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heich0e · 2 years

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CUTTING TEETH - mastuskawa issei/f!reader/hanamaki takahiro (4.2k) vampire!au, vampire!matsuhana, new vampire!reader, poly matsuhana, mmf!threesome (barely), smut, finger sucking, fingering, mentions of blood/blood drinking, lots of talk about teeth and mouths, reader is going through a bit of a breakdown, sweetheart and good girl used as petnames, matsuhana give off slightly yandere vibes but they aren't actually, and reader is physically restrained at one point but it's not non/dubcon! part of the 'more than you can chew' universe 18+ NFSW - MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Time passes differently now.

It makes sense, you can’t help but think in those precious moments when the haze lifts and grants you a reprieve of much needed clarity; It’s only logical that something would feel different now that you are too. Seconds ticking past but mean nothing when you stay unchanging. Time no longer has any meaning now that you’re frozen in it. And so nine days slip by, and they’re all a blur; one bleeds unintelligibly into the next, but they feel like what once were seconds in another life.

You’re burning.

You’re hungry.

You feel as if you’re coming undone.

But you’re safe. You know that to be true too. Even in the haze, even in the vicious delirium and the burn, there are hands that cradle you and the gentle brush of lips against your skin. You’re surrounded constantly by the scent of pine, the whistle of the winter wind and soft, familiar voices.

They’d told you it would be like this, prepared you for it. But knowing something in theory and knowing something in practice are very different things.

You’re curled up in the corner of the smallest room in the house. It’s the only one with tatami floors, though you suspect at one time—before extensive renovations that shaped the home into something beautiful but unrecognizable—there once may have been more. This room is used for storage now, mostly; there are a few boxes piled up along one side, an extra futon folded up in one corner, and antiques in pristine condition that don’t seem to otherwise match the decor. Those are half-covered by drop cloths to protect them from dust or damage, but there’s a vanity along the wall that’s been half-revealed as the sheet pools on the floor, revealing beautiful knotted elm, a pristine mirror, and careful woodwork underneath. There’s a faint scent of must that hangs in the still air, and the little room is dark—the sole window along the opposite side covered by thick curtains to block out the sun.

But you prefer the dark now.

You see too much in the light.

The air in the dim room shifts suddenly, and you lift your face from the crook between your knees where they’re drawn up to your chest.

“There you are—”

You heard him even before he opened the door. Heard him on the other side of the house before he even started making his way to you.

“—I’ve been looking all over for you.”

The man on the other side of the room keeps his distance as he appraises you. It’s a gesture that is not done unkindly. Everything Matsukawa Issei does is considerate, as ever.

He knows the hell you’re suffering.

“What’re you doing in here, huh?”

Issei makes his way towards you at an easy, lazy pace, even though the room is so small. The way he takes his time approaching you is unimposing, even given his height and his breadth, like a trapper approaching small prey that had mistakenly gotten locked in their snare.

Your throat feels raw when you finally speak. To be honest, you aren’t entirely certain when the last time you spoke even was. It may have been a few days. Perhaps only hours.

You wonder when it will get easier to keep track, now that the flow of time feels so foreign.

“My jaw hurts.”

Issei crouches down next to you slowly, and your senses follow him; his warmth, his scent, the steady sound of his breaths. He draws closer and closer, his presence growing more unignorable until he’s mere inches away from your face. His proximity effortlessly eases the ache that thrums under your gums. His nearness soothes the inferno that has scorched a hearth into your chest.

“Your jaw?” he repeats your words, a careful hand reaching out towards you. His movements are cautious but sure, measured but gentle. His broad palm caresses your cheek, his touch soft against your skin. You lean into it, into him, as unconsciously as drawing in a breath.

It’s quiet as he holds you.

“…My teeth.”

Issei hums. The sound is a deep, sympathetic purr that makes your skin prickle just underneath the surface. His hand slips a little further down your face, until he’s cupping your jaw rather than the soft swell of your cheek. Your eyes finally meet his, and you’re lost in them as the pad of his thumb presses against the pucker of your mouth.

“Can I?” he asks, his head tilting to the side.

Your lips part for his willingly, wordlessly, welcoming him in.

The tip of the digit slips underneath your top lip, and you can taste the subtle saltiness that clings to his skin. Issei watches your expression as he traces along the front of your upper row of teeth, ghosting along the smooth enamel and mapping the peaks and valleys as one tooth gives way to the next. His touch sweeps a little further up and the investigation continues as he skims along the soft pink of your gums. The warmth of his hand and his closeness has your mouth filling with saliva that threatens to drip at the corner of your parted lips.

He presses, firmer now than he has yet, against a tender spot along your gums.

“Mmmmmph—!”

You clutch his wrist tightly with both hands, holding him still as you pant raggedly against his palm. Spit freely runs down his skin now, and your chin, catching in the low light of the small room you’ve locked yourself away in as it drips slowly to the floor. That all-consuming burn is still there—haunting your lungs and up the track of your throat—but you’re holding onto Issei tighter than you’ve ever held anything.

“Easy, easy,” he soothes you quietly, his other hand reaching up to pat along your hair. Your grip slackens, but you keep his hand pressed desperately to your mouth like a lifeline. His thumb is still resting against that sensitive, aching spot, and once he senses it’s safe for him to continue he sweeps the pad of it against that place again. There’s a throb deep beneath the muscle that twinges, and it’s painful but surprisingly not unpleasant. Your jaw relaxes slightly, though your breaths are still shuddering, and it grants him even better access to your mouth than before.

“Good girl,” he praises you for the utterly unconscious gesture, sweeping the digit stuck beneath your lip slowly along to the same spot on the opposite side of your top row of teeth. It hurts there too, but Issei’s touch is gentle and compassionate; soothing as it glides against the slick flesh.

The little room around you fades away, little by little, until all you know is him.

Your vision grows hazy, your eyelids suddenly heavy as Issei continues to explore your mouth. The pain that had been so all-consuming just moments before is easier now to bear, your senses dulling to anything that isn’t him. There’s so much saliva pooling under your tongue that you can hear how wet it is as the man before you moves his thumb around inside.

Eventually he’s satisfied, a pleased little hum telling you he’s found what he was looking for, and as if to reward you he slips his thumb between your teeth and rubs it against the surface of your tongue. You close your lips around it happily.

“Gentle,” he urges, and you heed his warning—careful not to bite down or otherwise move too eagerly with his finger caught in your mouth. You suckle it gently on nothing more than sheer instinct. It feels nice—soothing, familiar somehow even though it isn’t—and he sighs contently. “That’s it.”

You stay like that for a while, holding his wrist as you suck against the warmth of his thumb where it rests against your tongue. You grow even more delirious the longer you indulge yourself—the demons that have been clawing at you incessantly for the past nine days quieting until you can scarcely notice them at all.

“Your teeth are coming in,” Issei eventually speaks again in that easy, gentle way he always does, but you hardly register his words through your daze.

You make a small noise of confusion once his words reach you somewhere you can understand.

“Your fangs,” he explains as he smiles softly down at you, watching with nothing short of fondness in his gaze.

You blink, processing his revelation though your brain is foggy and your thoughts are syrupy slow.

Issei slips his thumb out of your mouth only once you allow him to, dipping forward and dragging his tongue along your bottom lip to catch the spit that has steadily been dribbling out. He doesn’t kiss you, not really anyway, even though the gesture feels so intimate and his lips are practically upon yours. It’s as though he senses you want to say something, because as soon as he’s cleaned you up he’s pulling away and looking to you expectantly.

“My… fangs?” you sound uncertain, your voice thready and confused as you repeat what he’s told you.

Issei lifts his thumb up to his mouth; the length of it is covered in the sheen of your saliva, all the way down to his wrist. He cleans that off too as he nods.

You shiver a little.

“Are they going to fall out?” you ask him worriedly, a tightness of anxiety weaving itself into a knot in the centre of your searing chest.

“Yes,” he says, sparing you no detail and offering you no misguided pleasantry in the interest of your own sake. He cups your cheeks in both hands this time, keeping your eyes on him, and he uses his thumbs to curl your upper lip and reveal your teeth again—one holds the lip up out of the way while the other dips down to trace over the canine tooth just below that wretchedly aching spot in your gums. “Just think of these like milk teeth.”

He traces along the razor fine edge of your incisor with the very tip of his finger, then across to your canine—careful, even with all his own strength, not to nick himself on the sharpness.

“Right now, these teeth are meant to shred—to rip and tear through skin and bone and whatever else might be in your way so you can get as much blood as quickly as possible. So you can get stronger,” he says, and his low, gentle voice softens the gruesomeness of his words into something palatable and easy to swallow. “But your fangs will give you acuity. Precision. You’ll be able to puncture just enough to draw what you need when you feed as you mature.”

You whimper a little when he presses down against your canine, as though terrified it might begin to wiggle under his touch.

“You’re cutting teeth, that’s all,” he says simply, and you wish his words were more comforting to hear than they are. He slips his finger out once more and allows your lip to return to its rightful place. He tuts lightly. “But it’s painful, isn’t it?”

You nod a bit, your head dipping as much as it’s able with his hands still cradling your cheeks on either side.

“Poor little thing,” Issei breathes, crowding you a little closer to the wall where you’ve been curled up in your misery. “Want me to make you feel better?”

Your back rests flush to Issei’s chest, two of his fingers pressed deep into your mouth. He has your knees hooked over his thighs and his legs spread to keep you open, and tips of his talented fingers orbit in rhythmic circles around your clit.

It all sounds so wet.

Your mouth. Your pussy. Your shuddering breaths. The racing thump of your heart.

The coil of tension in the pit of your insatiable stomach has nearly wound tight enough to break.

How many times has he made you cum in the past nine days? You wonder distantly in your mind. How many more times will he make you cum in the innumerable ones that now lie ahead?

Your head pitches back against Issei’s shoulder as his mouth laves down the column of your neck. You feel the familiar drag of his teeth along your throat, and the sensation still makes your heart race—even though the thumping is little more than vestigial; even though his teeth wont pierce you the way they used to when there was still blood that he craved rushing underneath your once fragile, delicate skin.

“Feel good?” he murmurs into your skin between kisses, and your hips jump in place of an answer—as clear an indicator to your agreement than any words you may be able to offer in reply. His fingertips press a little firmer against the sensitive bud at the apex of your dripping core.

“‘Sei,” your voice is reedy and wanton as you call for him around his fingers.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

You don’t know. Or maybe you do, but your ability to verbalize it has abandoned you along with your sanity.

But you’re needy. You need more. Need something. Need anything.

You shift in his lap, as much as you can given the way he’s holding you, and grind against the firm swell of his cock nestled behind your back. Issei pulls his fingers out from your mouth, the pads of his fingers slipping softly against your lips.

“Yeah?” his reply is deep, breathy, “that what you want?”

You nod, fervent and crazed.

Strangely, you feel a little more normal like this—a little more like who you used to be. He used to make you feel this frenzied back then too, but now he doesn’t need to be as gentle with you as he once was. In spite of that, Issei still touches you like you’re something breakable. Something precious.

“Hiro will be back soon,” the man above you whispers as he gently lays you flat against the tatami flooring, his nose brushing yours. “Are you hungry?”

It hardly needs to be asked. You’re always hungry. At least you have been for the past nine days. There’s a little pile of crumpled silver packets on one side of the room, long-drained, as evidence to this fact. Hiro’s been bringing you more blood each day, fresh blood—that tastes better than the synthetic stuff you find yourself guzzling in the hours in between—but it still doesn’t feel like it’s enough to satiate you. Not enough to douse the burn that torches your throat.

You’re not sure where he’s getting it, and you don’t ask. The truth is you don’t even know where you are.

Prior to turning, Issei and Hiro had asked if you prefer the sea or the forest. The smell of salt air or pine sap. You’d answered the forest, with fond memories of wandering around the green space in the countryside where your grandparents lived when you were a child. When you’d woken up nine days ago in this big house in the middle of the woods, you realized why they’d asked you to begin with.

You’re far away from civilization here.

Or rather, civilization is far away from you.

Because you’re the thing that needs to be kept away. Isolated. Contained. All in the best interest of the beating hearts and pumping blood that floods the city you’d once known.

The thought of blood rushing under skin, of throngs of people saturated with it, makes your mouth water.

“Issei,” you moan, your sharp teeth gnashing involuntarily at the thought as you cling to him a little tighter. “Please."

The man hovering over you shushes you gently; a soothing placating sound. “I’m sorry, I know it’s hard,” he murmurs, slipping a hand under the silk of your robe, “it’ll get easier, I promise.”

Issei knows it better than anyone, you think. His words a little more comforting because you know he’s speaking from experience. He’d been just like you once: bloodthirsty and on the brink—a mind in tatters as it fights to acclimatize to the sudden change of being turned, attempting to knit itself back together into something new. Takahiro had turned him only 100 years ago, after all.

Only—a part of your brain scoffs, maybe the last rational part that’s endured—when did 100 years become something you could measure so flippantly?

Issei unfastens the loose tie of your robe at your waist, letting the silky material slip from your body like the flow of water over stone. You don’t know who’d dressed you in it, only that it’s not something you’d pulled on yourself. You hadn’t washed or dressed yourself since you’d woken up.

Yet another way you’ve been cared for in the time in-between.

Two strong arms cage you in against the floor, a palm resting on either side of your face. Issei’s body is warm. You like that. He always used to feel so much colder than you did, but now that your body is running at the same temperature his touch feels more ambient.

“Hey,” Issei’s gentle hand takes your chin to turn your gaze towards him, “get out of your head for a minute, okay? Just focus on me. I’m right here.”

He is, and he has been. He and Hiro both, for the past nine days.

And for a long time before that.

And now forever.

Issei dips forwards and kisses you sweetly, deeply.

He doesn’t have to prep you like he used to, because your body isn’t fragile in the same ways it once was. You feel the thick head of his cock dragging through the sticky petals of your pussy, and know that you can stretch to accommodate him without any of the discomfort you may have once felt. When he presses inside, you just feel full. You just feel good.

You moan against his mouth as he gives the first few slow thrusts, like he’s letting you get used to it. Like he’s letting you enjoy it.

But it’s not enough.

With newfound strength, a strength you’re not yet fully used to, you roll the two of you over and pin him down against the tatami. Issei’s eyes are surprised, but not unwilling in the slightest, as he stares up at you with his dark hair fanning away from his face. Your hips begin moving freely, using your new position as leverage. You’re full, then empty, then full again as you bounce on his lap—the wet, lewd sound of skin slapping fills the room, but you can scarcely hear it over the thrum of your pulse.

“That’s it,” Issei groans, praising you. His eyes have gone half-lidded as you ride him, a little smile on his lips. “Take what you need, sweetheart.”

Your hips keep moving, chasing the pleasure that’s rising in your core. His hand finds yours, and you clasp your hand around his to guide it up your body. First to your chest, where he grabs a handful of your soft, bouncing flesh. He kneads it gently for a moment, his thumb pressing teasingly against the pebbled bud of your nipple. But that’s not where you want him either, and you keep guiding it up to your mouth.

“Careful,” Issei’s voice has gone a little raspier now as you bring his fingers to your lips. And you’re trying to be, you really are, but you’re a little too far gone to care that much.

He is too.

If you wanted to, he’d let you bite. Let you devour him.

You lick between his knuckles, flicking your tongue up between the digits as saliva drips down to his wrist, all while you keep spearing yourself back down onto his thick, hard cock. You slip the fingertips just past your lips, and moan around the digits when you feel him throb inside of you, your free hand hand fluttering down to your stomach where you swear you might be able to feel him shaping your body to fit him inside. You’re still grinding down against him, still suckling against his fingers, and Issei is still staring up at you from the floor with a tender, heavy lidded gaze.

“I love you,” he murmurs, and god do you know that he means it.

“Yeah, love you,” you whimper back, breathy and pitchy and desperate as you let his hand fall from your mouth. You drop down onto your elbows to kiss him, wet and messy, and hope that he knows that you mean it too.

Issei keeps thrusting up into you as your lips slot messily against his, an arm wound around the small of your back to keep you in place as he fucks into you. You’re lost in the feeling of it, in the pleasure Issei is giving to you, when suddenly light washes over the little room.

“I thought I heard you two in here.”

You squint against the light, your lips still hovering over Issei’s as you pant. Takahiro leans against the doorframe on the other side of the room, and his gaze sweeps across the scene as he pushes his flashy sunglasses up onto his head, his strawberry hair pinned back underneath them. His red eyes watch you placidly, an amused little smile on his face.

You always found it hard to believe that of the two of them, Hiro was the elder. And not marginally—Hanamaki Takahiro has seen more seasons than all of the towering trees that surround your little safe house combined. Where Issei is solemn and reserved, favouring understated clothes and quiet, Hiro delights in the marvels of the modern era; revels in them. Their stark juxtaposition is part of what had drawn you to them in the first place.

Part of what had led you here.

“Hiro,” you breathe when you spot him, but then the hair stands up n the back of your neck as you catch the sweet smell of blood in the air.

Something monstrous squirms inside of you; animalistic and feral. You scramble blindly towards it, but Issei keeps you where you are with his arms wrapped around your waist and his cock still inside of you. He pulls you to his chest as you thrash against him. You sob, desperately fighting against his hold. There’s an ungodly burning in your throat, saliva dripping from your trembling lips. Then Hiro is in front of you, so quickly so barely see him move, patting your hair back from your face.

“Shh, shh,” he coos in his smooth, low voice. You blink tears away, swallowing against your mouth full of spit. The ache in you teeth is back, worse now than before, almost as if you can feel the slice of fangs that want to push through your flesh and descend. You want to bite. To rend and tear. Every breath you draw in burns with the delicious fragrance you know is so close. You cling to Issei harder. “Baby, it’s not going anywhere. You’ll feed soon, just calm down. Don’t rush.”

Hiro takes your face in his hands, pressing light kisses the edge of your mouth, your cheeks, your nose. In the corner over Hiro's shoulder, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror of the vanity that sits half-uncovered.

You don't recognize the animal that peers back.

You’re tense even as Hiro coddles you, soothes you, but then Issei’s hips start moving again. The unexpected sensation punches a carnal, gasping sound out of you and it makes Hiro laugh against your cheek, all air.

There are four hands on your body, two mouths against your skin.

“Oh, that’s our girl,” Hiro sounds chipper as you slacken, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Breathe for us, okay? Just breathe. It’s okay.”

You hear the sloppy sound of Issei’s hips meeting yours, and the jingling of Hiro’s belt as he unfastens it with one hand.

You smell the scent of fresh blood, but also the cool early-winter air that clings to the material of Hiro’s coat now that he’s so close, still heavy with the lingering fragrant pine from outside.

You feel pleasure building while they touch you, until it drowns out the ache. You’re hungry, but the burn isn’t quite so vicious. Your teeth hurt, but you find the sting has been soothed.

“Resist it for a bit—”

You’re not sure who moves you, but soon you’re splayed out again with your back to the floor, Issei is pinning your wrists down by your face, and both men are looming over you. Hiro looks up at Issei, tucking a tendril of his dark hair behind his ear dotingly. He smiles as he looks back down to you, his touch still lingering on the shell of Issei’s ear.

“—For us?”

Seconds tick by that you can’t keep track of.

But it’s getting easier.

And you have plenty of time to figure it out.

You shut your eyes, nodding slightly as you swallow over the burn in your throat, and you let your mind go blank.

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wintersnwnderlnd · 4 months

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Real in Rio- Oikawa x Reader

Makki, Mattsun, and Iwa help Oikawa's girlfriend set up a graduation present to tell Oikawa he got accepted to play in Argentina.

Rushing through the halls, I dodged students cheerfully talking with their friends, and anxious teachers preparing for the nearing end of the year. Shuffling the bag on my shoulder, a grin made its way to my face as I slid around the corner towards the gym.

The sound of volleyballs slamming into the ground, and muffled shots grew louder as I neared the door, shrugging off my indoor shoes. Stumbling, I ran into the door, bouncing as I managed to slip on my gym shoes.

"Miss y/n, please be careful!" Coach yelled from across the gym as I nearly tumbled into the gym floor only saved by Mad Dog catching me.

"Thanks Kyo!" I patted his head softly as he grunted at me. I saw the boys standing over by the ball cart and ran over.

Makki turned, a smirk growing on his face as he spotted the bag, nudging Mattsun, "Hey, check it out.".

My smile grew as Iwa saw me coming over and moved to distract Toru. I grabbed Makki and Mattsun, dragging them a little farther away from the others.

"So, what did Coach say?" Mattsun questioned, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, based on the bag, good thinks I hope." Makki agreed.

My smile grew as I nodded, "He said as long as we lock up after I'm good for after practice.".

"After practice, Y/n-chan?" I squeaked as Toru wrapped his arms around my waist, sneaking up behind me. Iwa caught my bag as I slipped off my shoulder, shoving it behind Makki towards Kyotani, who took it and walked away.

"Just a... end of season/ pre-graduation gift, that the boys and I put together. Don't worry your pretty little head over it."

"Yeah Kawa, mind your pretty head." Makki snickered, coughing slightly when Iwa shoved him.

"Now I have to know! Y/n-Chan, tell me!" Toru whined, leaning down to lay his head on my shoulder with a pout, staring up at me with puppy eyes.

"Nuh-uh," I shook him off, backing up towards the locker rooms, "just finish practice. Then you can have your present.".

Mattsun and Makki kept snickering as I shot then a glare, Iwa shoving a ball into their hands and pushing them towards the court.

Toru continued to pout playfully, his eyes displaying his genuine curiosity as he picked up a ball heading back to practice.

Grabbing the bag from Kyotani, I thanked him again before rushing into the girls locker room.

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I heard Coach call for last play, as I nervously adjusted my top. The outfit was not something you'd typically find in Japan; a small revealing blue bikini top decorated with rhinestones and feathers, a more conservative pair of boyshorts also bedazzled left my legs bare down to the heels strapped to my feet. Grabbing my hoodie, I threw it on quickly and peaked my head into the court.

"Coach, can I borrow Iwazumi please?" I called, getting a small wave and smile from Coach as he sent Iwa my way. Toru whined about Iwa coming to help instead of him but quickly shut up when Iwa smacked the back of his head.

I backed up behind the door, letting Iwa in.

"You ready?" He questioned, moving to grab the head piece I needed help putting on as I pulled the hoodie off. "You look great y/n, oikawa will love it."

I took a deep breath, sitting down to allow Iwa to place the headpiece in my hair, "I really hope so, otherwise I'll make a foul of myself." I twisted the bottom of my shorts in my fingers looking up at Iwa.

He smiled, gently squeezing my shoulder as he finished pinning the headpiece in place, "You'll do great. Practice should be done, I'll head out and get the music set up.".

I quickly got up, pulling Iwa into a hug, "Thank you for being my best friend, Iwa. Don't tell Makki I said that." I whispered, squeezing him tight.

"Always, your my best friend too. Don't yell Toru." He whispered back, causing me to giggle as I pulled back. He patted my arm and headed back into the court. Looking back only to give me a thumbs up signaling the rest of the team had cleared out and only my boys were left.

Taking a deep breath, my hand rested on the door handle as the music slowly began. I heard the maracas as Toru began questioning what was going on.

Opening the door, I stepped out, not looking out from behind the fans Makki and Mattsun were shaking, concealing my body.

"Y/n?" Toru questioned as the music's drums started to pick up. The beat dropped and Makki and Mattsun pulled back to reveal me, Toru's eyes widening at my outfit, cheeks going slightly pink.

All the birds of a feather

Do what they love most of all

We are the best at rhythm and laughter

That's why we love carnival

I stepped forward, walking towards him as my confidence grew. A smile making its way onto my face as Iwa shoved him back onto the bench when he tried to stand.

All the birds of a feather (oh, oh, oh)

Do what they love most of all (oh, oh, oh)

Moon and the stars, sun and guitars (oh, oh, oh)

My feet started to move with the music, the feathers and charms jingling with the music as I moved, singing along to the music.

Loving our life in the jungle (la-ia, la-ia)

Everything's wild and free (la-la ia, la-la ia)

Never alone 'cause this is our home

Magic can happen for real in Rio

Toru's face grew redder as I stopped in front of him, my body moving and dancing to the music. The bachata steps that I studied for hours on end when I found out Toru had been accepted to play in Argentina fresh in my mind. My boys cheering for me loudly as my smile grew with my confidence.

"Laya laya laya laya~ Laya laya laya laya laya laya laya laya~"

I panted as the song came to an end, my feet coming together in a stomped click. My smile so wide it kind of hurt but I just couldn't stop.

"You got accepted to play with Argentina!" I exclaimed, the boys breaking out into a cheer as Toru sat there slightly dazed.

I looked back and forth between him and the boys, as my breath started to calm down, "Toru?"

He blinked a few times before bursting out laughing, "I got accepted to play with Argentina!". He stood up, sweeping me off my feet causing me to giggle as he swung me around in his arms. "I got accepted!!!"

He finally set me down, drawing me in to a deep kiss, catching me off guard. I moaned quietly, leaning into his arms.

He pulled back, setting his forehead on mine, "I got in." He panted, "thank you, darling.".

"I hope you liked it. Iwa and the boys helped me plan it." I whispered, chewing on my lip softly as I stared up at him.

His eyes flickered to my lips, gently pulling my lip from between my teeth, "I loved it, sweetheart."

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spacejammie-eimmajecaps · 1 year

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Do you want to read a matsuhana fic?

What if it was a childhood-friends-to-lovers slow burn?

And what if it also featured an iwaoi childhood-friends-to-lovers slow burn?

And what if there were traces of kyouhaba enemies-to-lovers?

And what if there was a plausible (canon-compliant) excuse for the Seijoh 4 to meet and interact with the Tokyo 4?

Well, look no further!

Now, I know you're probably thinking that the description is vague and foreboding, which must mean this fic is full of angst and misery.

However, that's not the case!

Okay, yeah, technically there's angst here and there, and some characters certainly do feel miserable on occasion. Truth be told, you might even find yourself crying sometimes.

But you know what else you'll do?

Laugh. And smile. And experience fleeting moments of joy. And fleeting moments of impatience when you realize slow burn wasn't an exaggeration.

Doesn't that sound nice?

#do you love aoba johsai and wish you knew what it was like for them during those 3 years oikawa was so thankful for?#do you like your characters a little traumatized?#do you enjoy fics that are loaded with subplots?#does the idea of suffering through a slow burn bring you joy?#do you prefer fics that have excessive world building?#do you want to read a story and never be able to look at the main character the same way again?#if you answered yes to any of the above then you should definitely check this fic out #matsuhana #iwaoi #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #seijoh 4 #aoba johsai #kyouhaba #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fics #haikyuu ships

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cnnmairoll · 2 months

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PROFILES 0.2

— Before Hoes Profile

— Before Hoes Groupchat

— Funfacts!

- Suna is in Y/N's priv but she is not in his!

- Mattsun and Maki has a meme page on instagram

- Most of Mattsun's followers are those sex bots

- It's canon that Maki lingers around his friends house for TV + Wifi

- Maki tried working at Onigiri Miya once... You can see how that worked out

- Maki is the reason why Onigiri Miya has password for their wifi

— Author's Notes

Another thank you for @kunigummys for your beloveds profiles, I trust u know best ab them 🫶

Taglist : @causenessus @nursedflowers @zahrawr-writes-fanfics (open!!)

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silverflqmes · 1 year

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໒⦂ 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. seijoh hcs if they were on the road together!

genre. crack

ft. tooru oikawa, issei matsukawa, takahiro hanamaki, hajime iwaizumi

gender neutral! reader. ( not rlly mentioned tho )

➫ 𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ alright alright, he WANTED to drive.. but the vote went towards iwaizumi, and to double check they did rock paper scissors ( iwaizumi still won )

⌗ tooru was petty for the first thirty minutes, i mean it’s his car???

⌗ but eventually thought it was for the better! let him be on light duty while his subjects- i mean ahem, teammates, manage the car situation.

⌗ he does however, have control of the radio and has already plugged in his phone ( there goes one outlet ) to play spotify!

⌗ everyone complained at first but tooru’s music taste ate and left not crumbs because everyone was singing. even kyotani was nodding his head to some songs.

⌗ position wise, tooru is well, obviously in the passenger’s seat. what’s annoying is how far back he has his seat😐 and watari is like right behind him BUT SAYS NOTHING.

⌗ if the road trip is long, tooru however, will step in as a backup driver because poor poor iwa-chan gets so sleepy at night from having a NORMAL sleep schedule!! ( tooru doesn’t, this is why he has this job.. )

➫ 𝓜𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝓘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ dude him and makki are ALL the way in the back in the makeshift seats in the trunk because they are menaces and were banned from being close to the front.

⌗ jokes on them, they can pull pranks from the back — like yk that thing where they pull the string and the headrest drops, yeah. he pulled it and makki pulled the other NUMEROUS TIMES. free the second and first years.

⌗ brought all the snacks and is gatekeeping them with whoever is closest to him ( makki, kyoken and kindaichi )

⌗ ROAD GAMES!! and songs or whatever ft his besti ( and totally not boyfriend ), makki

⌗ brings almost half his bedding with him to be comfortable where he’s sitting ( so real of you mattsun ) and if you’re not oikawa, he MIGHT share lol

⌗ honestly sleeps for a good bit of the ride, just feel like he would lol especially with the pillows and blankets.

⌗ reverse, some of the boys fall asleep on him bc he’s the tallest so there’s more of him to go around LMAO he’s just stuck between makki and kindaichi

➫ 𝓗𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗜 𝓣𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ matsukawa’s second half✌️🤟🤙🤝🤞

⌗ yeah he’s in the very back too causing chaos yk the usual ( annoying the shit out of hajime and tooru because they are the real parents uncles of the team )

⌗ he brought a load of pastries tbh but the minute they ran out he got a little delulu and thought yahaba ( who sat in front of him ) was a cream puff, and was ready to pounce LMAO

⌗ mattsun held him back from doing so, thankfully — seijoh needed its back up setter, pinch and future captain in case iwaizumi finally lost his patience and put oikawa out of commission.. or because oikawa has to graduate and go be a girlboss in the big leagues!!! so hot of him- ahem anyway

⌗ dude him, kawa and mattsun are that one meme where they’re like “DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT, EVERYBODY, FEELING WARM AND BRIGHT” in the worst tone ever while iwa is just questioning his life choices

⌗ “are we there yet” every few minutes — iwaizumi literally pulls over at some point to get in the back seat and tape his mouth😭 bro was absolutely done oml

⌗ he brought a stack of cards only for them to be pokemon cards LIKE HOW DO YOU GET THAT WRONG- ( they played, anyway )

➫ 𝓘𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝓗𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ the driver ( mother ) lol

⌗ free iwaizumi he is tired and has a severe headache from these buffoons and he swears blood will be shed if SOMEBODY dares to ask AGAIN for another rest stop or if they’re there yet.

⌗ he’s got a stash of yellow red bull in a compartment for himself in case he needs to take the night shift on the road — tooru insists that no one drives but him ( unless iwa finally throws in the towel and he drives )

⌗ in terms of driving tho he’s pretty smooth, goes at a reasonable speed and is fairly calm in terms of IDIOTS on the road — but he has his moments occasionally where he gets annoyed

⌗ probably has the super specific thing he wants to see that convinced him to go on this road trip and see it through to the end ( it’s something godzilla related i bet )

⌗ usually likes to snack while he’s driving, helps keep him awake — but since he doesn’t wanna get the steering wheel dirty, he has cherries his mom pack him LMAO ( “share with the others!!” and he gatekeeps )

⌗ packed a volleyball in the trunk and portable beach volleyball set up

notes. i was gonna do all the boys originally but it became time consuming and well.. i ran out of ideas LMAO hope it was still decent<3

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coracat · 10 months

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ㅤㅤ# (verde viadinho) por coracat ! ˖♡

🗒️日付 : 05/11, coracat escreve Deus com d minúsculo e assume ser fã do oikawa ao vivo e a cores no grupo do discord do @setnation.

ㅤㅤ# (sonho de padaria) por coracat ! ˖♡

🗒️日付 : 12/11, sonho com o dia em que o kuroo vai virar gente, tomar banho e aparecer na minha casa com um buquê, amém.

🎨 考慮事項 : artes oficiais de haikyuu. link das fanfics aqui e aqui.

#spirit cover #capa fofa #capa divertida #capa para fic #capa para fanfic #haikyuu cover #haikyuu!!#bokuto #kuroo #oikawa #iwaizumi #mattsun #makki #hanamaki #matsukawa #matsuhana #iwaoi #bokuroo

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kats-fic-recs · 10 months

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the yellow room

“I told you, we broke up like six months ago. We’re not dating anymore.”

Hanamaki eyes him suspiciously. “You live together.”

“Yeah, so?”

“There are pictures of you two kissing stuck to your refrigerator.”

Hajime shrugs. “That wasn’t my idea. Anyways, they’re good pictures. Good lighting.”

#haikyuu!!#hq #haikyuu fic #haikyuu #iwaoi #iwaoi fic #iwaoi fic rec #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #oikawa tōru #fic recs #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfiction recommendation #fic rec #haikyuu fic recs #haikyuu!! fic recs #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei

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shzketches · 1 year

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MATSUHANA!!! 😭😭😭😭❤️

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mercurialtuna · 3 months

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Anyone remembers the Seijoh as Reader's pets fanfic ?

I am looking for a deleted Haikyuu fanfiction that I've read around 2020-ish? Here are all the information I could remember :

The third years of Seijoh are Reader's pets. Oikawa and Iwaizumi are dogs while Hanamaki and Issei are cats. They had a misunderstanding that reader was going to return them back to a shelter but the fic ends wholesomely ? There wasn't any romance so I can't remember how the relationships were tagged

Few Shiratorizawa characters such as Reon Oohira were tagged as they were Reader's colleagues in this fic. If I am correct, Seijoh boys were able to have a human form at night unknownst to Reader where chaos ensues.

If anyone remembers the title or the author, pls lmk ! I strongly apologize for the cross tagging !

#fanfics #haikyuu fanfiction #oikawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #iwaizumi x reader #help finding a fic #haikyuu x reader

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caandlelit · 1 year

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Matsukawa pauses at the end of the hallway and says, 'So, be honest for a second.'

'Oh, just a second? Doable,' Hanamaki says. He stops too, rocking back on his heels just once, still smiling.

Matsukawa hesitates.

Then, 'Do I have a chance with you?'

Hanamaki's smile drops.

'What are you talking about.'

'In any possible way,' Matsukawa clarifies, or, his tone is that of clarification. Hanamaki is still buffering, so it sounds like horseshit to him. 'In any universe, do you think, of any of the possible—worlds of us.'

'Worlds of us,' he repeats faintly. He'd said possible twice.

'Could I,' Matsukawa nods.

And; 'Could we? Maybe if. If you think about it, us being, going, or generally about me is there even a—chance,' he finishes.

Trails off.

A subdued, pathetic end to a question that had been sprung so casually, so nonchalant, so hey listen what's the time or yo pass me that pencil that Hanamaki is actually, sincerely reeling.

At the juxtaposition, like. The absurdity of this moment. Someone brushes past and they both take a step closer.

And; Matsukawa is 15 years and 8 months, six feet, a stupendous sixty nine kayjee worth of ease. He has never studied for a test. He talks so slowly it's offensive and squints at scary movie scenes to see them better. He spent their last cram sesh watching 'pen trick' tutorials online. He is most likely to laugh in the face of death, quietly and with his shoulders shaking.

He is flushed and slightly sweaty.

It's ten A.M. Shoes squeak against the clean hallway floors. Lockers slam shut and doors click open. Hanamaki stares for a long time at Matsukawa's twitching jaw, the red creeping into his ears, the nervous flex of long fingers as they slide up his nape into his hair.

'Answer.' Gaze fixed above Hanamaki's head.

'No?'

Dark eyes blink down to meet Hanamaki's. 'No?'

'No,' he asserts. Crosses his arms, because he's feeling a bit stupid with them hanging by his sides, leftover from when his jaw'd been hanging, just now, five seconds ago.

Matsukawa looks like his world has just ended.

Still, he asks, haltingly, 'No, as in, I don't.'

Hanamaki huffs, shifting his face pointedly away from Matsukawa's. 'No. No as in, I'm not answering that.'

He peeks though, eyes flicking to catch his reaction.

Matsukawa opens his mouth, then closes it.

And Hanamaki knows Matsukawa pretty well because it's been around eight months. Nine, maybe, he's not keeping count. So he knows Matsukawa from the cartilage jutting out the bridge of his nose to his brown, brown knees. Knows he sweats when he's nervous. Knows it goes both ways.

So he keeps quiet and keeps looking at him seriously as Matsukawa goes from worrying the inside of his lip to furrowing his brows. Waits for his forehead to clear and his lips, raw purple to part around, 'Ah.'

Matsukawa looks at him, as if for signs he's joking. Gets none.

His eyes crinkle. He wets his lips, just at the inner seam like his mouth had gone dry.

Hanamaki repeats his, 'Ah,' in a similar tone.

Matsukawa clicks his tongue, a familiar, beautiful ease returning to his body. His cheek dimpling as his lips close around a grin. 'Ah. Okay.'

Hanamaki kicks his shin lightly, and Matsukawa straightens, curving away and oh, he hadn't even noticed that.

The way Matsukawa's whole frame had turned towards him, the hallway blocked off, just them facing each other at a standstill while the rest of the world moved.

Still, stepping back doesn't stop Matsukawa's broadening smile. Self satisfied where mere minutes ago he'd been all but near-breakdown, the insufferable toerag. 'That's a yes.'

They go back enroute to class, falling into step seamlessly and Hanamaki says, trying to hold it off, or maybe attempting to protect himself from violent, amateur flirting, 'Nothing more should be said on this matter.'

Matsukawa is as resilient as a pillar. 'Maybe by you. Maybe this matter is all I personally will ever talk about.'

'Maybe you should think before you speak.'

'Maybe you should speak less confusingly.'

'Maybe you should be less easily confused.'

'Maybe you should get real.'

Hanamaki lets out a bright, giddy laugh. This really is happening. Something thrumming in him says it was always going to.

Matsukawa smiles out at their milling schoolmates, entirely content. Once more at ease. Hanamaki's own cheeks are warm, have been for a few minutes now, but he can't be mad. He's all floating on air, never been happier.

Matsukawa has a chance. More to the point, he wants one.

Hanamaki would give him his own nervous system right out from under his traitorous pink skin, because it's only nervous for him, so a chance is easy. A chance is a given.

A chance was only ever going to be given to him, if Hanamaki is honest. And now, he figures, peeking up at Matsukawa's happy flush, red ears and dimpling mouth, no one else will ever try.

Hanamaki stuffs his hands in his pockets. Walks onward. Matsukawa says, 'So, be honest again.'

'If you're asking.' Hanamaki would tell no lies, if he was asking. At the very least he'd try.

Matsukawa ducks his head but he can't hide that toothy smile, Hanamaki's already seen it. 'Do you want to skip fourth period and go—get something to eat?'

'Are you hungry?' Hanamaki asks, because he wants to know.

'No,' he admits. 'I just want to be alone with you.'

Hanamaki's nervous system is buzzing and alight, his fingertips sparking and his brain thrumming and it's like his entire body is one golden livewire.

He touches Matsukawa's sleeve, then tugs at it and Matsukawa turns, not on fire but face burning red.

'I want to be alone with you too,' Hanamaki confides, cheeks hurting with how hard he's smiling.

'Ten A.M is too early for you to talk to me like that,' Matsukawa says, sounding winded.

Hanamaki laughs, yanks on his sleeve so they can make their getaway.

It's abrupt, spontaneous and daring for the middle of the week so early in the school day but they share a look brimming with crazy excitement when they get to the closest exit.

'What if we get caught?' Matsukawa teases, crowding behind Hanamaki as he hides, flat against a wall as a janitor walks by. His body heat is momentarily everything.

'Take a fucking chance, Issei,' Hanamaki says, and finds Matsukawa's hand, fingers slipping into his.

His palm is sweaty and when he groans, it's open and born of half-delight. 'Whatever, Hiro—anything.'

The gate swings shut and they're already racing down the street.

(11:23 A.M) hanapippi: yo can u hide our bags

(11:23 A.M) hanapippi: drop them off at issei's @ the end ofthe day

(11:32 A.M) iwa seijoh: You guys are nuts

(11:32 A.M) hanapippi: we're on our first date

(11:32 A.M) iwa seijoh: Fine

(11:33 A.M) hanapippi: ur a real 1 💖

#matsuhana #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #haikyuu fic #seijoh #iwaizumi hajime #lowkey have been considering elongaaaating this one #but i do have lawnchair to think of #like im already busy... do i have time for this littleguy #tumblr is enough maybe #no warnings btw #but cleaned up

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