# how he comforts his daughter !

✫ ft. dad! oikawa, atsumu, sakusa, akaashi, iwaizumi

✫ warnings: a lil angst but v fluffy at the end!!

✫ a/n: i have a soft spot for the boys w little girls :( this is also dedicated to @atsumiye for obvious reasons.

✫ OIKAWA comes home to his daughter in tears. through her sniffles, he learns that boys at school were mocking her because they found out that she had a crush on someone in her class. and as she tucked her entire body under her favorite lavender blankets, sobs shook through her body. tooru's heart shattered. there was nothing worse than hearing the sound of her crying. even when she was younger, just an infant, her tears pained him and made him feel helpless. "boys suck, you know?" he starts. he doesn't know if now's the time to joke around, but he hears a small puff leave her mouth. "princess?" he asks again. his hand reaches for her shaking body, hoping to provide some comfort, but her little voice stops him. "you don't suck. just them. they're mean." and with a soft smile, he nods his head. he stays with her, kissing her head atop the blanket until she's ready to come out. and when she does, he pulls her into a hug. if he knows anything about parenting, it's how to make his precious girl feel utterly safe and loved.

✫ ATSUMU feels his heart drop as his daughter tells him that she felt lonely at school today, that no one wanted to play with her during recess. he knows that feeling all too well. he picks her up, tossing her into the air as little giggles leave her mouth. he knows that she tries so hard to put on a tough face even when she's upset, but he sees the sadness in her eyes. "how about we go to uncle samu's so you can play with your cousins? they always wanna play with you, don't they, angel?" to this, she nods excitedly. her cousins are younger than her and always follow her around, making her feel important and loved. atsumu knows that he'd do anything to put a smile on her face, even if it means going to samu's and hearing him yap about how his twins are already drawn to volleyball at such a young age. and even though his daughter isn't into his favorite things, atsumu is positive that his girl will grow up to be the most passionate and caring person out there. why? because she's just like her dad.

✫ SAKUSA can't believe what he's hearing when his little girl tells him kids at school were making fun of her curly hair. the hair that he puts so much effort into styling every morning, adding bows and clips to her satisfaction. "your hair is beautiful, angel. it looks just like mine. don't you like mine?" he asks her. maybe she'll feel better if she doesn't feel so different than everyone else. "yeah," she nods, rubbing at her teary eyes. "then you should like yours, too." honestly, sometimes sakusa thinks he's too blunt with her, but his lack of words are replaced with loving actions. that night, after her hair is freshly washed, he takes the time to comb through her hair and define each curl, twirling it around his finger. he puts her hair into two braids, just how she likes, and tells her that she should never feel as if she isn't beautiful. and he knows that she's too young to know about self-confidence, so he presses kiss after kiss to her cheeks until the two of them are looking at each other with gentle, knowing smiles.

✫ AKAASHI worries when he picks his daughter up from school just to find her walking towards him with a little limp. three hello kitty band-aids cover her leg (which he knows she picked out. hello kitty is her current obsession). "what happened, love?" he asks, trying not to let the panic reach his voice. opening up his arms for her, he lifts her off the ground so she doesn't have to walk on her injured leg. "don't be mad, daddy, i just wanted to jump off the swings like the other kids," she says, voice quiet. he nods, patting her back. when they get home, he sits her down on her bed to take care of her wounds. keiji replaces her old band-aids with new ones after wiping down the scratches left by the pavement, rubbing her back as sniffles continue to leave her. she feels sorry for disappointing her dad. why isn't he yelling at her? why isn't he telling her that she shouldn't do things like that? "it's okay, my love. you're okay," he tells her. there's a little smile on his face, but she knows he's upset. "i'm sorry," she apologizes. keiji simply shushes her with a little shake of his head and kisses her band-aids like he used to do for her when she was younger. "just be more careful, okay?" she nods and wraps her arms around his neck to pull him into a tight hug.

✫ IWAIZUMI feels his anger rise when his daughter tells him that her friends didn't share the class toys during play time. "i'll buy you some," he tells her right away, even though he knows that it won't fix the problem. and although a smile spreads on her face, hajime doesn't like the idea of his daughter not being able to play with the toys with everyone else. "man, they need to teach those kids some manners," he grumbles, patting her head as she nods along to his words. after dinner, hajime sits down with her on the carpeted floor of their living room. her toys are thrown across the floor and her laughter fills his ears. they spend hours creating an intricate storyline, using fun voices, and fueling her imagination. hajime feels warmth in his chest when she tells him that she likes playing with him more than with her classmates. and although he feels happy that he could make her smile and laugh, nothing stops him from going to her teacher the next day to explain the situation (oh-so kindly) to her.

arguments with hq boys

pairings: multiple!characters x gn!reader

warning: angst

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bokuto, yamaguchi, sugawara, asahi, hinata

arguments with him are heart-wrenching. it scratches at your soul and harshly yanks on your heartstrings. it doesn’t matter how sharp your edges are or how loud he gets, you know he loves you in the way that his words are laced with deep longing— never with the malicious intent to hurt— as he cries along with you. tears are spilled. emotions are raw, and despite the anger of it all, he still makes your heart go soft.

⠀

akaashi, daichi, yaku, ushijima, kita, aran

arguments with him are bittersweet. it doesn’t matter how emotional or unreasonable you get, he does not give in to the temptation of letting the fight escalate. so he listens, and his points are always so rational that you find it hard to stay angry because you know he tries his best to understand your perspective. eventually, his maturity will rub off on you, so much that your arguments would just seem like normal conversations to most people.

⠀

atsumu, oikawa, tanaka, nishinoya

arguments with him are messy. loud screams fill the room and objects are being thrown from opposite sides. when it finally stops, your throat is raw and your voice is so hoarse, but nothing hurts more than your aching heart. you know he’s exhausted from the way he’s panting with sweat dripping down his forehead, but so are you. so, you turn away to hide the vulnerability that inevitably gathers in your eyes, determined to maintain your firm stance. but your resolve falters when you feel his arms envelope you, tears falling as you exchange unsaid apologies.

⠀

kuroo, tsukishima, suna, tendo

arguments with him are sharp. he knows you like the back of his hand and does not hesitate to use your insecurities to his advantage. he knows that he will regret it afterwards, but pride often clouds his judgment and he grows defensive, carelessly spitting out venomous words to prick you where it would hurt the most. it cuts you like glass and sends a piercing pang of sorrow through your heart. it takes your defeated gaze and your lack of words for him to realize the weight of his words and the consequences of his actions. he may have won the battle, but what good is it if he loses you?

⠀

kenma, osamu, sakusa, kageyama, iwaizumi

arguments with him are lonely. it’s the moments of unnerving silence after each stoic response, unanswered call, and message being left on delivered that hurts you the most. he makes you feel paranoid and have you thinking that you’re the only one that sees the cracks forming in your relationship. all you can do is quietly watch as the distance between the both of you gradually increase, preparing you for the seemingly inevitable and heartbreaking end.

©𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙖𝙠𝙞 — 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙

oikawa, the immature yet patient boyfriend, that takes you wherever he goes because he just loves being around you.

oikawa, who grows restless at night when you’re not there beside him and finds it hard to stop thinking about you.

oikawa, who’s more passionate about you than he ever has been about volleyball.

oikawa, who takes iwaizumi’s taunts and teases just to be able to look at you and call you his.

oikawa, who loves when you come to game night with the seijoh 4, but doesn’t appreciate when mattsun asks you to be his partner to piss tooru off.

oikawa, who always allows you to steal his hoodies and shirts no matter what, but loves them even more when you give them back and they smell distinctly of you.

that oikawa boy that happens to love you so much that he hesitates to accept the offer to go play for argentina’s volleyball team because it upset you so much.

oikawa, the boy who loves when you agree to watch movies with him, even if they’re the shitty alien movies he enjoys so much.

oikawa, the boy who accepts the alien-themed stuffed animals you religiously buy him so he has a closet full of them.

oikawa, whom allows you to play with his hair even when he treats it like one of his prized possessions, just because it makes you so happy when you try a different hairstyle on him that makes his face look weird.

oikawa, who picks you up in his arms on graduation day and spins you as his encore of iwaizumi, hanamaki, and matsukawa cheer and whoop now that you’re all officially free.

oikawa, who could never ask for a better partner.

and finally, that damn tooru who finds your face in a crowd of thousands at his olympic match against japan next to mattsun and makki and waves, smiling that perfect smile.

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

— 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, bokuto kotarou, ushijima wakatoshi, kita shinsuke, sawamura daichi

— 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: heh...heheh it’s like midnight-

— KUROO TETSUROU

he sat at the desk of his college level chemistry class, leaning on his elbows as he intently read the paper that laid on the desk, filled to the brim with words. his eyes scanned those words over and over again, as he tried not to think about the huge final that was about to happen in the next few minutes. he was so focused he didn’t notice you walking into the empty classroom, nor did he realize you standing next to him. thinking this would be the perfect time to execute your utmost perfect plan, you made your move. your finger dipped under his chin, turning his head and tilting it up as you placed a light kiss on his lips. there was a pause between both of you, his wide eyes meeting yours that were hiding a laugh. his cheeks felt hot as he spoke, giving you a playful smirk as he stood up from his seat. “how could you do such a thing?” a giggle fell from your lips as you ran around the empty room, him following close behind you before catching you in his arms and peppering you with kisses of his own.

— OIKAWA TOORU

you two were walking home together after a long day of school and practice. your hands stuff in your pockets as the cold wind blew towards your face, making your nose feel ice cold to the touch. a shiver ran down your spine, your teeth chattered as your walk home continued. oikawa wasn’t in much of a better state himself, his cheeks cold as ice. though, at the sight of you physically so cold, he couldn’t just do nothing. “here love,” he smiled, taking off his hoodie he had worn all day. you had refused, not wanting him to be without a jacket, but he insisted. so, as he wrapped the jacket around you, you leaned forward, your lips gracing his as his eyes widened. as you pulled back, a smile on your face, you spoke. “now your cheeks won’t be so cold.” a more than flustered smile appeared on his lips, his cheeks heating up more as he took your hand in his. “don’t tease me, love.”

— BOKUTO KOTAROU

he stood on the court, volleyball between his hands as he puffed out his chest, ready to impress you during practice. it was the first day you had come to one of his practices and he wasn’t just going to be average. he was going to act like one of the top five aces! he smiled as you came over to him after you had dropped your bag off by the entrance of the gym. “you ready to see my amazing skills??” “yes ko, i’m very excited, good luck.” you smiled, giving him a peck on the lips, making his eyes widen, before turning to go back to your bag. his face felt hot as he tugged on your arm, pulling you back and into his chest. he smiled, a giddy and happy look on his face. “do it again~”

— USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

it was early in the morning, he had convinced you to go on a jog with him, which despite him outward expression, he was really excited for! it wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either, just half of what he usually did. you glanced over at him as he jogged by your side, never once leaving it. he looked so concentrated, amd it made you smile. he was so dedicated, it was cute. it took a bit to get home since near the end, the traffic had gotten a little bad as people made their daily commutes to work or school. that just meant more jogging in place waiting for stop lights or walking signs, so it was a relief when you got home to a air conditioned dorm room. “y/n.” “hmm?” “you were smiling.” you bounced off the bed, tilting your head slightly as you spoke. “what?” “you were smiling at me while we were outside earlier, why?” you giggled, booping his noise and giving me a light kiss. “because you were being cute again.” his cheeks had gotten hot, fighting off the cold of the room as he looked at you with wide eyes. he followed your movements around the dorm before asking, “can you kiss me again..?”

— KITA SHINSUKE

he sat at his kitchen table, more than focused on a puzzle you two had been doing for the past two months. it was a puzzle he had gotten for halloween, though you two never had the time to finish it before then. so, that’s why you were coming over after school, to finish the puzzle. though he supposed that’s not why you really came over since you hadn’t helped a single bit since he started. he was fine with that, but he was so set on finishing it he wasn’t going to get side tracked, and he told you that earlier. you came back around to the table after going to get something to drink, looking at his expression, and then the puzzle. with a huff and a smirk, you thought up a way to make him focus on you instead. “shin.” you called his name, making him turn over his shoulder to make sure you were okay. that’s when he felt your lips against his, quickly and quietly before you had pulled back. “did you need something, darling?” your shoulders dropped as you fell into your seat, sighing and setting your head onto the table. yes it seemed like he was unfazed by your little scheme but he would get his revenge later, just you wait.

— SAWAMURA DAICHI

he leaned against the side of the gym, waiting for you to meet him there so you could walk home together. it had been a long day for both of you, and he wanted nothing more than to cuddle with you and watch your show together. he’d been day dreaming about it all day, not meaning to but he did anyway. a sigh fell from his lips as he saw you turn the corner and start heading his way. he pushed himself off the wall, his hands tucked away in his pockets as he decided to meet you halfway. “hel-” he was cut off by your sudden kiss, it was unexpected, but not unwanted. he blinked a few times as you pulled back. “that’s it?” you smiled, turning on your heel to go back the way you’d came. he took a breath, licking his lips before wrapping his arms around you, a smirk on his lips as he whispered, “i’ll just have to get you back later for that one, babe.” his head fell to the crook of your neck as he sighed, begging to stay like that for just a little while longer.

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it's cold.

the heater didn't seem to work. the couch wasn't getting warm even though you'd been sitting at the same place for twenty minutes now. all the windows were shut, it was just you and picture of a certain someone you wished was holding you right now.

the silence was deafening. you heard the calloused winds howling outside, the clock's ticking almost transcended your heart beats, there was water dripping somewhere, maybe it wasn't silent after all. maybe you lied.

just like when you said you were fine.

but iwaizumi wasn't a fool. he knew how you feel. that's why he found himself stepping inside your place, not ringing the bell because oikawa once told him not to and treat it like his own home. hajime never listened to him, until today. he crouched in front of you, holding your hands in his, they were cold.

he was cold, you were cold.

colder than ever. you refused to let your eyes meet his', so you continued to stare at the blank wall in front of you. he noticed your disheveled hair, you still looked pretty, though. then his eyes travelled down to your lips, when was the last time you drank water? probably last night, when you were having dinner with oikawa.

it's pathetic, you concluded. letting yourself hurt again and again, did you even deserve that? probably not. and three years ago, you promised yourself you will never fall so hard again. but you broke your rules for oikawa, for he made the fall feel like flying.

you felt tears brim your eyes once again as iwaizumi's grip fastened around your hands. "i feel cold," and among all the words you wanted to share, that's all you managed to whispered.

you wondered if he knew what you mean. the warm, fuzzy feeling inside you that kept you warm through out the winters, disappeared. you wonder if iwaizumi knew that. midst all, you also wondered if oikawa knew this, and also that you needed him, because it was getting colder.

"will you dance with me?" you asked, this time a bit louder, and for a second, your eyes met. iwaizumi didn't question anything, and so you both stood up, his hand on your waist and yours around his shoulder. his cheeks grew pink, but that's because of cold, or that's what you tell yourself. there was a familiar melody in your head, and you danced along with it.

"you should eat something," he whispered.

you declined. "i want to dance."

"y/n," you stopped, head hanging low as you responded with a faint hum. "did oikawa dance with you?"

and crouching down, you let the tears flow.

"haji— i'm sorry," you sniffed, burying your face inside your hands, unable to face him because you were too scared and ashamed of yourself. "i'm sorry for using you. i miss him— i miss tooru a lot," your cries got louder as his hands pulled you closer.

iwaizumi knew what you were thinking. probably, you were calling yourself horrible, pathetic, terrible, shameless, and everything that you were not. through the years, he watched oikawa fall for you everyday. oikawa might be a dumbass— but he was your dumbass, and his too. he also watched as he asked you out, then proposed you, iwaizumi was always there. a side character— maybe— because despite being in love with you, he did nothing. a lead always ends up with another lead, not a side character.

"it's okay," he whispered, rubbing circles on your back to soothe you. there was a wet patch on his shirt, thanks to your tears. iwaizumi didn't care, though. "you can use me all you want," because i'm in love with you, he wanted to say, but words never left his mouth.

and now it has been months since oikawa passed away. summers had arrived, but it keep getting cold, no matter how much warmth iwaizumi offered.

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“i hate you,” he pouts, thinking he’s so smooth for what he’s about to say, “all you do is steal my food, steal my clothes, and now you’re stealing my heart?!”

ATSUMU. kuroo. oikawa. mattsun. sugawara.

setters + their top kinks !

✸ ft. miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji, sugawara koushi, & semi eita

✸ info & warnings: nsfw (18+ mdni), fem!bodied reader, degradation, impact play, daddy kink, dumbification, edging, body worship, praise, dacryphilia, virgin kink, & corruption

✸ ATUSMU + degradation, impact play

he’d never call you such lewd, dirty names outside the bedroom, but he can’t ignore how each one goes straight to your pussy. his personal favorites are “whore” and “toy”. he’d never think he’d find so much pleasure in bullying, humiliating, you. and he’ll never get over the way you tighten and flutter around his cock when his hand makes contact with your clit or ass. your surprised squeals are like music to his ears and the marks he leaves behind are always a pretty reminder the next day.

“listen to you, whimpering like a whore when i slap your ass. i’m starting to think you like getting spanked. mm, maybe i should give you another one.”

✸ OIKAWA + daddy kink, dumbification

he gets some sort of rush from hearing you call him daddy. maybe it’s the way you peer up at him through your lashes as you do so. or maybe it’s the blatant embarrassment that you try and fail to hide by biting your lip. can you blame him for wanting to see you completely fucked out? you’re just so pretty when your eyes are staring off at nothing, tongue lolling from between those soft lips. he can’t help the sense of pride that swells in his chest when you’re reduced to such a mess, and all because of him.

“you stopped talking, princess. did daddy really fuck you that hard? can’t even think straight while you’re taking this cock, huh?”

✸ AKAASHI + body worship, edging

his hands wander about your figure as his mouth travels down every inch of your skin, only ever stopping to tell you how gorgeous you are. you deserve the world and he’s set on giving it to you, even if his method seems slightly cruel. by now, he’s an expert at continuously getting you nearly to your climax and pulling you back just before you can reach it. he’s a patient man and is more than willing to spend all night in the bedroom if that means giving you the most earth shattering orgasm you could imagine.

“god, you look so beautiful like this. you want to come? don’t worry, you only have to wait a little longer, angel. i promise it’ll feel good.”

✸ SUGAWARA + praise, dacryphilia

you’re such a sweet thing for suga, always doing what you’re told and making the prettiest noises for him. why shouldn’t he let you know how much he adores you—how proud he is of you? the smile that graces your face and the sparkles in your irises at his approval are really all he could ask for. but a little part of him can’t help but get excited whenever he sees tears of pleasure pooling in your eyes, threatening to spill over your lashline. maybe he’s greedy; or maybe he just wants a reward of his own.

“you did so well for me, my good girl. and you look so pretty with tears steaming down your cheeks. should i clean them up for you?”

✸ SEMI + virgin kink, corruption

he has this unexplainable desire to take you—someone that was once pure and untouched—and make you his own, to ruin you as he pleases. of course, he’d never tell you so; where’s the fun in that? he’s fixed on watching the authentic experience of your first time. he wants to see how your face scrunches up in pain before it turns to pleasure. he wants to hear your breath catch in your throat before you’re moaning in ecstasy as your orgasm hits. he needs to be the one who gives you a taste of what you’ve been missing out on.

“is it everything you thought it would be? yeah? i never pegged you as the type who liked being used. guess i got lucky with you.”

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How the pretty setter squad would react if you’d sent them cursed reaction pics of themselves

gender: neutral

a/n: don’t mind the different layouts please, i‘m experimenting again😔

Masterlist

Requests: open

Warnings: swearing, mentions of the word abuse in kenmas part,

Characters: Tooru Oikawa / Koushi Sugawara / Tobio Kageyama / Kozume Kenma / Keji Akaashi / Atsumu Miya / Semi Eita /

Tooru Oikawa

Koushi Sugawara

Tobio Kageyama

Kozume Kenma

Keji Akaashi

Atsumu Miya

Semi Eita

Synergetic

In which you, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki gift-wrapped something special for Oikawa and Iwaizumi.

pairing and characters: timeskip!Matsukawa Issei x fem!Reader x timeskip!Hanamaki Takahiro featuring timeskip!Oikawa Tōru and timeskip!Iwaizumi Hajime

content warnings: 18+ explicit language and explicit sexual content (threesome, vaginal sex, cum eating, creampie, voyeurism, filming, sex tapes), manga spoilers

word count: just a bit over 1600

Tokyo, 1:00 am, Saturday

“Issei—” you gasped as his fingers dug into your hips, pulling you down harder on his cock as Takahiro left sloppy kisses over your neck and shoulders while he rubbed his length between your asscheeks, “are you still recording—” you trailed off and let out a feverish moan as Issei hit that special spot inside you, “ah, ahh, ahhh.”

Both of them chuckled at you struggling to get out the words. “Yeah, of course,” Issei panted, pounding his hips from below you and bouncing you up on his cock as lewd squelching sounds filled the air, “I’m recording for Iwa and the Great King—” Issei groaned and tilted his head back as you clenched around him, and he thrust harder, hungrily chasing his climax. You arched your hips as yet another orgasm overtook you, and your butt pressed against Takahiro’s cock. He shuddered at the friction, and warm spurts quickly covered your behind and the small of your back. “We have to show them—” Takahiro breathed heavily as he kneaded your ass and smeared his cum over it, “what they’re missing.”

You shivered as Issei bent his knees and planted his feet, snapping his hips faster and spearing you deeper as he approached his orgasm, your pussy fluttering around him as you babbled about how sensitive you were. Takahiro shushed you, bringing his fingers over your mouth as you parted your lips. And just as you tasted his cum, Issei tensed, slamming his hips deeper as he pulsed inside of you. Your body felt so warm and stuffed, your tongue swirling around Takahiro’s fingers as Issei pumped you full of his seed. “Ah fuck—” Issei whispered shakily, sitting up and wrapping his arms around your upper body, “that’s it—take our cum baby.”

Takahiro watched with half-lidded eyes as you eagerly licked his fingers clean, then let them out of your mouth with a pop. Issei grasped your jaw and angled your face towards him. He smirked softly at your blissed-out expression, and then his gaze flickered over to your chest, where thin layers of sweat rolled down and over your nipples. You placed your hands over his shoulders and took his mouth in a needy kiss while you ran your fingers through Takahiro’s pink-brown hair, pulling him closer to you. Their bodies squeezed yours in between, and the three of you paused for a few moments to catch your breath.

It all started around a year ago. While Issei worked in Miyagi during the week and Takahiro was looking for work around Tokyo, they spent their weekends at your studio apartment located in one of the wards of Tokyo. Before you knew it, the three of you woke up naked and tangled after spending your first night together.

San Juan, 1:00 pm, Friday

Oikawa Tooru had just finished practicing with his team when he decided to check his phone to see what he could have missed out on. His brows furrowed as he clicked on a notification, opening an email signed by Takahiro Hanamaki.

To: Oikawa Tooru

From: Hanamaki Takahiro

Subject: For your eyes ONLY.

The setter put on his headphones as he looked at the attachment file. It was a video that was almost an hour-long, and while he didn’t have the time to watch it entirely, curiosity got the best of him.

But nothing could have prepared Oikawa for the view that greeted him as soon as he clicked play. His eyes widened, and he gaped at the phone screen as a close-up of your naked body came into view. You were sitting with your back against Mattsun’s chest, your thighs over his, and his cock plunging into your pussy as his hands cupped your breasts. The lustful sounds coming out of your mouth and the dirty talk from Matsukawa—about how tight you were despite taking his cock and Hanamaki’s every weekend—made Oikawa’s entire face and neck flush, and he quickly slipped into a space near the locker room.

“You two are always so fucking horny when you’re together,” it was Makki speaking up as he filmed at a specific angle, and Oikawa could discern the arousal in his voice, “don’t forget to say something to our friends.”

Oikawa couldn’t help but stare at the way Mattsun’s cock disappeared into your pussy while your combined arousal produced an explicit sound that made his cock stiffen.

Goddammit—

“Tooru,” you sounded breathless as you called out for him, and Oikawa’s heart pounded with anticipation as his eyes focused on your face, “I wish you and Iwa were here with us.”

Oh, fuck—

The former Seijoh Captain sighed deeply, and he swallowed hard as he watched Mattsun’s hands move over to your hips and pound harder while you brought a hand over to your clit and rubbed on it in circles. You arched your back as you reached your peak, and Mattsun cursed, quickly following as he moaned out your name and came inside you.

Oikawa slammed his eyes shut for a few seconds and inhaled sharply, temporarily pausing the erotic video as he felt the blood rushing south.

It’s not like he didn’t know that the three of you were friends with benefits, but seeing veiled sensual photos and a homemade sex tape were two different things, and it had his brain short-circuiting. He still remembers the thoughts he and Iwaizumi had about dating you during the last year they spent at Aoba Johsai High, though back then, they promised each other that they weren’t going to make a move. They both knew they were going abroad, and it wouldn’t have been fair to you as you ended up choosing to stay in Japan.

Still...things were different now, weren’t they? So, while he had no intention of moving back home (something that Iwa was considering after becoming an athletic trainer), a reunion with you, Mattsun, and Makki wouldn’t hurt, right?

First things first, though, Oikawa really needed to take a long, hot shower. And then, tonight, he was going to watch the entire recording.

Irvine, 8:00 am, Friday

Iwaizumi Hajime had barely woken up when he received an email from Matsukawa Issei. He looked through narrowed eyes as he picked up his phone from the nightstand, bringing it closer to his face.

To: Iwaizumi Hajime

From: Matsukawa Issei

Subject: For your eyes ONLY.

Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow as he noticed that the attachment file came in the form of quite a long recording. He swiftly put on the headphones to have more privacy (not that there was anyone else with him in the room) and clicked play on his phone screen.

Out of all the range of scenarios Hajime’s mind was conjuring, the last thing he was expecting to see was your face and a partial view of your breasts, which were mostly covered up as you were lying on your stomach on the bed.

“Hi Hajime,” you purred, and Iwaizumi felt his mouth going dry as he heard the way you said his name, “I miss you and Tooru.”

You moved the camera away from your face, and the former Seijoh Vice-Captain heaved a sigh as the curves of your bare ass peeked from the background. Then, suddenly, pink-brown hair came into view, and shock crossed Hajime’s face as Makki was shown kissing the small of your back as he made his way up towards your shoulders.

“Taking it slow, Makki, uh?” the deep voice belonged to Issei, and Iwaizumi’s mouth dropped open as he saw a disrobed Matsukawa coming near you and Hanamaki, “scoot over a bit.”

Iwaizumi unconsciously licked his lips as he watched you being sandwiched between two of his best friends. Mattsun had his arm wrapped around your back, kissing your neck and jaw, while Makki was doing the same on the other side of the bed. After a few minutes, you changed positions and straddled Makki while Mattsun positioned himself behind you, enveloping your upper body in his arms and nuzzling your neck.

Hajime bit his bottom lip, and he shifted under the bedsheet as he took in the sight of you sinking onto Makki’s cock, which made you both release a deep moan. Mattsun was busy roaming his hands all over your body as he whispered hushed words in your ears, and soon his hands moved in between your legs, thumbing your clit.

Iwaizumi muttered a low fuck as he listened to the sinful noises you were making as you neared your orgasm, and his hungry eyes studied the synchronized way the three of you moved.

Lost in thought and overwhelmed by the burgeoning arousal, the future athletic trainer’s mind wandered over the memory of the crush both he and Oikawa had on you.

What would have happened if they had stayed in Japan with you, Matsukawa and Hanamaki?

Tokyo, 11:00 am, Saturday

You, Makki, and Mattsun were in three different places when your old Seijoh friends began to send in their reactions to your homemade sex tape. A string of animated text messages from Oikawa and Iwaizumi flooded your LINE app, and you giggled softly at the emojis accompanying them. At the same time, Issei and Takahiro were sharing the texts they received in the private group chat, and the way Kawa and Iwa were praising you made your entire body run hot while you were in the middle of the grocery store.

As you wandered through the shelves while scrolling through the texts, an email from Tooru caught your eye, and your mouth slowly dropped open as you read the attachment’s content. The file contained various open-ended airline tickets with your names (yours, Mattsun, Makki, and Iwa) and Argentina as the destination.

[hq boys] what self care things they like to do with you

warnings: fluff, sfw

--------- enjoys shampooing your hair more than anything in this world. whether you are taking a shower together or you're sitting alone in the bathtub; he will find a way to get his hands in your hair. he just really enjoys the smell of your shampoo and the way it lingers on his hands later on.

ᥫ᭡ lev, TENDO, sakusa, suga

putting your lipgloss/chapstick on! these men have 0 fine motor skills when it comes to putting on lip products but they enjoy the intimacy of holding your face and how close they get to look at your lips. will steal a kiss right after and ruin their handiwork.

ᥫ᭡ HINATA :') , noya, oikawa, bokuto

didn't like the idea of it at first but now he lives for face masks. loves the feeling of your hands carefully holding his face, and how excited you get when you get to put his hair back with clips or a head band. will make a mess with the face mask if not careful though!

ᥫ᭡ ushijima, iwazumi, KAGEYAMA, atsumu

shopping trips with him are a must. you never allow yourself to splurge on things you might enjoy and although he buys you plenty of presents; he thinks it's so cute how you are excited to pick stuff out for yourself. will pay for everything even if you try to tell him no.

ᥫ᭡ akaashi, osamu, daichi, KENMA

big shout out to @sweetsbysatori for bullying me into this

haikyuu boys as things my guy friend has done:

characters: kuroo tetsuro, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, miya atsumu

genre: fluff

a/n: totally definitely not based off of study dude nope not at all + i listened to this while writing and it just <33 (give it a listen if you'd like!) || these are all hs based since i’m a student hehe

reblogs are appreciated <33

KUROO TETSURO stays up studying with you on facetime until midnight, even though you had a big day the next day. the two of you spent time talking about your topics of academics, of course, but also everything that interested you in between. regardless of the fact that the sleep has seeped into his voice and his ideas are getting a little hazy, he puts in the work and greets you goodnight with the sweetest voice when you finally do part ways.

OIKAWA TOORU gives you the latest gossip about anything he can possibly discover. he sits right by you, an amused grin on his face as he recounts all the things he heard recently, and feeding off your reactions to only continue the flow of information. time flies that way, and if you see the person in the hallway, you glance at each other in amusement before suppressing giggles.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME takes your side when somebody wrongs you. regardless of whether it’s someone you know well or perhaps even someone who caused you a minor inconvenience, he’ll always hear out your side of the story, even going as far as relating his own experiences as well!

MIYA ATSUMU plays games with you, whether it be a simple trivia when there’s a substitute, or sending you game pigeons from time to time. he’s competitive for sure, and when he wins he gloats playfully before you eventually beat him and remind him not let his ego get too inflated. even then, those games are some of the highlights of your freer days, and deep down, you know it wouldn’t be the same with anyone else.

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Haikyuu!! Boys Putting Lipstick on You

Feat. Hinata, Nishinoya, Oikawa, and Bokuto

Hinata

“After you do my lipstick,” Hinata asks, eyes closed obediently as you blend out his eyeshadow. “Will you let me do yours?”

Earlier that morning, you’d mentioned that you wished you had someone to practice makeup looks on and he’d looked at you like you were an idiot before dramatically gesturing to himself.

“You do!” He almost sounded offended, which made you laugh. “You can practice on me! I don’t mind!”

An hour or so later, you had him seated on the floor in front of you. It was weird to see him sit so still, following every direction you gave him eagerly. You smile at his question, not answering for a moment as you concentrate on a particularly difficult spot.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You answer finally. He opens his eyes and smiles wide, looking over to your makeup bag. He reaches over to dig through it and you immediately know what he’s going for. You have approximately one really “out there” color: a bright blue you’d used for a halloween costume the year prior. You’d only kept it because you felt bad wasting it, but you weren’t going to stop Hinata from picking that color. It was just for fun, you could handle it this once.

He’s as patient as he can be as you go through the rest of the steps, buzzing excitedly when you tell him you’re done. You situate yourself so he has an easier angle to work with, and true to who he is, Hinata jumps right into his task. He starts at the outside of your bottom lip and tries to be careful and he swipes the product over your lip. You can tell he’s getting quite a bit on the outside of your mouth, but you let him continue. To your surprise, he seems to realize his mistake and sets to correcting it, gently wiping at the overdrawn area with his finger.

“Maybe this wasn’t the best color to experiment with,” Hinata laughs once he’s done, dropping the tube back into your makeup bag. “It’s not your fault, though! It’s my crappy job. But I still think you’re pretty!”

You both laugh forever at the selfie you take: Hinata with a full face of glam makeup and you, with very shaky, bright blue lipstick on. Hinata definitely makes it his phone background.

Nishinoya

“Tilt your head down for me?” The instruction is presented like a question, worded so softly you can’t help but smile. Noya sits cross legged in front of you on the couch, a tube of your favorite lipstick in his right hand. He smiles when you do, unable to hold back a little giggle that makes your heart soar.

“It’s not my fault you’re so much taller than me, even sitting down!” Noya defends. But you do as he asked and tilt your head down so he has easier access. He steadies you with his left hand under your chin, then carefully drags the product across your bottom lip, starting from the middle.

You love when he applies your lipstick for you. It’s such a sweet, intimate gesture. You know he loves you, he proves it every day, but this is one of the things that really solidifies it for you. You love watching his look of concentration, mouth hanging open the slightest bit, mimicking your own expression. He takes great care to keep it as “in the lines” as possible so you don’t have a lot of correcting to do. Noya might have amazing hand-eye coordination when it comes to volleyball, but he’s never been incredible at applying lipstick.

True to form, Noya curses under his breath when he gets a little just above the dip of your Cupid’s bow. He uses the very end of his pinky finger to wipe it away, just like he’s watched you do a hundred times. You do your best not to smile too much as Noya leans back to make sure he’s satisfied with his work. He pops the cap back onto the tube.

“There!” He says with a grin brighter than the sun. “I think I did pretty good this time!”

“Thank you, baby,” you say, leaning in for a kiss. But Noya stops you with a hand on your chest.

“No way! I just did all that work, I’m not letting you run it!”

Oikawa

“You have to hold still, love. Otherwise this is going to end up all over your face.” Oikawa gets strangely serious during moments like this. His voice is soft, honey-sweet like it always is, but his expression is one you usually only see him make when he’s on the court. He’a zoned in, concentrated so intensely on something as simple as putting lipstick on you. It’s funny to see him this way, but you don’t dare laugh and mess up that concentration.

“This is such a good color for you,” he says, guiding you to tilt your head back so he can focus on your bottom lip. He’s gotten fairly good at this after insisting on doing it for you for so long. It’s been at least six months since you’ve put in your own lipstick. Any time you try, Oikawa pouts dramatically about how you’re destroying his heart until you give in and let him do it. “It brings out your eyes.”

He swipes the wand over your lip in one go, an overly confident gesture that he definitely regrets. Oikawa mumbles a curse, grabbing one of your makeup wipes to dab away the bit he’s gotten on your chin. His expression suddenly softens to something delicate, but he doesn’t speak. He finishes up just as careful as before, and once he’s done, he makes eye contact with you. It makes you blush immediately, and he smiles at that.

“You’re so pretty,” Oikawa says. “Have I ever told you that?”

“Every day,” you say, finally laughing like you wanted to earlier. You can’t resist teasing him, though. “You only love me because I’m pretty.”

“Oh, no, baby. You’re pretty because I love you.” He corrects, then leans in for a kiss, not caring that your lipstick is very much still wet.

Bokuto

The first time this happened, it began with a conversation about why people always sat on the bathroom counter to do their makeup. Bokuto joked with you about how you could just get a mirror with a stand so you didn’t have to climb all over the cabinets, but you explained it was easier this way, anyway. He watched you do your makeup for a while, paying especially close attention to the way you put your lipstick on. It made you blush having him stare at you so intently. When you finished, he asked, “can I try that next time?”

And here you were, seated on the bathroom counter, but facing your boyfriend instead of the mirror. He unscrewed the cap, pulled the wand out of the tube, then paused for a long moment, looking over your face.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” Bokuto said through a dopey grin. “How in the world do you do this?”

“It’s easier on yourself,” you explain with a smile of your own. “Just try not to get it all over my face. Go slow.”

“Go slow,” he repeats, mock laughing. But he moves in closer, carefully pressing the end of the wand onto your top lip first. Strange choice, you think, but let him continue. Bokuto takes his time, moving with tiny swipes of the wand, biting his lip as he concentrates. He tries his best to go slow, but the wand keeps sliding off your lip. Each time, he clicks his tongue and swipes at it, smearing it further a few times. He does his best to wipe it off, but he does warn you that you’ll have to get some of the excess yourself later with a wipe or something.

After a few minutes, he takes a step back, scrutinizing you once again to the point of blushing. He grins at the sight of that blush, replacing the wand into its tube. He seems very satisfied with himself.

“You look pretty good,” Bokuto says. “I’d kiss you if I didn’t care about messing that up.”

“You can just do it again,” You argue, and he laughs, but apparently finds that suggestion agreeable as he moves in to kiss you.

timeskip!oikawa with a tan, tons of freckles on his broad shoulders, a single gold earring in his left ear and his charming, almost dazzling smile.

everyone wants him, but he only has eyes for you—because why would he want anyone else if he has the most amazing, supporting, caring person right next to him, loving him even when he’s not argentina’s star setter—but your tooru, tired after a full day of practice, wanting nothing more than to snuggle into your arms while you run your fingers through his wind-swept hair?

reverse comfort w/ hq boys p.2

feat. sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarou, akaashi keiji, oikawa torū

warnings ; none, spoiling and being spoiled by hq boys :)

a/n ; sorry if it wasn’t specific reverse comfort, i couldn’t help but explore a bit

♪ sakusa was talking to you about your self care, about how you should take time for yourself more. yet your hands made their way towards his face, holding gently. “you’re the one who needs to take time for yourself the most kiyoomi, let’s just relax today.. alright?” kiyoomi mumbled something incoherent, head laying into your chest. “i just feel like i’m not there for you.” he whispered, earning an earful of affirmations from you.

♪ suna sighed heavily, flopping down onto the mattress with this loud huff of exhaustion. “rin, are you okay? you look exhausted.” — “you don’t look so alive yourself. what happened?” you sighed, combing your fingers through his locks with a long talk about the chaos occurring. in the end, you both agreed to binge a new show and do absolutely nothing all day.

♪ akaashi was brushing your hair for you, eyes trained to carefully part each piece of its tangles. “you’ve been busy y/n, how’re you holding up?” — “keiji, you said like a hairdresser now.” you laughed, nearly doubling over on the stool. “i’m being serious.” keiji slightly pouted, lip jutting out comically. “i’m fine keiji, i’ll always be okay with you. but you’re also okay right?” — “yes yes.” akaashi smiled, hugging you from the back with a satisfied hum.

♪ oikawa stood defiantly with his hands on his hips, facing you with this extremely self-righteous face. “your head is always in your computer and i get that you have work but i’m here too!” he shouted loudly, plopping beside you to glare at the laptop seated on your legs. “torū, i have assignments.” torū frowned at this, just watching you instead. “what’s wrong torū?” you glanced over, curious now. “nothin’ i just want you to be hanging out with me.” — “you big brat.” — “y/n~.”

-maak

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questions 10 - 12

series summary : when iwaizumi hajime decides to get married hours away from the city, longtime friends oikawa tooru and l/n f/n decide to make a road trip out of it. several hours stuck in a car with one of your closest friends doesn’t seem like that big of a problem. that is until oikawa issues a challenge, a claim that it will only take 36 questions to get you to fall in love with him.

pairing : timeskip!oikawa tooru  x  gn!reader

genres : fluff, maybe some angst, friends to ???

part four word count : 2.4k

36 questions  ➤  series masterlist

previous  ➤  questions 7 - 9

“It’s almost noon,” You mutter, checking the time on your phone, the grumbling of your stomach growing louder by the second. As much as you’d love to munch on the snacks that currently filled the backseat, you knew you needed something a bit more filling than that. The sun seemed to be at its highest peak, Oikawa pulls out the cheap, plastic, heart-shaped sunglasses he bought from the gas station out the glove compartment, looking at you with what might be the goofiest grin you had seen from him. You look away, mumbling a quiet “Cute.”

Oikawa gasps, a small flush on his cheeks as he turned his attention back on the road, “Look at you actually complimenting me. Are the questions actually working, Yn?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I think I’m just getting hungry,” You roll your eyes, a small smile making its way to your face, “Where’s the nearest restaurant? We should be getting lunch soon.”

Oikawa glances at his phone’s gps, biting the inside of his cheek, “Maybe about forty-five minutes from now. There’s a place with a bunch of restaurants where we can stop over..”

“Mhmm. Alright.” You hum, turning your phone on and pulling up the next question, “We can get a few questions out of the way in the meantime.”

“Look at you,” He chuckles, unable to stop his gaze from landing on you for just the briefest of moments. If you had been looking back at him, if your eyes had only met his instead of glued on your phone, you might have been able to notice the flash of fondness present in him. But you weren’t, and his eyes return to the long concrete road ahead of him, a small amount of sarcasm lacing his words, “So enthusiastic about the possibility of falling in love with me.”

“You know, the tables could turn and you could be the one who falls in love with me. You’re answering these questions too.”

The words fall past your lips without much of a thought, your eyes widening when the sound of your own voice reaches your ears. You turn to face Oikawa, about to retract your words when you find him still staring straight ahead with a small smile on his face. 

“You could be right, Yn.” 

10. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be? 

Your brows knit together, a quiet huff escaping you as you thought about your answer. Oikawa had already called you out on your walls being too high up. Times like these you wonder why you would even bother hiding anything from him. You’re unsure as to how he figured out that you had been holding back on answering some of the previous questions, but the confusion wears off just as soon as it came. Oikawa had always been one of the most perceptive people you know.

He’s humming to himself, waiting for your answer. Although he isn’t doing anything particularly pressuring, you begin to feel a slight heaviness creeping its way up to your chest, tugging at your heartstrings. You look away from him with a sigh, looking out the window felt like a much better option — at least with regards to the small pit that has somehow started to build in your stomach. 

“Not too sure if I’d change anything…” You trail off, plastering the few cracks in your walls that had begun to appear, employing a somewhat teasing tone in your voice, “Maybe I’d change my family’s move to Miyagi.”

“What? You wish you’d move there sooner? So you can meet me sooner?”

“Nope.” You shake your head, “I’d wish that we never moved there at all. My life would probably be a lot quieter if I hadn’t met you.”

Oikawa raises a brow at you, a knowing look plastered on his features, “Really?”

“Really.”

“Maybe a lot quieter, but definitely more boring too.” He argues back, playing along with your answer, aware that you didn’t mean any ill-intent. 

“I can’t argue with that,” You grin, “Still remember the day that we met?”

“How could I forget?”

The playground is mostly empty, the soil still soft and the blades of grass catching bright morning light. It wasn’t always that rain came down on summer days, but this one was an exception — an exception that seven-year-old you was grateful for. You had the entire place to yourself, no fighting with other children for a chance to go on the swings or the slides. Wiping off the water that remained on the wooden seat of the swing with your hand, you sit with a smile on your face, grabbing onto the cool metal chain that held the plank of wood. Your laughter echoed up to the sky as you threw your head back, pushing yourself off the ground as hard as you can.

You’re unsure as to how long you had been on the swing when a boy your age suddenly appeared in front of you, forcing you to dig your heels into the ground to stop yourself from hitting him. You frowned, the space between your brows forming a deep crease, “Get out of the way.”

The boy grinned, unaffected by your hostile tone, “You’re new around here, aren’t you? I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“So what if I am?”

He used one hand to hold a volleyball, the other he used to point at a nearby house, keeping that same overly excited tone of voice, “I live over there, see? You’re going to keep seeing me.”

“Okay?” You still didn’t know what this kid want from you, your patience started to dwindle down. All you wanted was to continue your time on the swings before any other kid bothered you for it later on. “What do you want?”

“Play volleyball with me. If you don’t know how, I’ll teach you!” He flashed you a toothy grin, pushing the volleyball towards you. The boy most likely noticed that you still look unconvinced, adding,  “I’ll push you on the swings anytime you want.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes and got off the swing, grabbing the volleyball from his hands, “I’m Yn.”

“Tooru.”

11. Take four minutes and tell your partner your life story in as much detail as possible.

You watch as Oikawa take a deep breath, as if he were preparing himself for the onslaught of words that were about to fall from his lips. Knowing him, he probably was preparing himself. You’ve gotten through most of your friendship with him just hearing his voice rising above any other sound that surrounded you. This wouldn’t be anything new. Still, you couldn’t help but tease him the tiniest bit.

“You’re exaggerating.” You deadpan, setting up the timer of your phone to four minutes, “Want to make things more interesting?”

He lights up, his voice clearly excited when he replies, “Are you the one issuing a challenge this time?”

“If you say even one word past the four minute mark, you drive on the way back from the wedding and I get to sleep.” You grin, knowing how much your best friend talked sent waves of anticipation to your veins. Part of you knew that the wedding would have you exhausted, especially after a long night of dancing and catching up with everyone; you definitely wouldn’t be in the mood to drive the entirety of the nine hours.

“Ohhhh,” Oikawa practically sings, extending the single syllable for much longer than needed. “What’s in it for me if I succeed?” 

“Hmm.” You place a finger beneath your chin, trying your hardest to think of a fair trade, “How about…I be your wingperson during the reception? If you see anyone you’re even remotely interested in during the reception, I will go up to them and hype you up.”

Oikawa throws his head back in laughter, he turns to you with a smirk once he’s calmed down, “What if someone tries to hit on you? How are you going to be my wingperson then?”

“I’ll turn them down.”

“You’re going to turn down everyone who hits on you during the reception?”

“Mhmm, my sole purpose will be to get you laid. Or at least get you that person’s number.”

The tips of his ears turn pink, a shade matching the color that spread across his cheeks. The corners of his mouth quirk upwards into a barely noticeable smile, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

You clap your hands together, an excited squeal leaving your lips. Your hand moves to lower the volume of the car’s speaker, eager to hear every word that he was about to say. Truth be told, you were intrigued as to how he would boil down everything that had happened in his life in under four minutes. Compared to yours, it definitely seemed a lot more eventful.

Turning your phone screen towards him, proving that you had exactly four minutes up on the timer, “Ready?”

He nods, a determined look in his eyes, “Ready.”

“Okay, go!”

“I was born, I started going to school, I met Iwa and you and Makki and Mattsun. In between all of that I learned how to play volleyball. I played volleyball all throughout highschool. Moved to Argentina. Still playing volleyball. Became a setter for the national team. Missed you and all of out friends in between that. Now I’m back in Japan, in a car with you, on our way to Iwa’s wedding. Done!”

He finishes in a single breath, seeming completely proud of himself that he was about to squeeze that many words out in such a short amount of time. You frown, stopping the timer in your hand, “That wasn’t very detailed…”

“It wasn’t? Hm, seems detailed enough to me…I covered all the major events, didn’t I?”  Oikawa tilts his head to the side, fake confusion in lacing his voice. His gaze briefly lands on you, the confident, teasing smile returning on his face once he sees you frown, “Now, you have to turn down everyone who hits on you at the reception.”

“You know, I’m going to single forever because of you.” You scoff, pretending to be annoyed as you cross your arms in front of your chest. Really, you were impressed that managed to find a loophole out of that.

“Not necessarily, Yn.” His smile transforms into a softer, much fonder one, like he knew something that you didn’t. “I don’t think you’ll be single forever.”

12. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be? 

“If you say something lame like being able to fly or whatever superpower you have in your head right now, I’m stopping the car.” Oikawa warns, albeit playfully. He pushes the heart-shaped sunglasses up his hair and resting it on top of his head, a couple of strands managing to escape and settling on his forehead. 

“What if I actually want a superpower when I wake up tomorrow?” You ask, reaching over to adjust the glasses so not a single strand of hair was out of place. Settling back in your seat, uneasy feeling overtakes you: why did you do that? You didn’t have to, and yet you did. It’s instinctive, almost too instinctive. You shake your head, trying to snap yourself out of your own thoughts. “You at least have to hear me out.”

“Fine. What lame power do you want?”

“Teleportation.”

Oikawa turns his head and blows a raspberry at you.

“Really mature, Oikawa.” Your roll your eyes, pretending to wipe off the non-existent saliva that landed on your cheek. “Let me explain.”

“There better be a really deep reason behind this or I’m not accepting your answer. Come on, I already told you not to put your walls so high up and-”

“It’s so I can visit you easily without having to sit through a twenty-three hour flight. You try sitting in a plane for that long and not get even a tiny bit irritable.” You cut him off, gently nudging his shoulders. You let out a chuckle when Oikawa simply blinks back at you, like he refused to believe that you had actually answered in such a sincere way. Keeping a light and somewhat teasing tone of voice, “Remember when you ended up staying at the airport for ten hours because you forgot my flight was delayed?”

Oikawa’s mind flashes back to five years ago, to several hours hunched over in a waiting area, trying to fight off the drowsiness and exhaustion that crept up his body. He turns to glance at you, knowing that he would do it all over again if he had to, remembering how it felt seeing you running towards him after years of being unable to see each other in person. Still, he lets a tone of defensiveness coat his words, “I was just really excited to see you, okay?”

“Mhmm.” You hum, actually believing him. For some reason, you couldn’t find it in yourself to leave your answer at just that. What if he misinterprets your answer? Is there even anything to misinterpret? Regardless, the idea of his ego inflating even more so now that you’ve said that he had been the reason for your answer just didn’t sit right with you. “Besides, I just want to travel around the world in general, you know? Going to all these breathtaking locations with the snap of my fingers…”

He nods, “Okay, good enough. I’ll accept your answer.”

“It’s not like I would have given you another answer anyways,” You roll your eyes, turning your head to face him, “What’s your answer?”

“Same as you. Teleportation.”

“That’s not fair!” You practically scream, feeling like you had just got cheated. “Why then?”

Oikawa smiles, a familiar glint in his yes, a flash of an emotion you can’t quite pin down, “I want to go to all those breathtaking places with you.”

“Oh.”

“Hungry, Yn?”

“Starving.”

“Lucky for you, stopover’s just a couple of minutes away.”

“Good.”

“Be honest, now that we’re a third of the way done with the questions, how are you feeling…about me?”

“I feel…like I want you to drive quicker because I want to eat.”

“Oh boo.”

“Don’t poke your tongue at me. What are you, five?”

“You love me.”

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—  from elle !  hey everyone,, it’s been a while hasn’t it? aaah am very very sorry- hoping to update this a bit more frequently, like every other week kind of frequent >_< anyways, my brain is a lil fried from uni so this hasn’t been proofread yet- ill come back tomorrow to do so ;-; hope you’re all doing okay!

JEALOUS AKAASHI IMAGINES PLEASE 🥵

when they're jealous !

about. akaashi, atsumu, oikawa, suna, osamu

note. added more characters bcz i didn't have a drabble idea <3 queued w self rbs !

— akaashi

isn't vocal about it but there's a fair change of behavior which is rather obvious, if noticed carefully. you may think he isn't the type of get jealous but his gaze grows sharper as if he's planning someone's demise. again, he might not say anything about it, but expect his arms around your waist, or hands around your wrist a little more than usual. a little more inclination towards public affection, which is more of a sign to tell the person that you're off the markets. however, if you ever bring it up, he will end up getting flustered and switch topics multiple times.

— atsumu

is jealous but tries so hard not to make it obvious ( catch : he fails ) while his hands may or may be around your waist / wrist, his gaze and the exaggerated smile perfectly translates to ' you're talking to my s/o ' and it's funny, really. if things get serious, he would tell the person that you're his s/o and doesn't care if it makes everything a little awkward. would definitely whine because you were being hit on and you didn't even do anything. i mean, you could've told them that you already have a super hot and loving boyfriend — his words, of course.

— oikawa

gets so jealous, it embarrasses you. it's fine initially, he doesn't mind you talking to anyone, but that person has the audacity to hit on you while he's standing right next to you and it ticks him off. another second and his hands are around your shoulders, probably kissing your forehead. " i know, my s/o is so pretty " or if he wants to leave then probably makes excuses like, " i think we should go, my y/n needs to rest " even though you both arrived five minutes ago. over all, he adds 'my' after every salutation he uses for you and makes sure to stare into the depths of that person's eye to let him know that you're taken.

— suna

this man i swear, he doesn't even care. i mean he does, but he's best at hiding it. will probably listen to everything you and that 'sorry excuse of a human' — as he told you afterwards — are talking about. pretends to be busy on phone but he's probably typing phrases like, ' i'll kill you ' and ' you son of a bitch, get away from my s/o ' on his notepad. also scoffs dramatically every once a while and it pauses the conversation for a solid second. one of the guys you were talking to the other day ordered maple pancakes for you and suna legit went, " they like vanilla pancakes more, " in short, his point is to make every comment that proves that he knows you better than anyone else and that gives it away that you belong to him <3

— osamu

he's a patient guy, he doesn't pay much attention. osamu would simply observe you both talking while he's busy serving the customers but things take a turn when that other person tries to hold your hands, or anything physical. it blows him off, suddenly he's no longer the patient guy you know ( i mean he's atsumu's twin after all ) and then he'll walk to you with the most forced smile you've ever seen, saying : " having fun, darling? " while placing a peck on your nose. this loser gets so indulged into pda, you wonder if it's still osamu you're talking to. either way, he doesn't mind showing you off and stating it very clearly that you are his s/o until it gets imprinted in that stranger's mind.

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CAUGHT KISSING IN THE LOCKER ROOM

a/n: i need toshi’s massive hand around my head 😢💔

pairing: haikyuu men x gn!reader

featuring: miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, suna rintaro, ushijima wakatoshi

tw: suggestive

♡ MIYA ATSUMU

“tsumu! get yer eyes fixed on the ball! (-) hide behind kita-san or somethin’!” osamu yelled across the court, making your face flustered as kita casually stood in front of you, blocking your figure away from atsumu.

“shut yer trap samu! ‘m just not feeling well today!” atsumu yells back but shortly shrugs his shoulder down when he sensed kita’s gaze was locked on him.

right after the practice match, atsumu dragged you into the locker room. he slammed you against the wall with his hand around your head, ignoring the pain he felt on his knuckle.

little mewls left your lips as well as your pretty moans when atsumu’s tongue slipped between your closed lips. you could feel atsumu’s thick thighs were slowly rubbing between your inner thighs, pushing your legs to open.

“ts-tsumu wait” you tried to push him when you heard noises outside the door. but atsumu was too drunk with your scent and kisses.

atsumu’s body jolted and quickly turned his head when he heard osamu, suna, and ginjima opening the door.

“TSUMU ARE YA CRAZY? THE FUCK YER THINKING YER DOING IN THIS SACRED LOCKER-” osamu yelled his lungs out when he saw his brother making out with his best friend.

“atsumu no matter how much you love (-) you shouldn’t-” ginijima interrupts osamu’s yell but halts when suna stepped forward with his phone in his hand, smirking at you and atsumu.

“keep going, ‘m gonna film this and show kita-san”

♡ OIKAWA TOORU

you were heading to the volleyball locker room after finishing up some homework in the library. you waited in the locker room for your boyfriend to return from the practice while just scrolling through your phone.

shortly you could hear food steps over the door along with iwaizumi's voice scolding oikawa on the way.

"stop hittin' me iwa-chan! just wait!" the moment oikawa opened the door, he saw his girl sitting down on the floor, looking so effortlessly beautiful with glasses.

oikawa then right away slammed the door and stepped over. he scooched down, tilted your chin with his thumb and index, and kissed your pretty lips. slowly breaking the kiss, he whispered; "you look so pretty babe"

and the moment oikawa was about to kiss you or do something more, he was interrupted by the rest of the 3rd years.

they probably wondered what was taking him so long to get his books, but ended up catching his best friend making out with a 1st year.

“SHITTYKAWA ARE YOU INSANE? SH-SHE’S A 1ST YEAR” iwaizumi yells, along with makki and mattsun laughing in the background.

oikawa quickly raised both of his hands and tried to explain. “iwachan it’s not what it looks like!!!!”

but all he got was iwaizumi’s scolds with makki and mattsun imitating oikawa and you, slamming each other on the wall as makki tried to kiss mattsun, earning a smack from iwaizumi on their head.

♡ SUNA RINTARO

after suna’s practice, he quickly brought you into the locker room without any words, as for you who was confused and clueless, you just followed where suna was taking you.

the second after the door closed, suna quickly wrapped his large hand around your waist as he started to kiss you.

you tried to push him away because you definitely saw the miyas walking far behind you two just now on the way.

“r-rin stop atsumu and osamu is-” but suna cut you off with a deeper kiss, ignoring the things you were saying.

pulling away from you, suna’s eyes focused on the door slowly opening, seeing osamu and atsumu pushing each other on the way in.

but both of the twins froze on the place and blinked a couple of times to see his best friend’s hand wrapped around their manager’s waist, and their manager’s hand placed on his broad chest.

atsumu was the first one to talk. pointing his fingers at both of you. “y-you” atsumu spoke, along with osamu following him. “s-suna what-”

both of them ended up yelling and laughing as they ran out of the room. “KITA-SAN THEY’RE CRAZY”, “SUNA AND (-) IS-”

“SHUT YER TRAP MIYAS”

♡ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

because you couldn’t keep your eyes off from ushijima’s thighs, chest, arms, hands, literally every part of him during the match, you waited for him in front of the locker room since you were too needy for his touch.

as soon as ushijima showed up around the corner, you promptly paced and grabbed his large hand, dragging him to the locker room.

you tiptoed while forcing his shoulder to bend down for a deeper kiss. ushijima lets out a little smirk before he wrapped his massive hand around your waist and another one around behind your head.

ushijima then leaned down while his tongue explored inside your mouth, both of you not aware of the door opening.

“wow wow wow what am i seeeeeingggg??” it was tendou. he walked into get his bottle and settled up seeing his best friend making out with a girl for the first ever time.

“well then, enjoy~~” tendou hummed, giving you a peace sign before he walked out, having both of ushijima’s and your confounded eyes fixed on him.

“tendou-san it’s not what it looks like!!!” you yell, simply to earn a hand wave sticking out between the door and the wall. you sigh but halts when you felt ushijima's fingers on your chin.

“can...can we continue (-)?”

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Haikyuu Characters Helping You Through a Panic Attack

A/n: I hope that this helps u out if you needed something like this :)

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contents: u get comfort! u get comfort! you all get comfort! warnings: slight angst but mostly comfort, unedited characters: Tsukishima + Oikawa (send request for same prompt but diff character iyw)

*starts after the break*

You and Tsukki were sat in the living room watching a random show on Netflix. You were leaning on Tsukki, trying to get the most 'cuddling' out of this as possible. As you did so, you suddenly realized the shit ton of work you had to do and that you had a paper due the day after tomorrow and you hadn't even started it.

Oh fuck.

The thought of the mass amounts of piled-up work made your heart beat faster, your mind refusing to focus on anything other than the work you had to do.

As you sat, Tsukki felt your breaths get faster.

"Y/n?" he questioned, starting to get concerned. "Are you alright?"

He looked over at you and saw you hyperventilating, your face dripping in sweat. Unsure what to do, he did the first thing that came to mind and ran to get you water.

He brought back a bottle of water and lifted the bottle to your lips, trying his best to get you to drink it. Once you had drank enough, he pulled you into his chest.

"It's ok. You're ok," he said, rubbing your back until your breathing slowed again.

Once you calmed down and were ready to talk, Tsukki asked you what was wrong.

"I just... i have so much to do but I can't find the motivation to do it," you cried. "Here, I'll help you. What do you need to do?" "Uhm, I have a paper due in 2 days," you said. "And I haven't touched it."

After that, Tsukki helped you write your paper for the next 2 days, serving as your research helper and editor.

Oikawa and you were sitting in bed. You were working on your newest college assignment and your boyfriend was scrolling through his phone, not worrying about school work.

As you started your math work, you saw that you didn't know the first question. You didn't consider this too big of a deal and went to the next question. But as you scrolled through the document, you realized you had no idea what to do with any of the questions. You were confused, to say the least. You had been paying attention in all of your classes so why did you have no idea what was going on? Were you not cut out for college?

You were brought out of your thoughts by your sudden inability to breathe, your lungs struggling to fill themselves. Your boyfriend noticed this and immediately turned to you.

"Y/n?" he asked, unsure what was happening to you.

He soon realized it was a panic attack and pulled you into his chest. He knew exactly what to do here as he had experienced many panic attacks himself.

"Breathe with me, ok. Inhale. 1. 2. 3. 4. Exhale. 1. 2. 3. 4," he said, making sure you were following along as he spoke.

Once your breathing had calmed down, he grabbed you some water.

"What's wrong, baby?" "I don't get any of this, Tooru," you sobbed. "What if I'm not meant for college?" "Hey, don't say that. You're one of the smartest people I know. Trust me, you're perfect for this," he rubbed your back.

He reassured you the entire rest of the night and tried his best to help you with your homework.

Thankyou so much haikyu for making me feel this way!! I'll always be thankful to you 😭😭😭

cherry >°☆♡☆°<

"I- I just miss, I just miss your accent and your friends"

sitting idle and depressed oikawa dwelled upon what could have been. he smiles faintly at the memory of their voice and smile. the way y/n's eyes would light up when spending time with one's they loved.

"did you know I still talk to them?"

oikawa hung up the phone as he called their friend again. "I wanted to catch up!" a lie that fell from his lips to hide the desire to hear about them.

"does he taking you walking 'round just parent's gallery?"

he had heard from the friend that y/n was seeing a new guy. oikawa felt his ears ring and heart sink. why does he feel this way?

"don't you call him baby"

what oikawa would never understand is that they were always there for him. in good times and bad y/n supported him unconditionally.

"we're not talking lately"

the pair hadn't talked in months and now he looks into a Café. Y/n was smiling, laughing, being themselves with another man.

"don't you call him what you used to call me"

"don't you call him baby"

his vision turned blurry as he turned, cold aid hitting his lungs as he walked on the cold sidewalk. tears fell as softly as snow as he mourned what y/n now has and he himself had lost.

"we're not talking lately"

"don't you call him what you used to call me"

and so oikawa sits idle, wondering if he treated them better would they have stayed.

he'll never know.

dec.1