Omg But Supportive!Iwa Who Loves That You Love Pole, But Puts His Foot Down When He Thinks That You're

offers to put lotion/baby oil/whatever on your legs for you after you shave because he just wants an excuse to feel you up:

iwaizumi, OIKAWA, yaku, fukunaga, ATSUMU, suna, aran, SAEKO, sugawara, futakuchi, KOMORI, tendou, semi, and KONOHA.

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AS HE SHOULD FFS MY MOUTH IS WIDE OPEN AT ANY TIME SIR

suna would make fun of me for being obsessed w him but then threaten to shove his tongue down my throat if another dude makes eyes at me in public smh

THE DILF OSAMU U SENT TO CHICOREEKXKMQLXJDK I AM SCREAMING ON MY KNEESJCOQMXOCK ITS SO GOOD HOLY FICKKSCMLWMZ🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Thanks! It’s based off a real-life experience I’ve had ✌️

promotional illustrations celebrating the release of the new official haikyuu!! illustration book + a bonus christmas-themed sketch from furudate-sensei

"Kenma."

The game buzzes on, the battle music intensifying. The thing his character is facing has changed, taking on its second form as Kenma's character rolls and swings its sword. The man himself is curled into his knees, chest tucked forward in anticipation, like he's about to hop out of his chair.

"Ke-"

"In a second," he cuts you off. His unblinking eyes never leave the screen, peering through his blonde bangs. "I just have to beat this boss."

With a huff, you sink back into your chair.

"Last time you said 'just a second' it took you two days to beat the damn thing," you remind him. "I'm not immortal-- I don't have time to sit around for you."

Frankly, you often forget Kenma is immortal until moments like that. You had always thought that vampires would be menacing or carry some sort of grandeur, but everyone you've met has been so spectacularly normal. Kenma, for instance, seems like every other guy your age: aloof and obsessed with video games.

"Get bitten then," he shrugs. "Kuroo would be happy to."

Your spine trills at the thought of it. When you first met Kuroo, you thought her was odd in the most normal way possible. He was practically nocturnal because he claimed to work remotely overseas, but he still went to bars and played indoor volleyball: average activities for an average man-

Or, that's what you thought, until you learned about the whole vampire thing.

Honestly, it's only made you more attracted to him. The mystery, the danger-- what's not to love? You'd be lying if you said you had never thought of his teeth on you, his hands on your body-

"That's what I wanted to talk about."

Kenma's head whips around. This game doesn't pause; the monster smacks his avatar across the screen.

"You're turning?" His voice is either bright with surprise or shock. You've known Kenma for a while now and you still can't seem to read his motivations. You're not sure why Kuroo incorporated you into the fold of his undead friend group, but here you are, sitting in their living room.

"No, uh-" What you're about to ask suddenly feels silly. "I wanted to... Can I see your teeth?"

Kenma's expression settles and he picks up the controller that you hadn't realized he dropped.

"I died for that?" He flicks the game off. "You could have waited for that. I'll still have teeth in a week."

You have to bit your tongue to stop yourself from losing your mind. Kenma just goes back to gaming, eyes narrowing with effort.

"I could be dead in a week."

"You won't be."

"I could be," you say. "I could have a stroke at any moment."

"You won't." He mashes the buttons extra hard, so hard the plastic creaks. "And if you did, we'd know before you did."

The character dies much earlier than it usually does.

"How would you know if I had a stroke before I did?"

"It smells sour when..." His eyes finally turn your way again. "Whatever. It's fine."

"Fine to touch?" you say.

He beckons you over with a nod of his chin. "Yeah."

Pushing off from your seat, you walk over to where he's sitting. Kenma doesn't bother to stand. He tilts his head back, looking up at you with a slight smile.

Already, you can see them. The sharp, vivid white teeth behind his pale lips. They have the usual shape, but anything uncanny edge makes your skin crawl. It's something you can't quite place, maybe something not there at all.

To get closer, you slide a leg onto his chair, angling yourself over him the best that you can. You're surprised when his hand rests on your thigh for support.

"Don't look so scared," Kenma says, a bit too coy for your liking.

You hadn't realized you'd been making a face at all.

"Just don't bite me."

Kenma opens his mouth and his teeth catch the dim light, strange for how dry his mouth seems to be. His canines are slightly elongated, just a hair more than a usual human. Gingerly, you run your fingers across the front of his teeth, then down to their edges. There's almost a razors edge to them, enough that you can feel the ridges of your fingerprint catching.

"Sharp," you quip. You leave a pause for Kenma to respond, but then you realize he can't, not with his mouth open for you. He just watches you, eyes flickering from one of your eyes to the other.

This isn't intimate, you remind yourself. It's scientific curiosity.

It can't be intimate, because you like Kuroo. Not Kenma. No, you don't like it at all that his hands are around your waist and you're cupping his cheek with your free hand, that his breath somehow smells soothing-

His canines seem longer now. More jagged, sharp. You press the pad of your thumb against it and watch how your skin easily skins in, no resistenxe whatsoever. Then, you pull away. A drop of blood wells up at the spot; there's no pain whatsoever, but the thumb tingles, like menthol and cocaine, riveting and calming all at once.

Kenma leans into the palm of your hand, then cranes his neck ever so slightly to envelop your finger in his lips. It's the most delicate of touches, a ghost of a memory of a kiss, but when he pulls away, crimson has settled into the cracks of his lips.

"Your heart's beating-" his tongue runs over his lower lip. "Really fast."

Kenma pulls you closer, arms now tight around your waist. You don't know when you got so close, when your bodies suddenly were pushed together, but now they are--

and now your finger is in his mouth. The gentle, crushing pressure of suction surprises you, but not more than the desperate whine he makes when blood hits his tongue.

That buzzing had spread up your arm and you can suddenly feel it, feel how your heart runs heavy and fast for him. Kenma's eyes are so lidded, barely open, heavy with want, that you can barely make out how his pupils have narrowed into cat scratch slits.

"Oh," you babble. "Oh, it's--"

"Feels good?" Kenma isn't speaking, but you can hear his voice.

"Y-yeah."

"I can make you feel good." There can't be that much blood from that tiny spot, but Kenma swallows deep as if there is. "Anytime you want."

The plush of his tongue swipes up your digit. Oh, maybe you are bleeding out. Maybe he's killing you. You're hot and cold and weak and strong and, and, and--

"You never have to ask Kuroo for-"

The front door of the apartment slams closed. A familiar set of boisterous laughter echoes through the halls-- Bokuto and Kuroo are hone. When you pull away, Kenma gives no resistance, his eyes still fixated on you.

An unjust guilt rises in your throat. You examine your hand, expecting a torrent of blood, only to be greeted with the smallest blossom on your finger tip.

"Were we supposed to do that?" you whisper.

"It's fine." Kenma adjusts himself in his chair, pulling at his pant legs. "They'll scold me, not you."

That doesn't make you feel better.

"Thanks," you say, awkwardly heading for the door. "For the-- thanks."

"Hey," he's using his real voice this time. You pause, turning back to him to catch his wide, Cheshire grin. "Thanks for the snack."

oh god his hands would be so rough

My piece for the MSBY: Game changer zine 💕

I bet iwa gets stressed out whenever you have a tummy ache and anxiously webMD’s reasons for tummy troubles and works himself into a crazy spiral, meanwhile, you just drank more coffee than usual or smth like that

i heard a/b/o dynamics and i was summoned

alpha!Atsumu, who has dated plenty of pretty omegas. Who's spent heats with girlfriends, hook-ups, and etc. Who loves walking into the room and tasting his partner's arousal in the air already, heady and dizzying. Who loves hunching over his omega partners, dripping with sweat, and watching them whine and sob for his knot, legs opening shamelessly and hips bucking eagerly.

Who has never met an omega quite as sweet as you before. Who smells you before he sees you and nearly chokes on his own tongue, his dick half-hard by the time he manages to actually get a glimpse of you, as you're walking down the street with your work bag slung over your shoulder.

Who immediately asks you to coffee near the MSBY gym, proceeds to fall deliriously in love with you. Who finds himself helplessly endeared by your blushing, your laugher, your big Bambi eyes, and your soft little cry-baby heart. Who listens patiently when you tell him that you'd like to wait until your heat to have sex with him for the first time, his heart squeezing with such affection as you duck your head down and look up at him through your lashes and murmur "I think it'll just be so cute and romantic".

Who thinks he's got this in the bag, when you let him know the week you start to feel a little warmer than usual. Who starts preparing a special go-bag full of your favorite snacks, some of his sweaty tee-shirts, and plenty of gatorade for the both of you to guzzle down between romps. Who knows not to jerk off for a few days leading up to your heat, so he plenty of cum for you. Who imagines how it'll feel when you're crying and cumming beneath him, soft and desperate, begging for your big alpha on top. Who has to squeeze the base of his dick punishingly when he thinks about how wet and creamy your pussy will be, sucking him in all hungry and naughty. Who already has calculated how the next few days will go: you'll probably want to spend the first day necking and kissing, before getting to the main event.

Who realizes that he's COMPLETELY out of his depth when he arrives with some onigiris, his go-bag, and a kiss, only for him to be shoved and roughly man-handled into your best and thoroughly ravished. Who can only gasp and stammer in shock when you tear his pants down and immediately start choking yourself on his dick, like you're going to die if you don't. Who's stammering "d-don't you wanna take it slo—ughnnnnn" when you roll your underwear to the side and promptly sit right down on his dick, your hips rolling so naughty and sinister that Atsumu can literally feel his balls swell up. Who can only moan helplessly, convulsing like you'd milked his entire spirit out of his body, as his eyes roll up to the back of his head when you start cumming on him, growling and purring happily. Who whimpers at the phantom tingle in his dick when you squirm down and coo happily around his knot.

Who can only laugh breathlessly and cover his eyes when you come back to your senses, blush, and apologize profusely for how rough you were. "I know Alphas don't really like rough Omegas," you stammer out, looking very embarrassed, "I'm usually much better about these things—"

Atsumu just wraps his arm around you and kiss you, before laughing again, marveling at how such a sweet thing like you has such a wild animal all up inside of her.

"We've got the next few days for me to do all the driving," Atsumu just grins up at you. "I don't mind it if you wanna take the wheel for a bit."

In the end, he does have to tie you up just so he can hydrate and get something to eat, while you sob and wail and howl like an animal against the headboard, and he's not really sure if his dick will ever recover after that one round where he had your legs twisted up over your head and he started babbling frantically about pups while rutting up inside of you and you started squirting on him, but from the happy and sleepily satisfied smile you give him, Atsumu is sure that he'll figure something out.

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Supportive!Iwa pt 3 because I just came from a great pole class ✌️

Iwa who tags along to one of your classes and is a little flustered when he walks in and everyone is dressed quite comfortably in underwear and booty shorts. He’s nervous about making any of the other women feel uncomfortable, but they all smile at him and wave (you told all your pole girls about him and they’re determined to make sure he has a wonderful class). Curiously follows along as you undress to just some boy shorts and a tank top, wash your hands with dawn soap, and apply your grip to your hands, inner arms, thighs, knees, shins, and feet. Who is fascinated by the pole-assisted stretches, the light core conditioning, and how attentive the teachers are to accommodate for any injuries. Who watches every move demonstrated closely, asking for a break down of the movements. Who has most of the muscles to do the moves, but whose skin isn’t tough enough and he nearly taps out over just the warm up fan kicks. Who can barely stop himself from swearing the first time he tries climbing the pole, and fails, only to watches in awe as you calmly ascend and simply sit, legs tucked neatly. Who finds himself totally gassed only 30 minutes in, his arms and fingers shaking. Who’s a little embarrassed, but pleased when he successfully completes an ugly fireman’s spin and all the girls in the class erupt into loud cheering. Who finds himself talking to the nearby girls, who give him tips about his grip, balance, and momentum. Who watches you twirl around gorgeously with some of the other girls, laughing and encouraging each other. Who leaves class feeling thoroughly worked, but immensely proud of you and all the skill you’ve accumulated. Who goes back home with you, makes you a delicious meal, and reminds himself to make a batch of the old protein muffins he made in college for himself, so you have a nutritious little post-class snack.

Omg the fact that you do pole classes is amazing and so very sexy because your core muscles must be insanely developed??? And I'm v jealous 😭😭 Iwa at a pole class though is so CUTE and adorable like he's sweating and swearing and very red-faced, but he tries so hard!!!!

And the bit about him making food foor after wahhhh please he would?! You know he started bringing them to the class too for you to share with all your friends and! He just!! He's the best!!!