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terushimooo · 2 years

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YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE

Cult Leader!Ikkei x F!Reader and Cop!Daichi x F!Reader

T/w: incest, noncon, huge age gap (20′s vs 60′s), omegaverse, werewolf, yandere, implied abduction/captivity, forced marking/bonding, unprotected sex, breeding/pregnancy kink

W/c: 1.7k

A/n: FOR THE ONE AND ONLY @seijorhi (the scariest of us all)!!!!! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!! I KNOW I'M THE LAST ONE TO POST (BY WEEKS) BUT I TRIED I SWEAR!!!! I HOPE YOU HAD A WONDERFUL DAY AND THAT YOU HAVE AN EVEN BETTER YEAR!! I LOVE YOU (AND THE WIVES) MORE THAN WORDS COULD EVER DESCRIBE!!!!! And on that note…

Update: This was totally an April fools joke. I love you Rhi, Please unblock me :’). (If I forgot any warnings please let me know!!)

Daichi loves you more than anything, so when you text him in a fit of desperation—begging for your big brother to save you once again—how could he possibly say no?

Your brother is strong.

Your brother is reliable.

He’s trustworthy, caring, and the most loving person you've ever met. Time and again, he’s shown that he’s a natural born leader—that he’s a protector—both to your family, to the community, and to you.

Your brother was your idol.

You would’ve even gone as far as to label him your first love; in a childish sense of the word, anyway. In your youth, you would tell anyone who would listen about how much you loved your brother, more than life itself.

And you meant it.

But as you got older, there was something not quite right with the way brown eyes traveled along the expanse of your skin, with the way they noticeably lingered at the base of your neck.

There was something off about the way he’d creep into your room when he thought you were sleeping… Something wrong with the way he’d slide under your blankets—bare chest pressed against your back, wet mouth exploring the taste of your skin.

His praise kept you complacent. His touch kept you safe.

You believed that.

Truly.

But your parents had different ideas.

To be the next leader, they claimed, Daichi needed someone more than you, someone stronger, better.

“It's because of his nature”, they’d say. “It’s because of your conflicting dynamics.” But you knew it wasn’t like that. Not really.

It was always something different… something more.

Alphas, omegas, their need to conform, their need to dominate—your parents pretend they sent you away to keep you safe. But you know better than that. It’s just a lie constructed to keep you from loving your brother the way that you should. The way that’s normal…

The way that’s right.

Your brother’s not like the other alphas.

He’s not looking for the strongest mate, and he’d never discriminate against the weak either.

You know that for a fact.

After all, what alpha intent on forcing submission would sink to his knees and bow his head—to you—to an omega? What alpha would wrap his hands around your limbs in a move not to control you, but to bandage your wounds, to press gentle kisses over your carefully wrapped injuries? What alpha would give his precious time to someone so low on the pecking order that they can’t even shift?

You’ve always known the safety of your brother's love, of his kind and gentle touches. So when you experience another, when a man calling himself alpha—calling himself your alpha—lays claim to your body, when he strips your soul of its protective casing—you know you've made a mistake. You know naivety has won out against logic, against the teachings drilled into you since birth.

You never should’ve left the safety of your commune, of your childhood home, but most importantly, you never should’ve left your brother.

The roads back are different than you remember.

The forests you used to play in are long gone, filled instead with the golden stems left from a seemingly successful harvest. And in place of the once green, open fields of grass—the land lays bare, covered in mud and looming construction.

It’s a stark contrast. A painful reminder that you no longer belong here; that this isn’t the home you love and remember… Not anymore.

As you continue to drive down the forgotten and unpaved trails, you can’t help but wonder; were the mountains you used to call comforting—the walls that sheltered and protected you well into your adolescence—were they always this… intimidating?

Or is it just you?

Is it you who’s taken on the role of the villain, turning the innocent into the vile and corrupt?

You can’t help but think it's the latter.

Dirty.

Filthy.

Unworthy.

Useless—a grown adult, running back with her tail between her legs, into the arms of her big brother.

Even the sky, clouded over in a dark collage of gray, seems to echo its anger at your return.

Maybe it’s the tears pooling in your eyes, or maybe it’s just the natural passage of time—either way, if not for the echoing voice of your brother directing your every action, you’d surely be forsaken.

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When you pull up to your brother’s home, a cabin hidden deep within the last remaining stretch of forest, you can't help but wince at the figure seated on the porch, cigarette hanging loosely from his wrinkling lips.

You watch as he stands to greet you, firm hands wrapping around the banister, eyes piercing through the windshield of your car. The motion of his hand forces you to step outside, to face the consequences of your actions—the consequences of your absence.

You don’t even have the time to take in the slam of your door, let alone the sounds of nature. The grey-haired man beckons you over in an instant, elderly voice ringing out over the surroundings.

“Long time no see,” he taunts, a wicked grin plastered across his aging features. “You miss me?”

“Y-yeah. Of course, sir.” You answer back, hesitance obvious in your actions, in the bow of your back, in your cautious step forward.

You know better than to make enemies of the man in front of you, of the commune’s leader, your brother's mentor, Ikkei Ukai.

“Where-where’s Daichi?” You ask. “Where’s my brother?”

Ikkei just scoffs before raising his hand dismissively. “He went out on a last minute call—don’t ask me what, something about a rowdy group of alphas. Aside from that, don’t know, don’t care.” You watch as Ikkei spits his cigarette onto the wooden planks before snuffing it out beneath the sole of his sandal. “Why don’t you go inside, get settled into your old room while I bring in your bags, okay?”

You nod in agreement, not that it matters though. Ikkei’s already moving toward the car before you can even acknowledge his words.

Part of you is surprised when you creek open the door to your past life. Your room is exactly how you left it, upkept and spotless—as if you’d never really left. Even the sense of foreboding, the looming patriarchal figure constantly following your every action, that seems to have stuck around as well.

Sitting on your bed feels surreal. You can’t help but notice the strong, deep, and woodsy scent permeating the room's constitution. You suppose it only makes sense, this is his house after all. Even so, part of you likes to imagine that your brother spends a great deal here, that he misses you as much as you’ve missed him.

Closing your eyes, you can almost imagine your reunion. The shared warmth, the shedding of tears, the gentle caresses—but all of that seems so far off with Ikkei’s presence ever bearing and unignorable in the doorway.

While you mourn at the loss of your brother’s presence, Ikkei can’t help but bask in the fortune the day has brought.

Sweet little omega, he can’t help but think, can he even call you that? You’re so helpless. So vulnerable. So alone.

Ikkei remembers watching you play throughout your youth; always the runt, always the weakest, always picked last. It can't be helped, he knows that. Everyone knows that.

Still, seeing is believing. And seeing you here, all grown up… well it has Ikkei believing in something more. It has him seeing your potential, not as a shiftless, rankless member—but as a wife, as a mother, as the brood mare (for a lack of a better term) of the commune.

It’s what has Ikkei entering your den, posture rigid and stiff—like the cock tenting beneath his worn down sweats.

The fear and disgust in your eyes only has him hardening more, eager to finally take what’s rightfully his—what’s been denied to him for so many years. Sending you away was never his choice, you have to know that, you have to understand.

Ikkei only hopes his message will get across through the hands that roughly grope the plush of your hips, the tongue that runs along the throbbing glands in your throat, the teeth that sink themselves deep within the junction of your neck.

Your screams don’t come off the way you want them too, the way you need them to. Instead, Ikkei takes them as your sign of approval. It’s how things with his past wife worked, so why would it not be the same with you?

It doesn’t matter if you want this.

It doesn’t matter if you reject his mark—you clearly don’t understand. Now that he has you, now that he’s got you pinned beneath his hulking figure, pants down and underwear pushed to the side—he’ll mark you as many times as it takes.

You’ll learn to be complacent.

He knows it.

It’s what he tells himself as he forces himself inside, the dry walls of your cunt tearing at the rough intrusion.

It’s been so long since he’s had anyone as perfect as you, someone so young. Ikkei knows he can’t last. He knows you can feel it too.

The sob that wretches itself from your chest is the last straw before ikkei finds himself spilling deep inside your cunt, cock throbbing and pulsing against the ring of your cervix.

God, he hopes that it takes.

He hopes that you’ll be filled with his pups sooner rather than later.

Sweat drips from his face and onto yours, mixing with your tears in a beautiful image of passion. The blood spilling from the inflamed wound on your neck only makes the older alpha swell with pride.

Ikkei knows that the others will talk, that they’ll disapprove of his taking of a mate—especially at his age. But, he’s the commune leader. No one would really dare go against his word. Not after he’s kept everyone safe for so many years.

Even if they do, it’s as the youth these days say, YOLO—you only live once.

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LMMAAOOOOO

BAHAHHAHAHA

RHIII

HAHAHHAHAH

IM CRYING

I HAD YOU IN THE FIRST HALF DIDN’T I!!! BAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA

Okay okay okay okay okay, but no, for real, I AM gonna write you a real cop daichi fic—WITHOUT THE ELDERLY—but that day, that day is not today. :ehe:

I AM SO SORRY TO ANY OTHER POOR SOUL WHO READ THIS AND EXPECTED A DAICHI FIC. I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES IN APOLOGY!!! Please, I just, I just really, really needed to get Rhi. <3

Anyway, HAPPY APRIL FOOLS TO YOU ALL!!!

(I will update and correct these tags after rhi reads this, I swear)

#yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu #ikkei x reader #Daichi x reader #haikyuu smut #ukai x reader #happy April fools everyonnneee #if you saw the original without the geriatric warning #I’m so sorry #cursed.lee #lee writes

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spikesbimbo · 3 years

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Silver spoon

Pairing: ukai Ikkei x f!reader

Tags: made this a Mafia au just so he would have a reason to have a gun, nurse!reader, actual age agp, gilf, gun play, gun fucking (?), idk giving his gun sum sloppy toppy, oral sex, creampie

Summary: how to be a beneficiary

wc: 3.5k

@keishinslove , come get ur mans, ; ), @fawn-daydreams thanks so much for the pic! @dreamsandabyss

18 + Minors dni

“Look, someone has to have it...” he spoke into the phone, leaning back as you did with him. The feeling of his warm body against yours putting you to sleep, resting your head on his chest as you curled up into him.

His smirk widened as he ran his hand down your sides, enjoying your company as you grew more comfortable in his lap, the feeling of cold hard metal touching your skin as you adjusted yourself on his legs, seeing it peek from below his waistband, handle hanging out of his belt reminded you of what he was, breaking you out of your daydream.

Looking up at him as your hands rested on his chest and neck, pulling away from his stroking his scuff and fingers untangling themselves from his golden chain. Getting off his thighs seeing as this call was going to last long, legs growing numb, jestering with your hands that you were going to the kitchen, responding with a subtle nod as he watched you leave.

Hearing his voice get sterner, sending chills down your spine as his tone changed completely. “Send guards up there to get him…. and hold him until they arrive.” Seeing that he got confirmation, as his head tilted back, a sigh escaping lips as he rubbed his eyes. Eyebrows furrowing, not knowing if you should have left him there alone, just putting it in the back of your head that you left some time for him to cool down.

Walking down the staircase headed towards the kitchen, almost still getting lost in this villa as you remember him telling the first time you came here ‘it was down the staircase and to the left’. Stopping to look at the big picture of him hung up on the wall followed by many others, looking like a victorian portrait encased in the glass frames made you realize how big of a name they really were, generations following you down the hall as you continued moving down the steps.

Finally seeing the walls of windows and the bar you felt relieved, walking up to the fridge and opening it, seeing every drink but water. Grabbing some type of lemonade as you leaned against the marble counter while you took a sip, tasting the unknown alcohol in it as it hit the back of your throat, quickly coughing while smacking your chest a few times to calm it down. Tears filling your eyes as you shakily set the glass down.

“Sorry about that. Should've probably just drank it all yesterday.”

You turned your blurry eyes to see his grandson, an almost spitting image of him when he was younger, noticing him handing you some water that you wanted in the first place.

“What a surprise...” you choked out, lifting the bottle to your mouth, throat finally feeling some ease.

The two of you had an almost sibling-like relationship, starting from the moment he met you after you patched his friend up in an alleyway, not even questing or caring why, moving on with your day like nothing happened.

Guessing you were on your way home from work, seeing you in scrubs, and after running into you again he swore it was fate. Persuading you to join them as you easily said yes, knowing you wouldn't say no the salary and the ‘benefits’ that came along with it, just wanting to finally relax with your student loans paid off.

But the last thing he would've expected after all of this, was you, with his grandad. Essentially getting yourself stuck in this kind of life, knowing that you'd never be able to leave as soon as they found out you were 'with’ him. But you obviously had a smart head on you, letting you do whatever your heart wanted as he supported you. Grabbing another drink from the bar, this time knowing it was alcohol as you two joked around for a minute.

A smile appearing on your face when you heard steps walking towards you, seeing ikkei appear from the corner of the hallway as keishin turned his head and guessed right, looking at you already skip over to him like a puppy following its owner.

Greeting you while he let you cling onto him, arms wrapped around his as he lifted his hand saying hello to his grandson. All his attention on your pretty little smile as his thumb traced your cheek, bringing up your hand to his lips, placing his lips on it gently as you were acting like you've never been touched before, giggling shyly into his arm as he chuckled out.

Keishin gagging at the sight before him, “Why don't you just retire already,” not wanting to see this cringy shit anymore, but deep down just wanting him to be safe and content, never seeing him smile this hard in his life. Knowing he's never felt this way before, his ex wife being set up by an arranged marriage, she wasn't bad but he definitely didn't love her along with her complaining, but luckily a quick swipe of his card shut her up, finally divorcing after all theses years.

“My dad isn't still too young to take over, you know?”

“No.” he stated, stepping outside to light his cigar, resting his back against the wall as he took a puff. “Great men are taught, not born.” He uttered out, choking on the smoke as he brought it back up to his lips. He was dependable, not regretting having his son at a young age, but swearing to never push this life on his son and grandson until he was gone.

“Yeah, he's stubborn.” keishin uttered under his breath, running his hands through his hair as he grabbed his drink and keys, walking towards the door while waving a quick goodbye to you.

“How the hell is someone younger than me gonna be my step grandma, can’t get someone your own age to date you?” he chuckled out in awe. But at the end of the day he was on your side, family was family, defending you like your own personal bodyguard. Hearing something along the lines of “She’s some old man’s sugar baby.” almost daily until he ‘took care of it’ a few months ago.

“You're just mad, that an old man like me gets more than you.” ikkei laughed, coughing out the rest of the smoke while coming up behind you. Wrapping his arm around your waist already pulling you back to his office as you gladly let him.

“Ok, shitty old man.” keshin replied, closing the door behind him. He knew it wasn't because of the money or the power, because there were many other men on his level trying to win your attention. Thinking there must be something going on in your head to be with him, and there was.

Love.

The first man to ever make you feel some type of way, to make you blush. Was it practical, no. Putting it to the back of your head that he would be long gone by the time you were even close to his age.

But the way he made you feel so light and free around him after only being here for a while. Looking into your eyes as you fixed him up, making you genuinely laugh as he didn't want you to stress over him, surprising him that you were just naturally calm.

You two fell for each other quickly, not even lasting a week before you two fucked. Hearts appearing in your eyes around him; not caring about having your own family, just becoming part of his as he always kept his promises.

“You wanna go out later.” he said loosely wrapping his hand around your waist, pulling you back into his lap. “m’sorry i haven't had time for you lately.” Looking up at his gray hair, eyes moving down to his body still this toned after all these years, aging like the finest wine.

“No.” you mumbled out, fingers running down his chest, getting caught up in his chain again. “Just wanna…..stay with you.” A shy smirk appearing on your face as the words left your lips.

Leaning into your shoulder, lips touching your neck as he whispered into your ear, scruff tickling your jaw as you let out a slight smile.“Stay with me, hmm? And what does that entail...?”

Already getting off his thighs, standing in front of him as you ran your hands up your body, his joining you as he wrapped them around your waist pulling you closer to him, chin resting on your stomach while his hands gently rested on your hips. “No one has ever managed to capture my attention like you have.” he said, hands lingering on you.

He had no shame in admitting it, his words plaguing your head, “I always tell the truth, no matter how hard it is.” Looking up to your flustered face, no one could ever make you feel as loved and appreciated as him.

“Ok old man.” you giggled out, taking your time stripping in front of him. Resting your hand on his shoulder for support as you slowly slid your skirt down, hugging your ass just right as you felt his soft, intense gaze never once leaving you. Eyeing you up as you fumbled with your buttons, hands meeting yours taking it off for you, being bare as the day you were born.

“You getting on your knees pretty girl?”

Nodding while letting out a quiet, shy “yeah” at the words that left his mouth. Lowering yourself onto the ground, trying to replace your timidness that only came around him. Hands resting on his knees working their way up his thighs, his stress already disappearing as your fingers played with his zipper, eyes locking with yours as you pulled it down.

The nervousness leaving you as his warm hand rested on your cheek, whimpering in need as your gaze fell on the hard cold metal that was standing before his cock. Resting on his abdomen, cunt growing wetter at the thought of the previous events, wanting it in your mouth, fucked down your throat.

Reading your mind, already loosening his pants enough to set it free. Pointer finger resting on the side as he parted your lips, immediately giving way. Tongue sticking out lewdly, spit and drool already falling off the tip of it, his other hand angling it down toward your mouth. “You trust me, don’t you Baby?”

Moaning out another muffled “yeah” at the weight of the barrel resting on your tongue, pushing it deeper down your mouth, the whines getting caught at the back of your throat. Body growing tingly, cunt leaking onto the floor as he gently bobbed your head head back and forth until you got the hang of it.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck... your sweet little mouth taking it all.” Whimpering at his words, eyes fluttering open at him, meeting his gaze as your vision grew blurry. Hands reaching for his cock, working there way up his thighs until you felt his bulge, groaning at the touch. Wanting to make him feel as good as you.

Letting your spit make a mess on his fingers as he slowly pushed the glock farther down until you choked on the muzzle. Pulling it out at the lewd sound of your wet gasp, catching your breath, looking at your lashes still wet, lips covered in drool. Dragging the spit covered barrel down, sliding between your tits pressing it against your nipples, shivering at the cold feeling.

“You gonna let me fuck your throat, sweetheart?”

Nodding quickly, letting out a strained “mhmm” as you moved your fingers around the base of his cock. Adjusting himself as he stroked it a few times before letting you take control. A moan leaving his mouth as you tilted your head to kiss his tip, parting your lips without his help as you flicked your tongue against it, your shiny lips making a mess already.

“Fuck angel, such a good girl. Open up that little mouth more for me sweetheart.” His hand came behind your neck, the firm grip leaving your mouth open as he pulled himself out, admiring the sight below him as the praise made you listen to his silent command. Soft wet smacks from him slapping the head of his cock against your tongue, looking so lewd, like the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life.

“… goddamn baby. Fuck…”

His scratchy voice letting out another moan as he leaned back onto the headrest of the couch. Your trembling hands gripping onto his thighs, nails leaving imprints as he continued to abuse your throat. The office was quiet besides the filthy wet sounds of you choking around him.

Opening your lids and gazing up at him, pupils so wide and eyes so red. Looking the prettiest you could, so needy and compliant, letting him use your throat as he pleased. “That’s it, angel… oh, fuck…m’gonna-”

Tears freely down your cheeks as you gagged, little strings of saliva dripping from your chin, body on fire as his thrusts got rougher, fucking up into your mouth as his hands gripped tighter around your neck holding you in place.

Sealing your lips around him, sucking in more as his hips stalled, grabbing your head with both of his hands. And with a long groan, music to your ears, shoving your face all the way down into his crotch, balls resting on your chin as you felt him release in your mouth, so hot and thick. Doing as you were told, always wanting to be his good girl, someone he could always rely on, someone he could always use when needed.

“You okay?” He asked, stroking your cheek as dizzily shook your head up and down. Reaching his hand forward, tipping your jaw upward to see you better. Cunt throbbing as his eyes met yours, clenching and releasing around nothing while he dragged his thumb across your swollen lips.

“Words, sweetheart.” His voice was soft and stern, ordering you around gently as you did you best to choke it out.

“y-yes”

“Let me see.” Parting your lips, with his ring covered finger, mouth opening to show him that his cum was still there. Smiling as he let go, muttering out “good girl.”, mouth closing as he let you swallow, the salty taste making you wince under your breath while he pet the side of your face down to your neck.

“You sure angel? ….You know i don't like lying.” he said, resting his hand on your cunt, fingers dipping in shallowly as you almost went limp in his hold, Knees locking just in time, so focused on keeping your composure that you didn't see him smirking at your state. His finger curling inside you, as you tried to hold back your whimper, body unconsciously rocking back and forth into his hand.

Finally snapping, trying to be on your best behavior best you couldn't help it anymore, knowing what he was doing to you. “Please,” you whined out. “Want you to fuck me like you always do, want you to fuck me so good.” No shame left in your body as you started taking action, nails clawing into his bicep, your eyes half lidded trying to hold back the tears forming.

Letting out a whine muttered by your teeth sinking into your lips when his hand pulls away, lingering there not for long as he easily hikes your leg up over his waist, aligning his cock to your dripping cunt, rubbing it over your folds, teasing you, wanting to make his sweet angel beg.

“i-ikkei, please” you lead, gripping his arms, as pushed into you slowly. Cooing at you for being so patient with him. Head dropping onto his shoulder as a broken noise escaped your lips, legs tightening around his waist, clenching around him.

Pushing the rest of himself inside you, hissing as you swallow him up in your warmth. “Fuck sweetheart, you always… feel so, -fuck, so goddamn good,”

“Relax baby,” he groaned out, head thrown back. “Little cunt’s so tight, gonna get my will instead of my kids if you keep it up.” Your smile barely forming before it gets cut off, moaning at the painful feeling of his cock stretching you out.

“Such a... fuck, such a good little girl for me,” He praises, hot breath on your neck as you clench even tighter at his words, the feeling of bhim so deep inside of you, nudging your cervix making your head spin. “So pretty, I'd do anything for you, you know that?”

“m’close.” you whimpered. His love confessions making you lose your mind completely, nails digging into his chest, slightly groaning at the sting.. “Please, p-please please,” you begged through a sob, tears swelling up in your eyes. Placing his lips on yours before you can gasp out begs anymore. Trying to whimper out his name before he fucks you roughly with a thrust that hits your g spot, making you cum all over him, sticky wetness enclosing the both of you as it dripped down his balls and onto the sofa.

“There you go baby,” he muttered against your lips, but you’re too far gone to even pay attention. Working his cock inside of you, gently pushing up into your cunt as your shaking body twitches in his hold, eyes rolling to the back of your head from your orgasm, still trying to come down from your high. “You know I always got you.”

He pulls out of you slowly when you have calmed down but you weren’t done. “w-wanna make you cum.” your croaky voice pouted out.

“Hm? You already did sweetheart.” Shaky legs positioning yourself on top of him, resting your hands on his shoulders. “no...want you to cum in me.”

Watching as you spread open you cunt, placing his tip on your entrance. Looking down at him with a heavy lust in your eyes, not wasting any time sliding back into you. “You’re so greedy.” He says into your ear, a roughness to his voice. Back arching as his arm wraps around your waist, leaning back to give him a view of himself bottoming out in you. The feeling of the fullness already has you cumming again. “...So fucking perfect.”

Rubbing your clit with his fingers as his lips attached to your nipple, locking you in his hold, your body trembling from the overstimulation. Cock repeatedly ramming into your g spot as your cunt is being lovingly abused. “Fuck” He mutters out, words getting trapped into your skin, fingers pinching your swollen clit, letting out a loud sob as tears break free.

“Fuck baby, I’m close.” He said, breath growing sporadic as his hips start stuttering. Chasing after his high, fingers slapping your clit as you squealed.

“C-, cum in me, please. You gotta, p-please!” You cry out, pushing him over the edge. Breaking free of your tits, mouth letting out deep groans as he is spilling his load into you, coming for the third around him. Body freezing up, seeing black and stars, walls clamping around him even tighter, wanting to milk him dry for everything he's got.

Not even realizing that he's holding you into him, balls resting on you cunt as he's still inside of you, knowing you'd throw a fit if he pulled out. Body slump and tired as he presses a light kiss on the top of your head, large hands soothing your body as they worked their way up and down your back.

“I-, I love you,” you choked out, resting your head into his shoulder. His heart softening as he kissed your lips softly, sighing as he leaned back with you in his arms. Gently humming to ease you into sleep, not caring how he was gonna take care of this later. ”I love you too, baby.” He whispered into your ear, looking around his office full of money and countless items worth millions, but none made his heart race like you could, not even close.

“...I love you, more than you'll ever know.”

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unknownwriting · 3 years

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hi bby! i was checking your fandoms and I think it would be super cute if you could do something platonic for Issho from One Piece and the old coach Ukai from Haikyuu!! being father/grandfather roles towards reader and reader taking care of them. thank you! stay safe and make sure to drink water💕

♡ Summary- adorable grandfather/grandchild like hc relationships (platonic!!)

♡ Characters- Ikkei Ukai, Issho Fujitora

♡ Warnings- none :)

♡ Omg thxx, I have been drinking a lot of water so thx for checking in (´∀｀)♡ and I’m so in love with these ideas. They’re like so simple yet so sweet and the same time 💕 oops this ones long too, idk why I’m making everything so long too 😭😭

Ikkei Ukai

- ahsisnks lmaoo this man is 69

- when y’all first met was through his grandson. You happened to be like super close to the boys on the team and so you just hung around then a lot. You had easily developed a big brother like type relationship with Ukai

- so when you first met Ikkei, he was almost in shock that you had developed that type of relationship with his grandson, who is like very older than you. Nonetheless, he soon developed a grandfather/grandchild-like relationship with you too. And y’all don’t even know-how

- it first started with him teaching you some of his old tricks and how he used to play volleyball. Telling you all the crazy stories about how he use to win and lose with his team and how he would train with them too. And in return, you tell him all the training and stuff the team does.

- and of course, he judges the hell out of them too. And then he would end up yelling about Ukai, and how he such a horrible coach and all. But Volleyball isn’t the only thing that y’all talk about, it only built the foundation of yalls relationship

- y’all have that type of relationship where y’all talk about everything, he’s almost like your therapist in his own little old man way. You will tell him everything like what’s going on at school, what’s going on in volleyball, about your family, you interest, who you like, who you hate. All of it

- most of the time Ikkei will just listen, giving some annoyed and pissed-off comments about the person you hate or about the team being stupid, or sometimes about the person you like. You learn quickly not to take all of them seriously.

- But there would be times where he would go off in full rants too. Half of the time your not even sure why but he just does. He’s an angry guy in the first place so you kinda just go along with it. But sometimes talking to someone like him who is very honest and doesn’t mind saying what he wants is very refreshing.

- and although most of the time y’all just end up talking and not doing much up you appreciate it anyways. And to always make up for you, you’ll be in food when y’all do talk, and other times you’ll be able to sneak in some of his fav alcohol or something, just to make up for all the time you do the talking

- he’s also an old retired man, so you always check on him more than he wants. You’ll make sure he’s drinking water, and not drinking or smoking too much, and then you also do some chores around the house just to make his life a bit easier

- and he hates it. He hates it’s all. He doesn’t want your help, and the fact that you also do it when he still tells you no, just makes him even angrier. But you still do it anyway, bc whether he likes it or not he’s an old man and needs help sometimes.

- all in all, y’all both treasure the relationship y’all have, bc sometimes the best advice comes from an old anger man

Issho Fujitora

- plzz his like one of the few marines I like 😭✋🏻

- y’all definitely started as that mentor/student type relationship. When you first joined the marines, you just happened to come under the care of Issho, your not even sure how

- he was a huge helped too, he taught you how to fight and some battle strategies. And he guided you around what it means to be a marine to him and how you should help others. It was easy for you to look up to him

- but of course, he’s not gonna train you all the time, both you and he had a job outside of training.To his liking you were a quick learner, so he didn’t have to spend much time training with you but there are still some times where he would just teach you a lesson here and there

- during the time y’all did spend training, y’all grew closer. And once training was done y’all could finally be more casual with each other, thus beginning y’all’s relationship.

- Issho kinda like that really cool granddad that doesn’t even know he’s cool. With him being so strong and all, he’s definitely got a lot of stories and experiences behind him, so hearing all his stories is just so fun to listen to.

- and seeing how you love his stories so much, Issho always loves to drag you on missions he has to go on. Of course within reason, bc he’s not gonna take you on a really dangerous one. But he’ll definitely take you on missions so that you can also experience fights like him.

- he’ll always make up some excuse too like I need her to carry my stuff or something. For how serious this man can be, he can be surprising laid back and almost child-like sometimes, having a very carefree outlook

- in return, there’s not really much you can do. He doesn’t need help with fighting or handling marine business but you always find ways to help. You can always back him up when he fights or just help him organize some files. It’s hard to find things to help with that won’t offend him

- but compared to the other marines, y’all have a pretty close relationship especially for being so different in both age and status, but of course, y’all have grown too close to care at this point. The relationship y’all have is on y’all will keep strong

#one piece #unknownwriting💕#one piece platonic #issho fujitora #issho fujitora x reader #ukai ikkei #ikkei x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu platonic

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forcefully-awoken · 3 years

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ikkei x f! reader

explicit

for my darlingest @bobawithpomegranate

It’s been a while since Ikkei has celebrated Valentine’s Day like this. He’s been alone for more than a few years now, settled into his golden years all by himself.

But as your head bobs up and down his length, he thinks that this might be a better way to celebrate than with a couple beers by himself. You look up at him with wide eyes, pressing your mouth as far down onto his cock as you can, rubbing your tongue on the underside obscenely. His weathered hands grip your hair, tugging you off of him.

“Keep that up and there won’t be a main event,” his tone is just this side of teasing, a little breathy as he tries to control his body. You’re enough to drive a younger man crazy, and Ikkei can’t quite believe he got this lucky with you. He feels a need to prove himself better than any young man you could be spending your time with.

He grips your hips as you straddle his lap. Your cunt is practically dripping all over him, and he’s able to thrust into you easily. He watches your eyes roll back as he stretches you open on him, helping you grind down until he’s hitting your sweet spots. He lets you dictate the pace, trying to ease any lingering worries you might have that he can’t take it.

You fall apart for him easily, a small whimper leaving your lips. Your cunt flutters and contracts around his cock, milking him for all he can give. He holds your trembling body to his chest tightly, hands soothing up and down your back until you move off of him to fall asleep. He watches your steady breathing with a fond smile on his face.

Ikkei may be an old man, but you make him feel young again.

#i would like to apologize for my crimes again shay and also humanity #ikkei ukai x reader #ikkei x reader #ikkei ukai smut

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Tangerine Shrimp

It’s April Fool’s somewhere already, so @sawamooora sweetie, this is for you.

Pairing: Ikkei x Hinata, Ikkei x Reader (one-sided)

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Geriatric Fucking, Old men fuckery, Lee’s infection, Stupidity, Absolute stupidity, This whole thing is a mess

Your friends told you something was seriously wrong with you, never understanding the way your eyes gleamed whenever Ukai Ikkei spared you even just a single grumpy glance as you helped him with maintaining his training camp. They don’t even bother hiding their disgust as you rave on and on about how more pronounced his wrinkles are getting, how you collected his rapidly falling greying hair and plan on making something out of it, how you can’t get enough of the old person smell that permeates around his frailing figure.

But they console themselves with the reassurance that this is all just a joke, maybe a phase at worst, and that you’ll be over your fascination with the old man soon enough.

Except months pass, years pass, and Ikkei is still alive and kicking although much more bald and much less mobile than when he was a young 69 year old, and you are more in love with him than ever before, tirelessly working as his live-in aid.

You silently pray for any hint or sign that your feelings are returned, that he doesn’t just see you as the clingy but helpful wench he refers to you as when he speaks to his grandson.

But despite how you painstakingly haul him to the bathroom, guiding his wrinkly sack of bones onto the toilet seat, setting any pride you have aside as you help him wipe and clean up afterwards. Despite how you attentively change his diapers for him, massage hard and calloused feet, and gently wipe a sponge across his naked weakening body. He barely thanks you, just silently acknowledging you before returning to grumpily bark at the kids he still insists on training.

It’s okay, you convince yourself. The knowledge that there’s no one else warming his bed or sharing his meals soothes you. It’s not a you thing, not personal. He just has a hard time being vulnerable and loving in general. But you can be patient. He’ll eventually at least soften up towards you. And it’s so easy to believe your little fairy tale when it’s just you and him, no one else to distract him, no one else to capture his attention. You almost convince yourself that his gaze is softening when he looks at you, that his tone isn’t as harsh as it used to be.

Almost.

When a certain tangerine shrimp decides to pay a visit to the old man, you realize just how naive and foolish you were.

You know of Hinata Shouyou. It’s hard not to when his name constantly comes up whenever Keishin decides to visit. And you try to hide the scowl that spreads across your face when you see a sparkle in Ikkei’s eyes whenever the brat’s name is mentioned, an excited joyful gaze you’ve never once seen otherwise on that age spot littered face, telling yourself there’s absolutely no reason for you to be upset about some man halfway across the world in Brazil.

Except he’s not in Brazil anymore, apparently, and it takes all your willpower to muster up some semblance of a smile as the orange haired athlete practically skips over to the both of you, politely bowing to you before yapping away like an enthusiastic chihuahua to the old man in your care.

You expect Ikkei to snap at him to shut up, hope for at least an annoyed roll of his eyes. But your heart drops when you see the almost...loving gaze in glassy eyes, the affectionate smile on a weathered face as he intently listens to every word, laughing with glee when Hinata proudly shows him his new MSBY Jackals jersey. And all you can do is dumbly nod, trying to hide your swirling emotions as Ikkei swiftly turns to look at you, telling you to help him plan some Osaka trips so he can see the pro athlete in action soon.

There’s no way...there’s no way it’s anything more than an old man doting on someone akin to his grandson, a teacher fondly looking on a student who's gone on to do great things.

Then why can't you get rid of that sinking feeling of defeat hanging low and heavy in your gut?

You shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be violating your employer's privacy like this. But you can't help yourself, needing proof, validation, any scrap you can work with to reassure you that you're just overthinking things. So you go on, creeping through the house in the middle of the night, heart thundering as you near Ikkei's room, shattering to pieces as you hear high pitched whines and moans the closer and closer you get to the slightly propped open door.

There's still time to go back, pretend you heard nothing, never verify what you know deep in your soul is happening past that wooden wall. But morbid curiosity has you peeking through the doorway crack and you're rooted to the spot, unable to look away as Hinata rides Ikkei's cock, his own shaft swinging with every movement of his powerful thighs as he bounces up and down, moaning like a whore.

The vertically challenged athlete is doing his best to put on a show for the man underneath him (and begrudgingly you have to admit he’s doing a pretty damn good job). Yet it’s the elderly face underneath him that you can’t tear your eyes from and your hand slips underneath the hem of your panties, pupils blown wide with desire as you watch that age spot littered face you’ve come to adore contorting with pleasure, low raspy grunts and wheezing filling the air in between the slapping of skin against skin. And when the old man finally blows his load, your own orgasm crashes over you, although you can’t bask in the afterglow, not when you’re ready to sprint in and rescue Ikkei as the force of his orgasm almost seems like it might kill his aged body.

But you breathe in relief when he seems to come back to his senses, at least enough to bring a bony hand to Hinata’s cock and give it a few shaky light smacks, all he can do in his weakened state, yet more than enough for the pro-athlete to spill his seed all over Ikkei’s torso.

You should leave. You know you should. But you stay frozen in place as Ikkei barks at the younger man to lick him clean, feeling arousal and envy stir inside of you again as Hinata eagerly laps at the sticky essence like an enthusiastic pet, even gently nuzzling the shriveled flaccid cock that had just been inside him in an attempt to work the old useless thing back to life.

But even with all the patience and enthusiasm in the world, there’s only so much Hinata can do against age and biology and he pouts at the still soft length despite all the attention he’s lavished upon it, only to perk up, eyes sparkling, mouth opening in surprise at Ikkei’s next words.

“It’s not going up anytime soon, brat. So just this once, I’ll let you fuck me instead. But you better not get used to it.”

You can’t believe your eyes as Ikkei exhaustedly slumps even further into the soft tempur-pedic mattress, resting his aching body, and with morbid fascination you watch as Hinata carefully spreads the old man’s puckered hole open. One finger becoming two becoming three. But when he brings the tip of his cock to Ikkei’s now fluttering hole, you race away, uncaring of how loudly your pounding footsteps reverberate through the home, frantically shaking your head in denial at seeing how vulnerable and submissive the intimidating man you fantasized so often about could be.

It feels like ages have passed as you curl up on your bed, knees to your chest as you rock back and forth, quivering lips and tiny tears pricking the corner of your eyes as dismay and unrequited love take their toll on you. To think that of all the people in the world, it would be a tangerine shrimp that would steal your man from you. To think that said tangerine shrimp would be allowed to peg the domineering man you respected so much.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and you can feel the rejection fuel you, a determined resolve forming inside of you as you swiftly turn on your phone, searching for orange hair dye, shrimp costumes, and strap on dildos.

If Ikkei wants a tangerine shrimp to fuck him, that’s what you’ll become, that’s what he’ll get.

#tw: lee's infection #haikyuu smut #ikkei x reader #ikkei x hinata

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nerd-of-karasuno · 2 years

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Telling Their Team About Your Relationship Headcannons Part 2

the first post I did of this did really well, so I decided to make a part two with three other Haikyu!! characters! A part three might be coming soon if y'all want to have another one with more characters or I feel like writing . Feel free to request characters for this lil series too! my Haikyu!! masterlist part one

with Nishinoya, Ukai, Oikawa

Nishinoya Yu

The whole team knew he had a crush on you.

He talked about you so much and still does

Noya was very dedicated to Kiyoko when you first met, but it was obvious he cherished you way more.

Noya was very open to Kiyoko about how he felt about her, but he's actually kinda shy towards you because his feelings are more genuine.

But he talks to the team about you all the freaking time.

So they're not surprised when Noya says he asked you out

but a few of them are a little shocked when they hear that you said yes.

Noya wants to introduce you the team immediately.

If you say no at first, he'll be a little sad, but as long as you promise to meet them eventually he'll be okay.

The team is very important to him and he really wants to introduce you to everyone.

You probably already know some of the other second years, mainly Tanaka.

Noya describes each person on the team before you meet them so you get a feeling for their personalities.

Another person you might meet before you officially introduced to the team is Asahi because he and Noya are close.

Noya also mentions to you that as scary and intimidating as Asahi might seem, he's not like that at all and is just a very big soft teddy bear

he doesn't want you to be scared of Asahi as he knows how the first impression of him can be like for some people.

When you finally meet the team, they're very kind and happy to get to know you well- most of them... then there's Tsukki

If you can keep one of their wild children under control, you immediately have approval

but if you're just as wild as Nishinoya, oh man...

I don't know how much more Karasuno can handle

Ukai Keishin

Okay, he went on so many rants to you about how this teacher wanted him to coach volleyball at his old high school lol

so you are very much aware of the Karasuno High School Boys Volleyball team that he finally decided to coach.

Ukai doesn't tell the boys about you, mainly because he's so focused on volleyball during practice.

And even when the boys come through his store, he doesn't find a reason to tell them, so he doesn't.

It's not like he's hiding you from them, but they never ask.

Karasuno probably finds out about you completely by accident.

Daichi decides to treat the boys to meat buns after a really good practice again, so they head down to the store owned by Ukai's family down the street.

Ukai had already headed down there after practice and you were there because you were in the area and wanted to drop by.

The Karasuno boys walked in with really bad timing.

They came in the store right as you kissed Ukai's cheek.

You could hear a pin drop as it took a moment of realization to hit the boys while they were frozen at the door.

Then the chaos erupted.

Nishinoya and Tanaka are freaking out because their coach has a partner- one they find attractive at that.

The third years are a little surprised, but they're happy for their coach.

Daichi tries to keep the two wild ones mentioned above calm with the help of Ennoshita

Sugawara, on the other hand, instead of helping like the vice captain should do, encourages this behavior.

He's really curious about you and starts asking several questions about you and Ukai.

Hinata and Yamaguchi are super flustered because of what they just witnessed.

Tsukishima is standing next to Yamaguchi with a disguised look on his face, wishing he didn't have to see that display of affection.

Kageyama doesn't care. He came for the food and he wants the food.

Ukai eventually gets them all under control and gets all of them to sit down.

If you're okay with it, he allows them to ask a few questions about you and your relationship to satisfy them.

Karasuno loves you so much.

Please come to their practices and games.

Some of them will show off to you.

And some of them not mentioning any of their names tell Ukai that he better not hurt you.

haha that didn't go down well.

Oikawa Toru

it takes Aoba Johsai some time to realize that you're not just one of Oikawa's fans and that Oikawa is very serious about you.

They really weren't to sure how long your relationship was going to last, especially considering that Oikawa's previous relationship didn't end

They really weren't to sure how long your relationship was going to last, especially considering that Oikawa's previous relationship didn't end well.

The first one to meet you is Iwazumi.

He's the one who realizes that Oikawa has genuine feelings for you and that you like him back.

He mentions it to the rest of the team when you and Oikawa were brought up sometime when Oikawa wasn't there.

After you get Iwazumi's approval, the team is pretty supportive of you two even before you meet them and you start dating.

When Oikawa tells the team he's dating someone and says your name, Mattsuni and Makki decide they want to meet you themselves and find you sometime during school.

They end up telling you so many goofy stories about Oikawa.

Oikawa still doesn't know what they told you and he's very concerned about it.

Oikawa invites you to a practice and it's there where you finally get introduced to the team.

The whole team is so sweet to you

but they all have decided on one thing about Oikawa and you

Iwazumi is the one to tell Oikawa that if he hurts you, the team will kick his ass.

They don't care that he is their captain, they really like you and think you're adorable.

Even Kyoutani is in on it mostly because it's iwazumi

In conclusion, Seijoh adores you and if you ever need anything, they got you.

They will fight for you and will tell you all the embarrassing stories they know about your boyfriend

no matter how many times Oikawa tells them to shut up.

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #keishin ukai #ukai ikkei #ukai x reader #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya hcs #noya x y/n #oikawa torū #oikawa headcanons #oikawa fluff #seijoh #tooru oikawa #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!

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sabitosthirst · 3 years

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If you like - Haikyu boys NSFW fluff part 1

✨Part II ✨ Part III ✨

An overview of how I imagine Sugawara, Daichi, Tsukishima, Bokuto Kōtarō, Tetsurō Kuroo, coach Ukai, Oikawa, and Kageyama would … love you.

Technically they’re all born in 94/95/96, so it’s all good baby.

I’m down bad. Send help. This is embarrassing.

I like - Haikyu Boys

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If you like Sugawara ��

Foreplay is his specialty, he takes his time while praising every single thing about you. But don’t let the sweet love making fool you, this man likes to choke you. His pretty girl under his hold giving him sweet teary faces drives him over the edge. He’ll shower you in kisses and make sure he’s so deep in you that you’re convinced he’s trying to get you pregnant. He wants to be daddy so bad. Be sure to play with hair since it helps him fall asleep (always facing you). Before you know it he’s asking if you’re free tomorrow to help him pick out new sheets and blankets since they’ll be yours too *holds your hand* You’re lucky af, bitch.

If you like Tsukishima

You and I both know what he’s packing. This guy knows just what you like and what pushes you to the limit, he’s so observant and figures out quickly how to make you beg for mercy/more. There’s not a single spot on your body he hasn’t touched or know about, he needs to know all of your spots so he can adore you properly. Bonus: when y’all are out he holds you by the back of your neck while his thumb massages you. He’s protective and makes sure everyone knows you’re his.

If you like Daichi aka Daddy Daichi

Prepared to be wrapped in strong arms and have tight grips around your hips. Might leave some marks but that’s okay because those are just reminders of him getting carried away with your fine ass. Of course he feels bad about them, but you always assure him with kisses that you love it. He’s so handsy during sex that you’re always being handled in some way. Your body is worshipped and he’s so in love too. You have him pussy whipped. He’ll even encourage you to leave your toothbrush and the next time you’re over you noticed he bought an extra pillow for you.

If you like Bokuto Kōtarō

He’s going to be big spoon- no objections. From there he likes to assault your neck with his mouth and pin you down. He’ll jack rabbit himself into you till he’s sure you’re having triplets. May leave some marks on your shoulder but it’s perfect because he loves it when you bite back. Your kisses on his neck give him chills that excite him more. You’ll be fine, he gives the best cuddles and has all the fluffy blankets. Has great taste in movies too!

If you like Tetsurō Kuroo

He’s so nice to you. But- be prepared to be tired and sore the next day. You lucky bitch, he puts in work and isn’t satisfied till he sees some legs shake. Will make sure you have some hand prints on your ass to remind you who it belongs to. Demands that you leave your cloths off so he can continue to fuck you with his eyes. His kisses ALWAYS involve tongue and will usually have an arm wrapped around while you both are out and about. Don’t you dare question his love for you.

If you like Coach Keishin Ukai

Let’s face it, we got daddy issues. But this man will make you forget all that when he’s got you panting unrecognizable words and nearly overstimulated. He’s got you elevated in that perfect position to hit that sweet spot. He’s skilled; loves it when you’re riding him and suck on his fingers. Oh yeah, he’ll take care of you. He’s hard working at the core and will actually make a good dad when it comes down to it. He won’t pull out whether you’re prepared or not. You asked if he’s worried about you coming out pregnant, he’s says “if it happens it happens” Sorry not sorry. 9 months of not pulling out here he comes.

If you like Tōru Oikawa

Your taste for Oikawa just exposed you. Don’t be bashful, we see now know you’re a freak and are willing. When things get crazy you’re begging for his tongue and he sucks yours back. He’s got you in a mating press and has a firm grip on your pretty face. A close view of your face while you unravel beneath him is the greatest thing to him. Things alway get too hot for blankets afterwards, so being naked around the place is the norm. When you wake up he’s already making you breakfast. He’s honestly boyfriend material, give him a chance and you’ll see his heart is actually sensitive.

If you like Kageyama

Be prepared to compete for his attention as Hinata is always on his nerves. Actually, there’s no competition. He does his best ignoring Hinata while you tell him to “be nice,” No matter. He’ll hide you two away in some corner to ravage your lips and any part of your skin he can get his mouth on. He LOOVES to eat you out and hold down your legs till HE’S satisfied. He’s meticulous when he’s on top. While you’re enjoying every stroke falling deeper and deeper into bliss, he’s finding that sweet spot. When he finds it, he doesn’t let up till you go limp. He doesn’t like to lose, so seeing you knocked out from satisfaction is a win to him.

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moonshine-dan · 4 years

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ukai sr and cockwarming

Only COWARDS won’t reblog this. Technically... This is a kinktober AND an event post. Enjoy.

“This is a compromise, Ikkei.”

The tv in front of you is on, playing some ancient black and white shogun drama with the volume near zero. You would barely be able to hear it anyways over the rush of air from the AC, trying desperately to make the searing summer heat more bearable.

“Hardly. I’m still getting exactly what I want.”

Ikkei’s hand is gripping your arm, his chin hooked over your shoulder so he can still see the tv. It never ceases to surprise you just how strong his grip is at his age - but by all means you should have, at this stage in your relationship.

“I wouldn’t call this exactly the same as regular sex by any means.” He's sitting on the couch with you on his lap, holding your back to his chest possessively. He’s buried inside of you to the hilt, your thighs resting on his own muscular ones. He may be in amazing shape for a man of 69 years, but Doctor’s orders are Doctor’s orders - He’s not supposed to be doing any strenuous activities, including sex, until he can get a stint put in.

“I’ve got my cock in you as far as it can go. What part of that isn’t sex?”

His other hand slides down your thigh, grabbing you just as tight as the other one was. Ikkei was simple- he loved having you on top of him but still under his control. You wanted to see if maybe you could take a little of that control back.

“Well. For one, usually there's more… movement.” You punctuate the sentence with a series of squeezes, tightening around him. Ikkei groans, thrusting up shallowly at the sudden sensation. You grind down and press your back to his chest, trapping him against the couch. “Like that, exactly. That’s what we can’t do. But -” you bounce slightly, just enough to move you up and down a few scant centimeters - “We can still enjoy this. Ok?”

Ikkei grunts, grip tightening and eyes closed. Hearing the medical advice from you isn’t making him any happier than the first time he heard it, but it seems like he’s taking you seriously now that he’s a little closer to getting what he wants. And shouldn't you be nice to your elders, anyways?

You roll your hips in semicircles, not lifting up this time. The wet friction makes him inhale sharply, muscles tensing but not thrusting. Alright, good. This is still absolutely not what the doctors ordered, but when has he ever done exactly what they say anyway?

“Don’t blame me if you have a heart attack, old man.”

You don't have to crane your head around to see the grin on his face when he answers, "Show your elders a little respect."

#hq x reader #hq smut #hq imagines #ukai x reader #ukai ikkei x reader #hq x y/n #hq x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #ukai ikkei x you #ukai ikkei x y/n #ukai x you #ukai x y/n #ukai ikkei #please act human.#Dan's 500 event #ikkei.thing

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ziinesso · 1 year

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He should have loved you. It would have made beautiful memories. But now, it was too late. Your feelings had died out. Weary of waiting. He should have. He would have prized that memory of a young love at your side. Memories like that would have made him smile. He would have been happier with them. Memories of you. Now, he had no nostalgia to share. You recalled memories he doesn't know. With someone else. Memories of a love that could have been his.

- kishibi (csm) ; rayleigh, shanks (op) ; kakashi (nt) ; ikkei (hq)

#sso.drabble #kishibi x reader #rayleigh x reader #shanks x reader #kakashi x reader #ikkei x reader #csm x reader #one piece x reader #haikyuu x reader

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oki-writes · 3 years

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Summary: The team introduced to each other and team bonding. Anyways is that your baby.

Content Warning: Slight suggestive themes & teen pregnancy

Word count: 1.4K

Chapter 2

3rd person pov.

Walking inside the gym was the new 1st years of the team. All seeming excited to be there. You and Yachi were directing the group where they could drop off their stuff and where to line up at.

After they were lined up Yams decided to introduce himself and explain the first exercise (partners forearm passing drill) they’ll be doing. Everyone got in pairs besides Yachi. She offered to watch Hiroto.

You decided to pair up with Kudo Eito. Basically during the drill the one actually moving will introduce themselves and their grade and position, also what school they went to.

Pairs:

Yamaguchi/Misuki

Tsukishima/Ono

Kageyama/Mori

Hinata/Ando

Sato/Otauka

Kuroo/Kudo

This was the starting line up. After five minutes each they rotated left. It was pretty funny because when the 3rds were paired together...let’s just say things got competitive between them.

If you listened closely you might’ve heard a Boke or King thrown in maybe even a Tsukki. Overall the first exercise was good and you already felt a bond with the new players.

After the 30 mins warm up was done Coach Ukai told everyone to have a 10 min break. Which you decide to use to play around with Hiroto.

Y/n pov.

“Hey Yachi...Hi mama’s baby” you waved at them. You picked up Hiroto and began to walk over to your bag to grab his snacks inside. “Hmmm apples or cereal” A hand reached from behind you and grabbed the apples. “He likes apples better” Tobio whispered in your ear. You quickly nod and walked over to Yachi and started to feed Hiroto his snacks.

Hinata may have came over to grab one or two before Kageyama sent him a death glare for eating his son’s food. Just as Hiroto finished eating the break was over. Surprisingly Coach Ukai wanted to hold Hiroto. He stated that he hasn’t since he was born so who were you to argue about that.

You quickly went over to join the 6 v 6 because of the uneven player. Your team consisted of you, Tobio, Yams, Ono, Mori, and Ando. While everyone else was on the opposite team.

Team’s positions:

Kageyama - setter

Yamaguchi - middle blocker / pinch server

Hinata - ace / middle blocker

Tsukishima - middle blocker

Ono - wing spiker / opposite hitter

Mori - libero

Sato - wing spiker / pinch server

Misuki - opposite hitter / pinch server

Otauka - wing spiker

Kudo - setter / middle blocker

“Tobio you ready to win this” you turn to your baby daddy with an outreach hand. He responded with a handshake and turned to the opposition team. “Ouu we get to play against the queen and king” Tsukki smirked. In turn all you did was smiled and sweetly said “let’s see if the cat will beat the salty crow”. Hinata just fell out laughing.

“Umm Kuroo-senpai what do you mean cat vs. crow?” Misuki asked. “Well if you realized my last name is Kuroo, the same as Kuroo Tesurō. My older brother, even though I’ve always studied here I’m still somewhat considered a cat from Nekoma since I always went to their games in middle school and practiced with them until high school” you stated. “Senpai you’re amazing” all the 1st years cheered.

3rd person pov.

After the little interview everyone got ready. Yachi was keeping score for you guys. Coach Ukai gave little pointers in and there, but mostly observed on the sidelines to see what they needed to work on and whatnot.

Just as you guys were finishing the last set you and Tobio looked at each other and planned your secret attack. Basically you and Kags switch positions (yours being middle blocker). Just as Mori received the ball Kags made it look like he was about to set it ,but you ran behind him and did it instead. He took the opportunity to spike it over the net, confusing everyone and winning the game.

“Babe you finally got it right” you cheered as you jumped on his back. “Boke (y/n) Boke just don’t jump on my back and I’ve always had it” he fused. “Yea Yea whatever you say Tobi”

Just as y/n finished getting down, Ukai came over to y/n with a sleeping Hiroto in his arms. After whispering a quiet thank you, y/n walked over to Kageyama and asked him to hold Hiroto so she could finish cleaning.

“Oi royalty Yams is treating the team to meat buns you guys coming or do you have to take the prince home?” Tsukki questioned. “It’s up to Kags what he wants to do” y/n hummed in response. “We’ll go just give us a minute”. With that Tsukki just nodded and walked outside to probably report to Yams.

Y/n pov.

As we were walking down the sidewalk I got a text from my brother saying he was coming over to hangout. “Tobio onii-chan is coming over to hangout with us”. Kags just look at you meaning okay. “Hey guys we would love to talk with you guys after we get the meat buns ,but my brother is coming over so we have to leave right after.” Everyone responded with an ok.

“Umm Kuroo-san, can I ask a question if it’s not too personal?” Okauka asked. You nodded, telling to ask. “Well is that yours and Kageyama-san son?”

Ohh this is what he wanted to know. “Yea he is, last year I got pregnant and I still stayed in school and had Hiroto in October. After I had him I stayed home for around two months and only went to games to cheer everyone on. I can’t believe it’s been 7 months. Oh please don’t think differently of me for being a teen mom oh and Tobio too” you bowed at the 1st years.

“Oh Kuroo-san no no don’t think that way I just wanted to know and honestly I think that’s amazing you actually stayed in school the whole time. If I was in your shoes I don’t think I would be able to” Okauka said.

Just as he said that you guys reached Coach Ukai’s store. Yams and Tsukki went in while you guys waited outside. “(y/n)-chan come inside I have something Hiroto might like” Coach Ukai popped his hand out. You walked in and saw a bowl of apple yogurt. You thanked him and asked how he knew he liked apples. He responded saying lucky guess.

As you walked out Tobio had your meat bun in a bag with Hiroto in his arms. You grabbed the bag and said goodbye to the team and started to walk to the home you've been staying at for years.

Slowly waking home while eating in silence you turn towards Tobio. “When we get home drop Hiroto off with Tes and come take a shower with me, we both smell and after I just want to go straight asleep.”

“Can we do something while we’re in the shower” he smirked. You softly hit his arm…”no I’m tried first and second my brother there and we’re about to drop Hiroto on him, I don’t think he wants to hear us have shower sex” you looked over to get Kags slightly pouting and muttering under his breath.

“Maybe next time okay” he whole face lit up. After a few more minutes you guys arrived home.

“Hey my favorite young parents and teens.” Tesurō yelled. Both you and Kags looked at each other and got ready. “HERE HAVE HIROTO YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO HANGOUT RIGHT OKAY SO WE ARE GOING TO GO SHOWER AND GO TO SLEEP HAVE FUN WITH HIM LOVE YOU ONII-CHAN”

Tobio already sat Hiroto Tun his crib in the living room and ran upstairs with you. Just as you closed the door Tes yelled “REALLY THAT JUST COLD LEAVING ME HERE YOUR LUCKY I LIKE HIM MORE THAN YOU GUYS”.

Mission complete. Tobio started to run you guys a bath instead. “Tobi you’re not tricking me into having sex, I’m tried that’s final.” You heard me say ‘worth a shot’. You heard the water stop and someone stepping in.

So you walked in closed the bathroom door and let’s just say Tobio might’ve got a little something that night.

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Hola guys...yea I’m so sorry this took ages to update there just been a lot going on and I just have to keep pushing writing this chapter. I’ll try to do better.

Ok Spanish word of the day: manzana (apple)

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uuuuuuh, you can choose this one. Ukai sr. Or his grandson keishin uwu

Let’s do both!!!

Ukai Ikkei and Ukai Keishin - Traditional Japanese Breakfast (Fish, Tamagoyaki, Rice, etc.) 🍱

Ikkei had always adored you as if you were his own daughter/son; you’ve been able to put up with his grumpy nature from the get go, always returning his frowns with a warm smile, and he wanted nothing more than for you to actually become a part of his family.

So he has a plan, under the early rise of the sun, when Keishin finally finishes his task at the farm, Ikkei pretends to walk by on his “morning stroll” and calls out to his grandson to come have some breakfast with him in a huffed voice (He still has to maintain that tough love energy.), knowing full well that by the time they return to his home, it would be right around when you’d come by to help him set up for his youth volleyball lesson.

And he was right, there you are smiling widely with a piece of toast in one hand, and the other tangled in a volleyball net as you awkwardly try to set it up one-handed.

“The net can wait! Come have real breakfast, that toast is not going to be enough.” He says, waving you over to his home, and you complied. Let’s say both you and Keishin were surprised to see a full Japanese Breakfast laid out on the table for you both, and a rather flustered Ikkei seating himself, a little embarrassed that he’s showing affection. “Eat up, kids.”

Guess Ukai Sr. is a lot sweeter than you might think. You spent the morning chit chatting, and definitely swapping contacts with Keishin. 😉

Send me your favorite character, and I will tell you what food you guys will have + under what situation. (Open)

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The Count Of Aoba Johsai: Chapter 4

Chapter 3-Chapter 5

Warnings: Mentions of torture (not graphic), minor-ish character death (sorry if it seems sudden, there’s just not much I could do with it y’know?), ending is kinda crack ngl

~Six Years Later~

It’s been six years since Kunimi was sent to Shiratorizawa. Six years since he’d been outside…six years since he’s seen his Y/n. Everyday was the same, wake up eventually, eat the terrible food they served, and sit and wait for the day to go by. He slumped against the wall, sighing as his eyes closed and his arms came to lay across his knees. He was barely recognizable by this point. He now had long, shaggy and tangled dark brown hair; which was down to his shoulders now. His dark gray brown eyes were lifeless, simply a void of the warmth they held before. His strong sharp jaw was now hidden by a scruffy short beard.

He had just fallen back into self pity when the ground started to shake. Jolting upwards he watched as an old man with messy gray hair erupted from the stone floors. The man looked at Kunimi, and Kunimi looked at the man. Silence lay between the two before he spoke, “Whoops. Wrong way.” Kunimi raised a dark brow, “…Wrong way where…?” The old man pulled himself out of the hole, “Wrong way out of here. I have spent the last few years digging this escape passage, only for it to have been the wrong way.” Kunimi looked at him slightly perplexed. “How do you know it was the wrong way?”

The old man looked at him, “Because if it had been the right way I would have been free by now.” Kunimi’s eyes widened. Freedom. That was a forgotten concept in this place. Aside from the brutish treatment of the prisoners and the sadistic tendencies of the warden, it was a well known fact that those sent to Shiratorizawa never got out. Kunimi scrambled in front of the man. “I was put in here on false charges, I’m innocent! Please, let me help you-“ The old man held a hand up. “What exactly were you put in here for young man.”

Kunimi took in a shaky breath, “I was betrayed by my closest friend…I was a sailor, we had to stop on the island of Karasuno due to our sickly captain. There…Ushijima gave me a letter to deliver to someone…when I returned I was ripped from my home, charged with treason I didn’t commit and thrown in here…Handed to the police on a silver platter by one I considered a brother.”

The old man nodded, “Son, did it ever occur to you to read said letter?” Kunimi looked down, “No…I can’t read…” The old man’s eyes widened, before he closed them, sighing. “Well, I see we have something in common.” Kunimi looked strangely at the man. “You can’t read either?” The man deadpanned, “I can read. I would hope I could, I was a priest after all…I meant being scorned by Ushijima. I was thrown in here by Ushijima himself. I refused to give him the map that led to the treasure of Nekoma, and he had me thrown in here.”

Kunimi’s eyes widened, “The treasure of Nekoma…it’s real?” The old man nodded, “It is. Let us make a deal. In return for helping me dig a new tunnel out of here, I’ll teach you all I know. Be it scholarship, swordsmanship whatever it may be I will teach it to you.” Kunimi looked at the man before nodding, “I accept. Please teach me all you can. Uhm- I never got your name.” The old man smiled, “And I never got yours.” “…Akira Kunimi.” The old man smiled, sticking out a hand for Kunimi to shake. “Ikkei Ukai.”

From that day forward the two spent hours upon hours everyday digging. While they dug Ikkei would test Kunimi on subjects such as economics, literature, mathematics, all subjects really. When they couldn’t dig, they practiced swordsman ship with wooden planks they ripped from the door frame. That was everyday for the next 7 years. This day had gone on like any other. They reviewed material, which was basically all they could do since Kunimi had practically learned it all, refined his swordsmanship and combat skills and continued digging.

Over the years Ikkei had been more than a mentor, but he had also been a friend. A close, honest one which was something Kunimi was in dire need of. Ikkei was also an excellent role model. Despite being wrongfully locked in a prison for 18 years, the man held no resentment. That was not something Kunimi could relate to. If there was one thing that kept him going it was the cold, unrelenting feeling of revenge. Everyday he was pushed forward by the knowledge that someday, he would have his revenge, even if it killed him he would have his retribution.

Currently, the two were digging their way to freedom when “IKKEI!!!” The tunnel ahead had collapsed, causing Ikkei to take the brunt of the blow. Dragging him out of the tunnel, Kunimi laid him on the floor, frantically searching for a way to help the old man. “Akira…” Kunimi continued to try and stop the bleeding, anything to keep the man alive. “AKIRA!” Kunimi, with tears in his eyes stopped to look at the man. Reaching into his shirt’s pocket he pulled out a paper. “..I’m not going to make it…we both know that,” “NO! You can’t die- You- You can’t! I-I’m not ready for you to go!”

The old man’s features softened, “Akira, You are more than ready *cough* if you use what I have taught you, and you use it for good you will go far in life.” He shakily handed Kunimi the paper, “This is the map…the map that leads to the Treasure of Nekoma…use it…for good…Akira…I know…you’re a good…man…Farewell My friend…” With that, his eyes closed, releasing his last breath as Kunimi’s eyes flooded with tears. Shoving the paper into his shirt Kunimi dried his eyes. He was getting out of here. Maybe not through the tunnel. But he would not let Ikkei’s teachings and help go to waste.

“GUARDS!! HE’S DEAD! A MAN IS DEAD COME QUICK!” The door busted open, two guards entering and one having been sent to retrieve the warden. Walking in Semi looked down at the old man, “Hm…I must ask, just exactly how has he ended up in here…when I know for a fact his cell is downstairs?” Kunimi glared at the man, Semi just shrugged. “Oh well, he’s dead now, nothing I can do about it. Guards, give him the bag I don’t care what happens from here, just have him out of here by noon. I don’t need the whole prison smelling like death.” Turning on his polished heel he walked back to his office, leaving a fuming Kunimi alone.

Looking at the body bag, he got an idea….So, that brings us to now, Kunimi is currently being carried by a guard, the guard of course assuming the body in the bag was the old man’s, when in fact it was a limp Kunimi. You may be wondering why the guards hadn’t noticed, well for one the staff of Shiratorizawa was anything but attentive, so when they came in to retrieve the body they were oblivious to the fact the body in the corner was Ikkei’s- not Kunimi’s- and that the body in the bag was Kunimi’s- not Ikkei’s.

Exiting the prison, the guards made their way to the edge of the cliff, Semi not too far behind them. “Well, go ahead, I’d much prefer to get back inside if it’s all the same to y-“ Just as Semi was about to leave Kunimi emerged from the bag, fighting off the guards as he landed a solid punch to Semi’s face. Not wanting to waste anytime Kunimi ran and jumped into the sea below, not hesitating for even a second as he did this.

As soon as he hit the water he fought the waves to make it to the surface, which he did, as he started his journey to the shore. He didn’t know where he was headed, but at this point he didn’t even care. He was going to get back to Marseilles, no matter what it took. He swam. And he swam and he swam under one strong wave pushed him onto the grainy sand. He clawed at it as he dragged himself up the beach, he almost cried, laughed even.

That is until he was blinded by the glint coming from the sword pointed at his head. “Now, now, now. What do we have here~” Rubbing his eyes and pushing his wet hair out of the way, Kunimi looked up to see chocolate brown eyes looking back at him. “Oi! Loserkawa, what is it?!” Kunimi past the brunette to see another man with spikey brown hair and a muscular build making his way to him. “For dramatic purposes I’m going to ignore the insult.”

Rolling his eyes the spikey haired man walked over to Kunimi. “I believe I’ve found a solution to our rather annoying problem.” Kunimi raised his eyebrow, a silent question for the brown haired man. Kneeling down, Oikawa looked at Kunimi with an intense expression. “You see, we’re pirates. We steal, we kill you know the story. Our problem is this fellow,” The man turned to point at another man, a much younger frightened man who couldn’t have been older than Kunimi himself.

“Yuutarou, took more than he was supposed to. Hence, we had no choice but to kill him.” Another pirate came forwards, this one having pinkish brown hair, “I mean, there were plenty of other choices, but you insisted on ‘take him out here and now’-“ The captain scowled, “I don’t need your sass Makki! Anyways~ As much as I would love to spare the young lads life, It would make me look weak as a captain. And seeing as we are pirates we really can’t have that. But now you’re here! And that makes things much more interesting.”

The spikey brunette cocked an eyebrow, crossing his toned arms over his chest. “Do you have a point to your incessant rambling or can I go take a nap?” Oikawa huffed, “Yes, Iwa, there is a point. As I was saying, I think we should have a good old fashioned fight to the death, between our beloved Yuutarou,” Oikawa waved a hand towards the poor shaking man, “And…Uhm…You are…?” Kunimi looked at him, “Akira….Akira Kunimi..”

Oikawa clapped his hands together as he stood up. “Excellent! Well than if Yuutarou wins he can return to the crew. If Akira wins, he can replace him.” Kunimi stood, “What if I don’t want to be a pirate…?” Oikawa shrugged, walking a ways away before he turned, giving Kunimi a stare that shook him to his core, “Then you both die and we’re short a member.” The unique man turned once again and sat down on a sideways log, gesturing for the two men to be brought to the make shift ring. “May the best man win”

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Track 12: She 📼 (repost)

“even when she’s next to me we could not be more far apart”

Kiyoko x reader

She by Dodie

Am I allowed

To look at her like that?

“Y/N,” Sugawara calls.

“Huh?” you snap out of your trance, pulling yourself away from what you were staring at.

“You okay?”

“Mhm. Never better, why?”

“You’ve been lost in thought this whole time.”

“Ah, shit really?”

You were the manager and only manager of Karasuno’s boy’s volleyball team for all three years of high school; that was until you realized you had to find your replacement since you’re graduating. Shimizu Kiyoko, a second-year student, entered your life at just the perfect time, and already, just three weeks in, she was doing a better job than you. As of recently, you’d just been distracted.

“Yeah, you sure you’re okay?” Sugawara asks again.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good, go back to those sets, kid.”

“You got it, L/N!” he nods, giving you a thumbs up before running back on the court.

You can’t stop your eyes from wandering back over to what previously held your attention, who held your attention: Kiyoko, she was undoubtedly the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen, and that was just a little distracting.

Could it be wrong

When she's just so nice to look at?

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep

The team was crammed into a bus, you all had to leave in less than five minutes and the coach has been trying for the past fifteen to get the boys quiet down.

“I’m not going to scream over them,” Ikkei whispers, “the doctor said no stress, I’m not going to scream.”

“Shut up and sit down!” you yell and the boys stop talking, slowly and hesitantly taking their seats.

“Thank you.”

“Yep.”

You find a seat in the back, a row to yourself, that is until, “Y/N-san,” Kiyoko says softly.

“I- hmm?”

“Can I sit with you?”

“Yeah, of course,” you agree and she smiles as sits down.

The bus ride wasn’t long, but Kiyoko was tired and after around ten minutes, you feel her head resting on your shoulder. You’d be mean to shove her head off but you stopped breathing in order to not take in her scent, and if it goes on any longer, you swear you’ll die. Finally, you breathe out, then in correspondingly, breathe in, her included. She smells, she smells kind.

She tastes like apple juice and peach

“What’s this?” you ask as Kiyoko hands you a drink.

“I saw your apple juice got stuck in the vending machine earlier, so I got you one.”

“Why- why would you do that?”

“Why not?” she answers, shrugging.

And she means everything to me

I'd never tell

“Y/N how come you don’t have a boyfriend?” Nishinoya asks.

“How come your receives have been ass this week?”

“Damn Y/N that was cold!” Tanaka hisses.

“Whatever,” you laugh, “but I just, don’t wanna date right now,” you lie.

“Do you like anyone? Give me a chance please!” Nishinoya jokes.

“No, sorry, I don't like anyone.”

No, I'd never say a word

And oh, it aches

“Y/N,” Tanaka calls.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“No, I don’t think you’ll be the ace before Asa-”

“Not that!”

“Oh, then what do you want?”

“Can you ask Kiyoko if she’s single?” he begs.

“Huh?”

“Please! I’ll practice extra hard, I’ll be nice to coach, I’ll-”

“Fine!” you cut off his ramblings, “I’ll ask.”

But it feels oddly good to hurt

And I'll be okay admiring from afar

'Cause even when she's next to me

After winning a game, you and the rest of the third years decided to treat everyone to a movie, Kiyoko, choosing to sit next to you as it was a horror movie and she wanted to be next to someone she trusted.

The film failed to get any sort of reaction out of you but Kiyoko on the other hand, you could see her jumping out of her seat every five minutes, a surprise for such a stoic girl.

No matter how much your hand inched closer and closer towards hers, to calm her down, the two never touched.

We could not be more far apart

And she tastes like birthday cake

“Happy birthday, Y/N-san,” Kiyoko greeted you by handing over a basket full of your favorite snacks in a plastic container, a confetti cupcake in the middle.

“For me?”

“Of course.”

And storytime

“You guys wanna hear how Y/N became the team manager?” the captain asks and all the boys start yelling mixtures of, ‘yes’ and ‘this will be good,’

“Shut up, no one really cares about telling that but you,” you argue.

“We care!” Nishinoya protests.

“I mean important people.” you tease.

“I wanna hear,” Kiyoko whispers to you.

“What?”

“I wanna hear how you became the manager,” she repeats and you quickly turn away from her.

You mumble, “just tell the story before I change my mind.”

And fall

“The leaves are so beautiful,” Kiyoko notes.

“Yeah,” you say, looking at her, “so beautiful.”

But to her,

“Oh hey, Tanaka wants to know if you’re single,” you tell her as the two of you walk home and she bursts out laughing.

“He’s still not over me yet, huh?”

“Guess, not, his persistence is impressive though,” you shrug, biting your tongue.

“Ugh, should I just lie and say I have a boyfriend?”

“You don’t have one?”

“No, I’m just not really interested in dating right now, plus I don’t really like anyone at the moment either.”

“No one,” you ask.

“No one,” she answers.

I taste of nothing at all

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

“This is it,” you announce, handing Kiyoko a large folder and pulling your hand away before your fingers could touch.

“I’m kinda nervous to do this alone.”

“You’ll be great,” you assure her, “besides I taught you well.”

“Thank you, for everything you’ve done.”

“I-”

“Manager picture!” Sugawara yells and one of the boys pulls a camera out of his volleyball bag.

“Why was that-”

“Smile!”

Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture

“You can keep it,” Kiyoko encourages, handing you the picture the two of you just took. “I won’t forget you anyways.”

You smile, pocketing the picture and giving her a hug, whispering “good luck, kid,” before you pull away, leaving with the rest of the third-years.

And she means everything to me

You didn’t keep in contact with Kiyoko after you graduated, well, she tried to contact you, you just didn’t respond. You needed time to get over her, time to heal your broken heart, and eventually, after some time, both happened; and then more. By the time you got the invitation to Kiyoko and Tanaka’s wedding, you had fallen madly in love with the person of your dreams. You RSVP’d.

You were crying happy tears seeing your former underclassmen so joyful and in love. As soon as they were officially wedded, she, for some reason, searched the crowd, until her eyes landed on you, smiling even brighter and giving you a small wave.

She confessed to you later, that she didn’t think you were going to show, but you soothed her saying there was no reality where you’d miss this.

You knew deep down, that even though you were no longer in love with her you will always love her.

“I’m glad you came,” she smiles and you nod.

“Me too.”

Yes, she means everything to me

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Blood and Wine (mafia!Suna Rintaro x reader)

AN// Hey y’all, I’m back! I recently started a grad program, so I’ll be posting when I can. I’ve been so excited to post this story because I feel like I had so much inspiration for it, but I wanted to get a few chapters in so I didn’t have to keep going back to edit the details as I went. I’ll try to update my other story when I get more written, but I’ve been so focused on getting this one up and going. Feel free to message me if you guys want to!

TW// Mention of drugs, some violence and blood, some suggestive language.

WC// 2K+

Chapter 1

He had been watching her closely for a few weeks now, eyes drifting down her neck, her chest, her ass. She drifted through his club, unaware of his predatory gaze looming over her. She had been coming here regularly for a few weeks now and she always played the same game: she’d let a few guys buy her drinks, she’d pretend to drink them, and then she’d slip into the corner to buy drugs before immediately leaving.

He always observed her little ritual, wondering what a girl like her was doing buying drugs, let alone in a club like his. Suna Rintaro, head of the Inarizaki clan and owner of over half of the adult clubs in the city, was intrigued by this pretty little nobody. With just the flick of his wrist he could get anything, or anyone that he wanted. In the beginning, that kind of power was intoxicating. Now, he’s just bored. There’s no fun if there’s no chase, and he’d lost the need to chase anything years ago. She was the first thing to spark his interest in a very long time.

Suna sat above the house in the VIP area and drank up her body, her movements, her sultry smile. She would often flirt with the Johns who were buying her fruity little drinks, but Suna could see the distaste on her face when they would turn away. It gave him a sick sense of pride, knowing that she has rejected every last one of them, a covetous sensation slowly bleeding into his black heart every time he saw her. She gave him a sense of excitement when he watched her, one he hadn’t felt since the other yakuza factions had ended the turf wars and drawn territorial lines for the sake of peace. He had the same feeling when he put a bullet in the brain of Ukai Ikkei, former head of the Black Jackals.

Tonight, Suna saw her walk over to the same corner that she had bought from for the last few nights. She pulled a wad of cash out of her bra and slipped it to the dealer between her index and middle finger. She looks like a pro, he thought with a hint of admiration, but this feeling passed as he cocked his head in her direction, signaling his men. As she slipped the tiny plastic baggie into the same spot she had retrieved her money, Suna could see Miya Atsumu grab her arm and whisper something into her ear.

He rose from the couch and walked to the railing of the platform with his drink. He stood, back to the stairs as he swirled the vodka around in the cup absently. He could hear a small struggle as the twins made their way up to where he was waiting, quiet grunts coming from the struggling girl. No one in the club was paying her any mind, the bass of the music pounding over all other sound. The two men dropped her on the floor behind Suna, and he slowly turned as she stood.

She was just as gorgeous in person as she was from afar. Her slate grey eyes met his cool green ones with anger, challenging him. Her bleached blonde hair was disheveled from the struggle, but it hung around her shoulders and down her back like a cascade. She had a sharp jawline leading down to a slender neck and full breasts, lined by the skin-tight black bodysuit she was wearing. Suna’s eyes devoured her figure, but he kept his expression level.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she spat at him, facing him with no hint of fear in her eyes.

“I could ask you the same question,” he answered flatly.

“I was having a good time until your little goons dragged me up here!”

“Goons?” Atsumu asked, looking at his brother, clearly offended. Suna glanced at him sideways and he shut up again.

His eyes shifted back to the girl. “Don’t lie to me, I know why you come here,” Suna raised his eyebrow expectantly, “Y/n.” Her eyes flashed with a glint of fear, and he could see her façade starting to crack.

“How do you know my name?” she leaned back imperceptibly, subconsciously putting some distance between her and Suna, but she didn’t step back. She glanced around to Suna’s men scattered around the VIP lounge, confusion and suspicion replacing her anger.

Suna turned to the silent twin and gave a slight nod. He turned to leave, and the blonde moved behind Y/n. Soon, Miya Osamu came from the back room, wrestling a scrawny man to the floor. He put his boot on his back and grabbed a fistful of hair to yank his head back to look at the group. The bump of the music in the background was loud enough to drown out the man’s grunts, but the scream ripping from her throat was clear to Suna.

“No!” she tried taking a step toward her brother, but Atsumu grabbed her arms to hold her in place. “Let him go, what are you doing?” She kicked and struggled, but she couldn’t overcome the strength of the blonde twin behind her.

“Calm down, bunny, you’ll ruin that beautiful skin of yours if you keep struggling.” Suna ran the back of his fingers down the soft flesh of her arm and she jerked back away from his touch.

“Don’t you ever call me that,” she threatened darkly. He set his jaw and continued.

Suna began to walk slowly between the two siblings. “Unfortunately, you see, we can’t let him go. The last time we did that, he decided to use his sweet sister to spend my money on my product.” He kneeled down on one knee in front of the man, powerless on the ground. “I can’t have that again.” Suna’s arm wound up behind him and he struck the man in the face, ripping his hair from Osamu’s grasp. Y/n screamed behind him again as he stood slowly, cleaning the blood from his fingers with a handkerchief.

“What do you mean your money?” She looked at Suna with wild eyes. Her chest was heaving from the exertion, and her hair was tossed back over her slender shoulders. Suna walked right up to her, inches from her chest, close enough to notice the heat radiating from her body. He nodded for the second time at Atsumu and he released her arms, but not without her yanking her arm from his grasp.

“Well, bunny, I’m sorry to inform you but your brother here owes me a lot of money. Gambling debts, most likely, but I don’t stick my nose in other people’s financial decisions,” Suna’s eyes glanced at her breasts, again, the small baggie peeking out from under the lining of her bra. He smiled slyly and continued. “However, I had come to collect, and when I confronted him a month ago, he seemingly disappeared. That’s when I noticed a pretty little girl spending time at the bar before buying–” he slipped two fingers into the hem of her shirt and slipped out the baggie of white powder–“drugs.” He waved it a moment in front of her face before sliding it into the breast pocket on his suit. She looked down, avoiding eye contact.

He walked in a semi-circle around her slowly, like a lion toying with its prey, as he continued. “It was quite obvious that someone like you was not deep into hard substances, so you really do stand out when you come back for more. That’s when I did a little digging, and what do I find, but your brother, skipping out on his debts, but still finding enough to ‘buy’ my product.” Suna looked to the side, where the dealer from earlier was hiding in the shadows. He motioned for him to bring over the bundle of cash that she had paid him with earlier.

By this time, the man on the ground had begun to struggle and plead incoherently. The blow to the face had knocked out a front tooth and his check was too swollen to allow him to speak properly. His eye was beginning to darken, but he persisted. Osamu grabbed his hair again and slammed his face into the marble flooring, spattering droplets of red across the beautiful white. Y/n shrieked for him to stop, but her feet were glued to the floor where she stood.

“How much have you paid in the last month?” Suna asked calmly.

“I don’t know, please just stop!” She cried.

“How much?”

“¥170,000,” she said hesitantly.

“¥170,000,” he repeated. He walked up right behind her, leaning over her shoulder to whisper in her ear. “Did you know he owes me over ¥5.5 million?”

A shiver rippled down her spine and tears formed in her eyes, her tough demeanor finally cracking completely. He could see the panic written on her face as he prepared to dispose of her brother. But, he wasn’t a complete monster, despite his reputation, and he turned to Atsumu and ordered him to escort her from the bar while he took care of the dirty work.

“Wait, please, I’ll give you anything!” She turned to face Suna, looking up at him with her shining silver eyes. “Please don’t kill him.” Suna could hear the man groan, Osamu having yanked him up by his hair to a standing position again. Blood had dried on his nose and mouth, and his cheekbone was clearly shattered, leaving his eye to swell shut.

Suna was no stranger to family member’s begging for their loved one’s life, but for some reason he was taken aback by her offer. His eyes darkened, and his voice deepened. “You should be very careful about what you offer to me.”

“Please,” she begged, her eyes pleading with Suna, unaware of the power she was willingly sacrificing to him. He noted the silence emanating from her brother, making no move to protest her bargain.

Suna set his jaw and grinned imperceptibly. His shoulders rolled back, and he towered over the girl. He reached up and grabbed her chin roughly. She winced but held eye contact with the dark figure looming over her.

“Well, then, this is an interesting proposition. Atsumu, what do you think this girl has to offer me that could be worth 5 million?” The blonde shook his head but remained silent. “Osamu?” The silver-headed twin did the same. Her eyes grew more desperate, but never left his.

“I see, well, lucky for you I am more resourceful than these two here. I have an idea of how you can pay your brother’s debts, but first,” Suna’s wrist twisted and he turned her face, so she was looking at her brother. “I want you to look at the man who sold your soul to the devil.”

He could feel her tense in his grip, but she held firm, watching as Osamu dragged her brother into the back alley to beat him again before releasing him. Suna could feel a wetness on his fingers as her tears finally slipped from her beautiful eyes. He turned her to look at him again and released his hold on her.

“Now, here are my terms. I own a burlesque club a few blocks from here. I want you to work for me there for one year. You will live in an apartment of my choosing, with access to an escort at your pleasure. All your needs will be provided. If you skip town, if you miss a shift without approval, if you so much as think about reneging on this deal, I will hunt your brother down and bury him alive. Do you understand me?”

She looked at Suna confused but nodded. He seemed satisfied until she interjected, “Only one year?”

He turned back to look at her. “Only one year,” he confirmed. She seemed to relax a bit, but her tension was still clear.

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch, but you will follow my rules without impunity. You will obey my orders, you will not ask questions, you will not involve authorities with any of my business dealings, and you will not fraternize with any clients.” She closed her mouth and nodded slowly.

“Good, I will send my men to collect your things from your brother’s house and they will meet you at the apartment. Atsumu, if you please.” He signaled Atsumu to walk her back down the stairs and out the front door to the driver waiting outside. Suna, satisfied with his transaction, picked up his glass again and downed the rest before exiting through the back.

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