#makki drabble

[koutarostiddies]

The Man You Deserve

Hanamaki Takahiro x gn!reader

No warnings just fluff. Well, the usage of the pet name “babe”

It's true that Makki couldn't hold down a job. He gave various reasons, some blaming his bosses, others simply stating that the job just wasn't a good fit, but all said with such flourish and detail that many were sure they were all outlandish lies. To everyone that knew him they were simply excuses to not work harder than he had to. Of course with this came people’s perception of him being frivolous, noncommittal and irresponsible, but that wasn't the case–at least not as far as you were concerned. 

When you met him he was working as a barista at the cafe near your job. He had planned on putting in his notice that day and you–you had decided to grab some tea for the first time on your way to work. You were running late and didn't have time to make some at home, something that was somewhat of a morning ritual for you. The cafe was pretty popular, one your co-workers were always insisting you go try, but coffee was never your thing and when it came to tea selection, many places were lacking. 

With popularity came long lines and soon you found yourself wondering if you had been better off just making tea at home instead of listening to the women in front of you gawking at the barista. You paid them no mind, you just wanted your tea. The line moved faster than expected and before you knew it you stood face to face with the handsome barista everyone was swooning over. You had to admit he was very good to look at and unsuspectedly charming. With a smile like his you knew you were going to end up sacrificing your morning ritual for a new one.

Makki didn't put his notice in that day and as predicted you found yourself becoming a regular at the cafe, even on your days off–always making excuses to go there. You knew his schedule at that point,  you almost wish you didn't because quite frankly it just made you look creepy. You tried to appear as if you were working, but he had caught you on more than one occasion as your eyes wandered and then settled on him. His cocky smirk should’ve made you roll your eyes on instinct and groan, but instead it had you feeling the flutter of a hundred butterflies’ wings inside your stomach. Why were you like this? You weren’t a teenager anymore.

On Makki's last day he offered you a free drink and his number. With a brush of your fingers and a blush on your face, you took the drink from him. “I’m not much of a barista. From the looks you give when you drink your tea, I always steep it for too long or not long enough. But I promise if you call me I can give you something better than tea.” It was also your last day there. 

You started dating soon after, every day with him was a whirlwind; full of laughs and soon enough full of passion. In what felt like no time you met his friends and family. Everyone welcomed you with open arms. You were an unexpected, yet much needed, addition to his life. You were the stability and support he both needed and craved. You learned everything there was about each other and yet things always remained new and fresh. You grew together.

You had offered to move in with him, but he was reluctant at first– insisting that he find another job first because he didn't want you contributing more than you had to. You didn't want to hear it, his rent was far cheaper than yours and there was the added benefit of having him with you everyday. Plus, no more late night booty calls. 

During the times when he was in between jobs he did everything he could to make your life easier. He learned to cook, he cleaned and he helped you relax when you got home. He spoiled you rotten and you felt like a selfish asshole every time he started to work again. But despite all that, when he got home–no matter how tired he was he always offered to cook for you.

"Hiro, come on. You know I was planning on doing it."

"It's fine, babe. It relaxes me. It just makes me feel complete, you know."

The Makki you knew was far from the one everyone else did. He might put on that laissez-faire attitude for everyone else, but with you, he was always intent on making you proud and everything he did he did with the utmost care and dedication. 

Eventually he found a job that suited him, something that made him feel like he could finally settle down. And that's exactly what he planned on doing as he searched for a better home for you two. Insisting that now that you were both working you needed a home that reflected your security. Everything he did made your heart swell. Hanamaki Takahiro was simply the man of your dreams, the man you never thought you'd have or even deserved. 

Despite conflicting schedules you managed to find time to look at apartments, settling on one an equal distance between both your jobs.

Unbeknownst to you, your dutiful boyfriend took a day off to spruce up the place after you moved in. You were at work and all you could think about was soaking in that huge tub in your new apartment. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, angrily pulling you away from your one moment of respite before your damned deadline.

"When are you headed home?"

"Never. I decided I'm going to live at work."

"Dammit, and here I was thinking that we found our dream apartment. It's the cafe next door, huh? I promise my tea brewing skills have improved. But I can still make coffee. I know you like it, I’ve seen you drink mine when you think I’m not looking."

"Ok, you've convinced me. I should be leaving in an hour or so."

"Gotcha. I'll be waiting."

"After all that, I better hope so. Love you, Hiro."

"Love you too, babe"

By the time you arrived home you were too hyper fixated on that bath that the soft lighting of the apartment and music playing went by unnoticed . You kicked off your shoes and groaned as you hung up your jacket.

"Hiro?" You scanned the apartment but your boyfriend was nowhere in sight. 

"I'm in the bathroom." Perfect because that's exactly where you wanted to be right now. To say you were stunned would be an understatement when you had walked in to see the soft glow of candles surrounding your large bathtub. The gentle aroma of cherry blossoms tickled your nose as you bent over the tub to see the bath bombs fizzling away, a beautiful mix of reds and pinks spiraling around each other in the warm water. The only thing missing from this scene that he had set was rose petals.

"What's going on, Hiro?"

"Can't I spoil my one true love?" He teased as he stepped closer, his hand on your lower back as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"You're so lame."

"But you love it." He was right, you did love it. "Enjoy your bath, I have some things to fix up and I'll join you in a bit." It had been a while since you had bathed with him– your last tub offered you little to no room for such intimate moments. You had found yourselves getting a hotel room for the night when you both wanted to really indulge in each other. 

You were nearly asleep in the tub by the time you felt the water displace and his slender body slip behind you. 

"Hello," he whispered in your ear as he pulled you flush against his chest. 

"Hello," You repeated, resting your head against him as he interlaced his fingers with yours. 

"I've got something for you," he whispered before kissing you just behind the ear.

"Hiro, come on. You don't have to keep doing this. I love you, but save your money."

"You're not the boss of me."

"I can be, if you want," you press your ass against his crotch. “I bet I can give you better perks too.”

"Demon," he moaned as he nipped at your ear. "But seriously, I promise this will be the last thing I give you for a while. At least the last big thing."

"Fine." 

"Ok, close your eyes."

"If I do, I might just end up falling asleep," you laugh. 

"Indulge me."

As soon as you closed your eyes you felt him turning behind you. Whatever it was you reminded yourself to make sure it was the last thing he ever got you for another year.

"Ok, open your eyes." A suffocating silence filled the bathroom making Makki’s chest tighten as panic started to settle into his bones. He kept telling himself it was too much of a big gesture and too soon, that you were probably upset that he pulled a stunt like this while you were naked in a tub with him after a long day at work. He fucked up, he was sure of it.

"Hanamaki Takahiro, are you serious? This is a joke, it has to be." You turn around to look at him and the tears lining his lash line said everything they needed to.

"Really?" You start to blink back your own tears. He only nods as his start to stream down his face. "Will you do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me? And possibly let me put the ring on your finger before my hand gets tired and I drop it in the water?"

"Yes, loser. I'll marry you. But I also kinda like to just see you hold out the ring for a while longer."

"Babe," he whined.

"You really didn't need to buy me a ring, Hiro."

"Yes I did. I want to show you and everyone that I’m committed to you and a future with you. You've given me so much and you've done so much for me when I didn't deserve it. You stood by me when many would've left me behind. I promise you that I'll be the man you deserve."

“Hiro…you already are. You've always been the man that I deserved."

#haikyuu x reader #hq #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #hanamaki x you #hanamaki takahiro x reader #makki x reader #makki fluff #hanamaki fluff #makki scenario #makki drabble #hq scenario #hq drabble #hanamaki drabble #hanamaki scenario

[heich0e]

18+ minors and ageless blogs do not interact!

"oh, good"—takahiro's familiar head of strawberry blonde hair pops up over the back of the sofa as you step through the door, toeing off your work shoes in the narrow entryway of your shared apartment—"you're home!"

he pushes the gaming headset he's wearing off his ears, leaving it and his controller abandoned on the couch as he pulls himself up over the back of it. his long legs carry him quickly across the width of your modest home, and before you know it he's upon you—taking your bag from your hands and helping you free your arms from your coat.

you laugh a little at his eagerness as he impatiently tugs your outerwear off. "yeah, i'm home."

"thank god," he replies solemnly, setting the bag you take to work with you off to the side. he takes your hands in his and uses his hold on them to tug you forward towards him. he peers down at you, 186cm of man with the most deceptively soft flutter of his lashes. "sit on my face?"

"takahiro!"

your protest is half chastising and half a giggle, and when you try to pull your hand from his to swat at his chest he just twines your fingers together and holds you tighter. he pouts a little at you in the wake of what he interprets as refusal.

"baby, i've been waiting for you to get home for hours," he tells you pointedly, pulling you a bit closer so your bodies are flush against each other. his hands slip nimbly to your hips, simultaneously pawing at you and pressing you as close to his body as humanly possible. you don't miss the press of something firm in his sweatpants as he holds you against him—nor do you doubt the veracity of his statement in the wake of the sensation.

"at least let me shower," you barter with him, pressing weakly against his chest in a halfhearted attempt to escape his insistent touches.

he shakes his head. "can't wait."

"hiro," you laugh, squeezing your eyes shut, "i just walked in the door."

"i know," he replies, dipping down and dotting a kiss to your temple. "you must've had a long day."

you hum in agreement, luxuriating for a moment in the soft press of his lips as they slip down to your cheek.

"so let me help you relax," he murmurs into your skin, his hands at your waist slipping further down to paw at the back of your skirt. he takes a little step back towards the couch, drawing you along with him like a dance. in no time at all he reaches the arm of the sofa, and he topples back, splayed against the couch cushions where you're sure he spent most of his day. he peers up at you, smiling wolfishly. "i've got the perfect seat waiting for you."

you sigh, but the sound is as fond as it is exasperated.

"let me at least take my tights off," you mutter. "you've ripped enough that i'm down to my last two good pairs."

he pushes himself up onto his elbows, his eyes alight with excitement. "be my guest."

you shoot him a wry look, shimmying your skirt up over your hips so you can slip your thumbs into the waistband of your nylons. makki's attention is rapt as you tug the tight, clinging material down your thighs—watching every inch of their painfully slow descent. once you've kicked them off in a heap on the living room floor, your hands move towards the zipper of your skirt.

"no, no,"—he stop you before you can begin to remove the garment—"leave that on."

you look at him with a brow drawn up in question. "why?"

he gnaws on his lip, his eyes flickering back down to the glimpse of soft, lace-trimmed cotton he can see peeking out from under the bunched up hem of your skirt.

"you look so hot in business clothes," he tells you, groaning brokenly as he squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure. "like a sexy teacher."

"you're a pervert," you remark, but you don't protest as he stretches forward and tugs you towards the sofa by the hem of your skirt.

"oh, definitely," he agrees cheerfully.

you shuffle forward on the sofa until you're straddling his face, and his hands find yours again—interlocking your fingers as you hover over him on your knees.

"hi," he remarks, a boyishly charming grin on his face as he peers up at you from between your parted thighs.

"hi," you quietly return the greeting with a light laugh, and he squeezes your fingers with his own. your legs are starting to burn from holding yourself up over him, but because of the way he's holding your hands you can't press them down into the sofa to support you.

your only option is to sit, or to suffer.

takahiro lets his head loll to the side, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of your inner thigh. he nips at you playfully afterwards, and when you hiss slightly in surprise, his tongue darts out and slides against the sting to soothe it.

"you didn't even ask me how my day was before you manhandled me over here, you know," you remark, but there's not nearly enough complaint in your tone for it to be sincere.

hiro hums, a placating, easy sound, and presses another kiss to your thigh. "sorry, baby. how was your day?"

"it was good," you say, your hips dipping ever so minutely closer to his waiting mouth. "how was yours?"

"it was okay,—" hiro answers, but his words are mostly breath.

you watch your boyfriend swallow thickly, like there's suddenly saliva pooling in his mouth. his eyes are fixed to the little damp spot you feel inking across the cotton of your panties, but they flicker back up to yours—hungrier now than they were a moment prior—before he speaks again.

"—but it's about to get way better."

#father forgive me for i'm about to sit #hanamaki takahiro x reader #makki x reader #hq drabble #hq writing #writing #mdni

[kiyoors]

baked expectations

warnings: use of drugs (weed), third person's (makki's) pov, i thought this was funny

Makki thinks something is up with Mattsun. Which is kind of a lot to say because almost nothing is ever up with Matskawa. He'd even go as far to say that almost nothing is ever up to bother Matsukawa this long.

"What is it?" He asks his friend, who has been idle for the greater part of the time they've been at this house party. You and Iwaizumi had quickly gone ahead of them, having spotted some of your friends, you'd sprinted off to greet them, a stumbling Hajime in tow.

Makki sloppily dodges a guy who's struggling to open the refrigerator door, probably in search of more beer, as he meets his friend by the kitchen island overlooking the living room.

Mattsun nudges his head in the direction of you and Iwaizumi, both listening to something a very drunk Kindaichi is signaling about.

"There's something going on with those two," is what he finally tells him, taking a hit of his pen before exhaling cannabis scented smoke. Makki blinks at him, and then at his two friends in the living room.

His brain feels fuzzy and some of what mattsun is saying doesn't make sense. "Did they get in a fight?" a new song starts booming from the speakers, and it scratches Makki's brain just right, "they seem pretty alright now." Whatever this is, he's sure it'll be resolved by the end of the night.

But Mattsun's eyes are still focused on you both. "I think they're fucking."

Makki blinks, his reaction a little slow as he looks from Mattsun to the supposed couple in the living room, his mouth slightly agape. You and Hajime do seem a little touchier than normal, he has his arm around you as you laugh a little too much into his personal space, but you're also both drunk, and he knows you both get like this.

"Huh." is what he ultimately responds, still somewhat unconvinced. Mattsun finally turns to look at him, bloodshot eyes meeting his own red ones. He can't help it. He snorts at Mattsuns fucked out face. His friend starts giggling, giggling, too.

"They're in love," is what Mattsun says.

"Yeah, and you're not baked at all," Makki responds, snickering at his friend.

Mattsun has a pleasant look on his face, he smiles at Makki and then again nods his head in your direction.

He looks just in time to see Hajime whisper something into your ear and you nodding and taking his hand, leading him out.

Matsukawa lets out a low whistle behind him as they both watch their friends (who are very much in love) leave the party without so much as saying goodbye.

"Expect a wedding in the next five years," is all Mattsun hums, satisfied.

Makki blinks again, catching the way Hajime lightly smacks your ass right before the door closes behind him, "I think give it three years actually."

#slowly getting back into the writing groove #this was supposed to be something completely different #but idk if i can tackle a smut scene just yet #heeh #Iwaizumi Hajime #iwaizumi haikyuu #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi haijime x reader #iwaizumi drabble #(kinda lol) #mattsukawa issei #hq mattsun #takahiro hanamaki #hq makki #jess writes!☆*:.｡. o

[lodi-writes]

Little drabble based on @mintmatcha 's Soggy fics, I think about them occasionally, usually alone while cycling through miscellaneous shower thoughts, and this time I couldn't get it out of my head so I had to do something about it lol (tw angst and character death)

...

Life is hardly ever fair - you accepted that long ago, years before you had ever met Makki. But once you did meet him, your confidence in that fact faltered, flickered like a candle in a gentle breeze. You even allowed yourself for fleeting moments in the dead of night to believe that maybe the universe was saying "it's your turn to be happy." That was all, of course, destroyed by that same universe as easily as a fruit fly being squished the moment you heard his diagnosis. That was the true moment in which you admitted fully, to your core, that life is hardly ever fair. So why then, as you sat at his bedside, holding his hand long past his last breath, were you cursing the universe? Why then, as you watched grim men take his lifeless body out of the room, all but unrecognizable from illness, did you scream and cry at them to bring him back? Why, if you already accepted how unfair it would be? You had already grieved him long before he left, yet that last glimmer of hope he held onto (perhaps on your behalf) being torn away from the world was so much worse than you could have ever imagined.

#haikyuu #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu makki #hanamaki takahiro #mintmatcha #angst #major character death #lodi writes #i do Not write angst but ive been in a mood(tm) so bear with me

[redrocketpanda]

I need to finish up a job application today (and by finish up I mean write the entire cover letter) so decided instead to redecorate my desk area

Now it's evening and I actually definitely need to finish the application, my brain is like... but what if you wrote a belated MatsuHana valentine's drabble instead?

#under no circumstances does my brain ever behave #remember when I didn't know who Mattsun or Makki were and now they just occupy a lot of my brain capacity #hanamaki #matsukawa #matsuhana #seijoh #drabble #haikyuu #hq #i've never written MatsuHana before but MAN I'm tempted

[curtsycream]

Poly!Seijoh Four Blurb

Short, small, drabble kinda

“Orange.”

Matsu looked up as he noticed her in front of him holding out an orange to him. Letting out a chuckle he takes the orange before peeling it for her. Handing the peeled orange to her as she smiled. Leaning forward she presses kisses against his skin. With that she was gone peeled orange in hand as she ate it.

“Haji, orange.”

She found herself in front of Hajime next holding out another orange. He didn’t skip a beat as he went ahead and peeled the orange for her. Before he gave it back he kissed her on the lips, “you’re welcome, baby.”

“Thank you,” she sputtered taking the peeled orange.

“Toru, orange please.”

“Of course, pretty baby.” He took the orange peeling it without hesitation. As he peeled it he spoke to her asking about her day as he did so. When he was done she kissed him, “thank you…love you..”

“Love you too, cutie!”

“Peel it,” she said to Hanamaki.

Hanamaki held the orange with a raised eyebrow, “I can’t peel this!” He exclaimed while he went ahead and tried his best to peel it. When he handed her the orange it wasn’t perfectly peeled but she admired how willing he was to help her. She couldn’t resist peppering his face in kisses, “you did your best and I love you for it.”

“Next time we’re buying cuties,” Makki said crossing his arms with a smile.

“Like you can peel those..”

“Shut up Issei!”

#poly!reader #haikyuu x reader #poly!haikyuu #x reader #poly fanfic #seijoh 4 #seijoh four x reader #oikawa tooru #iwazumi hajime #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #seijoh blurb

[no1frogfan]

Untitled Iwa/Seijoh4 drabble

Iwaizumi x gn reader (x the rest of Seijoh4 a bit)

Word count: ~800

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MDNI, handjob, blowjob (sort of). Iwa has a serious hand fetish, reader has small hands

Note: I’ve been thinking about the Seijoh4 and reader together as camp counselors or employees at a secluded vacation spot or something and it evolved into…this. My brain has been overrun and I need to exorcise it. It’s all so smutty y’all. I’m down bad for Iwa and Issei and the other boys are just lucky to be along for the ride lol

Mattsun | Makki

You cut the deck in half, sliding the halves closer to deftly riffle and interweave the stacks. The ends are pushed toward each other, the center bending upward to bridge the halves back together and square the deck. The tendons in the back of your hands ripple in concert with each movement of your fingers. You cut the deck in half again, riffling, bridging, squaring, repeating practiced movements. Iwaizumi is entranced.

“You’re good at that.” He rasps.

“Too bad being good at shuffling doesn’t translate to being good at playing.” You gesture at the dwindling pile of makeshift poker chips beside you.

The five of you have guests to take care of bright and early, but here you all are drinking and playing cards into the wee hours, long after everyone else has gone to bed.

“If you run out of chips, we can always switch to strip poker,” Matsukawa drawls.

That makes you laugh. “Very funny, Mattsun. I clearly wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“That’s the point,” Makki snickers beside you.

You roll your eyes as you square the deck a final time. Iwaizumi stares as you deal, fingertips skimming nimbly over the deck, flicking your wrist to slide cards across the table that settle in neat piles in front of each of them.

He finds himself watching your hands too often these days.

He likes it when you drink coffee in the mornings, wrapping both of your small hands fully around the mug to bring it to your lips. You like to savor your coffee, the heat of it seeping into you and waking you up almost as much as the caffeine.

He likes it when you speak, elegant gestures paralleling your words. Sometimes counting off a to-do list or drumming your fingers. Other times tucking your hair behind your ears or darting around animatedly. Occasionally, when he ignores you, you’ll squeeze his arm to get his attention.

He likes it when you help the guests into their life vests, methodically clasping each buckle and tightening each strap, then running your hands back over to double-check every connection before lifting the younger kids into the boat. Your hands are strong then, blunt nails indenting the foam of the vests.

It’s a daily habit now for him to imagine how they’d feel on him. As streams of hot water run down his body every night, he envisions them firmly kneading his broad shoulders, caressing the wide expanse of his chest, greedily trailing down his muscled stomach. Maybe you’d skim your fingers up his sturdy thighs as you kneel in front of him, desire soaking through your underwear, begging to touch him.

And when he lets you, when you finally reach out and hold him, would you be able to wrap around him with one hand? Or would you need both to fully encircle him?

Would you be eager to finish him like that, lust-filled eyes watching him crumble under your touch? Maybe you’d enjoy using one hand to softly massage his balls while the other pumps his cock, occasionally swirling your wrist to smear the precum gathering at his slit. Or perhaps you’d prefer to tease him, stroking him languidly, letting his pleasure transform oh so slowly into an unbearable urgency.

And when you push him to the brink, when he can't hold back any longer, would you want him to make a mess of you, to splatter his cum on your cheeks and have it drip down your wrists? Would you want him to watch as you lick your fingers clean? Or would you stretch out your tongue at the last moment and take him into your mouth, hungry for—

“Helloooo? Earth to Iwa-channnn?” Oikawa’s sing-song voice rips Iwaizumi out of his thoughts. “Finally! It’s your turn. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll fold.”

Iwaizumi blinks rapidly. Four pairs of eyes stare at him in a mixture of confusion and amusement. “In your dreams, Crappykawa.”

He finally studies the cards in his hand while the others go back to chatting. On his left, Mattsun lets out a snort. Iwaizumi glances over. Matsukawa raises his eyebrows, pointedly looking down at Iwaizumi’s lap before meeting his eyes again, silently mouthing, “Really?”

Iwaizumi reddens, shooting Mattsun a glare before turning back to his cards. He doesn’t need to look down to know there’s a painful erection straining against his shorts. For once, he’s glad you’re not sitting next to him, that he’s flanked by Mattsun and Makki tonight. He’s certain they’ll keep his secret because he’s watched them too, and he knows they’ve imagined doing the exact same things to you.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut #froggy’s seijoh4 nonsense #froggy scribbles

[iwaasfairy]

🥴🥴 faiwy, do you think iwa-chan knows the debauchery going on with mommy yn with tooru and atsuko?

early on iwa definitely didn't know, but i think by now he probably does know (●´艸｀)ヾ i haven't made the decision yet if there even is a 'canon' ko au, bc there are some drabbles i've written where makki, mattsun and iwa are all in on it and i've written drabbles where they don't know anything etc

if i had to say, "uncle" iwa's definitely most likely to know of it. i feel like atsuko's so fucking obvious at times, and iwa visits a lot and is also ko's trainer and his kids' are over at the oikawa house a lot etc!! but i don't think he knows the full extent of it either? he probably knows atsuko's a little weird for mom and might have some oedipus thing going on, and he knows that oikawa was kinda wrong and fucked up for knocking up his stepdaughter and that stuff

but until he actually walks in on atsu blowing mom’s back out and being absolutely filthy while doing it, he probably wouldn’t believe smt so bad was going on

#idk iDK WHat do you guys think? would he have the ability to predict that #atsuko’s thAT obsessed with his own mom #and that Tooru allows it too? #I think Haji always holds them to a higher regard than they deserve hHAHAHAHD #honey mail #tw.incest

[koutarostiddies]

Ok, I know I'm shadowbanned and this may not show or what not but I couldn't sit on this. This like text exchange is inspired by a post I saw on insta.

Makki x f!reader. Joke texting ends with both parties seriously planning on propositioning their friend for sex the night before their wedding.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu!! #hq x reader #makki drabble #hq text au #hq texts #haikyuu text au #makki x reader #makki x you #hanamaki takahiro x you #hanamaki takahiro #hanamaki x reader

[heich0e]

getting into a fight with roommate!makki over something petty and stupid and saying something unreasonably, unjustifiably harsh.

his eyes widen a bit in the wake of your words, and after a moment of tense silence he just shuffles off to his room without saying anything, leaving you to wallow in the living room. your stomach pangs, a deep dull ache, as his bedroom door clicks closed softly.

he tiptoes back in after the dust has settled a little bit.

"are you really that mad at me?" he asks as he leans against the doorway, not daring to get any closer to where you're curled up under three blankets on the couch.

"no," you murmur remorsefully, curling a little further into yourself, "i'm just... being a raging bitch because i'm on my period."

"oh," takahiro says, nodding a little in understanding, "word."

it's quiet for a moment as the bad reality TV show you're watching drones on in front of you.

"well... i'm going out," hiro says after lingering for a while, slipping away towards the door. you perk up just in time to see him slip out of view, and you debate calling out and asking him to stay. asking if he's upset with you. but you let him go.

your phone rings half an hour later.

a photo of you and hiro from the summer, issei sandwiched in between you, flashes on the screen. a happier, warmer time. you free your hands from your cocoon of solitude and reach for it on the sofa cushion beside you.

you hold the cellphone between your shoulder and your ear as you reach for the remote to mute the TV.

"hello?" you answer the call.

"are you like... eat something grumpy, or like burn something grumpy?"

an incredulous, bewildered laugh bubbles up from your aching stomach before you know it.

"what?" you ask, confused, smashing the mute button on the remote because it doesn't seem to want to cooperate. finally the sound cuts out from the television. "what do you mean?"

"i'm wondering if the ice cream i'm getting is enough, or if i should buy like a couple dozen eggs and some fireworks so you can blow them up," makki replies from the other line. you hear the steady beep...beep...beep of a checkout scanner at a convenience store in the background of the call.

you slump back against the sofa, slinging your arm over your eyes as you laugh.

"you're an idiot."

"and you're mean," he returns your insult. "a weaker man might have cried with some of that shit you pulled earlier."

you sigh, nuzzling your nose further into the crook of your arm.

"i said i was sorry," you mutter.

"you didn't actually, and i'm still out here buying snacks for you anyway," hiro responds with a chuckle. "you're lucky i grew up with two sisters and this is not my first time on the receiving end of a menstrual cycle induced rage."

you laugh too, all breath.

"sorry."

"apology accepted. so do I need those eggs or not?"

"no eggs," you reply decisively.

"roger that," hiro says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "i got vanilla and mint chocolate chip. that good?"

"that's great," you agree appreciatively. "can you get something salty too?"

"i'm not made of money, y'know," he quips, but you hear rustling that sounds suspiciously like a bag of chips on the other line.

"oh, really?" you muse, "this is news to me."

hiro snorts.

it's quiet for a second, and you hear the checkout beeping again but it's a bit more distant.

"...you need tampons or anything?" he asks, before mumbling a quiet 'shit why are there so many kinds?' under his breath

"i don't," you're quick to spare him. "but thanks... for thinking of me."

"yeah, yeah," makki brushes off your gratitude and clears his throat. "all in the name of feminism or whatever."

"you're an idiot. come home soon please."

hiro laughs. your stomach hurts a little less. "you got it, boss."

#hanamaki takahiro x reader #hanamaki takahiro x you #makki x reader #makki x you #tw periods #hq drabbles #hq writing #writing

[lov1ngkvroo]

iwaizumi haijme is used to be the one talking care of everybody, so when you come around he feels so lost because you are actually the one looking after him - and at first he doesn’t even realize it.

he met you during his last year of high-school on a random foggy day. you were one of the students that took care of the school’s newspaper and you were writing an article on the upcoming volleyball spring tournament. just like that, with a simple casualty of the universe, you slid into his life and brighten it up as if it was nothing.

you started being part of his everyday life, and somehow managed to make his days easier. you had your life together, were responsible and incredibly pretty. he saw the way you looked after the people around you, always keeping a little spare snack for them in your bag or helping them with homework. and slowly, you started doing the same for him.

it was the little things; how you made sure his water bottle was full before every practice, how you memorized his timetable (by accident, almost) and always reminded him which class was next, how you always put him on the inner side of the sidewalk whenever he walked you home…. and how, when he got sick, you visited him, brought him homework, made him soup and tucked him in bed with a kiss on his forehead.

but he wasn’t so obvious to him until he saw you interacting with oikawa, mattsun and makki. he introduced them to you after a little while of you guys being together (honestly afraid they would scare you away), even if you already knew who they were around school. the way you interacted with them since the very first day, and how they also fell in love with you instantly, made him feel so happy. they started inviting you to their trips and adventures and you were always making sure that whatever they did was legal and they’d always make it home safe and sound.

you drove them around, picked them up and packed them snacks before tournaments. one day oikawa comes up to iwaizumi with the brightest smile and a protein bar in his hands, saying something like “you really got lucky with her” and pointing at you talking with mattsun down the hallway. “i did,” hajime admits, but then turns around with a raised brow “but why are you telling me this?” oikawa raises his shoulders, taking another bite from the bar you clearly gave him “because i think you should marry her one day. i mean, you know i wouldn’t say that about everybody and i know we are only in high-school, but she takes care of you in a way nobody else does,” then the serious tone of his voice disappears and there it is, the same old smirk that made him gain all the not-so-flattering-nicknames iwaizumi has given him overtime. “also, she does the best cinnamon rolls ever! if you don’t keep her, i will,” and he just walks away.

iwaizumi is seventeen and feels all the weight of the world on his shoulders, but with you things are easier - he realizes then, arms crossed and oikawa’s words racing in his head. he sees you smiling at him, from across the room, and his heart almost grows bigger - or else, how would he explain the sudden ache he feels in his chest? - while you start strolling towards him. when he finally reaches you, palms on you cheeks and eyes glowing in a lovestruck light, iwaizumi hajime can only thank the universe that has chosen you as his soulmate. after a brief, loving kiss, he smiles at you and, even if you guys are in the middle of the school’s hallway, he asks bluntly “what do you think about getting married?”

short and not so good drabble BUT i honestly think iwaizumi would fall for a mom friend and i stand by that

#iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu!! #iwaizumi x reader

[rintarosluvr]

Another Drabble > SUNA.R x Reader

“Yo rin!" "Sunarin!"

"Wow, I haven't seen you two in like years" He says as the two guys approach your table

"Two years to be exact"

"You must be Y/n, right?" One of them says

"Yes" "I'm Issei Matsukawa" "And I am Takahiro Hanamaki, we've heard a lot about you from Rin"

You chuckle "I believe that, yeah"

"Morning everyone!"

"Isn't it the light of our life Jaelyn" Makki says sitting down

"I've heard from them through Toru" You whisper to Rintaro

"Really?" "Mhh, It doesn't surprise me that you're friends with them"

"Hey love birds!"

Both of you turn your face toward the voice, you gasp "Hi Ari"

"Brooks!" The girl greets you back

"You know her?" "Yeah, I was paired up with her at my first mission" You answer him

Jaelyn and Arisu both walk up a few stairs to take a seat

"Helloo everyone your favorite Lieutenant has arrived!"

"Toru!"

Before Oikawa could greet Jaelyn back, he got pushed forward

"You're creating a line" Atsumu says before continuing walking

You chuckle “Hi tsumu”

Starlight Part.1

> Starlight

#suna rintarō #haikyuu suna #haikyuu!! #suna imagines #suna rintaro x reader #suna smau #suna x y/n #suna #suna headcanons #suna smut #scifibooks #scifi #haikyuu

[namikawa]

— [trust me]

featuring: t. hanamaki

cw: smut, not proofread, chubby!reader, facesitting, cunnilingus, praise, reader is insecure ab weight, pet names (angel, baby, pretty girl, sweetheart), wc: 800

notes: this is dedicated to @seijohlations. this drabble is lowkey awful cause i wrote it in like 20 mins so i might rewrite it another time or write an actual fic w makki hehehehe. BUT I LOVE U SHAWTY<3

“i wanna try something, you trust me right?”

that was the only thing hiro said before grabbing your hand and dragging you up toward your shared bedroom. you weren’t necessarily sure what he was planning but you trusted him enough.

once the door opened his lips instantly found yours, his large hands gripping at every curve they could find. you could feel the urgency in his touches, this wasn’t like hiro. his touch was always incredibly calculated, never this thoughtless.

“mmh, hiro what is it?” you pull away from the kiss, attempting to let your shallow breaths even out. his hand leaves your hips, finding its way back to your hand and squeezing tightly. “well.. i was thinking you could sit on my face?” your body froze completely at his words. there was no way he wanted you or more like all your weight on him?

“i can feel you overthinking, baby. can we at least try? this is something i really want” he smiled softly, rubbing circles onto your hand with his thumb. you took a deep breath, nodding slowly at his request. hiro had never denied your requests, always giving you whatever you wanted whenever you needed it; so who were you to not at least try this simple thing for him?

his smile widened almost instantly, beginning to press loving kisses all over your face. “you won’t regret it pretty girl, i swear!”

hiro squeezed your sides as he got onto his knees, letting you know that he was going to take off your pants. he slowly removed them, leaving short kisses and bites down your thighs. he wanted to make sure you enjoyed this as much as he did, cause god was he going to enjoy it.

-

“stop hovering and fucking sit, you aren’t gonna kill me.” hiro breathed out. you didn’t know if he really wanted this or if he just wanted to make you feel good… either way you were nervous.

“stop thinking about it so much pretty girl cause i’m done being patient,” he gripped your thighs harshly, fully pulling your weight down onto his face. his tongue quickly lapped at your cunt, sucking feverishly as you whined out pleas. he wasn’t listening though and to be completely honest he didn’t really care how you felt at the moment, this was for his pleasure. your hands reached forward, tugging at his soft, pink hair. you were so overwhelmed with pleasure that you weren’t sure how to feel.

“please hiro, wait fuck” he let out a small chuckle, sending the vibrations directly through your core. he didn’t understand why you were so worried about what he was doing as long as it was making you both feel good. and you couldn’t deny that it was making you feel good, it was evident in the way you were dripping all over his face, slick coating his long tongue and slender fingers. your body was betraying you, no matter how much you tried begging him to stop he knew it wasn’t anywhere close to what you really wanted. needed.

he lifted your body up, catching his breath. “fuck you taste so good, could do this all night, sweetheart.” a small whimper came from your lips. what if he thought you were too big? or weighed too much? what if you were hurting him?

suddenly you felt hiro’s teeth sink into your thigh. “get out of your head angel, just relax. i promise i’m okay.” you sighed, softly agreeing to let him continue. he brought his hands up to your hips again, squeezing them gently in an effort to calm your nerves.

he was right though, after relaxing more and getting out of your head you realized just how good hiro was at this. his fingers filled your cunt so perfectly, almost as perfect as the way his tongue moved inside you. sucking and flicking on your clit, it felt like heaven. you were right on the edge and just needed a little bit more.

“gonna cum soon, hiro! please don’t stop…” you moaned. his fingers pressed onto your clit, rubbing a bit faster. hiro’s hips rutted into the air as you began grinding your body onto his face, desperate to cum. once you did cum your entire body went numb, crying out broken whines and whimpers of his name. he came too, not that you noticed, you were too wrapped up in the overstimulation that was starting to set in.

"please no more, 's too much!" you cry. eventually after a few more minutes, he was satisfied and stopped. pulling you into bed next to him and cuddling into your chest, he hoped that you wouldn't comment on the wet patch rubbing against your thigh.

"hiro-"

"shhh go to sleep," he laughed, kissing your tummy as he got up to go change.

#haikyu smut #hanamaki takahiro #haikyu x reader #hq imagines #hq smut #seijoh #hanamaki x reader #makki x reader #✉️ #📧