cheeks puffed and red spreading across his face as his laughter grew louder.

“Hm...” Ritsu thought a bit, changing to attack his knees when too many hiccups began taking over the air. Yelps jumped at every squeeze that was delivered to the new targeted tickle spot. “Then I will stop them if they tickle you too much!”

His voice was determined.

“Ohohohokay.” Shigeo felt his smile get bigger, looking at his little brother for a second before coming to a decision. He nodded. “Aahahand then I can t-tickle them too!”

Suddenly sitting, he hugged Ritsu, almost making them both fall on the bed when the younger yelped at the sudden movement and wobbly tried to squirm away, more laughter already painting his protests even before hands started drumming on his armpits.

“No more revenge! No more revehehehehe!” But still, he tried to control himself to not trash too much and hurt Shigeo.

In the end, he and his brother were very much alike.

More high pitched squeals. Both Ritsu’s uncontrollable loud laughter and Shigeo’s remanent huffed giggles filled the entire room in a playful, silly manner.

But Ritsu had a secret move. One that would guarantee his victory and buy himself time before he could make the perfect plan to get Shigeo back.

He resorted to the highest one in the hierarchy.

“MOHOHOHOM! NII-SAN IHIHIHIS TICKLING MEEK!”

Shigeo gasped, a mix of surprise and betrayal, tickling coming to a stop as both of them tried to not fall back in a mess of titters, waiting for the answering shout of their monarch.

“YOU TWO STOP PLAYING AND COME GET YOUR SNACK BEFORE IT GETS COLD! SHIGEO, I ASKED YOU TO GO GET YOUR BROTHER, NOT START FOOLING AROUND.”

The shout was a mix of fondness and exasperation that only mothers could make. They got up, legs wobbly and left over snickers yet following their every move.

Shigeo squeaked when a finger poked his side, turning around just in time to see Ritsu smiling at him before running away through the door, a “Coming, mom!” being left behind.

Shigeo blinked twice before realizing what was happening and quickly - and still clumsily - following his brother, trying to be careful to not hit the walls with the sharp turns and squeaky floorboards.

The spider and the ant raced to the kitchen.

[scorpionatori]

My Top 5 Anime Characters

(sorry, pochita isn’t on the list he’s just my mascot)

5. Denji - Chainsaw Man

Denji often gets written off as a horny pervert teenage boy character, but to me he is the best character in Chainsaw Man and one of the best shounen protagonists out there. I actually appreciate how Denji’s sexuality was handled in the series as it’s a very important aspect of his character and the story. Denji is a child who was almost completely deprived of every basic need. He barely even had enough to get by without starving to death. He was abused by pretty much every man he knew, and he is inherently distrustful of them. On the other hand, Denji is desperate for a nurturing motherly figure and this leads to him latching onto almost every woman he meets, Makima in particular. This leads to him being taken advantage of and even groomed. While other protagonists are driven by some noble goal, Denji is someone who is completely driven by very basic human needs and desires - food, shelter, and sex. He’s happy as long as he has his needs and desires met. I think this makes him a very interesting and compelling protagonist, and it’s interesting that the story revolves around a boy who’s been used and abused his whole life ultimately breaking free and trying to learn how to live his own life. He is not your typical noble savior protagonist, and I love that he’s driven by such raw and human needs and desires.

4. Asuka Langley - Neon Genesis Evangelion

I love the tragedy of Asuka’s character, and it frustrates me that so many people just reduce her to a bratty child. She’s a young girl whose entire view on life is that she has to be the best at what she does. She displays very narcissistic qualities: desperately needing praise and approval constantly, drawing attention to herself whenever she can, and having a fragile self esteem that fluctuates between very high and very low. Her identity is so tied into being the best pilot that she’s very threatened by her two peers, and when she starts struggling and failing it completely ruins her. It’s heartbreaking to watch her big spiral into despair and self hatred, and to me her deep-seated fear of failure and not being good enough at her chosen skill hit very close to home.

3. Shigeo Kageyama - Mob Psycho 100

Mob is a beautifully written character. Of all the characters out there who have emotional repression issues tied into suppressing their special abilities, he is definitely my favorite. Mob is traumatized because of his abilities. He lost control and his little brother got hurt. He became so focused on not relying on his powers that he even deeply suppressed his own emotions (as his emotions tie into his powers and how strong they are). Mob became incredibly socially awkward and detached, to the point Dimple even describes him as livestock. The most beautiful part of the story to me is how he learns to accept the part of himself that he tried to deny because he was scared. He split off from the part of himself he found frightening and tried to hide it away. The ending arc where this other side of him gets out of control is terrifying and heartbreaking, and yet he’s finally able to truly accept and embrace all of himself by the end.

2. Osamu Dazai - Bungo Stray Dogs

Dazai quickly earned the right to be my favorite character I’d truly consider “morally gray”. Despite providing comic relief with his behavior and personality and antics, he reveals himself throughout the series to be actually quite terrifying. As a former mafia executive, Dazai was ruthless, cold, detached, and manipulative. He committed many crimes for the Port Mafia and was even violently abusive to his former apprentice. Something that interests me about him is that he didn’t really change too much after leaving the mafia and joining the agency. He’s still kept a lot of the same views and he didn’t have some big redemption arc by leaving the bad organization. Unlike a lot of characters who have a dark past but become heroes, Dazai seems to have no remorse for the bad things he did. But his dying friend told him it’s more beautiful to live a life where you save and help people, and this caused him to change the kind of life he wanted to lead. He was attracted to the violence of the mafia, hoping to find some meaning in existence by being around raw human desires and behaviors, but even in this he found no purpose in living. So, after his friend’s words, he made the choice to go down a better path, because if both paths give no inherent meaning to life, you may as well choose the one that doesn’t hurt people. He’s still manipulative and has a very nihilistic worldviews, but he ultimately chose to be on the side that exists to save people. To me, he’s an interesting study of how a change of a person’s environment can influence external behavior, even if it doesn’t completely change who a person is deep down inside. He’s still the same person he was, but he no longer lives a life spent hurting other people. He’s a very complex and human character who can neither be labeled good nor bad.

1. Natori Shuuichi - Natsume’s Book of Friends

Although some people found him unlikeable (can’t relate), it didn’t take long for Natori to become my favorite character in Natsume’s Book of Friends, and just my favorite anime character in general. Despite having some moral gray areas, he’s overall a good and caring person who is very dedicated and protective of others. He’s often been criticized for his tendency to lie and deceive others and have some manipulative moments, but this is part of what makes him interesting to me. In my opinion, he undergoes the most change and growth throughout the series, going from a manipulative and deceptive person who desired more power and status in his community to someone who wants nothing more than to protect the people he cares about. He is very well written, his backstory episode easily being one of the best episodes in the entire series. I love the comic relief he provides while at the same time being very complex and deep. As much as it pains me that a lot of people disliked him so much, I think the fact people couldn’t decide on what kind of person he was proves his complex and intriguing writing. He’s very much a product of his abusive and neglectful environment and being ostracized from others, but he develops a safe and healthy friendship with someone who truly cares about him, and it causes him to undergo a lot of personal growth. I would personally love an entire series just about his life from being a teenager to being a young adult in the exorcist community and the changes he underwent. He’s truly a character deserving of his own series.

[thefandomcassandra]

Champion (14/19): Have Sympathy for Me

cham·pi·on — /ˈCHampēən/

(n) - a person who fights or argues for a cause or on behalf of someone else

(v) - support the cause of; defend — "I don't want these powers. They're too much."

Reigen said he would bear any burden too big for Mob.

Standing next to Reigen at the moment was like trying to walk parallel to the shore while the tide beating away at him. It was nauseating, the smell of tobacco and melting plastic. It left Teru feeling battered and bruised, psychically sore.

He had to soldier on, however. If not for little brother, then for Kageyama.

If Claw had Ritsu then...

(A car and some men. They have scars on their faces. They have colors too. They talk like Teru is a find, like he's special—of course Teru is special, mommy and daddy say Teru is the specialist little boy in the world—but they mean it wrong. One of the men—Teru can't remember much but he knows this man had a mustache—uses his red to hold Teru in place. The mustache man talks to the other man about breaking him. He talks about how Teru will never go home, that Claw will be his home. He wants his mommy but his mommy isn't special and she isn't here, so Teru has to save himself.)

(He always has to save himself.)

Teru shook that thought off, focusing on the thread of power that had touched the Scars holding Ritsu hostage. He couldn't get lost in the mire of his own mind, he had to be present. He had to be useful.

He had to make sure little brother didn't have to save himself.

"Are you sure you don't want my shoes?" It was the third time Reigen had broached the subject.

"No thank you." It was the third time that Kageyama refused him.

Reigen sighed and a wave of power nearly bowled Teru over. Regret, an argument, a shattered photo of a family. "Okay. Just...be careful where you step. Injuring your feet can be very dangerous if left untreated. Make sure you wash off when you get home."

When, not if.

(The sentiment was not echoed in Reigen's aura. Embers burning holes in sleeves. A sharp, acrid, smoke-filled inhale that degrades into a coughing fit. A sword in his back, a rock on his chest, sinking beneath the waves.)

"We'll be there soon. I'll try and take us through grass to help with that," Teru offered.

"Thank you, Hanazawa." Kageyama's praise filled Teru with a bubbly warmth that contradicted the icy fear that was driving all of them.

"Of course." Why wouldn't he help? Kageyama was the reason he had stopped his delusional rampage. Reigen was why Kageyama was the way he was. Little brother was new, barely used to his powers, and for all he and Teru butted heads, he was younger than Teru. He was a kid. Teru couldn't say no. He shouldn't say no.

The endless sea of Reigen's aura washed against Teru, pounding his shoreline to dust. When he exhaled, he swore his breath glittered with glass and regret. The tether he had to the Claw members' auras fractured and warped, its ripple being consumed by the kaleidoscope of Reigen's green and pink. He was worried. He was furious. He was ashamed.

"It won't be as bad as you're thinking." Both Reigen and Kageyama stared at Teru. He flushed slightly beneath their gaze. "I mean, when we find little brother. Claw isn't going to hurt him. They can't afford it."

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[eclairia-monarch]

Protector [1] | 聖臣 Sakusa X f!reader

I’m such a simp for these haikyuu men, like, why are they literally so URG!? with how many ideas I have in mind, this is definitely a series from the get-go LUL (yes I'm a twitch frog, join our donut community [ALBSTERZ] for genshin, FFXIV & variety content!)

word count: approx. 2.4k words

summary: Sakusa only wanted to focus on volleyball and had no time for romance, but what would he do if you, his long term crush that he himself didn’t realize, was in grave danger? 

warning: might or might not have typed this after not sleeping for 2 days so... also kinda sad that dummy social is removed from app store *cries* who knows a similar app PLS HELP | also, you cannot tell me this post doesn’t scream Sakusa-

disclaimer: all but the story plot and twitter edit belong to their rightful artist/author.

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“Omi-san! Pleaseeeee!”

“For the 74th times, no.”

“Wow, talk about cold,” Atsumu laughed, watching as Hinata slumped in defeat after pestering Sakusa for 1 week straight. 

“Nah, talk about rejection,” Bokuto commented, laughing, slipping on his hoodie. 

“I think you mean desperation,” Inunaki added, watching as his opposite hitter trial behind the outside hitter. Meian wanted to sigh into his hands, his eyelids were going crazy trying to stay sane. For the last seven days, the Miyagi boy has been asking the ravenette to fetch you, Kageyama’s younger sister, from the airport. You had been overseas for so long and recently coming home, with Osaka being your stop since you were moving to Kansai.

The thing was, you were okay with taking public transport, but Kageyama was adamant about not letting you do that. Atsumu volunteered eagerly, but was quickly shut down by your brother, saying he was more afraid of the faux blonde being near his sister than letting her go overseas alone. Bokuto would love to fetch you, but he has his entire day booked with interviews and photoshoot on the very day you were set to arrive. The poor owl boy sulked for a few hours, until Hinata relayed the message that you would pay the team a visit to stop his sulking. Hinata, of all people, would love to pick you up from the airport too! 

If he had a freaking car-

Which was why the only one left was Sakusa. 

It wasn’t as if he disliked you, nor did he like you because to be fair, he barely knew you. Honestly, Sakusa didn’t even remember Kageyama having siblings, since his behaviour indicated him being more of an only child. When Hinata listed out all the positive traits about you to convince him, Sakusa only stared at his teammate and wondered if he was getting set up into a blind date or something. But he seriously just wanted to be alone on his off day-

“Just pick and drop us off. I promise, she’s super hygienic! In exchange, 1 month supply of Lysol.”

“Give me the time of her arrival details and the drop-off address,” Sakusa said immediately in reply.

“YOU ARE MY LIFE SAVIOUR!” Hinata exclaimed, and quickly sent the details over to Sakusa in seconds. 

Sakusa rolled his eyes and looked at the message he received. You were set to arrive tomorrow 9:25 am in Kansai International Airport via Japan Airline, and it was a direct flight from Heathrow. Gosh, Sakusa could never do that. Just imagine the amount of germs in that still air for over 12 hours with a bunch of strangers and their god-knows-what bacteria. 

“Oh, and this is the address that [y/n] is headed to!” Hinata smiled, dropping another text to Sakusa so that he can plan his route and its details. The ravenette glanced at it, and saw that the area that you were staying was just a few minutes away from their home base. Well, then planning a proper driving route wasn’t that big of a deal for him now.

“Alright, now that we’ve settled the situation with Hinata’s girlfriend, can we all go home now?” Meian asked with a clap, to which the ginger head retorted that you were just his favourite junior that helped him a lot when he was in Brazil, so this was just a small favour.

“I remember she was quite the cutie back then,” Atsumu mused aloud, “but Tobio-kun refused to let me get her number. Wonder how she’s grown up?” A cheeky smile grew on the faux blonde as he walked out of the locker room with Bokuto, Hinata, and Sakusa.

“She’s super cute, too!” Bokuto added in. He remembered meeting you when he dropped by Fukurodani during their summer training camp after graduation, and met you being mentored by Yachi. It seemed you got along with Kenma and Akaashi due to having similar energy. “You’re lucky you get to see her first, Sakusa! But I’m going to buy her all her favourite snacks, so I’m going to be her number one!”

“That doesn’t make sense, and I don’t care,” Sakusa sighed and made his way to his car. He sanitized his car handle before quickly getting in. He didn’t care about how you viewed him—he highly doubted you even remember him anyway. You two barely interacted aside from polite greetings once or twice during competitions. And it appears you were overseas upon graduating, so you probably met a handful of people that were more interesting.

~~~~

“Thank you, Omi-san! Kageyama said he’ll send you a month’s worth of hand sanitisers,” Hinata informed, and Sakusa nodded.

“Guess it’s fine to do this favour.” 

They soon reached the airport, and after parking his car, the two guys made their way to your arrival gates. It wasn’t a long wait and soon Hinata jumped on his feet multiple times, waving at you. Sakusa looked up as well, and his eyes widened by a fraction. He knew Bokuto called you cute, but right now you were more than that.

You were cute, yes, but your eyes were so beautiful and innocent. With the face mask that you were wearing, it only made your eyes even more prominent and bright. Your outfit was quite tasteful as well. You had a cream turtle-neck along with a pair of skinny jeans, accompanied by a long coat and boots. 

You smiled widely underneath your mask, finally seeing your senior after so long, and net to him was Sakusa. Your heart might have stopped for a second as you realized just how amazing he looked. However, you haven’t forgotten your manners and so you removed your mask to reveal your face.

“Welcome home, [y/n]! Hope your flight was okay?”

“Glad to be home. And yeah, I managed to fly business class so it was tolerable. Thank you for fetching me Hinata, Sakusa-san. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

“No way! Right, Omi-san?” Hinata asked, but he was met with silence. The ginger turned around and stared at Sakusa, which broke the latter from his daydream.

“It’s fine, you stay near our gym anyway, plus I highly doubt Kageyama will let anyone else fetch you,” the ravenette explained, scolding himself for getting distracted by your face. What the hell, he was starting to become weird. He must be staying near Atsumu for far too long.

“Oh, is that so?” You laughed softly at the coincidence, “then I guess we can all hang out.”

Hinata reached over and grabbed your luggage, asking if you were hungry. You easily decipher his hidden message, knowing he must have woken up and left home with an empty tummy. 

“Oh, sooo hungry,” you said teasingly, “where do you guys want to go? My treat, of course. Sakusa-san, I hope this arrangement is okay? I understand if you have other plans for the day, you can just drop me and Hinata off and go about your day?”

Something about this offer you presented made Sakusa a little annoyed, and he shook his head. “It’s fine, we can go grab breakfast together.” 

Together, he liked the sound of that.

“Eyyy, let’s go!” Hinata cheered.

Right, he’s here too...

But because none of you had any idea what to get, the three of you settled for the most basics of basics and headed to Kansai University’s Starbucks to grab a quick bite. On the way, you and Hinata were animatedly catching up; well, more like Hinata asking about your life in Kingston University. 

Could have sworn Bokuto said she was a quiet type. Must be because of Hinata, was what he thought to himself.

Although he wasn’t one for loud noises, he can’t say he hated it when you speak so fondly of your time in school. Still, he felt his stomach churning at the fact that Hinata brought out this side of you. Even in his limited memories of you, none of them gave him the impression of you being so talkative.

He chopped it up to him being hungry and acting differently due to hunger.

“Oh, and I got to see Alisa-san a few months ago, too. How can someone look so good without even trying? I felt like a peasant standing next to her, they were totally judging…!” You gasped, clasping your cheeks as you remembered how much Alisa clung to you whilst people stared, and you were so self-conscious about your appearance.

“Alisa-san is very pretty, but you are, too! I’m sure people were staring because you and Alisa-san looked so good together!” Hinata grinned, and you felt your face heating up at such a compliment. 

“Quit lying! You know they’re just looking at Alisa-san! Anyway!” You tried to change the topic after noticing a certain ravenette stealing glances at them.

To say Sakusa’s eyes narrowed into a slit thinner than a venomous viper was an understatement.

But why?

~~~~

“This place is so nice!! I guess being a popular streamer like Kenma has its perks, huh!” Hinata exclaimed and awed, looking at every corner of your fully furnished house. Thanks to the moving company you hired, they perfectly set up your home as how you detailed and presented in a few documents you sent to them. 

Your new dwelling was in Nukatacho, Higashiosaka. A pleasant 2LDK house in a charming neighbourhood for ¥16,800,000 (≈ USD $130K). Since it was your very first home, it did seem expensive. Initially, this abode was at the bottom of your list because of the price, but Tobio told you to just purchase it, with him paying half of the house as a gift to you. On top of your own income you made as a VTuber, and having your own successful merch line, this house suddenly shot up to your first choice.

“I’m lucky to have my brother’s help with this too,” you laughed as you came down from your bedroom after removing your coat. You opened up your house for invitation to MSBY, stating that they were welcome to visit after their training, since you guys found out that your home was lesser than half an hour drive away from their training gym. 

“Awesome! Atsumu-san and Bokuto-san will love to! I think we better leave so that you can rest up, okay? Just text me if you need anything!” Hinata waved and gave you a hug before removing the house slippers, heading out the door.

“Rest well,” Sakusa did the same and went to his car, ready to send Hinata home and to catch up on his deep cleaning for the month.

Once they left, you mindlessly went to your sofa and plopped down. “...Rest well...” You mumbled the two words spoken to you as Sakusa’s face surfaced in your mind. You bend forward and groaned. You knew he became even more handsome after watching his matches but seeing him in person? Lord you hoped you were not acting weird in his eyes.

You decided not to dwell in things that already happened and went to turn on music from your sound system before going around to inspect your new home. Your family actually came to make sure everything was done correctly, and every aspect of the house was properly furnished but you just wanted to make sure since you were going to live alone now. Your closest kin was Tobio, but with him being in Kodaira, you would have to spent close too ¥16,000 and 5 hours to even visit.

No thanks.

At first your parents asked why stay in Osaka of all places when you could go back to Miyagi. The housings there were bigger and cheaper, plus familiarity isn’t such a bad thing but they should have known Miyagi wasn’t your first choice. It’s not that you had bad memories in your hometown, but you just wanted to move somewhere else. It wasn’t that big of a deal, honestly, but maybe your parents felt somewhat guilty about not having spent enough time with their kids growing up because they were both working hard to provide for three children.

Evening came sooner than you expected after having spent your entire day setting up your office, the only place that was left untouched on your request since you wanted to revamp it. With your work now revolving around online and merchandise, you figured a minimalistic aesthetic would help and thus working on it, wanting it to be a room that doesn’t stress you out no matter how hard you worked; you knew how surroundings would affect your mental state. You were a fast worker, despite getting a few calls in between from your family and friends. 

Your phone rang with the caller ID of Hinata this time and you unknowingly groaned, dropping to the floor ungracefully. You were so tired and hungry but you have no food since you family couldn’t buy any groceries when they dropped down, not when your refrigerator wasn’t sent.

You picked up the call after a few ring, hearing your senior’s energetic voice on the other side. 

“[y/n]! Bokuto ended his photoshoot and was wondering if you wanted to go grab some shabu-shabu together? Atsumu-san can pick you up!”

“Oh no it’s fine! I stay near the train station anyway so just tell me the address and I’ll meet you guys!” You said, slowly getting up from the floor to get ready.

“Awesome! I’ll text you right now!”

You received the address of the restaurant, Kisoji, and noticed that it was also near a train station. You smiled at the convenience , not needing to worry about getting lost.

“We’re meeting in an hour’s time, see you!”

“Got it,” you nodded. After hanging up, you took a quick shower and changed into denim shorts and an oversized turtleneck pullover before making your way out once you made sure all your valuables were stored in your handbag.

The train ride was horrible with the rush hours and you honestly believed packed sardines were not even as pressed up as you were during the entire ride. Maybe you should have ordered a car right instead but you just told yourself that you wanted to experience it once, at least. 

And it was safe to say you hated it so from now on, you were only getting a car ride.

“Ah! It’s [y/n]-chan!” Atsumu was the first time spot you and waved. Aside from the setter, you saw Hinata and Bokuto as well, but Sakusa was nowhere to be seen. Were you disappointed? Just a tad bit, but seeing the rest was just as great. You were definitely going to post about this meeting on twitter just to watch your brother freak out finding it out on twitter.

“Thank you for the food!” You four echoed before digging in and catching up.

Fun fact/trivia:

I actually didn’t see the address of the apartment I chose for [y/n] until I compared it on Google Maps with MSBY’s home base and noticed they were in the same area. It’s complete coincident! So… it's meant to be *Kappa*

If you are interested, this is the house [y/n] is staying in 

2LDK refers to 2 bedrooms, a living room, dining room and a kitchen

Yes [y/n] streams after she kept getting invited to co-op with Kenma and gained a huge fanbase

Kenma, Alisa and Lev promoted the fucccccck out of [y/n]’s channel and she started earning fat stacks in her first year of university

Yes, Tobio freaked out

[truly-morgan]

[Age Swap, Mob buy a fox hybrid on impusle (18+)]

MobRei | Mob Psycho 100 Age Swap AU 03-06-2023

[#mobrei, Master/slave, Age Swap, Fantasy AU]

Mob's skin was nearly crawling at the fact that he was actually walking around the market.

The slave market.

"I'll be away for a while, you haven't found anyone to help run the shop, just get a slave" Ritsu had suggested, to which Mob wondered if he should be worried and distressed at the fact he had even suggested that. Where had his little brother who wanted to help the people in need gone to?

Mob couldn't shake the thought that maybe he could have ended up there too had he not been lucky to never lose their parents when he was very young. He was pretty sure that his powers would have been seen as very interesting to exploit. Now he was safe as an adult, but still.

"This is a waste of time, you know you won't get... anyone" Mob thought to himself.

he had already spent longer than he thought he would ever do really.

As he was about to exit the market his eyes caught the sharp one from a young hybrid teenager, a fox if he was right. Before he could move away the teenager was already making way towards him, nearly at the ends of his chains.

"Hello mister! What are you looking for? I can do many things!" the boy assured him, sounding strangely cheerful for the position he was in.

"Just someone to help around my shop" Mob replied, still a bit taken aback by being approached like this, "Someone that can help keep track of the request we get and help on jobs".

"I can read and count!" the blond assured him, "And I may not look it, but I am very strong" he grinned.

"It's not really about fo-"

"Good evening Mister, Are you interested in one of my boys"

A man suddenly came up to them, Mob assuming he had to be the seller.

"I was just passing by" Mob replied.

The man then turned towards the teenager, complaining to him about once again bothering passersby to try and get sold. "I'll never get rid of you" the man mumbled.

"Then just let me go" the teenager grumbled to himself, only to look panicked when the man clearly heard him.

Mob couldn't help but step back in, stopping the man from hitting him for "talking back".

"on second thought, I'll take him" he blurted out.

Everything else went by rather quickly, Mob hadn't quite processed what he had just done.

"This is a good choice mister" the man laughed while slapping Mob's back, "Little hybrids like this are very popular and flexible, I make sure to train them well".

Mob's skin crawled at the touch, feeling a bit confused about the meaning behind the man's words. He barely acknowledged him anymore than with a nod, already walking away.

He could hear quick footsteps following him, although he only felt like going back to the shop for now.

Only once they arrived did he realised what he had done, which only made him feel really bad all of a sudden. He had stepped in to help the little fox, but he hadn't really meant to take him back home with him.

"My name is Arataka Reigen" he suddenly heard behind him, nearly making him jump. He turned around quickly, watching the teenager stand near the counter.

"Shigeo Kageyama" he replied after a moment.

Silence then settled between the two of them, until the teenager finally started talking again.

"Is there something you'd like me to do, master?"

Mob felt horrible at being called that, shaking his head. "I was closing shop early today, there isn't anything to do for now" he replied, "Also, don't call me master," he asked.

Reigen looked a bit surprised at that, although he still happily nodded at the request.

Then Mob noticed something around his neck, making him frown. as if instinctively, Reigen quickly covered it with his hand, looking away.

"This is just a spell so I cannot run away, I can hide it if you don't like it".

Worse, Mob wanted it gone. "Come here" he waved, watching as the teenager carefully came closer. He clearly tensed when Mob placed his hands gently over the printed shackles, mumbling to himself as he worked to pull the spell off.

It took longer than he would have liked to, but at least now it was gone. "Here, now you can go wherever you wanna go" Mob simply stated.

Reigen sure looked surprised at the fact he had taken away the restraint put on him so he wouldn't be able to run away from his new master.

"The living space is behind the shop and on the second floor" Mob then explained, already making his way towards the inside.

The young man looked even more surprised to be let to live so freely inside the house too, no restriction put on him aside from cursed things not to touch since Mob had yet to purify and clean them.

Mob had half expected for the young hybrid to just run away now that he had been set free with no way to be tracked.

Yet he stayed.

He was an eager learner and picked up rather quickly all the things Mob was teaching him. He even took on calling him "Shisho", which was far better than the master that would still slip at times.

But Mob couldn't shake away the weird impression he had at times, feeling like Reigen wanted something more.

He always be up in his space, touching him in ways that bordered on the acceptable. Mob felt even weirder for interpreting some of his jokes as flirting with him, shaking the thought away really quickly.

Yet the more he ignored him, the worse it seemed to get, and the more insistent Reigen would get.

"Wait, wait! Arataka what are you doing?!" Mob asked, lap full of half-naked Reigen.

"Shisho won't let me thank him properly for saving me, you always push me away" Reigen replied, straddling him and keeping him from getting off of the bed Mob had been reading in.

"I promise you, you do not need thank me, not like this either" Mob assured him, unsure where to put his hands. "Plus, who told you that you need to do this to thank someone properly?".

There was a pause as Reigen simply looked away, hands nervously fidgeting with the buttons of the shirt he had clearly stolen from the older man.

"The people who trained me after I was sold to them" he replied, "They told me this was how I should thank my master, they trained me and showed me what I needed to do".

The air suddenly grew heavy, the poor hybrid shrinking where he was sitting over him.

Mob felt suddenly really angered. "They did what to you?" he asked, now feeling like tracking down those corrupted (or more than he already thought) Marchands.

Reigen started to panic a little bit, having already noticed that the older man's power could get a bit out of control when he was mad. "They didn't do anything to me!" he quickly replied, grabbing onto the man's sleeping shirt, scared that he would go away somehow, "They just gave me things to use and to watch others do so I could learn, they said an untouched virgin was more interesting for people" Reigen explained.

His shaky hands still wouldn't let go of Mob, unsure what to do now that he had made him mad. At least his word of reassurance somewhat calmed him down, although he didn't look fully back to his usual calm demeanours.

Mob ended up taking a deep breath, large hands gently grabbing Reigen wrist to make him stop holding onto him.

"I'm still going to refuse" Mob replied, "I do not need you to do something you don't want to do just to thank me, there's no need to apply whatever was thaught to you"

"But I-"

"I said no" Mob stated again.

Reigen immediately stopped, looking defeated instead, fluffy ears hanging low. "I get it" he murmured, slowly getting off of him.

A little while later Mob decided to try and check on Reigen, but when he got to the room he was occupying he heard quiet sobbing and decided to stop. He wasn't sure how to deal with this and was sure Reigen would recover it. Maybe he had mostly spooked him earlier

with his reaction and he was upset that Mob refused to let him do whatever he had been taught before.

The following days were rather awkward at first, the events still hanging heavy in the air. Reigen had even stopped doing all the odd touching. Although Mob couldn't help to worry about how tired he looked.

Until one morning he couldn't find Reigen at all after his earlier morning errands. He looked everywhere in the house yet no sigh of him, not until he reached his room.

He heard some sobbing and whimpering, the floor in front of his closet looking like a mess.

He carefully opened the door, finding Reigen buried in a pill of his clothing and blanket, looking sick. "Arataka, is everything okay?" he asked, trying to reach out to him.

the young man only pulled away with a sob, curling himself around the pillow some more, hip rutting a little bit. Only then did Mob realised that Reigen seemed to be wearing barely anything but one of his shirt, once again.

"don't" Reigen mumbled, "I don't want shisho to hate me for touching me".

"What are you talking about," Mob asked, rather confused.

"Shisho doesn't want to touch me," Reigen said, ears drooping down even more somehow, "am sure someone like shisho hates that I was trained like a pros-"

"wait, hold on" Mob stopped, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I never said anything like this".

"But you don't want to sleep with me" Reigen cried.

"Because I don't want it to be a transaction of some sort just because you want to thank me" Mob sighed.

"But I like shisho," Reigen said, a quiet moan escaping his mouth as he moved his hips some more. This made Mob realised what might be happening, now only focusing on Reigen's face. "I only used the thank you as an excuse because I didn't think shisho would like me too".

Mob sighed at this, feeling like it would have been less complicated if the young man had been direct with him.

"You should just have told me that" he stated.

"Then would you have slept with me?" Reigen asked, Mob silence being enough of a reply, making look even more pitiful.

Mob wasn't sure what to do to cheer him up, nor to help him. He didn't have anything that Reigen could safely use on himself to help nor anything he could take (he hadn't thought about this being the time of the years were it happened for hybrids).

As he looked over Reigen his eyes strayed a little bit over his body. While he had not picked up Reigen for that reason (far from it) he would be lying if he said he didn't see charms in him. Plus, the young hybrid had said he would soon turn 17, so he was nearly an adult (although Mob knew he was telling himself that only to make himself feel better). IF he were to accept now, he knew he would do so later on.

But it could help Reigen feel better...

"Alright, I'll help you" he offered him before he could change his mind.

Reigen looked slightly unsure, but seeing the smile on the older man's lips and the extended hand was enough to convince him. He wasn't going to spit on the opportunity.

Mob was surprised when he was pulled into the closet, the exact opposite of what he had intended (aka getting Reigen out of the closet). The way was warm and thick, smelling like arousal. The warmth only got worst when Reigen was on top of him again, rutting against his crotch.

"What do you... want me to do?" he asked, unsure what to do exactly to help him.

"Touch me" Reigen whined, grabbing his wrist to put one over his ass, the other at his chest.

Mob was a bit surprised by how hard his nipple were, tentatively rubbing his thumb over one. He assumed he did good when it got a moan out of the fox who pushed his chest even closer to his hand.

He continued playing with them, his other hand instead trying the base of his tail. he knew this had to be a sensitive part.

And sure enough, this got an even better reaction out of him. he continued doing the same for a while, until one of his foot bumped onto a vial on the floor. He used his power to bring it closer, realising it had a clear liquid inside. He then felt the young man hide against his chest, looking even redder than before.

He could easily guess what this vial was, although he wondered who had sold it to him.

the hand at the base of his tail then travelled lower, which sure enough, he found how slick Reigen's hole was already.

Two of his fingers slipped inside easily, pulling a louder moan out of Reigen who rocked against them. Soon after he felt him clench around, shaking over him.

"Is this enough?" Mob asked, hands having stopped moving as the young man recovered over him, breath still heavy.

But it only took one movement of Reigen's hips to realise he wasn't, the hybrid even shaking his head. "I'm still hot all over, more" he whined.

So Mob continued, more fingers pulling in and out of the young man, trying to move with how he was rutting against him.

The older man did his best to ignore his own erection, Reigen visibly more important there. Although Reigen didn't seem to agree.

He was forced to stop when Reigen pulled too far for him to keep going, unable to really stop him when he started taking his pants off. He soon found himself dick out, Reigen straddling him again, his own erection pressing against his.

"Shisho is so big" the young man commented, Mob wondered if he was just delirious from his rut or something like this. If it were him, he would say that Reigen was the one a bit smaller than what he would assume the average.

But it was soon not the matter anymore, Reigen moving again to sink in one smooth move onto him.

the psychic couldn't help the groan that escaped him, hands grabbing tightly onto Reigen's hips, keeping him from moving too soon.

"Fuck" he mumbled, having not expected for him to feel so tight around him after all the fingering he did.

"I need more" Reigen whined, trying to move despite Mob's vice-grip on him at the moment.

Mob took a moment to breathe before doing careful movement at first, slowly easy into a rhythm just to make sure he wouldn't hurt him.

But he soon started to lose himself in the pleasure too, movement meeting Reigen's own as he kept fucking up into him.

He was pretty happy that his business wasn't directly connected to another one, seeing how loud Reigen was at the moment.

"You need to quiet down a little," Mob said, "They'll hear you outside otherwise".

Reigen mumbled something about it feeling too good, before leaning down, kissing him. One of Mob's hands came up, guiding him a little for a better position, deepening the kiss and swallowing all of Reigen's moans and whines.

He swore under his breath when Reigen came again, feeling so tight around him. He would have pulled out were it not for Reigen pushing down, holding onto Mob's hips to be filled deep inside by him.

After that Reigen collapsed over him, still not moving from how he was sitting on Mob's cock. It seemed like it would be enough, or at the very least, for a moment.

He stole another kiss, smiling to him a bit tiredly. "Shisho is now my first kiss and my first lover" he giggled, snuggling closer over his chest.

Mob couldn't help but somehow feel happy about it. Maybe he had grown to love Reigen a bit more than he had first believed over the last weeks.

He wrapped his arms around him in a safe hug, kissing the top of his head.

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(I feel like this isn't quite what people had in mind when they think of master/slave, but I can't quite see another type of scenario for them with it 🥲 nor do I exactly know too much about the kink. I like this idea so my word is god, this count 😤)

also bonus thoughts I had while writing:

When Ritsu comes back from where he had gone to study [enter whatever Mob finally convinced him he should study without worrying about him] he finally meets Reigen. Mob kinda didn't give all the detail about this new employee he found.

And when Ritsu asked which gang were selling Reigen away he learns that it's [enter gang that is kinda known for selling mostly sexual slave].

Imagine the sudden horror in Ritsu's face at the thought that Mob sought out someone to sleep with because he misunderstood the situation. At least, until Reigen tell him all about how Shisho actually saved him by buying him from the abusing man and that he made Reigen work a normal job (of course nii-san would do something like this).

Of course, it is left out of the story that Mob still ended up entering a relationship with Reigen at the end of the day ksjdbvibs

just came to mind, but would be hilarious if the way he found out was when one of his return home happens somewhat at the same time of Reigen's rut and maybe the love birds forgot Ritsu was supposed to come home because he finds them fucking loudly in Mob's room 😂😂 although there's no pulling his nii-san away from Reigen to ask wtf is going on because Reigen is one territorial little shit in his rut and he won't let him go

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