#mattsukawa issei

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Random Haikyuu Prompts that I need the motivation to write

Atsumu carries your stuff, unprompted. Literally will not let you carry so much as a sheet of paper if he's around. It makes him feel needed, useful, even in some small way, to the person he loves.

Matsukawa just has his hands on you all the time. It's like muscle memory for him to have his hand in your back pocket, over your shoulders, looped through your arm; and don't think he's above squeezing or tapping your ass playfully in public.

Oikawa/Hinata being your deskmate at school and filling your notebooks and textbooks with doodles in the edges. The more obvious his feelings become, the cheesier those doodles get, to the point that your notebook edge is now nothing but hearts and cupids and other random lovey-dovey doodles.

Kuroo likes to feed you, has snacks on his person for you at all hours of the day, and there's a variety. He's learned your favourites through observation and trail and error, even brings you whole lunches sometimes. His excuse is that he made too much for himself.

Kenma's a biter. Soft nips to get your attention while you're cuddling or just randomly while you're just existing, he'll bite you pretty hard, it's his way of saying he loves you, the damn cat.

Kageyama gets manicures with you and likes to match with you. He's got no shame, he'll wear any colour you want, pink included, and rock it proudly. His absolute favourite is black though, loves matching black nails with you.

Sunset walks on the beach with Osamu, music playing from a speaker hanging off your wrist, hands swinging between you. That's it, that's the prompt.

Suna keeps an embarrassing picture of you as his lock screen and often lets people steal glances at it, just so he can tell people off if they make fun of you. On his home screen, is a picture of you, dressed to the nines, smiling while looking your absolute best just for him, and that one, no one else gets to see.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #mattsukawa x reader #mattsukawa issei #oikawa torū #oikawa toru fluff #oikawa x reader #hinata shoyo fluff #hinata shoyo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #kenma kuzome #kenma x reader #kenma hcs #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio #osamu miya x reader #osamu x reader #miya osamu #suna rintaro x reader #suna imagines #suna rintarou #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu fluff #prompts #please help me decide what to write

[llightshower]

haikyuu men hair pulling ˃ᴗ˂

pairings: aged up!oikawa/ mattsun x afab!reader

warnings: ( this may not be suitable/ relatable for people with coils/ tight hair textures ) oikawa: petnames (princess & cutie), grinding, riding. mattsun: rough sex, implied punishment, petnames (honey & good girl), teeny tiny sir kink.

oikawa

oikawa sat down and brought your naked body onto his. he slowly let you down on him. before you could fully adjust, oikawa was moving you up and down on his dick. you squirmed and whined, you hands roaming all over his back until you relaxed your nails into his shoulders. once oikawa had stopped you slowly grind on him. your head sank into the crook of his neck

“just like that princess, mhm,” oikawa praised.

you began moving faster and more desperately, one of his hands on your waist but the other moving up to your neck, his soft touch making your body shiver.

you’re movement was interrupted by a harsh tug on your hair, you were forced to remove your head from his neck.

“keep on moving, don’t stop.”

and so you did, oikawas other hand gripping your waist tighter. his cock twitched in you and he let out a grunt. you looked away, squeezing your eyes tight and your nails digging further into his shoulders.

he pulled on your hair once again, a little tighter too, “what’s wrong, cutie, embarrassed? i wanna see the cute face you make when you cum, look at me.”

you opened your eyes and looked at him, trying to keep your eyes open as his dick kept on twitching inside of you.

“mmm, ‘gonna cum,” you whined out.

“me too princess.”

oikawa’s hands ran up to your scalp and he squeezed your hair a little tighter. your hips moved faster and the room was filled with the music of your moans and his grunts.

before you knew it, your cum was mixing together. both of you were trying to regain control of your breath.

“again,” oikawa asked, a weak grin on his face.

mattsun

mattsun pushed you onto the bed, forcing you on all fours. his hands on your hips and, without warning, ramming into you. your back arched and you let out a loud whine.

“fuck, mattsun! mmph-“

he ignored you and kept going. you choked on your saliva, and the bed kept hitting the wall. your elbows were already so close to giving out.

one hand moved from your hip, making his thrusts sloppier and sloppier. he tugged onto your hair, your head bolting up and looking at the headboard.

“you like that honey,” his deep voice sent shivers down your spine.

you couldn’t respond, you were to focused on his rhythm, the way he was right on your sweet spot- but in just a second he stopped.

his dick was still in you and he leaned closer to your head, “I asked a question.”

you nodded, “mmm, yes,” desperately needing him to continue.

“good girl,” he responded and once again went all the way in, your eyes squeezing shut. you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore, your elbows became fully weak and your head sank into the mattress. muffled moans and the squeaking bed filled the room.

mattsun grabbed your hair once more, making your head come up, your loud moans were music to his ears.

“yes, fuck! mattsun im so c-close”

“well you better hold it.”

you felt your knees getting wobbly, how the fuck were you supposed to not cum like this? you couldn’t “hold it.”

and just a moment after, you came all over his cock, disobeying him. he immediately pulled out and flipped you over.

“what did i tell you, honey?”

“to h-hold it..”

“and what did you do?”

your legs squeezed together, cum still dripping out of you.

mattsun shook his head, “what am i going to do with you…”

#haikyuu #mattsun smut #mattsun x reader #mattsukawa issei #mattsukawa x reader #issei smut #haikyuu smut #oikawa headcanons #oikawa scenarios #hq x you #oikawa imagine #toru oikawa x reader #smut #seijoh #aoba johsai

[kiyoors]

baked expectations

warnings: use of drugs (weed), third person's (makki's) pov, i thought this was funny

Makki thinks something is up with Mattsun. Which is kind of a lot to say because almost nothing is ever up with Matskawa. He'd even go as far to say that almost nothing is ever up to bother Matsukawa this long.

"What is it?" He asks his friend, who has been idle for the greater part of the time they've been at this house party. You and Iwaizumi had quickly gone ahead of them, having spotted some of your friends, you'd sprinted off to greet them, a stumbling Hajime in tow.

Makki sloppily dodges a guy who's struggling to open the refrigerator door, probably in search of more beer, as he meets his friend by the kitchen island overlooking the living room.

Mattsun nudges his head in the direction of you and Iwaizumi, both listening to something a very drunk Kindaichi is signaling about.

"There's something going on with those two," is what he finally tells him, taking a hit of his pen before exhaling cannabis scented smoke. Makki blinks at him, and then at his two friends in the living room.

His brain feels fuzzy and some of what mattsun is saying doesn't make sense. "Did they get in a fight?" a new song starts booming from the speakers, and it scratches Makki's brain just right, "they seem pretty alright now." Whatever this is, he's sure it'll be resolved by the end of the night.

But Mattsun's eyes are still focused on you both. "I think they're fucking."

Makki blinks, his reaction a little slow as he looks from Mattsun to the supposed couple in the living room, his mouth slightly agape. You and Hajime do seem a little touchier than normal, he has his arm around you as you laugh a little too much into his personal space, but you're also both drunk, and he knows you both get like this.

"Huh." is what he ultimately responds, still somewhat unconvinced. Mattsun finally turns to look at him, bloodshot eyes meeting his own red ones. He can't help it. He snorts at Mattsuns fucked out face. His friend starts giggling, giggling, too.

"They're in love," is what Mattsun says.

"Yeah, and you're not baked at all," Makki responds, snickering at his friend.

Mattsun has a pleasant look on his face, he smiles at Makki and then again nods his head in your direction.

He looks just in time to see Hajime whisper something into your ear and you nodding and taking his hand, leading him out.

Matsukawa lets out a low whistle behind him as they both watch their friends (who are very much in love) leave the party without so much as saying goodbye.

"Expect a wedding in the next five years," is all Mattsun hums, satisfied.

Makki blinks again, catching the way Hajime lightly smacks your ass right before the door closes behind him, "I think give it three years actually."

#slowly getting back into the writing groove #this was supposed to be something completely different #but idk if i can tackle a smut scene just yet #heeh #Iwaizumi Hajime #iwaizumi haikyuu #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi haijime x reader #iwaizumi drabble #(kinda lol) #mattsukawa issei #hq mattsun #takahiro hanamaki #hq makki #jess writes!☆*:.｡. o

[bobandrews]

sketches based off of posts from @incorrekdthaikyuuandjjk and @akaashiscupofwater

#haikyuu!! #haikyu #hq #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #tsukishima kei #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #mattsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #iwaoi #matsuhana #kagehina #mine #my art #lusarchiv #fanart

[tetsuswhores]

work outfit

multiple characters x reader

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, mentions of oral (m), sexual content, a little pervy character, husband!character.

A/N- reposting again cause tags were being a bitch. Let me know how y'all like it. A main focus of this fic is Iwa-chan cause it's his birthday and happy belated birthday to the love of my life

He loves it when you wear your work outfit. It's not even anything scandalous or "slutty" yet he feels the stir in his pants as you step out of the bedroom. Slack pants adorning your beautiful legs. He can see the little cleavage that peeks out of your shirt that is slightly unbuttoned. Your hair damp from the shower and sticks on your neck and the whole room fills with the dab of the sweet perfume that you just wore. He hugs you from behind, burying his nose on your neck and nipping your skin softly. 

“What are you doi–” your laughter broke into a soft breathy moan as you felt him growing against you, softly grinding his hard crotch against your ass as he walked over to the nearest wall, pressing you against it. Soft whimpers escape your mouth as his hands find the way towards your breasts and squeezes it harshly, crumpling that part of the shirt. But who cares? You look so professional. So gorgeous and so damn sexy. 

Nobody can  fathom that this is the same woman who loudly moans out like a slut as he drills his cock inside your cunt every night. Nobody but he can see your fucked dumb face after he makes you cum for the umpteenth time the same night. No one but he has to know that the woman who is held  in such high esteem in her office gets intoxicated as he fucks her mouth till he’s raw and both are shuddering in overstimulation.

That’s what he loves about you– he loves how you can be extremely professional during the day in your work. The woman whose intellectual mind is beaten by no one. Yet you are the same woman who is fucked dumb every night by your loving husband as he rewards you and your hard work. 

“Princess, you feel so good. f-fuck I’m gonna cum,” He groans out against your neck, snapping his hips against you, right at the spot which was enough to send you to haze.

“ we’re g-gonna be late– fuck!” you squeal out as he hits that one spot that has you cumming in mere seconds. You feel his hands dancing around your body, groping every curve till he reaches for your chin, tilting it up towards him and engulfs your lips. His tongue fights against yours at the same time  he increases his pace down below. 

He snaked his hand down towards your neglected clit. He took the nub between his two fingers, pinching it hard, which was the final blow to you. 

Your body blissfully floating in high and soon enough you feel him spurting his own orgasm inside you with a drawing moan of your name.

You breathe out heavily to regain your composure, feeling his hand caressing you to bring you down from high. The room filled with the smell of sex and of your own perfume, your slacks piled in one corner. He looks at your disheveled state and grins.

“Sorry, princess, you look too irresistible when you get dressed for work.”

IWAIZUMI HAJIME(28) ATHLETIC TRAINER, Bokuto, Tendou, Mattsun (this fucker has a very specific outfit kink i just know), Kuroo (he would ask you to keep his cum the whole day in your panties) , Atsumu, Suna, Daichi

Reblog or I'll shoot you

Thanks for reading

©- tetsuswhores2022 — do not copy, repost my works on any other platform. Please refrain from plagiarizing.

#happy birthday my love #iwaizumi hajime 28 athletic trainer #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo tetsuro smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto x reader smut #bokuto smut #mattsukawa issei #matsukawa smut #matsukawa x reader #tendou x reader #tendou x reader smut #atsumu x reader smut #atsumu smut #suna x reader smut #suna x reader #daichi x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq smut

[v3nusplanetofluv]

*:..｡o○　adventures in co-parenting　○o｡..:*

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a series of stories about a select group of haikyuu characters dealing with co-parenting and lingering feelings. they are all young parents most getting pregnant at the end of high school/ beginning of college (ages 17-20). these stories are mostly set between the ages of 22-24.

enjoy ♥︎

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sakusa; a ballet recital and bouquet of flowers

atsumu; dinner and a doppelgänger

suna; passion fruit and a beach birthday

mattsun; a soccer game and a yellow card

akaashi; menthol cigarettes and a surprise visit

???; sickness and a trip to the emergency room

???; a school field trip and monkey plush

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#haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #hq fanfic #hq imagines #hq hcs #hq x y/n #hq x reader #sakusa x reader #suna x reader #atsumu x reader #akaashi x reader #mattsukawa x reader #sakusa x you #suna x you #atsumu x you #akaashi x you #mattsukawa issei

[splitontendo]

pairing: hanamaki takahiro x f!reader

synopsis: having no money and the worst job leads you to dark places, answering a strangers roommate ad. leading you to meet the roommate from hell, who happens to have the solution to your problems and isn’t too bad at giving head.

02| piss baby

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fun facts!

iwa’s & oikawa are ‘secretly’ hooking up. everybody knows.

issei worked really hard on that ad <3

please give makki a chance!! he’s just being a piss baby rn <,3 angry men fjajdjajsj

#🎀maybe baby #haikyuu #haikyuu smau #haikyuu texts #hq smau #hq #hq texts #haikyuu social media au #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu crack #haikyuu hanamaki #hanamaki takahiro #haikyuu mattsun #mattsukawa issei #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa toru #haikyuu iwaizumi #hajime iwaizumi

[admiringlove]

[16:53] . . .

fuck, fuck, fuck.

mattsukawa hates hanamaki with everything in his being at this moment. he should have never trusted him with the information in the first place, but he did anyway. he could strangle makki right about now. if murder was legal, he'd be punching his own childhood friend to death.

last week, when he went out drinking late, mattsukawa issei told his best friend that he was irrevocably in love with you. that he had loved you ever since senior year of high school, and you were the reason why all his relationships kept failing.

"dude, what the fuck?" hiro had asked, putting his drink down, "you're telling me that you've been in love with them all this time and that's why your relationships don't work out? what about nami? i thought you genuinely liked her."

"there's a difference between like and love, you know," issei had replied, sipping his beer. he now wishes he hadn't. because after he entrusted that information to hiro—that scheming conniving absolute rat bastard had gone and told you everything. every single thing mattsukawa had said in drunken stupor but also in complete confidence was revealed to you.

you, his other best friend that couldn't make it to the bar that night because of some emergency at work. you, the best friend that he's been in love with for the last five years, and hasn't said a word about it because of how scared his own feelings make him.

he saw you just now. and you spotted him too. he was at the mall, and coincidentally, there you were. with makki by your side.

god, how issei wanted to punch that idiot. he could see hanamaki's lips turn into a smirk as he pointed him out to you. and you waved, smiling.

now, what could poor old issei do? the only thing that came into his mind was to run. and so that's what he did. he turned, and he kept walking. he didn't stop until he's in the parking lot, unlocking his car and forgetting about the shoes he wanted to buy today. he's opening the door as he hears your voice, "issei, wait!"

he doesn't want to listen. he really doesn't. but his stupid heart stops him from getting in his car and driving away. his heart stops him from cutting you out of his life entirely, and he's way too scared of what's about to happen.

you walk faster. and faster. and faster, until you're basically running. as soon as you reach him, you're jumping into his arms. wrapping yourself around his torso, as you bury your face into his shirt, you mumble, "i missed you, dumbass."

he chuckles lightly, because that's all he can muster right now. his leather jacket feels heavy on him all of a sudden, and unexpectedly, there's dark splotches of tears where your face had been moments ago. you're looking up at him now, and he can see the stains on his own shirt.

"you're... crying," he says, "what happened? are you okay?"

"are you?" you raise an eyebrow up at him. you pull yourself away from him, before shoving him, "what gave you the right to ignore me, huh?"

"hey, slow down-"

you shove him again. and again. and you continue pushing at his chest, "do you know how worried i was? do you have no concern for people that love you? for people that care about you more than anything else in the world? huh? are you that stupid? you idiot, do you know how scared i was that i had done something wrong?"

"wait, slow down for a second-"

"you hate hiro right now, but do you even know why he told me?" you slow down now, looking down at your shoes, "i've liked you since freshman year, a-and hiro was the only person that knew. well, oikawa found out after senior year ended but then he left the country so i wasn't really worried that he'd tell someone—pfft, like anyone would believe that idiot, anyway. but the point is, i like you. wait no, i love you. i really, really, love you. and, yeah. that's it."

mattsukawa blinks slowly, as if processing the information like an old machine from the seventies. you look up now, your eyes slightly glossy. your voice croaks as you point back with your thumb, "y'know what, i'm gonna head back now- mmph!"

issei does it. he kisses you. he cups your cheek, dips his head and kisses you with so much passion that he feels like he's grown wings. he feels like he's going to fly around; all the excitement, all the pining has led to this moment and he's never felt this way before. kissing someone had always felt like a chore to him—until today. your lips taste different, almost dreamlike. he can taste the coconut lipbalm you use. he smiles into the kiss as his back hits his car, and he pulls you in tightly.

"holy shit, i've been waiting to do that for five years," he grins, pulling away. you smirk at him, "i win. seven years."

"are you sure you didn't lose? loving me longer means you lost, you're a simp," he says, sarcasm laced with his tone.

you're about to reply with your own snarky comment, but just then, the two of you are interrupted by a familiar voice, "oh my god, it worked!"

takahiro stands at the parking lot entrance, his hands up in excitement as he first bumps the air. he whoops, before yelling, "i finally don't have to listen to the two of you simp for each other anymore!"

issei looks back at you, meeting your gaze, "you think he still deserves to be beat up?"

"i mean," you grin like the cheshire cat, "why not?"

© all works belong to admiringlove on tumblr. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

#haikyuu angst #mattsukawa issei #matsukawa issei x reader #mattsukawa issei x reader #mattsun x reader #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa headcanons #mattsukawa x reader #haikyuu matsukawa #mattsukawa angst #matsukawa angst #matsukawa drabble #hq matsukawa #haikyuu fluff

[youmarin]

I Don't Like You | Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader!

Word count: 5,462

Relationships: Hanamaki Takahiro x reader (enemies to...) Oikawa Tooru x reader, Iwaizumi Hajime x reader and Matsukawa Issei x reader (all platonic)

Another day, another class, another occasion for Hanamaki Takahiro to disrupt it with the ruckus he and his best friend Matsukawa had going on at the back of the classroom. You rolled your eyes. 

You’ve known the strawberry blonde ever since middle school. He was slightly popular with being on the volleyball team and everyone saw some sort of charisma in him that you failed to appreciate. To you, he was just a class clown who liked attention. An insufferable, dumb jock. 

Then you were first year highschoolers. You almost cried while you read the lists of your assigned homerooms when you stumbled upon his name. One thing was just bearing with him in the hallways, but now he was your classmate? 

“Sorry, my bad. Dude, stop fucking pushing me.” He absentmindedly apologized to you as his dark haired friend nudged him to make way to the front line before the bulletin board. 

“How?” You heard Iwaizumi exclaim. 

“Did you two bribe the principal or something?” Oikawa chuckled. “How is it that you ended up in the advanced courses?”

“What? What are you talking about? We wouldn’t be so dumb to do that.” 

“Well, apparently you aren’t as dumb as to not make it into first class.” 

“No wonder we couldn’t find ourselves anywhere else.” 

“I heard the advanced English teacher is hell.” some other student said, and they picked it up. 

“Oi, is that true?” Matsukawa asked warily.

“A lot of people have said that. They said a lot of upperclassmen used to complain about her.”

“But-But these are optional right? You can change to regular classes if you don’t like where they placed you.” Hanamaki asked not so confident.

“Sure. But you can validate these as college courses. If you plan to go.” Hajime explained. “You should give it a try either way.” 

“If by midterms you’re failing you could switch up. Or find a tutor.” Oikawa advised. 

“How is it that you’ve been in advanced courses all this time? Honestly, I never saw you as the smart type outside of a volleyball court.” Oikawa was triggered and offended, to say the least. 

“FYI, I’m very smart. Also I work hard and that pays off.” He adjusted his glasses.

“And y/n has saved his ass countless times.” Added Iwaizumi knowingly. 

“Y/n?” Hanamaki asked curiously, “That name rings a bell. Is it that nerdy girl with glasses who makes out everyone else is stupid and thinks she’s hot shit?” 

“No. How dare you confuse my sweet y/n with that meanie. She’s bitter because y/n always beats her and is first in our class. Wait, there she is. Y/n-chan!” Oikawa called out to you and Hanamaki followed his gaze ‘til he met a girl: average height, long, wavy black hair, cinnamon kissed skin, full lips, small nose and dark eyes. You smiled at Oikawa and at Iwaizumi who was by his side. But when your eyes landed on him and Mattsun you became serious. 

“Huh. Smart, pretty too. But, ” Matsukawa said, looking at you as you made your way over to them. “she looks quite scary.” 

“She can be.” Iwaizumi agreed, “but she’s good.” 

“How is a shrimp scary?” Hanamaki snorted, making fun of his friends.

“Who are you calling shrimp, My Melody?” you bit back. 

“Oh.”  Yeah, Mattsun still found you scary.

“Just so you know, that’s a compliment.” He smirked at you. “Bad bitches look good in pink.” 

“Okaaay off to a rough start I see.” Oikawa made a survey of the situation. “Y/n, you’re making me look bad.” 

“Huh, I thought that was just how you looked.” Iwaizumi pondered, making you laugh. Okay, she laughs, Makki thought.

Oikawa glared at his spiky haired best friend “Whatever.” He plastered a smile on his face addressing you, “I wanted to officially present to you some new classmates.” He gestured towards the duo, “Meet-“

“Hanamaki Takahiro.” He cut Oikawa off. 

“Matsukawa Issei.” followed the tall, black haired boy, throwing an arm over the former’s shoulders. 

“Oh I know you two.” 

“Keeping tabs about us?” 

“Rather staying clear of you.” 

“Tōru, I think your friend chose to be sour today.” 

“I… Hope we can get along. Someday.” Matsukawa said awkwardly. 

Back to the present, you were now in your last semester as second years and to your surprise he’d managed to stay in the group - barely making it yet somehow- and you still thought the same way about him. 

“Is there something you two want to share with the class, Mr. Hanamaki and Mr. Matsukawa?” 

“Uh, not really, sir. You see, this is a private conversation.” Takahiro answered, gesturing between Mattsun and himself.

“Then why don’t you take your private conversation to somewhere more private, like the principal’s office?” The teacher said.

“I wouldn’t want to bother the principal, sir.” You noticed how the rest of the class held back their smiles. Your teacher sighed, asking for patience from the heavens to deal with a brat. 

“Alright. I'll humor you too. In fact, class, thanks to Hanamaki you’re all to hand over the exercises from pages 67 to 72 in their entirety. They’ll be part of your grade for a surprise test.” If anyone had a trace of a smile on their face it had vanished now, and the entire class erupted in complaints, some throwing nasty looks at the culprit, remarkably his other two friends. Iwaizumi and Oikawa turned on their seats and muttered something to him. 

“Nice job, dumbass.” 

You gathered your things when the teacher dismissed the class. In fact, you just had to review your notes and the material from your textbook. You had already done the exercises from the workbook in advance, given that March was approaching and with it your finals. You had tons of homework assigned already, and you didn’t like to pile them up. 

“Y/n-chan.” You heard his singsong voice. Almost everyone had left the room besides the four volleyball team players and you. The teacher had held Makki and Matssun back to reprimand them. 

“Let me guess. You want the answers to the exercises.” You told Oikawa knowingly. 

“I don’t think the answers will be enough.”  Oikawa grimaced. “I would like to understand what he’s talking about if he’s going to make us pass a test.” 

You smiled a bit amused, “So, study session?” 

“Of course! Have I told you you’re an angel? 

“Yes, you have. Every time you use flattery to make up for what you asked.” Iwaizumi looked at him disgustingly. 

“I don’t know, she seems more like a demon to me.”  Hanamaki shared as he walked over to the rest of you, Matsukawa following him. 

You glared at him before dismissing his comment and addressing Iwaizumi, “You’re joining?” 

“Uh- Sure. I could use a little help too.” He gave you a small smile, feeling a little embarrassed. 

“Oh you’re making a study group?” Mattsun asked, interested. Makki wished he could take back his latest comment. While Oikawa saw the opportunity and grasped it. Hajime saw his intentions clear in the brunette’s eyes. 

‘Oh, yes! It’s perfect. Why don’t we all study together?” He suggested. It was a great plan where you could sort things out with both class and Hanamaki. It was hard for him that his friends didn’t get along -for whatever the reason was- when you spent most of your days together during class and rather often outside. He could try to make Makki be a little gentler with you and if he managed to convince Hajime to do the same with you he was sure it’ll work out. 

“Uh I don’t know…” you looked over indiscreetly at Hanamaki. 

Makki was about to respond “Wait. Me? With you?” He made a face. As much as he could use your help he’d rather die on the spot than asking you. But Tooru kicked him slightly, making him yelp in surprise, stopping him from finishing whatever he planned to say. “Okay, okay. If you don’t mind.” He muttered throwing foul looks at Oikawa. 

It was Monday, the volleyball club’s day of rest, so the group walked together straight to your house when school was over. You walked ahead with Iwaizumi, the air still cold in the mid February twilight. Your cheeks were turning slightly rosy, and you could see your breath when you exhaled. You wished you had brought your scarf. 

As you all agreed to stop at a coffee shop, Oikawa threw a look at Makki and gestured something before he left with Hajime to order. He didn’t understand what the former wanted, “What?” he mouthed.

Tooru almost groaned. This is why girls say chivalry is dead. 

Matsukawa picked up the message instead. “Here.” He said, getting your attention. Taking off his black scarf, he didn’t lose time to gently place it around your neck, not giving you any time to protest nor reject his gesture. 

“Thanks.” You welcomed in the warmth the soft fabric brought, and Mattsun took that as a win. Sure, he’d felt that during the past months you had at least become acquaintances and had been polite to each other. Things between you weren’t as hostile as when it came to Hanamaki, who finally rolled his eyes as he understood what the brunette meant. He’d lost the opportunity. Mattsun gave him a sorry look, but soon Makki brushed it off. Why did he have to be nice to you when you were the one who acted like you had a stick up your ass every time you were around him? He never did anything to you. 

“We’’ll go to my room so as not to disrupt my parents.”  

“Is your mom home? I'd like to greet her.” Your mom had already met Oikawa by the countless times he’d been over. She loved him and needless to say she would plan your wedding if you so much as told her you liked him. But to her dismay you were just friends. Your dad didn’t like him though. He said pretty boys like him must be looking to break your heart. Also Tooru was scared of him. 

“She’ll be here later.” You told him as you guided them through the hallway and to your room. 

“Would like to know where she gets her attitude from.” Makki said under his breath. 

“Oikawa would say from his dad because he doesn’t like him.” Hajime confided and they snickered, making fun of the brunette. 

Tooru sneezed, then turned to both of them at the same time you did, “What are you two going on about?” 

“Nothing.” 

You had gone out of the room for a moment, telling the boys to make themselves comfortable, feeling a little mortified to let into your house and into your room a boy you supposedly hated his guts. 

Oikawa jumped in your bed while Iwaizumi got your desk chair, and Mattsun sat on a bean bag chair on the floor. Hanamaki inspected your room, seeing several posters of your favorite musicians, a CD player laying on your bed that Oikawaa had grabbed, bookshelves, drawings on top of your desk, pictures - Mostly of landscapes but there were also family pictures . He recognized you with Iwaizumi and Tooru on a couple -, some paintings on the wall and some on the floor waiting to be hanged. 

“It’s a nice bedroom.” he commented, and everything was going fine, until he opened his mouth again, “I remember this girl that took me over to her place and she had this collection of creepy porcelain dolls on one big shelf that covered the wall opposite her bed. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get i-”

“Okay,” you came back in time to cut him off, carrying another bean bag chair in for him, “Thanks for the compliment on my room but I don’t need to hear that.” 

“Right. Sorry. Forgot you probably have never gotten laid, or either kissed someone.” 

“Ugh, Makki, please shut the fuck up.” Oikawa shook his head and Hajime brushed a hand down his face. He was unbelievable. 

“Not that is any of your business, but I do have kissed someone.” You said calmly as you took your notebooks out of your bag and sat next to Oikawa. 

“That’s a shocker. Who?” He said, plopping down on the chair as he finished his tea. 

“Why do you care?” You raised a brow and Oikawa smiled down at his hands. In any other moment he would be harassing you about the subject in question to know but he was being real quiet. 

“I don’t but since you’re dropping information like that you could just share the whole thing.” He shrugged. “Does he go to Seijoh too?” 

“Yes.” 

“And?” 

“And what?” 

He smirked, as if realizing something, “Nah, wait. Bet it was some weird ugly ass kid and that’s why you don’t want to tell.” 

Now if he wasn’t able to speak, you four would’ve witnessed a miracle that evening, “Excuse you?! Who the hell you dare call ugly. If I may say I’m the prettiest male in the room.” Oikawa came clean and you smacked him right in his chest so hard he lost his breath for a moment. 

“Oh great.” you muttered, a hand covering your face. 

“No fucking way.” Makki started with a chuckle, staring at Oikawa incredulously.

“You didn’t know?!” Mattsun asked Iwaizumi given his expression.

 Hajime shook his head, “No wonder you weren’t curious.” 

“Really? This guy?” Matsukawa continued. 

“What does that mean?” Oikawa whined. 

“Fine. We were in middle school and were what? 15?” 

“Yeah I had just turned 15. And you were still 13.” Oikawa smiled as he recalled. 

“So you dated?” 

“Not really. We’ve always been good friends. It just happened, everyone was doing it and we wanted to know what it was like.” 

“We just figured at that moment that if we wanted to have our first kiss there wasn’t anyone better than us.” You chuckled, flustered. It was a little embarrassing, and you basically had forgotten what led you to this conversation. 

“Wait, so,” Hanamaki kept in interrogation mode, “you haven’t kissed anyone else since him?” 

“No.” you shook your head, “What are we doing? What am I doing? Grab your notes and let’s start studying.”

*

Spring brought new beginnings, a gentler breeze, slowly beginning to bid farewell to winter with soft sunny days and much livelier nights. 

Your eyes captured the pretty pink veil made out of cherry blossom trees, which flowers rained down as their branches danced with the gusts of wind. It was very romantic walking under the pink snow. 

Hanamaki was walking to school that morning when he saw you as he turned in the curve and got to the main road. He didn’t live far from your house, so sometimes - when he wasn’t late- he saw you. The couple of times you’d noticed him, you’d just nodded in acknowledgment and continued your way, walking with him just a few steps back. He wondered if he should greet you. Thinking about that time at your house it wasn’t that bad between you two. Hopefully you might think the same. 

He debated with himself and at the end chose to go for it, words dying in his mouth when he saw you stop to take pictures. Makki wondered how many cherry blossoms were in your camera roll by now. He waited as to not interrupt you, and that’s when it happened. He saw you slip as you were about to resume walking, and before he knew it he was running to catch you, under the risk of slipping on the blossoms himself and breaking something. 

You had screamed and closed your eyes tightly, accepting your fate, but the fall didn’t come. Instead, you felt a pair of arms engulfing you in a secure grip. You opened one of your eyes and were met with a worried Hanamaki looking down on you. “You okay?”  Having not recovered your speech yet, you nodded hastily. Then, grinning, “Falling for me?” 

“Shut up.” There it was. “Going to help me stand up?” you shrieked as he made it to let go of you while he laughed. 

“You really thought I would drop you after all?” Some of the flowers had gotten on his hair. He did as you said when you just remained silent looking up at him and his smile, and got you back on both feet safely. 

 “You could’ve hurt yourself.” You said, avoiding looking at him. 

“So you mean to say I was supposed to let you fall?”  you shrugged and he scoffed. Makki took a look at you: your hair had gotten a bit messier, hands buried in the pockets of your jacket, expression serious and rosy cheeks. He wouldn’t lie, he thought you looked cute. “Or by any chance you’re worrying about me?” 

“I’m not.” you quickly protested, frowning. “But I don’t want to be the reason you miss volleyball club.” 

“Of course. It’s just that.” He raised a brow, amused as you nodded along. You still weren’t looking at him. “A “thank you” would’ve been enough for me.” 

“Thanks.” 

“You’re very welcome.” he smiled, pleased, but it quickly vanished as you turned to keep walking. “Wait, hey- Wait up!” He hurried to fall into step with you, careful not to slip, “We can walk to school together since we’re here.” 

“No, thanks.” you spoke back to him.

“I thought we just had a moment back there.” he gave you a side look. “And back at your house you had to admit it wasn’t so bad.” 

“Yeah, after I cut you off before you could talk about sex.” 

“Jealous?” 

“Ugh, this is what I’m talking about.” you stopped and turned to him, irritation clear on your voice and in your features. “You’re so unserious. “I’ll be surprised if you actually cared about something.” 

A look crossed his eyes you couldn’t quite grasp. Did it actually hurt him what you said? No, whatever you said couldn’t possibly matter to him. You continued walking, thinking he wouldn’t say anything but then he spoke up, “Okay, you can think whatever you want. Even if you barely know me.” 

When you reached the school gates, he spoke up again, “Honestly, I think you could be nice. Maybe if you weren’t so worried about everything and guarded all the time… I don’t know. I think you could use some unseriousness.” Then he went ahead, leaving you to take a deep breath to get your cool back and reflect on what he had just said. 

Maybe… Maybe you’ve gone a little too far. 

*

 It was the day of the opening ceremony and you were about to begin your last year of high school. 

“Oi! Sour Patch kid.” You heard him call you by that nickname he’d picked for you. Makki was waiting for you at the entrance of the hall. Ever since that conversation you had, your behaviour around him had improved. He wondered if it had something to do with whatever he might’ve said - he’d forgotten most of it by now-. But he wasn’t complaining, and neither were the rest of the boys. At least now you could stand in a room without throwing comments at each other. It was a sort of silent truce. 

“Where are the others?” You asked, looking around for them. Still, it felt awkward to be left alone with him.  

“Oikawa was held back somewhere by a bunch of girls and Hajime went to the rescue. Mattsun is saving our seats.” You nodded.

“They let you inside like that?” You signaled. 

“Oh. That. We avoid the principal and the teachers.” He shrugged. He gave a step back and threw his hands up as you stepped over to him. “Woah, what the hell are you doing?” 

“You could at least button up your shirt.” You started to fix it up for him under his nervous gaze. “And where is your tie?” 

“I didn’t- I didn’t bring one.” He stuttered an answer and you shook your head. 

You fixed his collar without it. “There. Looks much better now at least.” You smiled, satisfied with your work, until you looked up at him. He was staring at you intently. You hadn’t removed your hands from his shoulders. 

“Sorry for being late!” Oikawa shouted and sighed as if he had been running for miles, breaking whatever spell you had fallen under and startling you both, “What were you two doing?” 

“Waiting for you. What else?” You crossed your arms defensively.

“Did our homeroom teacher see you?” Iwaizumi said to Makki and snorted. “You look like a model student for once.” 

When you three walked inside, Mattsun waved you over. “Makki, you look… pink. And I’m not talking about your hair.” He spoke to his best friend who was blushing furiously. 

*

One of your new teachers had thought that by moving Makki to another seat far from Mattsun or the other boys she was doing something. What she didn’t know was that the strawberry blonde was capable of making conversation with almost anyone. 

“From now on you’ll sit next to y/n.”  Your eyes widened and you gave her a pleading look. She glanced at you understandingly yet you could see her asking for your cooperation. Mattsun looked dramatically devastated as Hanamaki grabbed his stuff and switched places with the boy beside you. Iwaizumi and Tooru looked at each other. Things were either very convenient or about to go to hell. 

“Hello, partner.” He smiled at you while you merely gave him a look before turning your attention back to the lecture as the teacher took over where she had left. Hanamaki then attempted to start a conversation with the guys sitting behind you, yet they seemed a little apathetic. Turning to his side, his intentions were quickly discarded. No way in hell he was speaking to that Yui girl. So he propped his head in his hand as he tried to keep his attention on what the teacher was saying. 

After she gave the instructions for the day’s class work, you started to complete it diligently. By your side, Makki looked over at the board, then back to his notebook, turning his pencil on his hand and back again. To be honest, he had no clue about what he was supposed to do, yet he gave it a go. You threw glances now and then to your right, and seeing him erase something for nearly like the tenth time, you spoke, “Do you need help?” Iwaizumi perked up at the sound of your voice and nudged Oikawa, pointing towards you two. 

“Me? No. I’’m doing great. Easy.”  Oikawa smacked himself on the face. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, just… Peachy.” 

“Okay.” You went back to your notebook. Glancing around as lost as he was, he looked back again: notebook, board, you. 

He sighed, “Okay, I lied.” he admitted, “ I could use a little help.”  

You did the rest of the work together while you explained it to him. Makki swore no one had ever explained to him something as easy as you made it seem. Every day during that class you two worked seamlessly together, and needless to say everyone was surprised, and each time Hanamaki caught himself staring at you more. Noticing your small smiles, the small frown etched on your face as you focused, how you pushed your hair back from falling over your notebook until you gave up and tied it up in a messy bun instead, how you explained the things he didn’t understand. 

One day during practice, Mattsun caught him staring at you while you chatted with Oikawa sitting on the benches. The setter had sprained his ankle and was out until he recovered. They had a practice match soon, so his mood wasn’t the best, but you keeping him company kept his thoughts from spiraling. He laughed at something you said, making you smile. 

“You think Oikawa might like y/n?” Makki found himself asking as they practiced underhand passes. 

Hajime, who had paired with Kyōtani and was beside them, snorted, “He’s simping over his girlfriend so that’s out of the question.” 

“Didn’t they break up?” Mattsun asked. 

“Almost. They’ve been arguing a lot lately.” Iwaizumi clarified, then turned to Makki, “Why do you ask anyway?” 

“Unbelievable.” Matsukawa let the ball drop, “You like her.” 

“Doesn’t she hate him?” Kyōtani brought up and the trio stared at him. 

“Of course I don’t. That's ridiculous.” He brushed Matsukawa’s statement off as if it was the most absurd thing he’d ever heard. “And you,” he pointed at Kentarō, “are wrong. We hate each other.” 

“Oi! I’m still here and watching you all. Why are you stopping? Quit gossiping and get back to practice!” The captain yelled at them. “We have to crush Karasuno with or without me. But hopefully with me.”  You shook your head as he smiled, pleased with simply the idea. 

“Hate each other my ass.” Matsukawa called him out, “You’re always searching for her.” 

“That’s not true.” 

“So you fell for her but she hates you?” 

“Shut the fuck up, Kyōtani.” 

“What if I don’t?” 

“Well things have gotten better between you two but I can’t say from her part.” Iwaizumi thought. 

“Y/n/n,” Oikawa started, his demeanor changing all of a sudden, “Do you think I’m a shitty person?” 

“What? Of course not!” you laughed, yet you were confused, “What made you even think that?” 

“I don’t know.” He was looking down, fidgeting with his hands. Suddenly he resembled a little boy being lectured, “The way I act sometimes…” 

“That doesn’t make you a shitty person, Tōru. It just makes you a human being.” you smiled at him even though he wasn’t looking at you, “And I don’t think you really hate Tobio or Ushijima. You two just have this rivalry and it’s because you care so much for what you do. Well that’s how I see it. You’re great, don’t let anyone make you believe you aren’t.”

He nodded, finally turning to look at you with a smile. “Do you know I love you?”

“I love you too, stupid.” You laughed as he threw himself at you and kissed your cheek, “Be careful.” Then he laid his head on your lap and you brushed his hair as he looked up at you. “How’s stuff with Aoi?” His girlfriend that clearly disliked you.

He sighed, “We’re back talking but… She’s being distant.” He feared she might break up with him after all. “But let’s not talk about that.” 

“Then what?” you said expectantly. 

“How about you and Makki?” 

“What about him?” you looked over to the court and your eyes found him. 

“You don’t seem to hate him as much.” He chose his words carefully. 

“I don’t.” And that was what he called progress. “I still think he’s weird and a pain in the ass though.” But remember: don’t count your wins too soon.

“You’re not exactly the definition of normal.” you smacked him and he laughed. 

“Neither are you.”  

“Thanks.”  . . . “But do you find him attractive?” 

“What are you on now?” you said with a scandalous face that wasn’t not funny, but you were blushing. Oikawa took that as a yes.  

“Nothing. I was just asking.” 

“I don’t like him if that’s what you’re assuming. And I’m sure he doesn’t like me either.”  

“Want me to ask him?” 

“No. What for?”  

*

Next morning, you were a sight (not in a good way). Somehow, Hanamaki Takahiro had made his way into your dreams, startling you awake in the dead of the night. After that, you tossed and turned but weren’t able to go back to sleep. Finally, you had lost it, you thought. You blamed Oikawa’s absurd questions.

“Are you okay?” The brunette dared to ask when he saw you, “You look a little…” 

“You look terrible.” Hanamaki cut him off bluntly. You glared at both boys, and they backed off as you walked by over to your seat.  

Iwaizumi smacked both on the back of their heads, following you. “Way to go, idiots.” 

Needless to say, during class you were struggling to not doze off. After doing a pretty good job during morning periods, it was during your last class that you finally succumbed. Thankfully, since Iwaizumi was sitting in front of you, the teacher couldn’t notice from his spot in front of the class. 

Makki was sitting next to you too, and when he glanced your way he found you asleep. His gaze became softer seeing your relaxed features, your head lying on one of your arms folded on top of your desk. 

Later at home when you sat at your desk and took your things out of your bag to begin your study session, something slipped out from between your notebooks. Stranged, you picked it up, and saw the note stuck to the papers. “Notes from litt. class. Get some proper rest later. No use messing with someone who can’t talk back.” - Hanamaki 

You read the words over and over, and you couldn’t help but smile a bit. 

*

“It’s weird, y/n’s still not here.” Iwaizumi mentioned. The day of the practice match had come, and you were always there early to wish them good luck before you went to find a seat at the stands.

“There’s still a few minutes.” Mattsun allowed. “Makki’s not even here yet.” 

Aoi had come to see Oikawa and he’d gone out of the locker room for a moment to meet her before the match, otherwise he would be complaining about your unusual tardiness. He certainly would later. 

You were hurrying towards the gym at the same time the other team arrived and was about to go inside, getting the attention of some of them. “Look, it seems like Seijoh got a cute manager too since the last time we met.” 

You were wearing your PE tracksuit pants with the school t-shirt so thinking back you should’ve known that was what caused the misunderstanding. A dark haired boy you recognized as the libero stood in front of you. 

“Hey there, Miss manager.” He gave you a smile. 

“Hello,” you started politely yet the look in your eyes showed you were confused, “Manager? I’m sorry I’m not-” 

“What’s your name?” He barely let you get a word in. The captain was about to interfere, knowing where things were going but Sugawara stopped him. 

“I’m Y/n. But I’m not-” 

“Are you going out with someone?”  

You shook your head, “I-” 

“Sorry, man, she has a boyfriend.” your eyes went wide, as you heard none other than Makki - who was late- speak up. Standing now behind you, he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, leaving your cheeks burning, “You okay, love?”  Love?  Then he looked over at the boys seriously. 

Sugawara snorted. 

“Boyfriend?!” You two bursted into the locker room. “What the hell was that?!”

“Well, it worked. None of them will bother you now.” He seemed amused rather than bothered by what he just did unlike before when he saw that guy flirting with you, although he was blushing too now that you came into the room with some of the boys still inside shouting about what happened. Being a sweetheart, as always, he thought. 

“You do tell, please.” Matsukawa smirked, “What are you two lovers quarrelling about now?”  

“Your friend just told the whole Karasuno team we’re a couple.” 

“What the hell made you do that?” Iwaizumi asked before he started laughing. His friend was an idiot.

“Same thing I’m asking.” 

“Some guy was bothering her so I told them we’re together to get him and anyone else off her.”  which Mattsun translated as I was jealous in his head as he looked at him biting his tongue to not call him out on his bullshit. 

“They found out before me?!” Oikawa screamed by the door, entering the room. 

“It’s not true!” 

“Not yet.” Mattsun muttered to himself, “But you’ll have to play along, right? Otherwise they’ll think you’re both liars.” Speaking up as a proper best friend and wing man. 

“What?” you looked at him, then towards the strawberry blonde, “It’s not like they’ll be paying me much attention.” 

“But my girlfriend should cheer for me.” He shrugged his shirt off and you looked away, flustered,  while he put on his uniform. Then he grabbed the extra one he had and threw it your way.  His club shirt. With his name, and the number three stamped on both sides. 

“How are you so calm about this?” You stared at the piece of fabric, then nervously up at him. “Everyone at school will think we’re together. Are you really okay with that?” 

“I don’t care what they think. Do you?”

A/N: Another example of terrible fic names for you! First time writing for my Seijoh boys. Oh I love them so much and hope you like the interactions between them and with y/n. Was going through Makki brainrot again back in December but also had to show some love to my Oiks <3. Also this had like 5 extra pages on my docs. buuut I wasn't entirely sure with how it was going and I still don't get a good scene to end this story lol. Until next time! -Youmarin

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Paring: Issei Matsukawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: After some way to personal stores that embarrass you, Matsukawa sneaks into your room to make sure your ok but of course, he can’t keep his hands to himself.

Warnings: NSFW, no beta reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, oral(reader receiving), lot of oral, fingering, overstimulation, masturbation

Word Count: 4.5K

Table of Contents

Chapter One || Chapter Three

Another time-honored tradition of the L/N’s was decorating the tree. The following day after what your friends had embarrassingly dubbed ‘the foot-long under the table’ incident, Matsukawa helps your dad bring down boxes from the attic. 

 Then the work begins. It’s not just the tree but the whole L/N household that gets decked out. Your mom loves to go all out for the holidays and your dad loves to spoil her. He loves seeing her so happy and despite how they treat you, you like seeing them so full of holiday cheer.

 Your mom is so jubilant this time of year.  But ever since her slip which resulted in a broken arm a few years back, she’s not allowed on a step ladder. Instead, she ‘supervises’ you and your dad on how to hang tensile the halls with a glass of wine in one hand and the other.

  Matsukawa and your sister work on detangling lights and unboxing decorations for the Christmas tree. He looks downright adorable tangled up in the very string of light he was trying to untangle like he was an oversized kitten getting lost on them. Your sister giggles at him snapping a few pictures before ultimately helping him.

 Seeing them all happy and coupley makes you feel sick. Just yesterday you were feeling him up under the table and he was letting you, encouraging you. Now here he and your sister are looking as happy as ever. 

 Did he really like your sister? Or was he just as good an actor as her? Was their relationship just for followers? Mabey he is a sleaze bag? A very handsome sleaze bag who thinks that he can get with you, and have some sort of holiday fling he can brag about without your sister being none the wiser?

 Honestly,  Matsukawa could have whatever kind of fling he wanted. Every time you think about the feel of Matsukawa’s hard-on constrained by his pants your mind goes wild. It should make you feel embarrassed and ashamed of how much you want your sister’s boyfriend’s cock.  Mabey that would be the scandal to finally get your family to see you as a grown-ass woman?

 Because you were the one that picked out the tree your sister is the one to put the topper on. Like with the Tree Farm, she goes all out. She puts the topper on twice. Once for an Instagram reel and the other for a photo op. You stand on the metaphorical sidelines watching your mom gush about how cute the two of them are and watch your sister eat up the attention.

 Once pictures are taken of everyone and all the now-empty boxes are put away your mom makes everyone hot chocolate to drink as you all admire all the work put into the house and tree. It really was a beautiful tree.  Even though your sister keeps reminding everyone how it’s a little crooked. Matsukawa tries to tell her that’s what makes it perfect. The flaw makes it look like a real tree. She just rolls her eyes at him.

 Your parent set on the loveseat tonight. Your sister stretched out on the couch head in Matsukawa’s lap. She goes through pictures posting the best ones of her and Matsukawa and your parents,  and the worst ones of you on her socials. You set in a recliner crisscrossed. You looked cozy there with a mug topped with whip cream. You’re actually smiling and laughing with your family. Matsukawa likes it when you smile. Do you look lighter? Like an invisible weight has been lifted off you for a brief time. 

 You take another sip, and a bit of whip cream gets left on the side of your mouth. You can feel it, swipe with your thump, and lick it up with your tongue. You barely pay any mind to the action, far more interested in your dad spilling the tea about work. He’s so proud that he knows what that means now and gives credit to one of the new interns for teaching him ‘how the cool kids talk’.

 Matsukawa's mind gets whiplash with how fast he goes from thinking you look cute and cozy you look to imagining how you’d look down on your knees with your lips wrapped around his cock. You’d sit between his legs all pretty for him, mouth wide open, and tongue out waiting for his cum as he jerks off. Matsukawa loves it messy. Loves the thought of hearing you gag on his cock then watch as his cum dribbles down your chin. Looking up at home with half-lidded eyes and pupils blown wide, cum on the side of your cheek, begging for more-

 The dark-haired man takes a nice hot, stinging drink of his beverage to calm himself. He feels dirty. Ever since he thought about the idea of cheating on his sister with you, he can’t get you out of his head. These forbidden fantasies are only fueled by the fact that you may be on board with that too. At least if what happened at the restaurant was any indication. God, how he wishes your dad would have ordered a round of dessert.

 The conversation quickly turns to you, specifically to embarrassing stories that make your ears burn hot. Matsukawa watches as your smile quickly fades and your eyes become a little duller. He sees the way you shrink into the recliner trying to become smaller. 

 You try and stop your dad from telling the story of last summer when you went to a sleepover but called your mom crying, wanting to be picked up. Such a momma’s girl. Can’t even spend the night away from her.  

 “Oh it’s not that embarrassing, it's cute!” he dismisses you.

 He leaves out your panic attack, and you never told them how the twins helped distract you with their hair care routines they did on each other. It was hard work keeping the color in and their hair soft.  Like them you were in the bathroom, hiding in there until your mom drove across town to pick you up. 

 Then there was this 4th-grade sleepover with your cosines where you peed yourself and you almost hid from everyone if not for your sister finding the evidence when doing the laundry the day you came home.

 "It was so gross," your sister shivers. "I remember dry heaving at the smell."

 Matsukawa watches as you suddenly down all your hot chocolate which had to hurt. “Well, this has been fun, but school projects don’t do themselves…I’m supposed to meet with my group tomorrow and I haven't even started on it yet....”

 “Oh honey,” your mom starts but you stop her.

 “Really, I don’t wanna be up half the night working on this. Night everyone.”

 Your sister's head in his lap keeps Matsukawa grounded in his seat as you head to the kitchen to put your mug in the dishwasher then upstairs to your room. Your dad just shakes his head dismissively and your mom actually laughs a little. 

 It pisses him off. Your parents are just like your sister. They don’t seem to see how much they’re hurting you by revealing all these embarrassing things about you for a laugh.

 “She doesn’t handle any kind of embarrassment well at all. Tends to be a little dramatic. Best to let her cool off,” your mom tells Matsukawa who was looking off at the stairs.

 “Yea,” your sister agrees eying her boyfriend.

 Upstairs you’re breathing in deeply and exhaling shakily. The sugar rush is already hitting you. You pace back and forth. Eight steps from one side of your room and back to the other. Was this what the whole break was going to be like? Were you going to go back to being the second-best laughingstock of the family? Angry tears well up in your eyes. You stop at the foot of your bed and reach for your phone.

 Season’s greetings and all that jazz group chat

Y/N: I hate it here. Absolutely fucking hate, it. It’s one thing to tell embarrassing stories about my childhood as a family when it’s just the four of us. But to sit there and tell the worst of them in front of a practical stranger? It’s so infuriating and fucked up and I hate it here.  You know I really put too much faith in my parents.  I really had hoped that this Christmas would be different. That they would treat me better, but low and behold I'm fucking stupid. I was wrong.

 ARAN: Heyyyy you don’t sound ok.

 KITA: He’s right what exactly happened? Are you having an attack?

 Y/N: No, it’s not an anxiety or panic attack. I’m just really mad and embarrassed right now. I also just downed like half a mug of hot chocolate which has given me a sugar rush that isn’t helping. I don’t wanna leave my room either after leaving my family and Matsukawa downstairs.

 ARAN: Wanna have a group call? The twins and Suna are out tonight but as far as I know, me and Kita are free.

 KITA: I am, just got back from dinner at my grandmother’s.

 Y/N: It’s ok. I just needed to get that off my chest and I thought it was better to text it than to scream it in my pillow.

 ARAN: Got it

 Kita

KITA: And Y/N

 Y/N: Yes?

 KITA: fuck your sister.

 Y/N: Wow Kita Shinsuke cursing? For me? I’m touched.

 KITA: Not like you’ve heard me curse before.

 Y/N: Ok, but isn’t it funny how I’m always the one to make you say fuck.

 KITA: You know it kind is. You might just be a bad influence on me.

 Reading the texts again makes you smile. Not only because it was reassuring to know that you’re in the right to feel this way but in memories of that late night you and Kita had shared last summer. You are not being dramatic like your mom likes to say to brush off your reactions. The sugar rush is still coursing through your body, so you decide to try and do something productive with it. You weren’t lying about having a project due the first week back, just the day you were meeting with your group to go over it.  For your speech project, each person in your group would talk about a subtopic of a larger topic. You all were supposed to meet the Saturday before school started back to go over it.

 You set down at your desk and pop in your earphones. You pull up a documentary you had saved on Netflix. It was great background noise to research too. With two potential sources in and half a page of notes, you’re out.

 This is how Matsukawa finds you later that night once everyone else in the house is dead asleep. He knocks softly before entering. Your room smells like old paper and lavender. The space is lit by the warm glow of lamps on your nightstand and another on your desk,  a salt lamp on your dresser, and Christmas lights strung across the ceiling. That dresser has a TV perched on top of it. A mirror beside it that Matsukawa thinks about taking you in front of. Mabey being a little rough, ok a lot rough. Putting you in a full nelson and fucking you like that, making you watch how his dick disappears in and out of you and the blissed-out look on your face. His eyes move to the next thing, a small books shelf just overflowing with books,  before his fantasy makes him hard. 

 Back at your desk, he sees that you were even drooling a little. It’s the kind of cute that he wants to have as his lock screen. Your sister would kill him if he ever took a picture of her like this. Complain about how it’s so unflattering and could ruin her image. 

 But the picture was never the point. It was how you looked. Peaceful and calm. He really wishes that he had brought this cell phone with him. It’s still on the charger in the guest bedroom. He doesn’t want to wake you so instead Matsukawa grabs a blanket from your unmade bed.

 He snuck into your room to see how you were feeling. He wanted you to know that there was someone in this house you was in your corner.  He also wanted to have a serious sit-down talk about his scheme, but then he saw you asleep, his mind went in the gutter, and he decided it was best to let you sleep. 

 A new weight across your shoulder wakes you up. Groggily you lift your head and see Matsukawa standing there in a university tee shirt and sweats. “Hi.”

 “Hey,” his voice was so quiet and soft. Caught between being surprised and guilty for waking you. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.”

 “It’s ok,” you say. If he hadn’t woken you up, you would have slept the whole night at your desk and woken up with an ache in your neck. But why was he in your bedroom? “So, what brings you here so late?”

 “I wanted to see you.”

 “Really?” you ask trying to not sound so happy and hopeful. No need to be even more embarrassing.

 Matsukawa nods. God, you still look half asleep and probably have no idea how his mind is going wild. No one had ever made him feel this horny this much.  The smallest things about you get him going. 

  Matsukawa sits himself down right there on the floor by your desk chair. He still doesn’t say a word as he grabs one of your ankles and uses it to spin to fully face him. You can feel the warmth of his hands through your leggings as they grip the back of your calves and pull the chair closer to him. The process was made easy because of the wheels of the hardwood floor. You have to keep your keens spread to accommodate his broad shoulders. 

“Really. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since the trip to the tree farm and that little stunt you pulled at the restaurant. You know how much I wish your dad would have ordered desert ?”

 You hear the question loud and clear in the quietness of the night, but your mind is still stuck on the fact that you have been on his mind since the tree farm, since before the restaurant. So, you weren’t just overthinking things. Your older sister's boyfriends really wanted you. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face or even care about the consequences.

 “I don’t know if that speaks for my ability to feel up my sister’s boyfriend or your eagerness to be felt up.”

 “It speaks about how much I want you,” His voice is low and heated.

 You swallow thickly. Did your sister’s boyfriend really just say that? Was this really happening? God that sounded a little fucked up. Was it a little fucked up that you liked it too?

 “Then show me,” you say in total confidence.

 The first thing that Matsukawa does after being given permission is getting rid of everything below his waist. Fuzzy socks, leggings, and cotton panties all end up strewn about on the floor he is like a kid on Christmas morning excitedly tearing away at wrapping paper.

 Once bare you get self-conscious and try to close your legs but Matsukawa’s broad shoulder prevents that from happening. You tell yourself that there is nothing to be embarrassed about. You’ve been seen naked before and been called beautiful before. You can’t stop comparing yourself to your sister and all the admirers she has. All the thirst comments she gets when she shows off her body. 

 “Now, now pretty girl, “ Matsukawa’s voice is soft with you but still stern, “Don’t go getting shy on me now. That’s awfully unfair to take away such a pretty thing before I even got a taste.”

 “S-sorry I just feel a little, um, self-conscious …”

 “Yaea?”, he soothes a hand over your inner thigh. “’bout what?”

 “W-well,” You glance down at your stomach blocking your view of your pusy hoping he would get the message. When Matsukawa  doesn’t say anything you stutter out,” I-I don’t shave and I, um, I don't know if that’s like a thing you're used to or…”

 Then he laughs, a short little scuff that doesn’t help.

 “Sorry, sorry, it’s not funny. I hate that you feel that way,” now both his hands are inching up your thighs pushing them further about. His eyes flick down and greedily take in the sight. “ And you should know that this is one of the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

 “Is the other one my sister’s?”, you immediately regret letting the question slip.

  “The other was a vintage porno I saw online when I was in my second year of high school,” Matsukawa doesn’t seem bothered. To enamored by the fact that‘s finally getting to have a taste of you.

 “Oh. Oh!” You jump in your seat feeling Matsukawa spread your lips apart with his thumbs.

  You’re such a reactive, addictive thing and he hasn’t even gotten to his favorite part.

  “You better hold onto something pretty girl.”

  “Why would I- “ a mona gets caught in the back of your throat as Matsukawa digs in. He presses his whole face into your pussy, sticking out his tongue and ruining flat over your clit.

 Your hands can’t decide what to grip onto. One thread its fingers through Matsukawa’s head of dark hair while the other grips the edge of your desk chair.

 Big hands slip under your thighs to keep them spread for him as he relentlessly works his tongue against slick bud in ways that have you seeing stars.

 “Matsukawa-“

 Said the man who suddenly pulls away making you wine. Fuck, could you be any lewder? Hearing the high pitch, disappointed noise almost makes Matsukawa want to edge you until you're crying his name, pleading for him to let you cum. But you’ve been through enough tonight.

 “No need to be so formal pretty girl. Call me Issei.”

 “Issei, it feels so good.”

 You’ve never had a guy go down on you. You’ve only seen it in porn videos and read about it in romance books. You had been under the assumption that there was a lot of fiction and acting involved. Mabey Matsukawa was just a god at oral? That had to be it because it felt too good to be anything but average.

 Matsukawa switches to sucking on your clit  in quick succession.  Your toes curl and you clamp your mouth shut, but a moan still slips through.  Matsukawa looks up at your flushed face. When your eyes meet another moan escaped under your breath. You feel embarrassed to be looking into the eye of the man eating you but you can’t seem to look away. With a hard suck you through your head back. Oh, this was going to be so so so hard to keep quiet. You feel grateful to be from a family of heavy sleepers. 

 Matsukawa huffs against your soft curls as your hand tightens in his hair. It's not a painful feeling having his hair pulled, quite the opposite really. He can feel his cock growing to half-mast in his sweats.  He doesn't say a word about it. He just keeps sucking and licking away.

 “Issie, gonna cum,” You warm feeling the familiar pressure build in the pit of your stomach.  But this felt so much more intense. 

 “Issie, Issie ‘m cumming, holy fuck,” Your voice is low and rushed, and music to his ears. 

 Your orgasm pulses through your whole body. You breathlessly maon his name as you arched your back and press yourself against Matsukawa’s tongue. 

 Said man laps it up. Your breathless voice chanting his name, the grip in his hair, the way your thighs trembled in his hands, and the sudden wetness. If he wasn't painfully hard before he is now. 

  Pulling away from you Matsukawa gets a good look at your post-orgasm face. He changes his mind, he wants this face to be his lock screen. 

 “Felt good pretty girl?”, he asks soothing your thigh. 

 You nod, then swallow another gulp of air, “Made me cum so hard Issie.”

 “Lay down on your bed for me and I’ll make you cum more.”

 You scrabble to the bed you take out your clip as you lay down causing your hair to slip out and across your pillow. Matsukawa crawls on top of you and takes a moment to just admire you like this. Your hooded, wanting eyes never leave his face. Your lips are parted just enough to let in one deep breath after the other. You were still catching your breath from the orgasm he just gave you. Matsukawa smirks in that lazy way that makes you swoon. He wasn't going to give you a chance to catch your breath tonight.

  Sinking down between your spread legs, Matsukawa takes his time getting comfortable just was watch you squirm impatiently. Looks like he wasn’t the only one getting addicted to the other. Did you feel ashamed for being so needy for your the touch of your sister’s boyfriend? No at all right now, but Mabey later.

 Matsukawa throws both your legs over his broad shoulders. You squeak when Matsukawa starts to rub your sensitive clit. The bud was already flushed red and a little puffy. He wonders how long it will take to make you an overestimated mess. Probably not long by the looks of it.

 When you feel a tongue teasingly probe at your hole your eyes widen. Your hands quickly go to push Matsukawa's head away,” W-Wait!”

 Matsukawa pulls away. He look up at your panicked face, thick brows scrunched together in worry. “what’s the matter, pretty girl?”

 “I- “You forget what had you so panicked for a moment. “Is-is that ok?”

 “Do you like it?”

 “I-I don’t know. Do-do you?”

 Matsukawa gives you that damn smirk again, “I like everything about you pussy pretty girl, but I won’t do anything to it you’re not comfortable with.”

  God, and with that soft tone? He could do just about dam near anything. “It just feels new and a little weird, but not bad.”

 “I’ll go nice and slow then.’

 True to his Matsukawa slows down, way down. Lying between your legs and rubbing lazy circles over your clit while his tongue languidly plays with your hole.  Matsukawa makes you cum like this too. Because the buildup is slow you fully enjoy the feeling of his fingers pressing into your clit and his tongue exploring your cunt, occasionally dipping into the soaking hole.

 Your orgasm trembles through you.  You hug your thighs around Matsukawa’s head as your back makes a small arch off the bed.  The soft fat of your thigh is muffling any of the small noises you make. Matsukawa can feel the way your twitch she shivers as you cum.

 “How ya feeling pretty girl?”

 “So good,” slurred response has Matsukawa humming in approval.

 “You good for a few more?”

 You eagerly nod,” Yes, please.”

 “Fuck you sound so good when you say please for me,” Matsukawa says before diving right back into you pussy he’s been making a mess of.

 This time you can’t keep the wines and soft moans quiet as Matsukawa thrusts his tongue into your soaked hole.

 “Issie, s-sensitive.” You try and warn but it either falls on deaf ears or the man likes that you are becoming so overestimated that you’re having trouble stringing together a sentence.

  Once you cum again you are left out of breath. Matsukawa told himself he wasn’t going to let you catch a break tonight.  He switches to using his finger to fuck you. Two long fingers push into it, reaching deeper than your finger could ever reach. Curling inside you and pressing and dragging against your walls.

 You stop thinking about the outside world when Matsukawa adds a third finger and quickens his pace. There were no parents, no sister, no class work, no embarrassment. It was just with Matsukawa. The feeling of being full of his fingers and his mouth latching back on your puffy clit.

 “Iss-ah, f-ha, mmmm~” you tremble, unable to form a coherent word now.

 Matsukawa laps it up loud enough that you can hear the lewd and wet noises. Matsukawa doesn’t even stop with your walls start to convulsive around his fingers.

  At some point rather you are aware of it or not, you are gridding against his face. Matsukawa gladly lets you use him to chase your own resales, smearing your wetness all over his face. He knows he’s going to have to rub one out in the bathroom before returning to bed.

 Matsukawa wasn’t expecting you to use your grip on his hair to pull his face flush against your core as you hump away as breathlessly telling him how you cumming. Matsukawa can barley breathe but he doesn’t let go of your hips until he feels the rest of your body slump against the bed.

 Crawling back up to look down at your tired face you too get a good look at the way. His mouth and chin glean on the soft lights of your bedroom. You really made it a mess and through your muddled mind, your wonder what your sister would think if she saw the two of you like this.

 “Looks like I wore you out  pretty good.”

 You nod sleepily the weight of so many orgasms back-to-back crashing down on you.

 Matsukawa is not far off, but there are still a few things he has to do. Like taking care of the wet patch of pre cum that has seeped through the crotch of his sweat. He takes his time tucking you into bed, making sure you're comfortable and asleep before he slips out of your bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom. it’s nearly down at this now, it is a quiet soft blue. Not his usual time to jerk off but fuck- the way you let him drown himself between your legs for that long and use him to chase your own high made him so fucking hard.

 A shower was decided to be the best place to do that. If your sister asks about it he’ll just say he couldn’t sleep. Under the hot spray of the shower, he lets out a shakey breath. Matsukawa picks out your body wash to use.

 The sound of the shower drowns out his soft grunts and the fast ‘shlickshlickshlick’ of his closed fist moving up and down his dick.

 “That’s it, That’s it, such a good girl. “he whispers to himself, head craned back and eyes squeezed shut picturing himself buried deep in your cunt.

 he lets out a  finally shaky moan as cum dribbles down his cock.

 “Fuck that was good,” Matsukawa says to himself staring down at his soft cock laying against his thigh.

 Yea, he decides he’s defiantly got to get you on board with this cheating scheme.

#mattsun #matsukawa issei #mattsukawa x reader #Mattsukawa Issei #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #privet stacks #haikyuu smut

[llightshower]

mattsun smut brain rot!!

need him so bad

pairing: aged up!mattsun x afab!reader

warnings: vibrator, restraints, cuffs, 3some, pain kink.

- it’s huge. like im talking 11 inches, 11 1/2, and im so serious. this guy has a fucking horsecock and the first time he put it in? that shit hurt so fucking much.

- his logic is, why use restraints when he’s got his hands? he always holds your hands over your head.

- BUT, he loves using handcuffs. he got you some cute ones too.

- sugar daddy definitely, anything you want he’ll get you (that funeral home $$)

- 3some, 4some, he’ll bring all his friends to use you.

- he loves eating you out because the way your thighs squeeze his head turns him on.

- big brat tamer, he knows how to get what he wants from you.

- he’d put a vibe in you and make you walk around with it in public.

- he’s fucking amazing at after care. so loving and knows how to take care of you.

#haikyuu #mattsun smut #mattsun x reader #mattsukawa issei #mattsukawa x reader #oikawa smut #iwaizumi smut #aoba johsai #seijoh #smut #issei x reader #issei smut #aj smut <3

[forusomimiya]

HQ guys with 🐱 (part 2)

click here if you want to read part one ⬎ https://www.tumblr.com/forusomimiya/710270827872026624/hq-guys-with?source=share [𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙢𝙖, 𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖, 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣] (sorry if the ships I write are not to your liking) SMUT +18, fem characters but not their partners. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝙆𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙢𝙖

"so close babe, keep it up please" whispered kenma after muting the microphone, although it wouldn't be the first time she'd let out a moan with the speaker on. Feeling the tip of her boyfriend's nose in her hole didn't help her keep control. Quite the opposite. She fucked Kuroo's tongue until she reached the tingling in her belly that would make her cum silently seconds later. Kuroo moaned at the salty taste of his girlfriend's cum, hardly embarrassed to be heard by the young men who were already asking kenma for explanations of what they had heard. Kenma excused herself as best she could and disconnected from the game. She would explain herself later, now she have to deal with the tent under her boyfriend's trousers.

𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙮𝙤 𝙃𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙖

One of Hinata's sexual fantasies was to penetrate her boyfriend with a strap-on, and after several conversations and pouting, she succeeded. Having her six-foot-four boyfriend lying on the bed with his knees bent towards his chest. "Oh honey, this is gonna be fun." She omitted Tobio's moan as she entered him fully, and even though it was a silicone cock, she felt the pleasure like it was a real one. The thrusts increased, and with them, Tobio's pleas for more. Hinata wasn't used to cardio, but to see her boyfriend a mess, she would do anything.

She coordinated her movements to grab her boyfriend's hard cock and milk him dry. It was enough to see the white liquid covered dildo spurting out of her boyfriend's hole for her to cum after him. "God... I told you this would be a good idea." Tobio seemed to like it. He bought a couple more of those dildos in different sizes.

𝙄𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖

"No one's looking, so touch me" Mattsun loves to be touched in public. Showing the other men who he belongs to, and Hanamaki needs no more than a command from his girlfriend to work his way between her legs under her skirt, toss aside the expensive lingerie he once bought her and plunge his slender, long fingers inside her. He makes an effort and unbuttons his trousers to free his cock and play at the entrance to Mattsun's pussy.

"Don't go so fast. You wouldn't want me to cum that fast, would you?" She didn't want to, but the thought of being able to be seen by thousands of eyes heightened her excitacion. She only had time to be filled before she went to the bathroom and gave her boyfriend a taste of the mess he had made inside her.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuuheadcanon #hq smut #hinata shoyo #hinata smut #issei matsukawa #mattsukawa issei #mattsun smut #matsukawa smut #kenma smut #kozume kenma #incorrect haikyuu quotes #haikyuu!! #kageyama x hinata #kenma x kuroo #hanamaki smut

[bobandrews]

based off of @roobgumball95 's post

#the tension between me and the samsung notes app #iwaoi #matsuhana #haikyuu!! #haikyu #hq #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #mattsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #seijoh 4 #aoba johsai #fanart #my art #mine #lusarchiv #sketch #comic #illustration

[honeybunny-sawamura]

the i didn’t want a cat at first but now i’m best cat dad in the world and i love my furry gremlin

Tanaka, Daichi, Tsukki, Mattsun, Iwaizumi, Kyoutani, Kuroo, Yamamoto, Kamasaki, Semi, Atsumu and Osamu, Sakusa

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #daichi sawamura #tanaka ryuunosuke #mattsukawa issei #iwaizumi hajime #kuroo testuro #atsumu miya #osamu miya #sakusa kiyoomi

[kagehinafromtheconcrete]

wholesome headcanons (seijou edition)

kyoutani absolutely loves all types of animals

if someone needs to get ahold of kyoutani, their best bet is to start with animal pics

for all their insults and teasing, seijou is very protective of their captain and will fight a bitch for him (even the first years and kyoutani; especially iwaizumi)

one time one of the second or third years spotted him at the end of a crying session and they were ready to commit a war crime

praise from iwaizumi = the best thing you can ever get inside and outside the court and turns everyone into puppies wagging their tails and waiting for head-pats

even oikawa is aware of the power of iwaizumi’s praise

iwaizumi is not aware of the power of iwaizumi’s praise

kunimi is so perpetually tired so when a pillow found itself a home in the clubroom, nobody was surprised

kunimi is not the one who put it there but it’s got his name written on the tag, he doesn’t know who did it but he uses it consistently

watari is extremely chill. like he’s down for anything. chaos? sure. group nap? absolutely. beating someone up when they mess with kindaichi? why not. stealing someone’s dog? hell yeah

kindaichi is the baby of the group 

pretty much everyone has the contact info for each member at oikawa’s persistence, so when mattsun & maki notice someone is having a rough day, they spam them with memes and aggressive praise

movie nights are a thing, at least every other week, typically at a third year’s house

everyone loves kindaichi’s mom

everyone loves kyoutani’s dad 

oikawa’s nephew attends oikawa’s practice sometimes and iwaizumi knows that oikawa’s worried abt what takeru thinks of him, so he gets with the other third-years to makes sure to hype oikawa up and make sure he Looks Cool in front of takeru (complete with extra praise from yahaba)

watari regularly brings baked goodies to practice, he loves to bake and share

one time oikawa was having a bad day, so the next day watari brought milk bread per iwaizumi’s request

just. just non-toxic iwaoi and non-toxic seijou, okay

kyoutani has a pet snake named Honeycomb (any pet of Kyoutani’s has a cute name and yahaba thinks this is so hilarious and low-key adorable)

yahaba goes to oikawa for romantic advice (and for all his bravado and confidence, oikawa is secretly touched and gives him genuine advice)

yahaba goes out of his way to make sure yachi gets an apology from what happened during the warm-ups for their match in s2

any requests for different pairings/teams?? sibling relationships?? let me know!! here’s the karasuno edition!

#haikyuu!! #my headcanons #aoba jousai volleyball club #seijou volleyball club #seijou #aoba jousai #watari shinji #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #kyoutani kentarou #yahaba shigeru #kindaichi yuutarou #kunimi akira #mattsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #iwaoi #seijou headcanons #aoba jousai headcanons #dnofsunshine #hq #haikyuu #long post #wholesome headcanons #mild cursing

[actiaslunaaster]

Rosekiller=Matsuhana

Matsuhana=Rosekiller

#marauder era #marauders #slytherin skittles #barty jr #barty crouch jr #barty x evan #evan rosier #rosekiller #haikyū!! #seijoh #aoba johsai #haikyuu hanamaki #hanamaki takahiro #mattsukawa issei #haikyuu mattsun #matsuhana