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#IS KAGEYAMA TOBIO WORTH IT?

emmyrosee · 1 year

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hello🤍 i really love and appreciate your work! hope you’re doing well✨

can i request kageyama tobio or todoroki shoto when they want the attention or anything on your mind about them?🥹 THANK YOU SO MUCH🥹🤍

NO BC LIKE I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THEM MORE FRFR 🥺🧡

Here’s a Kageyama piece bc I don’t have any for him yet and he deserves it

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Tobio doesn’t always demand your attention.

9 times out of 10, he’s completely self sufficient, being the supplier to affections you need, rather than demanding yours.

And sure, he’s not made of stone, holding your hand is one of life’s greatest pleasures. Kissing you on the cheek while you look over the takeout menu is exactly what the doctor orders.

But sometimes? The 1 time out of 10?

You really just wanna make him work for it.

You’ll always give him the luxury of never having to plead for you attention, and you indulge him in your affections without making him writhe.

Today. Today? Today is not one of those days.

Because today, even though he’s had this plan with Ushijima for the past three weeks to hang out and practice just the two of them, you woke up overly playful.

You wanted to make him squirm juuuuust a hair.

He seemed mindless to it, not thinking twice about the way you duck from his holds or reach away from his hand. It's alright. You've got all the time in the world to annoy him before and after he hangs out with his friend.

But, not-so surprisingly, it comes to a head when you're avoiding his kisses goodbye. This, he's forced to notice, when you turn your head just slightly when he leans over to kiss before he leaves.

His lips get a mouthful of forehead.

Pouting, he pulls back at you with a glare of betrayal, brows furrowed slightly. You snort softly, “what’re you lookin’ at?”

“Why’d you turn your head?” He grumbles, tightening his grip on your hips. Then, his brows shoot up, “is it my breath?” He uses on of his hands to huff and sniff his breath, but he seems to be confused when the smell is normal. “Why didn’t you want to kiss me?”

“What do you mean?” You hum, your arms looping around his neck. “Of course I want to kiss you. I always want to kiss you.”

He looks at you, suspicious, but he does lean down to try and kiss you again, whining out in annoyance when his lips press to your eyebrow. “Come on!”

“What!”

“I want a kiss!” He grumbles, fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants and gently tugging you closer, his refusal to leave without a kiss evident. “Is this because I’m hanging out with Ushijima today? Because I can cancel, I know he’d be just fine with it-“

“Why do you think that? And why would I mind that you’re hanging out with Ushijima? I like Ushijima.”

“I don’t know, you ask your lips!” He snaps, and just as you go to open your mouth to speak, he tugs you closer again, this time, catching you in a dominating kiss that has you giggling into his mouth. His hands come up to cup your cheeks, keeping you close as your teeth start to clack against each other from your laughter and his determination.

“Tobio!” You manage to squeak out, finally parting from him with a dopey smile. Your fingers hook in the collar of his shirt, and he uses one of his free hands to wipe your bottom lip.

“You play around too much,” he murmurs, voice in a rasp from the prior affection. “Why can’t you just love me?”

“EXCUSE ME?” You gasp in outrage, and as he fights back the smirk on his lips, you tug his collar promptly, “I literally love you more than life itself, don’t even try it.”

“You’re the one who refused to kiss me first!” He scoffed, leaning in for another and smiling against your lips when you don’t pull away. “Had to provoke me and shit. Hate it. Just kiss me when I lean in, damn.”

“You will live if I don’t give into your kisses whenever you demand,” you tease, leaning up to him to sink your teeth into his lip, which, even though he gives you an annoyed look, he absolutely pursed out for you to nip. “Now go. Don’t keep your friend waiting. Scram.”

He groans dramatically, "there you go. Trying to get rid of me again." You smack his chest, and he chuckles as he stills your hands. This time, he leans forward for a kiss, and you comply, moving your arms to wrap around his neck. This one is a lot more gentle, paced and familiar, it takes your breath away and you mewl happily into his mouth. In an act of dominance, his massive paws come up to grip the hair at the nape of your neck, and you whimper softly.

He pulls away with a pant, "I fucking love you."

"That's nice," you smile, fighting the laughter that wants to spill from your lips when he looks completely unamused to your next act of rebellion.

"I'll leave you for Ushijima, I swear to god, asshole."

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touchlikethesun · 2 months

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how i think different hq couples get engaged

kageyama and hinata are dating and living together for over a decade before they get engaged. there's just always something more pressing going on - usually their pro-volleyball careers - and they're both just so content with how their relationship is, marriage just seems kind of like an unnecessary hassle and a logistical nightmare that neither of them want to deal with. once they reach their 30s though, and they've both settled a bit more into their careers, i can see one of them casually proposing one day - they don't even have rings - because at this point, they both know they are going to spend the rest of their lives together, why not make mrs. hinata happy and make it official. plus, a wedding is an excuse to get together with all their friends again. when they buy their rings, they buy chains at the same time so they can still wear their rings on the court.

tsukishima and yamaguchi get engaged a lot earlier than kghn, i think they get engaged a year after they both graduate from undergrad. tsukki bought yams' engagement ring in their second year at uni after saving up basically since they got together in high school, but he waited to propose until after they lived and worked "in the real world," just in case yamaguchi found someone better or if their relationship changed when they didn't have school as an excuse to see each other all the time (kei eventually admits this to tadashi years down the line and tadashi scolds him - the efficacy being undercut by the kisses he gives kei at the same time - for ever thinking their relationship was so fragile). obviously yamaguchi was over the moon when tsukki proposed, and takes to calling him "his fiance" at every chance he gets. they wait to actually have a wedding until after tsukki has finished his masters, and they've both started working, so that they can actually enjoy the event with as little stress as possible

iwaizumi and oikawa get engaged around their mid-20s as well. i think oikawa is the kind of person that has had their whole life planned out in a scrapbook since they were 10, and he knows exactly when and how he planned to propose to iwa, so when iwaizumi beat him to the punch - an evening complete with a romantic dinner in a jazz cafe that iwa scouted for the occasion, roses, and a walk to the playground where they first met where upon iwa finally got down on one knee - tooru was so shocked and generally overcome with emotion that he burst into tears and forgot to say yes until hours later, when iwaizumi asked him again after many kisses and sweet words. ofc, after the shock has worn off, Oikawa Tooru's Dream Wedding Plans are back on, and iwa lets him take over planning the most elaborate and expensive wedding japan has ever seen

(for my bkak headcanon see this post i made a few days ago lol)

#i notice a trend in who i think proposes lmaooooo #was not intentional #tsukki has to propose bc even if they both know they want to get married tsukki is the one that has to make the step to me #and i think iwa has to propose bc tooru's always the one romantic gestures and iwa proposing shows tooru that A iwa can still surprise him #and B that he is worth going all out for #why proposal headcanons?? idek #if people are interested i can give my ideas for some other pairings #but most of the other pairing i like also involve one of the six (8 if you count bkak) characters listed and it seemed to clash #like oihina tsukihina yamayachi oikage krtsk actually bakt(all permutations) akaosa too #and i didn't get into some other smaller ships like arankita or ushiten #but i am not opposed to going on i kinda just want it to be a separate post for clarity #kagehina #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #tsukkiyama #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #haikyuu

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otakusheep15 · 10 months

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Ignore my lack of photography skills pls

These are the figures I got while going to my first mall in Texas!

I found Misa in a Spencer’s and the other three in a shop specifically for figures (Game World or something like that).

I’ve been looking for Misa and Kaiba for years now, and Kageyama and Nejire were lucky finds.

#I am obsessed with them #my first trip to a mall and it was completely worth it #seto kaiba #kageyama tobio #misa amane #nejire hado

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sliceofhotsoda · 1 year

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writing feels like a terrible thing when you convince yourself that you need to rush.

but it's not about completing the writing, that's just not the point. it's about taking your time. give it the care it deserves and soon enough you'll feel your body fill up with that same time and care. it's about gently, little by little, taking care of your life with your own hands. now go ahead and try to begin again.

#writing #reminders #maybe i should start talking to myself here like this?#i have lotsa similar thoughts #i think about this stuff when im trying to write for shoyou and tobio #they seem to rush too much #im having an awful time trying to remind myself of this #i dont have much will to keep trying #but i still want to write. my heart wont let go #there is a precious sense of calm that i get sometimes when im writing #it's worth the trouble i promise #the feeling has come before. it will come again :)#lovingly made #haikyuu #hq #just replace writing with vb and thats how i feel about kageyama + hinata #hinata shoyo

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verahella · 2 months

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ᡣ𐭩 HQ DAD MOMENTS !

✎ feat. k. kozume, k. tobio, o. tooru

ᡣ𐭩 KENMA KOZUME

it’s about three a.m and kenma really needs to pee but he’s scared that you’ll creep up on him and scold him, like his parents used to (he swears he’s an adult). he sighs, family never changes.

the door creaks open.

kenma spins in his chair slowly, “now listen, i can explain—”

his baby sits on the ground, big curious eyes wandering from him to the monitor.

kenma lets out a sigh, pulling his headphones down to his neck, “shouldn’t you be asleep?”

miyu tilts her head as if to ask him the same question.

“fine, fine.” kenma mutters, picking her up and wrapping an arm around her to keep warm as he spins back around, “i’ll let you play with me as long as you keep quiet.”

he narrows his eyes at her, “and no throwing up or pooping.”

miyu smooshes kenma’s cheeks together in acceptance and he nods, holding out a finger to which she wraps her hand around. “we have a deal then, partner in crime.”

the next twenty minutes pass in a blur, with his daughter criticising him with her babbles and pulling on the strings of his hoodie while kenma tries to shush her in the quietest way possible. the sound of keys being smashed fills the silence as kenma takes a break, rubbing his eyes.

he freezes immediately when he hears footsteps trudging to his room. oh shit.

kenma prays that it’s some ghost instead of his wife but he knows the pattern of those steps too well. kenma rushes to manoeuvre under the table and miyu lets out a traitorous giggle when he bangs his head.

the door opens and you yawn, rubbing your eyes.

“kenma?”

“what the—” your eyes squint in the bright glare of the monitor but even half asleep and caught between reality and dreams, you don’t think kenma can shrink so quickly, “where’s papa?”

your baby stares at you blankly, sitting in her dad’s gaming chair and wearing too large headphones that slip off her ears.

kenma doesn’t have to look to know she snitched so he sneaks out of his hiding place. not before banging his head once again though.

like the sadists his family is, miyu laughs again while you give him a look that says ‘you deserved it’.

he rubs his poor head to soothe it, “listen, i can explain—”

“you’re on diaper duty for the whole of next week.”

ᡣ𐭩 KAGEYAMA TOBIO

it breaks tobio’s heart when your daughter comes home from school with a tear stained face. her unicorn backpack is dropped on the floor with a thud as she rushes to burrow herself into her dad’s leg.

tobio picks her up and settles her onto his lap, frowning as he awkwardly pats her head. your daughter curls into him, fisting his shirt tightly.

“what happened?”

your daughter looks up at him, eyes brimming with tears, “s-some boy said that my nails s-sucked.” she mumbles through a soft pout on her lips.

tobio’s frown deepens as he looks down at her chubby fingers fiddling with his shirt. sure, one hand with pink glitter and the other with various shades of rainbow wouldn’t be his first choice but anything looks cute on his girl (his words, not mine.)

“they’re idiots. your nails are fine.”

he thinks that isn’t the right thing to say when her bottom lip starts wobbling. panic twists into his chest and he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind, “you can paint mine.”

her sniffles pause, “really?”

no. he doesn’t want to go out with gem nails from a five year old’s nail kit. “really.”

her eyes brighten up and tobio thinks the impending doom of embarrassment is worth bearing when she bounces and skips to get her nail kit.

hours of frozen playing in the background pass and that’s how you find your husband finishing up the last of his clumsily painted nails at ten in the night, your daughter tucked into a burrito of blankets and drooling on his chest.

your gaze snags on the heart drawn on his hand and a soft smile spreads on your lips when you recognise the initials.

yeah. when the prize is his favourite girls’ smiles, tobio can definitely deal with his deformed hello kitty nails being captured on camera in his next match.

ᡣ𐭩 OIKAWA TORU

you’ve made many mistakes in your life but you’re starting to think that your biggest one yet is bringing oikawa to the mall with you.

he was already unbearable when you were dating, buying you anything and everything that you glanced at for more than ten seconds. but now, it’s reached a point where you debate between pretending not to know him (which is hard when you both have the same last name) or straight up abandoning him and going home.

“babe! check this out!”

you sigh at his excited yell and your baby mirrors your annoyance from her stroller, “what is it this time?”

“isn’t this just adora—hey, careful! that’s my foot!” you stop just short of running over oikawa with the stroller. he sighs and holds up a pastel dress only slightly bigger than his hand, “isn’t it adorable? the bow is cute too.”

he leans down to the stroller, eyes sparkling, “you like it, don’t you, yuko-chan?”

your baby spits out her pacifier in response, crossing her chubby arms. you barely stifle a laugh at oikawa’s shoulders drooping.

“you’ve been spending way too much time with that thug, uncle iwa.” toru pouts.

at the mention of her favourite person in the world, yuko brightens up, clapping her hands. this time, you do laugh when oikawa’s jaw drops open.

“you wound my heart, yuko-chan.” he places a hand over his heart, letting out a sigh like a damsel in distress, “give papa a kiss and fix him up again.”

he looks down at her and finds her chewing on her thumb, attention diverted to a panda plushie. oikawa sighs and takes matters into his own hands, lifting up the baby to his eye level. the two have an intense staring contest before yuko pulls down her lower eyelid, blowing a raspberry at her father.

“wonder who she learnt that from,” you say drily.

your daughter is the only one who, aside from you, can humble her father and she does a good job at it, humiliating him everyday. oikawa doesn’t mind though, offensiveness gone in an instant as he peppers kisses all over yuko’s face. he coos at her little grunts before carrying his victim over to another trial of clothes.

you smile at your little family and follow them, dropping the panda plushie into the cart. you know toru will come back looking for it again anyway if you don’t.

anything to make his little girl happy.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #oikawa x reader #kenma x reader #kageyama x reader #oikawa toru #kenma kozume #kageyama tobio #vera’s.hq.library.✎

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iwaasfairy · 2 years

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┌─ “ ! „ MARINE BLUE

tw. noncon!, dubcon, size kink, dacryphilia, biting, blood, interspecies sex, non-human anatomy, double penetration, blood, breeding, thalassophobia, captivity, creampie, sub reader, biting wordcount. 9.5k

a/n. here she is the mermay fic that is finally done. yes it's a monster of a fic but i promise it's worth it,, i sWear i swear ♡ enjoy merman/shark iwa rearrange your guts

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

The glimmer of the sunlight casting down on the wide open ocean is enough to make you a bit dizzy, holding up a hand over your eyes in hopes of shutting out some of the brightness. It’s undeniably beautiful, and the soft rolling of the waves brings a chilly breeze over the otherwise sweltering deck of the boat. Droplets of sweat roll down your neck, making your sunscreen covered back a little more sticky than it needs to be— but that’s a minor inconvenience to pay for a day out on the water.

Is what you tell yourself, and others when they ask. Beside you, Tobio is gearing up, yanking up his wetsuit with a little bit too much intensity and focus when it sticks on his calf or wrinkles around his thigh.

The sight makes you snort despite yourself. It’s the kind of expression on his face he has when he’s overly excited, though the narrowed frown your way would probably scare some people away. “Here, let me help,” you jump in before he rips the seal-like, dense fabric. Again.

“Yeah,” the noiret grunts. You wrap your arm around his lower stomach for stability and reach your free hand down the leg of it, feeling Tobio tense up beneath your touch. An otherwise innocent touch— but still your own face goes a few degrees hotter. He’s staring down at you as you force your hand along the length of his thigh until you get to the problem area, wiggling the sticky fabric away from his skin with a bit of work. Your hair sticks to the sides of your face when the wind picks up, but you pray you don’t look too horrible when you meet his eyes.

“I’m gonna pull it,” you say, and Tobio’s eyes flick away from your face back to his own body, then nods. “‘Kay, here— goes.” With one hard pull at the fabric it slots up the few inches and pulls nice and snug to those phenomenal thighs of his. You slide your hand back out along the side and let out a little puff of air, then take a step back to wipe your hand over your forehead. You’re most definitely flushed, nose and ears an obvious shade of embarrassment. But you are… painfully obvious, after all. “Good?”

“Yeah, thank you,” Kageyama doesn’t quite turn to face you when he says it, instead choosing to jam his arms into the sleeves with just as much enthusiasm as before, but it sounds genuine.

“Ahem,” the lithe, annoyingly familiar voice to your side chants, “if ya don’t mind, lover boy. The rest of’us are ready when you are.” Atsumu’s got his arms crossed over his chest, one eyebrow obnoxiously raised your way as you meet his look head on. There’s a short twitch of an amused smile that comes to his lips, before he sighs. “Yer’ gonna be okay up here, ain’t ya? ‘S not exactly the most fun of jobs, even if ‘a trust ya with ma life.” You nod, taking the softer look in his eyes of one of concern. Hidden under a lot of posturing and a lot of talk, but concern nevertheless. “Don’t get a heatstroke out ‘ere. We’ll be in for a little while, so drink some damn water.”

“I will, I will,” you roll your eyes, but the smile that comes to your lips is a genuine one, “thank you, ‘ma.”

He pointedly ignores your quip to help Osamu put on his oxygen, checking every tube and valve meticulously before they go. Bokkun, as always, is the first in the water, and you take a quick second to wave him out before undoing the rope around the railing and tossing the floaty down into the water for the big swimmer to grab. He says something that you miss when Osamu jumps the last bit of the ladder down, but the smile beaming on his cheeks is enough to settle you. “Have fun, guys!” you yell behind them, watching both Atsumu and Tsukki descend the ladder and get into the water.

Last up is Tobio, whose goggles and mouthpiece still dangle around his neck as he fixes the escaping bit of hair into his suit. “You sure you don’t wanna come with?” he asks, winding his arms around your lower back to pull you a little closer. “I mean, we can wait a little longer if you do. There’s plenty of gear down below, and we’re anchored. You don’t need to stay up here for our sake.” His little frown is pouty, and you’re quick to lean up and cup his cheeks. He has to dip down a little to allow you the comfort of reaching, as you lay a long kiss on his lips.

“I’m sure. You guys go have fun.” Your eyes go to his chest, then aside at the ropes of the ladder. He lingers a little longer, letting out a sigh and laying a kiss to the top of your head. “Bring me back something pretty.” You usher him along after the others, who in the meantime have connected the floaty to the weight a couple dozen feet away. A little far for your liking, but then again— keeping up with Bokuto when he’s on a roll is nigh impossible. The noiret sends you a thumbs up when in the water, and you wave him off with a small smile. It doesn’t take long before he’s reached the floater and resumes the last of the gearing up, then dives.

And then it’s just you. And the impossibly far stretch of the ocean as the bright midday sun gleams on its surface and glistens like a night sky full of stars. The warm waves and the salt bobbing peacefully against the ship belly, with the occasional hiccup or gurgle. You really do love it out here. The little alcove formed by the stacks of rocks is hidden in its shadow, running wind between the giant rocks where they stick out of the ocean strong and sturdy. In a hundred more years, these giants might have eroded away by wind and rain and the biting of its ocean footing.

But for now it is still your favorite diving spot, with the summer weather and the usually gentle pull of the ocean. Down below the surface, there’s a few underwater grottos, and a gorgeous stretch of land that used to be covered head to toe in coral reefs. Not so much anymore, sadly. Your last few years diving you’ve been more focused on the fauna— by necessity. The gentle bob of the waves against the hull of the ship calls to you, spattering into a million warm droplets.

It’s unfortunate. Your stomach still twists and turns at the idea of following them down, and you know that if you think about it too long, you’ll start to panic. And when you panic, your breathing goes short and hiccup-y and you get this awful urge to fight against your years-long collected knowledge; and that leaves you a useless addition to the team. Even just a few meters under had set you off last time. Left you sputtering and crying as you surfaced too quickly and your ears popped so hard you had to sit down for a while afterwards. It’s not fair, you think as you lay yourself down on the deck, legs still dangling off the side of the boat for the drops of cooler water.

How a single dive can ruin years of experience. But unfortunate and frustrating as it might be— you remember the darkness of the ocean. Night diving is always a bit of a gamble, that time hadn’t been a special occasion.

You remember being swept by an undercurrent, away from the guys, away from the lights. Remember your throat closing up when the water went a few degrees colder, the weight of the oxygen flasks on your back pulling you down despite your flippers working harder than normal. All scary, deafening— but then the yank. You’d never felt anything like that. Yanked a few meters deeper by a mean natured thing, the cold of it on your calf until you screamed around your mouthpiece and kicked toward your own leg.

The memory still gives you that tight feeling deep in your chest, that the ocean was victimizing you personally. You’d barely been able to force yourself to ascend slowly from the depths when you’d finally made it back towards the lights, shaking so badly Atsumu had to help you out of your gear after. Realistically, people die every day. Divers die being stupid, or reckless, or overconfident. The ocean doesn’t have a moral compass, after all. You don’t really want to become a number in a statistic.

But still, you long to join your friends again, to enjoy the perfect diving conditions to scuba around the familiar scenery yet again. You could spend hours for every day of the rest of your life and still never have enough.

You stretch out your arms above your head and let the sun warm up every fiber of you, glowing in the heat and the smell of salt winds that sticks in your nose and makes your hair a rough, coarse mess. It can only have been an octopus, you decided this only a few days after the incident, and you still believe it now. There’s a lot of them around the sandy ocean floor, hiding under rocks and nesting in the grottos from time to time, and while they are very strong, they’re not ill natured. It was an accident, you know this. So really, there’s nothing holding you from going back in. At least to splash around a little until the others return.

The time ticks by fast when you’re focused on the wind and the heat of the sun, lulled by the gentle tilt of the boat back and forth. Your feet a bit colder, toes stretching out towards nothing.

You sit up, pop the top off of your flask and down a few good gulps of water, then peer down into the water a couple feet away from you. The water closest to the stacked stone is only a good 10 meters deep, slowly dropping off the further you get away. Not even enough to truly hurt yourself if you do panic, though you’d rather avoid another incident. It rolls and bubbles under your feet, a clear, iridescent color that foams white. And you let out another wistful sigh, until your breathing hitches.

There’s a dark form that flicks through the water and under your boat, too fast to identify— all you see is that it’s big. Longer than the types of dolphins that come here. The ocean floor remains mostly undisturbed, but you suddenly jerk forward as the boat gets bumped from the other side. Your hand wraps around the railing while you stare, watching that same animal dart through under the water edge, tail whipping up a serious splash as the boat jerks again. You almost slip off the deck with the force of it. You’ve never seen any dolphin bump a boat this way either, you think in a fit of anxiety, sweaty palm wrapping tighter around the cool metal.

Your mind races with thoughts as you try to make note of what you saw, looking over at the floaty. It’s not nearly far enough not to come in contact with it if it’s aggressive, though the rapidness of the movements stay around the belly of your boat. The tail is the only thing you can really see because of the reflections on the water, but the pointy angles and fins don’t remind you of anything other than— You take a sharp breath. You do get sharks here from time to time, but Grey Reefs are small and gentle. In all your years diving you’ve never seen one this big— or aggressive.

And none of the guys are wearing chain protection suits in the first place, because there were no sharks reported in the area. You try to focus your eyes on catching where the shape should be moving down below, but the ocean floor is suddenly awfully vacant. And the wind picks up too, turning the boat further from the anchor point. Before you get the chance to climb down the ladder and switch on the red LEDs of the floaty, another bump jerks you off balance and you clamp your hand down around the rope ladder so hard it burns your fingers. You keep going down though, barefoot and in only your bathing suit as you get closer to the end of the ladder.

But the rope of the floaty isn’t there. Now, Bokuto is a carefree diver at the best of times, but you’ve never seen him forget to tie the rope in such a way that it stays connected to your boat. You panic. Despite all your experience, you get an awful case of cold sweat as your feet stand on the last step on the ladder and get kissed by the water, as you try to spot the floaty from your position. And sure enough, only a few feet out from the boat, the end of the rope bobs on the water surface as if taunting you. The ‘surfacing’ button is only a little further down the rope.

Your chest tightens as you look down below, at the aquamarine color and the soft weave of the waves around your toes. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. You’ve swam with sharks before. This isn’t just about your fear anymore now. Someone could get hurt if you don’t make sure they keep their eyes peeled. You take a deep breath and disconnect one hand from the ladder so you can aim your body towards the end of the rope, before sucking up all your courage to make a nice dive into the water.

Your body enters elegantly, barely splashing. The ocean feels a lot colder than you know it to be after sunbathing, gurgling around your ears as you force a few long paddles forward, then peek your head up. Your aim was a little off, but with a bit more reaching you can will yourself to focus only on the rope. It bobs temptingly just out of reach on each new wave. The water sucks a few degrees of your heat straight off of you, and your muscles are a bit sore, but your smooth technique is well worth it.

You manage to grab on, holding tight around the gritty texture as you paddle back towards the boat with your free arm. A tug stops you. Soft at first, you only notice your leeway is gone when the rope pulls down hard and fast towards the ocean floor and the burn of the rope leaving your palm is enough to have you flinching back. Instead of managing it back with the rope, you’re scared into swimming the other way when the dark shape appears back around the belly of your boat— you drag yourself instead to one of the low outcrops that surface just above the water edge. You’re shaking, your breath heaving wildly as you push yourself out of the water and onto the painfully sharp rocks on your knees.

You hack up some water you must’ve downed from the scare, before sitting down in the little sliver of sun to cast a cursory glance at your palm. There’s a few definite scratches deep enough to pull blood from the plasticized end of the rope, that now sting viciously from the salty water. More pressing is the subject of your panic though, as it lingers half hidden under your boat, only the bottom fin visible from your position. Though it certainly isn’t an ideal situation, you’re at least glad it’s staying by the boat. Visible to you means out of the way for the guys, and your heart rate— though still elevated, calms a little.

That panicked urge came up again, a thought that annoys you a bit too much as you spit onto the wound to at least wash some of the salt out of it. Your water bottle is still on deck, so you’ll have to wait until your new ‘friend’ loses interest. But the animal doesn’t budge even a little, staying right in place and course correcting with an easy whip of the strong tail. You have to admit— begrudging as you are— that there’s something slightly amusing about watching an animal twice your size just … sit under your boat like it’s taking a break in its shade.

“Thanks, jerkface,” you mumble towards the unmoving animal, though your mouth pulls up with a soft smile. The boat makes another noise when the creature bumps against it like the wave that splashes into tiny droplets again.

You can’t help but chuckle when you see some bubbles roll up along the hull and surface with a soft ‘pop’, pushing yourself up from your seated position. You should take a walk while you wait, let the movement keep you warm. The bit of stone you dragged yourself onto isn’t exactly big, but it curves into one of the bigger stacks where the gritty terrain creates a little cave. A soft splashing calls your attention back on the boat. And the absence of the previously tired shadow below it.

Salt water washes up over your feet as you sweep the area around your plateau for its shape, finding the ocean floor equally undisturbed. However normal all if this should feel on any other day, your skin stands on end, like an uncomfortable itch to run. As the wind drops, so does the twisting of your boat with the current. You drop your eyes to the far edge of your outcrop to study each rock as you think, only to go rigid. Your entire spine locks, toes digging into the stone. The top half of a face is surfaced above the water edge, as the man hides himself right up against your rock.

You stare, wide eyed and waiting— for recognition, maybe; or any explanation whatsoever. The guy doesn’t look familiar though. He doesn’t speak, but lingers just enough out of the water to keep his eyes on you, unblinking. It’s such a weird behavior that you’re not even sure what the hell to say, settling on a pitched “Wh— Sorry? I -what are you doing?!”

The man doesn’t respond, or move, and you can feel your anger rising above your concern. “This isn’t funny. You scared the shit out of me.” And then after a few seconds of pause, you point your thumb vaguely towards your friends. “We have a permit.” His eyes are sharp and angular and stunningly shiny, a pretty sort of watery green. You think you’d be able to appreciate it more if he wasn’t so damn creepy.

“... Dude, we’re allowed to dive here. Please just—” you swallow, thinking better of picking a fight. The guy is still between you and your getaway after all. “I can move the boat if you’re bothered.” Still no response. He barely seems to understand you’re even talking to him at all, and you take a few steps closer to get a good look.

It doesn’t… help. Your eyes go wide as you stare at the man— well… What seemed to be a man at first glance, doesn’t look anywhere near as normal as you really take it in. More accurate would be to call it a something. The creature bops unmoving in the water, not taking a breath, not blinking either. His hair colors a dark grey at the spiky ends, coarse with the salt water, and the skin around his jaw and cheeks is distinctly more grey too. It doesn’t move when you shuffle back a few steps, though it does seem to follow you with its eyes. Then sinks a few inches into the water to wet himself again, and back above the water.

You’re… floored. You didn’t notice any signs of dehydration, or of hitting your head— but then what the fuck are you looking at. It doesn’t make any sense at all, and you cast your eyes back at the spot where your friends dove a while ago, before turning back. The creature only takes his eyes off you a split second to follow your gaze, then goes back to staring. A deep sense of childlike curiosity washes over you the longer you stare. You’re unable to help it. You crouch down like you’d approach a stray cat, and shuffle a bit closer. Far enough to feel safe, but just close enough to take in every miniscule change on its face. “Hi.” There’s a dumb, long pause; before you point at yourself and say your name.

A few times for good measure. “I’m… I’m a friend.” As soon as you say that, though the creature doesn’t show so much as an ounce of understanding, he darts forward a few feet along the rock’s edge and closes half the distance between you in a blink. It scares you enough to fall back onto your ass with a yelp, hissing at the sting of the sharp rocks digging into your skin. The creature’s eyes are wide as he dips under the water edge basically instantly, his hiss ringing through your ears as you remain frozen for a few breaths. He moves so fucking fast. It’s a little terrifying really. The sound of bubbles is all that remains, before you allow yourself to peak a little closer to the edge again. His head is sunk about a foot under the water, but slowly comes up again when you stay in place to watch him surface.

Awfully close, only a good two feet away from your face. Too close for your liking. You give a little smile, then slowly sit back onto your heels. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” Even if he would, you somehow doubt he’d tell you this honestly, watching how a large wave washes over him and he carries on without blinking. The chill of the stone below you makes you shiver, teeth clacking. Only when you blow out a tense breath, unsure of how to proceed, the creature forces himself up a little higher out of the water with a leverage you don’t really understand.

It’s only now you really see the stark differences. Though anyone would be forgiven mistaking him from a distance, as close as you are, you can see the dark grey and lighter bellied pattern start to appear along his shoulders. Under the full head of hair, you can now see that where your ears sit, his are obviously absent, and the sides of his throat have gashes that open and close a few times, twitching against the cold wind. “Wow,” you can’t help letting your mouth drop open at this alien-like sight, looking both very human and distinctly separate.

Whatever curiosity that had sparked the creature to come up to watch you in the first place seems to get the better of him, leaning into the rock edge and pulling one clawed hand out of the water to rest it on the gritty surface. His fingers are a greyish blue, and have black, predatory nails only on the three first fingers; silvery membrane stuck between each digit. A hand that’s ever so slowly slid your way until his index finger bumps up against your knee and you’re too anxious to move a muscle. He taps the fatty pad of his finger along your knee with the tiniest movements known to man, as if testing you out, then slowly rests his hand over your knee.

You’re not sure why, but the touch is surprisingly comforting— maybe as a stark difference between the rush of adrenaline you had just minutes earlier. He, in turn, seems absolutely fascinated by your skin, poking and feeling and letting his cold fingers roam around the area. It gives you goosebumps. He looks up at you every few seconds as if to check for your reaction, before pulling back entirely and dipping back under the water surface. “Hey, wait!” you crawl forward to watch as he lingers at the rock edge, before floating back up. This time letting his entire body float up, and splashing his giant tail for good measure.

“What’s up?” You suck your bottom lip into your mouth. He floats easily, clearly very muscular torso flowing down into an equally ripped tail. It’s huge, with the same shark-like coloring going down all the way to the white tip of his fin. When you don’t move, he seems to raise an eyebrow your way, a reaction so strangely human you can’t help but huff out a laugh. He moves his tail again, throwing some water over your thighs in the process— as if encouraging you to touch in return.

“O-oh,” you struggle to come up with anything to say, “I’ll be gentle. Don’t… freak out.” However strange, the exploration seems entirely led by the creature instead of you. Your fingers brush over the colder, wet surface of his tail with just as much consideration as he had for you. It’s nowhere near as squishy as it looks, consisting of stacked muscle upon cartilage — you can feel as he flexes below your hand. He also has claspers, that you pointedly ignore to study the rest of him, but you’re glad your assessment was correct. Male it is.

You cast a glance back to his face, but he retains the same unbothered look as you slide down to feel his fins at the very end of his tail. “Your tail is very pretty,” you coo, and his fin moves to splash up a few droplets of water onto your skin.

At the very least, the sound of your voice seems to please him. He shakes you off to push his tail back under himself, flicking it a few times, before coming to hang back over the rock. Maybe with the confidence of your previous successful touch, you dare reach out your hand to his arm too, along the slightly coarser skin there. It feels a little like very fine sand, and seems to tickle him as he lets out a purring sound that can only remind you of a cat. “Can I see your gills?”

He tilts his head aside when you motion to his neck, understanding; you slide your fingers along his shoulder to the base of his neck. The narrow slits open and close automatically, and he jerks when you brush a finger over them. They’re much softer than the rest of the body, a wet, spongy sort of feeling that has you pulling back quickly. “Sorry! Sorry.” He blows some air through his nose in response, before wetting himself again under the water edge and coming back up. “You can’t stay out for too long, can you?”

No answer, of course. But you’re satisfied with the way he hasn’t left yet, and shift your legs to sit down more comfortably. Now exposing your feet, the creature only takes a second to snatch out and yank your ankle towards his face with one hand, going a little more light-handed when you yelp. He makes a clicking sound and pauses, which you take as an apology before he continues. His other hand pinches at your toes, moving them around with thinly veiled interest. His gills open and close rapidly for a few times, before he pulls your ankle again.

And again, and again, until you follow along and let the —merman— glide you down into the water, hooking your elbows onto the rock to stay afloat. He dips under your body to really inspect you, pushing and pulling your legs separately. Infinitely intrigued with your legs, he squeezes your shin where the bone sits closest to the skin and knocks it for good measure. Then he surfaces with what you can only describe as the start of a grin, exposing a row of sharp, shimmering teeth. You smile back, though it puts a definite pool of fear back into your stomach when he swims up close and starts picking at the straps of your bathing suit.

“Yes, my legs are pretty nice, huh? I,” you swat his hand away from the loop to shiver at the way he bumps his tail against your legs, “need my bathing suit though. No touching.” His clicking noises ring over the soft roll of the waves. You wish you could understand what he was saying. “You’re talkative all of a sudden.” Your laugh isn’t returned, but he seems to perk up at it anyway. The foreign sounds continue as you study the rest of his face, where little freckles sit on his nose bridge, and how large his pupils really are. He seems to notice your staring, because he grows quiet, and his brows go up like a begging puppy. The tip of his fin brushes along your shin, causing you another little shiver. And then, just as fast as you can blink, he sinks back under and disappears off into the water’s depths like it’s the easiest thing.

When you make a move to get out of the water, a harsh grasp around your ankle has you freezing up, ignoring the way sharp nails trail up the side of your body. The merman surfaces with a huff, blowing salt water towards you and you frown. But then he curls up a little closer, and you appreciate the way the rubbing of his skin feels like a warm spark on yours. He leans in to sniff at the side of your face and neck, then sinking down to your collarbones, and rubs his face against you in a stubborn sort of bumping motion.

His rough exploration with his hands soon grows a little too close for comfort to the lower half. “You got something you’re looking for?” you breathe out, turning aside a little to avoid the way his lips brush along your jaw and under your ear, hanging on with a tremor growing from the cold. He doesn’t seem to notice— or at the very least, care, and picks a nail under the leg of your bathing suit with curiosity. “Stop that, that’s mine. Mine,” you try to laugh off the heat starting to make itself obvious on your face, and ignore his narrowing eyes to softly push his hand away from you.

Something the merman doesn’t seem to appreciate much, because his tail wraps around you in a second and he turns you to face the rock side instead, swimming up behind you to trail fingers along the base of your neck. It’s awfully intimate, even when under the veil of innocent exploration. His claws drag along the veins in your neck where your cold body is pressed up against yours. He maneuvers you around to urge your hips back and up, letting out a frustrated rumble when you sink back under. “I don’t know what you want me to do,” you bite back. You watch as he dips back down and twirls around a few times underneath you, lifting your legs up and open to inspect. Before you can even think about your current position, he swims between your legs and pushes his face in between your thighs.

Your face feels like it’s on fire as you splutter and swallow. “F— Hey, h-” You shove your hand onto the top of his head to push him back down, but he doesn’t even budge, your fingers tangling into his coarse mess of hair as he grabs your thigh tight. “Hey!” You’re too embarrassed to look down as he pushes his nose against your pelvic area through your bathing suit— you want to chalk it up to just curiosity, but the sheer proximity is enough to make your stomach flip. For a second you swear you can feel what must be a tongue rub along the fabric, before you’re struggling off of his shoulders with a glow so hot it’s probably coloring your entire face. “O-okay, that’s mine too. So enough. That’s enough.”

The merman surfaces with a funny look on his face, somewhere between confusion and anger at being denied, when you push yourself out of the water and back onto your safe, little rock. He swims in a circle a few times, splashing your legs with a giant scoop of water, before placing his chin on the rock. And you force the frown off your face. “Guess you wouldn’t exactly understand me already being taken.” You reach out to scratch under his jaw until the purring noise comes back. You suppose it only makes sense he can’t speak English, but getting some questions answered would be really nice right about now.

“Hey, can you dive deep?” you mumble as he cracks open one eye to look at you, just to fill some of the silence. “This place has a ton of octopi this time of year, but I haven’t been able to go down to see any. Octopus.” You draw a little shape of an octopus in the air, then mimic it swimming with your hand and point at the water. “Did you see an octopus?” Though you’re sure it’s too hard to express what you’re trying to express in hand gestures, the merman does seem to take an attempt at figuring out what you’re saying.

Then he clicks his tongue, dives under with another hard flick of his tail and disappears from your view along the ocean floor just as quickly. A little bit of hopeful curiosity snuffs out at the sight, wringing your hands together. You suppose it lasted much longer than you could ever have asked for anyway, poking your feet into the water again to swing them back and forth. The sun on your skin is still nice as you take a few seconds to collect yourself, brush some hair out of your face and ignore the heat in your stomach. Right when you slide yourself back into the water to get back onto the boat, the dark shape whizzes along the ocean floor.

He blows out a soft huff when breaking through the surface, and swims up so close you’re chest to chest. Again. His thick tail curls around you to keep you both above the water, before he pulls up a clawed hand to show off the thing in his hand. Which you quickly recognize to be an octopus, poor little arms clinging hard onto his hand and spewing ink. “Oh my god.” He shoves it towards you as you squeak. “No, don’t give it to me! What am I supposed to do with it?” You barely catch the octopus when he tosses it, quickly setting it free. The thing darts off towards the open sea within an instant, and the merman hisses, before looking back at you with a frown.

Then he’s back under, chasing down the poor thing. When he surfaces again, he shoves you straight out the water onto your rocky platform, then launches the octopus onto it too. You feel awful watching it writhe, but are a bit more surprised by how easily you’d just been tossed out the water. You let him get onto the rock with you, and grab the octopus to hand it back to you. You’re almost in tears when you smile at him, shaking your head. “I don’t— I don’t want this. I really don’t.” A few more clicks come from him when you yet again try to release the octopus, hissing in protest. But you still carefully put the poor animal back, and wash off the ink sticking to your hands as it swims away.

Your merman is staring at you with disbelief, mouth corners pulled up in a half-snarl. “It’s okay!” you coo though, “thank you. That’s very sweet.” You sit a bit closer in case he attempts to chase it down again, and pet a hand down his chest. Which seems to douse the fire in his eyes enough to relax, looking between your face and your body a few times. His gentle purring continues when you don’t move your touch away. “I don’t eat live animals. But… I a-appreciate— the gesture. And,” you struggle to continue watching the glint of razor sharp teeth when he cracks his lips open, “you’re… you’re clearly a great hunter.”

When you try to place some distance between your bodies, he lifts his tail and pats it on the wet ground, before moving the length of it over your legs. “Hey,” you quickly say, swallowing the rest of your words when he moves over you more, face to face. His long lashes are awfully distracting so close, mouth hanging open a sliver to show you a peek of a pale, pink tongue. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he was about to kiss you.

“I’m taken,” you mumble, averting your eyes and pulling your hands to your chest for good measure.

Whatever he understands that to mean makes him growl, low and possessive. He says something you don’t understand, then growls again. His hand comes to pet your shoulder, running his nails through the baby hair at the base of your head a few times. It snags every few seconds, makes you hiss and moan too. And it makes him grin. Even worse, it sends an embarrassing amount of heat to your cunt, grimacing when you feel your pussy get slick. The earlier touching and now the press of his muscular body over yours is leaving you a mess.

His hand pushes against your thigh, twitching hard, which has your eyebrows pulling tight. You go pale when you look down. What you assumed to be his hand was something else completely, moving around against your thigh with a sticky sheen being rubbed on your skin. The claspers you’d earlier seen to identify him as male, are swollen and extended, and he’s basically rubbing them against your hip like he’s grinding his cocks into you. His tail is heavy enough to keep you in place under him, and his crawled hand is slid along your side when the purring continues. “Oh, fuck,” you mouth, “oh fuck.” Trying to slip out from under him makes him let out a mean growl, mouth corners lifting to show his canines.

“I’m already taken,” you quickly whisper under him again, placing a hand on his shoulder as your eyes dart all around his face, “please get off. You— I- I’m flattered, really. But you should find yourself,” the growl turns into a hiss when you push at him, “a nice mer lady!” When you get one leg from under the heavy press of his tail he snaps his jaw and clamps his hand tight around your arm, laying down on top of you. His head is nuzzled— or forced— into the crook of your throat and his hips buck against you. “I can’t,” you squeak, shivering under his huge body.

He doesn’t care. The two cocks squirm against your belly, making you feel gross in every single way. Once again you try to push him away with a sad ‘no’, but this time the merman hisses and shows his teeth in a display that even you know to be aggressive. The blunt heads twitch and curl against you in a way that feels so foreign and uncomfortable that your lungs are folding in onto themselves, with only the fabric of your bathing suit that sits in the way. The man’s eyes, despite the brilliant color of them, are narrowed and uncaring. And you understand then, that he —it— has absolutely no intention of letting your begging sway him.

The impatient clawing at your thighs is painful, course skin rubbing against yours. You’ve never thought of yourself as delicate before, but pressed under the huge —absurdly so— creature, you find yourself crying. For yourself, and what you know will happen. It makes your skin break out into a cold sweat, adrenaline pumping under you as his heavy tail twitches over you, and he tries to pull you closer in a way that sends a splitting pain down your spine.

It’s only instinct to get away. Your eyes shut and you slam your elbow forward into his throat, kicking and wiggling until his grip loosens with a surprised noise, and you scramble up shaking. If you had more time to stop and think, maybe you’d think twice about rushing over to the edge of your little platform. But you only hear your mind scream to run! get away, and so you jump. Off the rocks into the coldness of the water, feeling the clack of the pressure on your ears and head, you wildly paddle yourself back to the surface and towards the blurry shape of the boat.

Your muscles are achy from the change in temperature, head fuzzy. And there’s this awful, rapid pumping of a heartbeat that should feel familiar, but doesn’t at all. You pull your arm out of the water and drag it through as hard and best you can, making a decent dent in the distance separating you from safety. But it’s not enough. If you’d been able to think twice, you would’ve known it not to be enough. The hand is back before you can so much as brace yourself, deathly tight as it wraps around your ankle and you’re yanked down. You take a stuttered gulp of air before being pulled under into the chilly cold again, and though you thrash wildly, you can’t see anything with the push of the wave on your skull.

When the tail wraps back around you, you open your eyes despite the salty water, trying and failing to shove at his shoulder before your arm is caught too. Your heart bangs so violently against your ribs you’re scared it might pop out through the skin. But you can’t really think, because your eyes shut against the pain of the salt, filling into your nose, clacking your ears. Your head flops forward as the merman drags you through the water; and it hurts. Your lungs hurt. Your eyes hurt. The panicked feeling screaming between your ears hurts, and without anything else to do, you open your mouth and scream.

What little sound reaches your own ears gives way for the water to fill your mouth up, the gross, unbearable taste of the ocean water now drowning you. You’re drowning. You’re drowning.

And then you’re shoved so violently back onto the ledge that you don’t feel yourself land until the water is pushed from your lungs with the force of it, and you’re gasping and thrashing around on the stone now. You gag against the salt as spit drips out your mouth and the rushing sound of water leaves your skull for a calmer blurbing, leaving you catching your pitiful breath where you try to push yourself back until your back hits a wall. Tears are pooling in and streaming down over your cheeks in full hiccupy weeps— can’t help it. But as you rub and rub until the stinging goes away, you come back to yourself just enough to realize something.

It’s significantly darker and quieter than it was. You look around through your teary eyes, finding yourself stuck in a cave. The water at your toes is the only source of light you’re allowed, every other escape showing you only stone and moss. Wherever the creature took you… it isn’t a place you’ve ever been diving. And— you glance up to the middle of the pool that laps ever so calmly at your feet now. The merman’s eyes are glowing a glittering blue, vigilantly staring at you from just above the water edge where you can see his tail flick around elegantly under the water.

“D-don’t,” you try, only to grab at your throat when only a pitiful squeak comes out, swallowing a few times. “Don’t come closer. Don’t- d-don’t come.” Your shaking hand isn’t much of a shield. The merman’s clicking noise comes back in an equally forceful manner, as he swims all the way to the end of the pool and then back. Still glowering at you. When you don’t move, he swims a little closer, letting the soft brabble of the water carry him towards you. But this time you push yourself up onto your feet and kick at the water, and hiss back. “Go away! Leave me alone!”

“Leave me alone,” you squeak pitifully, and rub your hands along your arms, and glare back. He doesn’t, though you don’t expect him to. But now you’re fucked. You can’t go into the water without the merman grabbing you, not that you’re in much of a hurry to try again anyway, and you can’t get out any other way. The realization gives way to a wobbly lip and a whiny sob from somewhere in your body, as you sit back down with your face twisted into tears, wrapping your arms around your knees.

The merman doesn’t flinch when you glare at him, only peers those creepy eyes back at you. “Go! Go away! What the hell is wrong with you, I-I mean—” Your voice rises automatically, stress bleeding out into your waterfall of words like there's no stopping it. “I’m not even of your kind! Why the hell did you take me here, w-why did —You don’t even— I… You!” Your train of words leaves you when the sound of moving water sounds again, and ever so slowly, the merman starts dragging himself up the ledge.

It’s not big, barely enough for two people to lie together, and with the chance of sliding down into the water. And he’s big. You swallow and look away when he’s still hard —harder even, maybe— and try your very best to ignore the scooching and shuffling sound as he slowly drags his long tail out of the water and gets closer and closer. The merman purrs when he’s pressed against you again, wide chest pressing against your shoulder, and his head slowly nudges against your ear. It’s gross, and you hate him, hate how his hand trails up the inside of your thigh. How he sticks his tongue out and licks along the shell of your ear.

But you can’t help but shiver, a sad squeak breaking free from your throat when he purrs louder and louder each second he’s touching you. His tail slaps the wet ground with a satisfied sigh when he moves over you more and you resign yourself to laying down on the cold, damp floor. But you can’t help it. You have no other place to go, nowhere left to flee. The mere thought of trying to run away again is enough to have your stomach flip like you’ll throw up. You cry when the merman starts nosing hungrily down your neck, licking, dragging razor sharp teeth along the heartbeat.

He lays himself half on top of you, until you can feel the squirming dicks start to reach for your center again. They flop around and move as if with a mind of their own, a nasty sort of display that makes you want to gag again— so you cling to his shoulders instead. Whatever thoughts the creature has running through his mind, it doesn’t show clearly on his face. But you want to look away from his gaze nevertheless, ignoring the revenant way he watches your face twist with every crass touch. When his hands tire of exploring, the merman moves aside a little to shove you further up the rock, almost bumping your head against the wall in the process.

Your thighs are shoved apart, one leg hauled over his arm to get it out of the way. But your thoughts are so still, so awfully quiet. He stares for an uncomfortable amount of time as he leans down to sniffle around the area— and really, that’s probably the worst part. Because despite everything, how much you hate this, hate him, want to kick and scream and pull at his hair until he leaves you the hell alone, you’re still getting wetter. You can feel the heat between your legs, soaking into your bikini bottoms and coating your puffy pussy in glistening slick. It doesn’t take too long for the man to figure out that your bottoms can be pushes aside, to reveal your cunt.

And you suppose he says something, because he stares up at your face with a weirdly calculating expression. “Shut the hell up,” you grunt under your breath despite his silence, hating the —it feels like amusement that’s radiating off of him when he dips a finger into your wetness with a slow growl, and you turn your head to the top of the cave. There’s some shuffling, before he is back over you, and this time you hold the way your throat bobs as he wraps a free hand around it. Doesn’t squeeze, but the weight of his arm alone is enough to have you gasping, tears beading back past your lashes.

Then he shuffles some more, and his fingers are pulled away from your pussy to slot them curiously into his mouth. Aquamarine eyes roll back into his skull when he closes his lips around them, and both of your breathing seems to speed up. You, for his reaction, him; to rip your other leg to slot around his waist as he nudges his cocks against your clenching pussy. His dick is colder than your body, making your tummy flutter as he presses all his weight into you and the glossy head of his cock pops inside. Stretching you wide. Your eyes shoot open as you dig your nails into him. He looks absolutely feral.

The thin ring of blue is all that is left from blown eyes pupils, big and black and terrifying. But it’s the low growling noise followed by the way he leans down to suck the crook of your neck, right below his hand that really scares you. Because his breathing is so erratic, and his hips still haven’t moved. Your own voice comes out like a small child being chastised, when you tremble under him. You don’t want him to move. But you want even less to be speared onto his dick all at once. “Go slowly. Slowly,” you beg, moving to thread your fingers through his hair trying to coach something back.

But whatever it is you try to communicate is completely lost when he seems to break his trace and the dick starts squirming inside its very tight clutch, and he suddenly pushes your head out the way. His teeth clamp down hard and fast on your neck, ripping a sharp whine from you that dies within seconds. The coat of blood you feel running down your shoulder is sticky and burning, and you trash against him. But the moving of his cock continues, like a snake curling inside your dripping pussy. And before the head even starts pushing against your cervix, your other hole is starting to receive its own needy press.

“Ohh- g-god, oh please,” you breathe out, hiccuping and whining and moaning all at once. “Please, fuck—” It’s so tight. Your entire lower half feels like it’s being stretched so wide you should fight, but you’re trembling in pleasure anyway. Your ass is filled with the same impatient motion of his second cock, both twirling and prodding against your walls, and your head snaps back. Your body wound like a spring. You don’t get to think about your orgasm before it’s hitting you full force and knocking the breath out of you, your pussy clenching and gushing around the intrusion.

Your legs shake even when he lets go of your throat to heave his upper body over you again, and starts bucking into you. Relentlessly, with his sharp nails gidding into your thigh and his heavy body sliding you up and down on the floor with each thrust, as his tongue rubs along the skin of your wound. You think you’re crying, but you’re also half aware of the desperate, whining noise you’re making as he fucks your holes so deeply your eyes cross automatically. Your toes curling where your legs are wrapped around his waist, totally unaware of the wrecked way you’re drooling and curling against him.

The loud sound of skin meeting skin each time he bottoms out and fucks you, you feel full— so full it’s a different kind of whole-ness. You’re clawing at his back, ignoring the way he hisses when you accidentally touch the small fin along his spine or how he’s gone hovering himself over your body to stare at your face, and run a thumb over your lips. Every impulse is too much. The way his chest rubs against your oversensitive tits, how his cocks seem to find the exact spot inside you to have the air forced out of your lungs. The black swimming in the center of your vision.

“I can’t, I’m-” You feel him so deep you feel like you’re choking on it, and so you absolutely miss the way your teary babbling makes a grin pull at the corners of his mouth. That wicked mouth chooses the worst time to descend and swallow your noises with a greedy lapping into your trembling lips, when he pushes his tail under himself more to raise the both of you off of the ground. The angle of his cocks sliding in and out of your sloppy, messy pussy changes even deeper if at all possible, mixing with your panting and moaning for the most slurred swearing.

As you feel the weight of him bump your clit and his rough skin stimulates it just right, you bite your own bottom lip so hard you start to taste copper— and you cum again. But the second shudders your entire body even more, hanging onto his neck as he huffs and sighs into your neck and the rhythm becomes unbearable to you. You want to stop, yet your limbs are welded shut against him— cumming so hard your mind seems to reset for a moment. The merman doesn’t stop, and continues to wildly chase his own orgasm as he pounds into you.

Heavy weight of his body meeting yours, he seems to clench every single muscle in his overly strong body. His nails dig into the stone next to your head hard enough to make tracks, before he shudders and shoots ropes of hot cum inside your holes. You can feel as it fills your stomach, filling you up with so much heat it feels a bit sickening. You’re entirely worn when you let yourself drop back onto the cold floor that’s now become a few degrees warmer, and cry out a long wail of exhaustion. Every part of your private area is completely covered in the mess of your mixed wetness, leaving you in an uncomfortable, sticky puddle when he pulls out.

And speaks to you with that low voice you have no chance of understanding, rubbing his knuckle along your cheeks in a gesture that should feel comforting. But you’re in pain, every inch of your body feels like it’s been bruised— and you squeeze your eyes shut and ignore everything. You ignore the way he pulls himself off of you, how he manhandles you around to lick at your cunt for a few moments, and how the water gurgles at the edge of the ledge when he slips back inside. You wrap your arms around yourself as you wait, and hope for your heartbeat to come back to you.

But you can’t possibly ignore when he swims around the pool a few times, before trailing a finger along your thigh down. Or how he stops, clears his throat with an awfully sore sounding huff, and speaks. Speaks, making your eyes shoot open to look right at him. It’s totally unpracticed and gruff as it fills the small cave-in, but he lifts a brow and grins wide and animal-like. It sends icy shivers down your spine.

“Mine.”

That’s how the beast disappears under the water edge, leaving you used on the floor of a dim cave, with no other way out.

#iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi smut #iwa smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq x reader #tw.noncon #tw.blood #tw.dubcon #tw.size kink #tw.dark content #tw.breeding #🍯honey.pot #💫ch.iwaizumi

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strwbrryeyes · 15 days

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☼ intro (end of the world) ☼ (kageyama tobio x reader)

⟡ cw: she/her pronouns used but not much, lmk if i miss anything else

⟡ a/n: i have been wanting to write for this album since the day it came out so im gonna do little drabbles for the songs as a way to make up for my lack of writings/requests that i actually need to upload so i hope you all enjoy it :3

⟡ eternal sunshine masterlist

You had been dating Kageyama Tobio for a little over a year at this point. Everything was always moving so fast…for him. While Kageyama was constantly playing volleyball and traveling the country for official matches, you were in college working towards your dream career.

Although you and kageyama have made so many efforts to keep in contact regularly by video calling and texting constantly or even travelling to see each other when possible, it has been difficult to come to terms with the fact that you do not spend as much time as you want to with each other. It has gotten to the point where you don’t know if keeping this relationship going is even worth it anymore. Both you and Kageyama want to get through it, you have had countless talks about wanting it to work out and you both always come to the agreement that neither of you wouldn’t trade anything for the world.

You think you’re meant for each other but you keep thinking to yourself ‘why dont i know that he is the one for me? Why do I only think it?’ but of course, you shake it off and continue on with the relationship. Even with all of these thoughts of figuring out if you are supposed to be with him for life or not, there are moments where the tough times make the good times worth it…and that is what keeps the both of you going. One of those moments was on your birthday a few weeks ago when Kageyama decided to surprise you with a visit.

☼ ⋆。𖦹˚⋆

After a long day of classes and your job at a doggy daycare, all you wanted to do was lay down in your bed with some comfy pajamas, eating chips without regard for the crumbs that would land on your bed sheets all while watching your favorite reality show. It was a pretty solid plan but it all went down the drain the minute you stepped foot into the hallway that had your apartment and saw that your door was opened. Your whole body filled with dread as you walked closer, worried that you had just been robbed but as you got closer you saw a small trail of silver confetti leading you through the doorway and as soon as you stepped foot infront of the entrance of your apartment, you stopped all of you belonging onto the ground and ran to the one thing that could be better than a lazy night. Your boyfriend.

“Tobio! What are you doing here?” you ask Kageyama as you jump into his arms while you become a giggling mess (who is also crying).

“I couldn’t have my angel be all alone on her birthday!” Kageyama chuckles as he embraces you in his arms but is quickly confused when you fall silent right after he finishes speaking. “[name]? You good there?” he questions you as he puts you down to be greeted with the blank expression on your face.

“My birthday..?” cocking your head to the side, you look behind Kageyama to see decorations all over your living area, eyes landing on the big ‘happy birthday’ sign. You had completely forgotten today was your birthday.

“Babe, don’t tell me you forgot your birthday?” Kageyama laughs out before pulling you in for another hug “and you say i’m the dense one.” he flicks your forehead before kissing it and all you can do is laugh along with him.

The rest of the night was pure bliss as you layed in bed with your loved one, eating your favorite type of sweet from your favortie bakery down the stree, while watching your reality tv show.

☼ ⋆。𖦹˚⋆

Thinking about this small but memorable event, you can’t help but smile as it helps you become certain that you and Kageyama are meant to be. You now knew that Kageyama Tobio would be the first and last person you run to if the world were to ever end and honestly, as your pulled out of your thoughts by your ringing phone that is signaling you that your boyfriend is calling you, you wouldn’t have it any other day.

#kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #kageyama x reader fluff #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader angst #kageyama angst #kageyama tobio angst #kageyama x reader angst #kageyama tobio x reader angst

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lou-struck · 1 year

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Comforting Them After Losing a Match

Haikyuu x reader pt 2

Featuring: Wakatoshi Ushijima, Kei Tsukishima, Tooru Oikawa, and Tobio Kageyama

~Losing is never easy, but luckily your boyfriend has you to make them feel better when they are at their lowest.

Wakatoshi Ushijima- Radiates a dangerously silent energy that makes the others on his team hesitant to talk to him. Little do they know it only makes him feel more responsible. As he cools off under the cold stream of water from the locker room shower he thinks of every opportunity he had to score a point for his team. Internally he feels that since he is one of the physically strongest on the court he should’ve been strong enough to have saved his team from the loss.

After all those hours of sitting in silence stewing on his own mistakes on the team bus ride back, he finds you waiting for him in the car. He gives you a small hello as he settles into the passenger seat. You don’t say anything but you gently reach over and grab his large hand and hold it in silence for the ride.

He won’t speak, but he squeezes your hand tightly as his own way of saying: Thank you for being here for me

Kei Tuskishima

His fingers hurt, his fingers hurt because of the ball that ricocheted off of his hands before hitting the floor below him.

It’s a nuisance, especially because his failed block was the game-winning point. The bruising digits will be a reminder of his shortcomings for the rest of the week. Or at least, that’s what he thinks as the trainer tapes them up.

His sharp tongue has cost him many relationships in the past, so he knows to distance himself from his teammates, so he doesn’t say anything he regrets.

When he was younger, he would say that it’s just volleyball, he doesn’t care. But he does, Kei Tsukishma cares a lot. And he needs someone who cares a lot about him.

That’s where you come in, you care so much. It’s visible in every movement you make. The way you cut his face, the way you kiss the pain away from every one of his bruised fingers. And the way you listen to him talk about his frustrations judgment free.

After his rant, his heart feels lighter, and he knows he doesn’t have to say it but he looks at you and softly mumbles it out anyway.

“Thank you for listening to me.”

Tooru Oikawa

“ Tooru Oikawa is not a genius“

That stupid phrase from high school always seems to find it’s way back to his ears. This time, The phrase came from some pompous sports broadcaster following his teams loss.

He tried so hard to make a difference on the court today, his sets were perfect, and all of his blocks made their mark. But it wasn’t enough to secure a win.

After hard matches like these, you know just where you’ll find him. Most of the lights are off in the gym, but that doesn’t matter. So as long as there’s a net and a few inflated volleyballs, that’s where he’ll be.

His earlier tear tracks are visible on his face, his usually perfect brown locks stick to his forehead with sweat. But he continues to serves ball after ball over the net with a frightening force.

He’s frustrated, very frustrated. But he won’t stop, he can never stop.

Because he’s not a genius.

He has to work twice as hard to be great.

It gets to the point where you have to pry the volleyball from his tense grip to prevent him from serving another ball over the net.

The ball bounces away, it’s sound echoing throughout the gym and his arms wrap around you tightly.

His face buries itself into your neck and as you stand there locked in his shaking embrace, you know that to him, the fact that you are still there means the world to him.

Tobio Kageyama

When the final whistle blows, the air in his lungs is smothered in the feeling of loss. He carries that feeling with him the whole bus ride home.

He’s spent, but even as he dreams, all he can think about are the moments during the match when he let his team down, when he let you down.

He puts so much of his self worth in his volleyball prowess that he feels a sense of relief whenever you come to pick him up.

You didn't leave him.

He’s clingy in the car ride home, after feeling so down and isolated he grabs onto your hand and refuses let go the whole hour drive. He enjoys the car rides, you fill the void with things that aren’t volleyball, it’s almost as if volleyball isn’t everything.

He doesn’t have a lot to say, but he loves to hear sound of your voice, the way you ask him about the little details from his trip like what kind of food was at the hotel’s breakfast, and if he liked the book you recommended for the bus ride.

You don’t ask about the match, you know all about it. But you know that Tobio doesn’t need a reminder about the loss. Instead you shower him with all the love that you have to give him.

Because, your boyfriend is slowly learning that he is still worthy of love even if he doesn’t win.

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thelaughtercafe · 4 months

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Convenient Interventions

Tea Type: Sweet Tea (Fluff)

Potential Triggers: None for this one! ^^

Pairing: Oikawa & Tsukishima/ Kageyama

Length: 638

Summary: Tsukishima realizes Kageyama is having trouble focusing, and Oikawa, helpful friend that he is, decides to help him relax.

A/N: Gods Kageyama is such a cute Lee and I feel like these two would be lethal Lers, especially to him. Poor Tobio-

“Man, you really suck today- can’t focus King?”

Kageyama whirled and barked a retort.

“Shut it, Four Eyes no-one asked you!”

“So aggressive. Scary~ What, did you not sleep last night, stressing about Oikawa again?”

Kageyama flinched and Tsukishima smirked to himself.

Bingo.

He marched over to where Tsukishima waited on the sidelines and started ranting.

“Why would I even care that he’s here- I’m gonna wipe the floor with him!”

“I’m sure that’s why you’re trembling.”

Tsukishima grabbed his arm, holding it up so he’d see his own hand.

“Wow, you’re that on edge cause of little old me? I’m flattered Kageyama~”

Kageyama tried to whirl to face Oikawa but Tsukishima still had a firm grip on his arm.

“You- don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Oh, don’t I? You’d always get the pregame jitters- remember how we used to help you out with that~?”

There was a lilt evident now, and Tsukishima couldn’t deny he was curious, especially as Kageyama turned his attention back to him and tried to squirm out of his grip when Oikawa began to leisurely walk over.

“Lemme go- this is stupid!”

“Aw, don’t be like that! I just wanna help.”

“No! I-”

“Don’t tell me your new teammates don’t know Tobio. That just won’t do! Tsukishima- you wouldn’t mind helping me dispel Kageyama’s fears, would you?”

Tsukishima probably should’ve been a good teammate and released Kageyama- but he could admit he was sadistically curious.

“Whatever- if it’ll help him play at his best..”

He dismissed, raising his chin as he pulled Kageyama towards him, readjusting him a moment and putting his arms under his to hold the squirming setter against his body.

Oikawa beamed at both of them, easily speaking over Kageyama’s cursing.

“Kageyama here- is actually really ticklish. Here, I’ll show you! It’s the best way to make him shut that big mouth of his and make him squeal.”

He closed in before Kageyama could kick him away and dug into the boy’s sides but he held firm, glaring at him for all he was worth and biting his lip.

Unfortunately for Kageyama, his smirk only widened at the challenge.

“Ah, he’s playing hard to get. That’s fine by me- it’s more fun when I get to break him!”

Tsukishima couldn’t help snickering.

“Well at least now your fear of him makes sense. Too ticklish to take it? The ones who talk a big game like you always have some sort of childish weakness like this. Wait till the others find out.”

Kageyama turned red, his blush raging and very evident and Oikawa encouraged it further with his own laughter, dancing his fingers up to scribble merrily at his ribs making Kageyama finally burst out laughing, unable to help himself.

“Ahaha! Wow, you’re a mean one! Teasing is the perfect way to break that stoic facade of his. Isn’t that right Tobio?"

"You guys are the whohohorst!! Cut it ohohohout!”

“We’re just trying to help Tobio- you don’t have to pretend you hate it.”

Oikawa cooed.

“I’m not pretending!! You guys shuhuhuhuck!”

“Your blush says otherwise. I didn’t even know it could go to your ears like that.”

Tsukishima quipped, blowing air into it and making Kageyama squeal. He could deny it all he wanted but the blonde blocker felt how relaxed he’d become. This really had helped him unwind.

Still, he decided to be nice. Just this once.

“Alright, I don’t want him too tired out before we beat you- thanks for the information though Captain.”

Tsukki finally released him and Oikawa jumped back with a laugh as Kageyama panted and glared at him. He shook himself off and seemed dead set on taking the other down, storming off to practice with Hinata, and Tsukishima couldn’t help but snicker.

This information would definitely have its uses down the line.

#tlc: tickle fics #tlc: sweet tea #oikawa tooru #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #tickle fic #kageyama x oikawa #kageyama x tsukishima #oikawa #tsukishima #kageyama #tickling #tickles #haikyuu tickle fic #haikyuu tickle #haikyuu #ler!oikawa #ler!tsukishima #lee!kageyama

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touchlikethesun · 3 months

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kageyama can't drive and he should never be trusted behind the wheel. his super human spatial awareness is confined to the volleyball court alone. yams tried to teach him to drive in a parking lot one night in their twenties and neither of them will speak about the experience it was that traumatic

hinata has his license, but the list of people that will get in the car if he's driving dwindles by the day, despite his insistence that he's never actually gotten into an accident. he drives like saeko, lots of whipping around corners and abrupt stops, and he blasts music with the windows down. tobio is the only one that's never complained about his driving, oddly enough.

yachi tried to learn how to drive, and she aced the written exam, but she gets too anxious behind the wheel, and she decided it wasn't worth the stress the bus is just fine :))

yamaguchi was the first of the first years to get his licence. he dutifully went to drivers ed, and respects the rules of the road a bit too much maybe. he gets cut off a lot because he's not assertive enough and he always thinks the other driver must be in a hurry for something important.

tsukishima thinks he's an excellent driver, and all of his road rage is just because the other drivers are idiots it's their fault for trying to drive into him when he only ran the red light by like a couple seconds no yamaguchi he is very calm thank you very much. in all fairness he is the second best driver out of the bunch but that's just because the other three are so hopeless.

#they all live in a mountainous region it's hard to drive there lol #excuse the very random headcanons that just occurred to me #karasuno first years #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #yachi hitoka #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukishima kei #haikyuu

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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He Comes To Your Rescue *Part 2*

Atsumu Miya X Reader, Osamu Miya X Reader, Rintarou Suna X Reader, Kei Tsukkishima X Reader

Summary: You get caught up in something and he defends you

Part 1- Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kotaro Bokuto

Part 3 - Kuroo Tetsurou, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Tendou Satori

Part 4 - Yuji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa

Part 5 - Tobio Kageyama

Atsumu Miya

🍣 Atsumu had always been popular with the girls, you had known him since you were in school but you only started dating when you started to manage the Jackals. 🍣 While you were all over Atsumu’s social media but everyone just thought that was just because you were the manager, you were close with everyone after all. 🍣 That was okay for a little while, the people that mattered knew you were together and the fans vying for his attention was normal and the ones that did put it together honestly didn’t care all that much. 🍣 The problem came when people he met professionally seemed to flirt with him or try to steal his attention for some reason that was what got under your skin and this interviewer for some reason really wanted to get to you.

You were in process of filling up water bottles for the boys, the match was close to ending and it was looking like they were going to win but you never celebrated to early, you managed to get back in time to see the winning point smiling to yourself as the boys jumped around, the scream from the crowd overpowering everything else until you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turned to see a interviewer, you recognised her as the one that had taken to using all of her time to question your relationship the Atsumu. “They’ll be off the court in a moment, I’ll make sure you guys are the first people that they talk to.” You said. “Actually we wanted to talk to you.” She smiled and you nodded slightly confused, you passed the water bottles off to the couch so that he could give them to the boys, who at the moment were still celebrating. “What can I do for you?” You asked. “Well you're the manager, it’s nice to hear from you every now and again.” She answered. “So first question, are you proud of them for everything that they’ve accomplished in this tournament?” She asked and you nodded with a smile. “They’ve all worked so hard, they show up early, they leave late and they’ve all sacrificed so much. Most of them have families that they haven’t really seen properly because of the practice schedule so I’m sure it’s nice for them to see the results are worth it.” You answered. “Who are you most proud of?” She asked. “I can’t choose one of them, they all work so hard.” You answered with a shrug. “Huh… Funny.” She mumbled more to herself and you rolled your eyes, you were sure that the interview was going too well. “What?” You asked. “Well I was sure that you were going to say Atsumu.” She answered. “Why?” You asked. “Well considering you seem to do anything to stay on his good side, you seem a little bit clingy for a manager.” She answered but before you could say anything you were turned away from her and the camera. “What ya doin’ hiding over here beautiful?” Atsumu asked, pulling you closer by your hips. “I’m in the middle of some ‘Sumu.” You pointed behind you with a thumb over the shoulder. “Don’t worry about her.” Atsumu mumbled. “‘Su-” He cut you off by pressing a kiss to your lips, if your eyes had been open you would have seen the glare that he was giving to the woman behind you, he pulled away and pulled you into a hug before mouthing ‘leave’ to the reporter behind you. “Come on, the others were looking for you.” He pulls you back towards the team, arms firmly around you when you weren’t hugging another team mate, he can’t have you believing what that reporter had said after all.

Osamu Miya

🍙 Osamu met you because your parents worked at the restaurant when he was younger and they used to bring you down sometimes, as you got older you’d help out with serving and such and ‘Samu was always in the kitchen you both became close because you were the same age. 🍙 Osamu didn’t actually realize that you went to the same school for a long while, that is until ‘Sumu pointed you out in the crowd of people that made up one of their new classes. 🍙 He fell in love with you when you immediately told the two twins apart and walked straight up to him (before they dyed their hair). You guys became official after you left school and you helped him run the restaurant helping with all of the paperwork so that he could do what he liked, the cooking. 🍙 Osamu would never tell you when it was getting busy so every now and then you’d show up to make sure that he didn’t need help and when he did you’d help.

When you walked into the restaurant it was complete chaos, you tied your hair up as you walked into dodging and greeting people as you walked through the kitchen looking for your boyfriend. “What are ya doin’ here?” He asked as he noticed you. “You stopped answering your texts, figured it was getting busy.” You answered. “I owe ya dinner after this.” He mumbled pressing a kiss to your cheek and you waved him off as you started working, most of the customers were regulars who recognised you and stopped you to ask how you were doing while you poured drinks or placed food, for the most part the night went fine, it was still pretty busy when you walked back into the kitchen you were walking towards one of the guys in the back to ask about one of the orders, as you did someone came from behind you knocking you off balance as she barged past you, your hand went straight into a pan of boiling water as you tried to steady yourself. “Get out of the way, the only reason you're here is because you're dating ‘Samu, you don’t even know how to do this job.” She said as she moved past you, you heard her asking about the same thing you were but she didn’t get an answer as the person that she was talking to rushed over to you. “Are you okay?” He asked and you waved him off smiling. “I’m fine, what’s the update on that order?” “It’ll be next out.” He smiled as he went back to his work station though you could feel him glancing at you as you picked up some other plates and headed back into the restaurant.

As the night came to an end, Osamu was cleaning up his station when “Hey boss.” He looked over at one of his long term chiefs, Ren. “What?” Osamu asked as he looked at him. “I think you should check on (Y/N).” He scratched the back on his neck. “Why?” He asked as he looked at the door that led out to the restaurant where you were cleaning tables and putting up chairs. “She bumped into Yuka, the new hire earlier, she insisted that she was fine but I don't know, the ovens were all on, I think she burned her hand.” He explained, Osamu didn’t wait to hear the rest of it, he walked out in time to see Yuka knock your shoulder as she passed you again but you didn’t say anything you just continued to clean everything. “Hey Yuka! Go home and don’t bother coming back, you're fired!” Osamu called after her, she turned to him almost as if she was going to argue but the look on his face told her not to. “‘Samu what are you doing?” You asked as you walked up to him. “Show me your hands.” He ordered putting his hands out palms up, you put your hands out and he could see that one of them was red raw and starting to blister slightly. “Why did you tell me this happened?” “It was busy we needed to-” “You were hurt, that's always more important!” Osamu didn’t mean for his voice to rise but it did and he regretted it immediately as he saw the tears welling in your eyes, he pulled you into his chest careful of your hand. “Ren lock up!” He yelled, pointing to the spare keys behind the counter. “Sure thing Boss.” Ren called back through the small window leading back to the kitchen. “Come on, we need to sort out your hand, then there's dinner I owe ya.” He mumbled against your hair before leading you out.

Suna Rintaro

🦊 Rin trusts you but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t keep tabs on you, he knows where you are at all times and if he doesn’t know where you are your phone is blowing up till you answer him. 🦊 Rin was aware that you had an Ex that liked to lurk around you if he spotted you out on your own but when you texted him asking where he was he knew that you needed him wherever you were, he texted the same question to you, you answered him immediately. 🦊 He told you he’d be there in 20 minutes and he made it in 10. 🦊 He couldn’t see you at first but the moment his eyes landed on you and registered the distressed look on your face and the guy's hand latched around your wrist he knew what he needed to do.

You hoped that Rin wasn’t too far away because there was only so long that (Y/E) was going to try convincing you by talking, you were brought out of your thoughts by a grip on your arm “Hey are you listening?” He asked. “Oh yeah.” You answered. “So?” He asked. “Look I’m waiting for someone, maybe we can catch up some other time.” You suggested not meaning a single word that you said. “They’re not here yet, we have some time.” He smiled as his grip on your wrist tightened slightly. “They’ll be here soon.” You argued trying to pull your arm away. “I’d love to meet this friend of yours.” He smirked as you continued to try and pull away from the man. “He doesn’t want to meet you.” You heard the low timbre that you had come to love. “You ready Sunshine?” “Mmm.” You hummed. “Do you mind?” Rin asked, eyes moving to his hand but he frowned. “We weren’t done talking-” “You’ve got three seconds to remove your hand before I do it for you.” Rin warned him, he looked at him for a second before dropping your wrist and waving a hand. “She’s not worth all that.” He waved off, Rin launched forward as if to grab him but you stopped him. “Let’s just go.” You pleaded. “Alright, what did you come here for anyway?” He asked. “Just needed some stuff for the house.” You answered. “Come on, let’s go get everything and then we can go home and get some rest yeah?” He asked. “Weren’t you at home resting anyway?” You asked. “Mmm.” He hummed “and now I can relax with you.” He pressed a kiss to your head before leading you towards the shopping center.

Kei Tsukishima

🧂 Tsukki cares about very few people’s feelings and troubles. This had been the case for a very long time, there were only a few people that he actively protected, you were one of them. 🧂 You weren’t all that confident but you wanted to support Tsukki in his volleyball matches so you finally built up the courage to one, he noticed you the moment that he was out on the field. 🧂 His view of you was blocked by a group of boys coming to stand in front of you, he didn’t recognise them so he watched as best he could through warm ups but then he saw you flinch away from them. 🧂 Tsukki pushed his water bottle into Yamaguchi’s hands and told him that he’d be back in a minute.

You looked down at the floor as the leader of the group of boys sat in the chair next to you, his arm around the back of you as he smiled “so what do you think, you don’t look like a sports kind of girl, how about we all get out of here and have some real fun.” He suggested as he squeezed your shoulder, you shook your head as you searched for a way out of the situation that you found yourself in but no matter what you did, it seemed that one of the many boys standing around you stopped you from leaving. “Hey Pipsqueak what are you doing all the way over here?” You heard Tsukki in your ear on the other side of you, you felt him remove the arm from your shoulder before pulling you up and into his chest. “Who are you?” “We were just trying to show her a good time.” The guy smirked and Tsukki looked down on him for a second and smirked. “Well let me save you the trouble, you're not worth her time.” He answered before turning away, you heard shuffling and for a second you thought that a fight was going to break out but Tsukki looked back at them and the ice in stare stopped them in their tracks. Tsukki walked over to the group of people there to support Kurasuno, you recognised his older brother. “Keep her here with you until the end of the match, I’ll come get her afterwards.” “Tsukki you don’t ha-” “If I’m going to play, I need to make sure that I’m not worried about you the whole time.” He said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Okay,” You said softly. “I’m proud of you.” He said it so quietly you weren’t even sure that he had. “Proud?” You asked. “Of me sitting there like an idiot?” “You were standing your ground.” He mumbled before pushing you into the open seat and ordering you to stay “I’ll be back later.”

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Round 2, Match 52: Jupiter North vs. Keishin Ukai

Submitted kids:

Jupiter North: Jack, Morrigan, Martha, Charlie, Hawthorne, Cadence, the rest of unit 919 eventually

Keishin Ukai: Shouyou Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kei Tsukishima, Hitoka Yachi, Chikara Ennoshita, Kazuhito Narita, Hisashi Kinoshita, Yuu Nishinoya, Ryuunosuke Tanaka, Asahi Azumane, Koushi Sugawara, Kiyoko Shimizu, Daichi Sawamura

Propaganda under the cut!

Jupiter North:

1. “This man is a true collector! He has never once seen something and said no. Jobs? He's got at least 50 and counting. The wildest outfits you've ever seen? He'll buy them in a heartbeat. Wacky ideas? He's never heard of a bad one. Things In Jars? He has a whole room for them, of course. Children? He adopted his nephew and is probably halfway through the papers for Morrigan. I'd bet that he's eyeing the rest of the Hotel, too.”

2. “he’s so!!!! ok so the main character of the series is morrigan, and her blood family sucks ass. they hate her guts and also she has no friends. she is very lonely and believes that she will be lonely until she dies at a young age. until jupiter comes along!!! he’s really the first person to tell her that she’s worth something and that cares about her. and usually he doesn’t patron people (sponsor their education and mentor them) but he’s her patron <3”

3. “He loves his kids so much. He broke the law many, many times and nearly got arrested quite a few times for the happiness and safety of his children”

4. “He’s a gay ginger madman with a rainbow flag for a wardrobe and the ability to see anything you’re feeling. What more do you need?”

Keishin Ukai:

“One day ur a lonely 20-something working at the local corner store, the next ur a single dad and rookie coach to 14 wayward teenagers.”

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tobio kageyama’s middle name is flounder i think….

if you don’t mind, please consider tobio + flounder, you can choose n/sfw — pls gift your wondrous magic on us beanie 🧎

TY FOR UR SUGGESTION BB

cw: weekend adventure w kags!

“and i don't mind to devolve a bit / learn to love the simple shit / forget we sprouted legs and walked the sand”

“i think this is the best thing i’ve ever eaten.” you grin, your mouth full of the candy bar tobio had packed in your lunches. a few bits of it sticks to the corners of your mouth as you gobble it down like your last meal.

“you’ve said that about everything you’ve eaten so far.” he smiles softly, taking a napkin and wiping away the crumbs still stuck to your lips.

“well, it’s true. everything tastes better after you’ve gotten to do a bit of work for it."

you and tobio survey the path you took up the mountain as you finish the last few bites of food. you’d spent all morning hiking up to a spot that someone had recommended to the two of you. it was a bit off the beaten path to the campsite you wanted to get to, but you had the whole weekend to explore, and it was a worth excursion.

the lake sat situated in the mountains, completed unpolluted by the business of the city miles and miles away. it was freezing cold at such a high altitude, but that was useful in a bit of a cooldown when you were both so sweaty and overworked.

“that everything?” he studies your empty wrappers and snack bags with a trained eye. you nod, placing your trash in your bag. “ready to keep going?”

you survey the area. the lake was a deep blue, reflecting the darkest parts of the sky. the wind rushed across it, making choppy waves diluted by the sunlight glaring off of the few peaks.

“wanna stay here just a bit longer.”

“that’s okay.”

it isn’t very often that the two of you get to go out like this. when he has time off practice, you usually stay home and let him rest. however, he insisted on this. it was something that he had wanted to do for a long time.

“say, you wouldn’t mind setting up the tent right here, would you?”

he thinks for a moment, then shakes his head. “nah. let’s do it.”

the sun dips below the mountain peaks when you finally finish getting everything ready. he makes sure to stir the fire when you sit down next to him on the log he dragged to the campsite.

“i just wanna live out here,” you murmur, leaning against his shoulder. “just like… fuckin’ cavemen or something.”

“you know there are actually people who live out here, right?” he smirks, but you feel the pressure of his head when he returns the affection.

“yeah, yeah. just… it’s so simple, you know?”

“yeah. i know.”

“maybe one day.” a draft of wind brings the smoke from the fire directly into your face. you sputter, turning your head to bury your eyes and nose into tobio’s arm to avoid the sharp sting in your eyes and throat.

“maybe one day.”

you’re silent for a few minutes, relishing in the songs of the birds and the crackling of the fire. when you stand to go inside the tent, tobio extinguishes the fire before following you and zipping the flap up behind you.

“it would be fun… to live out here peacefully,” he comments when he settles into the sleeping bag beside you.

“yeah?”

“yeah.” he presses a swift kiss to your temple before whispering ‘good night’ and wrapping you up in his arms. together, you drift off peacefully to the sounds of the earth around you.

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