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How you meet the first years in karasuno

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Hinata: it was a hot day in the country side of Japan, the sun beating down on your shoulders while you were walking around. You walk around the corner, enjoying the scenery when you here someone screaming to get out of the way. You jump out of the way just in time to see a boy with bright orange hair. He stops his bicycle and asks, " Are you okay, miss? " He walks to you and waits for your answer. You nod your head and blurt out, " You're that short guy who can jump so high." You quickly shut your mouth and apologize. He reassures you that it's okay and that he knows that he isn't the tallest but he tries. After that you start talking until he asks for your number. You give him your number and then part ways. Before you go to sleep, you text him goodnight and receive a sleepy emoji. You smile at your phone while laying in bed, thinking about him.

Tadashi: you were a new student at Karasuno Highschool. You were walking down the hallways, lost and late for your first class. When you were ready to give up you saw a boy coming out of the bathroom. He walked straight, his back facing you. " Excuse me," You said, " I'm kinda confused as to where my class is, can you help me?" He turns to your direction and points to himself. You nod your head and walk to him. He waits for you while shuffling shyly. You stand next to him. " My homeroom is here but where is here exactly?" You show him your homeroom on the poorly drawn out map. He looks at it and shows you to the right. " That way and then your second door to the left. " He smiles at you with a slight blush. You thank him and walk in the direction, wondering why he sounded so shy.

Kageyama: after watching the match between Karasuno and Shiritorizawa, you couldn't help but remember a certain setter. You remember hearing rumors about him but none of them seemed true. He looked calm and seemed to listen to the spikers requests. You were walking into a convenience store when you saw him. You were shy but you wanted to congratulate him on his win. You walked to him until you stood next to him, acting like you were searching something. He looks in your direction before going back to choosing between the two steamed buns in his hand. " The chicken curry ones are nice." You whisper. He hears you and looks at you. " Really?" He asks and looks at the chicken curry bun, contemplating. " Yeah, they're nice." He takes one last look at you before taking the one you recommended. " Okay, thanks." He walks to the counter to pay while you just stand there, forgetting what you wanted to do earlier.

Tsukishima: you were one of Hinata's middle school friends. He wanted to introduce you to his new friends. But the one who stood out most was Tsukishima, the one with the light hair and glasses. He stood mostly next to Tadashi and rarely spoke. It interested you. You've never met somebody so quiet before. After meeting everyone you walk to him. " So, you're a middle blocker? " You ask him while taking out your bottle of water. " Yeah, and? How does that concern you?" He asks while looking down at you. You smile at him, " Was just curious. I mean, you're really tall." He looks at you and then sighs. " Thanks. I guess." " You're welcome." You smile at him one more time before walking back to Hinata. After saying goodbye to everyone you walk back to him. " See you later, Tsukishima. Try not to miss me." He scoffs at you and straightens his glasses. " As if." He walks away while thinking about you.

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Day 6: Kageyama Tobio + Hinata Shoyo; First times

Kinktober Masterlist

Part 3 of the Karasuno Gangbang Series

WC: 610

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“Now you have to take care of the kouhais”

The thought sent shivers down your spine. Now that they caught you and Daichi, you’ll have to take care of everyone. Your breathing finally calmed down, you knew about their lack of experience you you thought you could just let them use you and move to the other teammates. For that reason alone you didn’t prepare yourself for another orgasm, you could just lead them to their own and not have to be exhausted.

You crawled up to Kageyama first,, his wide eyes were focused on your lust-blown facial expression. Your face was flushed and your half lidded eyes stared down the bulge in his pants. Your hand reached up to palm him, a groan escaping his lips. Your fingers found their way to his waistband and pulled both his shorts and boxers down at the same time, his length finally released.

You shifted your weight to your knees, your mouth finding itself around the taller boy’s tip. You felt him stiffen as your tongue swirled on his tip, cleaning it from precum and coating it with your saliva instead. He bit his lip as he felt his face get red when you started to take him deeper and bob your head up and down.

You didn’t notice how envious Hinata looked when he saw how good Kageyama was feeling, the whimpers and breathy groans that came from him as you sucked him off. Hinata looked to Sugawara as he fidgeted around, his hard-on now feeling uncomfortable as he noticed how bad he needed to feel something too.

Sugawara gave him a smile and tilted his head to point at something. Hinata followed with his eyes and ended up looking at your pussy, still leaking with the load that Sugawara had busted in you before. He looked back a Sugawara with stars in his eye, asking if it was okay. The silver haired man just nodded back at him while Tsukishima scoffed at him needing permission. 

He quickly undressed his bottom half but took his short off as well because it was getting in the way. He rubbed the tip along your stained folds and softly asked if he could put it in. 

You let out a moan of approval, sending vibrations to Kageyama’s cock which was shaft deep in your mouth, making him instinctively gripped onto your hair. His fingers weaved themselves in your hair and slightly pushed your head down further as tears pricked your eyes.

Hinata slowly pushed in, the overwhelming heat of your tight cunt made him moan loudly. He picked up speed right away, going at full speed which made your hand that was cupping Kageyama’s balls, falter. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Hinata held your hips and pounded into you with full force.

Hinata’s thrusting had pushed you forward, Kageyama’s cock had reached your throat, tears fully streaming down your cheeks. You didn’t think Hinata would last this long but with his speed and surprising sex drive you were brought to an unexpected climax.

You moaned one after another, stimulating Kageyma’s cock as he felt himself get unraveled. You felt him cum down your throat, then he pulled out and you tasted his salty semen as you swallowed it with some dripping out of your mouth.

You landed on your hands and whimpered when Hinata relewased his load in you, he luckily stopped from overstimulating you right when you shook and came. You panted and felt him slip out of you, his and Sugawara’s mixed cum seeping out of you.

You heard snickering, “I can’t believe he made you cum.”

I saw that u write for Haikyuu so pls do hcs about dating kags and shoyo (poly pls if u do that)

Summary: ^

Genre/Warnings: fluff, headcannons

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Tbh I don’t see much of Kagehina poly with reader

I’m pretty sure they had a contest to see who could confess to you first when they found out they both liked you

You see them running to you when they both yell “I like you!!”

Cue them arguing about who’s better for you

They stop when they hear you giggling

You’re like, “I like both of you tbh so if you guys aren’t okay with that I’m not dating either of you”

They stare at you and make a silent agreement to share you

Dating them includes all the kisses and hugs you could ever want

Mostly from Hinata when you’re in public

Kissing competitions

my god

ok, so,

You’re kissing Hinata right

Then Kageyama just, “BOKE HINATA YOU’RE HOGGING Y/N”

Pulls you away from Hinata and starts kissing you

Hinata’s like, “I kiss better than you anyway”

and that’s how it started.

After that you bring up how they could also kiss because they seem like they’re dating each other too

Then it’s really a poly relationship now

They would tease you by making out with each other then ignoring you

Immediately regrets it because you throw a temper tantrum and ignore them for days

“Kiss each other” you always say, coldly

They always apologize and cuddle you until you forgive them

They’re very clingy too

Are always by your side when you go out

Whoever notices someone looking at you with give you a big ol’ smooch

Kageyama scaring them off when anyone looks at you three funny

You getting jealous when girls recognize and compliment them because they saw them in competitions

Sweaty hugs after competitions and practices

You will also def text both on them ‘Whoever gets to me first gets a kiss’

The ground rumbles as they sprint to you

Hinata reaches you first but Kageyama lifts you high enough so Hinata can’t stop him from kissing you

When you pull away you get down and give Hinata all the smoochies he deserves

God, I love these boys

Darling Traps Them in a Room to Escape (Yandere Haikyuu Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

Ushijima and Oikawa Version

Sugawara and Kuroo Version

Bokuto, Kageyama, and Kenma Version

A/N: pfft so somebody requested this for hinata like t w o y e a r s ago… hehe. ANyways, love me some yandere haikyuu boys. Kinda loving tendou’s, so I hope y’all like it. Enjoy!

Word count: 2953

Tendou Satori:

“Darling, surely we’re not doing this now?”

“You know, I don’t think I like this game, YN. I suggest you end this before you cross a line you can’t come back from.”

You gulped but continued the search, digging through drawers and cupboards to find anything resembling a key. Tendou’s voice drawled from where you’d trapped him in the bathroom. 

“Taking advantage of a man while he’s got his pants down—not cool, YN.”

You try to ignore him, try to stay focused on what you’re doing, but it’s so hard. 

So hard when all he’s doing is heckling you in that damned tone of his.

Like you were a little kid playing an adult’s game. 

That’s how he’d always been though, ever since he first kidnapped you. He treated you like you didn’t know how to handle yourself in the real world. He acted like you needed him to watch your every move and teach you how to conduct yourself. 

That’s how your relationship had been before, when you were just a regular couple, but it was when you took notice of his gaslighting and tried to break up with him that he’d taken you. 

No, YN, you can’t keep getting distracted. Stay focused. 

Glancing back over at the front door to the apartment, you counted the locks once more. Three double-sided deadbolts, two padlocked latches. Somewhere inside the apartment were five keys Tendou never dared to leave without. You just had to find them. 

“I’m getting bored in here, could you at least slip me a deck of cards or something? Otherwise I might lose my mind.” The teasing lilt hinted at the smirk on his face. No doubt he was utterly, completely calm. He always was when it came to you, because he thought he knew you like the back of his hand. 

“Shut up in there, Satori!”

He snickered. “Well that was uncalled for.”

Like always, he knew how to get under your skin. Goosebumps rose on your skin, and you tried to shake off his taunts, dragging a hand through your hair with a deep breath. 

He can’t win. I won’t let him. He’s not getting away with this.

“How about a snack at least, darling, pretty please? The toothpaste is starting to look appetizing.”

Nothing, absolutely nothing. You couldn’t find keys in the living room or the kitchen, so you resorted to investigating the bedroom. 

When Tendou heard you approaching, he began to hum playfully. It was that song, the one he’d murmur while running his fingers along your skin, while tugging you in close after coming home from work. He’d whisper it into your hair at night, or you’d hear him singing it in the shower while you were still in bed. 

“You are my sunshine,”

You slammed open the door into the bedroom, trying to block out the voice that rang out from the door right across from you. 

“My only sunshine,”

Clenching your jaw, you began digging through the dresser, pushing aside clothes and feeling along the undersides of the drawers. 

“You make me happy,”

With a huff, you gave up, moving on to Tendou’s nightstand. At the sounds of your struggles, his voice seemed to get louder, grow clearer. 

“When skies are gray,”

Handcuffs and their keys, but none of which would fit the locks. You remembered when he’d first used them on you, the first night he kidnapped you. He was afraid you would do something “stupid” like try to attack him and hurt yourself in the process, so he’d shackled you to his headboard for your own personal wellbeing. 

“You’ll never know dear,”

You slammed the drawer shut at the sight of them and moved to feel under the mattress, trying to ignore all the crumbs and dust that gathered under your fingernails amidst the attempt. Tendou, meanwhile, just kept growing louder.

“How much I love you,”

Then you felt it. Metal. A whole ring of it, too. Five keys jingled together when you yanked them out from under the bed, almost falling onto your back from your overzealous force. You almost teared up at the sight of them.

I’m getting out of here. I can see my family again.

Maybe your life would never return to normal, not after what Tendou had done, but you could certainly try. You missed humanity. You missed the outside world. How long had it been since you’d seen green grass or felt the warmth of the sun on your face? How long had it been since you’d felt rain dampen your hair or traced your eyes along the stars in the sky?

Too long. Far too long. At some point, you’d given up keeping track, but not anymore. 

“Please don’t take my,”

You pulled yourself to your feet, misty eyes still stuck in wonder upon the ring of keys in your hand. 

“Sunshine away.”

Turning toward the door, you felt the keys slip from your fingers, cluttering loudly when they hit the floor. 

Tendou stood in the doorway, his head tilted to the side. A single red brow raised, his eyes wide with slitted, shrunken irises. He towered where he stood, spiky red hair close to brushing the top of the door. Long arms extended out and gripped the edges of the doorway, nimble fingers tightening around the wood. 

 A small smirk peeled back his lips.

“Well,” his eyes slipped down to the keys on the floor before gliding back up to your face, “nobody can fault you for trying.” 

Mouth open in shock, your whole body began to tremble. A drop of cold sweat slid down your back. 

His hands loosened from around the doorway, dilated pupils still latched on your form as he made his way toward you. When he stopped, he bent low, his breath brushing the stray hairs along your face as he snagged the keys from the ground with a tut-tut of his tongue. 

His other hand swept up and grabbed your chin, forcing you to close your mouth with a warning tap to your lip. 

“Guess I’ll have to find a new hiding spot, now, won’t I? Though, this certainly was the most fun we’ve had in a while, darling.”

You didn’t even flinch when his lips ran along yours. “Who knows?” he shrugged, pulling away. He tapped your nose with his finger before intertwining your hand with his, leading you from the room. “Perhaps, if you ever try this again, I could turn it into a scavenger hunt. Give you clues and such from wherever you try to trap me next.” He snickered. “Now wouldn’t that be fun?”

You didn’t respond, face turned toward the keys he’d tossed behind carelessly onto the bed. It was like he wasn’t worried you would make an attempt toward them. Like he wasn’t worried you’d ever get the chance. 

“Of course, like then, you’d be punished afterwards for trying, but isn’t that part of the game?”

“Punished?” you stuttered, taking the seat in the barstool he encouraged you into before releasing your hand, moving to the other side of the kitchen island to scour the fridge. 

He stopped his search, pulling out a carton of eggs and eyeballing the date. “Well surely you didn’t think you could try to leave me without there being consequences.” He didn’t even spare you a glance as you blanched. “But don’t worry, that fun will come later.”

Then he set the carton of eggs on the counter in front of you with an all-too pleasant grin on his face. “Now, how’s about eggs for breakfast, sunshine?”

Hinata Shouyou:

It’s when he’s approaching to kiss you that you are able to lock him up. 

It’s the first time he’s ever done such a thing; though he’s the one who’s kidnapped you, you are the one who dictates how far he can go before you pull away. 

Of course, he’d been disappointed the first few weeks when you didn’t want him to touch you or even see you at all. 

But after a particularly bad day, when he’d come home crying and bawling and tugging you into his arms, curling around you, you’d been given a little less leeway on just how much you could pull back from him. 

It seems, though he’d been addicted to you in general before, he was now addicted to your touch specifically. 

“YN, please! Why are you doing this?!”

He’d come home that night in a bad mood, and for some reason you were sure he’d talk your ear off about while hugging you on top of him on the sofa later. But right now?

…Right now, he had a different idea. 

“I’m tired of waiting, YN,” he’d whined as he approached, though there was a dark glint in his eyes. For every step he took toward you, you took one back. Step, step, step, step. He just kept following you. 

You hadn’t realized he’d cornered you in his bedroom until you felt the backs of your knees hit the mattress. 

“YN,” he hummed, rough hands cupping your cheeks as a strand of red hair fell over his eyes. “Can I just have a little?” His gaze fell on your lips. “Just a taste? I promise I won’t take any more.”

“Just a little.”

A flicker of pink as a smirk grew on his face.

I don’t want this. I swear I don’t want this. 

No! I don’t want it!

His face was so close you could feel the heat of his gasp mingling with yours the second your knee flew up to meet his groin. 

“AGHH!” he screeched, tugging himself away. Hinata dropped to his knees, hands cupping his crotch as he let out small, pained whimpers. 

That was when you ran out of the room, dodging his grasping hands and slamming the door behind you. You grabbed the first thing you could think of to shove in front of it. 

“YN-”

In a matter of seconds he was up and at attention, slamming the door against the sofa as you pushed it in front of the doorway. The hefty furniture effectively crammed itself in the small hallway of its apartment and limited the angle he could open the door to just a sliver. 

“YN! Please, don’t do this! Please!”

“Just let me out, we can talk about this!”

“I know you’re unhappy, but don’t you see I’ve been working so hard to change that? Please, just let me out!”

A single brown eye peered at you through the sliver of the door, pupil dilated and lid unblinking.

“I thought I was giving you enough, YN. What do you want? Do you want a puppy? My neighbor has the cutest dog, YN, I promise. You’d love it,” he pleaded, faux excitement tainting his voice. 

The single eye followed your every move as you paced around the apartment, mumbling to yourself about what to do, how to get out. “I could get your favorite food! It’s just down the street, I know you’ve wanted it. I was planning to get it tomorrow to celebrate our two-hundred day anniversary, but I can get it now if you like! Call it our one-hundred and ninety-ninth day anniversary! It could be our thing!”

“Please, YN, it could be our thing. Remember how we used to have things?”

You tried to ignore him. You really did. As you dug frantically through his cabinets and shelves, his desk drawers and bathroom cupboards, you considered shoving a couple cotton balls in your ears just to block out his nervous exclamations. 

The thought did cross your mind, but only for a second. Soon enough, the blood pounding in your ears was doing the job. Your mind fogged as you searched, struggling to believe that you had a chance to escape. 

Is this real? It was this easy all along? That was all I had to do?

Hinata’s cries weren’t helping your nerves any. Instead, you felt your shoulders grow more tense each time you heard his desperate, breathy voice. You felt like curling in on yourself and giving up. 

It can’t be this easy. What the hell is going on?

You glance back at the door, staring at the lock that lined it. You’d consider breaking a window, but you knew the apartment was on the fifth floor of the complex; jumping from that height would be a death sentence. 

You hadn’t completely lost your will yet. 

No, no. You just needed to find the keys. The door on the outside appeared normal, wooden. On the inside, though, Hinata had gone through the trouble of layering it with a few sheets of metal. One could kick the door in, but could not kick it out. 

The keys. 

Where the fuck are they?

“YN, I love you. So, so much. I just wanna see you, please! Let me see you at least.”

He pounded against the door with his fists, tremoring the door and the sofa, but not moving it. Tears pricked your eyes at the sound; you were so close, so goddamn close. You weren’t sure how Hinata was going to react after this if you didn’t escape, and you didn’t want to find out. 

“Fuck,” you hissed under your breath, eyes darting around the living room as your hands yanked at your scalp. “Fuck!”

“YN, please.” His was quiet, more forlorn than you were ever used to. “I don’t want you to leave me. I get so lonely without you.”

“Lonely, huh?” The words crawl up your throat before you can stop them. “You think you’re lonely?” A headache forms at your temples, but you ignore it as you storm toward his room. “You don’t know true loneliness until you’ve been trapped inside your crazy ex-boyfriend’s apartment, no friends, no family, for days on end.”

“You think you’re lonely, Shouyou? Try putting yourself in my shoes.” Frustration has formed a weight in the pit of your stomach. You feel glued to the floor waiting for his response, almost… almost, you supposed, hoping for an apology of some sorts. 

You loved him at some point in your life, and, no matter how insane he looked and sounded when he said it, he loved you too. You just wanted to know if he felt even an ounce of pity for what he had been putting you through. 

“Shouyou, I just-”

“You’re lonely, YN?”

You pause, voice caught in your throat. Hinata’s tone is tainted with nothing but genuine curiosity. Somehow, though, you feel like you’ve messed up. 

“I-...um-”

“Are you lonely without me?”

Shit. 

“YN.” You catch his eye in between the small opening of the doorway. His gaze is intense, suddenly focused and attuned to his surroundings. “Say it again.”

“Say you get lonely when I leave you at home. Say you miss me when I leave for games and practices.” There’s a creaking sound of sorts, but you can’t quite tell where it originates from. 

“Please, I wanna hear it again. Say you want me around all the time, that you need me close by so you don’t feel lonely anymore. Say it.” Breathy, yet goading. 

Shame and anger raise a heat to your cheeks, and you’re flustered that Hinata has misconstrued your words in such a way. You didn’t want him. No, you didn’t. What you wanted was to not be locked away and deprived of human contact like you were.

That was all. 

Creak. “You’re so cute when you blush. But don’t worry, YN, I won’t tease you. I’m just so glad that you’re finally being honest. Lonely without me? God, YN, I’m so in love with you.”

Creak. “I’ll never make you lonely again. I’ll make sure of it.”

Crack. 

Adrenaline in the heat of the moment allows people to do amazing things. You’ve heard stories of mothers lifting cars, people bending metal or jumping from buildings. Doing things that should be impossible. 

You supposed that was why it was so easy for Hinata in that moment, all riled up by your words and your actions in such a short amount of time, to crack the door in half. The one hinge the upper-half was still attached to allowed it to fly open, barely catching its splintered wood on the back of the sofa. 

One second, you watched in horror as the half-door slammed against the wall, rattling the hanged picture frames. 

The next, you saw a flash of orange before your back slammed against the wood flooring. A throbbing pain shot up your spin and down to your tailbone, but something sturdy and soft cradled the back of your head so your skull didn’t suffer the same fate. A weight, not necessarily overpowering, left you cemented to the floor, legs out flat as your arms lay limp at your sides, numb with shock. 

Hinata sat above you, on his knees and straddling your thighs. One hand, as you figured, was behind your head, lifting it so you could face him. The other, though, hovered over your face, trembling. 

A look of wonder was painted on his face as he watched you. And if you looked closer, you could have seen a hint of adoration. 

“YN,” he whispered, his hand finding home cradling your cheek. “I mean it.”

“I’ll never make you feel lonely again.”

And then he kissed you, desperately. 

And you hated yourself, despairingly. 

Because, deep down, you felt some vile, repulsive hope that he was telling you the truth.

Yandere KageHina x Reader (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: Just the one, but I really wanna do more for other pairs like Daichi-Sugawara and such. Not really sure how I feel about this one in general, but I hope y’all like it!

Word count: 1157

Hinata Shouyou and Kageyama Tobio:

With ease, these two take up all your attention. 

One minute, Hinata’s trying to show you his improving math grades, and the next, Kageyama’s trying to show off his power serves. 

Neither one leaves you alone for long but as soon as they come together on you, everything turns into a zoo. Kageyama’s shyly holding your hand, purely for the peer pressure of Hinata draping his entire arm around your waist.

Let’s face it--you’re just another contest between them. 

However, as soon as a new boy even looks like he’s trying to come into the picture, they’re gonna scare him away. (This is one of the few times they work together for a common goal--how sweet!)

Hinata will try his best to politely ask the man to leave you alone… but that doesn’t work. So now it’s Kageyama’s turn.

He glares. And then he glares some more. 

All silence. Just glares. 

And then the boy never bothers you again! Really, it’s that easy. 

They’ll never kidnap you unless absolutely necessary, but that really never happens considering they’re already the only men in your life. 

Kageyama’s terribly awkward in showing his affection to you, but Hinata is the complete opposite. The shorter has no shame in tackling you in a hug, while the taller most definitely is terrified of even brushing the hair from your face. 

But Hinata has much to learn too. While Kageyama understands your desire to not stand out, Hinata just loves to show you off to the world!

This includes kisses (bordering on making out) in the middle of class--a huge no-go for you.

All it takes is one “You know she hates that, dumbass!” and Hinata’s learned his lesson, but he’s still antsy to show you off. 

To volleyball games, your attendance is mandatory. Some days they wouldn’t even dare to play if you weren’t there to watch.

They love to see you cheer for them, no matter how much it makes Kageyama blush while Hinata jumps up and down. One successful quick attack and both boys’ gazes search the crowd for you, finding home and waiting for your approval like a pair of puppies.

They’re such good boys.

However, this totally presents a problem the minute you all graduate high school. 

It would be a lie to say they completely hated sharing, but there was still a small rivalry of who would get you once the inevitable split happened. 

Whose games would you go to more? Who would you live with? How would the other have to compensate?

You didn’t want to leave them either. After all, it’d been three years. In that amount of time, there was no way their love was still completely unrequited. 

A compromise was met.

You lived in an apartment in a city exactly halfway between both boys’ teams. They paid for your living expenses--because of course they loved to spoil you--while you went to the local college. It was perfect!

Until it wasn’t.

There was a boy. 

In one of your classes. 

He was nice. Too nice. 

But he wasn’t the only one. 

Suddenly you had friend groups you were hanging out with, people who had no idea what you liked or what to keep you away from. 

When Hinata and Kageyama agreed to meet you one Friday night at your apartment and you weren’t home, that was the last straw. 

Clearly you couldn’t be trusted on your own. Clearly, you didn’t deserve that freedom. 

And then they found you, smiling, chatting, laughing with what could only be described as undeserving scum, Hinata and Kageyama snapped. 

“Please don’t!”

“It’s for your own good, YN. You didn’t listen to us!” Normally, Hinata couldn’t bear to see you cry without shedding a few tears of his own, but tonight his eyes were dry. His face was still sad though as he handcuffed you to Kageyama’s bed. 

Kageyama enters the room, a suitcase in each hand. “Here,” he hands one to Hinata. “This one stays at your house while I keep this one here.”

The new plan: you were to be locked up in one of their homes, switching every week. 

Hinata accepted the bag with a nod, tossing one last glance at your crying form. 

“YN.” He couldn’t resist, brushing the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. Hinata cringed in sadness at the way you flinched away from his touch, but he didn’t mention it. “Please. You know I hate to see you cry. Look at it this way,” he forced a smile, caressing the skin underlying your cuffs, “now you don’t have to wait for one of us to come to you, because we’ll always be here. And if you want to see the other, we can FaceTime!”

Kageyama clenched his jaw at the scene, wishing he didn’t have to keep you locked up just to keep you in his apartment. 

But he knew it was for your own good. 

Finally, when Hinata couldn’t take anymore of your crying face, he rose from his crouch at your side with a whimper and made his way to Kageyama standing in the doorway.

“Remind her that I love her every day.”

“Okay.”

“And that she can always call if she needs to.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t forget that she’s almost on her-”

“I know that, dumbass, you don’t think I have that marked on my calendar?”

“I was just saying, Kageyama!”

“Whatever.”

And with that, Hinata left with a suitcase of half of your possessions in hand.

Kageyama sat by your side on his bed the minute his front door closed, one of his hands reaching up to brush through your hair. “You understand why we needed to do this, right?”

You couldn’t hold his blue gaze for long before more tears sprung to your eyes. “Please…”

Kageyama shook his head, dropping his hand to cup your cheek. “It’ll be like this for a while. At least… at least until we can trust you again. All right?”

When he saw your bottom lip begin to quiver once more, he knew reasoning with you was pointless. Even though he’d known you for years, handling your emotions was still foreign to him. 

Hinata was so much better at that stuff. 

Kageyama huffed and rose to his feet, pressing a hesitant kiss to your forehead before moving to the suitcase sitting on the floor. “I’ll help you unpack, and tomorrow maybe you can come with me to practice if you’re good, okay?”

Kageyama and Hinata were always going to struggle with sharing you, but it was an issue they were willing to work through. After all, they shared one common goal: keeping you by their sides.

He Returns from an Away Game (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: This idea was just too cute I couldn’t pass on it! Don’t know why, I’m just in a really “write-y” mood today. Hope you like it!

Word count: 950

Hinata Shouyou:

He’s the type to jump on you right when he sees you in the airport.

“YNYOUREHEREIMISSEDYOUSOMUCHILOVEYOUCOMEWITHNEXTTIME!”

Talks so goddamn fast you can’t figure out wth he’s saying

Essentially he just freaking wants you to come with him to away games from now on. 

“The hotel room’s big enough! So is the bed!”

Innocent boi doesn’t know what he’s insinuating. 

Literally bouncing and spinning you around the entire time while telling you about the trip. 

At the house he literally wants to help you do everything, hanging around your waist and kissing your cheek every five minutes. 

Baby boi is just a sweetheart who missed you bad. 

Many cuddles to make up for lost time

Kageyama Tobio:

He’s so excited to see you

Like he starts running toward you in the airport but then he feels like he has to play it cool so he slows down and starts whistling. (the definition of “oh shit, act natural”)

When he’s finally in front of you and you hug the life out of him, he has the gall to scoff

“Calm down, I was only gone for a couple weeks.”

But when you pull away he forces you back in. “Not yet tho.”

He’s the one who’s gonna buy you a million souvenirs bc he couldn’t figure out what you liked… even if the game was only a few towns over. 

Kags just wants something for you to remember him by when he’s gone so you don’t forget about him (dumb boi thinks it’s that easy🤦‍♀️)

More cuddles, but just like lowkey ones at night. 

(but when you get up to go to the bathroom he freaks out about you leaving)

(“stay” “I gotta pee” “i don’t care you’re not going anywhere”)

Oikawa Tooru:

Oooh

Ooh

Oh boy this man missed you, like damn

Remember that scene where his lil nephew snitched about him crying after his break up

Yeah… he’s a tearful boi

Like he sees you in the airport waiting for him and he starts tearing up

“YN!” He’s wailing at this point. “IM NEVER LEAVING YOU EVER AGAIN!”

Chills out after getting his solid five minutes of YN hugs. 

“Ok so yeah we kicked ass.”

Takes you out on a romantic date. Flowers, classy restaurant, the works. He wants to treat you well after not being able to see each other for so long. 

Long walks on the beach, watch the sunset. 

This dude is trying to woo you like he did back in high school

And it works

“I missed you” sex on the beach. Nothing beats that. 

Really tho when this guy returns from an away game he’s all about getting right back into the romantic groove with you.

Oikawa’s voice saying “Did you miss me?” w that fucking smirk= 100/10 panties are flying

Bokuto Koutarou: 

Pfft, are you kidding me??

Any away game it’s freaking guaranteed Bokuto facetimed you every goddamn day just bc he couldn’t stand being away from you for too long. 

Even so he still tackles you in the airport. 

It was the one time you looked away from the entrance to check the time on your phone and he still managed to catch you off guard. 

Ever see those videos of a soldier returning home to see his dog? Mmhmm, that’s Bokuto with you

All. Over. You. 

Face nuzzling your neck all during the walk through the airport. 

Hand on your thigh as y’all drive home. 

More “I missed you” sex, and then cuddling for the rest of the day. Like damn. 

When he wakes up the next day and you’re not in his arms, bro literally s o b s

“YN LEFT ME MY LIFE IS OVER!”

You determine there’s not even a point to trying to serve him breakfast in bed anymore considering he’ll immediately notice when you’re not in his arms anymore. 

Even so, morning, middle of the day, and evening cuddles combined with him sticking to you like a koala lasts about a week long (literally attached to your hip 24/7), and then he calms down. 

Until the next away game...

Ushijima Wakatoshi: 

Psshh, you thought he missed you??

FOOL!

Literally approaches you so slowly in the airport.

Like this motherfucker walks in slow motion. 

Customary hug and kiss.

And then you walk out to the car holding hands. 

You get to the car and are trying to get inside but like… h e w o n t l e t g o

“Uhh, Toshi?”

“Hmm?”

You’re just sitting in the car with the door open and he’s standing outside still holding your hand like it’s glued in his. 

“You mind?”

“I have no idea what you’re referencing.”

Five minutes later he’s like “oh yeah, that.”

When you finally start driving home it’s like he’s trying to strangle the steering wheel. White knuckles and if looks could kill, any car in the road would be six feet under. 

At home, all bets are off. And all clothes. 

He just… missed you a lot. 

Waking up at noon the next day in those muscular arms. One of his hands are tracing along your face while the other holds your hip. He’s got that husky morning voice and ruffled hair covers his forehead as he watches you, keeping you flush against his chest. 

A slight twitch in the corner of his mouth.

“I missed you.”

Of course you gotta say it back so you can see that once-in-a-lifetime smile. 

“I missed you too.”

You’re Horny (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)

(Third Gym Version)

A/N: just a lil one bc man is it hard to pull away from writing completely after 2 weeks of it😓 can’t seem to stop being thirsty in my fake texts, so ig there’s no point in hiding it this round🤷‍♀️ Enjoy!

Calling Him by His Name (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)

(Third Gym Version) Part 2

Tsukishima, Kuroo, Lev

A/N: Akaashi’s ain’t even a game, it’s just how I feel at this point😒 hehe here’s part two cuz they NEVER FIT ARGGGGG😡 anyways, y’all I really am sorry I won’t be able to post as much. It’s fun to see you guys like and comment on my posts, and I’m glad you guys are so supportive. Good luck returning to school or work or whatever you may do to pass the time, and I hope you are all staying safe! Enjoy! 

“Can I sit on you(r face)?” (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)

(Middle Blocker Version) Part 2

A/N: Part two cuz apparently you can only put so many damn pics in one post🙄 Enjoy! (Side note: Suna’s was just Kuroo’s reject, but I didn’t wanna exclude him from the group😤 nobody frickin’ told me the dude only had like a minute of screen time tho?!)

Kuroo, Aone, Tendou

“Can I sit on you(r face)?” (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)

(Middle Blocker Version) Part 1

A/N: Suna, Tendou, and Kuroo all got daddy kinks🤷‍♀️I don’t make the rules. A knee ways, can someone explain why my fake texts are always so damn horny?? I think I have a problem... ehh whatever. These ones are longer cuz the damn ideas didn’t fit, but otherwise, enjoy!

Tsukishima, Lev, Hinata, Suna

Henlo 🥺👉🏼👈🏼. I really love your writing, and I was hoping that I could request a hinata soulmate!au. I really loved the other ones. Thank you so much!

Tug of War (Hinata x Reader/Soulmate!au)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: You had a nervous habit, and to your soulmate, it was a bit cruel. From time to time, you would occasionally tug on your red string of fate. You never really saw the effects… at least, not until now. “Hinata, are you okay?!”

A/N: Haha, had this one planned out for months but never had the energy to do it. Thanks for giving me that extra push, anon! It’s a little short, but I hope you like it!

Word count: 1614

        The sound of balls whamming into the ground split through your eardrums. 

        Wham!

        “Nice kill!”

        Heavy breathing accompanied the noise, along with the heavy stench of sweat as you wormed your way to the front of the crowd. From the second-level balcony, you had a full view of the court, the benches, and most importantly, the greatest decoy. 

        Though his height was nothing to call home about, something had always drawn you to the little ginger bouncing on the tips of his toes right now. Maybe it was the way he faced every challenge head on, or maybe it was the way he would smile after bounding onto the volleyball court. You weren’t quite sure, and that’s exactly what had you fiddling with the ruby string around your dominant pinkie. 

        “It’s up!”

        It was Karasuno’s first home game. On the other half of the court was a teal and white team, Seijoh-- or… maybe it was Aoba Johsai. You never really knew. 

        All that was for sure was that the group of five or so girls beside you were all cheering for “Oikawa” with squeals like a local pig farm. When you followed their gazes, you weren’t really impressed. Sure, he was handsome, but you guessed redheads had always been more your type. 

        “Nice one, Hinata!” At the name, you leaned over the metal railing and peered down on the court, more attentive now than ever. He had just been switched out, replaced with an even shorter male, which… you weren’t really sure how that was possible. 

        While watching from the player’s box, Hinata drank from a water bottle with haste. You had never been more jealous of plastic in your life. 

        Soon, the whistles blew, and he was switched back into the game. Brown eyes glimmering, he shifted into the front row spot near a taller first year with dark hair. 

        “Watch out for that blocker, dumbass.” 

        “Why do you always call me that?!”

        Their yells didn’t exactly reach that far up into the stands, but thanks to the general air around the two, you figured your lip-reading had been more than accurate. 

        A small smile had settled onto your face as the game moved on, and not once had your fingers stopped twisting and twirling the string. Somehow, the energy of the game had seeped right into your own being, and soon you were biting your lip in anticipation. 

        “Bring it to me!”

        Hinata ran around the setter and jumped, and just when he reared back to spike--

        Tug.

         His body flailed and flew through the air like a fish out of water. The cringe from every person in the room was almost audible as soon as he crashed to the ground, the plastic numbers on the back of his jersey squealing in protest. 

        When he finally stopped sliding, he flinched right as the ball that had been set for him bonked his forehead before dribbling away. 

        For a moment, the entire gym was silent. Some’s mouths were gaped with awe, others had brows raised in concern. Luckily, not a single person saw you, watching your pinkie as though it had whispered the secrets of the universe. 

        “AGAIN?!” Hinata shouted to himself, breaking the silence and wriggling around on his back in frustration. “She’s gotta stop doing that!”

        Oops.

        “Hinata, are you okay?!” His teammates crowd around the fallen spiker in a huddle, concerned looks being served left and right. 

        In mere seconds, your face had shifted from ghostly white to rosy red, and it took you even less time to book it out of there. 

        Bad habit, bad habit!

                                ###

        All throughout your life, you had waited to meet your soulmate. Was he tall? Short? Kind? Mean? What if he didn’t even speak the same language?

        Each day, these questions plagued your mind, and somewhere along the way, your habit had grown. A little twist of the string, a small caress of the soft fabric wrapped around your pinkie, and the occasional tug when you got a little too anxious. Evidently, it was just waiting to come bite you in the ass. 

        Hinata was ruthless now. He’d been yanked out of his chair mid-class, toppled over in the middle of the street or hall, and even missed the bowl once or twice while just trying to relieve himself. All of that, he could handle. 

        Though, apparently last night had been the last straw. What felt like every minute, the string on your hand would jerk you around so forcefully you almost flew right out the classroom window you sat beside. 

        Only once in a while would you let it be obvious enough that the teacher had to ask if you were okay. Your notebook was now covered in hasty chicken scratch, eager to get in a line of notes before the next wrench of the string. Random lines of led littered the page from when he had caught you a moment too soon, but you were trying to adapt. There was a moment in between each jerk, and in those moments, you had true freedom. 

        “In nineteen-thirtysev-... ugh, nineteen-thirtysev- son of a bitch! In nineteen-thirty-- you know what, fuck it. I give up,” you grumbled under your breath, slamming your notebook closed amongst the now-constant tugs of your pinkie. There was really no point in trying now; Hinata had traded in his previous pattern of tug-wait-wait-tug for tug-tug-tug. 

        You didn’t even bother bringing your hand back up to your desk, instead deciding to let it flail around and dangle over the edge of the wooden surface. 

        Sighs of relief fill the classroom as soon as the bell rings, and you snag your backpack off the floor in the nick of time. One large rip of the string has you scrambling out into the hallway, crashing into a locker and trying to stabilize your footing. 

        “Woah, watch it!”

        “Yeah, yeah, sorry.” The student seems to either have a stick up his ass no different than a popsicle or maybe the wave of your nonchalant hand didn’t account for much of an apology. Either way, you didn’t get to stick around for long, because soon your soulmate’s pulling is practically dragging you down the hall, bouncing off the occasional student like bumper cars. 

        “I swear, Kageyama, she’ll be here. Just hold on for a second.” 

        Over the hoards of students stampeding in the opposite direction of you, you hear his voice. While you expected a vengeful snicker, you were pleasantly surprised with a giddy smile. 

        Through the bodies moving slower than midday traffic, you saw Hinata, orange hair bobbing up and down in a school window’s gleam. 

        Bob and weave. Bob and weave.

        When you surface is when you see it. Your soulmate’s not simply pulling you toward him in a conventional way. No, rather, he’s reeling the string around his other hand like he caught a fish.

        “YN?” His movements halt and in true ragdoll fashion, you do as well. 

        “Sup.”

        Hinata, the guy you had been crushing on for your entire first year of high school, was your soulmate. Last night, you could barely go to sleep with all your excitement bubbling through your veins. Your smile had been as large as the moon itself as you wiggled around on your bed, kicking your feet whenever the pent up energy came to be too much. 

        Now? That was a different story. 

        No less had it been a small wave of giddiness, but it was more a wave of pure elation. Endorphins swam around your bloodstream enough to make your head fuzzy, but making eye contact with him hadn’t been the only cause. 

        No, because in seconds, Hinata had covered the distance between you two and tackled you like an ecstatic puppy. You were high on the rush of first touch, high on the rush of finally having him hold you in his arms. 

        “I finally found you,” his voice is muffled by your shoulder and he’s got your school jacket bawled up in two fists. There’s a smile; you can almost feel him trembling against you in euphoria, but he’s not alone. 

        Every nerve ending is set on fire when your arms wrap around him too. Unable to hold back your happiness, you release a small giggle that has him pressing you impossibly closer. 

        “Yeah, you found me.”

        With that, he leans back, lips pursed in uncertainty. 

        “Umm, so do you wanna… like, erm, come watch me practice? I promise I’ll take you out after!”

        Seeing just how nervous he could be almost made you relax on instinct. An easy smile works its way onto your face. “Yeah,” you nod, body still abuzz with the tingles of his touch, “yeah, that sounds good.”

        “Great!” 

        Before you know it, Hinata’s encompassed your hand in his own warm one, leading you all the way out the school and to the second gym with a bored Kageyama on your tail. 

        “You gotta promise me one thing, though, before we go in there, YN.”

        “Sure, what’s up?”

        “Swear you won’t tug on the red string, okay? You have a terrible habit, and it always messes me up when I play!”

He Has a Nightmare About Losing You (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: Headcanons cuz I be lazy :( Yes, yes, it has indeed been a while. But I hope you guys enjoy these short lil headcanons to make up for my absence!

Word count: 1250

Kozume Kenma: 

After he has the nightmare about you leaving him, he wakes up drenched in sweat.

His first instinct is to call you. He just wants to hear your voice, but…

He doesn’t say a word.

“Hello? Hello, Kenma? Kenma are you there?”

…

Beeeeeep.

This mf hangs up on you. 

The next day, you go to school with dark circles under your eyes, absolutely pissed and a lil worried.

You see him in the halls and he looks like absolute shit. When he sees you, his eyes light up, but he doesn’t make a move.

You have to go to him, and he doesn’t tell you what’s up for twenty minutes. Like you have to rip it straight out of him.

“What happened last night?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

… what.

So yeah, you’re sitting in class, smirking while he blank-face asks for his game back. The deal is taken, and he fiddles with his game and avoids your gaze while telling you what happened. 

Your heart breaks when you hear the story, the sadness in his voice chipping away at your resolve. 

“Kenma…” 

He’s never one to ask for physical affection, but he spares you a small glance after you say his name and it speaks volumes.

You wrap your arms around his middle and crush him into your chest, smiling sadly into his school blazer. 

“Next time, just tell me when you’re not okay, okay?”

His arms tighten around you, and his face buries deeper into your shoulder. 

“...Okay.”

Bokuto Koutarou: 

In the same dramatic fashion as his actions, he has a dream about you dying. Via volcano. Nonetheless, this panics him into a wild frenzy. 

It’s three am, and you get a call from your wonderful, loving boyfriend. 

“YN, COME HERE RIGHT NOW!”

Your voice is croaky and you cringe at his volume. “What…?”

“GET OVER HERE SO I CAN MAKE SURE YOU’RE ALIVE!”

Okay, one: you were literally speaking to him right now. And two: just… fuck no.

“Kou, it’s three am. The only reason I’d go over to your house right now is to kick your ass.”

You hang up after, and he tackles you first thing in the halls at school the next day. 

“YOU’RE ALIVE! MOUNT KILIMANJARO DIDN’T KILL YOU!”

You can only groan once again his overkill tone and rub your temples at an oncoming headache. Your face is shoved into his chest as he protectively peeks over your head for any incoming danger.

“That volcano is dormant, Bokuto.”

“AGAAASHEEEEE!”

Don’t worry, you were in a pissy mood now, but later you gave him many reassuring cuddles and kisses to calm him down. 

He made you sleep in his bed for the next three days.

Kuroo Tetsurou:

Kuroo is smoother than most when he has the nightmare. However, much like the others, he calls you.

“Mmm, hello?”

“Hey kitten, what’s up?”

...

“Tetsu… you called me.” 

Yeah, okay, only slightly smoother than sandpaper. But hey, he did his best!

Anyways, he explains his nightmare about you in that drool-worthy, husky morning voice of his. 

You both stay up to talk about it and more for hours, and much like a soothing lullaby, his gruff words eventually lull you to sleep.

“Kitten?”

No response.

“YN, are you awake?”

A soft snore sounds from the other end, and Kuroo can help but smile at his phone. 

“All right, Kitten, sleep well. Good night.” 

He ends the call, but the next day he teases and guilt-trips you for falling asleep on him. 

You have to make it up with lots of hugs and smooches, along with more and more sleepovers at his house, no matter how many times your parents embarrassingly shout at you to “Be safe!” and “Use protection!”

… You do.

Kageyama Tobio: 

The day is bright and beautiful, and birds chirp outside your window to a melodic tune. 

After you feel a poke to your forehead, your eyes tiredly flutter open to find your boyfriend Kageyama watching you like a hawk two inches away from your face. 

“Hey YN.”

“Hey babe…”

Cue awkward silence.

It’s too early for you, so as you try to close your eyes and fall back asleep, Kageyama inches closer to you. 

His gaze stays on your face like an itch you can’t scratch. Finally, after twenty minutes of you scrunching up your face and trying to force sleep, you snap. 

“Tobio, what’s wrong.”

“It’s fine. I’m nothing.”

“Mhmm.” Yeah, as if that would convince you. 

You move your face closer to his, little by little until your nose brushes his own. His lashes flutter closed at the feeling, and he lets out a small hum. 

“Tobio, come on. Tell me what happened.” 

After a sigh, he finally admits he had a nightmare.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No,” he shakes his head, the small tuft of hair on his forehead tickling you. “I just want to lay here with you.”

It was the most romantic thing he had ever said to you throughout your entire relationship aside from “I love you,” so you couldn’t help but give in to his wish. 

You tangled your legs with his own and guided his arms around you. 

While yes, you were mostly in a relationship with Kageyama because of his oh-so endearing attitude, his warm, awkwardly tight snuggles were just an added bonus.

Hinata Shouyou:

Much like the other Karasuno boy, you’re already in his bed when he has a nightmare. 

He imagined you leaving him for someone taller, and woke up with a cry of your name in the middle of the night. 

“YN!” 

He gasped and panted and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, gulping and glancing down at the sight of you. 

You were still knocked out, dead tired from the night’s earlier events. He couldn’t blame you. Even he was a little worn. 

The sight of you was beautiful. Comforting. Your hair was splayed out and tangled, and your bare shoulders peeked out from under the comforter, heavily marked and bruised from his lips. Your face was locked in a state of serenity as you snoozed away in his bed. 

Hinata let his fingers brush along your cheek while he bit back tears at the thought of losing you. 

He eventually gave in to his needs and laid beside you, snaking his arms around your waist and trapping you as close as possible to his own form. 

You woke up to the sound of small whimpers and a wet shoulder. 

“Shouyou?”

He squeaked and pressed his face deeper into your skin. 

“Please don’t leave me, YN. Please.”

Your mind was groggy and the heat radiating off the boy beside you was almost too much, but his broken voice sobered you up in a split second.

“I won’t,” you reassured, running your hands through his sweaty, orange strands. “I will never leave you.” 

“Good.” His tears seemed to slow at the thought, and he pressed a kiss against your bare skin. 

You in his bed was all he needed to recover from that terrible dream. You were his, and he was yours. Hinata knew that fact was undeniable as he hugged you tighter and you smiled at the feeling.

“How about a little pick-me-up?”

Home Alone (Hinata x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: You should never leave Hinata alone with the responsibility of the chores in the house. Especially when your next-door neighbor is a dick. 

A/N: Fuck shitty wifi, fuck fuck fuckkkkkk. Like seriously, someone please tell me I’m not the only one struggling with editing the fucking tags on posts, pleaseeee. Anyways, I was desperate for an idea, and I didn’t like this one at first, but I swear it’s good. Enjoy!

Word count: 944

        Ah, home sweet home. You were back from a business trip that required you to leave home for a week. Yes, it was only seven days, but a week of your husband home alone without supervision was seven days too many. Although, when you arrived back at your house and saw it wasn’t burned down, you were relieved to know you were worried for nothing. 

       “Shoyo, I’m back!” You closed the front door and kicked off your shoes, only to crash into the wall behind you from the force of a hug. 

       “I’m so glad you’re home, YN! I missed you so much!” His voice wavered with excitement as he smiled into your collarbone. 

       “I missed you too.” You pull away and smile at him brightly, giving a small peck to his lips. He whines at its duration before pouting.

       “YN, I need cuddles, it’s been too long.” Shoyo snatches your arm and leads you toward the bedroom, only to groan when you wriggle out of his grip. 

       “I know, I know,” you laugh, “but I’m thirsty. I’ll just get a drink real quick then I’ll join you.” His reaction worries you.

       “No!” he shouts anxiously, brown eyes wider than dinner plates.

       “Excuse me?” Your eyebrows furrow in utter confusion.

       “I’ll get it for you! You just go up to the room, I’m sure you’re tired!” He nods his head affirmatively at his own statement and places his hands on your shoulders, driving you towards your shared room. You plant your feet and stop his movements, all while giggling at his abnormal actions. 

       “Shoyo, don’t worry. I’m not that worn out.” You step into the kitchen while your husband seems to choke on air behind you. “Trust me, I’m awake enough to get myself a glass of water.” He stays suspiciously silent behind you while you peer into the empty sink on your way to the cupboards.

       “Aww, babe, thanks for doing the dishes before I came home!” 

       “Yeah sure, of course.” His voice is higher than normal, but you don’t mention it. Looking into the cupboards, you’re puzzled to find them completely empty. 

       “They’re in the washer.” 

       “Oh.” You step over to said appliance. “Well, just so you know in case I have to leave again, you can’t put too many dishes in here, otherwise it’ll-”

       Suds. Everywhere. The opening was overflowing with blue and white bubbles as soon as you pulled on the handle, and now your kitchen floor was soaked and stunk of bittersweet dish soap. Your lips draw into a firm line and you turn around to look at your ashamed husband, who avoids your gaze and rocks back and forth on his heels. He’s innocently whistling a tune with his hands held behind his back. Wonderful. 

       “It’ll do that,” you finish, chest tight with stifled frustration. Shoyo halts his actions and stares at you with shame.

       “Should I-”

       “Yeah, mop’s in the closet.” You nod your head towards the hallway. He follows your orders, until….

       “On the left,” you remind him impatiently. Your jaw aches from the constant clench.

       “Right, right.”

       Your mouth is still dry as a desert and you peer into the leaking dishwasher for any usable cup, only to smack your palm against your forehead at the sight. 

       “Shoyo, is this the laundry?” 

       “Umm, sort of?”

       “Sort of?” You reach in and retrieve his favorite shorts, waving them around in his face with a raised brow. 

       “Yes.” You huff and toss the clothing at him before rubbing your temples. A terrible, awful idea decides to smack you in the face at that moment, causing you to pause and slowly glance up at your husband. The veins in your forehead are having a field day while the rest of your body remains still.

       “Honey, if these are our clothes, where are our dishes?” Your voice is soft and patient. It’s a lure, and he knows it. 

       “W-well, they’re not in the clothes’ washer if that’s what you’re asking!” Shoyo laughs uproariously and you sigh in relief. 

       “Thank God,” you giggle softly, “‘cause for a second there I was like ‘Please tell me I didn’t marry an idiot.’” After you give him a small smile, your husband’s eyes widen and he squeaks out an “mhm!”

       You shake your head with a relieved chuckle and give him a small peck on the cheek.

       “I’m just gonna go hang up my coat, I’ll be right back.” 

       “O-okay.” He dashes into the kitchen with his requested mop and you make your way into the laundry room, dropping your jacket on the coat rack.

       Clink clink.

       What.

       The smile falls off your face instantly. Your eyes squint, and you’re not exactly sure what you’re hearing, but you know for a fact you don’t like it. 

       Clink clink.

       Oh God, please don’t tell me. Your shoulders tense as you step closer to your dryer, pausing the machine and whipping it open with tightly-shut eyes. The clanging has stopped, so you hesitantly take a peek.

       “Shoyo!”

       Silence.

       “Shoyo Hinata, why the fuck are there glass shards in the dryer?!”

       Your house rattles with the force of a slammed front door. Son of a bitch.

       Distantly, you hear a muffled, panicked shout from your husband followed by the devious cackles of your neighbor.

       “Kageyama, you lying bastard! You told me the dishes needed to dry!”

thinking about them with a super productive girlfriend.

our lazy boys who sleep until noon and don't get out of bed until they're absolutely starving or have plans in 30 minutes, meanwhile their pretty little girlfriend has been up since 6:45 and has; worked out, showered, made a good breakfast (and saved some for him too), cleaned up the kitchen and living room, and is currently on a zoom call discussing the next move in her project groups big proposal. and he's just sitting across from her at the table, eating her breakfast she made, thinking about how lucky he is to have her.

★﹒₊‧they guys that fall for the silent type so when u start rambling on about something, weather it's something exciting or a shitty day at work/school, they pull away from whatever they're doing no matter how important bc hearing you talk is their most favorite thing in the universe.

↻ bokuto, oikawa, kurro, yamaguchi, hinata, noya, makki, <3

Favourite Positions: Hinata

You didn’t usually date short guys.

It wasn’t personal—just a preference. You liked being manhandled. Liked being tossed around, bent over, pinned. You’d always thought height made that easier. You wanted to be overwhelmed, and you never thought someone with a boyish grin and a 174 cm frame would be the one to do it.

But Hinata Shōyō?

Was a beast.

Not just in the way he moved, though that was devastating enough. He had stamina for days, legs like pistons, arms strong enough to lift you like you weighed nothing. But it was the way he looked at you when he was inside you—like he was starved, like he was built for this. Like your pleasure was his mission.

And when you were underneath him? Flat on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders, Hinata kneeling over you with your ankles hooked behind his neck?

There was no going back.

“I wanna see everything,” he’d whispered the first time, flushed and breathless, the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. “Wanna see your face when I make you lose it.”

And now?

Now he was fucking you like he meant it.

Your thighs trembled where they rested over his shoulders, calves draped down his back as his hips snapped into yours. His hands were braced beside your head, body bent forward so his chest hovered over yours. The position had you folded nearly in half, stretched wide, completely taken.

“So—tight,” he groaned, jaw clenched as he pounded into you with brutal rhythm, curls damp and clinging to his forehead. “God, you feel… fuck… you feel so good.”

Your back arched off the bed, fingers fisting the sheets, eyes fluttering as pleasure crackled through your nerves.

“Shōyō—too deep, it’s too much—”

“No,” he gasped, snapping his hips harder, “It’s perfect. You can take it. Just hold on, I’ve got you.”

You sobbed as his cock hit that devastating spot inside you over and over, your body clenching, quivering. The position had you stretched and pinned, his body grinding into yours with relentless force. You could feel the headboard banging against the wall, the slap of skin-on-skin loud in the air.

Hinata leaned closer, your knees nearly pressed to your chest, and he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together as he fucked you harder.

“I wanna see it,” he panted, eyes fixed on your face. “Come for me. Right now. Let me see how pretty you look when you break.”

And you did.

You shattered with a scream, back arching violently, mouth falling open in a ragged cry as your orgasm slammed through you. Your vision went white, your body seizing under the weight of the pleasure, twitching uncontrollably. You couldn’t even breathe—couldn’t think.

It didn’t stop.

He kept fucking you through it, hips rolling hard and deep, watching you fall apart beneath him like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Your hands clawed at his arms, thighs trembling wildly, mouth babbling nonsense—you didn’t even realize what you were saying. You were crying. Moaning. Whimpering please and don’t stop in the same breath.

Hinata groaned, deep and broken, and you felt his rhythm falter just slightly before he buried himself deep, grinding his hips hard into yours as he came with a strangled gasp. The warmth of him flooding you only sent another pulse of aftershock through your body, another twitch of oversensitivity that made your breath catch.

He stayed there, chest heaving, forehead resting against yours.

Your chest was heaving, fingers twitching, mind blank except for the echo of your own voice—broken, desperate, high-pitched and gasping his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say.

Your body was still convulsing in little aftershocks when Hinata leaned over you, his breath warm and uneven, and started pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to your skin.

First to your collarbone. Then lower.

His lips trailed down the curve of your breast, lingering over the swell as his hand spread wide over your stomach—grounding you, holding you, but never still.

You jolted when his mouth dipped lower again, his tongue lapping at the sheen of sweat on your ribs, and then his lips brushed just under your navel.

“Shōyō—” you whimpered, voice rasping from overuse, hips twitching.

He smiled against your skin, kissed lower.

“Too much?” he whispered, but didn’t stop. He was everywhere—on your hips, your thighs, your waist, like he needed to taste every part of what he just ruined.

Every place his mouth touched made you flinch, a fresh wave of oversensitivity crawling across your skin. But you didn’t stop him.

You couldn’t.

And neither could he.

By the time he leaned up again, his hands were back on your waist, thumbs stroking soft, absentminded circles against your flushed skin. His eyes were bright, cheeks still a little pink, and his grin—smug, breathless, a little crooked—stole the last of your breath.

“Wanna go again?”

You blinked. And despite the fact that your legs were jelly, your brain scrambled, your body completely wrecked—you still managed to nod.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face.

Yeah. You didn’t usually date short guys.

But Hinata wasn’t like anyone else.