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loveephia · 1 year

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:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! you as aoba johsai's beautiful manager . . .

`· . ꔫ . . . inarizaki ver. | nekoma ver.

+ shiratorizawa ver. | fukurodani ver.

⚠ warning/s: none.

-🧍‍♀️

- you signed up because iwaizumi hajime is on the team you needed some team building experience

- and the members were kind to you, of course!!

- maybe maddog didn't like you very much.

- you don't know why, but it's okay.

- you'll grow on him one day!!

- sadly, that day is just not today. 😔

- oikawa thought you were a fan of his

- which is not true

- like.

- at all.

- if anything, you were more of a fan of iwaizumi, but moving on

- word got out that you were their manager, and you SWEAR that oikawa's fangirls are plotting something.

- oikawa treated you the same as he does with every other girl, maybe the occasional flirty statement here & there

- but like

- NO.

- YOU DIDN'T WANT THIS!!!!!

- yahaba tried HIS shot on flirting with you using the good ol' toss-and-run, aka the same thing he tried to do with yachi

- you quickly shut him down by running away, absolutely mortified by the expression on his face.

- NO BC SERIOUSLY WHAT IS THIS

- bro's rizz came right outta aot 😭😭😭

- just avoid him like the plague, and you'll be fine

- kunimi is one of the more calmer boys, so you /may/ have unintentionally favored him

- like, you'd refill his water bottle first, you'd fetch his towel first, etc.

- kindaichi gets the job done, but he tends to get lost in his own thoughts

- matsukawa and hanamakki are pretty chill as well,, a joke about oikawa every now and then makes you laugh

- and iwaizumi

- wow, where do you even start

- wou don't know WHY oikawa is the one with a bunch of fans, when his hunk of a best friend is right there

- but it's okay. less competition, am i right lass.

- you do not hide your liking towards iwaizumi.

- "iwaizumi is so cool!" you say with hearts, visibly forming on your eyes

- "are you aware that you're talking to yourself?" kunimi asks with a stoic face

- "very aware."

- iwaizumi messes up his spikes every now and then because he feels you watching him

- YOU'RE JUST. THAT. PRETTY. 😭😭

- he gets all shy whenever you hand him his things because he can see flowers and sparkles all around your face

- "..thanks, y/n."

- "you're welcome, iwa!"

- PARDON??

- WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HIM.

- "o- oh—! sorry for calling you that. i heard oikawa say it, and well.." you sheepishly apologized. you truly didn't mean it. it completely flew over your head that this was just your first day as their manager.

- "no, it's okay. it was cute." iwaizumi puts a halt to his step.

- ok

- wgat ☺️

- so here you two are, a blushing mess, while the third years watch

- "i bet the entire team some ramen that iwaizumi is the first to get married between him and oikawa." hanamaki says.

- "deal." matsukawa accepts

- "you two are so annoying..!" oikawa cries out

- maybe maddog will grow more accustomed to your presence if you'll be iwaizumi's future wife :p

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miya-rin · 1 year

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haikyuu characters as tweets

part two! - part three!

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sutaro-min · 8 months

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[10:15 pm]

game over. game over. game over.

Matsukawa Issei stares, dead eyed, at the screen in front of him as a deep and guttural wave of despair sinks into his gut.

"idiot!" issei winces and pulls his headphones slightly away from his head as makki's voice blares out at full volume. "we could have won that round if you just listened to me!"

issei leans back and crosses his arms over his face. "that loss was all you man. I was the one actually being good at the game."

"no way you're delusional like that..." Issei stretches with a yawn, tuning out makki's usual post-game rant, when a pair of arms slide over his shoulders and gently wraps around his neck. he looks up to meet your eyes that peek out from behind his obnoxiously pink gaming chair.

"hey," you say and lean forward to rest your chin on his shoulder. "lost the game?"

"yeeaah, but maybe if I get a kiss I'll win the next round?" smirking, issei reaches up to draw his fingers through your hair. he settles his hand down on the back of your neck, and you roll your eyes as he gently pulls you closer to him. your lips are mere centimeters apart, and a gleeful issei closes his eyes to get his well deserved incentive.

"issei, is that a girl?!!?"

issei jerks his hand in surprise and accidentally knocks your heads together. "ow." you mutter. your hand goes up to feel the now tender red spot growing in the center of your forehead. in a huff you untangle issei's hand from your hair before moving toward his bed where all your study books have been strewn about.

an indignant issei, also rubbing his head, pulls his headphones back on.

"yes, makki, that was a girl." he rolls his eyes.

"no way. Matsukawa Issei actually has a REAL girl in his room?" Makki laughs. "the boys are gonna go crazy."

issei rolles his eyes. again.

"so who is it?" issei could just imagine makki leaning forward in his chair, eagerly waiting for the chance to embarrass issei in their "seijoh boys" group chat. issei refuses give makki that satisfaction.

he grins. "your sister."

makki goes dead silent.

"hello? you there makki?"

through his headphones, issei hears makki breathing in and letting a steady breath out. "yeah right issei. be serious--who is it?"

"mm, i'm pretty serious about this." issei glances over toward where you are by his bed, putting your textbooks back into your backpack. he furrows his brows and frowns when you stand up to swing your backpack over your shoulder.

"just because you go to the same university as my baby sister does NOT give you the authority to be making jokes like this--"

"hold on man, I gotta deafen for a sec."

"wait what? come on, just give me some serious answe--."

issei clicks the deafen button on his chatting client, effectively shutting up his best friend, and swivels his chair around to fully face you.

"what did makki say?" you ask. issei stands up and walks toward you.

"he didn't believe me when I told him his sister was here." he shrugs.

you hit him gently on his shoulder. "don't tease my brother like that. he was always more weakhearted between the two of us."

Issei spreads his hands out in front of him. "hey, I was only telling him the truth." you shake your head, laughing.

issei tilts his head to one side, then pulls you into his chest. "you leaving?"

you sigh and push your face closer into his shirt. "yeah I should head out before it gets even later. I have an early class tomorrow so..."

issei sighs, resting his chin on your head, when he suddenly pushes back and looks down at you--mischief twinkling in his eyes. He quickly slides his hands into yours, and pulls you back toward his desk. Issei sits down in his chair and nestles your legs in-between his own. due his sheer abundance of height, even sitting the two of you are still almost eye level. "how about this:"

you raise a brow.

"if I win this next game," he continues, "we have a sleepover."

you let out a full laugh this time. "oh man, you are funny huh?"

"hey," issei wines "I'm serious!"

you smile, and your eyes catch on a stray hair that rests against issei's forehead. you reach to brush it back, but issei grabs your hand before you can and intertwines his fingers with yours. "hm? whaddya say?"

you look at him. his eyes give the barest hints of "puppy dog" while still maintaining that cool "I don't care what you decide" smirk. but what melts your reserve is the slight tinge of pink that not-so-subtly creeps up his ears.

"fine," you give an exaggerated sigh, "i'll stay, but only if you win the next round."

issei grins and swivels around toward his setup. He un-deafens in the chatting client and pulls his headphones on again. "hey man you there? I'm back."

"Finally! where have you been?" makki exclaims in neglect. "I've been waiting for the past, like, 15 minutes now."

"sorry man, had to talk to my girl for a sec." issei quickly clicks around the screen to get his character ready, "down for one more round?"

"you know I am, but hold up for sec because 'your girl'?? c'mon man don't bs and just tell me who you have over. i am your best friend you can trust me!”

issei wordlessly turns his mic up to you in response, his eyes never leaving his screen. you lean forward closer to the mic. "issei wasn't lying," you say.

makki falls silent again.

"ready to start the game?" issei's mouse hovers over the Start Game button.

"_____???? WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING?" Makki shouts. "I'M BOOKING A TICKET TO TOKYO RIGHT NOW AND YOU BETTER BE--"

"okaay, starting!" issei gleams as he once again effectively shuts up his best friend, or (also more accurately) shuts up your brother, and clicks Start Game.

[ an: oop that was longer than i thought it would be so i did not read this through again. just brain rot]

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syuga-s · 29 days

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the art of seduction... and hair pulling

w.c. I genuinely don't know around 2.6k (???)

pairing. Oikawa x female!reader, implied Makki x reader & Iwaizumi x reader i'm sorry

genre. crack, suggestive

a/n. haikyuu girl what are you doing here!!! I got carried away. A lot. I was planning on doing a blurb, a short imagine for fuck's sake, BUT HERE WE ARE. be wary of guy friends who will tug on your hair with no warning, they're out there ☝️ curse words here and there 👍

Friends since high school, you and your close-knit group, the infamous Seijoh Four and your best friend Momo. It was just supposed to be a night out with your friends. Those four plus you and Momo. A casual night out. You had gone to one of your fave spots in town, an outdoor brewery, one of the few calm places where there was a table big enough for all of you.

Oikawa was deep into a conversation with Makki and Mattsun while you were talking with Iwaizumi beside you and Momo in front of you. Each group in their own topic. Tonight you were in the middle of Oikawa and Iwaizumi, while the other side sat with Mattsun, Makki and Momo in that order.

Momo leaned in conspiratorially, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So, have you heard about Iwa's last ex?" she begins, her voice dropping to a hushed whisper.

Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow, clearly not thrilled about the direction the conversation is taking. "Oh, not this again," he mutters.

As Momo's words hang in the air, you can't help but lean in, curiosity piqued. "spill it," you urge, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Iwaizumi lets out a resigned sigh, knowing there's no escaping the impending gossip. "Fine, but keep it down," he says, glancing around to make sure no one nearby can overhear. "What about her?"

"Oh, I've got to hear this," you declare, unable to contain your excitement.

Iwaizumi lets out a long-suffering sigh, shooting Momo a playful glare. "You know what, I thought we agreed to leave my dating disasters in the past," he grumbles with amusement in his eyes.

Momo waves off his protests with a dismissive flick of her hand. "Oh, come on, Iwa-chan, it's all in good fun," she insists, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

In the same table you could also hear,

"I'm telling you, guys, it's all in the wrist action," Oikawa insists, his voice laced with a hint of smugness.

Makki chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "And here I thought you were just born with that perfect hair-pulling technique," he teases, earning a playful shove from Matsukawa.

Oikawa and your other two friends were talking about the proper way to pull someone's hair while you're at it, Oikawa was pretty sure, if not a 100% sure, he had the supreme technique, the mother of all of them.

"Alright, so picture this," Oikawa begins, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leans in closer to Makki and Mattsun. "You're with a girl, right? And you want to add a little extra... to the moment."

Makki nods eagerly, a grin spreading across his face. "I'm listening," he says, leaning in closer to catch every word.

Oikawa flashes them a confident smirk before continuing. "So, you start by gently running your fingers through her hair," he explains, his voice taking on a theatrical flair. "And then, just when she least expects it, you give a little tug."

Matsukawa raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "And what's the secret to the perfect tug?" he asks, crossing his arms with an unamused tone.

Oikawa grins, clearly enjoying being the center of attention. "Ah, my dear friends, that is the million-dollar question," he replies, his voice dripping with faux wisdom. "You see, it's all about the timing and the angle. Too hard, and you risk pulling her hair out. Too soft, and it's just not as satisfying."

Makki and Mattsun exchange amused glances, barely able to contain their laughter at Oikawa. "Write that down, write that down," Makki chuckled while hitting Mattsun’s arm.

Having you next to him was perfect for the coming demonstration.

Unbeknownst to you, Oikawa's claims of expertise would soon be put to the test. In a daring move, he seized the opportunity to demonstrate his supposedly flawless technique, entangling his fingers in your hair and giving it a sudden tug. The shock of the unexpected sensation rippled through you, and a soft whimper escaped your lips, instantly catching the attention of your friends.

The air crackled with silent acknowledgment, each member of the group acutely aware of what just happened.

The suddenness of the noise caught you off guard. After that sound came out of your mouth, your eyes flew open in shock. Shocked of having done that noise? While in front of all your friends? Did they hear? The truth was – they had. Of course they did. Only someone who wasn’t paying attention didn’t get to hear you. All of the people in this table got to hear you whimper with the little action your dear friend over here did.

A single thought echoed in your mind. Oikawa what the fuck?

You blinked a few times. As your eyes met with Momo's amused gaze, you saw she was having a hard time keeping her laughter to herself. Next, you turned to Iwaizumi, noting how he was clenching his jaw and the subtle movement of his Adam's apple as he avoided meeting your eyes. Now Makki. His hand was covering his mouth not actually in shock, but with both of his eyebrows raised, you could see a blend of amusement and disbelief, a mirror to your own expression, while Mattsun's swift return to his beer signaled his desire to move past the subject.

“See? I told you it works. I’ve perfected it over time.”

You jerked your head to the side, eyes wide as you tried to process the startling words of this fucker. A fucker who dared turn you on in front of all your friends.

Oikawa's audacious declaration jolted you into reality. His casual demeanor only fueled the disbelief and arousal swirling within you, leaving you speechless and utterly flustered.

“Excuse me, I’ll be right back,”

As you excused yourself to visit the bathroom, the scolding at the table started, with a newfound focus on nagging Oikawa for his move. Momo took the lead, her voice carrying a playful reminder as she wagged her hand at Oikawa. "Oikawa, you can't just go around pulling people's hair like that!" she chided, though a glint sparkled in her eyes, softening the scolding tone. Iwaizumi chimed in with a mock-serious expression, his deep voice laced with amusement. "Yeah, next time, at least buy her dinner first or something," he quipped, earning a round of laughter from the group.

Makki and Mattsun joined in the teasing, their playful banter serving to diffuse any tension. "Come on, Oikawa, we all know you think you’re smooth and all that, but that was a bit much," Makki teased, his grin infectious as he hit Oikawa's shoulder. Mattsun, ever the voice of reason, poked some fun too. "You're lucky she didn't slap you," he joked, raising his glass in a mock-toast to their friend's boldness.

Oikawa’s gaze lingered on the spot where you had disappeared to the bathroom. An impish grin tugged at the corners of his lips. He pushed himself away from the table, something naughty about his aura.

‘I’ll be right back,’ he announced casually, his voice barely above a whisper but loud enough for his friends to hear. Without waiting for a response, he sauntered away from the table, his steps purposeful as he made his way to find you.

Makki and Mattsun exchanged a knowing look, their grins widening as they watched their friend’s calculated move.

“Do we all know where he’s off to?” Makki mused, his voice low enough to make the remaining ones at the table hear him.

Mattsun chuckled softly, taking a sip of his drink before offering his own theory. “Probably to continue his little game with y/n,” he replied, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. “That man doesn’t know when to quit.”

Their conversation was punctuated by Momo’s playful jab, her eyes alight with mischief. “I think Oikawa enjoys stirring up things with her just for the thrill of it,” she quipped.

Iwaizumi couldn't help commenting “Honestly, I think y/n knows exactly what she’s doing too,” he remarked. “She’s always had Shittykawa wrapped around her finger,”

"Wouldn’t surprise me if she gets him about to bust one before we even leave this place,”

"Yeah I remember that time y/n whispered something in my ear that had me blushing for hours. She fucking knows how play with you" Makki smirked.

Mattsun chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. “I guess we've been spared from y/n’s mischief so far,”

“Right, Iwa? Momo?”

Iwaizumi’s lips quirk into a knowing smirk, his gaze flickering briefly to Momo before returning to Mattsun. “Oh, yeah that's right” he replied cryptically. Plainly brushing him off.

Back in the bathroom you couldn't suppress the laughter bubbling up within you at the absurdity of the situation. Despite of having felt embarrassed for a couple of minutes. That actually turned you on. Of course, Oikawa and you have flirted a few times before. It was in both of your natures but tonight it opened a door. You bit your lip as you fixed your hair in the mirror, a mischievous glint danced in your eyes, reflecting a latent desire stirring.

Just as you left the bathroom, to your surprise, there stood Oikawa, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His presence caught you off guard, yet you couldn't deny the rush of anticipation that surged through you at the sight of him. "Well, well, well, look who it is," he teased, his voice laced with amusement as he leaned against a door frame, his gaze locking with yours.

As Oikawa began to close the distance between you, his presence seemed to fill the entire room, enveloping you in a heady mix of excitement. You couldn't help but feel small in comparison to his commanding presence, his height and confidence casted a spell over you. Your eyes traced the lines of his figure, taking in every detail, from the confident tilt of his head to the way his shirt clung to his muscular frame.

The air between you thickened and got hotter. Feeling small under his imposing presence, you let your eyes roam over his figure, taking in the way he filled the space around you.

Now it was your turn to toy with him. In a moment of daring impulse, fueled by the charged atmosphere between you, you decide to trace the contours of his torso, your fingertips trembling with anticipation as they hovered over his defined muscles.

As your hand traced him, lingering over the defined curve of his pec, you felt a surge of boldness wash over you. With each deliberate touch, you reveled in the sensation of his warmth beneath your fingertips, relishing the way he responded to your teasing caress.

Oikawa was battling within himself, torn between the desire to reciprocate and the temptation to let you take the lead. He longed to tangle his fingers in your hair once again, or to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his touch. Yet, a voice of restraint urged him to hold back, to savor the moment and revel in your boldness. Wrestling with his impulses, he decided to wait, allowing you to dictate the pace for now, but eagerly anticipating the moment when he could fully engage in this game between you two.

Your eyes, locked in a magnetic gaze with his own, refused to waver, captivated by the depth and intensity of his caramel-colored irises. It was as if they held a secret language, speaking volumes without uttering a single word.

You could feel the heat radiating between you, a palpable energy that pulsed in the air around you. You edged closer to him, close enough to have him smell the intoxicating scent of your freshly shampooed hair mingled with your perfume, the very same perfume he found utterly irresistible and loved since years ago. It was a scent that consistently drew him to your side, the very reason he always sought out the seat next to you in any setting.

Your lips got dangerously close to his own, and he could swear that the same soft whimper you let out a few minutes ago was going to escape his mouth.

With a teasing smile, you leaned back slightly, the warmth of your breath grazing his lips tantalizingly. "See? I have my own tricks too," you whispered, your voice a playful melody that danced in his ears.

As your lips parted from his, a surge of anticipation rippled through him, leaving him longing to clash his lips against yours. But before he could act, your mouth moved to his ear, your words sending a shiver down his spine. "I had to even the score, don’t you think?" you murmured, the gentle tease laced with a hint of filthiness.

As you both return to the table, you notice a fresh round of beers waiting for you, courtesy of your friends.

Their eyes flicker between you and Oikawa, a knowing grin spreading across their faces as they take in his subtle change in expression.

Momo raises an eyebrow playfully. "Looks like someone's got a lot on their mind," she teases, her voice laced with amusement. Iwaizumi offers a knowing smirk, his gaze lingering on Oikawa for a moment before he takes a sip of his drink. "What's got you all worked up, Oikawa?" he asks, his tone light but not passing on the opportunity to embarrass him a bit.

Makki and Mattsun, sharing a silent chuckle as they await Oikawa's response.

Oikawa chuckles nervously, trying to maintain his composure as he feels the weight of everyone’s gaze on him. “Oh, you know, just contemplating the mysteries of the universe,” he quips.

“Bullshit my guy,” you finally said. Pride written all over your face.

Makki's mischievous grin widens as he leans in, unable to resist adding fuel to the fire. "Don’t tell me you’re actually blushing bro," his tone light-hearted but teasing. Oikawa's cheeks flush even more at the remark, and he shoots Makki a mock glare.

Matsukawa chimes in with a smirk, "I thought you were the 'Grand King' Oikawa. Can't handle a little friendly ribbing?"

Between his nerves and his brain recovering from what you did to him, what Oikawa actually heard was, “Can't handle a little friendly rubbing?" And Oikawa's eyes widened slightly, a subtle shift in his demeanor as he realizes the implications of Matsukawa's words.

Oikawa’s voice raised an octave in panic, “WHAT DID YOU SEE?”

Iwaizumi’s smirk widened as he saw his friend's reaction, "Relax, Oikawa," he replies. "We didn't see anything, but your reaction says it all.”

Makki, always the one to jump in with his comments, couldn't resist adding his two cents. "y/n, honey, remind me to never play with your hair," a playful wink sent to you.

bonus. because i'm in love with iwa-chan and i couldn't help imagine this part even though it doesn't fit the story anymore

As the night went on, Iwaizumi found himself gravitating towards you more often than usual, his protective instincts kicking in. Whether it was subtly adjusting his position to make you more comfortable, offering you his jacket when the evening air turned colder, or simply engaging you in conversation with a gentle smile, his actions speak volumes about his care and concern for you. You can't help but feel a warmth spreading in your chest each time he looks out for you. Iwaizumi ended up leaning over and pulled you into a sideways hug, his arm draped casually around your shoulders. With a warm smile, he squeezes you gently, his voice soft as he says, “You feeling okay?” Not sure if he meant something regarding your alcohol intake or something about what happened tonight. Regardless, feeling the comforting weight of his arm around you, you lean into his embrace, grateful for having him in your life, like this.

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i6eyes · 2 years

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— ATSUMU 😭, sakusa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, yahaba, kageyama, semi, hoshiumi, kenma, lev

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hanamaki x reader #yahaba x reader #kageyama x reader #kenma x reader #semi x reader #hoshiumi x reader #lev x reader

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takahiiros · 2 months

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hanamaki takahiro x reader

a whisper escapes your lips.

"did you know that your freckles are where your lover kissed you the most in your past life?"

the moon shines dimly through the windows of your shared apartment. its light favoring takahiro, blessing you with the image of his back; the smooth surface covered in fresh, red marks, and his freckles that you trace every so often.

"hm?" he replies groggily, head smushed onto his pillow, his eyes struggling to stay open and strawberry blond hair sticking onto his skin.

knowing that he's exhausted and keeping him awake is the last thing you want to do, you settle for silence and continue to admire him. light specks lay gently on the bridge of his nose and his soft lips parted. you brush through his hair and kiss his shoulder lightly.

another freckle.

you admit you stare at hiro a lot and you do this shamelessly – enough to remember and to pin point the freckles on his body. it's scattered all over his back, the constellation travels all the way up to his neck. however this one is one you've never seen before. maybe it's just a coincidence.

it would be stupid to think that you've caused this but you don't completely brush the thought away. your heart tingles at concept of soulmates, especially with hiro.

takahiro who is easy to love and undoubtedly lame. takahiro, a man who has worked ambitiously hard to get to where he's at, slowly but surely. takahiro, a man that prefers his solitude but decides to share his sacred space with you, and make room for your love in his life. takahiro whom you've learned to love despite his flaws

and maybe these freckles, a constellation of sorts, a gift from a past and now present lover, will continue to grow.

his body serving as a galaxy for you to paint his world with stars, a token of your love for him.

#hanamaki x reader #haikyuu x reader #makki x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader #r.writes

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forusomimiya · 1 year

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"Mmmm baby… wiggling that tongue so sweet for me... So shameless that she likes danger. Or is being caught sucking my cock what you'd like everyone to see? Huh?" He praises you by tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you mumble, savouring it.

Just hearing his vulgar words, the friction of your clit against the inside seam of your trousers and the thought of giving a blow job in a public place would make you cum.

“Do you like being treated like this? Like the slut you are?" You have the courage to look at him as you nod, your lips caressing the tip of his cock. A mixture of saliva and presemen that you'd clean up with your tongue and swallow before smiling at him.

"I see... you won't stop sucking until I cum, will you?"

You have time to smile again before he plunges you back onto his cock and fucks your throat deep before painting it white.

ATSUMU, COACH UKAI, Hanamaki, OIKAWA, BOKUTO, KUROO, Akaashi, DAISHOU, Kageyama, Kita, TSUKISHIMA, Osamu

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kisskawa · 2 years

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⁠— snapshot

oikawa keeps a polaroid of you in his phone case. it’s a random one he took, having called your name after you woke from a nap, hair messy and head foggy. you find it awfully bland and boring, confusion in your photographed gaze as you stare at him with bleary eyes. still, oikawa thinks he’s never seen anyone quite so stunning. he thrives when someone asks about it, absolutely rambling on with all his affection that leaves everyone unsure what the original question even was.

matsukawa has a photobooth strip tucked away in the inside pocket of his favourite jacket. he meant to take it out - he swears he did! - but finding it one day as he rifled through his pockets had his eyes softening and heart swelling all at once, ever ready to return home and remake the last photo where your lips had crashed together. and besides, mattsun thinks, where better to keep you than right by his heart?

hanamaki has you framed prettily on his desk. you’re smiling wide, mid laugh, and staring at him with an expression so tender it makes his breath stick in his throat every time his eyes tiredly wander from his work, serving as the perfect motivation. it’s a moment makki couldn’t help but print out, couldn’t help but immortalise. and he knows he’ll do anything to keep such love on your face.

iwaizumi stores a photo of you in his wallet. he’s sure to carry you around with him everywhere he goes, driving him onwards. and it isn’t hard to notice how he begins to stare a little too long each time he opens it, focus elsewhere. try to take a peek at what has captured his attention, however, and be sent a pointed look as he snaps it shut - though not without brushing a quick finger across your printed smile.

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atsumwah · 2 years

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losing them at the mall

featuring : seijoh 4 + bokuto, akaashi

notes : this is just crack based on my shopping experience for eid these past couple of days

#haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #oikawa smau #iwaizumi smau #matsukawa smau #hanamaki smau #bokuto smau #akaashi smau #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu crack #haikyuu imagines #hq smau

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sixosix · 2 years

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Hii❤️❤️ if you’re taking requests, may I ask for a drabble (angst ofc) where the rest of seijoh 4 convince yn to break up with iwa bc his ex who they think is his soulmate is back in town? They look like they can be mean 🥹🥹

( ! ) angst w iwa :(, hurt/comfort, fluff w the three <3

( & ) also idk if u meant ‘mean’ by iwa’s ex or the boys so i did neither bc i didnt want to write yanderes 💀

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔

his finger slips under your chin, raising it enough for you to instinctively meet his eyes. “hey,” he murmurs.

“not now, t’ru,” you sniffle, tipping your chin away from his grasp. you probably look ugly right now, nose stuffy and eyes aching, but tooru doesn’t even question it.

“i know,” he sighs, “sorry. i heard what happened.”

ah, so that explains everything.

usually, tooru isn’t ever this gentle. he dives in face-first and doesn’t look twice. he breaks, but he mends himself back together again stronger than before—you wish you could be like him right now.

“you’re okay,” he coos into your ear. “you’re good. it’s not your fault. i’m sorry it had to happen this way.” he keeps going—too soft for even you to understand sometimes.

you chuckle, a wet and pitiful sound. “isn’t—isn’t haji— iwaizumi your best friend?”

tooru, observant as ever, lifts a brow at your switch of name. “between you and him, who do you think would need someone the most? i may be loyal, but i’m not an ignorant asshole, y/n-chan~!” he sings, smiling.

“screw them,” tooru exclaims, resting his forehead against yours, “you have me from now on, alright?”

you wonder if he means it in more ways than one.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐈

at the sound of footsteps, you scramble to grab your belongings and wipe away the tears on your stricken face.

but issei is faster. he catches your wrist and peers down at you with his usual face—save for the curious glint that sparks in his eye.

“we were only joking around when we said they were like soulmates,” issei states rather bluntly, faltering only slightly when your lip wavers at his admission.

“it still,” you sniffle, “still hurts. seeing them like that. thought i was— thought i was good enough.”

“you are,” issei says, and his earnestness almost catches you off guard. “iwaizumi’s ex is… a lot, you know. nothing like you.”

“is that a good thing when i got broken up with?” you laugh bitterly, warmth seeping from where he’s still holding you.

“if you think they’re meant to be, then wouldn’t you also be meant to be with the right guy this time?” issei quirks an eyebrow, a little playful. it’s always a glimpse of something when it comes to him.

“so you’re saying i should just—”

“let him go, y/n.”

for a guy that holds an expression as expressive as a blank paper, his presence is rather comforting right now.

“i’m glad you’re here, issei,” you mumble, and he pats your head. usually, you’d swat his hand away and stick your tongue out, but you can’t help but close your eyes and smile at the touch.

“anything for you,” issei whispers, and it turns into him running his fingers through your hair.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

“break up with him.”

you scrunch your nose, “takahiro—”

“i’m gonna be honest, y/n, i really don’t give a fuck about what excuse you’ll have for them,” he says, and though his face is carefully drawn away from any telling emotion, his words are like acid to the ears.

“i still… love hajime, i can’t just ignore that,” you tell him, frowning in confusion at the hostility so rare in takahiro’s voice boiling over.

“if you’d want to put up with someone’s ex who said that ‘you can’t compare’ just to be with him, that’s not love,” takahiro says, gently knocking his knuckles on your arm. “at least, not from iwaizumi, who didn’t do anything.”

you can’t help but grimace, nearly falling over from exhaustion. but takahiro catches you and lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

“it’s hard.”

takahiro sighs, “if you don’t break up with him, i will.”

you snort, a sound that surprises the both of you, “t-that’s not how it works, makki.”

you never called him that before, usually reserved for oikawa. but you must be a little too out of it to catch your slip.

“is this you trying to say ‘i’ll be here to help you’ in makki language?” you ask. it’s supposed to be a joke to make him laugh, too, but you’re too drained to let it hit.

his warmth is a blessing in the chilling air that’s been hanging heavy since you and iwaizumi fought. you lean closer and he lets you.

you two sit there, on the floor of the gymnasium, but neither of you pull away for even a second of hesitation.

his eyes soften impossibly. “looks like you already know the answer.”

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

“do you believe in soulmates?”

hajime’s face sours—whether it’s from guilt or contemplation, you wouldn’t know. he seemed like a completely person yesterday when they walked in the room and demanded his attention without a word.

but it’s not his fault. fate does not lie. red threads do not deceive the truth—just like you and iwa.

“i do,” he says, slowly, “but they’re not always right—”

“i don’t,” you say, eyes hazy and faraway, as if you can’t even hear him right now. “because i thought it was us.”

hajime’s fists tremble, the only betrayal to his strangely still composure. “it doesn’t mean anything,” he grits through a pinched expression as if he’s hurting himself as he says it.

“you may be breaking my heart right now, but that doesn’t mean you should also do it to them, iwaizumi,” you say, and he falters.

“i really did believe it, y/n,” iwaizumi says, but it’s hard to tell if it’s answer to your question or whatever was between the two of you.

but that doesn’t matter.

( & ) SORRY if this has mistakes i literally wrote this in one sitting. or well, lying. i’m still on my bed (^з^)-☆ reblogs and comments r soso helpful if u like these <3

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