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thinking v hard abt matsuhana the past few days ;____________;;///

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karasuno’s resident troublemakers

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I´m nothing but average, but still, my average self... Do you really have time to look down like that?

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hq!! characters as p*rnhub titles

notes | str8 crack <33 i risked my life to make this so pls enjoy bc my mom will send me to india if she looks at my browser history 

part 2

hinata shoyou:

tanaka ryunosuke:

kozume kenma:

haiba lev:

ushijima wakatoshi:

sakusa kiyoomi:

bokuto koutaro:

ukai keishin

kuroo tetsuro

oikawa tooru

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haikyuu siblings

tanaka: this is my big sister! She's kickass and a little annoying but I love her! Respect her!

hinata: this is my little sister! She's so cute!

taketora: this is my little sister she's supportive and great and I will kill anyone who hurts her!

lev: this is my big sister! Isn't she pretty?? Isn't she great? The best??

tsukishima: this is my brother I once saw him pick a pizza crust off the sidewalk and eat it. While crying.

the miyas: I Have No Brother.

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             Karasuno Members over the New Years Break

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best boy

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When you go from being a background character to a main character

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WAMUUUUU T_T

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Wamu, the good hearted delinquent TT^TT <3

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SUNA: puts his car keys on a lanyard and keeps the string hanging out of his sweats/shorts. Swings it around and hits the twins w it on “accident.” Doesn’t have anything unnecessary on it. Literally just the car + house keys. Puts his hood on and ties the drawstrings rlly tight around his face, only loosens it when kita is speaking. Covers his eyes w it and tells Atsumu he can’t hear him. “Yer ears aren’t closed you bastard.” .....silence.... just crickets from Suna’s end. Has a pocket knife shoved somewhere in his console. Told Osamu it was for when he finally decided to get rid of them for good when they kept messing around w his shit. Has car rules. No, you’re not allowed to touch the aux. (actually his car probably has Bluetooth but anyway) Always smells really good. (Both him + the car) No crumbs, he’ll kill you. Omg He revs his fcking engine!!!! Obnoxiously!!!!Seat is always pretty far back (his legs are long) Doesn’t keep a wallet. He only carries around his credit card and license, so they’re in those leather card carriers and he keeps it in his pocket. When he works out alone, he likes wearing those skinny headbands to push his hair out of his face. Keeps extra hair ties for his gf. Wears a black one on his wrist at all times, just in case. Has a picture of his girl in that little mirror thing that comes down/folds from the top of the drivers seat. Also has one in his phone. If it’s a clear case, it will he seen. He doesn’t care. Wallpaper is also his girl. Home screen would be the two of u. Mwah babyyyyy💖💖💖💖

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Sitting in Suna’s lap, hands gripping his jaw + tilting his chin up a little so u can apply ur favorite gel eyeliner onto his pretty eyes. He lets u do it w/o complaints. Not a fan of liquid or pencil, but finds that the gel feels nice gliding onto his lids/waterline. V intimate/trusting moment for the two of you. Doesn’t let u do it often but when he does, ur on cloud 9. U draw it on in a way that shapes his eyes beautifully (not too thick, he doesn’t like the hassle of taking it off) You loveee how it smears just a little bit when ur on ur knees for him/on top of him, eyes watching u like a hawk. The eyeliner now providing u w more physical evidence of just how much you drive him crazy in the best possible way. 🥰

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Suna’s head is in your lap, as you work through another assignment on the couch. He’s in a soft pink t-shirt that says “Daddy’s girl” (A gift from Atsumu) and boxers, scrolling through his phone aimlessly before throwing it off to the side. Long fingers reach out to grab your wrist, wordlessly directing your hand to the soft strands of hair that have started drying after his shower. You stay like that for a while, the sound of the flipping pages occasionally pierces through the air. You don’t realize he’s asleep until you feel a slight wetness on your thigh. You peer down at him. His eyebrows are relaxed, pretty eyelashes fanning over his cheeks. The sight almost distracts you from the drool that was now accumulating on your leg. You wipe at your leg with your sleeve before wiping at his mouth gently. He snorts a little in his sleep, as you move yourself to let him rest more comfortably. One foot is hanging off the edge of the sofa, one leg is close to falling off entirely. An arm finds its way underneath your shirt, as he nuzzles his cheek into the warmth of your bare thigh. Your hand continues to play with his hair, trailing down to his neck and rubbing at his shoulders, pencil wedged between ur lips as you turn pages. His snores are soft, but you’re used to them by now. There’s a wet patch on your sleeve by the time your assignment is finally complete. You do your best to drag him up to your room. He’s not fully conscious, eyes lidded, lips parted, arm slung over your shoulder, muttering incoherencies. You think he’s still dreaming. Drool and all, your boyfriend is still a sweet sight.💘

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You make your way out of the auditorium and down the stairs, holding onto the railing as you waited for your phone to turn back on. Your steps subconsciously faltered as you checked the missed phone calls and messages from your boyfriend. There was a message asking where his left sneaker was immediately followed by a meme that reminded him of you. There was a message asking where you were and another of realization that you had in fact told him you had an exam. There were a few lines of kissing faces and eggplant emojis as he wished you the best of luck with a promise to gift you the best sex of your life afterwards. Suna’s last message told you to meet him at the campus gym after your test. You shift your backpack and head in that direction. It wasn’t unusual for the volleyball team to come hang out at the campus gym instead of their own. But you never understood why he considered it relaxing to de-stress from one sport just to go play another. Lazy tendencies aside, he was an athlete by nature after all. Scanning your ID and pushing past the metal turnstile, you head towards the sound of the ball bouncing on the court. You’re thankful you’re in sweats, not wanting to bring attention to yourself as you take a seat on the bleachers, looking for your boyfriend. It seemed like it was about to become a game of shirts vs skins. A small crowd had started to gather at the sight. You take note of Atsumu on one side of the court, shirt long gone. Osamu opted to keep his on, as did a few others. You finally see him, wiping at his face with his drenched t-shirt before pulling it off all together. You can’t help your jaw going slack at the sight. His shorts were hanging off of him just enough to expose the black color of his briefs. He had a black compression sleeve on his left leg, the friendship bracelet you made for him out of boredom was wrapped around his ankle. You decide against making your presence known. Sure, you were hungry and tired after your exam. But your boyfriend was really hot and sweaty and something about him playing basketball with his friends had you pressing your thighs a little closer. The sight seemed to satisfy a different hunger. They take another break as he wipes at his neck with a towel, sweat trailing down his chest and abs. The thin gold chain around his neck twinkled on his skin under the harsh lights of the court. His eyes find yours, smirking as he jogs towards you. He flings his sweaty towel at you, grinning as you fake gag at him. His tall stature allowed him to reach over the bleachers, grab your face and press an obnoxious kiss to your lips. It was salty and kinda gross and he knew it. He tells you they’d be done soon and he would take you out to eat wherever you wanted. You nod, grabbing his wrist before he turned around completely, motioning for him to get closer. The headband he had on wasn’t doing much to keep his hair out of his face anymore. You take the small metal clip out of your hair and clasp his bangs together with it, up and out of the way. He kisses the curve of your hand and is about to say something else when a loud shrill from Atsumu calling him back has you both rolling your eyes. The promise of food lingered on your mind but you couldn’t help the smile that graced your face as you watched them finish up their game. You never thought you’d be willing to put aside your own desires (+ hunger) for a boy and yet here you were. But for Suna, it was all worth it.

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  mood board for Conquering the Great King

An Iwaoi fic by suggestivescribe