#hq!! fanfiction

[theduosetter]

tidal waves

Maybe it sometimes a love is too good to be true.

When you're young you're dumb, thinking that relationships wouldn't be so hard to manage when you are only 16. What was there to be afraid of?

But there comes a time when two people who loved each other too much start to go at war with one another.

That's how it felt like right now.

The happiness, love, and company you adored so much was starting to fade away. There was so much hope you had within you to fix things yet when there's no agreement from both sides, it's a loss cause.

"I told you I was tired today, y/n." He sighed taking a sip from his water bottle.

"I understand. A-and I'm not saying we should do anything after school. I wanted to come and cheer you on during practice-"

Slowly Kei stood up from the ground, a tired sigh escaping from his lips. "You're only going to be a distraction here. I need to concentrate."

Your eyes widened trying hard not to let his words get to you. "How is me being here a distraction?" You questioned. "All I want to do is spend time with my boyfriend."

"Well your boyfriend is too busy training to go to Tokyo." He annoyingly spoke. "You should leave, there's no use in you staying here."

Your grip tightened around the strap of your bag. He walked passed you not saying another word. "Why do you always have to be such an ass?" You muttered making sure he only heard.

Hearing your words made him stop. Some of his team members looked over at you two. They could sense tension between you both but didn't dare to interfere unless it was necessary.

"I'm being an ass now?" He scoffed. "I told you to leave because there was no use for you to stand around. I don't get how being honest is now me being an asshole to you all of a sudden."

"Because you are!" You exclaimed looking him in the eyes. "I've been trying to spend time with you but you kept pushing me away every time. I didn't bother you or said anything because I respected your space!"

By this time it had caught everyone's attention. Coach Ukai became concerned which resulted in him speaking up and it got on his nerves even more.

"Tsukishima she's not a bother, she can stay and watch." Ukai said. "She can even help if she likes, she's your girlfriend you should learn to be a little bit nicer to her."

Kei clenched his jaw tightly the it relaxed as he plastered on one of his famous fake smiles he used on opponents. "You're right sir, I was just saying that she had better things to do than be here. After all we don't know how long practice is going to last and she should go home instead to rest away form here."

You knew of course he didn't meant it. Ukai could see it as well. "Tsukishima she's not your opponent-"

"No." You weakly smiled. "It's fine. Kei is right," you looked at Coach Ukai. "I'll be in the way and won't really be much help. I should go study instead, I apologize for making a bit scene out of this. Sorry for interrupting your practice." You bowed respectful at the entire time.

"Y/n you can stay I'm sure you cheering for him will make him feel less grumpy." Sugawara joked. "Really, stay."

Kei wrapped his arm around you, making you jump in surprise by his sudden warm touch, one that you had been missing for so long. "Sugawara's right you should."

You tilted your head to look up at him. He was smiling but it wasn't reaching his eyes like it used to. If you rejected the suggestion you knew it'd make things worse.

"Okay, yeah just for a bit." You said pulling away from him and walking over to the bench.

"Hey Tsuki?" Tadashi spoke lowering his voice. "I know you've been stressing out about going to nationals but Sugawara was right. Don't you think you're um being a little too harsh on her?"

Kei looked over at you, seeing you smile as you spoke with Nishinoya. It had been a while since he saw you like that and it pained him deeply knowing he hasn't been able to make you smile like that in a long time.

"I don't have time to worry about stuff like that." He coldy spoke. 'Y/n probably won't stick by much longer I don't why I should care when we both know we stopped that a long time ago."

"Y/n is a great person, remember why you fell for her?" Tadashi asked. "You couldn't even stop staring at her during class and waited for her by the entrance every day after school."

It was true. His mind had been over powered by you in an instant. He himself didn't know when he started to fall for you it just happened. It was the happiest day of his life when you accepted his confession and returned his feelings. Being with you was like living in another world. You were the one person he didn't need to put up a facade with, he was able to be himself.

Pushing his glasses up to his nose, he walked back into the court. "We should get back to practice."

Tadashi looked over at you with sad eyes, he knew you deserved better and at times wished Kei would let you go. But he knew him, despite what he says Kei did still love you even if he did act like a jerk.

"Are you sure he didn't brain wash you to go out with him?" Tanaka asked as he drank out of his sports bottle.

"Tanaka!" Daichi exclaimed. "We both know he's not that mean to do such a thing."

"All I'm saying is that being with someone like Tsukishima seems impossible."

"He's not that bad." You said.

"I find that hard to believe." Kageyama mumbled.

"Tsukishima can be grumpy, even more so than Kageyama!" Hinata exclaimed.

"What did you say you dumbass?!" He retorted proceeding to kick him on the side.

"Seriously though if you were my girlfriend I'd be happy to see you every day." Nishinoya said. "Heck I wouldn't even hesitate to show you off and let everyone know how lucky I am to have such a beautiful girlfriend."

You blushed slightly. "That's very nice of you to say Nishinoya. I'm sure your future girlfriend will appreciate that."

"Hell yeah!" He exclaimed pointing at himself. "I wouldn't dream of insulting you or making you feel less. I think anyone with a boyfriend or girlfriend would feel lucky to have a special someone."

Your eyes started to become watery hearing him talk so sweet about someone he hasn't even met yet. You quickly wiped away the tears with the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry!" Nishinoya said. "I didn't mean to make you cry!"

"N-no." You sniffled. "It's not your fault, I guess the words got to me is all."

"Y/n." Kei spoke, making everyone freeze. "Can I talk to you for a sec."

You swallowed down hard knowing well he probably heard Nishinoya talking. You followed Kei, walking to the other side of the gym away from everyone.

He stopped and turned to look at you. "This is why I told you not to come."

"What?"

"I didn't need my teammates to find out how much of a horrible boyfriend I am."

"But I never said that!" You stated. "I-"

"I don't care if you did or didn't but you made it seem like I was. Whatever happened between us doesn't concern them nor Tadashi. I told you that our problems are ours and no one else's."

"Kei-"

"No." He said. "I didn't want to be near you for a reason. I wanted to avoid of all of this happening. If you would have just listened to me then we wouldn't be fighting right now!"

You were starting to get fed up with his attitude, as much as you loved him and wanted to make it work, Kei was turning into someone you didn't recognize anymore.

"Can you just stop making it seem like everything is my fault for a second?!" You yelled.

He was taken back by your sudden change in attitude.

"I've been trying so damn hard to stay by your side and work things out but it's becoming difficult to keep hope for something that doesn't exist anymore." Tears began to form in your eyes. "I love you, Kei Tsukishima despite your shitty ass attitude and how much of an asshole you are. But I'm reaching my fucking limit! I can't stay quiet and hear you talk to me like I'm nothing!"

Something in him snapped he wasn't thinking about anything anymore. His mouth just opened. "If you were suffering with me then why don't you go with someone else who actually cares about you and treats you like a fragile butterfly then?!" You don't need to stay, no one is tying you down or forcing you to be with-with someone like me!"

"Didn't you hear anything I said?!" You retorted. "I loved you enough to stay! Because my ass thought I could at least make you see how bad things have gotten. To fix things together like couples are supposed to do!"

"Don't you see there is noting to fix?!" He stepped closer, closing the gap between you two. "This was a mistake, since the very beginning it was doomed from the start!" His breaking became unsteady. "You need to stop living in your head thinking that this can be saved, give it a rest and just give up!"

One by one, your tears started to escape. Your mind couldn't comprehend how little your relationship had actually meant to him. How every moment you spend together wasn't real to him.

"Why are you hurting me deliberately?" You asked. "W-What did I ever..." You swallowed down hard as tears fell." D-do to you?"

"You." He answered. "I shouldn't have poured so much focus on you instead of practice. I haven't been this stressed since I first joined the team. If I would have known that it would only bring me a headache I wouldn't have confessed."

"So you're saying you regret everything?" You asked him stepping back. "That everything you ever told me meant nothing to you?"

He chuckled dryly, placing his hands on his hips. "I don't need to keep repeating myself. I've told you once already and with the way things are going I figured you'd get it but I guess not."

"You know what?" You softly spoke. "I really wanted to save this... to be like we used to but it's not happening. And I can't try to save something that the person doesn't want."

"So you're just giving up?" He pressed his tongue against his teeth.

"Yeah." You said feeling defeated. "I guess I am."

You walk passed him, sucking in your lip as you tried to keep down the sob that threatened to escape.

But you didn't make it all the way before be spoke again.

"Typical," he said. "Maybe Nishinoya should've been the one to have you."

"Are you kidding me right now?"

"What? It looks like you didn't care about anything when you were smiling your way with him."

"I was only having a conversation with him!" You explained. "I smiled because he had complimented me. Why do you care about that?"

"Because he's not your boyfriend and you're making it seem like you wished he had been!"

"I chose you, Kei!" You cried. "I didn't care about what anyone said about you! I ignored what people said about you being selfish and cold hearted."

"Wow thanks for making me seem like a charity case."

"Would you just stop and hear how much of an asshole you sound like?! No one ever said you were a charity case! I decided to be with you because I loved you. No one ever forced me."

"Sure then you're probably going to go end up in his arms next-*

"Maybe I should." You half smiled.

"What?"

"You heard me." A chuckle escaped from your lips but sadness covered your eyes. "You're probably right maybe this was doomed from the start and who knows being with Nishinoya might have been the better choice for me. Maybe then I wouldn't have to crave compliments from other people since my boyfriend doesn't feel like doing it anymore. Maybe seeking comfort in someone else's arms is better than begging to someone who doesn't love me."

Kei stood quiet looking at the floor with widened eyes. Regret started to run through him, his stomach fell to the ground. Sooner or later you were going to leave but he didn't think it'd be this soon. But then again this was what he wanted right?

Right?

"Why don't we take a breather yeah?" Daichi said. "Before you say something you'll regret in the end-"

Pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose, he turned to look at you with glossy eyes. "There's nothing else to say, everything that was needed to be said was said. Right y/n?"

"Goodbye Tsukishima." You said walking out of the gym and not turning around, no matter how much you wanted to.

"Tsukishima, you can take a break if you'd like or go home if you need to." Sugawara said.

"I'm fine." Kei said. "There's nothing else to think about, we have nationals coming up don't we?"

On the outside he looked calm despite what just happened. But the way his body spoke, how much tension he was carrying on his shoulders and hands, said it all. He wanted to scream, scream like he never had before.

As much he wanted to pretend like he was okay, he knew once he was alone every emotion would start to crash down on him like a million bricks.

He lost the person he loved the most and this time there was no other person to blame but himself.

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[koushuwu]

Don’t Go

pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

summary: Tsukishima has had a crush on you, his best friend and roommate for years. He never really planned on telling you, but when he came home to find you dressed for a date he knew nothing about, he couldn't just let you leave.

tags/cw: Fluff kinda, is this angst? naah, it’s not angst… is it?, Confession, long overdue confession, Misunderstandings, tsukishima being tsukishima means him accidentally being a bit rude, Roommates, Reader wears a dress and make up but otherwise no genderindications, best friends to not entirely lovers but at least to having confessed idk, insecure Tsukishima

word count: 1,8k

a/n: idk where this came from or what possessed me as i wrote it, but it feels like i just shook it out of the sleeve of this oversized t-shirt. i hope you enjoy. 

It’d been quite a long day. Tsukishima Kei was tired to say the least. More than anything he was tired of people. People who weren’t you that is. But if anyone were to ask, obviously he’d deny it until his dying breath. Especially if it was you asking. That’s what he believed. He would never tell you, because first of all, he’d never hear the end of it, and second of all, admitting that, would have you digging deeper, and he could not risk you finding out about his most secret feelings. He’d liked you for years, but you were way better off. Even being his roommate was enough of a strain on you, he thought, but he selfishly didn’t want to lose it, despite it probably being for the better. For you. Maybe he should’ve opened up though. Maybe he should’ve told you. Not that he would think so himself, but if you’d known, maybe you would’ve told him that you reciprocated his feelings. But he didn’t want to tell you. Didn’t want to burden you or risk your friendship to the disgust he was sure you’d feel if he told you. But that one day, when he came home from work, tired and slightly frustrated, everything changed.

He didn’t even make it further than through the front door, before he knew something was different. There was a whiff of perfume hanging in the air. A low strumming of music reaching his ears from further into the apartment he shared with you, instead of the usual sound of the TV running. Tsukishima rubbed his eyes behind the glasses as he kicked off his shoes and shoved them to the side. Stepping inside, his suspicions were confirmed and something was definitely different. His eyes fell on you the instant you came into view. Your back was turned and you were fiddling with the lock of a cute little bag. And that dress. Tsukishima had grown so used to seeing you in your day clothes and in the clothes you wore around the house. Your lazy clothes as you liked to call it. This, however, was a complete one eighty. A cute little black dress that fit your body in ways he’d never seen. For a moment he stood there, flabbergasted with his gaze raking over your frame from top to bottom, and then back up before finally opening his mouth.

“Where’re you going?” His harsh tone had you jolting in the spot. You didn’t turn around and instead tried to keep your eyes on your purse. You hadn’t expected him home yet. Not that it mattered, but his tone felt accusatory and like the crack of a whip coming from behind you, making your ears burn.

“Out.” 

“I just know you’re not going out like that.” Another whiplash came from behind, and maybe Tsukishima knew he should’ve stopped already then, but looking at you dressed like that set something off inside of him that he didn’t know how to control and that he didn’t manage to rein in time.

“What’s it to you?” You finally turned to face him. You looked good, make up perfectly enhancing your natural beauty and Tsukishima had to swallow hard in an attempt to try and swallow the lump that was forming in his throat.

“You can’t,” he breathed, voice failing him even as he tried to speak clearly. As he wanted to say something clever that would make you stay home. But before he managed to collect himself, you’d already cut him off. You’d be damned if you stood here before your date that you may or may not actually want to go on, and listen to his judgment. Especially his judgment, because in all reality you knew, despite trying to suffocate those feelings, he was the one you’d wish you were going with. Regrettably so, considering his harsh reaction before he even said hello. 

“What’s wrong with it?” You asked, but then when the initial insecurity gave way for frustration, you pushed on. “You know what. No. I don’t want to hear it. It’s not any of your business.”

“What are you getting all defensive for?” Tsukishima took a step further into your shared apartment as he spoke. He knew very well why. He knew he’d come off as rude. Again. And he wanted to take it back. But he didn’t know how.

“You can’t just come home and start judging me be–”

“Judging you–” He repeated the words before you even got the chance to finish speaking. He hadn’t been judging. He’d been worried. Worried to risk you slipping through his fingers and disappearing. And worried to let other people see you like that, because what if they realized exactly how precious you were?

“Yeah. Anyway I’m going to be late,” you told him and headed for the door.

“I’m not–” You quickened your pace, hoping to whisk by him before he said anything else stupid. “Wait!” His fingers closed around your wrist, his fast reflexes be damned, and stopped you in your tracks. For all but a moment, you steeled yourself before turning to face him.

“What?”

“I wasn’t judging you.” Tsukishima’s features softened and you almost felt bad for biting the words out. Almost. Instead you cocked an eyebrow up and sent him an expectant look back.

“Okay. Then what was it, if not judging?” Your question hung in the air for a little while and you could see the cogs turning in Tsukishima’s head before he finally sighed.

“Concern.”

“About what? It’s just a date.” Feeling your shoulders relax a little from how tense they’d been, you shook your head in disbelief. Did he literally act mean because he was worried about you? Despite how misguided his way of showing it was, you could appreciate the sentiment. And he was your best friend after all. You knew how he was, and with you he’d always been better than that.

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about,” he confessed and that’s when your heart started racing. And not from frustration. 

“Wait why?” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. The silence settled and Tsukishima looked away, bringing his free hand up to rub at the back of his neck. Time stretched out between you, as did the silence. Once more you shifted back to the other foot. Then you clenched your teeth. No way was he getting away with this, now that you’d gotten the first glimpse, you needed to know. “Tsukishima. Answer me or let go,” you drawled.

“I don’t want to,” he mumbled.

“Why?” you urged and stepped closer to him. Stepping right into his personal space, forcing him to face you.

“Because–” He tried looking away again, fingers twitching around your wrist. He knew he’d put himself in this situation, but he sure as hell was going to try and get back out of it again. He couldn’t handle the rejection and he knew that. But your gaze locked on his and he knew the determination behind them. You weren’t going to let this go. “Because I don’t want you to go on dates,” he tried.

“And why is that, hm? Tell me.”

“I don’t want you to go on dates with someone else,” he said the words a little louder this time, the last words that he hadn’t said the first time, sticking out to you like a sore thumb.

“Someone else?” you questioned, speaking those exact two words out loud, that he’d almost hoped you’d miss.

“Don’t make me spell it out,” he all but begged, finally letting go of your wrist. You didn’t know why he chose that exactly that moment to do so, but when he took a step back from you, you couldn’t help but follow.

“Actually, I think I’m going to need you to do just that,” you told him and crossed your arms in front of you. Your entire presence demanded for him to answer.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.” Being Tsukishima, of course he’d give it one last try to avoid speaking out the words out loud, but you weren’t having any of it. “Or else i’m out that door,” you told him, gesturing to the front door.

“‘m in love with you.” The words came fast. Low. Like he had to get them out before he could stop himself. And maybe that was exactly what happened. He forced the words out before his throat tied up and refused to let him utter any words at all. He sighed and sat down on the nearest chair, putting a hand to his forehead in defeat. Waiting. Just waiting for the blow to hit.

“What was that?” Tsukishima turned his head up at your surprisingly soft voice, your curious eyes met his. You were closer than you’d been before. This was not what he’d expected. Did you really not hear or? There was a tiny glimmer of hope that winked into existence inside of him. Maybe? Just maybe. You saw the way he swallowed before he seemed to regain control over his voice.

“I’m in love with you.”

“Since when?” Your eyebrows drew together slightly. Having known you for years, Tsukishima should’ve been able to distinguish your genuine curiosity, but the doubt was a hard beast to slay. You on your end wouldn’t definitely be able to attest to that, as you had your own internal battle against that very same beast. Could this really be true?

“Since… Since the first morning here.” Tsukishima cleared his throat. His hand went to the back of his neck once more, a nervous habit of his, that you’d grown accustomed to over the years. Then he went on to explain. “When I saw you come from your room in one of my shirts. The one you tugged on before you put in your contacts. You said you didn’t realize it was mine.”

“That was years ago,” you said, voice faltering a little. You remembered that morning. You’d lied back then. You knew very well that it was his shirt, but when you’d accidentally grabbed it at first and his smell engulfed you, you’d been enthralled and tugged it on before you knew any better.

“It was.” Watching you, his eyes softened even further, and when he spoke again, that was the moment when the beast inside of you came to a rest. Tsukishima was never soft like this you realized. At least not with anyone but you. Maybe you’d noticed it before, but brushed it off. You were best friends after all. But now you understood what had been obvious to others for so long. “Don’t go. Please.”

“You should have told me,” you said, voice soft as you stepped closer to him. He nodded.

“I should. I’m sorry. Please.” Please don’t go. You knew what he wanted to say, even as his voice broke. Standing there right in front of him, you reached out and put a hand gently on his cheek, tilting his head further up so you were truly facing each other.

“Okay. I won’t go.”

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[kechiwrites]

| kinktober week one | ♱ denial ♱ | mob!au ushijima wakatoshi x reader |

synopsis: “Being with him was like falling off a cliff, sometimes you jumped, sometimes you’d tripped. Other times Wakatoshi would push you, over and over, and you never quite fell far enough for your head to meet the pavement racing forward to greet you.” wc: 5k cw: angst, power imbalance, language, unprotected sex, minor character death, NO MINORS. author’s note: finally! the prequel for approval arrives, it’s only 2 years late. it’s not necessary to read approval first, you can read them in either order honestly. also! most kinktober fics will be posted mon/wed/fri. enjoy.

approval (pt. 1) ♱ find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here

The kitchens are always so loud, but the sounds of working and cooking and cursing and laughing drown out your musings on what you’re doing with your life.

Your co-worker, Hana, whips past you with a tray heavily laden with food, opening the door to the dining room with her hip. It’s not all that busy, lunch service on a weekday was particularly slow for the kind of lofty, too-high-prices for too-small-plates restaurant you worked at, but a surprisingly large group of brunch moms had settled at the center of the dining room, right in her section.

“He's at your table again babe,” she’s about to push out of the door completely before she doubles back to add; “Well technically he’s at one of my tables but he asked for you. Again.” You nearly choke on the soup you'd been hunched over, and plunk the little ceramic bowl down, wiping nonexistent crumbs from your mouth and apron. Even through her laughing, the look on her face is ripe with insinuation and you know you’ll be recounting the exact details of what he said and what he did and if “he smiled this time?”

In your rush to see him, you nearly smack your head on the swinging kitchen door, your mild embarrassment at seeming so eager pushed askance. It’d been two and half weeks since you’d met, waiting on his table of business associates during an oddly slow dinner service. You’d placed plates and refilled glasses, trying in vain to keep your eyes off the cut of his jaw and the slope of his cheek. Every minute you could steal away from the table of men was spent catching your breath in the walk-in, goosebumps raised by his gaze maintained by the chill biting through your uniform sleeves.

When the meal was done and they’d called for the bill you were only too happy to slide the leather folder onto the table, careful not to angle it towards anyone in particular. Before it could even make contact with the linen tablecloth, Ushijima plucked it from your grasp, sliding in a handful of bills and depositing the filled sleeve into the pocket of your apron.

“Keep the change.” he murmured, voice pitched low and honey sweet as he rose from the table to loom over you. With a practiced, startling quickness, the men accompanying him also stood, clearly gathering themselves to leave. You mumbled out a thank you, eyes pinned to a scuff on the hardwood floors of the dining room, happy to be done with the entire encounter. Happy to have your temperature return from its fever pitch.

Just as you’d pivoted to escape to the kitchen’s safety, his arm shot forward to capture your forearm, and the sensation of his touch ricocheted up your arm into your chest where it spread like ice. For a moment you worried you had offended him somehow and that come that time tomorrow you’d wash up on some shore a thousand miles away from home. After a split-second of panic, his fingers slid lower to cover your wrist, your pulse beating against his fingertips, and the panic was quickly replaced with desire.

“What time do you have?” The question was so mundane it rattled your mind.

“Huh?” You’d managed to choke out, face twisted in confusion. You could hear the redhead who’d been sitting immediately to his left chuckle at you, catching the sight of his hand covering his mouth in your periphery.

“What time do you have?” His tone barely shifted, but looking back, you’d describe it as amused.

You glanced down at the watch wrapped around your free wrist and rattled off “10:28, sir.”

It had been the only words you exchanged that night, aside from his order, but for Ushijima, it had apparently been enough.

He’d left you half your rent as a tip.

You had known who he was, the moment he and his companions sat down, your manager had whispered his greatest hits into your ear. Protection fees, bribes, enforcement, probably murder.

Now he was a regular. Your regular.

“You know you keep coming by and I'm gonna start thinking you like me.” You pull the small notepad out of the apron tied around your waist and tap your pen against it. As always, it’s hard to meet his eyes, so you opt to doodle little flowers in the margins.

"Would that be so bad?" This forces your gaze upward, his voice is teasing, but his face, and what a face it was, is blank. Almost scarily so.

“Depends on how you look at it.” You abandon your flowers.

“How do you look at it?” His eyes are shrewd as he settles back into his chair. On anyone else, the movement would seem casual, but with him, it looked like a threat. Everything he did looked like a threat.

Sometimes you wished he’d make good on them. On you.

“I'll let you know when I've figured it out,” you snort, despite yourself.  “Can I get you anything, maybe a glass of wine?” you gesture to his table, empty of anything but place settings and spotless glasses, one for water and another long stemmed crystal that usually went unfilled.

“I don't drink.” He murmurs, voice just above a whisper while he drags the pointer finger of his left hand over the tines of his salad fork.

“Do you ever relax?” Your eyes are drawn to the movement, following the gentle path along the cutlery, and when he stops, you force yourself to meet his stare. The look he gives you makes you feel as though he’d given you a test, and try as you might, you can’t tell if you passed or failed.

“I indulge in other things.” The phrase is dripping with promise and you find yourself tingling with the familiar excitement his presence brings. He shoots you a meaningful stare, eyes now focused on the set of your mouth as you speak.

“I'll be right back with your water.”

Somehow the refuge of the kitchen is less hot than the dining room where he sits, waiting for you. Regardless, you still feel like sticking your head in the dishwater just to cool off.

When you can bring yourself to return with his ice water, Ushijima’s table is empty, save another exorbitant tip, and a perfectly square piece of paper, folded in half. You slip the tip into your apron and unfold the note, revealing text written in thin, slanted script; “Antonio’s, 9 PM”. The dark blue ink is slightly smudged over each following letter.

You stash the note away with his tip and think to yourself; ‘Hm. He’s left handed.’

That night, you’re hardly halfway into your meal with Ushijima, woefully trying to soak up your pre-dinner glass of wine with the fancy pasta he’d recommended to you, when he asks you a question.

“Do you have a man to take care of you?” He stares at you unflinchingly, hands folded in his lap, food barely touched. You almost choke on a noodle at his bluntness, and narrowly avoid coughing into your hand by forcing the stray fettuccine down with, you guessed it, more wine. The waiters here must’ve been paid by the pour.

“I don't see how that's any of your business.” You manage to spit out, covering your mouth with your hand daintily, pausing to set down your fork.

“I want to make it my business.” The phrase sends heat up your spine and you desperately tamp down your desire to lean forward and whimper “Whatever you want, Mister.”

Instead, you opt to answer diplomatically; “What if I told you I do?”

“You're not going to say that.”

Ouch.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond, pushing on, not to explain himself; he never explains himself. Ushijima speaks to inform you. How kind.

“Not because I don't think men want you, I know men want you. I want you. I don't think you'd entertain me if you had someone in your life.”

If you were pressed later on, you’d say that’s when Ushijima Wakatoshi had you. That’s the moment you fit so sweetly in his palm. That’s when your heart swore fealty.

But in the moment, you just really wanted to fuck him.

“Fair enough.”

Your next sip of wine empties the glass.

All your following dates after the first have a strange shade of innocence to them. Ushijima, even with his thick perimeter of bodyguards and seemingly bottomless pockets, is content to take you out for ice cream, to pick you up after work and hold your shopping bags while he foots the bill. It’s all surprisingly pedestrian for a man with a body count in the hundreds. Allegedly, of course.

And then, after date number six, when you’re thanking him for walking you home, and the night around you is still and quiet and comfortable, he tells you to call him Wakatoshi, and you think that he might just be in your palm too.

The first time you have sex, the two of you are lying on your slightly too small bed, and you almost cry with how good it feels. He touches you so softly, but every part of him is so firm. And he kisses you so much, on your lips, your cheeks, your throat, the small of your back, where your thigh curves to make your ass, the inside of your wrist. It feels as though there isn't a moment where his lips aren't pressed to your skin, and you revel in the feeling. In the soft downward slope of his shoulders and the short puffs of breath against your temple while he drives into you. The first time he makes you come it stops all thought, every worry of how bad he was for you, how far and fast you were falling. It’s all so good that it’s only the pressure of him bearing down on you that stops you from passing out from the pleasure.

For a while you stay like that, with him inside you, unmoving, and you beneath him, gasping for breath. He hasn’t finished yet and he makes it painfully clear, rubbing his thumbs into the tensed muscles of your thighs and calves, urging you to recover. You almost ask him to stop, the contact is nearly overwhelming.

Then he asks you.

“That's not enough for you, is it?”

And you agree. You push him away and slide out from under his hold, twisting deftly until he is below and you are above. You straddle him and take his head between your hands and watch the most feared man in the city crumble beneath you. He pours himself into you, hips stuttering against you in his desperation, sweat slick palms sliding over your skin while he fucks you to completion.

Toshi is not sweet, or charming or even very kind, not unless his lips are pressed to yours while his hands go soft over your breasts, thumbing and grasping at the plush skin beneath your shirt. Regardless, where he goes, you follow, until you're tumbling head first into something you couldn't have possibly prepared for. 

There were times when the reality of what you were doing struck you upside the head and made you question everything. When you were alone and your mind could go unchecked, focus on something other than Wakatoshi burying his teeth in your shoulder while you came on his fingers. Times like when your boss couldn’t quite keep eye contact with you during front-of-house meetings. Or when you were sure a police cruiser was tailing you. Or when the intense bodyguard (with a fucking bowlcut) who so clearly disliked you slammed the town car door just a little too hard. But Toshi was close by, ready to wipe away worries with soft lipped kisses and lingering touches and presents he “thought you would like”. 

And he was always close by. He hoarded your attention like he hoarded power and influence. For the first three months you'd been together, he had refused to call you by your name in front of his men. As though it was knowledge only he should know, a power only he could have.

It was surprisingly childish, but the proclivity faded eventually. Instead, he showed his influence in different ways. 

Over time he develops this method of persuading you, of asking you questions until you gave him the answer he wanted to hear. Sometimes you weren't even sure if he knew he was doing it. It started with little things, things that branded you as “his girl”. Making reservations using his name, even when he wasn't present. Letting him fuck you in the back seat of one of his glossy black cars, even after insisting you weren't "that kind of girl" (whatever the fuck that meant), breaking your lease and moving onto his estate, into a bedroom across the hall from his. Not that you spent much time there.

Then the things Ushijima asked for weren't so little anymore.

“Put in your resignation.” He mutters, patting the inside of your thigh when he pulls away from you. The switch to Ushijima Wakatoshi, “the Underground Crime Boss” from Toshi, “man who just spent an hour grinding your clit against his tongue” makes your head spin and it takes you a minute to realize he’s talking about your job at the restaurant. Unfortunately, the feeling his command causes is familiar, and unwelcome.

“A place like that doesn’t need a resignation.” You laugh him off and rise to shower, legs pleasantly unstable, but before you can start wobbling to the bathroom, he catches you by the wrist. His fingers press forcefully against your skin, anchoring you to the spot.

“Good. Make the call then.”

His tone brooked no room for further discussion, and you acquiesced, just to get that cold, sharp gaze off your skin, out of your hair. Later you’d tell yourself he would���ve convinced you eventually and you were just saving the both of you some time, time better spent with him inside you. You’d tell yourself that you never really even liked your job, just the people and they’d be easy to reach.

But it didn’t make you feel any better.

Being with him was like falling off a cliff, sometimes you jumped, sometimes you’d tripped. Other times Wakatoshi would push you, over and over, and you never quite fell far enough for your head to meet the pavement racing forward to greet you. Mostly, you could only feel the air rushing past, whipping over your skin, watering your eyes. But occasionally, things would happen that force you to remember the ground, and fear makes your stomach flip flop into your throat. And you truly honestly think; “I’m going to die.”

The parties, however, are a definite bonus, you meet interesting people, you wear nice clothes, the top shelf, premium quality alcohol is free and you spend the majority of the night tucked securely into Toshi’s side. But the best part is the looks, the fear. You’d never really experienced anything like it before. People stare at you in reverence, they try to impress you, people you barely know stumble over themselves to make you happy. Because you’re Toshi’s girl.

It’s intoxicating.

The vodka helps too though.

And tonight it’s in excess. You’re not even quite sure what’s being celebrated but Toshi had thrown open your bedroom door, small, wrapped silver box in hand saying little but “get dressed”. When you asked what for, he’d shrugged and muttered something about a nightclub before placing the gift in your expectant hands. Inside had been a diamond tennis bracelet, each inlaid stone winking it’s own brilliance at you. Easily one of the most expensive gifts Toshi had ever given to you, and his small, indulgent smile as you’d secured it to your wrist confirmed its importance. He’d placed his hand on your cheek and pressed his lips to yours gently, whispering against your mouth; “Let’s show it off.”

And really, how could anyone say no to that?

“Quite the step up from bussing tables, ain’t it.” Tendou is addressing you, which is rare enough that it pulls you out of your reverie. What isn’t rare, however, is the seedy, leering smirk on his face when he looks at you over the rim of his crystalline whiskey glass.

“It’s nice.” You shrug, and Toshi adjusts minutely so you can lean forward, the movement jostling the diamond drop earrings you’d received for your birthday. You smile placidly at him and will your heartbeat to remain steady. In reality, everything about Tendou makes you nervous, where Ushijima is blunt and quiet, Tendou says a lot and means so very little. His eyes are sharp and unwavering for everyone, even for those you assume he likes and though it’s easy to forget that the men and few women who surround you on a daily basis are hardened criminals (many of whom treat you like a little sister of sorts), Tendou is undeniably dangerous, and he wants you to know it.

When you do speak again, your voice is deceptively even and playfully regretful; “I do miss the tips though.”

Tendou’s answering laugh is loud and abrasive. He raises his glass to you, seemingly satisfied with your answer and the breath you release is just barely a comfort. Toshi tugs you back into place and before you’ve even settled, his lips brush the shell of your ear.

“Be good.” The command sends a shock down your spine that settles as a flutter in your abdomen.

“When am I ever not good?” The flirting comes easier with the time that passes. Over the year you’ve spent together, you’ve struck a balance between what Toshi wants people to see of you and what you want to show. It feels almost like...putting on an act, saying the lines that will get a reaction, playing a part the audience wants to see. The Mobbed Up Girlfriend. Not quite as out of the know as you really are, beneath the jewelry and liquor and bodyguards.

All of that show just to strip it down when you’re by yourself, really by yourself, and you have to confront the constant, suffocating, looming threat of danger and secrets, of blood and money. Of Wakatoshi taking phone calls in other rooms, and harshly whispered commands and family meetings you aren’t allowed to attend.

But right now, in the dark, numbingly loud nightclub, nestled deep into Ushijima territory, you have a play to put on.

So you play. Ushijima turns and asks Shirabu for a cigarette, who quickly provides for his boss. Ushijima balances it between his lips and begins to remove the arm around you to light it. But because you’d forced Toshi to watch a gangster movie with you (“it’ll be funny. You can tell me what they do wrong.”) and you were apparently stupid, you sneak your hand into the inside pocket of his jacket, wrapping your fingers around his silver lighter, before you tug it out and light his cigarette for him.

Toshi, for a fraction of a second, looks shocked and the rise of his eyebrows delights you. Then his face settles into something darker, more...considering. And your delight melts into desire. Without a word to the hangers-on nearby, he stands, his hand clasping yours, tugging you through the dance floor filled with shaking, sweating bodies and into the restroom. Immediately, you’re met with three pairs of curious eyes, eyes that just as quickly swing to the man accompanying you.

“Out.”

The men’s room door is barely shut before your dress is rucked up around your waist and Toshi pushes inside your weeping cunt, trailing feverishly hot, open mouth kisses up the exposed column of your throat.

“What part of ‘be good’ don’t you understand?”

The interior of the car is plush and warm when you enter, the running engine thrumming pleasantly beneath your shaky legs. Goshiki’s knife-sharp gaze meets yours in the rearview window. “He’s still inside. I’m leaving a little early.” You mutter, not wanting to explain the tear up the side of your dress to Toshi’s most unlikeable lackey. Without another word, he pulls out of the club’s parking lot, speeding along the route to the estate. It’s silent for a while, after all, there’s no love lost between you and your “babysitter” and you’re content to sit in the bitter quiet, watching the streetlights zip by.

“You know it's a power thing right?” Goshiki snipes, eyes back on you when you drag your eyes back to the mirror.

“What?” You’re practically soaked in alcohol and you can’t be bothered to drum up even a little softness in your tone.

Not that he deserved it in the first place.

The way he looks at you makes you sick, makes you uncomfortable, like you're something stuck to his shoe.

"It's a power thing for him. Man like him can have anything he wants." his brows come together in the center, and you can feel the envy roll off him in waves, thick to the point of suffocating you. "Anyone, so he picked you. A little waitress from the big city." He sneers.

And you know, of course, that it's true. You, like all things, are just another facet of Ushijima's business, a more personal account he handles himself. Kept so close, to lose you would be a liability. He loved you, he said so himself, but he keeps you at a distance.

But that doesn't mean you have to let disrespect slide.

“Being rude to me won't make him like you, you know.” Your voice is so cold it almost shocks you, but for better or for worse, watching Toshi conduct business everyday has changed the way you speak. ‘Just a little bit’, you reassure yourself. “It won't make them take you seriously.” Your perfectly manicured nails dig into the buttery leather of the seat between you, before you lean forward to hiss in his ear; “You're just a foot soldier.”

“And you're a stress reliever.” He bites at you, his foot falling heavy on the gas pedal in irritation, forcing the car to accelerate further.

“Maybe.” You hum, “But I get to stay inside the house. Can't say the same for you, can we?” The harshness of your taunts fills your ears, and it may as well be another person speaking entirely. But the way he pales and tears away his gaze makes you feel….good. In a way you don’t want to examine.

Goshiki leaves you alone after that.

For the most part, everyone keeps you at an arm’s length when it comes to Toshi’s business, and you’re grateful. The ugly seediness of the city’s underbelly is a world you don’t care to explore, even though you're happily perched on the lap of the man who controls it.

That being said, there’s hardly anything you can do to stop his enemies from trying to get to you. It’s not intentional, not really, but it is business, and business is fucking important.

It’s business that has you leaving the estate earlier than usual. Apparently, Toshi has the entire underworld coming to the estate for some sort of “gangster summit” (Tendou’s words of course) and he wants you out of sight.

“Just for the day. I’ll make it up to you. Keep your head down, follow orders for once.” He’d murmured above you while you looped his tie, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before turning his broad back to you, the soft click of the bedroom door closing behind him eliminating any chance of your refusal. Not that you had one brewing anyway.

It was hard to turn him down when you first started seeing each other, now it’s near impossible. Now, the slightest downturn of his mouth, the incredulous uplift of his brow is enough to turn the “no” on your lips to ash. The shame only settles in when he’s not around to fuck it out of you. It trails behind you like smoke curling and cloying wherever you go, following you out of the main house and down the driveway, Goshiki, ever present at your side. You wave at Kai, who’s sitting sleepily in the driver’s seat of the slick black sports car at the end of the driveway. He returns the gesture, smiling back before turning the key in the ignition.

You’d never seen an explosion in person before, like any normal goddamn person, but before today you had figured it would be close in approximation to what you see in movies, and on tv. And yeah, you weren’t stupid, you knew those were controlled, and on sets and sound stages, but how far from the truth could they be?

Very far, as a matter of fact.

It’s the light that hits you before anything else. It’s impossibly bright at first, and in the back of your mind you wonder if you’ll be blinded, if you’d keep your eyebrows, even though you weren’t very close at all.

Then the sound of it — the delay was a little disturbing — the crushing boom of Toshi’s favourite convertible exploding into flames came maybe a quarter of a second after the light, and your screaming started with the heat. You screamed and screamed even through the smothering presence of Goshiki’s palm.

You could’ve been in there. Wakatoshi could have been in there. Burning to death like the driver is right now, the driver with the small, sweet smile. Too sweet for the work he does. The driver who likes the chai lattes you bring him most mornings, even if “they’re not a man’s drink”.  For business.

Head? Meet pavement.

It’s four days after the car incident, the incident no one will mention around you, the one that left Ushijima’s favourite ride a smoking heap of burnt out metal, the one that almost killed you, the one that reportedly left a little girl fatherless. He’d all but shoved you out of the house, foisting you onto Goshiki, if only to evade your questions, your concerns, your night terrors.

“Go get something to wear, we’ll go out tonight.” The paranoia scratching at the inside of your skull almost makes it impossible to process what Wakatoshi is asking of you, but you nod anyway, slide the folded bills he offers you into your coat pocket and descend the stairs to where Goshiki is waiting, sullen but blissfully quiet. On your way down, you catch the beginning of Toshi’s conversation before he shuts himself behind his office door; “I don’t want any more close calls.” Your stomach flips in time with the door slamming shut and you swallow down the bile rising in your throat.

What the fuck is happening?

Shopping is a dull affair lately, expensive clothes and saccharine perfumes slipping through your fingers with disinterest. Anything that does catch your attention is scrutinized with thoughts of how quickly it would burn up in a staged arson, how well it could stop a bullet, how much or how little it would hurt Ushijima to sell it or toss it out after he’d buried you in the estate’s garden. After hours of the same, of sales associates with the word “commission” sparkling in their otherwise dull eyes, of Goshiki grunting and sighing about having “better shit to do”, you call it, ready to slink your way over to some luxe hotel room to burn away the rest of your exile.

The car sits gleaming in the parking lot and as it has done every day since, your heart skips before you remember that every single vehicle that goes in and out of the estate has been checked thoroughly over and over. However, before you can stash yourself away in the backseat to pour over what the fuck you were doing with your life, you’re approached by a pair of uniformed officers, their faces smeared with tepid smiles, as if they wish to put you at ease.

“Excuse me Miss…” the officer trails off, leaving space for you to finish your name. You don't, instead you stare, placing three heavy shopping bags into Goshiki's waiting hands.

“We'd like to speak with you,” the taller officer with a goatee and long hair addresses you, his thumbs tucked into his belt. “regarding an incident that occurred outside your residence the other day.” The other police officer, wearing a badge brandishing the surname ‘Nishinoya’ eyeballs Goshiki, his entire — admittedly small frame — fraught with tension, as though he’s waiting to pounce. “If you have some time.” The first officer adds, his gaze never straying from your face.

The rules drilled into you by Toshi are so well ingrained you begin to speak on autopilot.

“Am I being arrested?”

The officer blinks, and shakes his head, the corners of his mouth pulled down in a frown. "No ma'am. But we are asking you to provide us with a statement."

Later on, when you’re sitting on the cold, cold steel chair in the precinct, shivering and willing yourself not to whimper under the detectives’ heavy, judging gaze, you’ll realize that it was the word ‘witness’ that set Goshiki off, reminded him of his fucking job.

Your babysitter-bodyguard steps in front of you, shielding you from the officer’s view, shoulders hiked up to his ears.

“You can let her come with us, or I can find a reason to put you in the cop car too, and I promise you the trip won't be quite as nice.” Officer Nishinoya chirps, shifting towards the two of you.

“It's fine.” You place your hand on Goshiki’s shoulder, hoping to stave off any upcoming outbursts, if not for his sake, then certainly for your own. “I'll come.” You circle around the men, almost relieved that you’ll be someplace, where for once, you are out of Wakatoshi’s grasp, out of his influence, at least for a little while.

“He won’t like this.” Goshiki spits, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as the officers guide you into the backseat of the cramped cop car they arrived in.

“He wanted me out of the house, Goshiki. I’m following orders.”

whew! longest fic yet i believe. again, you can find approval, which takes place directly after this fic here. scope the rest of my kinktober 2022 masterlist here!

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[hedonistvenus]

Irrational Rationality (3,982) by hedonistvenus

Chapter: 2/2 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Characters: Akaashi Keiji, Kozume Kenma, Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou Relationship: BokuAkaKuroKen Important Tags: Akaashi Keiji-centric, Depression, Hurt/Comfort, Eating Disorders Summary:

Keiji was terrible at taking care of himself when he got stressed, but luckily, he had three boyfriends who were more than happy to pick up the slack and be there for him.

(Read on Ao3)

#my fics #haikyuu!! #bokuakakuroken #akaken #bokuaka #kuroaka #hq!! fanfiction #fanfiction #akaashi keiji #Kuroo Tetsurou #Kozume Kenma #bokuto koutarou

[ceo-of-daichi]

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

Characters | Sawamura Daichi x Fem!Reader

WC | 500+

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

Tip-Jar☕️ | Navi | Drabble Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[hon-ei]

equivalent exchange

“Heh, cheeky,” the barista winks. “Why, will ya tell me yer name if I show ya?”

He rolls his eyes. “Of course not–” Pursing his lips, he squints to read a nametag that normally isn’t there. “Osamu.”

“Oi, ya little cheater. This is my brother’s name tag,” the blond snorts. Smirking, he puts his elbows up onto the counter to lean a little closer as well. “Thought ya could pull one up over me, didja? Guess ya still don’t know me either, Mask-kun.”

—

or, on tuesdays and thursdays, a face-masked stranger finds himself in a local coffee shop at exactly 1:07 pm. each time, he gives a different name for his order.

perhaps there’s something magical about each encounter, and that’s why he returns—or perhaps, he just has a sweet tooth (and an attachment to the cute blond making his drink).

read on ao3

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[heartypiano]

prince!akaashi x knight!bokuto would be adorable if it werent for the angsty side of the ship. imagine keiji's parents wouldnt mind about bokuto being a knight so they get married.

when koutaro becomes the second king next to keiji, he gets baby fever from helping out the kids in the orphanage so he goes to keiji, wanting to adopt one. of course, keiji had to think about it since they were both too busy to even pay attention to a whole child, they didn't want to neglect the poor kid. time flies and keiji finally thinks its time to adopt not one, but two.

funny story is, they technically didn't adopt them. they just found 2 abandoned infants in a basket and keiji wouldn't stop gushing on how poor and cute they were. koutaro agreed and decided to adopt the 2 as their own. each kid have gotten their charms from their fathers of course, one is a bit more hyper yet introverted while the other is self reserved yet outgoing.

if ever the boys get into a fight, keiji tends their wounds as koutaro gives them a whole big speech on how brothers were supposed to have each others backs, not turn it against each other. keiji would pull out the "your father's right, im disappointed in both of you." which makes the 2 sons cry and keiji just starts slightly panicking on how he made them both cry with just 1 sentence.

they all made up, and by bonding together, the boys help water their personal garden with keiji as koutaro realizes,

he's one lucky man.

AHHHH SORRY FOR NOT POSTING!!! im out of writer's juice >_> also im open for moots! so if u want to, just hmu :D

#bokuto koutaro #bokuto koutaro x akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji #mlm #gay mlm #haikyuu #hq!! fanfiction #hq!! drabble

[arahabakix]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Bokuto Koutarou/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Sakusa Kiyoomi Characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Sakusa Kiyoomi, MSBY Black Jackals Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Polyamorous Character, Established Polyamorous Relationship, not beta-ed, whaddup i'm writing fluff for the first time in my life, and of course it's with sakubokuaka, i re-read the msby chapters and got emotional so here i am, idk idk something something comfort/vulnerability/playfulness, also im in love with bokuto so i wanted my fave charas to also be in love with bokuto, which let's face it they already are Series: Part 3 of sakubokuaka fics Summary:

Tragedy strikes on Monday and it all starts with a bottle of hair gel.

Or how Koutarou's boyfriends navigate the events that transpire when he runs out of hair gel.

#bokuto koutarou #haikyuu!! #hq!! fanfiction #sakusa kiyoomi #akaashi keiji #sakubokuaka #bokuaka #sakuboku #sakuaka #*my writing #fluff #[posting this again cause ehhhh] #pls join me in shipping these three idiots together

[damconcha]

Listen, I haven’t checked Haikyuu’s ao3 tags in a while but SAKUATSU SURPASSED KUROKEN?!

#i love how rapidly they’re gaining popularity #but there will be a problem if they surpass iwaoi #sakuatsu #kuroken #hq!! fanfiction #hq!!

[theduosetter]

"We were too young to understand what love really was... weren't we?"

You nodded, smiling sadly as you looked up at the sky that was filled with a million brought stars. "Every day I prayed that our paths would cross again."

His focus was on the broken concrete in front of him. "I went to the shrine everyday too, hoping that one day we would get a chance to make up for what could have been."

"I guess the gods had a different plan in mind." You mumbled.

"Seeing you now again, it makes me believe that those gods don't really care about what happens." He bitterly spoke. "Out of all the years we could have ran into each other again..."

"Who knows," you crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Maybe our destiny was meant to be different instead. We tried so hard to keep something that shouldn't have continued in the first place."

"Is that why you never kept in touch?" He questioned turning his head to look at you. "You left it up to destiny?"

Turning your head you looked him in the eyes. "I left it alone because I had no way of telling if we would see each other again." With glossy eyes, you continued despite your uneven breathing. "Holding onto something too much sometimes only does you more harm than good. We went our separate ways Tooru-"

"That doesn't mean you should had given up." He retorted, a shadow over casted his eyes. "I-" he clenched his jaw looking away trying hard to control his tears. "All I ever did was hold it inside of me... even if it did feel hopeless at times I never wanted for it to die." Tooru wiped away the tears that slipped. "If I stopped believing it... then it truly would have been over."

"Tooru." You softly spoke but he didn't dare look at you. "Look at me... please."

Slowly he turned his head, a sad smile rested on your lips. Gently you caressed the side of his face, he leaned into it closing his eyes and letting the tears escape.

"I wanted to keep holding onto hope too." You admitted, "That day I left all I kept wishing for was to see you again soon before either of us moved on. I wanted to throw everything away to run back after you."

"Then w-why didn't you?"

"Because if two people were truly meant to be then there is no obstacle that can pull them away."

He looked at you with glossy eyes. "Then let us continue off from where we left off. Let's give us a second chance to enjoy what we couldn't when we were in high school."

"Tooru." You gently moved your thumb across his soft skin. "Both of us are on different paths, we can't just drop everything to go back to a relationship we won't know will last."

"You said it yourself," he stood back up straight and took your hand that was on his cheek into his own. "We won't know if it'll last or not, that should be a good enough reason to test it out."

You closed your eyes, tilting your head down feeling the tears fall.

"I know somewhere deep inside," he gently held your chin between his index finger and thumb. "You still have feelings for me, your feelings never disappeared, Y/n." You opened your eyes as he tilted your head back to look at him.

Your eyes widened, realizing how much you missed staring into those chocolate brown orbs.

"I still love you, Y/n," he whispered. "I still love you like the day I first met you in my opponents gym."

"Tooru, I-"

"Let's not waste any more time." Tooru begged as he leaned in closer to decrease the gap between you two.

Your breath got caught in your throat realizing how close you had gotten.

"You have no idea how much I missed you..." Gently he rested his forehead against yours. "How much I missed feeling you, kissing you, having you in my arms... seeing your smile every day."

"I-I missed you too, Tooru."

A small smile formed on his lips hearing your words. "Let's be together then, there's nothing we cannot over come. We've done it once before, I know we can do it again."

Every bone in your body wanted to scream yes and not care about what could happen but it was impossible and you knew it.

"Tooru, listen I-"

Your phone then rang, you mumbled a quick apology and looked at the caller ID.

Pulling away you took a deep breath and pressed on the green answer button.

"Hey." You said.

"Hey, is everything okay?" They asked. "Did your train get delayed?"

"Oh um n-no I ran into an old friend." You said looking at Tooru. "I wasn't able to get on the train, it left before I even remembered."

"Well I'm glad you're okay. I was worried about you."

"Yeah I- um was going to let you know and I forgot." You apologized. "I'm sorry for worrying you."

"It's okay." They softly smiled. "I'm just glad you're okay. Are you going to be able to catch the next one? If not I can go pick you up-"

"No it's okay," you reassured them. "The next one should be here in a few minutes. I'll let you know when I get into the train this time for sure, I promise."

"Okay," they chuckled. "Tell your friend I said hey and hope to meet them one day."

"I will," you smiled small looking at the ground.

"I love you, text me alright?"

"I-I will...I love you too."

Tooru looked away, his hand formed into a fist. Defeat took over his body.

You could see the painful expression he wore on his face. It pained you to see him like this. The last thing you wanted was to shatter his heart.

"I guess you did end up meeting someone else new huh."

"Tooru I wanted to tell you-"

He shook his head, sniffling as he tried to control his tears. "I had small hope that we'd be able to pick up where we left off or start again... but I shouldn't have kept such high hopes." A small chuckle escaped from his lips. "But I don't blame them I mean look at you... y-you are such a catch, so beautiful. No wonder you were able to meet someone new."

"I wanted to come back here and meet up with you too Tooru." You sniffled. "And I should feel guilty because I have someone with me b-but all I wanted was to see y-you."

"You can't tell me that." Tooru tilted his head back closing his eyes tightly trying to stop the tears. "It's not fair when you know how much I still love you-!"

"I know it's unfair!" You cried out. "I feel ashamed for having feelings for someone who was supposed to stay in the past but I can't control them. How can I control these feelings when I have you in front of me?!"

"You have to." He pressed his palms into his eyes. "God... as much I want to kiss you right now and ignore what the other person feels... it's only going to make me a shitty person and makes things more complicated."

You wiped away your tears with the back of your hand. "I shouldn't be hung up on you still..."

Tooru exhaled and turned to look at you. "You can't control what you feel but you can make sure they don't appear again."

"W-what are you-"

"Until you're certain of the relationship you have and you know how you feel towards me..." He bit his lip, it was so difficult for him to stay it. "I-I won't contact you... nor bother you anymore. I won't ask about you to anyone and I'll make sure no one tells you anything about me so I don't distract you from being with them."

"Tooru you're not a distraction, you never have been."

"Maybe back then I wasn't... but right now I am." He stated. "It's best for us both to keep our separate ways now more than ever."

"Is that what you r-really want?" Your voice broke.

"I'd be lying if I said that I do," he said. "But there's no other choice... not until everything is figured out."

"I don't want to stop seeing you." You admitted.

A bittersweet smile rested on his lips. "I don't want to either... but we have to."

The train to Miyagi will be departing in a few minutes, this is the last train until tomorrow morning.

"You should go." He said. "I don't want to be the cause for missing your train."

You knew you had to move but you couldn't, you didn't want to watch him leave again.

"Will we ever see each other again?..."

He lovingly caressed the side of your face, smiling. But you knew his smile wasn't reaching his eyes. "I guess we'll see what the gods say."

"I hope they know what they're doing with us."

"Me too."

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Hunger & Satisfaction (6,058) by hedonistvenus

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Characters: Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma, Kuroo Tetsurou Relationship: BokuAka, BokuAkaKuroKen Important Tags: Trans-Akaashi Keiji, Mildly Dubious Consent Summary:

Bokuto convinces Akaashi to go to the spring eclipse festival with him. A pair of trickster cat spirits have… other plans for their special night out.

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[ceo-of-daichi]

i have arrived with the writing prompt of teasy touchy meian while you are out in public!!! 🥰

❥Pairing | Meian Shugo x Fem!Reader

❥WC | 500+

❥A/N | Nervous chuckle… okay so this may have a very abrupt ending because I realised if I didn’t stop I would have turned it into a full blown fic😮‍💨 But I hope I did this justice, for some reason I always turn to changing room sex when someone says ‘teasing in public’ KDHXNDJXJ anywayyys… I hope you enjoy this

❥TW | Public teasing, changing room antics, pet names ‘babe’ and ‘sugar’, allusions to fingering…

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You know your boyfriend wasn’t the biggest fan of shopping, unless he was spoiling you with things, which you weren’t letting him do today.

This was about him, he had a big celebratory night coming up for MSBY and despite all Meian’s grumblings of; “I have plenty of suits in the closet babe” and “I can just reuse the one from last year”.

You were determined to get him a new one.

“You can’t reware the same suit to the same event a year later, Shugo!” You scorned, your arms crossed over your chest as you sent him a stern look.

So that's how you ended up in this position and despite knowing that he didn’t want to be here, you expected him to at least chirp up when he started trying on suits.

“You like this one sugar?” He hums as he watches your eyes widen, he had tried on at least 5 suits by this point, but this one had to take the cake.

It was a deep emerald three piece suit and it fit so perfectly. You looked him up and down multiple times, you just couldn’t tear your eyes away, the way the trousers hugged his thighs and the waistcoat…

When you finally caught his eyes again he was smirking knowingly.

“You like what you see?” He teases taking a small step closer to you and you knew you were fucked.

He had been overly touchy on the walk to the store and then as you were browsing.

A squeeze of your ass, a hand brushing over your chest, at one point he fully cupped your cunt through your dress when you weren’t expecting, causing you to go bright red and slap his hand away.

He had been a tease all day, probably a punishment for forcing him to leave the house when all he wanted to do was spend it in bed with you.

But now you are in a dressing room, a bit of cover from the outside world (although not as much as you would like) and he has you completely soaked. All because of a damn suit.

Next thing you know his lips are on yours with so much force you are pushed back against the thin plastic wall, his thigh pressed between your legs.

“Shugo… people…” You manage to get out between his hungry kisses.

“Hmmm you embarrassed people might hear how well I fuck you sugar?” He leans to whisper in your ear before he tugs the lobe between his teeth, causing you to let out a small whine.

So focused on his breath, his kisses, his words that you almost missed his hand sneaking under your dress to rub you through your panties.

“You’re so wet though” He whispers again before you get a chance to reply, the smirk not leaving his lips as he lifts his head to look at your extremely telling face.

You hated how much of an effect he had on you, but you couldn’t deny him when he slipped his hand under the lacey fabric and you started to think it might have been better to stay in bed

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[chaepink]

can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?

also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?

dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡

sub!yandere boys when they date you.

wc: 1.1k+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage

note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!

— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends

— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you

— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe

— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not

— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death

— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school

— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)

— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really

— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call

— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked

— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like

— they're super clingy and always want to be near you

— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours

— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all

— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(

— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you

— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute

— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say

— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes

— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin

— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it

— and oh my god is he so shameless in public

— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around

— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after

"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"

— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)

— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly

— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him

— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating

"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"

— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum

— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough

— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up

— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers

— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat

— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission

— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess

— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment

— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards

— such a slut but we love him for it

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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