#matsuwaka x you

[faerielotus]

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KYOUTANI x READER

tw : murder, violence, blood, gore, smut

You’re not surprised when he slides into bed without a word. Being talkative isn’t something that you’d associate with Kentaro, especially with it being so late. What’s surprising is the distance between the two of you. He’s close, but not close enough for you to turn over and face him, to hold him. It’s a strange new practice for him. A pattern you’ve seen repeating the last couple of days.

Nonetheless it still confuses you. You know he likes to touch you, feel that you’re there; the same as you. You enjoy the way he hooks his arm over your waist, holding you tight to his chest. The sound of him slightly out of breath when he first joins you in bed, most likely from shuffling up the stairs of your rickety apartment building. But most of all you enjoy the way he smells. He always manages to smell fresh, even when he was covered in sweat from moving in the sofa that was way too big for your living room, but that you insisted on buying; or another time when he came back home, holding a hoodie covered in red splotches. Even the metallic smell was overpowered by the smell of him ingrained into your apartment.

You love everything about the man beside you. That’s why it’s so strange to you. How you know he feels the same way, but is still so far away from you. His distance continues to plague your mind. That is until he sighs, not irritated but not relaxed. Yes, you find the whole predicament strange until he sighs, scoots closer to you and holds you tight, resting his head on your neck. That’s when you forget how strange it is, and start to think about him, how he feels, how he sounds, and how he smells.

You’ve been laughing for what feels like ten minutes. One joke from Matsuwaka growing into his own personal comedy show. You can’t hear anything else anybody’s saying. Not even the music from the back of the club thrumming through your body is truly reaching you. Your drink has almost fallen out of your hands more than once, quickly being saved by the brunette sitting besides you.

You finally calm down, taking a swig from your drink and inhaling a big breathe of air. You look over to Matsuwaka, readying yourself for his next barrage of wisecracks when you notice that he’s looking over you.

You turn around and see three tall men all maneuvering through the crowds of people towards the two of you. Their attire matches the clothes that Matsuwaka is wearing, a fancy, if not slightly disheveled suit. You take brief notice of the fact that their eyes are on you, or at least shifting between you and the man you were having a conversation with. Your eyes, however, are focused on only one of those men. With a buzzcut that’s been bleached blonde and a mean look on his face you feel like shying away. His tanned skin absorbs the colors of the club lights. Over his suit he’s wearing a clashing leather jacket and overall looks a bit mean.

You realize how long you’ve been staring when they get closer, and the blonde cocks his eyebrow at you. You turn back towards Matsuwaka and nurse your drink.

“Issei.” The brunette in the middle of the three men speaks up when they reach the bar.

“Oikawa.” Matsuwaka says in a drawn out fashion, almost teasing the man in front of him. “I was coming back, I just needed something to drink”

“We can see that!” A strawberry blonde on the side of Oikawa pipes up. He yells over the loud noises of the crowd while staring at you. “My names Hanamaki, but my pals call me Makki!” He’s leaning over now and holding out his hand for you to shake.

You take his hand and introduce yourself. He slowly drops his hand from yours and looks at Matsuwaka with a sly smirk on his face.

The atmosphere is laid back, but you can’t help but feel awkward stuck between these men in suits.

“I’m sorry if I stole him,” you start, looking up to Oikawa. “The both of us were waiting for our drinks when I started a conversation.” You brush a stray hair back, one that you missed with your bobby pin when rushing out the house to meet your friends.

He looks over to you with a smile. “You’re all fine sweetheart. This one right here is responsible for himself.” That got a laugh out of you, and the angry man standing by his side focused his eyes on you. “He’s still got some work to do though, so we’re gonna have to steal him back.”

“Come on, Oikawa, I can’t leave a girl like her on her own here.” Matsuwaka said, feigning a pout and grabbing your hand.

Oikawa dramatically sucked air through his teeth and sighed. “Yeah, you’re right about that.” Oikawa shifted on his foot and turned towards the cross blonde next to him. “Well, Kyoutani already did his job for the night,” he faced forward again and smiled “Why don’t you keep the pretty girl some company Kyo-kun.”

Kyoutani stared at you with a glare and you stared back, looking at him more closely. His scowl didn’t make him any less handsome. His face was strong and his skin was glowing underneath the light. He was lean, but you could tell that underneath his suit he was toned. You looked back over to Matsuwaka who had an incredulous look on his face.

“‘Kawa, you know that’s not what I meant man.”

Oikawa’s grin widened even more. “Kyo-kun take Matsuwaka’s seat for me.” On the side of Oikawa, Makki snickered and hid his face in his elbow.

Matsuwaka grumbled as he shifted out of his seat. Kyoutani dropped himself onto it and motioned for the bartender.

“We’ll see you later Kyo-kun.” Oikawa said as he and the rest of the men walked off, arm draped over Matsuwaka’s shoulder.

You turned your body towards the bar, but kept your head facing the man beside you. Ignoring his rough look you were somewhat entranced by him. Everything from his appearance to his smell was strangely attractive to you. He started to order a drink when he looked to you.

“Do you want another?” He motioned to your drink, still with a glare on his face. You nodded with a smile and he finished ordering.

You asked him a couple of questions, mainly about Matsuwaka, how they met, their friend group, but also about him. That seemed to loosen him up enough for his brows to relax.

“And you?” He asked as the bartender set your drinks in front of you both.

“What questions are you asking me?” You said with a dopey smile.

“Anything.” He responded after taking a second to gulp his drink. His short answers made you realize how little interest he has. No, not that, how little he likes to talk. He seemed engaged even with his limited amount of interactions. That, like so many of his other qualities attracted you.

“Well,” you started, leaning your elbow on the bartop. “I think you’re hot.” You tilted your head, resting your hand on his knee.

You saw him take a small gulp and you laughed at that. He stared at his drink until he picked it up and downed the rest. He swallowed and turned to look at you again.

“Yeah?” That was the first time you saw him smile.

You wonder if you really got everything you needed. You didn’t want to head back to the store for something small. Thinking about calling Kentaro to check the kitchen, you decided to brush the idea off, remembering he left earlier that morning.

You sighed, shifting and moving your grocery bags around in your arms. You felt like you haven’t talked to him in so long, the last form of contact between you too being a kiss on your forehead as he slid out of bed. You made your way into the lobby of your apartment and up the stairs. You couldn’t tell why he was acting the way he was. You just knew that something was wrong.

Just like how you knew something was wrong when you opened the door to your shared apartment to see clothes caked in blood on the floor. You couldn’t feel your bags dropping from your hold. All you felt was fear. It doesn’t take much time for you to run into your bedroom at all.

What takes time is your realization. The realization that Kentaro’s completely fine. Wearing black joggers with his shirt stripped off, a towel hanging off his shoulder, he turns to look at you. He has a cut on his lip, but his face has no emotion. He just keeps staring at you, not a single word passing between you too.

You look down. “What happened Ken.” You look back towards the living room, motioning towards his discarded pile of clothes, already seeping into the carpet. “What happened to you.” You turned back to him taking a couple steps forward.

“Nothing.” He says turning back around, back facing you. “Some asshole had too much to say at a meeting.”

You weren’t sure what type of work Kentaro and his friends were in, but the past couple of years gave you some insight as to how violent it could be. “Kentaro,” you said demandingly. “Your clothes are soaked in blood.” You finally got close enough to him to turn him around and you noted how tense he was.

He stared down at you, this time you could see something in his face. “Are you scared of me?” He whispered.

You were taken aback, but kept your hand on his shoulder and the other on his face. “No,” you turned your head at him and frowned. “Why would you think that.”

He takes a breath, whether it’s relief or him trying to compose himself you can’t tell. He pulls your hands from him and pulls you into an embrace, inhaling your scent.

“Not important,” he finally says, toying with the bottom of your shirt. “Just help me real quick.” He kisses you, beginning to lift the bottom of your shirt, you’re distracted from the look on his face.

You can’t think about how scared he looked when he’s fumbling with your bra, grunting into your neck when you reach down to pull his sweats off.

You can’t think of anything else except the way he’s touching you, and the fresh scent coming off of him from washing off the grime and blood of a tough day.

You didn’t think you were going to go

home with the indifferent man who sat beside you for half a night, but you couldn’t deny the strong feeling of euphoria from between your legs as Kentaro slammed his hips against yours.

He grunted as he lifted your legs over his and lowered himself closer to your face, hands intertwined with yours. He moved his lips against yours and you moaned. He cursed and pulled away, biting your lip in the process.

He moved his hand down your body and you mewled, thrusting against him.

“Fuck!” He shouted, touching you, and dipping his head. You grabbed his shoulder with your free hand, trying to urge him closer. “You want me, baby?” you nodded, squinting your eyes closed and moaning. “Yeah, you want me.”

He moved his hand from you, up your body, resting on your breast for a moment, before he harshly gripped your throat. “Kyo-” you tried to say, but were overpowered by his strength and the urge to moan.

You arched your back, still trying to get closer to him. He finally caught on to the way you were flexing, and kissed you hard. He continued to pump himself in and out of you, taking time to grind into you causing you to release cut-off moans and gasps.

“Come on, baby, cum for me.” He tightened his grip on your throat, dragging his face along your neck and thrusting harder. He pushes you closer and you squeezed his hand, shaking and squeezing his cock.

“Kyo…tani” you croak, but he’s not listening, he’s pounding into you harder, holding you tighter, and now kissing you rougher.

He was close to losing control, almost crushing you with his strength, but he held back. He held back until he came, cumming inside of you and growling into your ear.

You both were out of breath but he continued thrusting into you. It took a moment for him to settle down, releasing his tight grip on you and collapsing on top of you. He rolled to the side and held you, tucking his face into your neck, taking big breaths.

You were tired and still catching your breath when you thanked yourself for going out tonight.

He gripped you tighter, kissing your neck.

He murmured. “You smell good.”

You sat still, tears slowly running down your face as the recent events of the day replayed through your mind.

Kyoutani stood in front of the counter, in between your legs, drying your washed face with a towel, and trying his best to avoid your blooming bruises and aching cuts.

You know he’s thinking the same thing as you. Probably thinking about how he bashed in the head of the man who cornered you during an afternoon outing with his friends. He was probably thinking about how scared you looked when he saw the dickhead from earlier that week groping you. You know he was thinking about if you were okay when the asshole started getting rough when you tried brushing past him.

Kyoutani set the towel down and sighed. He reached for you and you shied away. He ignored it and held your face in his hands.

“I killed for you.” He said. Staring you in the eyes and assessing the damage done to your face. You didn’t say anything and more tears rolled down your face. He tilted his head and took a moment to really look at you.

You thought about his question from a couple days ago. The fear in his eyes when he asked it. His bloodied clothes, now tossed away, probably living in some dump. Your assailant, and his bandaged body and furious face.

“He had it coming for a long time. He kept messing with me and my boys.” You couldn’t tell what he was trying to say to you. Was he trying to explain his actions, soothe you? Was he trying to convince you that his murderous rage was an outcome of the dead man’s actions and not his own violent tendencies? You didn’t care.

All that you knew was that you were scared. You were scared of your boyfriend. You loved him, but he terrified you. You started to sob. Wails escaping you as you replayed the moment when he repeatedly threw the head of the random man against a brick wall, not stopping until his skull was shattered, spilling out his most vital organ onto the pavement you both stood on.

Kyoutani didn’t try to hug you. He didn’t try to comfort you. Not even in that traumatic moment. He just picked you up and walked away, leaving his friends to clean the mess.

Kyoutani was never good at talking. Not even now. He just kept staring at you. “Are you scared of me?” He said, reaching for your face.

He didn’t look afraid this time. He looked tired, and serious. He looked like he already knew the answer and was just asking to ask.

You still didn’t say anything. Your hiccuping cries were enough of an answer for him.

He sighed and picked you up, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He laid you down onto the bed and after taking a moment to undress joined you. He hovered over you as you continued crying.

“I can still smell that dickhead’s cologne on you.” You didn’t know what to say to that either, you just kept still underneath him. He reached for the buttons on your dress and you stayed still.

You realized he was trying to get the smell off of you. He was almost scared of it.

The same way you were scared of the way he smelled. Not the fresh scent that you adored, but the metallic and almost deathly smell of blood.

This was my first fic!! I originally posted it on my other account, but I made that my personal blog. I also posted it on AO3 under Faerie_Lotus. Please please please!! Tell me what you guys think 「(°ヘ°)

[giggly-squiggily]

HI is ticklish kiss still available? if yes, can i request that with matsukawa x kuroo please? and... yeah i think it's pretty obvious who i'd like the ler and lee to be, i'm predictable like that haha

Day 10: Ticklish Kiss

You say predictable, I say someone with great taste! :D I'm starting to love this pairing, I can't deny! :D I've gotcha covered, friend :)

“Nohohohohoho, wahahait! Wahhahait, Mahahahatsu, ghehahahahaha!” Kuroo squirmed and snorted, giggles spilling over his lips as Matsukawa pressed kiss after kiss against his neck. The original plan hadn’t been a tickle fight, but as soon as those lips found that sensitive spot beneath his ear Matsukawa was suddenly a man on a mission.

“Hm? You say something, Tet?” He asked, deep voice warm with chuckles as he carried on his gentle nuzzles. “I could have sworn you were laughing- what's so funny?”

Kuroo choked out a curse, falling backwards in their shared bed as he laughed himself silly. “Steahahahahhahap it you jeehheheheherk! Mohohoohve somewhehehehre ehehehelse!” Of course, that did nothing to help his predicament. A part of him wanted to scrunch up and block out his boyfriend, while another wanted to stretch out more and let him keep going.

He rarely felt this conflicted. Matsukawa had a funny habit of bringing it out of him.

“Hm…no. I like this spot. I think I’m gonna stay here for a while.” Matsukawa leaned upward, nibbling on the base of Kuroo’s ear gently. “It seems you want me to stay here too, yes?”

“Yoohohoohu shuhhut your mohohohohuth! PFFT-gehahahahhahahaha, it tihihihiihihickles!” Kuroo squeaked, cheeks blushed a brilliant pink while he weakly shoved at Matuswaka’s chest. “Mahahhahahhahatsuuhuuhuuhuhu!”

“Yes?” His voice rumbled against his skin, only adding to Kuroo’s predicament.

“Yohoohohohohour mehehahhahahhan! Stahhahahahhap tihiihiihickling mehehehehe!”

“Mean? You don’t really mean that.” Matsuwaka pressed another kiss beneath his ear, finally making Kuroo scrunch up. “Do you truly think I’m mean?”

“Puhuhuhuhuhuhure eehehhehehehehvil!” Kuroo wheezed, knowing he was setting himself up for disaster.

Matsuwaka sat up, an amused look on his expression as Kuroo gasped for breath. “Evil, huh?”

“A straight up villain!” Kuroo nodded, grinning cheekily. “It’s okay though. I like villains.”

“So you do, huh? Alright then, I’ll show you just how evil I can be!” Matsuwaka dove back in, hands flying across all of Kuroo’s tickle spots while the other laughed helplessly once more.

I hope this was good!

[rinsaint]

hi! (idk if ur accepting requests rn-sorry 🥲) i would like to request part 3 of the pervy haikyuu boys with bokuto, tendou, oikawa, & mattsun! (IDK HOW MANY U DO SORRY ;-; ) (also i really like ur writing style, its really good<3)

ft. bokuto, mattsun, oikawa !! part 1 part 2

cw. Oblivious reader, dirty thoughts, nonconsensual, anal, peeking under readers skirt, jerking off to readers photos, stealing readers panties, breeding, blowjob, coming in mouth, teasing !!

BOKUTO: Bokuto is known to be innocent and naive. And you bet he uses that to advantage. Slinging his arm around your shoulder and ‘accidentally’ brushing his finger tips against your tits. He gives you a smile and apologizes but really, he isn’t sorry. He would give anything to feel your tits in his hands. To play and suck on them. To pinch your harden buds and to hear your moans slipping past your lips. If your back is feeling tense, expect him to come to your aid! He would massage your back and occasionally would travel his hands down to your ass. Brushing his hands slightly against it. He loves to go out with you on windy days, mostly because when you wear that cute little short skirt of yours, he gets a glimpse of your pussy lips through your panties when the wind makes your skirt lift up. And you don’t question him walking behind you all the time because last time you did, he responded saying that he just wants to make sure you’re safe. But the only reason why is to look at your ass as you walk. Which leaves him imagining his cock slipping in and out of your ass, watching as you grip onto his bed sheets begging him for more.

MATTSUN: I have this huge feeling that he definitely jerks off to your photos. Like he seriously cannot get off without thinking about you or looking at pictures of you. this slick mf steals a bunch of your panties. And when i say a lot, a lot. You have to buy a new pair every week because it goes missing. He likes to put his cock against your panties when he jerks off. He likes to cum in them and he can’t help but think about filling you up, and when he’s done, make you put back on your panties and watch as you walk outside, his cum dripping onto your panties, down your legs. Everytime you suck on a lollipop he can’t help but imagine you sucking on his cock. Your spit dribbling down your mouth, as you engulf his thick and very long cock in your mouth. Gagging when his cock hits the back of your throat repeatedly. He definitely stares at your tits a lot. And he makes it so obvious too like he does not care if you catch him. Likes to take pictures of you. Again if you are wearing a skirt, and you two are out having dinner or lunch, he would take out his phone and snap a few pictures under the table of you. If you ask him to take pictures of you so you can post them, he definitely takes a few and zooms in and takes some pics of your tits and sends them to himself.

OIKAWA: This man is so freaking freaky. Doesn’t try to hide it either. He teases you a lot. Steals a bunch of your stuff. The first ever thing he stole from you was your chapstick. He would put it on at home and would moan because he’s basically indirectly kissing you. That is the very reason why he likes to share drinks with you. Sharing straws, spoons, ect. He would give anything to feel your soft lips against his. He likes being close to you a lot. Having his arm around your neck to feel against your breasts, having his arm against your waist to slightly brush the tip of his fingers against your private. He gets hard around you a lot. I mean, how could he not? The way you drink that bottle of water and the droplets drip down to your chin which leads to it being on your chest. It has him wishing it would be his cum dripping down your chin. Definitely jerks off to you. He can’t help it. You just look so fucking sexy he can’t help himself. When you go to the beach, god he gets painfully hard. The sight of you in your cute bikini or bathing suit has him clenching his jaw and his dick jumping through his trunks. He can’t help but put the towel over him and play with himself as he gives you a small wave as you continue to play in the water. And god, he feels like he can just come on the spot when you run to him telling him you’re gonna go to the bathroom. Your tits bouncing up and down. And he can see your harden nipples through it and it has him swallowing his spit.

[datingdonovan]

excuse me it's always hq halloween group costumes this and hq favorite halloween costumes on you that and never MATTSUN who is OBSESSED with you literally no matter what you wear for halloween

he just LOVES it when you dress up don't ask me what it is. fake freckles? oh yeah. fake blood? also YES. wig? no wig? sexy makeup? goofy makeup? clown makeup? doesn't matter. Yes, yes, yes, yes, and YES. and im sorry but if your costume involves any kind of choker???? double triple quadruple YES. you could literally dress up as your favorite cartoon character or a vampire bride or some dumb pun or just a random understated background character from a show you both really like. it does NOT matter how you look, something about seeing you all dressed up just sends him straight over the moon. I mean the man is in heaven.

you come out of the bathroom all dressed and ready, and he's just sitting there on the couch, scrolling through his phone. he doesn't even glance up at you, engrossed in some game. can you blame him? he has a pretty simple outfit, so he's been ready and waiting on you for ages.

"all right, babe. let's go."

the minute you speak, his eyes are on you. the way this man's eyebrows shoot up as he registers you omg. he takes a moment to soak in every part of the costume and his eyes land on your gorgeous, gorgeous face, and then he's jumping off the couch and dragging you into a forceful kiss, practically smashing his face against yours. the way he's grabbing the small of your back, leaning forward over you, he's practically dipping you to the floor right there in the middle of the apartment. I mean the man is kissing you like there's no tomorrow.

"issei!" you laugh, pushing him away. "do not mess this outfit up before we even get to the party! it took me like an hour to put this together."

he just smacks one more loud kiss right on your lips and pulls away, smiling stupidly, his eyes wide, his shoulders sagging, absolutely putty in your hands. "never take it off."

oh and don't even get me STARTED on the next morning, when he walks in and sees you fast asleep on the couch in one of his sweatshirts, hair a mess and disparate pieces of your costume in various states of still on, halfway on, strewn across the floor, etc. he tiptoes past you to the kitchen and makes you breakfast the best he knows how, barely able to take his eyes off you the whole time. he accidentally burns one of the eggs he's frying as he stares at your sleeping face, but as he tosses it on his plate he decides it doesn't really matter. he's too distracted, head just completely full of you, thinking that he is literally the luckiest man alive.

[beann-e]

mattsukawa cheating is my religion , now follow me blindly

You’ve had a crush on mattsukawa for a while now but, you could never bring yourself to say anything

Maybe it was the way he spoke and was so sure of everything he said , maybe it was the way he towered over you and his dopey smile would show whenever you finally got him to relax and laugh after a hard game

you weren’t sure all you knew is that at this very moment you’d rather die then not tell him how you felt after so long

It’s been clawing at you for months this feeling you could never describe.

He was interested , he had to be , it was obvious in the way he would wrap his arms around your waist, his eyes looking from your lips to your eyes in a rush and even when he would tell you how beautiful you looked regardless of your matted uniform after a hard day of school while walking you home

You took a deep breath gaining all the confidence you’d never had . footsteps quick as you made your way down to the benches

Your eyes wide as you stared down on the male sitting in front of you on the bench his face stuck on the match instead of looking at you when you walked over

“ oh hey y/—“

“ I like you “

his body froze as everyone else on the court stopped moving at your small outburst it came out louder than you wanted it to but you’d gotten it out so now you had no choice but to keep going

you simply had no choice there was no saving yourself now

“ I like how your always making jokes about anything I say , how you walk me home after a long day or even when it’s just raining“ you looked to the floor

“ y/-“

“ I love how you —you —I just I really like you mattsukawa “

you brung your head up to face him as he sat still almost frozen on the bench his body stalled like he’d never taken a breath before in his life

His head whipping to look around the gym fast as his breathing stuttered “ bab— I swear —- “ his eyes were pleading “ it’s not like that “ his face fell before his head dropped “ shit — that was my last strike too — baby please I”

you turned trying to pinpoint who he was talking to as you heard a loud cough sound throughout the gym “ y/n he um “

iwaizumis body was fast as he grabbed you directing you out of the gym trying to move you quickly as your eyebrows creased . Body falling when you heard small laughs erupt from the team

“ don’t worry about that ok —how about —maybe just go home today y/n yeah ? “

“ but I —why “

he sighed as he closed the gym doors behind him eyes darting away from your own to look anywhere but at you “ h-he’s got a girlfriend “

your heart dropped

“ he um —their laughing because we were just joking a few days ago if you knew or not “

“ what —what “

“ mattsukawa was the only one who was telling us we were wrong and that you didn’t have feelings for him and that you knew he had a girlfriend and he was just being— being nice to you “

your body shuddered

“ look y/n i’m sorry —he —he owes us yen “

“ you made a bet on if I liked him or not “

“ well I mean technically we made a bet on if he would strike out with his girlfriend — he’s cheated 2 other times that she knows of but yeah —i mean when you put it like that— we kinda sound like assholes“ he laughed

“ because you are “ you felt your voice breaking holding nothing but pure pain

“ look y/n it’s not our fault you didn’t know he had a girlfriend —i’m sorry really i am but —“ he felt uncomfortable shifting his weight from foot to foot

“ oh god he’s never gonna wanna hang out with me again “

“ uh yeah— it’ll be awkward yeah “

you turned on your heel head to the floor ignoring iwaizumis protest for you to calm down and come back

“ hey watch ou— “

pulling your head up quickly but not quick enough to see the broad chest you’d bumped into your butt hitting the ground in pain

“ ow “

“ shit “ his voice was rough “ you good ? “

you shook your head even more tears threatening to fall as you broke finally

“ uh look —person—dude—I don’t know who you are“ you heard as he clapped “ honestly don’t give a fuck but your sitting on m—“

his eyes widened in fear when he met your glazed ones tears spilling down onto your chest

The silence cooling the air and bringing even more pain to your body as you thought back to every small action you mistook as love

your fingers shaking as you wiped your cheeks your hands flying to shield your eyes shaking your head at the now wet collar of the shirt you wore

body freezing when you heard a loud sharp inhale

“ so—sorry I jus—“

he groaned as he pushed you off his leg that you’d fell on without even noticing much less seeing that he’d somehow fallen with you to the ground “ uh look —I just wanted to get to practice and —your crying and shit and “

“ like I said i’m sorry “ you stood wiping off your uniform and smiling up at the boy who stared at you anger and pure disinterest hidden in his eyes trying to hide it behind his new concern for you seeing your sad eyes matched your half made smile

“ huh guess you’d be kinda hot if you weren’t covered in dry tears with snot running down your nose “

your eyes widened before you used the sleeve of your jacket to wipe your nose and face fixing your hair and clothes smiling softly

“ hot now ? “

he scoffed putting his hands in his pockets before nodding his head at you “ cute — what are you doing bumping into people in volleyball territory anyways crybaby ? “

you ignored his statement not in the right mindset to deal with it only laughing “ uh — funny story actually“

“ well you should do anything in your power to lift up my mood after you just assaulted me —a devoted ,caring, early , hardworking team member — so try me i’m not a very ‘ funny‘ person “

“ well — I thought I was walking out of here with a boyfriend “ you laughed face turning straight when you looked up to see him looking down at you with a confused and annoyed look on his own at your sudden pause

“ ok .. “

“ that — that was it “ you smiled “ that was the funny thing — that was the joke “

“ oh “ he shook his head in understanding “ that shit was trash please don’t waste your mothers obviously difficult birth delivery and become a comedian— you’ll bring shame to everyone that has the name y/n before you have a good show “

“ wow uh mood dampener huh “

“ no I just don’t like useless shit wasting my time “ he sighed “ look who are you here for anyways — you an oikawa stalker too “

“ no I was here for mattsu “ you scoffed “ he probably hates me —shouldn’t even call him nicknames “

“ if he hates you he’s an asshole “

he shifted on his foot trying to pay attention to you closely “ lemme guess no one told you he had a girlfriend — not even him“

he played with his backpack straps “ typically — likes to play the field anyways likes to— keep his options open I guess “

“ asshole “

“ yeah — I guess “

“ god and I really thought I loved him I thought I was gonna go in there tell him I liked him and just — walk out with a boyfrie— “

“ sorry princesa life doesn’t work like that “

“ yeah “

“ sucks though but trust me you’ll get your sweet revenge in a few seconds “

“ h-huh “

“ yeah give it a minute I know what i’m talking about“ he nodded at the volleyball doors which made you turn around to see it from his angle hoping to see something different other than just doors

“ as much as I hate everyone — they still seem to try to talk to me and incorporate me in things i don’t like and —would rather not know“

your eyebrows furrowed “ and “

“ and I’m a flat out asshole and people still talk to me — like your doing now — his girlfriend did it too “

“ why would his girlfrien— “

“ mai please — please I — it doesnt have to be like this “

the echo of the gym doors slamming open took you by surprise as you watched mattsukawa race out after a female who wore the same uniform as you

“ mai please don’t — don’t leave like this “ he laughed lightly “ baby — babe we can fix this please“

“ tell that to the other 7 girls who swear their in love with you mattsukawa—8 making the love confession I just saw “

you folded into yourself at the words the boy next to you rolling his eyes and yanking you gently into him his hand coming out to play drums on your head while you two watched the scene unfold

“ what — but I — I don’t love them I love you — I just got a bit “ he shrugged his shoulders “ a bit bored —come on it’s normal “

“ well I guess you could say the same goes for me “

“ no your — your lying you we’re hap— “

“ I was lying this is just helping me break up with you honestly — I was bored of you too—it was a matter of time before I broke it off really — I almost broke up with you at your match the other day but even I was like that’s too much pain after you’d just lost 2 sets to karasuno “

“ bab— “

“ have fun mattsu—chan it was not nice at all no kind words all bad reviews “ she waved before exiting and leaving him in visible pain

his body shaking as he turned to look down the hallway eyes heavy on yours a soft smile developing on his face “ y/n “

you jumped as you spoke “ mat-“

“ what um —what are you y’know doing out here “ he blinked between you and the other male voice growing accusing and territorial “ I thought you went home “

“ no I “

“ another love confession huh ? “ he laughed” that quick? I thought I would’ve at least had a restart —or gotten some time to say yes “

“ huh “

“ I mean you like me right “

you shook your head in a yes the male next to you scoffing speaking lowly to himself “ still“

“ so now that i’m free do—do you maybe want to uh want to hang out “

you smiled moving towards mattsukawa as the boy above you slapped your head harshly sending you flying back into his chest again

“ holy fuck mad dog chill out why are you slapping ‘em —being so rough with my admirer —fucking lunatic “

he growled at the boy across from you before speaking “ you have class don’t you — think it’s uh english right ?“

“ I mean yeah but I would like to tal— “ you shook your head “ wait how’d you know what class I have “ you shook your head even faster when you thought back to earlier “ AND HOW DID YOU KNOW MY NAME EARLIER I DIDNT TEL— “

his body going warm at his earlier slip up he was hoping you’d forgotten “ how about you get to it “

“ no I “ your eyebrows furrowed at the male you were about to get your long time crush to ask you out why would you leave “ no I— I don’t want to walk out of here empty hande— “

“ well how about you do walk out of here with one “ your eyes shot up to his in confusion ok now you had no clue what was going on and honestly just upset with the male in front of you “ huh—huh “

“ a boyfriend that was your joke right ? you wanted to walk out of here with a boyfriend and you thought you would fall in love with him and shit “

you shook your head in confusion “ I —I guess “

“ ok then your free to leave happily — baby your walking out of here with one —go on “

your heart went crazy “ excuse me “

“ your talking too fucking much — ‘ts annoying me I said “ he got rougher with his words he tried to be nice but it was obvious you weren’t one of those people who understood unless it was dumbed down for you

“ your walking out of here with a boyfriend — a good one and we both know this assholes not one so you can only guess the only other person in this hallway is your new boyfriend so shoo shoo — you little pest go to class i’ll take you home“

you felt as he grabbed your shoulders pushing you towards the doors and not turning back around until he watched you walk out

energy shifting as soon as your body was out of earshot and snapping to the taller male in front of him “I liked ‘em first dipshit“

his shoulder bumping into mattsukawas forcefully causing the boy to stumble back “ ill be damned if you fuck with em’ before I do — especially if you don’t plan on giving em’ the best “

[writers-worst-nightmare]

hi congrats on your milestone!! could I request matsukawa and prompt "it'll be our little secret" thank you!

When He Loves Me (I feel like I am floating)

Pairing(s): Matsukawa x reader

Warning(s): cussing, 18+ themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, pregnancy, cheating, stripper things

A/N: thank you babes! I love Haikyuu it is one of my comfort anime’s :)

Request always open!

100+ followed event

Pronouns: gn but reader gets pregnant and is a stripper so…

Issei and you have been together since High School of freshman year. You two where deemed cutest couple, everything that people wanted. However, there was always one problem throat clung to you like thick vines wrapping around your body and dragging you in thick and sticky water that you couldn’t see the bottom of. It was as simple as Issei and you where never dating each other. I mean sure you have been “together” but that has only been a few night-stands or drunk night calls. The two of you lived a life separate from each other and yet everyone thinks that the two of you are dating and asking when the wedding is. He has a wife but everyone thinks she is just one of those friends that you fort with a lot and you where quiet happy being single. Of course Issei and you had been friends since High School and everyone refused to believe that was possible for some unknown reason. It was finally what your high school called “throw back Thursday” where they dropped everyone off at a bar and said to get along. Half the people there ended up with babies by the end of the night. Since you where a stripper all of the men where all over you. You never really complained though, it was always paying great money and you some people where decent with sex. But you never seemed satisfied when somebody asked for a private show. Everyone except for Issei, it had been a running joke that if you became a striper Issei would come to every show on the weekend. And he kept his promise (somehow). Now being how he had a wife and kids the private shows for him always kept the steady flow of adrenaline going through your veins as he went down on you. He liked to live life on the edge and was amazing at keeping it both casual and tough during sex. It was dangerous, it was scandalous, and you loved it.

”Hey I am going on stage two!” You announced loudly as cast a narrowed gaze behind your shoulder.

“Is your boyfriend going to be there?” Kenma teased, his eyes glinting with mischievous meaning as he pulled his outfit over him.

“For the last time Kenma he is not my boyfriend!” You hissed, poking at Kenna’s chest. Kenma rolled his cat-like eyes.

”Whatever you say, can I join you on stage two? I think I saw some top girls looking for a Femboy,” Kenma inquired, you hummed thoughtfully before nodding your head in agreement.

You and Kenma went down to stage two and sure enough there where definitely some top girls looking for a femboy to fuck. Unluckily for Kenma they didn’t seem like his type. They all seemed fake and dull of personality. But, from what you heard, it was those types of girls that serves the best sex. You looked around the crowd before seeing  Issei and waving to him before getting on a pole. Kenma happily joined you as the two you synced the dancing, the crowd was wild me sweaty as it was late in the night and everybody's last shift before new people came in. Slowly you got off the pole and went to Issei and straddled his hips. You bit back a fit of laughter as Issei jokingly scrunched up his nose in disgust.

“Why don’t we get the fuck out of here before Kenma starts teasing me…” You giggled, Issei nodded his head and followed you into another room. Issei sat on the bed with his legs sprawled out. You pulled out some drinks and looked at Issei.

“Do you want something to drink?” You prompted, while taking a sip of some wine.

“Whiskey.” Issei answered plainly, you giggled at the black-haired males request of drink.

”Something happen with the Wife?”

”That son of a bitch keeps saying that I am being ‘too distant’ can you believe it?!”

You scoffed at the man’s words, they seemed to burn holes into the wife that he oh-so-loved.

“Why don’t you just divorce her again?”

”Don’t have a good reason to divorce her yet, and you have to admit to picks up the fun in sex!”

He was right, you both liked the thrill that sex brought up when the image of getting caught where basically embedded in both of your brains. But besides that. The sex was the same, it was the thrill that made it different and made you crave more.

Issei

He is so fucking addictive

***

Before you knew it you where flipped from the table and brought up with your ass in the air and Issei with his cock buried deep within you. He kept snapping his hips back and forth and back and forth. The sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the bedroom. Your tongue looked to the side and eyes rolled back. Behind you was Issei, he was hovering over your fragile body, hair sticking to the sides of his head. Both of you lost in wonderland as he kept going harder and harder. Hips slamming again and again and again. Closing your eyes you hid your face into a pillow as Issei slammed his cock in just the right spot where you see stars. You opened your mouth and moaned loudly into the pillow (thank goodness not out of the pillow or the crew would have more to talk about then you having a few hickey’s by the end of Issei’s session).

*few months later*

You opened your eyes and saw the third pregnancy test turn into positive, with a groan and a stumped Issei beside you you looked to the male for comfort. “It can be our little secret…” Issei muttered as he went on his knees and kissed your stomach.

[realcube]

late night drives with haikyuu!! boys 🚗

parings: ryū tanaka x reader, matsukawa x reader, akaashi x reader

tw// driving, mentions of running over ppl erm, swearing

Ryūnosuke Tanaka

you could text him at 4AM with something simple like ‘you up?’

and by 4:05AM, he’ll text you like ‘yea. come out 🤪’ and be waiting in his car outside your house

and obviously you’d get in, i mean, why wouldn’t you?

when you ask him where y’all are going he’s just like “eh, no where. just enjoy the ride.”

but you know this man isn’t boutta waste his gas on nothing- y’all are getting chicken nuggets from mcdonald’s whether you like it or not

or maybe energy drinks from a gas station but either way, there is no way he is just gonna drive around for the hell of it 

also, i firmly believe that his driving purely depends on who he’s driving with 

like if he is with his parents or a senpai, he’s on his best behaviour; indicating, driving slightly below the speed limit, no music or radio, keeping his eyes on the road and being an all around angel tanaka 😇

but if he is with noya or his kohai, he’s a maniac 

arguably worse than saeko

fuck the curb, fuck the indicator, fuck the speed limit, fuck the traffic lights and fuck the old people crossing the road- i hope they like the underneath of tanaka’s car

despite the fact that yamaguchi is screaming for his life and kageyama is saying is prayers in the back seat, noya is still hyping up tanaka and ofc he wants to seem cool in front of his friends

however, if you are in the car with him, he just drives normally 

and if anything, slightly on the cautious side considering that it’s usually night when he drives with you 

anyway, when you’re not making a pit-stop at a fast food place or a 24-hour supermarket, you’re just chatting about random stuff in the comfort of his car

“It wouldn’t be naked, it still has skin; it’d be homeless because the shell is it’s home.” You groaned, rubbing your temples.

“Uh, that makes no sense- so, if I take my clothes off right now and go out into the middle of the street, is it not streaking because I have skin? No, so the crab would be naked because the shell is the only thing keeping it decent.” Tanaka retorted, the expression of his face making it clear that he felt like some sort of genius

“The crab lives in the shell though! So, if you take away where somebody lives- they’d be homeless! If I burnt your house down, would you be naked or homeless?”

“uh, both?”

Issei Matsukawa

sometimes he’ll randomly just pull up at your house at like 2AM and text you like ‘come outside >:)’

so god forbid that you’re asleep and you don’t wake up within 5 minutes of him texting you or else he’ll honk his horn

which i believe is illegal after midnight in many countries but as if he cares tbh

eventually, you’d shamble outside and collapse onto the passenger seat of his car

and every time he’d poke fun at how tired you are 

“awh, is baby (Y/N) sweepy?”

and you’d ignore him 

you don’t need to ask him where he’s taking you because he never takes you anywhere

he always takes the same route around the town and just vibe with you in the car

the only thing that ever changes is whether you end up at your own house or at his house at the end of the ride

and unless you ask him to drop you off at your house, he’ll just let you stay the night at his 

the reason for these random late-night trips are unknown and they are scheduled inconsistently 

but if you have to take a guess, you’d probably think it had something do with stress

because whenever matsukawa would show up outside your house, hoping that you’d go on a little adventure with him to admire the night and enjoy each other’s presence, it was usually a few days before a big event

like a volleyball game, an exam, a surgery etc

and your guess would be correct 

as although matsukawa would never admit it, your presence greatly relaxes him

that’s why he likes to see you in the bleachers at his games, hug you before he does an exam or hold your hand before he gets put on anaesthetic

so these little midnight drives filled with unfiltered chatter and sleepy affection help him feel supported

Keiji Akaashi

at the start of every month (or so), y’all select a book you’ll both try to read during the month 

and once you both finish the book, akaashi will schedule a night to roll up to your house at around midnight to go on something he likes to call ‘bookworm dates’

basically, he drives you to the countryside to stargaze while you discuss how good/bad the book was and give it a review lol

he always brings a little picnic basket too and sometimes while he is driving, he’ll say he’s hungry

so ofc you’d immediately lean into the back seat to sneak into the basket and pull out some strawberries or an after eight 

(yes akaashi eats after eights have you seen him?) 

then pop it into his mouth

he’ll murmur a thanks and as much as he tries to hide it, you can see he pink tint dusting his cheeks

he enjoys chatting with you in the car but he’ll also put on some faint lo-fi music in the background just to add to the ambience

well, it’s either lo-fi, indie or orchestra-

his driving is quite calm tbh 

always doing a bit under the speed limit but other than that, he abides by all the laws of the road 

also, during these nights akaashi can get extra talkative if you mention the right thing and he will ramble if you give him the chance

like he could go on and on about the writer’s clever yet subtle use of symbolism throughout the piece and how it adds to the overall theme; but only when he is driving or staring at the sky

because his mind always seems to wander and sometimes just stops functioning all together when he tries to look you in the eye when he speaks 

it’s not that you are intimidating or anything- it’s just the way the light reflects in your eye or longing laced in your gaze which simply makes his knees weak (^///^)

so expect all the issues that he has pent up in his system to come pouring out during your late night drives while his eyes are fixated on the road and his mind is fixated on you

[t0shii]

% hq boys teaching you how to kiss

.! suna, matsukawa, bokuto (sep) x gn!r

.! fluff/ mattsun's is a lil angsty but not rlly, lightly proofread

.! suna rintaro pls teach me how to kiss next! thanks

suna

"rin, will you teach me how.... to kiss?" when you had originally asked, the both of you were chill about it, but now that it was about to happen your heart was racing faster than car. "okay sorry if i mess up... i'll admit i'm a little nervous." you confess shyly, heat rushing to your face. "well it's your first time so it's normal to mess up and be nervous. he explains, sitting down on the floor in front of you. he was close, really close. like you could feel his breath on your lips close, he cups your face with his calloused hands and pressed his forehead against yours, "tell me if you get uncomfortable or anything." the truth was, he had been wanting to kiss you for three long years now, so when you had originally asked, who was he to say no to a kiss with his crush of three years? he was a nervous wreck but kept his cool as to not make you anymore nervous than you already were, and the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. he waits for your, "mhm." before gently placing his lips on yours.

he leads the kiss but isn't too aggressive, actually, he was extremely gentle and the kiss felt genuine. he pulled away every now and then to let you catch your breath and make sure you weren't uncomfortable. the kiss began getting oddly heated and for once he didn't know what to do, he pulls away causing you to internally pout. "are you sure you've never done this before?" he raises an eyebrow, your mouth drops, "what's that supposed to mean?", "it means you're not half bad." you decide to take the compliment, awkward silence filling the narrow space between the two of you. "y/n.", butterflies swirling in your stomach at the sound of your name on his lips, his face goes red as he clears his throat, avoiding eye contact with you, "can i... can i kiss you again?" who were you to say no to a kiss with your crush of three years?

matsuwaka

"issei, can i ask you a favor?", "depends on the favor.", "i want you to teach me how to kiss." and that's how you got into this situation that you were starting to regret as he smirked at you and teased you so much you were a stuttering mess. when you asked, you didn't mean right then and there but he was definitely up for it, giving you a sarcastic "that's an odd favor but how can i say no to you?". suddenly the teasing comes to a halt and his face inches closer and closer to your own, "is this okay?" he asks gently you give him a nod in return, unable to utter anything more than a shakey, "mhm." he interlocks his lips with yours, starting slow and soft, which you were grateful for. he breaks apart, gives you a stern "tell me when you want to stop." and waits for your approval to kiss you again, creating a steady pace, allowing you to experiment and familiarize yourself with the feeling.

as time passes, the kiss gets a little too heated for mattsun's liking and he breaks apart. "did i do something wrong?" you panic, worried you made him uncomfortable which results in a laugh from your best-friend which causes confusion in you. "no you did nothing wrong, it's me actually." you look at him with a puzzled look on your face. 'i guess now's a better time than never, fuck it.' he thinks to himself. "you do know i like you right, like... like like you. a lot. for a year now. how can i keep kissing you like this knowing i'll only be your friend after?" your mouth drops at his confession, "i-i had no idea." you mumble, suddenly embarrassed and feeling guilty that you had even asked him this in the first place. "it's not your fault." he sighs, "i just-" he's cut off by you pulling him into a hard kiss, cupping your hands over his cheeks. when you break apart he's actually dumbfounded, "why you you ask me out then?"

bokuto

"bo, i need to ask you something, but don't freak out." you speak, causing your energetic friend to move his attention to you. he looks down at your laying figure on top of his own. "what's up?", "i want you to... teach me... how to kiss.... BUT don't feel pressured to say yes or anything." he looks at you for a minute, "you want me to? are you sure?" he's a little shocked at first. "yeah.", "okay let's do it then! right now? we can do it now if you want." he starts getting excited, but calms himself down so he doesn't make you uncomfortable. "well we can whenever you want, it doesn't have to be now." he gushed, a blush forming on his face, 'play it cool kotaro dont make them uncomfortable'. he mentally scolds himself. you think on it for a moment, "hmm right now might be best." you mumble, the both of you sit up so that, you're straddling his waist. he looks down at you and studies your features, 'an angel' is all he can say to describe you in the moment, hair a little messy from the nap you had woken up from not to long ago, sleep still apparent on your face, the slight bags under your eyes suited you nicely, he thought.

"can i kiss you?" he blurts out, face turning bright red in the process. you giggle out a "yes" and immediately his lips are attached to yours. it's a spontaneous, exciting kind of kiss, a little rushed, which was expected from him. you bring your hands up to tug on the hair attached his neck, resulting in a little groan from him which you paid no mind to. he suddenly breaks apart from your kiss, eyebrows furrowing and his mouth forming a frown, "y/n you like me, right?", immediately heat rushes to your own cheeks as you give him a nod 'yes', "okay good." he breathes, giving you a peck on the lips before pressing his forehead onto yours, "because i like you too so this means we're dating now, if thats okay with you."

[rivashi]

— scenario m.list

hq

hypocrite | oikawa tooru x afab!reader, iwaizumi hajime x afab!reader

nsfw, smut, angst, fluff, timeskip!au | 645 words

deceived | ???!matsuwaka issei x afab!reader (collab piece)

nsfw, dc, smut, slight angst? (idk, maybe if you squint), thriller? to wholesome, eventual fluff, established relationship, medieval fantasy!au, timeskip!au, porn w/ plot | 3.0k words

genshin

not between us | thoma x gn!reader (ft. diluc)

angst, hurt/no comfort | 502 words

obey me

twisted wonderland

miscellaneous

[autumnsart22]

Oikawa x reader: Final chapter

Last chapter everyone! Thank you so much if you made it this far, I really appreciate all the likes it makes me so happy if people enjoy it. Love you all 💕💕

Three months later: 

I sat on my bed, fist curled around the letter in my hand. I felt numb, my lips trembling as shock and disappointment seeped down to my bones. I had ended up applying to four large art schools in Japan, not telling my parents about my plans. 

But now...I stared at the crumpled rejection letter in my hand. It had been my second choice, and one of the easier ones to get into. I had sent a portfolio of my best artwork, and with Oikawa and Iwaizumi’s encouragement, I had actually begun to think I could get in. 

Lip trembling, I slowly placed the letter aside and grabbed my phone, dialing before I could think. It was already 1am, but I didn’t hesitate as I began to sob. 

Oikawa answered on the second ring, his voice light over the other end. “Hey Chibi-chan, what’s up?”

I couldn’t speak, not even feeling embarrassed as I sobbed into the receiver. 

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” His voice turned instantly serious and urgent. “Did something happen?”

“I-I-” I blubbered. “I didn’t-”

I heard shuffling over the other end. “Are you at home?”

“Y-yes.” 

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Stay on the phone ok?”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Thanks, Oikawa,” I whispered, tears still sliding down my cheeks. 

He talked the whole drive, telling me about the alien movie he had seen the other night, and the meteor shower that was coming up. By the time he was in front of my house, I was giggling a little bit. 

The second I unlocked the door for him, he stepped over the threshold and dragged me into a hug. I buried my face in his chest, new tears streaming down my face and covering his shirt with snot. 

“Hey, it’s ok,” Oikawa murmured, stroking my hair. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs.”

I clutched his shirt as we walked up the stairs together, and when we made it to my room, he tugged me onto the bed and hugged me tightly. “What’s wrong?” 

I slowly reached over to the bedside table and handed him the crumpled letter. “I--I didn’t get in.” 

Oikawa read it quickly, his eyes hard. “Chibi-chan…” He leaned over and hugged me, practically squeezing the air from my lungs. “It’s ok. You only got rejected from one, and there’s three more to go. It doesn’t matter.”

“But I wasn’t...I wasn’t good enough--” 

“You’re totally perfect. Your art is amazing, and those fuckers didn’t deserve you anyway.” 

I hugged him, my fingers digging into his shirt. “Ok.” 

He laughed a little. “You’re amazing.” 

I tilted my head back to look at him. “Stop,” I poked him, laughing. “You’re just being ridiculous.” 

“Nope, I’m serious.” 

I hugged him around the waist, letting out a low sigh. “If I’m incredible, then you are too.” 

I felt him shrug. “If you say so, Chibi-chan.” 

I began to tickle him, and he shrieked, falling back. “HAHAHA NO STOP!” 

He wrapped me around the waist and pulled me on top of him, preventing me from tickling him but effectively causing me to be tangled up in his arms, inches from his face. I paused for a long moment, wishing wishing wishing, but he wasn’t interested in me like that. If I made a move, I would ruin our friendship and make things awkward. It was better to just enjoy things how they were now, no matter how much it hurt. 

        ✨✨✨✨

“What time are we leaving?” I glanced over my shoulder at Kiyoko, pausing my makeup application. 

“Twenty minutes! Are you ready?”

“Yeah, pretty much. You?”

“Mhm!” Her smokey eyeshadow made her eyes look catlike and hot, and her booty shorts hugged her legs. 

“Damn girl!” I grinned, and she laughed. 

Atsumu and Osamu Miya were throwing a house party, and Kiyoko and I had gotten invited through friends. 

I tugged my tube top over my head, hiking my jeans up and tugging my hair into a messy bun. It was simple, but apparently the house party was supposed to be pretty casual. 

Kiyoko and I pulled up in front of the house, which was already pounding with music and crowded with people. I followed my friend inside, instantly surrounded by drunk and high people, dancing wildly around the room. 

“Ugh, I need a drink.” Kiyoko said, and I laughed. 

“Ok, I’ll see you in a bit. I’m going to try and find Aoba Johsai.” 

She gave me a thumbs up, and disappeared into the crowd. 

I began my search, scanning the many people standing around and sitting on couches, looking for a familiar face. I spotted Iwaizumi after ten minutes, sitting in an armchair with Matsuwaka, Hanamaki, and Yahaba around him. 

“Hey guys,” I grinned, taking a seat next to Hanamaki. 

“Want some?” Yahaba held up a joint. I grinned and nodded, lighting the end and taking a fat hit. 

The rest of Aoba Johsai joined over the course of the hour, bringing over more weed, cigarettes, and alcohol. I ended up getting so crossfaded, I could barely speak, and ended up just listening and laughing along to my friends’ conversations. 

It didn’t take long for me to have to go to the bathroom really bad, after all the drinks I had passed through to my bladder. “I-bathroom-” I slurred, stumbling to my feet and making my way in the direction of the bathroom. 

It took a lot longer than I expected, since I got distracted a few times. First by Bokuto, who dragged me off to play a round of beer pong, before I failed so badly that he kicked me off the team. The second time was because I spotted Karasuno and hung out with them for a little, almost peeing my pants when Kageyama tried to take a shot of whiskey and ended up spitting it everywhere.

I finally made it to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face and laughing at my haggard appearance. Damn, I looked horrendous. 

After a few minutes, I heard a knock on the door. “Hey, Y/n-chan, are you in there?” 

“Oikawa?” I opened the bathroom door, blinking blearily at the setter. “What are you doing here?”

“Have you been in here this whole time? You’ve been gone for over an hour.”

“Oh,” I began to giggle, hand over my mouth. “No, I just got here.”

“Well thank god you didn’t get kidnapped or something.” He rolled his eyes and smirked. “Damn, you’re really fucked up.”

I shrugged. “Nawwww, not really.” I totally was. 

I gazed at him for a long moment, my eyes moving along his face. His hair was messy and sticking up every which way, his shirt was rumpled, and his eyes were red and glassy, but I had never seen a more attractive person. 

“Oikawa…” I let out a long sigh, fists clenching. I wanted to tell him. I bit my lip and turned to face him, suddenly determined. I finally was going to say what I had been thinking for months.

 “I think I’m in love with you.”  

The setter blinked, his brain clearly not completely there. “W-wait what?” 

My thoughts were catching up to my actions, my sober mind realizing what I had just done. Oh...fuck no. “I-I-” 

“What--” He looked blindsided, as if he had been slapped. Oh god, he wasn’t saying anything. 

Bile rose in my throat so fast, I thought I was going to choke. Instead, I slapped a hand over my mouth and stumbled from the bathroom, needing to get away from the words I wished I could take back. Hadn’t I JUST promised myself I wouldn’t confess? 

I heard him behind me, telling me to wait, but I half sprinted, half careened back into the crowd. Kiyoko, where was Kiyoko? She’d know what to do. 

I spotted Karasuno after only a moment, and I thanked the lord for my luck. 

“Oh god, please hide me, please. I just fucked up so bad,” I gasped. 

Daichi, Tsukki, Asahi, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, and Hinata blinked at me in shock, but Kiyoko moved to help me. 

“What’s going on?” She whisper shouted as she forced Asahi to give up his large sweatshirt. 

“I just accidentally confessed to Oikawa,” I murmured, feeling tears threaten. I pulled on the jacket, tugging the hood up over my head. “I need to get out of here, I feel like I’m going to pass out if I don’t.” 

“Calm down with the dramatics,” Tsukki said, but scanned the room, clearly keeping an eye out for Oikawa to see if he was nearby. 

“I’m sober, I can drive you home,” Daichi said. “I wanted to get going anyway.”

“Y/n, you confessed what?” Hinata asked, and I went red. Kageyama looked shocked, and Yamaguchi smiled sweetly. 

“He’s coming this direction!” Asahi said, and Hinata leapt to his feet without hesitation. 

“Great King!” He ran and jumped in Oikawa’s path, preventing Seijoh’s captain from noticing me. 

“Hey short fry, I’m looking for Y/n-chan. Have you seen her?”

Dachi grabbed my arm, practically dragging me from the party as I heard Hinata continuing to distract Oikawa behind us. 

“Thank you for doing this,” I said to Daichi, who grinned. 

“I can’t believe you told him you liked him.” 

“I--” I could barely say it. “I told him I loved him, actually.”

Daichi looked momentarily shocked. “Oh--wow ok.”

My lower lip trembled. “He didn’t...say anything.” 

“Just blame it on the alcohol!” 

I sighed, leaning my head back against the passenger seat. “I don’t know if that will work.” 

Oikawa POV: 

I think I’m in love with you. 

I had imagined her saying those exact words so many times, knowing it would never actually come true. How could this be real? When she had said it, my mind had gone blank. I didn’t understand. Was she kidding? Did she mistake me for someone else? Being high didn’t particularly help, and by the time I had processed her words, she was already stumbling from the bathroom and disappearing. 

No, I needed to find her. I had to tell her…

Y/n POV: 

27 missed calls from Oikawa. 

“What?” I muttered, glaring at my phone. That couldn’t be right. I buried my face in my pillow, embarrassment making my face burn red. Daichi had dropped me off two hours ago, and I hadn’t stopped receiving calls for the entirety of that time. I had considered answering the phone a few times, but forced myself not to. This conversation had to take place face to face. 

It was Saturday, which meant that I had all of Sunday to come to terms with the rejection that was probably coming my way. I was sure after that Oikawa wouldn’t let me avoid him anymore. 

Obviously, that was easier said than done. I researched “10 Ways to Get over a Guy,” and “Methods for Self Love” but it seemed the two biggest ways to help were distance and time, neither of which I had. Instead, I would have to just toughen myself up. 

Monday came, and I did the best I could to avoid Oikawa. I didn’t talk to Iwaizumi either, quite sure that he knew of what had happened. Instead, I kept my head down, skipped the class I had with Oikawa, and ate lunch in my car. 

Unfortunately, as I expected, it didn’t last. 

I ended up being late to my last class of the day, since my previous teacher had to discuss an assignment with me and kept me over time. The halls were empty as I speed walked across the school, exhaustion weighing heavy. I considered just ditching, but I had already skipped one class, and I didn’t want to rack that number up. 

As I got to the end of the hall, I heard the sound of someone running behind me. Before I could turn around, a hand grabbed me around the wrist and wanked me into an empty side classroom. 

“What the--” 

A hand went gently over my mouth, silencing me, and I blinked in shock as I stared into Oikawa’s brown eyes. 

“Finally found you,” he panted. 

“What are you doing?” I mumbled around his hand. 

“You’ve been avoiding me all weekend.”

I looked away, feeling my face flush. “N-no, I was just busy.” 

His eyes narrowed. “Right.” 

I shoved his hand away and wiped my mouth, glancing towards the door. 

Oikawa’s hand slammed next to my head, effectively blocking my exit with his arm. “Where are you going?”

My breath shuddered out in a loud huff. “No where.” 

He tilted his head, leaning towards me. “What did you mean on Saturday night at the party?” “Huh?” I decided that playing stupid was the best course of action for now. 

With the hand that wasn’t blocking my exit, Oikawa grabbed my chin and lifted it so I was forced to look into his eyes. “Did you mean it?” I was blushing so much, I felt like my skin was probably boiling. “I was drunk I-I don’t know what--I don’t want this to ruin our friendship--just forget it--” 

“Tell me the truth, Chibi-chan.” 

I opened my mouth. 

“I-I love you.” 

Oikawa’s eyes widened, his mouth parting as his cheeks flamed. “You--”

He paused, both of his hands coming to cup my cheeks. I bit my lip, trying to pull away, my embarrassment eating me up inside. 

“Just forget it, it’s not--” I gasped as Oikawa’s lips crashed against mine, effectively silencing me. My eyes drifted shut and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his mouth moved down to my neck, his hands sliding around my waist. 

He pulled away, eyes wide. His fingers ran along my cheekbone and he crushed me in a hug. “I-I’m so happy! I didn’t think...” He laughed. 

I stared at him, my brain slightly short circuited. “Wha--” He leaned down, eyes intense and a small smile on his face. “I love you Chibi-chan, so much.” 

I blinked a few times, before I began to giggle hysterically. Oikawa brushed the hair away from my face and kissed me again, making my head spin. His lips were so soft, and I tugged my hands through his hair, making a small noise as his tongue moved across my bottom lip. 

Suddenly the school bell rang, signalling that we were officially late, and I jumped violently away from Oikawa. 

“What about class?” I asked, still on a weird high and feeling slightly delirious. 

Oikawa huffed a laugh, running a hand through his now-tossled hair. “I guess I’m out of practice with my kissing.” 

“Huh?” I was confused, because he definitely wasn’t…

He leaned down, nose brushing mine. “If you’re thinking about class at a time like this, I clearly have to do better.”

I opened my mouth, my heart practically beating out of my chest. “Do better?” 

Oikawa’s smile turned smug, and he poked my cheek. “You’re so cute! But you’re right, we should probably go to class.” He pulled away, leaving my legs shaking and face red. 

“What? But you just said--”

“Woah, are you saying you want to prioritize me over your education?”

I glared at him, rolling my eyes. “Ugh, can I take back my earlier statement about loving you?”

Oikawa smiled bright as the sun, and he hugged me tightly. “I’ll see you after class.” 

      ✨✨✨✨

Chemistry was one of the longest two hours of my entire life. By the time the bell rang, I was so jittery that I couldn’t keep my hands still. I practically ran out the door, hitching my bag on my shoulder as I went. 

The hall was crowded as I waded towards the door, but I spotted Oikawa outside almost immediately, his eyes scanning the groups of people as they walked by. I instantly felt my face split open into a smile, and I ran over to him. 

“Oikawa!”

He spun around, happiness lighting up his features. 

“Y/n-chan!” He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into a tight hug. 

I smiled up at him. “How was your class?” “Uhhhh…” Iwaizumi emerged from the crowd, eyebrows raised as he took in Oikawa and I’s close proximity. “Is there something…”

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa practically bounced over to his friend. “Y/n loves me!” 

I felt my face growing red, and Iwaizumi blinked. “Ok, cool. That took a while.” 

“Huh?” 

He rolled his eyes. “Forget it. I’m glad you guys finally figured it out.” 

Oikawa threw his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side, and I felt myself relax. I didn’t know I could be so happy. 

1 month later (this is not the actual official canon outcome in the show, but I changed it for my own story): 

“Go go go go go Seijoh!” 

“Go go go go go Seijoh!” 

Oikawa spun the ball in his hands, preparing for his serve. I could see the sweat glistening on his forehead, proof of the exhaustion that the whole team felt. 

It was the third and final set of spring nationals against Shiritorizawa and Ushijima. Aoba Johsai was playing the best I had ever seen, all of our hard work finally paying off. Shiritorizawa was the best team in the prefecture though, and they didn’t disappoint. Both teams had won one set, and we were now neck and neck in the final one. 

Even though I wasn’t out on the court, my heart raced and my fingers shook as I cheered on my team. I was so proud of them, even if they didn’t win. 

Oikawa slammed a vicious serve, gaining our team another point, but the next one was received and set spiralling into the air. 

“Chance ball!”

Watari received it, and Hanamaki sent it in Oikawa’s direction. 

“Iwaizumi!” 

Iwa was already in the air as Oikawa set it to him, and I gasped as the ball slammed through the hands of the blockers and hit the floor on the other side of the net. 

“YES!!!” I screamed, looking at the score board. We were so close to winning…

My heart in my throat, I watched as Ushijima scored a point for Shiritorizawa, but then Hanamaki took one back for us. 

One more point. We just needed one more. 

Shiritorizawa was up to serve, and the ball moved so fast I could barely keep up. Watari, then Iwaizumi, then Oikawa, then Kunimi with a quick attack. The spike was received and sent spiralling, before Shiritorizawa set it and slammed it towards us again. 

I was on my feet, screaming, completely losing my composure. “Get it! Get it!” 

Matsukawa jumped, impossibly getting his hand beneath the ball before it could hit the ground. Oikawa was already moving, running and jumping outside the court in a long set towards Iwaizumi. 

The ace jumped as if in slow motion, his arm coming down in a vicious spike, and I gasped as his hand barely tapped it. The opposing team didn’t seem to expect the soft spike either, because no one was close to the net to pick it up. They were jumping, falling, reaching for the ball but…

The satisfying thump of the ball on the court seemed to echo, and for a long moment, there was utter silence. 

“WE WON!” I screamed, and the stadium erupted. I sprinted towards Oikawa, who crushed me in a hug and spun me around. He was all sweaty, but I didn’t care as he crashed his lips to mine. 

“Tooru, Tooru you did it!” I yelled, squeezing him with all my might. 

“I did it…” He stared at me, shock on his face. “I did it!” 

The rest of the team clustered around us, yelling and hugging each other, slamming each other on the back. Kindaichi and Iwaizumi were sniffling, and most of the others looked either completely aghast or blissed out. 

I glanced over at the other team, watching Ushijima and the rest of his teammates clap each other on the back, shoulders slumped in disappointment. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity for them. 

Ushijima turned to look at me, and we met eyes. I gave a strained smile, trying to convey an apology in my eyes. I felt a hand on my shoulders, and Oikawa spun me around, kissing me again. 

“Oikawa!” I said breathlessly as he pulled away. He was looking past me towards Ushijima, a challenge in his gaze, and I punched him in the stomach. “Don’t start that again.”

Oikawa laughed and hugged me again. “I can’t believe we won.” 

“I can. You guys are an amazing team, I’m so proud. I knew you could do it.” 

My boyfriend leaned down, lips pressed to my ear. “Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

I glanced at him in surprise. “No, why?”

He smirked, eyes dark. “Because you’re not going to be able to walk in the morning.” 

✨✨✨✨

“Tooru, guess what?!” I practically yelled into my phone. 

“What?!” “I got in!” The letter was laid out on my bed, its polite words burning into my mind. It was my dream school, the one I never expected to get into. “I got into the Art and Design University of Tokyo!” 

“Oh my god, that’s fucking amazing!” Oikawa sounded almost just excited as me. “Holy shit, sweetheart, you’re going to be in art school!” 

“I know!” I jumped up and down on my bed, laughing. 

Oikawa was going to play volleyball for Japan’s team (not canon) and I was going to become a graphic designer like I wanted. We could get an apartment by Iwaizumi, who was going to a school only an hour away. 

I giggled, feeling giddy. “I love you, Tooru.”

“I love you too, Y/n-chan.” 

The End~

Chapter 14

[strawberrykake]

On The Way

Promptober 2020: Road Trip

word count: 438

notes: Reader x Seijoh, Friendship w Aoba Johsai

Iwaizumi drives the van while Oikawa sits in the passenger seat wearing sunglasses. The song September by Earth, Wind, & Fire, plays from his phone. They’ve been alternating as drivers at every stop and once in a while, Matsuwaka or Hanamaki would have a turn. This trip was a spontaneous idea made by Iwaizumi. Thankfully, everyone was able to go. After all, they deserved a good break. Everyone worked hard this year.

“Ba duda, Ba duda, Ba duda, Badu...” Oikawa sings along to the music. Iwaizumi’s fingers grasp the wheel, tapping along to the music.

In the next row back, you, Matsuwaka, and Hanamaki are taking a selfie together. Then, behind you is Watari, Kunimi, and Kindaichi. Kindaichi sleeps while Kunimi and Watari have a chat with each other, eating some snacks. The very last row sits Yahaba and Kyoutani competing with each other in some video game.

The road is long. Rows of huge evergreen trees run along each side of the road. You’ve been driving from the early morning. The sun is still high up in the sky.

“Y/N-chan, give me your phone. I’ll take one photo of all of us since i’m in the front.” Oikawa reaches for your phone as you nod and hand to him. “Everybody! Look here!” Oikawa says a bit loudly to get the back’s attention. Iwaizumi looks at him then swiftly turns his eyes back to the road. “Yeah, except you Iwa-chan. Eyes on the road.” You hear Iwa grunt in response as the team start to pose for the picture (except Kunimi who is still asleep). “3...2...1..” Oikawa counts down before clicking. Iwaizumi manages to hit Oikawa’s face in time of the click, messing up his pose for the camera. “Iwa-chan!” Oikawa whines.

“That’s perfect. Send me that, y/n.” Iwa snickers, looking at you in the rearview. You laugh to which Oikawa turns and glares, making you stop. You clear your throat.

“Ok gimme my phone back, Oikawa.” You say.

“Hmmph, I’m gonna spam your phone with my precious selfies.”

“There’s already like a 1000 in there.” You pout at him.

“Let’s add another.” Oikawa says while clicking the camera multiple times.

Meanwhile, Matsuwaka now has the aux, playing OTW by Khalid. Hanamaki seemed to like the song, too as he hummed along.

“Hey, you guys wanna stop by McDonald’s?” Iwaizumi asks, looking at the rearview mirror towards the lot. Kunimi slowly starts to wake up, yawning. Kindaichi and the other kohai, including Kyoutani who stops mid-game, yell out.

“Yes!” You all havent had lunch yet and it was almost 1 pm.

“Alright, next stop McDonald’s...” Iwaizumi says, holding the wheel with one hand.

a/n: i miss seijoh and i love the idea of this prompt. Just imagine going on a road trip with any of the haikyuu teams. The chaos, the serotonin-

[oikadori]

STATUS ⇒ CLOSED

— WHAT WILL YOU DO ?

✓ I write fem!reader but i can switch to gn!reader if asked

✓ i personally prefer reacting to (x) situations, they can be specific but keep it simple! these are examples of what i mean :

01. how would they react if you kiss one of their friends on the cheek? ✓

02. how would they react if they see you dancing with someone else but you are completely oblivious they are watching so you keep doing it? ✘

✓ I do scenarios and headcanons. As for right now i'm more comfortable with scenarios!

✓ Maximal number of characters is 3 unless i want to add someone else.

✓  I’m okay with suggestive situations or spicy ones

✓  I might treat some problematic topics such as low-self esteem, insecurities and so.

✘ I don’t do SMUT or purely NSFW on this blog

✘ I don’t do triggering or dark content such as self-harm, suicide, violence, death, depression, etc. 

✘ I don’t write for ships.

— WHAT CHARACTERS CAN I REQUEST?

☒ Karasuno 

⇒  [Kageyama ; Daichi ; Sugawara ;  Nishinoya ; Hinata ; Tsukishima]

☒ Seijoh

⇒ [Oikawa ; Iwaizumi ; Matsuwaka]

☒ Shiratorizawa

⇒ [Ushijima ; Tendou ; Semi]

☒ Nekoma

⇒ [Kuroo ; Yaku ; Kenma]

☒ Inarizaki

⇒ [Atsumu ; Osamu ,Suna ; Kita]

☒ Fukorodani 

⇒ [Akaashi ; Bokuto]

☒ Others

⇒ [Sakusa ; Terushima ; Futakuchi]

☒ Jujutsu Kaisen

⇒ [Itadori ; Fushiguro (both); Gojo ; Nanami ; Sukuna ; Kugisaki ; Maki ; Choso ; Getou ; Yuuta ; Miwa ]

☒ Attack on Titan

⇒ [Eren, Mikasa, Jean, Armin, Levi, Hange, Moblit, Marco, Sasha, Pieck]

* Probably I will add more in the future *

— HOW DO YOU WORK ?

✎ I like to answer when I’m done with the writing.

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[meigh-day]

Obligation (Tendou x Reader) - Part 14

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Title: Obligation

Pairing: Mafia AU Tendou x F!Reader

Characters: Includes characters from both Shiratorizawa and Seijoh/Some OC background characters

Includes: Swearing, Guns, Knives, Violence, Blood, Torture

Status: Complete

Word Count: 1.4k

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"Hanamaki, Matsuwaka is looking for you." The light haired man who had slapped you turned away, facing the door where where a younger man stood expectantly. The new arrival glanced over at you a moment, an impassive look on his face, before turning back to Hanamaki. "Already? Fuck, he's impatient." The young man pivoted in the doorway and disappeared into the hallway while Hanamaki turned his eyes back your way. "You better hope that crazy bastard shows up soon. Next time I won't stop him..." He jerked his head to the side, shifting his gaze the same way, causing you to glance over as well. Shido had his gaze fixed on you. The dark haired man watched you like he was a starving animal, he wanted to devour you, to pull you apart piece by piece just to see what was inside. He looked unhinged, light grey eyes burning through you as his tongue slowly trailed across his lips.

"I'm telling you the truth! You're just wasting your time. Tendou doesn't give a shit what happens to me." You direct your wide eyes back at Hanamaki, imploring him to believe you, uncaring that you were still crying. He raised his brows a moment, amusement clear in his expression as he lets out a chuckle.

"For your sake, you better hope your wrong." With those parting words he turned and left. Shido gradually followed out after him, reluctant to leave you alone. The room felt too large and too small all at once, suffocating you while it swallowed you up. Aside from you and the chair you were sat in, it was empty. There were no windows, only the door leading out and the too bright fluorescent lights that hung above you. The walls were an unremarkable shade of grey, the floor a simple linoleum, no doubt chosen due to how easy it was to clean. You were sure yours wasn't the first blood to make a mess on the floor, and it wouldn't be the last. The pain in your head and hand were still very much present, both throbbing with each frantic beat of your heart.

You had no idea what time it was, or even what day it was. How long had you been missing for? You'd been conscience for a few hours but you'd also spent quite awhile drugged up and comatose. Had anyone noticed you were gone? Someone would eventually notice you were missing, at the very least you had a bi-weekly meeting and if you didn't show up they'd come looking for you. Even so, would anyone actually care that you'd just up and vanished? The men who were here earlier had been using your phone to take pictures or something, maybe filming. There was little doubt they'd end up sending that off to prove you were with them and alive. The Shiratorizawa Group wouldn't let a slight of this magnitude go unanswered. Even if you were a nobody, you still belonged to them, you were intended for someone important within their organization. You felt your chin tremble as you continued to spiraled downwards, allowing each dreary thought to linger in your mind. No one was going to care that it was you that was missing, they'd care that something of theirs had been taken. No more and no less. You had been reduced to a piece of property, a troublesome one at that.

Tears continued to fall, sliding down your cheeks, leaving trails through the dried blood surrounding your mouth and chin before dripping down onto your chest. You already felt like a constant source of pain for Tendou, a reminder that he couldn't be with the person he cared about. Now your stupidity had led to you being kidnapped, tied up in a trap like a piece of bait. The last thing you had wanted was to cause trouble for them, for him, but that's exactly what had happened. Deep heavy sobs wracked your body, every dark thought impaling themselves in your heart and mind. Left alone to struggle against your own mind, you continued to weep until you felt empty, until all you could do was stare ahead with a hollow expression.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed since you'd been abandoned but a soft click drew your vacant eyes towards the door in time to see it swing open. A large, broad figure, passes through the doorway, momentarily taking up most of the open space. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, offering you an amiable smile as his gaze settles on your battered figure.

"Looks like Hanamaki and Shido did a number on you. Bastards." He strides further into the room, coming to a stop a short distance away. The smile he'd plastered on his face was probably meant to be charming and warm, a beacon of reassurance to help lure you out of the pit of despair you'd fallen into. Unfazed by the pretentious gesture, you simply track him with distant eyes. "I'm not really supposed to be here but I wanted to come check on you now that they finally left." He paused, waiting expectantly for you to sat something but when you remained tight-lipped he continued. "Do you want a drink or something? I'm sure I can scrounge something up for ya." His hands slide into the front pockets of his dark pants, casually rocking back and forth on his feet, eagerly waiting.

"No."

Your short but definite refusal had him twitching, the warm smile on his face slowly turning colder, his teeth baring slightly. "My oh my, so quick to refuse my generous offer. And after I came all the way over here to see you." He let out a sigh and began moving towards the back of the room, his footsteps leading him out of your line of sight. Suddenly you can feel him, his breath heating the side of your neck as he whispers against your ear, his voice was low and sinister. "Don't worry. I'll make sure your more agreeable next time." Something stabs into the base of your neck causing you to jolt in your restraints. The man comes into view a moment later, a wicked smile on his lips. "Have a nice nap. I'll be back soon, doll." You try to focus on him as he leaves the room but you already felt yourself fading away, the last thing you heard was the click of the door as it closed.

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..

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"Tatsuo?" A voice calls down the corridor as the blonde man closes the door behind him. He hadn't been lying, he really wasn't supposed to be in here. His was meant to be on the other side of the building but he couldn't get you out of his mind. The way your soft lips had parted so easily under his strong grip, how your warm soft tongue had felt against his finger, it was so depraved, so lewd and he needed more. The drugs he'd given you would have you dead to the world for awhile, long enough for him to make an appearance where he was meant to be, long enough for him to come back before the shot wore off completely. He wanted nothing more than to catch you while the drugs were just starting to wear off. That was when you'd be in the perfect state, you'd be still pliant but also conscience, it was no fun if you weren't at least somewhat cognizant. Tatsuo wanted to leave his mark on you, to stain you with his impression so deeply that you could never forget him.

"What the hell are you doing all the way over here? Kyotani is gonna have your head if he finds out you wandered away from your post again..." Tatsuo glowered at the man before him, annoyed at being spotted.

"God your such a fucking nag Yuda." He stepped up close to him, voice lowering as a menacing smile spread across his thin lips. "If I had a wife like you, I'd break her neck just for some peace and quiet."

Yuda opted not to reply, simply watching as the large blonde man scowled at him before walking away. It was no secret that Tatsuo was a creep, even in a group of callous, seasoned killers he was considered a deviant. Known for his disturbing and brutal treatment of women, he hadn't been a first choice to go along and fetch you but they'd had no choice with the short notice they'd been given to put together a plan and a team. Now it looked like he might have taken a liking to you and, if they weren't careful, Tatsuo would break you before they finished the job.

[kazuhasluv]

𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚... 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣!

𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒: 

Hello! I’m churoonoya but you may refer to me as Dani or Danielle ^^

My pronouns are she/her ^^

I’m currently having online classes so forgive me if I don’t do your request on time ^^’ 

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬: 

I can do all genres except for Smut and Angst. - I am inexperienced in writing those two genres (considering I did have a couple of angst fics before, but that doesn’t matter now does it?)

No pedophilia or incest - No just no half/all of them are m i n o r s

I will not write for character x character and oc x character - I think this is self explanatory isn’t it?

Please be kind in requesting. - In some blogs, I’ve seen that there are rather... Disrespectful anons and such. I will not do your request if you become disrespectful.

I only write headcanons and oneshots. - As I am in PC most of the time now, I cannot edit that much because I am poor and editing takes up half of my time considering I’ll probably be writing your request while in online class.

I’ll generally use female for my writing unless stated otherwise.

English isn’t my first language, so I am deeply sorry if there are errors

Sadly I only write for JSHK and Haikyuu, so please bear with me qwq

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙄❜𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧:

𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮!! 

- Note: I haven’t finished the manga nor anime so please don’t come @ me - Note #2: I am deeply sorry if I mess up their characteristics and such TwT

Karasuno:

Hinata Shoyou

Kageyama Tobio

Daichi Sawamura

Sugawara Koushi

Asahi Azumane

Nishinoya Yuu

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Kiyoko Shimizu

Yachi Hitoka

Chikara Ennoshita

Hisashi Kinosita

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Tsukishima Kei

Kazuhiko Narita

Nekoma: 

Kuroo Tetsurou

Kozume Kenma

Lev Haiba

Yaku Morisuke

Taketora Yamamoto

Aoba Johsai:

Tooru Oikawa

Iwaizumi Hajime

Issei Matsuwaka

Akira Kunimi

Shigeru Yahaba

Date Tech

Kosuke Sakunami

Aone Takanobu

Fukurōdani

Akaashi Keiji

Bokuto Koutarou

Akinori Konoha

Shiratorizawa

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Tendou Satori

Tsutomu Goshiki

Kenjirou Shirabu

Eita Semi

ᴊɪʙᴀᴋᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜɴᴇɴ ʜᴀɴᴀᴋᴏ-ᴋᴜɴ

Students (Exorcists, Broadcasting Club and such):

Yashiro Nene

Kou Minamoto

Teru Minamoto

Akane Aoi (Boy)

Aoi Akane (Girl)

Natsuhiko Hyuuga

Nanamine Sakura

Apparitions (School Wonders and Rumors):

Hanako-Kun

Mitsuba Sousuke

Tsukasa Yugi

Shijima Mei

Tsuchigomori (For Tsuchigomori, I will age up the reader)

𝙊𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧:

I will only write 3-4 characters for a headcanon

Specify the request. - Don’t just say “can I request a tsukasa x reader”; Specify it so I will not have a hard time doing your request.

I’ll only write one character for a fanfiction.

That’s all! I hope you took your time and reading this and if you did, hey, send a request probably hmmmm?

“A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit.” ~ Richard Bach

[hornime]

lewd event!! can i get exhibitionism + toys with dom! mattsun & sub! reader pleasee <33

DEVIATION | MATSUWAKA ISSEI X F!READER

part of my a whole lotta lewd event! [ details | masterlist | CLOSED ]

warnings: 18+, timeskip!mattsun, f!reader, exhibitionism, use of a toy (vibrator)

a/n: why is this so much plot.

some things are part of a routine. 

waking up in the morning and brushing your teeth is part of a routine. checking your email on the commute to work is part of a routine. accompanying your boyfriend to a dinner with his friends on the last friday of every month, like you’re doing tonight, is part of a routine.

and then there are deviations from the routine. 

deviations are unexpected but not necessarily unwanted. they can be exciting, depending on the context.

for instance, the vibrator currently buzzing at a low level between your legs at said dinner is a deviation from the routine.

“you good, baby?” mattsun doesn’t look at you when he asks you the question—his eyes are trained on the table before you where two of his friends and their partners are waving you over, responding with a wave of his own—but the low tremor of his voice is clearly directed towards you. 

“never been better,” you say between clenched teeth, plastering on a smile. it’s getting harder to control your body even though it’s only been around ten minutes since he stuffed the toy up your panties and turned it on—you, without a doubt, underestimated the kind of effect it would have on you.

you’re certain that your underwear is soaked by now. the way mattsun quirks his eyebrow and gives you a shit-eating grin at tells you that he’s certain of that too.

“that’s great to hear.”

he rests a hand on the small of your back, leading you to the inside of the booth and then shuffling in beside you so that you’re between him and the end of the bench. you’re keenly aware of the pocket of his pant leg pressing against you—more specifically, the remote control to the very vibrator that’s inside you in the pocket of his pant leg pressing against you.

he slides his hand into the pocket and you suck in a breath.

“so, how have things been going lately?” makki, who’s sitting on the other side of the table, gestures between the two of you. “heard you're thinking of getting a new apartment.”

“oh yeah,” you reply. “just thinking so far. i’m being considered for a promotion right now, so if all goes well we’ll be moving out soon.”

iwaizumi, who’s next to makki, makes a face. “don’t tell me your boss is still that creepy guy who has a thing for you.”

your jaw drops into an exasperated smile as you turn to mattsun, shoving him slightly. “did issei tell you that? he does not have a thing for me—”

“—yes he does.” mattsun interrupts with a dry laugh. “i’m not an idiot. he never takes his eyes off of you.”

“i don’t blame him,” makki interjects, amusement glinting in his eyes. “you’ve got a very pretty girl there, mattsun.”

you shake your head, smiling. “psh, stop i—”

biting down harshly on your lower lip, you cut yourself off, your body jerking forward as the vibrations in your pussy increase in intensity. you shoot a glare at mattsun, who’s looking at you expectantly, as if he’s daring you to do something about it.

his hand is still in his pocket.

you can’t help but press your thighs together in an effort for more stimulation, the need to orgasm beginning to overwrite your common sense. all you want to do is throw your head back, close your eyes, and let mattsun finish what he started, but you’re in public and you’re with his friends.

“hey, are you okay?” iwaizumi’s got a look of mild concern on his face as your nails dig into the wood of the table.

“yeah, i’m fine,” you breathe. “just...” you look to mattsun for some help—you really can’t manage to think of a convincing lie, not when you’ve got such a big distraction—and he surprisingly takes pity on you.

“period cramps,” he explains.

makki and iwaizumi nod their heads, though neither seems particularly persuaded. you swear you see them share a look.

after a few minutes of small talk, something you’re barely able to participate in without your voice wavering, the waiter comes by to take orders. you’re granted a moment of relief where you’re not wrapped up in trying to maintain a conversation while wanting nothing more than to get off as makki and iwaizumi chat with them about one of the dishes.

“nice save,” mattsun rumbles in your ear, tearing your gaze away from the menu before you. “almost thought i had you with that one.” he pushes another button on the remote and you nearly slam the table with your fist, instead choosing to dig your fingers into your leg.

“well, don’t hold your breath,” you shoot back once you’ve regained the ability to speak, your voice hushed and shaking. “i can take it.”

“we’ll see,” he replies, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you in closer. “after all, we haven’t even started eating yet. i’ve got all night.”

you never really know what you’ll get with deviations. that’s why you suppose the two of you like them so much.

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[t0shii]

ღ — stealing their hoodie

.! timeskip! suna, tsukishima, matsukawa (sep) x f!r

.! fluff/ none, not proofread

.! oh to wear one of rintaro's hoodies *cries* ik i said i was done writing for the day but in feel bad for not rlly writing yesterday so here is this as an apology 😩

suna

suna eyed you as you walked towards him while he sat on the couch. he recognized the hoodie you were wearing to be his but was confused because he couldn't remember giving it to you, though he didn't mind you wearing it. you stood in front of him, waiting for him to make room in his lap for you which he gladly did. it was silent as you hugged his body tightly against your own, his arms hanging loosely around you, phone propped up on your back. "do you like it?" he asks out of nowhere, turning his head slightly towards you. "like what?" you were confused with his question. "my hoodie, princess." he chuckles and turns his head more to press a kiss against your neck. "oh sorry. i should've asked before taking it but i was cold so-" "i'm not upset. you look cute in it." he gives your neck another kiss before moving back to his previous position, and continues scrolling through his phone.

tsukishima

hes sitting in the kitchen alone doing some sort of paperwork until you enter, walking to the fridge. he glances up at you then back down to his work then back up at you again once he realizes the oversized hoodie you're wearing is definitely his. "that's cute where'd you get it? he teases, a smirk forming on his face as he adjusts his glasses. "it's called tsukki's closet, you should go there sometime." you retort, smirk matching his own when you point down to his strawberry themed socks which were definitely yours before he put them on his own feet. immediately his smug smile fades and he rolls his eyes looking back down at his work. you grab the drink you were looking for and head back to whatever it was you were doing before, holding back a giggle as he mutters "brat."

matsuwaka

youre laying on the couch when he walks into the room and plops himself onto you, earning a groan and a playful slap, "issei what the hell?" you whine and he giggles up at you. "is it okay if i lay here, angel?" "i guess so, you're already here." you roll your eyes and avert your attention back to your phone and he does the same. "i stole your hoodie by the way." you mumble, as your free hand moves to rake through his curls. "i saw that." he hums in response to your touch. "is that okay?" he looks at you and laughs, "might as well be, youre already wearing it." he smirks, and you pull his hair which causes him to wince. "okay smart ass." he laughs "owww i was just joking. of course it's okay. damn you didnt have to do all that." he mumbles rubbing the spot on his head which was now sore.