#makki scenario

[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."

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[haezen]

how he apologizes 

suna, makki

haikyuu!!  genre: hurt/comfort

a/n: they’re so silly and i’m in love with them (heheehehahaha) if you guys like this, show it some love.  (i love seeing you guys reblog with # ! i read them and they make my day!)  maybe i’ll do sakusa and atsumu next :>

dedicated to my lovely best friend @nami66m !

HOW SAKUSA APOLOGIZES

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SUNA

Rintarou is unbearably stubborn. 

He says things that he doesn’t mean and his words are venomous. When the two of you got into a fight over something that didn’t even really matter, you are shocked when he spits your biggest insecurity back in your face. He will never forget the pained expression that washed over your features and almost instantly, he regretted ever saying it in the first place. 

You held your head up high, trying to ignore the lump forming in your throat and the tears threatening to spill, before heading out of your shared home. He could tell that you were heartbroken to hear something you told him in confidence thrown back in your face. He knew that he fucked up, but yet he stood there unmoving like a statue, too afraid to move a muscle or utter a word. As he watched you storm out, he told himself that he never wants to see you leave out that door, running away from him again.

He stood in that same spot for a while, frozen. Why did he say those things? What were you even fighting about in the first place? How can he fix this?

He doesn’t know what to do. Before, all he did was run from his problems and avoid people he wronged like the plague. He’d ignored their texts and calls. He’d act like he wasn’t home when they’d knock on his door, begging for an explanation on why he went ghost. He’d even act like he didn’t know them when seeing them in public. 

Rintarou doesn’t know how to admit he’s wrong because he believes that if he admits it, then you’ll find somebody better. You deserve somebody who wouldn’t hurt you in the first place: someone who acknowledges their faults and overcomes them with humility. And he has never done that — he doesn’t know how to. 

So as he sits on the couch with his head in his hands and unbecoming tears streaming down his face, he decides that he needs to drive to the only person he can trust to ask for advice: Osamu.

You finally come home at midnight. Your cheeks and nose are red and he instantly realizes you’ve been walking out in the cold. 

But when you open the door, you’re greeted by the warmth of the fireplace, candles lit everywhere you look, and Rintarou standing right in the kitchen like he’d been waiting there for hours. He offers you an uneasy smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes. He smiles like he’s unsure of what to say or what your reaction will be. 

Deep down, he wants to run and hide like he usually would. He’s afraid that you will leave him first because you’ve seen how ugly he can be.

He gestures to the kitchen island, and you see he’s made you your favorite food. It’s not perfect and the display looks awful, but the hopeful look in his eyes is begging for your acceptance and validation. You know he’s never done anything like this before. 

The gesture makes you want to cry all over again, but you’re hesitant to forgive him so easily. When he’s met with silence, he continues.

“I made it all myself.” He explains, “But...I had to ask Osamu for help because I didn’t know where to start.” He admits, voice a little lower than before.

You step into the kitchen to take it all in  — the kitchen is a mess, the sink full of dishes and it looks like he spilled something all over the stove. But you know he’s trying, in his own stupid way, to make it up to you.

He approaches you carefully, scared that you’ll storm out again. To his surprise, you await his embrace. He wraps his arms around you while you hesitantly wrap yours around him.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers for the first time, “I didn’t mean what I said.” 

You think he might be crying.

“I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.” 

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MAKKI

He hates to think that he could’ve done something wrong in the first place. 

Because it was only a joke.

You had invited your family over for dinner. While all of you are having a good time and getting along for once, Makki decides to make a joke in an attempt to make your family like him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the time or the place for this particular joke —   it’s inappropriate and borderline offensive, especially to you.  You, most out of everyone, are appalled and shocked that he’d even bring something like that up. It makes everyone stiff and the aura is suddenly uncomfortable; the air is stuffy and no one knows what to say in response. You excused yourself from the table, dragging Makki outside to the balcony by his ear. He groaned in complaint and once you left the table, everyone shared knowing looks. By the time the both of you returned inside, everyone had already finished their food and was ready to leave, eager to leave the tense atmosphere. You were beyond embarrassed and disappointed that the night had gone awry.

You pointedly ignored him for the rest of the night because you decided that you were too upset to fight. You cleaned up by yourself despite Makki’s protests to let him help you. You shouldered him off and he didn’t know what to do. He was starting to get frustrated, but he knew not to say anything in retort. 

Unfortunately, like most men, Makki has his pride. But, he realizes that he would much rather admit he’d done something to upset you rather than sit, brood, and refuse to apologize. Of course, since it is Makki, he has to put a fun and exciting twist to it.

He’ll usually give you your space for a few hours, acting like he is oblivious to the silent treatment you always give him when you’re upset. He looks past all the harsh glares you throw his way and he ignores the scoffs you make when he walks past you in your shared apartment. He even gives you a flippant, ‘bye!’ when you leave to get some fresh air because the tension is so thick that the both of you feel like you’re going to suffocate.

While you’re gone, he scrambles to get things ready as he prepares to build a blanket fort for the both of you. It might be childish, but the two of you have never been afraid to indulge in ‘kiddie’ activities. And he knows how much you love to watch movies together. He even makes the quickest trip to the convenience store in his life – rushing to get you your favorite snacks and drink. 

He barely makes it home before you return. He's putting the final touches when he hears you unlocking the door.

 As he whips around, you walk in and your eyes go wide.

“What’s this?” You question, eyeing his guilty expression. 

“I’m sorry.”  Is all he says.

You scoff for probably the hundredth time today. As you unlace your shoes and shrug your coat off your shoulders, you hear him messing around with the television. Your heart is racing as you try to decide if you’re still upset at him. 

“Do you know how uncomfortable you made everyone? You’re so–” 

“I shouldn’t have made such a stupid joke.”

“You think?” 

You fail to realize that your boyfriend has closed the distance between you two. He sweeps you off your feet, strong arms picking you up to hold you bridal style. 

“Hey!” You scream.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs with a soft smile, before he playfully throws you inside the fort, your back hitting an array of pillows. You squeal in response and he is quick to follow you inside. You look around and he’s put a lot of effort in – he even used the bar stools so that you’d have more room. He sits beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulls you to his side. 

“Please forgive me.” He whispers into your ear, kissing all over your face and neck as you protest. 

“‘Hiro!” You laugh, trying to fight him off but it’s fruitless. You enjoy his proximity and even, you recognize the fact that he’s doing his best to cheer you up.

You can’t help the giggle that bubbles up from your throat as he restlessly starts attacking you with his affection.

 Then, you forget why you were even mad in the first place.

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[osamusriceballs]

Sweet Treats with Seijoh

Oikawa x Reader, Iwaizumi x Reader, Makki x Reader, Mattsun x Reader

Words: ~1,2 k

Warnings: None

A/n: sry, I only did the 3rd years >.< I'll do the other’s next year on Valentine's Day, hehe! <3

Sweet Treats with Inarizaki

Sweet Treats with Shiratorizawa

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Oikawa:

The only thing keeping you steady is Oikawa's warm hand and his encouraging words while you both skate your very first round through the empty hall.

"You're doing so good, my darling. You look so cute when you're concentrated." He squeezes your hand, and you wonder once again how your boyfriend could be blessed with so many talents AND extraordinary good looks. Oikawa Tooru, who easily convinced you to go ice skating with him on Valentine‘s Day together, and it should be unfair how effortlessly good-looking he is on the ice.

He surely knows well how to skate well, his stance secure and steady, and he even manages to give you a feeling of security besides your wobbly legs.

"I can't believe you actually rented this whole hall." You gesture to the empty place with your free hand, briefly looking at the big screen of advertisement that is now displaying both of your names and a few hearts much to your surprise. The cheesy picture makes your heart swell with sudden affection for the brunette setter besides you.

"I just asked if they could give us two hours after their closing time. Iwa-chan pulled a few strings for me, his connections are no joke." He chuckles and shakes his head- but you suddenly lose focus when you try to respond and stumble, and Oikawa reacts immediately, his body almost moving on autopilot.

He whisks you into his arms and holds you steady in a matter of seconds- and you forget how to breathe for a moment when you feel his arms caging you and holding you close to him. Oikawa is staring right into your eyes, his confident smile turning into a serious, yet soft expression when he focuses on you and only you- and you can also not help yourself but getting lost in him. "I love you, y/n. I love you so much, it hurts sometimes." He whispers, his brown eyes closing for a short second as if he needs to calm himself down, and there is a vulnerability in his features that makes your body react instantly. You wrap your arms around him and bring one of your hands to cup his cheek. You look into his eyes, hoping to convey that you feel the same for him- that he is your everything, that he is the one you wholeheartedly love with your whole existence.

"I love you too, Tooru. You're my everything." And that's when he smiles genuinely, a smile that is only reserved for you, and leans down until his warm lips meet yours in a loving kiss.

Iwaizumi:

"I know I've been busy with the upcoming season lately, but I wanted to make sure to make up for that tonight.“

He opens the door and holds it open for you to enter first- Iwaizumi is the perfect gentleman without even trying, it seems like he is made of perfect boyfriend material with every single cell of his handsome body.

"It‘s okay, Hajime. I know the season will be over soon, and then we can go on our vacation.“

You turn towards him, and he smiles softly at you. But before you can lean down and remove your shoes, he suddenly pulls you closer and presses your body against his chest. "Hajime-"

"Just- can we stay like this?"

He rests one hand gently on your lower back and one between your shoulder blades, and you immediately melt into his touch and wrap your arms around his shoulders to deeply inhale his familiar cologne. You feel his chest raise against your cheek with every breath that he takes, his warmth against your body, and his hands, that rub slow circles on your back- and that moment feels so intimate, so, so close, and so full of love -

Iwaizumi slowly begins to move his body in a slow rhythm, and you simply follow his lead. He is slowly dancing with you in the dimly lit floor, just you and him, feeling each other, and listening to each other’s breaths and heartbeats. You can't help but to fall a bit harder for the athletic trainer that easily managed to get into your heart from the very first moment you saw him.

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?" You hum against his chest, feeling his slow and steady heartbeat against your cheek, and you know that you probably would stay like this forever if you could- just in his arms, right where you belong-

“I love you. Forever.“

“I love you too, Hajime. Forever.“

Makki:

It's not hard to spot your boyfriend in the middle of the crowd- he is the one with the biggest bouquet of roses you have ever seen in your whole live. The beautiful arrangement of flowers is big enough to draw attention from all over the place, everyone probably wondering if he has gone insane- but you know that it's just such a Makki thing to do.

"Y/n! I'm here, my angel!"

Before you two started dating, you had absolutely no idea that he could actually be so cute and romantic, only knowing his easygoing and lighthearted side- but he never fails to fluster and surprise you every single day.

"I can't believe you got these for me." Your eyes widen when you look at the bouquet from up close- it seems even more gigantic than from afar.

"Only the best for my gem." He smiles and cups your cheek gently with one hand to press a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. "I've got so many plans for today. I will spoil you and make sure you'll never forget this day- it's our first Valentine's Day together, and I want to make sure you know that I will always put effort in our relationship, even though I seem a bit unsteady sometimes." He wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you closer, the huge bouquet still in his other hand. You're glad that you're not standing in the middle of the way, and that the people passing you are not looking at you anymore, because you know that you look absolutely flustered after his sudden outburst.

"You know that you don't need to do all of this. Just spending time with you is enough for me."

"I know. But I wanted to do it. For you, for me. For us."

He seems so serious, and you can't help but to smile fondly at his expression. He looses his tension when he sees your happy smile, and you quickly interlace your fingers with his.

"Let's go. I'm all yours today."

"I'll make sure to cherish you to make you mine forever." He mumbles, his cheeks turning pink at the sudden thought of marrying you once day.

"Did you say something?" You glance at him and shortly catch the sight of his reddned face but he is quick to divert your attention to something else.

"Nothing to worry about. Let's go!"

Mattsun:

"I'm home! Please don't be mad!"

The second he turns around after closing the door, he is already facing your pouting face, and he guiltily scratches the back of his head.

"I got stalled at work- but I promise I'll be quick, we will make it in time, just trust me, babe."

"Hurry then, our reservation is in an hour, and we need to drive there for at least half an hour."

You urge him to go to the bedroom to change his clothes, but he finally seems to realize that you're already wearing your pretty dress and lipstick, with your favorite necklace that he gifted you on your first anniversary on your neck- and he freezes for a second.

Mattsukawa takes a few moments to look at you from head to toe- and he is instantly convinced that no one has ever looked as beautiful as you do now.

"What? Issei, I swear to god, if we're late and they cancel our reservation, then you'll be in trouble-"

"No, babe. You just look so beautiful right now." His mumbled words heat up your cheeks, and the intensity of his gaze makes you speechless for a few seconds.

"Oh." He steps closer to you and carefully places his hands on your hips before he leans down to look at your eyes. "So beautiful. I'm so lucky to have you." His lips slowly meet your cheek- "So smart and witty." His lips meet your other cheek. "Kind and caring." His lips meet your forehead "Strong and-" his lips hover over yours, and you feel like hyperventilating- he still has that effect on you. "Only mine." It only takes him a small tilt of his head to connect your lips, and you instantly reciprocate the kiss, much to his delight.

The sweet moment is interrupted when your phone rings- and you pull back with slight panic in your face.

"Issei- stop, get dressed already!"

He smiles at your words and playfully salutes.

“Yes, Mrs. Mattsukawa!“

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #makki x reader #mattsun x reader #seijoh x reader #oikawa #iwaizumi #mattsun #makki #WELL #I'm a bit late #I planned to post this in February #but well #belated Valentine's Day #I also had a scenario with Makki in mind #where he forgets Valentine's Day #and tries to make up for it #I might use that for another character #ANYWAYS #Sending lots of love to you all <3 #sleep well and stay healthy and hydrated <3 #I'll try to post new stuff soon! #I also wanted to change my profile and aesthetic soon!! <3 #I should be busy with my internship and my two papers and work #but weeeell #not feeling guilty Hahahah

[lovelyunholyc]

cozy

!! nsfw - minors and blank/ageless blogs will be blocked :) !!

cw: fem!reader, oral (f! and m! receiving), blowjobs, face sitting, unprotected sex. established relationship. pls let me know if i missed anything :)

it had started with a bet.

you hadn't figured out what to wager yet if you won, but the bragging rights were more than enough incentive for you. it seemed trivial, but with your reputation as a scaredy cat who couldn't handle horror movies on the line, you were willing to do anything for redemption.

hanamaki had first choice for the movie since he had initiated the idea, and you were the one with something to prove. he picked an indie film, dubbed the most terrifying one of the year by critics, and though you never really trust reviews, you trust that your boyfriend always plays to win, so there was no doubt that this would be a challenge.

all you had to do, as per the rules he'd so kindly laid out, was last the whole movie, start to finish, without covering your eyes or ears or making any kind of "scared noises" (his words). simple and straightforward.

the first few scenes are easy enough to get through, as the characters are introduced and the plot is laid out. you make yourself comfortable on your couch, resting your head on his shoulder and tucking your legs beneath a blanket, letting him feed you gummy worms (because he insists if you try to feed him or yourself, you could use it as a distraction from the movie). when the strange occurrences start to come in, however, and you start to flinch, the familiar chill of fear seeping into your bones, it's a different story altogether.

it doesn't take you long to come up with a plan.

it's practically foolproof, because you know he can never resist you. the thought makes you smile to yourself, the distraction already affecting you to your benefit.

makki doesn't seem to notice when you hug him even closer to you, shifting so your hand lays surreptitiously on his chest. you slide it across his shirt slowly, letting your palm rest over his abs.

he starts to side-eye you then, you can feel it, and you bite your lip to stifle your mischievous grin. "babe? you doing okay?"

you hum out a reply, lowering your hand to his waistband nonchalantly.

makki jolts slightly, but you're pleased to know it's because of the film and not your gradual encroachment on your mission.

"gummy," you say anyway just for good measure to distract him, and look up and open your mouth in anticipation.

he supplies you immediately, popping another gummy worm in your mouth and smiling sweetly when you catch his wrist and kiss his palm in appreciation.

you chew on the candy, wait patiently for your time to strike.

another jumpscare that gets even him, and your hand slides home, down between his legs and has him jumping for a different reason entirely.

"baby, what are you d-?" he starts, but cuts himself off with a gasp when you continue squeezing at the bulge in his pants, kissing slowly up his neck until you reach his jaw, licking at the sharp line of it. he grows in your hand, and you feel a potent sense of triumph at how quickly and easily you can get him hard with barely a few touches, how sweetly he responds to you without fail.

makki's looking at you now, and even in the dim blue light of the tv you can see him blushing so nicely, despite the furrow of his brow he's trying desperately to hold. "hey, that's not-" he starts to pant, jolting once more when you find the head of his clothed cock and thumb over it. "that's not fair!"

you lick your lips, smiling smugly. "you didn't make a rule against it, hiro," you remind him, brushing his fringe away from his forehead with your free hand so you can see his eyes better. "unless you want me to stop?" you give his cock one last, sound squeeze before you let him go, and instantly his hips follow the warmth of your palm, as if on instinct. it makes you want to please him even more.

makki groans, gives you a half-hearted glare. "i didn't think you'd play dirty," he scoffs, but there's an adoring glimmer in his pretty eyes that tells you he's not too upset about this turn of events.

"with you, baby, i can't help it." you wink, give him a pointedly chaste kiss.

he curses under his breath, sighs heavily, but you know it's for show, know that he's already given in. "c'mere, you little minx," he murmurs lowly, his voice dropping lower sending shivers down your spine. he tugs you closer by the hem of his favorite sweater, the one you fight over at least once a week, and easily captures your smirking lips.

the kiss starts slow, a flurry of lingering pecks until you place your hands on the sides of his head to keep him still, growing increasingly impatient, hungry for more. you can feel him grin against your lips at that, a little wider when you shift to straddle him, never fully breaking away. he opens up for you without much prompting, lets you lick into his mouth and plunder it for your own enjoyment, until spit drips down the corner of his lips. and you don't let that go to waste, either, pulling away when your lungs start to burn and swiping it up with your tongue, smiling deviously.

god, he loves being loved by you, being desired so passionately like this, so wholly and unconditionally it makes his head spin.

and how much more dizzying it is to know he feels the same way, that he would do anything for you, would pluck out the stars in the sky for you, give you all of himself and more.

you're above him now, outlined in the flashing blue light of the tv behind you, and he thinks you look like some kind of diety, radiant with that triumphant smirk on your face, lips bitten red and all the more kissable. because you know you've already won, that he'd fall to his knees and worship you instantly.

makki's fingers dig a little deeper into the flesh of your thighs when you press your hips closer. he can feel the heat of your cunt even through your clothes, and it makes his cock twitch, hips bucking up once to chase the friction.

"hiro," you start, looking too smug for your own good, fingers tickling at the short hair on the nape of his neck. "let's make another bet."

he hums in interest for you to keep going, leans in to trail wet kisses down the side of your neck.

"if you cum before the movie ends, you have to let me sit on your face."

makki sits up then, brows furrowed in confusion. "baby, i do that every other day, and i don't consider that a punishment." he pecks at your lips, nudges your nose lovingly with his own and grins mischievously. "in fact, i see it as a privelige that i cherish greatly."

you laugh, wrap your arms around his shoulders. you suppose he's right, it has become one of his favorite things to do - and yours, too. "okay, then you owe me dinner for the entire next month."

"deal," he says before you can even finish your sentence, leaning back in to kiss you again, one hand sliding up from your thigh to prod at your clit through your silk pajama shorts.

the sudden contact makes you gasp, and he swallows it, traces the seam of your lips with his tongue, but before he can dip into your mouth once more, you pull away.

makki groans again, narrowing his eyes at you like you've interrupted something gravely important.

you kiss his frown away and giggle, slipping from his grasp to trail your lips further down his body. "can i suck your dick, 'hiro?" you ask sweetly as you settle on your knees between his legs, fluttering your eyelashes and biting playfully at the waistband of his sweats while you wait for his answer.

makki grits his teeth, presses his hands into his face to collect himself, clearly exasperated for all the best reasons. "god, you're so fucking hot, you're gonna kill me."

your smile is beyond sinister, and he thinks for a second that maybe he should be more scared of you than the movie. you nudge your nose into his bulge, delighting at the pulse his cock gives in response. "well?"

"yes, yes, fuck, please, baby, do it."

you sit up on your knees just to kiss him while you pull his pants and underwear down his thighs. he shifts to the edge of the couch with you, watches you settle back on your knees between his own, shuddering pleasantly at the hungry look in your eyes and the cool air on his newly exposed skin.

you waste no time at all, only giving him a cursory glance before taking hold of his shaft and giving the glistening tip a kitten lick. makki lets out a shaky breath above you, and the helpless sound only spurs you on. you lick a slow stripe down the underside, tracing along the prominent vein, grazing your teeth gently on his frenulum on the upstroke and earning a deep-seated groan.

makki already knows he's done for, that he'd never last the rest of the movie, has resigned himself not to even attempt that. it seems like such an impossible feat, with how well you know his body and can have him falling apart for you within minutes, how perfect your mouth feels around his cock when you pull back, satisfied with how slick you've gotten him with your spit and his precum, and then relax your jaw and surge forward to finally sink down on him, slow and steady, until he hits the back of your throat.

"sh-shit, honey," he heaves, chest tight with how you've managed to punch the air out of his lungs. "you're so fucking good at that."

he knows if you could smirk, you would be.

your fingers fondle at his balls, and he tries his best not to squirm too much in his seat. he clutches helplessly at the blanket you'd thrown off at some point in your haste beside him, his other hand tangling absently in your hair, following the way your head bobs when you find your rhythm.

he knows you love how vocal he is, so he starts to whimper your name intertwined with a variety of curses as the heat of arousal pooling low in his gut threatens to overwhelm him. not that he could help it, anyway, when you build him up and tease at him the way only you can.

you pull all the way back once, slurping up your mess as you go, and suck lovingly around the head of his cock. it makes him shiver, your eyes never leaving his, half-lidded and watery with exertion yet so determined to get what you want from him.

you fist the base of him when you pop off with a soft smack, your combined spit and his precum easing the slide of your hand, and finally you can smile lopsided at him.

makki blinks back slowly, his own eyes just as wet and lustful, cheeks irresistibly rosy, his hand drifting from your hair to caress fondly at your face despite the mess you've made of it. "i'm so fucking in love with you," he breathes, his voice thick with emotion and open desire.

you giggle breathlessly at that, kiss down his length. "you wanna cum in my mouth, hiro?" your voice is rougher, the grit in it from him, from having his dick down your throat, drives him crazy.

he nods vigorously, whines at the filthy words coming out of your mouth when you're looking up at him so innocently, then whines at the sight of his dick disappearing between your plush lips, all red and swollen now with use when you wrap them around him once more.

you grab his hand and place it back on your head, tapping at his wrist to signal him to move you the way he likes.

it makes his heart nearly give out with excitement.

makki takes care to never hurt you (unless you explicitly state that you want that, sometimes), so even in his lust-addled state, he makes sure not to push you too hard or too fast, drawing in a shaky breath when he bottoms out once more, the tip of your nose just barely grazing his pelvis. he guides more than pushes you up and down on his length, careful, meeting you halfway with a subdued buck of his hips.

you moan around him, encouraging him, and the vibrations make him groan so deeply it comes out as a growl, the pretty, choked up noises you make just for him spurring him on to speed up his pace just a bit.

he only lasts a few more sloppy thrusts before he finally gives in to the absolutely divine wet heat of your mouth. he cries out your name and spills down your throat and on your tongue when you pull back to let him watch with wonder while you work him with your fist, prolonging his high until his nerves start to sting with oversensitivity.

you swallow heartily, licking at your lips and catching stray drops of him on your chin, give the swollen head of his cock one last chaste kiss before you tuck him back into his pants. you climb back up and settle in his lap again, your thin bottoms soaked through completely and becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

makki can't wait to catch his breath before kissing you, so he doesn't, and gasps into your mouth instead. you taste like a mix of him and candy, and it shouldn't be that irresistible, but it is. he chases it from your tongue, laughs breathlessly with you when you start to laugh, both of your faces growing increasingly messy with how careless and eager he is just to taste from you.

eventually you break away and press a palm to the center of his chest to hold him back, remnants of laughter still on your face as you swipe at it with your (his!) sweater sleeves. "you're gross," you say fondly, "now you got us both all sticky and gross."

makki just waggles his eyebrows, smirks salaciously. "speaking of sticky," he starts, fingers inching up your thighs, but you give him pause by starting to wipe at his face, too.

"speaking of gross," you counter, glancing behind you at the tv screen that's still obviously playing the film even you'd forgotten about. "you didn't make it, baby. guess you'll owe me food for the whole month."

he just smiles wider, doesn't let you finish cleaning his face before he shoves a hand down your shorts, fingers finding your clit with expert ease. "yeah, yeah." he leans in to kiss you, then continues down your jaw, then your throat. "give me my reward first."

you can only gasp and laugh again, pure joy and adoration thrumming through your veins in equal measure as arousal. makki guides you down gently, positions you at the edge of the couch cushion and takes his place on his knees between your legs. you can't help but be charmed by his excitement, the obvious lust and hunger to please you glimmering in his eyes, big hands pulling your shorts and underwear off in one motion before he places your legs over his shoulders.

"fuck, baby," he murmurs, licking his lips when he finally gets a glimpse of your bare cunt, loves how your skin shimmers so nicely with how wet you are. "all for me, huh?" it makes his chest swell with pride - you were that turned on just by pleasing him.

your fingers find his hair and soothe at his scalp lovingly. "all for you," you affirm with a playful wiggle of your hips.

makki grins, and the look on his face is not unlike when his favorite meal is laid out in front of him. because, in fact, he'd argue that you were his favorite meal. he leans in and gives your slit a long, appreciative lick, from your hole to your clit, humming in satisfaction at the taste of you bursting on his tongue. he flicks and circles at your sensitive bud with the very tip of his tongue, making you gasp and whine, before he pulls away, eyes glazed over with delirious lust.

"turn around for me, angel," he says lowly, and you scramble to turn away from him, knees spread on the cushions and hands on the back of the couch to balance yourself, just as eager.

as soon as you get situated, makki sits on the floor with his back to the couch and slides his head underneath you, between your legs. you hold the hem of your sweater up against your sternum so you can see him clearly, just in time for when he grins lopsided up at you, all charm and beauty and a feral kind of hunger that makes you want to rub your thighs together, had he not taken hold of them already.

"are you ready?" you ask, breathless and in love, heart hammering in anticipation.

"give it to me, baby."

makki squeezes at the fat of your thighs in encouragement, guides you down towards his face. he wastes no time, knows you're just as ready and eager as he is. as soon as his warm tongue slides back through your folds you want to pull back, already overwhelmed, but he keeps you there, holds you firm.

he works your cunt the same way he kisses you - deep and passionate, just the right kind of sloppy, making you even more of a mess. he gathers your slick on his tongue, runs it back and forth through your folds, like he can't get enough, like he wants to savor you as much as he can, moans against you when your hips start to follow his movements, your fingers finding his hair.

makki closes his eyes, deeply satisfied, his cock starting to jump back to attention. he pays it no mind, too lost in your taste, the breathy, pretty little sounds you make, the way you pull at his hair and scratch at his scalp, just as lost in pleasure. he licks at your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking, and the way you gasp and shake above him makes him groan. you're so wet at this point that you're dripping down his chin, soaking his skin and yours with a mix of your slick and his saliva, and he laps at it gratefully, ravenously, not intent on wasting your bounty so carelessly.

he slips his tongue inside you just to coax more of your juices out, just to hear you whimper. he smirks against you, slides deeper until his nose nudges into your clit and you cry his name.

"fuck, hiro," you breathe, pleasure so tightly wound in your gut it steals your voice and makes you choke on your words. he blinks his eyes open just a bit, just to catch your own and make sure you don't miss the gleam in his eyes when he slurps you up loudly, smacking his lips against you.

the sound makes more heat rise to your face in embarrassment, though you're the only ones home. "love you," he mumbles into you, the words jumbled into your wet skin and broken up by each lick.

"i love- fuck, i love you," you manage to respond, knowing he'd decided then to slip his finger into your entrance just to make you stutter.

makki doubles his efforts, pushes another finger in and starts pumping, and lolls his tongue out against your swollen bud, his free hand guiding you into a slow grind onto his tongue. you whine, grip onto the back of the couch to steady yourself as your hips buck, barely controlled, chasing the sweet friction of his tongue and the pressure of his fingers inside you.

you sing his name like a prayer, back arching as you feel your high draw nearer.

makki crooks his fingers into the spot inside you that makes you keen, simultaneously catching your clit between his lips on your forward stroke and sucking, and you swear you see stars. you fall so suddenly into your orgasm, your body seizes up momentarily. your walls pulse enticingly around his digits as he continues thrusting them in and out of your cunt. he laps up what gushes out of you as if it's nectar, continues rubbing your aching clit with his tongue until you're gasping at him to stop from sensitivity, thighs trembling and no longer able to hold yourself up.

you lean all of your weight into the back of the couch in front of you, your knuckles turning white with your grip on it, as makki languidly slides his tongue through your folds a few final times. you let him clean you up, too spent to protest much, though your muscles twitch and quiver with exertion.

"hiro, kiss," you request when he finally slips out from under you, tapping at your ass cheek playfully.

makki indulges you without question, swiping haphazardly at his wet chin with his sleeve before settling back down on the couch. he grins, utterly lovestruck at your satiated expression, at the stars in your own eyes when you reach for him. he pulls you back into his lap and leans in to kiss you, the most tender one of the night. you smile against his lips when you taste yourself on him, and the lingering sweetness of the candy you've both been eating.

"you're hard again," you laugh softly when you pull away, cradling his face. even in faint light you can just make out the sparse freckles dotting his cheeks, the playful glimmer in his pretty eyes. his bangs are slightly damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead, and you brush them back fondly.

"can you blame me?" he winks at you, and it makes you laugh even more. his hands slide up under your sweater, caress over the curve of your waist before he's cupping fondly at your breasts, thumbing at your nipples and chuckling when your breath hitches. however, he makes no move to alleviate the discomfort of his erection, and instead tilts his head towards the tv screen that's since been rolling end credits. you'd forgotten it was even still playing. "i'll give you one chance to start over for your reputation."

you huff, sitting up and shaking your head. "you can play it again, but i have a better idea." your grin is nothing short of completely devious.

before he can ask about it, you shift to straddle him again, slipping a hand between you and beneath his pants again. whatever he was going to say is lost in a gasp when you stroke his cock and pull down the band of his sweats with your free hand to release it.

"angel-" makki starts, but it dissipates into a deep, guttural groan when you take hold of him and run the head of his cock against your clit and the slippery folds of your pussy, until you're both moaning together.

the swollen head of his cock catches on your entrance, and you pull him in eagerly, sink down on him slow and smooth from how wet you still are. when he bottoms out he whispers curses under his breath, and you shiver and moan at the sweet stretch, the pressure of his shaft against your walls and the tip nudging right into your sweet spot, filling you in a way you can never get enough of, in a way only he can.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, lean in to kiss him deeply, greedily, like you need his mouth more than you need air in your lungs. he obliges, responds in kind, the feel of you wrapped so snugly around him making him all the more desperate.

when you pull away, you wink at him, too. "okay. now you can start it over."

#hanamaki takahiro #hanamaki smut #hanamaki x reader #haikyuu makki #hq makki #haikyuu makki smut #makki smut #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu smut #hq makki smut #hanamaki takahiro x reader #hanamaki takahiro smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #ten.writes #nsfw. #haikyuu

[atsumulogy]

synopsis: kdrama cliches & tropes u would experience w/ ur haikyuu boys.

pairing(s): various x gn!reader

content warning: mentions of being drunk, pinch of angst at the bonus end, wrist grabbing, mentions of a fight

naia’s footnote: first post 4 this blog … Feeling: Nervous 😹this probably a bit ooc but let me live! also?? the read more thingy gives me these stupid glitches and i had to redo this for so many times

likes & reblogs are appreciated!

PIGGY BACK RIDES — scenario wherein you probably got injured or got too tired to walk and he carries you on his back (either begrudgingly or happily, either way you’re both warmer than usual in the face but no one says anything.)

→ BOKUTO, tsukishima(is part of the begrudgingly part, you’re probably too tired to walk or injured and he’s totally NOT worried about you okay? he just finds your whining annoying and wants you to shut up.) noya, asahi, aran, kita, akaashi, daichi, aone.

FORCED COHABITATION — you guys probably hate each other, and somehow, someway, you guys end up in a situation where you guys have to live together. this was not a part of his or your plans, but so is falling in love with each other but i guess fate has other plans!

→ SAKUSA, atsumu, shirabu, semi (you think he plays his guitar way too loud not knowing it’s the chords of the song he wrote about you)

CONFESSION OF FEELINGS BUT … — either you or he fell asleep, blackout drunk or just sleepy as hell. or he gets interrupted before he confesses by a phone call that will lead to many scenarios from misunderstandings to an emergency that will set back the confession a few more episodes until he actually gets to confess. or at this point, you have to be the one to confess because things just won’t go his way!

→ OIKAWA (LMAO, wanna see him suffer), ennoshita, kyotani, iwaizumi, goshiki, makki, tanaka, asahi, hinata, lev, atsumu, kuroo.

SHARING AN UMBRELLA — it rains but you forgot your umbrella, and he so happens to have one with him. and somehow you and him end up under his umbrella, close proximity as you could literally feel his hot breath and he wonders if you could hear his heart beat drumming like he just ran a whole mile. he would angle the umbrella in a way that you wouldn’t get wet by the rain while his shoulders soaking wet but it’s okay, as long as you’re fine and dry he doesn’t mind getting wet by the rain <3 (bonus if next day he gets sick and you visit him and take care of him AND maybe an almost kiss happening … 😁)

→ AKAASHI, KITA, semi, goshiki, tanaka, yamamoto, kuroo

WRIST GRABS — grabs your wrists to get you to talk to him because you walked out on him OR OR HE GRABS YOUR WRISTS BECAUSE HE GOT JEALOUS WITH THE GUY YOU’RE TALKING TO OR (they try not to be as forceful or harsh tho ☹️)

→ iwaizumi, osamu, suna, yaku, kyotani, tsukishima, kageyama, oikawa, atsumu, kuroo (?) atp i’m just saying anyone that comes into my mind LMAO

OLD CHILDHOOD FRIENDS THAT MEET AGAIN (AND FALL IN LOVE) — okay so you guys either remember each other not, but that really doesn’t matter in the end because either way, you guys would end up together. hashtag fated soulmates!

→ ushijima (I JUST FEEL LIKE HE COULD FIT THIS TROPE .. or probably he reminds of this male lead in a kdrama i watched with this trope LOL), sakusa, noya, oikawa, tendou.

SHOULDER NAP — he falls asleep in your shoulders, whether he meant to or not won’t change the fact that you could hear the beat of your heart increasing, your breath hitching, and suddenly the room feels hotter than ever.

or you fall asleep in his shoulder and suddenly he can’t move a single muscle anymore, but it’s fine, he thinks, as you nuzzle yourself unconsciously into his neck.

→ SUNA, kenma, kyotani (you fall asleep on his shoulders and instead of pushing you off him, he lets you sleep there and glares at anyone who stares at you guys.), kageyama, tsukishima.

BONUS: THE LOVE TRIANGLE TROPE — my guilty pleasure but also my most behated trope ever.

the male lead — the one who got the love interest in the end.

→ oikawa, tsukishima (it’s giving asshole male lead but gets the girl in the end anyway!), bokuto, terushima, tanaka, kageyama, atsumu, osamu, shirabu, goshiki, ushijima

the second lead — probably deserves the love interest as much as the male lead OR probably deserves the love interest more LMAO

→ akaashi (he treats the love interest so well and he just?? loves them sm?? even though he’s not the one that they picked?? crying he doesn’t even expect anything from them. he's the type of second lead every viewer was rooting for), iwaizumi, kindaichi, lev, yamamoto, and if i say suna, ennoshita, noya, konoha, koganegawa, semi, kawanishi

#atsumu x reader #oikawa x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu angst #haikyuu drabbles #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #kuroo x reader #tsukishima x reader #ushijima x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x you

[rishiguro]

12; VISIT

iwaizumi didn't have to wait for long until his best friend picked up the call.

"hello iwa-chan," oikawa sang with a smile on his lips, "can't believe that this is one of the rare moments where you're the one to call me"

iwaizumi's lips curved weakly, rolling his eyes at the setter's antics.

well, he wasn't wrong. usually it was indeed oikawa who called first, usually during his breaks at practice or on his days off, when iwaizumi was either also on a break or already off work, getting ready for bed.

"yeah well, miracles happen," iwaizumi stated, shrugging. his eyes darted to the top of his screen, reading the time. remembering how late it actually was for his friend, he couldn't help himself, scolding him. "and you really shouldn't be awake anymore, you know? i thought you fixed your sleeping schedule?"

oikawa gasped, a hand on his chest as he laid back in his chair. "excuse me, i'm doing perfectly fine, thank you very much?”

shortly after the brown haired man furrowed his brows, carefully examining the image on his screen.

"also, don't try to change the topic. don't think i can't see that you're definitely not at home. at at mattsun's or makki's"

iwaizumi cursed mentally. obviously it was pointless, his best friend has always been incredibly fast to pick up the slightest shift of mood or every piss-poor attempt to divert his attention. "i know, i'm sorry. it's just—" he sighed, ripping his eyes away from the screen in front of him and opting to look at his hand holding the phone, "yeah i don't really know how to say this"

oikawa's face fell as he heard his, body leaning towards the phone propped up on his desk.

"hajime, you're worrying me" he uttered carefully.

the two of them have known each other for all their lives and been through every stage of life together. they've experienced joy, anger, loss and heartbreak together, yet oikawa could count on one hand how often he has seen his best friend so distraught.

silent seconds turned into minutes, words hanging on iwaizumi's lips, yet never really managing to spill over the edge.

slowly oikawa started to get impatient, his leg bouncing rapidly under his desk. there was no way that his best friend would make jokes about such situations, so he knew that the prolonged silence should be credited to iwaizumi's nervousness. and while the setter didn't want to pressure his best to tell him anything, his mind started racing, jumping from one horrible scenario to the next. "i swear if this is just some stupid prank i will fly over there and—“

"i have cancer," iwaizumi blurted out, jaw clenching immediately after.

"what?" oikawa stared at his screen in disbelief as iwaizumi looked away from the camera.

he slowly nodded, pulling his knees closer to him as he sat. "cancer. i don't know much more yet, the doctors told me they're going to do some lab tests and x-rays to figure it out"

oikawa cursed loudly, hiding his face in his hands for some moments before starting to massage his temples with closed eyes.

"yeah. fuck"

silence settled over the two for the n-th time, however this time it was heavy on their shoulders. iwaizumi didn't even dare to turn his face back to the camera, afraid to face his best friend, afraid of what he might see.

he didn't want to be pitied, he didn't want to see the look of horror on his face or the sad look in his eyes.

he didn't want it to be real.

it was the brown haired setter that spoke again, parting his tightly closed lips again. "how far along?" iwaizumi's jaw clenched. " don't know yet. not for sure, that is"

"okay" he nodded.

after moments that felt hours to him, iwaizumi allowed himself to take a glance on his phone screen. the setter was hunched over on his desk, face hidden in his hands. iwaizumi could see his forced deep breaths as his best friend desperately tried to stay calm.

the dark haired man swallowed, trying to get rid of the big lump in his throat. his eyes darted back to the time, instantly feeling regret. "i know it's late and i'm—“

"don't," his best friend immediately interrupted, holding his hand up. "don't you even dare to apologize. i just—" he paused for a second, leaning back on his chair again, arms falling down. his eyes were distant, like he was zoning out. "just don't know what else to say”

feeling ashamed, iwaizumi looked away again, chewing on his bottom lip.

"okay" oikawa took a deep breath, leaning forward before he started rapidly typing on his keyboard.

confused, iwaizumi looked at his best friend. "what are you doing?"

"i'm checking the next flights and getting myself a ticket,” he stated, like it was completely obvious.

"tooru—“

he shook his head, effectively cutting his best friend off, without even looking at the screen. "no, hajime. i don't care. my best friend is in the hospital and has cancer for fucks sake. there's no way i'm not going" he clenched his jaw, brows furrowed in concentration. "don't expect me to just stay here and not do anything. because i won't. i can't"

and if oikawa looked at the screen, he would've seen iwaizumi quickly wiping a tear from his cheek.

evanescent

/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”

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[lukkabloom]

Fun facts abt residents according to Ikevamp Radio (ヴァンなま) Part 4

Let's go with episodes 11 & 12!! Only 2 episodes since one was a bit longer. Anyways, LET'S GOOO!!!

Episode 11: Back in the studio w/Vincent & Sebas!!

Vincent sees Sebas singing “Can you celebrate?” a song by Amuro Namie, so he knows the song from the future

Vincent can’t get Sebas to pay attention to him, Sebas keeps singing until Vincent gives him a flick on the forehead

Vincent thinks Sebas is bored as he has created many lines & scenarios for both him and Vincent (flashback to episode 10) Sebas says that “Time is something you make for yourself”

They talk about June brides and wedding for a bit (not my fav episode tbh)

Sebas teaches Vincent the lyrics of “Can you celebrate?” (they sing the song together)

Morishi and Makki call Issac cute (this was when Isaac’s route was released in jp)

For the “Can you tell me… your name?” it was a bit different than usual. There were 4 options to choose from instead of 3, and the fourth was a line that combined the previous three statements into one. For example, Vincent’s provided lines were 1. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here until the morning” 2. “You can depend on me today, okay?” 3. “Pain, pain, go away” 4. A combination of the three.

The audience voted on option 4, so he had to say “(Y/n), depend on me til morning and then go away” or some other weird version. He picked and chose words from each line & rearranged them w/weird grammar (which I’m sure that was NOT what he was supposed to do but it’s funny so…)

Sebas’s chosen line was a combination of “Don’t worry. I will do my best to help you with your recovery” “It’s painful, right? You can depend on me until you recover” and “Do you want to wrap green leeks around your neck? It’ll lower your temperature”

So his finalized line was something along the lines of  “(Y/n). Don’t worry, for now, do you want to wrap green leeks around your neck?” & other variations (he always had some part w/green leeks) It doesn’t make sense but it’s hilarious

Afterwards, Makki was like “More people were being wrapped around by leeks than I’d imagined… haha”

Episode 12: feat. Ikesen Sasuke’s VA Akabane Kenji

Ikesen x Ikevamp Radio Collab!!!!

(I used to play Ikesen but wasn’t as obsessed so I’m not as familiar w it as I am w ikevamp)

Everyone is so chaotic in the intros & throughout (Akabane & Morishi just feed on each other’s energy and Makki’s like “Sorry—hahaha—I can’t follow… haha” ←he’s dying of laughter)

Even Makki was like “I’ve been thinking… Morishi and Akabane-san give off the same vibe” Akabane: “It’s true that our tastes are overlapping right now, but when I first met Morishi, he wasn’t like this. Now… he turned out like this.” Morishi: “Like what?” (offended)

They did a new section called “You’re a producer! Self-judge!” (nvm it's not a new section, they do it on ikesen radio but not on ikevamp) where the audience will think of lines that Sasuke will say if he was a vampire & if Vincent and Sebas are Sengoku-era warlords. The presented lines will be said by their respective voice actors

Sasuke’s line was “As research, can you let me have your blood? … That was a lie. I want it because it’s yours… So, can I?” 

Vincent’s line is “When I spend time with you, I forget that it is a time of war right now. Ah, I need to go. Please don’t be so worried. I promise I’ll be back to you, so believe in me.” Akabane says that his line is similar to what Mitsunari would say

Sebas’s line is “Aaasasaasasaassu! Aaasasaasasaassu! Aaasas…!? Yes? What am I doing? … I’ll be heading to enemy headquarters, so I was energizing myself. Is something wrong?” LMAO as soon as the words showed up on the screen everyone started laughing. Akabane was like “Is ‘Aaasasaasasaassu!’ something Sebastian would say?”  Morishi: “That, Sebastian doesn’t say that. That’s something Morishima would say” HAHAHA

“Aaasasaasasaassu” according to Morishi, is a spell that is shortened from “Arigatou/Azassu!” (thank you). When you say this while pulling for gacha, you get good cards (we need to all try it)

“I love yu” skit w/Sebas, Vincent, and Sasuke!! Sebas and Vincent are relaxing in the thermae when Vincent discovers something coming from the water. Sebas describes it as “something that ninjas use to breathe when they dive into lakes.”

Vincent doesn’t know what a ninja is. Sebas explains what it is to Vincent. Vincent thinks ninjas sound cool

Sasuke pops out from the water, explaining that he came from experimenting with another wormhole. He introduces himself to the two residents, saying that he came from the Sengoku era, saw a rift in time and space, and ended up there, in another timeline.

Sebas, the history nerd, says “Sengoku era? So that means in that era, there are Oda Nobunaga, Uesugi Kenshin, and Tokugawa Ieyasu, & etc.” Sasuke: “Yes, of course. Also, Uesugi Kenshin is my boss” Sebas: “Please. I would like to hear the details. Please, take a seat. I am the butler of this mansion, Sebastian”

Sasuke: “Thank you for the welcoming atmosphere. I guess until the next wormhole appears, I will relax here… Just call me Sasuke.”

Sasuke enters the bath in his clothes, Vincent asks if he doesn’t need to strip. Sasuke: “Well, I don’t know when the next wormhole will appear.”

Sebas: “I had felt this since the beginning, but you give off a similar energy to me.” Sasuke: “What a coincidence. I feel that as well.” Sebas: “Dyun…gyun” Sasuke: “Zuban, zuban!”

The two repeat the phrases, each one becoming more dramatic than the previous, until Vincent stops them bc they’re “leaving him behind”

Vincent finally introduces himself to Sasuke, who gets excited that “he can meet another genius other than the Sengoku warlords” Sasuke: “If I were to describe this feeling, it would be… choberigu (チョベリグ, slang meaning extremely very good)” Sebas: “Our Master Vincent is gekimabu (激マブ, slang meaning very bright), isn't he?” 

Vincent: “Choberigu? Gekimabu?” Sasuke: “Yes, he’s gekimabu. So I was right. I feel a same energy off of you”

Sasuke gives them makibishi (caltrop) as a token of appreciation. Vincent is in awe of the caltrops, and Sasuke is happy that someone appreciates his caltrops. Says how Masamune doesn’t need it, proves how angelic Vincent actually is

Vincent: “Next time I see Will, maybe I should throw them to him?” (I LEGIT SPAT OUT MY DRINK) Sebas: “... He will be extremely sad, so maybe not.”

Vincent thought that it was cool that Sasuke had a cool nickname “Shippujinrai” so he tries to think of one for Sebas. Sebas: “to be given a nickname from two people I admire… it makes me feel embarrassed” 

Vincent: “Perverted butler!” LMAO IT’S CANON SEBAS IS A PERVERT

Sebas: coughs  “‘Perverted butler…’ while it is not incorrect, it may be weird to say that to myself. ‘Perverted butler, Sebastian.’ Can you say that?”

Sasuke: “I think it sounds pretty good… What about ‘three meals a day?’” Sebas: “That’s just a routine” Vincent: “I got it! ‘Versatile butler’”

Sebas: “‘Versatile butler’ I like it. Versatile butler, Sebastian.”

Sebas: “Master Vincent would be ‘Innocent Angel’” Sasuke: “No, he would be ‘innocent’ (天真爛漫, it means the same thing, just worded differently)” Vincent: “Hmmm… I want something that’s cooler…”

Sebas: “He may look like that, but Master Vincent’s strong in a fight, so maybe ‘Ready to fight (喧嘩上等 means they’ll take on any fight challenged)” Vincent: “Isn’t that a bit dangerous?” 

Sasuke and Sebas try to get Vincent to say it. Vincent: “Ready to fight, Vincent van Gogh! It’s a pleasure to meet you!” Sebas praises Vincent, saying he did a great job

Then a whirlpool forms in the waters, a wormhole, Sasuke gets ready to travel through space-time. Sasuke promises that they’ll probably be able to meet again

Akabane was surprised to see that the characters were naked and said “Ohh, so Shiro-sensei (the artist for Ikesen and Ikevamp) is the type to draw nipples”

So in the “van Gogh’s drawing section” Sasuke participated w/Sebas & Vincent. The theme was “Hollywood movie ‘Sengoku warlords vs Vampire’” and Akabane’s art was good? Like you can tell he drew Napoleon and Nobunaga. Makki’s one had a certain electric-type mouse Pokemon on the lower right side of his piece haha

In the segment, “Dyun, zuban… Your name…” (It’s basically “Can you tell me… your name?” but combining the two versions) Vincent’s chosen line was a combination of the lines “You’re gonna get wet. Come here” “You’re wet… Here, take my jacket” “I want to stay here until it stops raining”

He would say most lines properly, but some were weird like “Let’s get… wet together” (not in THAT way) or “The rain got wet, huh? Get closer and wear it” (literally it doesn’t make sense even in Japanese since the grammar was so weird, he just picked and choose words from each line)

Sebas’s line was a combination of “If you want to, do you want to do an aiaigasa (相合傘) with me?” “Come closer so you don’t get wet” “Don’t your joints hurt when it rains?”

“If you want… don’t your joints hurt?” “To not get wet, do you want to… do your joints hurt?” He always puts the “joint blah blah” line at the end it's so funny. There was also “Yoshihiko, do you want to do an aiaigasa? To not get wet, don’t your joints hurt?”

Sasuke’s lines were the combination of “... I’m worried about my caltrops. Sorry, lemme go get them~” “I had the caltrops out to dry but it’s all ruined…” “Are the caltrops okay… Caltrops…”

His was funny bc he would replace the caltrops w/the names so it would be like “I’m worried about (y/n)” “I had (y/n) to dry but… I have to go back” “(y/n)... It’s now all ruined…”

OVERALL, amazing collab I hope they did more but I only have 3 more episodes to watch, and sadly, none of the rest are ikesen/ikevamp collabs

#is there canon sebas & sasuke interaction bc they are great #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp radio #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp sebastian #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen radio #ikesen sasuke #rough translation #lukka talks

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

👑Being Seijoh's Manager👑

Lesbian Manager Edition

Seijoh featuring Karasuno 👀 x Female Manager

Warnings: fluff, I didn't even out Swearing 😱

AN: This is an Anon request! This is an lgbtqia+ friendly fic 🏳️‍🌈

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This one has been HIGHLY anticipated 😏

And I'm unsure if it's because of our resident lesbian manager

Or because we get to bully Oikawa 🤣

Im gonna go with both 🥰

Anyways, let's get started!

Now you weren't exactly secretive about your sexuality

You just didn't feel the need to flaunt it

Like SOME PEOPLE 🙄

Oikawa constantly needing to be surrounded by his adoring fan girls 😒

Anyways, from the start it was pretty clear you had no interest in any of the guys

Sure they found you attractive

And I mean, heck they are attractive as hell

But there just wasn't anything there

All of them understood the memo

Except for one 🙃

One guess as to whom it was?

If you guessed anyone other than Oikawa, you clearly haven't read my headcannons before 🤣

But really, this man thinks he's the king of volleyball

And more importantly, he thinks everyone had a crush on him

Guys, girls, non-binary folk, you name it, this man things they all want a piece of him

Which is why your rejection makes for very entertaining content for Seijoh

Because I think they've all figured out you play for the other team

A except Oikawa

Which this scenario so hilarious

One day, you are taking notes and Oikawa approaches you

"Hey YN, I've got tickets to a concert this weekend? Wanna go with me?"- Oikawa, turning on the charm

"No thanks"- you, extinguishing said charm

Mattsun, Makki and Kunimi are all just watching

Honestly they are so nosey I can't even 💅🏼

"YN I've asked you out a million times and you've always said no! Don't you know what a privilege it is to be asked out by yours truely"- Oikawa

"Shut up loserkawa and leave YN alone"- Iwaizumi, ready and waiting for your signal to pounce

"I appreciate the offer Oikawa but I'm not interested"- you working on your notes

"BY WHY NOT YN-CHANN"- Oikawa now whining

"😐 I'm gay Oikawa"- you, channeling Ushi and stating at Oikawa

Oikawa 👉🏻👁👄👁 whet-

Makki, Mattsun and Kunimi 👉🏻🤣💀

Iwaizumi 👉🏻🙄🤚🏻🏐👦

"IWA CHAN PLEASE IM HEARTBROKEN"- Oikawa

"In order for you to be heartbroken, you would have actually had to have a chance Oikawa"- You getting up and walking away 🚶‍♀️

You better ask Oikawa if he needs some ointment for that BURN

After that, Oikawa silently competes eith you for the attention of his female fans

Not that you even need to compete 💅🏼 you could have any of them

But they aren't your type

But you know who your type is 👀👀

A certain crow manager that's who 🙌🏻

So when you are filling water bottles up and the gorgeous Kiyoko enters your vision

You all but see stars 🤩

Please Kiyoko is an absolute goddess 🤚🏻

"Hi there! I'm Kiyoko, I manage Karasuno"

"I'm YN, I managed Oikawa, I mean Seijoh"

Please her laugh 😭😭😭

You know, the season 4 laugh when she's in the bath with Yachi 👇🏻

Say less she's utter perfection

Unfortunately for you, you will have to deal with her two wards bodyguards

"Kiyoko come to my arms sweet mama!!"- Noya all but running towards you and Kiyoko

Suddenly he stops ✋️ Tanaka running into his back

"Holy crap- we've hit the jackpot!"- Tanaka

"There's one for each of us"- Noya 😍

Please Kiyoko smack them

It has been dealt with ☺️

That is, until your own resident idiot approaches 🙄

"Yn-chan are these delinquents bothering you"- Oikawa followed by Iwa and the gang

"No"- You 😐

Channeling Iwa 😌

Thank you sir for your dedication 🤗

Before you and Kiyoko part with your respective idiots, you shot your shoot

"Hey could I get your number? I think it'd be cool if we could hand out?"- You to Kiyoko

"Oh absolute! Give me your phone and I'll punch it in"- kiyoko

You exchange phones

"I texted myself 😉 see you later YN"- Kiyoko

You look down at your phone at kiyokos text

"Hey there cutie 💓 "

Please everyone is just watching you right now and taking notes 📝

"Damn that was smooth Yn"- Mattsun

How did you do that YN?"- Oikawa

Tanaka and Noya are just staring 👁👄👁

There's no way I could be THAT EASY

"It's easy Oikawa, I'm just polite"- you, turning to walk back to the gym

"Wow"- Oikawa, stunned 😲

Not YN the resident dating guru 🤣

Please Terushima is probably watching you too 😭

What can you say, it comes natural ☺️

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu! #haikyu #haikyū!! #haikyu x female reader #haikyu x lesbian reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x y/n #haikyu x reader #haikyu x queer reader #lgbtqia+ #seijoh x manager #seijoh x yn #seijoh x lesbian manager #seijoh x queer manager #seijoh x female manager #seijoh x reader #lesbian reader #queer pride #queer fiction #pride #lgbtqia+ fiction #lqbtqia #bullyoikawa4ever

[brights-place]

Miyagi Boys and there music Taste

Karasuno

Hinata - A Mix of Pop music and Indi Rock

Kageyama - Classical. I feel like he'd like classical music and listen to it frequently but I bet you he listen's to Mitsiki and Marina secretly while crying.

Sugawara - I feel like he'd like hip hop and Techno I feel like he would unexpectedly listen to the songs with a couple (ALOT) of curse words in them. If someone points it out, he'd just smile and nod.

Asahi - Pop just like Hinata but he would also vibe to lofi music. Seems like a guy that would listen rio romeo with Kiyoko and talk about her songs

Daichi - Seem's like someone who's into jazz (Extra headcannon he was a band kid in middle school)

Tanaka - I have no clue why I think of this but I think he'd listen to Intros and endings from romance dramas while daydreaming about dating Kiyoko and crying with scenarios he created in his head. Kiyoko - There’s not one type of genre she would listen to it all and would be open to her choices would Listen to Rio Romeo and Ado Yachi - Defiantly listens to Indi Pop and Indi Rock, if someone would ask her who are here top artists on her playlist Rio Romeo, Marina, Melanie Martinez and Mitsiki will be the top.

Nishinoya - I think he'd like EDM. Or just party music he would vibe to it and sing along. A side headcannon he remembers Eminems Song word for word escpeially rap god so he will flex on it and Tanaka would cheer him on.

Tsukki - Rap He seems like the guy who would enjoy twenty one Pilots and Artic Monkeys

Yamaguchi - Lofi Hip hop but I also get a vibe that secretly he wouldn't mind listening to Metal Just My opinion though.

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa - Indie Pop/R&B he 100% listens to Marina and The diamonds. K-Pop and J-POP lover with tendou they both secretly bond over it and talk about it in there own GC.

Iwaizumi - Hip hop/Electropop Mattsun - Hip-Hop And Rap. Mattsun and Makki both vibe to the same genre of course. Hanamakki - Hip-Hop and ALSO Rap Mattsun and Makki both vibe to the same genre chaos. Yahaba - Synth-Pop Watari - He listens to Pop Rock and Funk Kiyotani - Heavy Metal and Punk is what I would say if he would listen too though he actually listens to Indie Music and Soft Lofi but if somebody catches him he would give them a glare and they would walk away so fast. Kindaichi - Techno and Pop Rock he seems like he would be into that Kunimi - Listens to Rock and Metal secretly along with sometimes Pop. I head cannon he might secretly be a metal head but he doesn't mind to listening to other genres at all.

Shiratorizawa

Ushiwaka - I feel like he'd be the educational podcast and Classical music kind of guy

Tendou - Anime OSTs but also would listen to Punk Music. Sometimes he likes to look out the window and listen to cavetown and Lana Del Rey. K-Pop and J-pop lover fan boys with Oikawa HE DEF tried to get Ushijima and Goshiki to like K-pop and J-pop Semi - HE'S A MUSICIAN WE ALL KNOW SINCE IT'S CANNON! He listens to all genre's of music so he can be inspired out of boredom. Reon - Vibes to Classical music and Pop Shirabu - Secretly listens too Techno and Indie-Rock Kawanishi - Vibes to Funk and sometimes listens to Indie-Rock Akakura - Not Very popular opinion but think he would listen to Indie music Yamagata - Studies and listens to Rock Sagae - Quietly listens to Soft lofi while practicing and studying but when he feels hyper he listens to Pop Goshiki - Not a genre, but I think he'd listen to a playlist full of inspiring songs that make him feel like he's the best and get hyped but now I'm thinking he might be into Disco.

#headcannons #Haikyuu #HaikyuuCharacters #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #kageyama tobio #Haikyuu Music Taste #Music #Music Taste

[pinkykats-place]

Haikyuu x Reader Hurt/Comfort Ⅱ

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His kid asks him to stay away

Ft. Oikawa, Atsumu x fem!Reader

A Misunderstanding

Kuroo Tetsurou x spouse! Reader

He Forgets Your Anniversary

Miya Osamu x fem! Reader

HE LASHES ON YOU ON A BAD DAY

kuroo, osamu, bokuto x reader

Aftermath of a Fight

Tendou, Oikawa, Kageyama, Atsumu

how he apologizes 

ft. suna, makki

lack of love

Suna x fem!Reader

Synopsis: You and Suna have an agreement, but you overstep, and he doesn’t like that.

THEY COME HOME DRUNK AND MAKE AN OFFHAND COMMENT ON YOUR APPEARANCE

3 Parts

#hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort recommendations #reader insert recommendation #haikyuu hurt/comfort #angst to comfort #angst to fluff #haikyuu x reader #tumblr recommendations #reader insert recommendations #kenma x gn!reader #husband kuroo x spouse reader #atsumu miya x female reader #Miya Osamu x female reader #forgotten anniversary #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x fem reader #tendo x reader #kuroo x reader #fight and makeup

[fanficsdontwritethemselves]

Could I please request

Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Mattsun and Makki reacting to a jerk calling their s/o ugly?

Bonus points if the s/o was already insecure so they say like "I told you so" to the boys T-T

(totally not requesting from a personal experience haha)

Ignore pricks who wanna drag you down.

Key Y/n - Your name G/n - Guy name

CW: Iwaizumi has brief mentions of violence, Mattsun gets very Dick centred, Idk why it just suited it, I'm sorry.

Scenario

It was halloween and it was supposed to be a fun party, yet here I was playing truth or dare, the most anxiety inducing game ever. Most of the questions and dares were simple, until it got to the end and landed on the guy everyone was in love with.

He was my first crush, but for obvious reasons, I lost feelings for him. I was sitting cuddled up to my boyfriend when the question gets asked to G/n.

"Who's the ugliest person here?" Honestly I don't know why anyone would ask that question, it's quite cruel. But before I could think it over again, he answers, like it wasn't even a second thought

"Y/n"

My heart stopped in my chest, even worse was that nobody, and I mean nobody was disagreeing with him. People seemed to nod their heads and release a sigh of relief that he didn't say their name.

Oikawa

As I was about to stand up, to walk, no run away from this situation, I heard an audible gasp.

"Just because you have to lather your face with ungodly amounts of makeup to make you feel pretty doesn't mean you should shame Y/n who naturally looks gorgeous, just to make yourself feel better" Tōru Oikawa, my boyfriend says.

I turned to look at him, feeling glad I dragged him along to my friends party and he just smiled.

"Lets go home beautiful, we can find you new and better friends easily in the morning."

"I love you Tōru"

"I love you too, Y/n"

Iwaizumi

I was blinking back the tears threatening to fall from my eyes when I turned to Iwaizumi, my boyfriend and muttered

"I told you so"

His eyes filled with sadness and anger, but I just wanted to leave the utter humiliation that they had left me in, so I ran out, and started walking home.

I couldn't help but pull up my reflection in my phone and pick at all the things wrong with my face. I turned the phone to the side for just a second when I saw a rapidly approaching figure.

"Y/N! WAIT UP!" It was Hajime. I wanted to tell him to go away but I noticed a bruise on his face and the concern overwhelmed me.

"What happened to you?" I asked as I turned to face him.

"I know violence is never the answer and all, but you looked so devastated that I, sorta punched him."

"You... punched him?"

He nodded.

"You're beautiful, he only said the dumb shit because he used to have a huge thing for you and you're in a relationship so he lashed out."

"I love you so goddam much Y/n, you're gorgeous, handsome, pretty, every word for attractive, that's you, so ignore those Ass wipes!"

I couldn't stop myself, so I leaned in and kissed him.

Mattsun

I didn't even have a chance to process the situation before Mattsun commented loudly

"Bold words for someone with a dick the size of a tick tack" Quickly everyones conversations became about the possibility of G/n showing random people his tiny dick, while G/n desperatly tries to convince people he has a massive dong.

"HE'S FULL OF SHIT, HE'S NEVER SEEN MY DICK"

Mattsun, who was pretty damn content with the chaos he'd created decides not to stir any more drama, and turns to me.

"I've never actually seen his Dick, but he radiates small dick energy"

"You radiate big dick energy Issei"

"The biggest dick energy, I believe you mean."

These were the dumb moments that remind me how happy I was with him.

"Mines bigger tho"

"We'll have to fact check that."

Makki

My embarrassment was making it hard to breathe. I couldn't stop hearing his words replaying in my mind over and over and over. I slightly turned to face Makki

"I told you so" I said trying to push the tears back into my eyes somehow.

He stands up instantaneously and offers me his hand.

"Lets get out of here, Hot stuff, before the ugly bitch over there gets more self centred and starts spreading more lies"

"What the fuck man, I was just answering the question!" G/n says trying to defend himself.

"You willingly stepped out of answering the question about whether or not you were a virgin, because you didn't want people to realise how inexperienced you really are but, you're fine answering one that'd hurt peoples feelings. Plus it's just not true. I've seen both you and them naked and lemme say only one of you made me want to look again and it wasn't you"

"Fuck you, you don't know shit"

Before a proper fight broke out I decided to just head home, a little happier knowing i'll always have Makki on my side.

"God I love that shit head"

#haikyuu #aoba johsai #seijoh #Oikawa #iwaizumi #makki #mattsun #mattsun x reader #makki x reader #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader #haikyuu x reader

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey hello so I just poked through my inbox/drafts and realized there's quite a few requests/headcanons that unfortunately I'm gonna have to decline.

The prompts/asks and their reasons below the cut (Nothing bad, I promise. It's mostly due to a lack of inspiration or idea on how to approach said requests, etc.)

Heyo! As adorable as this prompt sounds, I'm unfortunately gonna have to turn it down. I'm not really sure how to approach their dynamic beyond a short blurb.

It's so cute!!! Unfortunately I don't really know how to write this one either; we don't get a ton of interaction between Momo and his siblings, and while I can try to make it work, it's been a hot minute since I've watched free and I can't find the motivation to rewatch/attempt to write this one.

Thank you so much for the kind words! Unfortunately, I don't know Makki all that well, so I don't think I can confidently write this one.

Right off the bat- you're absolutely and completely fine, anon! I promise you didn't make me uncomfortable. The reason for this is I kinda...fell off Pokemon Scarlet and Violet. I never finished Area Zero and got the ending for it (I will...one day!) so I can't really give you a proper answer? I'm gonna assume yes from what I've seen because the ending is a whole lot, but I don't know for sure.

I love this, but I don't even know where to begin with them. I tried on several different occasions to write this request but each time I came up short with a scenario that was new enough and interesting enough to explore.

I love Rika- adore her really, but I just really know what to say about her. She's definitely a fun, big sister ler type, but that's all I got for her headcanon wise as of right now.

My deepest apologies to everyone who sent one of these in; I wish I could have filled these, but after sitting down and staring at a blank google doc for long enough, I decided it was best to let these go. Thank you for understanding!

#squiggily rambles #declined requests #asks #prompts #headcanons #I'm truly sorry I couldn't fill these #Sometimes prompts just kinda...die #and I want to fill them but motivation and inspiration just doesn't want to bloom #Thank you for understanding!

[kyovtani]

zade, lovely, can I share a headcanon I have about iwaizumi? askskakska it's silly but,,, I sometimes like to think about gamer!hq boys scenarios and there are some boys that fit really well in that case you know? obviously kenma, suna, tsumu, tsukki, makki and the list goes on and on. but!!! the thing about iwa is that I don't think he's exactly what you would call a game boy, I think he grew up playing a lot more board games than online ones. maybe there were a few afternoons he would spend playing xbox with tooru when they were kids but.. hajime always ended up losing those and saying things like "yeah but I'm better at volleyball than you so 😒😒" yet, I think there's one and only video game that iwa absolutely destroys, he's literally so good at it and has all the skills that would make him a perfectly good gamer at other games to. what game is that? the godzilla one lol. so yeah, that's it, in my head gamer boy iwaizumi only exists if we're talking about a Godzilla one 😤 sorry for the rent, have a good day pretty one!! 💕💕

first of all: the fact you called me lovely made my heartbeat go crazy i love you so much🥺💞

and secondly this is my absolute favorite new hc ever, iwaizumi and his little godzilla game im actually gonna cry 🥺

#; headcanons #; boy of choice: iwaizumi #; haikyuu #; sfw

[osamusriceballs]

your seijoh four valentines was sooo cute 🥹 I am down bad for all four of them equally. it made my heart swoon. thank you for sharing your lovely scenarios, they were such a joy to picture in my head <3

Thank you so much, my dear anon!! 💕💕 I’m glad that you enjoyed them, I’m also soooo whipped for our precious seijoh boys 😭😭😭 whenever I just THINK about athletic trainer Iwaizuimu, I can feel my knees going weak, and Oikawa in Argentina is my absolute weakness- AND MATTSUN‘S LAZY GRIN, AND MAKKI BEING SO RELATABLE- I’m definitely down too hahahaha send help pls😩😩

#love you #anon 💖 #stay safe and well!! 💕💖💖 #thank you so much for this ask!! 💖💖 #it means a lot to me!! 💖💖

[lovelyunholyc]

better than i ever even knew

NSFW - MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

fem!reader. pet names (princess, sweetheart, pretty girl, baby), minor angst start but happy ending, confessions, frenemies to lovers, porn with feelings on feelings. multiple orgasms, oral (f! receiving), mating press, riding, unprotected sex, matsukawa can and will fold u like a pretzel. if there's anything i missed, pls let me know, enjoy :)

"something you'd like to say to me, issei?"

makki had fallen asleep on your movie night, and you'd excused yourself to use their bathroom, only to find matsukawa waiting in the hallway for you after. he's caged you in somehow, pinned you to the wall like an insect on corkboard, with nothing more than his commanding presence and a notably large hand to the wall beside your head. he looms over you, imposing.

like he always seems to be, only to you.

his face is mere inches from your own, his eyes dark, half-lidded like they always are - but there's something different this time, something deeper and a little more dangerous.

you can't help but watch his tongue dart out to wet his lips. they look even more plush and irresistibly pink from this close.

you've always wondered what they'd feel like between your teeth.

matsukawa snorts, eyes narrowing even further. "don't play coy, princess."

too stubborn to admit that the intensity of his gaze flusters you and clouds your mind too much to think of a witty reply, you avert your eyes and direct your focus on the hood of his jacket instead. "stop calling me that," you spit, at the strings of his hoodie, just as unwilling to address how his pet name for you has started to make heat bloom beneath your skin lately. he's been calling you that for years, and you used to find it endearing, used to blush for an entirely different reason when he spoke it.

now, it grates on your nerves.

it grates on your nerves how much you like it, how much you want him to call you that in other less than wholesome scenarios.

matsukawa hums thoughtfully, tilts his head in wonder. "what's gotten into you lately, hm? you've never had any problems with it before." he inches closer to inspect your expression.

you turn your head completely to avoid looking at him directly, so his gaze falls on the side of your face.

which might not have been the best idea, because it exposes the flush rising up your neck and to your cheeks.

matsukawa reaches up with his free hand and cradles your jaw, gentler than you expect. he traces the line of it with his thumb, making the back of your neck prickle pleasantly, stopping at your chin to move your head to face him. there's a tender sincerity in his eyes that you've rarely seen in him, all traces of the mischief prior completely gone, replaced with genuine concern. "are you alright?" his voice is nearly a whisper.

your mouth goes dry. the tension between you has morphed into something similar yet more profound, something that you're not sure you're ready to explore. you nod once, still averting your eyes.

"why have you been avoiding me?" he says softly, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he almost sounds pained. "i miss you."

you think your heart stops beating.

so he'd noticed. you shouldn't have expected any less, really - you've been friends for years, you know each other like the backs of your hands.

you aren't sure when you'd started to want more from him. and concluding that it was unfair for you to expect that of him and not wanting to cross the boundary, the foundation you'd built as good friends, you'd started to withdraw. gradually, lessening your invites to him when it proved too painful for you to be alone together with him, making excuses when he extended the invite to you.

you aren't sure what it helped - it hurt all the same, and you couldn't help but feel bitter that you were in this situation, all because you felt things for him that you didn't think you should. bitter at him, though he doesn't deserve it - he's been there for you ever since you could remember - and bitter at yourself, for putting you both through it. and here he is, scorned even more by your distance too.

your eyes well up with guilt as you let his words sink in, and it's all you can do to blink the tears away before they fall.

"hey, i'm sorry, prin-" matsukawa falters, seems to catch himself, and it pains you even more how considerate he's being though you've been so cruel to him and hadn't meant what you said. "whatever it is, it'll be okay. don't waste your tears on me." oh, if only he knew.

he tilts your chin up to face him once more, swipes his thumbs gently beneath your eyes to collect the stray tears that manage to escape. you want to weep at how tenderly he treats you, how much it makes you want him even more, and he has no idea.

you can't help but scowl again. you hate how much you love him.

you grab his wrists and hold him away from you. "stop it, stop being so nice to me all of a sudden." your voice sounds thick with emotion even to you, and you hate that, too.

matsukawa's undoubtedly stronger than you, and he can undo your grip easily, but he doesn't. instead, that stupid, cocky smirk is back, sensing that you're nearly back to your normal, stubborn self.

but then he says something that turns your world completely on its axis.

"why shouldn't i be nice to the only person i've ever been in love with?"

his eyes are sincere, the most open and honest you've ever seen them.

you're frozen, unsure of what to say, how to process it, unsure if you're somehow dreaming. you drop his hands, but he takes yours again, the warmth of his palms in yours grounding you back to the moment.

"i don't expect you to feel the same way. i'll always love you as a friend, so please don't cut me out of your life." he squeezes your hands once, brings one up to his face so he can touch his lips to your knuckle, barely a graze of skin that leaves you wanting more, before letting you go. he shrugs, gives you a charming, lopsided smile, but you can tell he's trying too hard to be nonchalant. "don't think too hard about it. i'll leave you alone now, i'm sorry."

you catch the hem of his shirt on instinct just before he can walk away. "issei, wait."

he stops, but doesn't swivel back around to you. you can't help but wonder what kind of facial expression he's making. as it is, you can't bear to look at him, focusing instead on your thumb and forefinger pinching at the fabric of his shirt.

"issei...." it's then that you notice his hand closest to you is trembling lightly, and it makes your breath hitch. "are you serious?"

"i wouldn't joke about something like that," he says, and his voice is a lot softer.

"then....look at me and say it." you gather your courage to meet his eyes and tug him back, closer than he was before.

a tingle rushes up your spine when he fixes his gaze back on yours, and that infuriating, lovely little smirk is still in place. there's a soft intensity in his eyes that you've never seen before, and it makes every one of your nerves ignite.

"i'm in love with you, dummy."

the sudden rush of emotion makes you surge up to capture his lips. finally.

it surprises him, you can tell, but he only stands frozen for a tenth of a second before it seems like he's awoken and his lips are moving in kind, kissing you back in short bursts, hands finding your waist, until you deepen it and nip at him to slide your tongue into his mouth.

matsukawa chuckles lightly against you, you can feel his lips widen into that lopsided grin, and he nips right back at you before you pull away to breathe, a dopey smile undoubtedly parting your lips.

"i like 'princess' better," you tease between heavy breaths, pressing even closer to him so he can kiss you again. the feel of him, the taste of him, the warmth of his body against yours, is better than you could've expected, and it's so dizzying, you feel like you're floating when he wraps his arms around you and kisses across your face, down your jaw and throat.

matsukawa pulls back barely an inch to look at you and marvel at how pretty you look, the happiest he's ever seen you when just moments before you'd looked like you were on the verge of tears. he grins crookedly, wholeheartedly pleased. he doesn't think he's ever been happier than in this moment, either. "so you like me too, huh?"

you shake your head, let him back you up against the wall again so he can press your hips together easier, one of your legs automatically wrapping around his waist to make more room for him. "issei, i love you." it comes out so naturally, yet so abrupt, like soda shaken up in a bottle.

he groans against your neck at the admission, shifts back up to your face so he can kiss you fully, passionately, greedily. he steals the breath from your lungs, and you can only moan into him, arch into his hold and beg for more, more, more.

you've had a taste, and you're entirely sure you'll never be able to get enough.

you rock against each other, fingers roaming, pulling and pressing, and you think you might be losing your mind in the best way. matsukawa touches you so gently yet so firmly, as if he doesn't want to hurt you but needs to remind you he's there, breathing you in and taking everything you have to give.

you sigh against the side of his jaw, a grin tugging at your lips when you feel his thick fingers drag up your thighs to knead at the flesh of your ass. "take me to bed," you murmur into his skin, and the way you're looking at him, up through your lashes, eyes hooded and swimming with lust as he grinds you down on his thigh, is enough to drive him wild.

matsukawa blinks, mirrors your grin. "fuck, of course, princess."

you're so pleased to hear him call you that again, you kiss it right out of his mouth.

his bedroom is approximately five steps away from the hallway where you are, but it takes you several minutes of stumbling and giggling quietly to navigate it successfully, too caught up in each other to move productively. you're in your own little world, each happily engulfed in a trance that the other has cast on you, only made more intense with each lingering, greedy touch, each kiss, pulling and pushing like magnets.

when you look up again you're on your knees at the edge of matsukawa's bed, helping him out of his hoodie. true to form, he's not wearing anything underneath it, and though you've seen him shirtless dozens of times, it gives you pause.

it's different this time, this close, finally able to touch him the way you would've liked to for so long. this close, with the intensity of his half-lidded gaze on you, following your every move, inspecting your every expression.

"don't be shy now, sweetheart," matsukawa murmurs, and on instinct you cut him a look, which immediately softens when he takes your hands and places them on his chest.

"pretty," you can't help but praise as your hands roam, over the rippling muscle of his chest, his abdomen, coming back up to pinch playfully at his nipples as you catch his lips again in a searing kiss.

"speak for yourself," he says as he backs you into the middle of his bed, trailing his barrage of kisses down your neck, nipping and licking as he goes, making you gasp and whine at the sensations. long fingers slide beneath the waistband of your pants to squeeze ruefully at your ass, the cool metal of his rings making you shiver. he pushes you against his hips, where you can undoubtedly feel his sizable bulge - you can't help but try to grind into the heat of it, and you can feel his lips widen against your skin in response.

you do your best to shimmy your pants down your legs despite him being between them, and he couldn't be happier to help you. he hardly detaches from you as he slips them off and throws them to the side, then pauses to ask your permission before tugging your panties off too, with your enthusiastic 'please'. he doesn't have to ask how far you want to go, sensing how meaningful it must be after so long of pining over each other, because you pull him back to your lips and whisper, "i want you, issei, please," and he swears something else entirely comes over him and drives him wild.

matsukawa no longer has the patience to take the rest of your clothes off, kissing quickly down your body over your shirt to slot himself between your legs. he presses his lips along the inside of your thighs, placing your legs across his shoulders. he groans when he sees how wet you are, when he slides an experimental finger through your folds and a string of your slick connects him to you even when he pulls away. you gasp and arch your back lightly at the contact, fingers clutching at the sheets beneath you.

"such a pretty pussy," he praises, eyes glazed over with lust and pure hunger as he continues to watch his fingers tease you, smacking his lips when he licks them clean and takes his rings off. "just like the rest of you, hm?"

"'sei, please don't tease," you mumble breathlessly, anticipation making your voice tight.

"ah, you've waited long enough, haven't you, princess?" his words alone make you shiver, but then he trails wet kisses closer to your core and you want to cry out. "well, i have, too, and i just want to savor it, you know?" he says it casually, as if he isn't dangling your pleasure over you between those pretty fingers, as if he isn't so close to where you need him that the heat of his breath across your skin as he talks is making you squirm in his hold.

just before you can whine and pull at him in impatience, he chuckles and finally ducks his head to taste you directly.

you gasp when his warm tongue slips through your folds, gathering up your slick for him to swallow up soundly with a satisfied hum that makes you shudder. he finds your clit almost instantly, circling it with the very tip of his tongue and making you buck your hips involuntarily before he's pulling back, just to smile smugly at you.

you don't think he's ever looked better than with his curls mussed by the grip your fingers have them in, his eyes hooded and all sorts of ravenous, his chin glistening with your slick.

matsukawa licks his lips, bites lightly at the flesh of your thigh. "you taste better than i could've imagined," he admits, voice gruff and sending tingles down your spine.

that makes you laugh breathily, only for it to fade into a delicious little moan when he dives back between your legs.

matsukawa eats you out with the same intensity, the same deep, intensive passion, as he had when he finally had the opportunity to kiss you fully, and you don't have to wonder if he'd been waiting to do this, too. his tongue slides into your entrance, coaxing out more of what you have to give him, so deep that his nose nudges your clit and makes you whine. he alternates between sucking wet kisses and messy licks all across every part of your needy pussy, intent only on tasting you and applying pressure, making more and more of a mess that he then happily licks up, and when he isn't satisfied with just that, he pushes his fingers into you, pleased when you can take both digits so quickly, one after another, and grazes his teeth gently along your sensitive bud in wordless praise.

you're gasping his name seemingly endlessly, as if it's the only word you know, your mind all but blank except for thoughts of him, pulling and tugging at the roots of his hair, making him groan into you, the vibrations of his deep voice only fueling your ecstasy. all too soon, you feel the bubble of pleasure in your gut near bursting. matsukawa seems to sense this, and curves his fingers as he thrusts and brushes right into your sweet spot, simultaneously lapping at your aching clit before wrapping his lips around the swollen bud and sucking, hard.

you fall over the edge so abruptly, your vision whites out. your body seizes up, back arched away from the bed, thighs squeezing around his head, a final cry of his name on your lips as pleasure overtakes you.

matsukawa doesn't stop pumping his fingers and licking at your clit. even as your body instinctively wriggles away from sensitivity, he follows you, his mouth riding the waves of your pleasure, the rhythmic grind of your hips, loves the way your walls pulse around his fingers, the way you spill into his palm. he laps up everything he can, only pulling away when you stop moving to watch with wonder as your pussy throbs around nothing in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

he chuckles when he sets your legs back down on the bed and gets a good look at you. "god, you're so fucking beautiful," he says, taking a moment just to stare at you, all wrecked and messy and gorgeous, panting in the middle of his bed with your shirt all askew and exposing your soft stomach, cheeks ruddy and eyes watery and face all fucked out, but a lopsided smile tipping at your lips. it only widens when your lidded gaze follows his hand, still wet from you, as it slips beneath the waistband of his pants, and undoubtedly fists at his cock.

"kiss me," you demand, barely a whisper, and it makes his cock throb in his hand.

matsukawa could never deny you. he surges forward and kisses you, moans into your mouth when your nimble fingers meet his beneath his pants and squeeze at his dick. you hum at the taste of yourself on his tongue, lick it off his lips as you thumb at his slit, share a lopsided grin that he then kisses off your face.

he lets you push him down on the bed then, raises his hips so you can ease his pants down his thighs and off and - he isn't wearing anything underneath that, either, and it doesn't surprise you, but makes you laugh.

when you look up at him again, you nearly salivate and come close to cardiac arrest all at once.

matsukawa's looks have never escaped your notice. as long as you've known each other, before you were even attracted to him, you'd known it as a fact that he was attractive. it was all too easy for him to develop his confidence, just cocky enough not to be completely arrogant but made even more attractive. tall, dark, handsome, and even worse - annoyingly witty - you often wondered how you'd not only harbored feelings for so long, but tolerated him enough to be friends for even longer.

you know him inside out, know him better than most.

but this, this is entirely new to you, though you most definitely see it as a positive now that your relationship has developed.

"issei," you swallow, "you're...big."

as if in response, his cock twitches where it rests against his abdomen, heavy and intimidating, though the swollen tip is leaking invitingly with precum.

matsukawa laughs, and you can't help but watch the way his abs contract with it, his skin glistening with how much he's dripped onto it. "you don't have to take it all, princess." something warm laces through his chest at the fact that you don't seem the least bit daunted, and instead look like you might start drooling. your gaze doesn't stray when he strokes himself once more, mesmerized.

you lick your lips without realizing it. "no," you correct, holding his gaze once more as you reach out to touch him fully, "i want you, issei, all of you."

he doesn't think he's ever heard anything more seductive in his life, more enticing. at that very moment, he thinks, is when he falls irreversibly, as if he wasn't in enough trouble to begin with.

your hand doesn't close around the base of his cock all the way, a fact that makes you shiver. matsukawa watches you closely, eyes glinting with unabashed lust, tongue darting out to lick his lips when you pucker yours, letting a dollop of spit land on the head of his cock. he curses under his breath, clearly barely holding himself together, and an addicting surge of power thrums through your veins.

you use your spit to aid the slide of your fist, up and down his shaft, pausing at the head to thumb at his slit, bending just to press a chaste, although wet, kiss to it before stroking your hand back down, squeezing at the base of him once more.

matsukawa tuts when you pull away. "princess, don't tease me if you don't want me to tease you, too."

you shrug coquettishly, your smile dripping with faux innocence. "it's only okay if i do it, baby."

his grin is nothing short of predatory. he all but pounces on you, grabbing you by the hips and shifting you back onto the bed so he can hover over you.

matsukawa disposes of your shirt so quickly you barely register it happening, and his mouth latches on to your chest instantly, big hands kneading at your breasts as his tongue swirls around your nipples, taking care to lave at them both and suck biting kisses into the swell of your chest. you whine in satisfaction, back arching instinctively to press more of your body into his needy touch, fingers raking through his soft curls only to encourage him.

one of his hands diverts and makes a path down to your stomach, until he's cupping your mons, grinning wickedly when he's reminded of how wet you still are.

matsukawa raises his head from your chest just enough to speak, his breath ghosting over your skin and raising goosebumps. "i'll take care of you, princess," he promises, voice strained. "i'll go slow, get you nice and ready for me."

you make to roll your eyes and tell him to get on with it, but then his fingers slide through your slit once more before slipping back in, with minimal resistance due to his previous work, and you have to bite back a moan instead.

it makes him chuckle, and he sits back on his haunches, gravity pushing you into his lap, thighs spread across his, opening you up to him completely. you can feel his dick brush against the inside of your thigh and can't help but shiver. his free hand glides along your skin appreciatively, squeezing at the supple flesh of your thigh, other fingers still massaging at your walls, scissoring in and out and stretching you wide for him.

matsukawa whistles quietly then, and you cut your eyes at him only to see him eyeing you hungrily and licking his lips. "shit," he murmurs low, dark, and fascinated. "you're gorgeous." he fixates on your pussy, how you suck his fingers in so sweetly, clenching around him as if you want, need something more. "look at you, so needy." and god, did he have exactly what you needed. "my fingers aren't enough for you, huh?" the tips of his fingers nudge into your sweet spot, making you gasp and instinctively grasp his wrist, and he only laughs lowly, doubling down and thumbing at your swollen clit, delighting when you squirm and whine at him.

"i'll give it to you, baby," he says, his voice so soft it almost sounds like he's thinking out loud rather than talking to you. his fingers part from you and he bends to kiss the center of your stomach in a strangely wholesome gesture, then pulls back to press your hips together, his shaft sliding enticingly through your slick, parting your folds. "i'll give you everything."

"o-oh, issei~ !" you keen at the new contact, walls clenching around nothing and what you want most nestled snugly between your legs, so close yet so far.

matsukawa presses himself against you, eyes practically sparkling with glee as he plays with you, as he watches your pretty pussy get even messier, coating his cock as he continues sliding it across you. the swollen head of it catches on your entrance, and he knows the whine you let out at that will be replaying in his head for weeks. he readjusts his grip on your thighs so he can direct your body better, firm though you're squirming so much he has to kiss you over and over in a futile attempt to soothe you (he doesn't think either of you care if it works, just too blissed out and caught up in each other and enjoying every second). when he moves his hips again, he makes sure to brush right against your clit with his cock, an easy feat with how thick he is, and groans into your mouth when your hand snakes between you to keep him there, your hips writhing beneath his, trapped between him and the mattress.

when you break away from his mouth to speak, dazed and pretty, a string of saliva connects you only for him to lick it up greedily. "i need you, issei, please," you nearly beg, thighs squeezing around his hips as if to punctuate yourself. it's music to his ears.

for as much as he seems to be falling apart at the seams, he still has the energy to tease you. "what do you need, princess?" he teases too at your fluttering hole, one large hand guiding his tip to nudge against it, just barely, only for him to shudder at how quickly and easily he can seem to sink into you.

still, he waits right there propped up on an elbow to look directly at you, chest to chest, your arms wrapped tightly across his back and legs spread wide against your bed.

you look like you're on the verge of cursing him out, but oh, he loves it, he loves you, loves that look you get when you're frustrated with him and now that he knows - frustrated but so in love it clouds your supposedly menacing gaze.

you raise one leg up to wrap loosely across his hip and pull him towards you, gasping when it shifts him just that tiny bit with the friction you so desperately need. "please, 'sei," you breathe, softer than anything, and who is he to deny you when you ask so nicely, with that stubborn yet lovestruck look in your pretty eyes?

"sorry to keep you waiting, princess." he says seriously, breathless and just as desperate, pressing his forehead to yours, noses touching together. he taps at your clit just to make you jolt, chuckling at your warning call of his name, before positioning the head of his cock at your entrance once more. "are you ready for me?"

you nod vigorously, managing to breathe out a frantic "yes, yes, god yes," just before his swollen tip sinks into you. your sharp gasp at the stretch makes him bury his face into your neck as he waits for you to grow accustomed to his girth, and he kisses and nips at your skin patiently.

you clutch him tight to you, muscles relaxing slowly with every touch of his lips on your skin, the soothing praise he whispers melting into you as your body molds to his.

"more," you plead after a moment, "more, issei- !"

matsukawa kisses his way up your jaw so he can watch your face again, brushing away hair that's stuck to your dampened forehead so he can see your eyes clearly. "i've got you, baby, you're taking me so well," he inches himself in with a hiss, your walls practically sucking him in, warm and wet and seemingly perfectly molded around his length. "anything you want, it's all yours." he shifts his hips away a bit just to push back in, and with one fluid stroke and a sharp moan escaping you, he's fully sheathed. he kisses across your open mouth, cradles your face with one hand and all the tenderness in the world cupped into his palm. "it's always been yours. i've always been yours."

his words aren't lost on you. staring intently into his eyes, your own start to well up with emotion, and he nudges his nose into yours with a quiet chuckle. you reach up to caress his cheek, heart swelling at the sincerity sparkling in his eyes, the warmth from him that seeps through your entire being and bubbling into pure, unadulterated happiness.

you tilt your head to capture his lips, indulge in his kisses until you're breathless.

when you part for air, it's you who laughs quietly, fingers stroking absently through the soft black curls of his hair. "we could've done this so much sooner," you lament, grinning when he graces you with another swift kiss before pulling back further.

matsukawa smiles, large palms gliding along your thighs and pressing into the plush playfully until he reaches the back of one of your knees and pushes it up against your chest. "trust me, princess," he says with a cocky gleam in his eye that makes you tingle, hips winding back simultaneously as he raises up minutely, "we've got all the time in the world to make up for it."

you're aware of how active he'd been before this, how your mutual friends seemed to speak about him as if he were some kind of sex god, though he'd never disclose any details - but you don't think anything could've prepared you for the depth of his prowess.

matsukawa starts slow and deep, hips rocking rhythmically and drawing back, the pressure and thickness of his cock seeming to reach every sensitive spot inside you. his eyes are glazed over with desire and the overwhelming pleasure you're giving him, but he's somehow still keen on your own pleasure, attuned to your every reaction, every satisfied little sound you make, every clench of your tight little cunt. he observes what you like, what seems to drive you most crazy, gasping and whining and writhing against him, and all but abuses them - nudging up against your sweet spot with the swollen head of his cock, grinding his pelvis intently into your puffy clit, licking at your throat, nipping at your chest.

you reward him with the most beautiful sounds, the sweetest pulls at the roots of his hair that make him fuck into you even harder, his hips moving on their own to drill you down into the mattress, pressed chest to chest with one arm hooked around the back of your knee to keep you opened up for him.

"oh my god, issei," you finally manage when he lets you breathe, panting against his cheek as he peppers kisses across your face all the while.

"feel good, princess?" his voice, smooth yet just the right kind of raspy, breathes right against your ear and makes you shudder pleasantly, arching further into him as his hips press back down. he pulls back a bit to admire you, how beautiful you look all dazed and fucked out, brows furrowed and mouth agape with how good he's making you feel, how you seem to instinctively reach back out for him every time he shifts away even the tiniest bit. at his prompting you nod furiously, seemingly lost for words.

he can't really blame you, because he chooses that moment to rub at your poor, sensitive clit with the rough pads of his fingers, relishing at how your back arches off the bed and you practically claw at his arms.

matsukawa's grin is sinister, teeth bared as he pauses, pulls his hips back a bit to sit back on his haunches and readjust you as if you weigh nothing, hands squeezing appreciatively at your flesh before he positions both your legs over his shoulders once more. "god, i'm gonna fucking ruin you," he bites out, placing a sweetly contradictory kiss to one of your thighs, "gonna mold this pretty pussy to the shape of my cock." he slides his fingers through your folds for emphasis, brushes up against where you're connected and groans at how wet you are, how his digits come away dripping so nicely. "like no one else can, princess." he doesn't miss the way your cunt clenches deliciously around him at his words.

he loves that you can still smirk stubbornly right back at him even in your position folded underneath him. "i'm gonna ruin you for anyone else, too, dummy," you say slyly, reaching up to pull him down to you by the nape of his neck, sighing dreamily when he indulges you with another breathtaking kiss.

he can't help but chuckle, knowing that it's more than true - you wrecked him long before he was even inside you and tasted heaven on your tongue and encased in the sweet velvet of your walls. and he's more than impressed with how eager you are for his mouth despite the awkward angle pushing your legs to your chest in a way he's sure can't be comfortable.

when his dick slides all the way back in to the hilt at this angle, you both gasp at how much deeper it seems, the head of his cock nudging right up against your cervix.

"ohh, fuck, pretty girl, i could die right now you're so fucking perfect," he breathes, like the air has been punched from his lungs, because you're swallowing him right up so perfectly, so snugly, and the base of his cock is rubbing right up against your clit and making you mewl nearly every time he thrusts in. his fingers weave between yours and pin them to the mattress, similarly to how his hips shove yours down into it, steady and unbelievably precise, and the room fills with the obnoxious noises of wet skin slapping against wet skin and the obscene squelch of your cunt sucking him in.

you giggle breathlessly, let go of one of his hands to clutch at the roots of his hair, tilting his head up from where his gaze had been locked on the mess between your bodies so he can look at you instead. "don't die before you make me cum again, issei."

matsukawa swears his heart palpitates at the cocky little smile on your face. you really are perfect - you look like a gorgeously lewd, perfect little angel, dazed and splayed out so delicately in his bed, tits bouncing with every purposeful thrust of his hips, your heavensent, divine pussy sucking him in so perfect, perfect, perfect. that word was made for you, he's so sure of it.

"of course not, angel," he simpers, licking his lips as his gaze rakes over your body. "how many can you take, hm?" one hand still laced with yours, he parts your lips around his dick with his free hand, grinning ruefully when you can only whine instead of answering his question.

he hadn't expected you to, anyway.

matsukawa continues to tease your body and relish in your sweet reactions, never breaking the brutal yet constant pace of his hips thrusting into you. he presses a heavy palm down on your lower stomach and groans from deep in his chest when you clench so nicely for him, whining at the new sensation. "you can feel me there, huh?" he hovers over you, your legs still hooked haphazardly across his shoulders, and kisses at your chest in approval. he marvels at how deep he truly is, carving his cock into you and building up your pleasure and his with every purposeful rock of his hips. he feels goosebumps rise on his skin at the primal, fleeting thought of fucking you full, fucking a baby into you, making you beg for it, needy and desperate. "i fucking love you, baby, taking me so fucking well." he isn't sure he's making much sense, but something comes over him with the sheer bliss he's feeling, and he can't stop talking - and you seem to absolutely love it, keening at every meaningless babble as if his voice is laced with the most addictive substance.

eventually he moves his hand down from your stomach to toy with your poor, puffy clit, smearing your combined juices all along the little bundle of nerves and rubbing vigorously. "cum all over my cock, princess, give it all to me," he all but growls, hips still moving as if on autopilot as he focuses all his attention on your pretty face, intent to watch you come undone.

your jaw locks and a silent scream escapes you as you tip over the edge once more, overwhelmed with pleasure as your orgasm crashes through your body, head to toe. when you have enough air to gasp into your hungry lungs, you can only breathe out a chorus of his name, clutching at his hair and the sheets beneath you, writhing against the mattress with every wave of pure bliss that rolls through you.

matsukawa fucks you through it, dutifully, eagerly. he nearly melts at the happily dreamy look on your face, the charming pinch of your brows and your mouth hanging agape just to chant his name and spur him on - and not to mention, the devastating flutter of your cunt around him, the pulse of your walls pushing out your wetness to coat his cock, the sweet glisten of the skin between your thighs and his shaft.

he's never been more in love. he can't help but think about how lucky he is to be the one making you lose yourself in the best way.

matsukawa stills his hips and kisses you down from your high, your tongues tangling and making a mess of your spit, but neither of you care, too lost in each other.

"keep going," you pant into his mouth, fingers raking through his hair and making him moan in satisfaction as the last few contractions of your orgasm wrack through him in turn. "wanna feel your cum inside me, issei."

matsukawa groans, low and guttural. you say and do the hottest things with such ease it should be illegal. "fuck," he grunts, "i did tell you i'd give you everything, didn't i?" he slips your legs down his shoulders carefully, but presses one to your chest with a large hand on the back of your knee. he repositions himself over you, makes sure you're secure and comfortable before he starts to move again.

this time, his pace is much faster, hyperfocused only on reaching his own peak.

your moans seem to get higher pitched the longer he pistons into the tight wet heat of your cunt, your legs shifting to close around him on instinct - he prevents you with that firm hold on the back of your knee, keeping you splayed open and vulnerable as he happily splits you apart on his cock.

matsukawa bites his lip in concentration, but low, satisfied sounds still escape him, too lost in the sweet vice of your pussy clamped around him to keep quiet.

when you reach up to tug at his hair again, with just the right amount of pressure, he thinks he loses his mind completely.

he only lasts a few valiant, sloppy thrusts, and then he's burying himself into you as deep as he can, his tall frame curling into you instinctively to get as close as possible, your name escaping from deep within his throat, low and lovely. with every sweet pulse of his thick cock he spills inside you, coating your fluttering walls in his seed until it leaks out between you, and you're gasping and shaking lightly at how positively full you feel, warm and more than content to be trapped in his embrace. his hips slow to a sensual grind that makes his pelvis nudge right into your clit, and before you know it, you're teetering excruciatingly slow towards another orgasm, shocked at how eager for it your tired body seems to be, squeezing around his cock - still hard despite how much he seemed to cum - and instinctively pressing closer to him.

matsukawa buries his face into the crook of your neck as he comes down, breathing heavy, arms wrapped tight around your waist. after a moment he turns you both on your side because he has half a mind not to crush you, and you giggle breathlessly, fingers soothing at his scalp. "fuuuuuck," he groans against your heated skin, drawn out on a long breath. "you're insane." he chuckles to himself, all too pleased.

you scoff, shifting so you can face him. you're so close you can see how much his pupils have dilated, the black nearly swallowing the entirety of his irises, and you wonder vaguely if yours are the same, if the emotion bursting from your slightly heaving chest is any indication. "says the one who's still hard." you clench around him for emphasis and he grunts as his cock twitches inside you, a large hand smacking lightly at your ass in admonishment.

"don't start something you can't finish, princess." that crooked grin is back, that addictingly smooth lilt of his voice.

instantly you're more energized, spurred on by his challenging tone, absolutely insatiable, and you mirror his smirk. "who says i can't finish?" you pull away from him, whining a little at the loss of his heat and the dull pressure of his cock plugging your releases. it leaks slowly out of you and along your still-wet inner thighs, but in another instant matsukawa's thick fingers are there, smearing it into your folds and making more of a mess of you.

you push his probing hand away so you can roll on top of him, and his grin widens when he figures out what you're doing and lays back comfortably with an arm tucked behind his head, those half-lidded eyes watchful, anticipating.

you don't miss the delicious flex of his bicep, the way that position emphasizes his arms and broad chest.

you lean in just to kiss him as you straddle his hips, his free hand squeezing at your thigh and gliding up your body to rest at the curve of your waist, his thumb soothing at your skin. you line him up to your entrance once more, and with your pleased little gasp, he slides in with hardly any resistance to speak of.

"that's it, beautiful," matsukawa rumbles, and with your hands braced on his chest you can feel his deep voice vibrate through you, and it makes you shiver. "you're so pretty like this." he says it softly, reverently, and your back arches a little bit more as if on instinct, preening with his praise.

you grin, sinking down all the way and humming in satisfaction along with him. you circle your hips, leaning down to kiss him, one hand on his chest and the other on the side of his face, caressing his cheek as he lets your tongue delve into his mouth, content to let you take the lead.

if he were honest, he'd let you do anything you wanted to him.

and he can't wait to explore that with you.

you lick up the line of spit that connects you when you pull back, raising your hips simultaneously and gasping against his cheek when you shift back down. his cock throbs deep inside you, every ridge and vein massaging at your walls so nicely every time you move, slow and purposeful.

"fuck, 'sei," you whine as you ride him with abandon, chasing the friction, the pure, liquid pleasure he's giving you, all but bouncing in his lap - to his clear delight. his eyes shine with mirth, darting across your every feature and leaving none without his attention. matsukawa groans in response, no longer lax and content to just admire you as you work yourself over him, sitting up to toy with your body, his hands now occupied with your breasts. he squeezes them together, pinching and licking at your nipples just to make you whimper and clutch at his wrists, back arching to push more of your flesh into his eager mouth.

matsukawa kisses his way up from your chest, where he's left his own pretty roses scattered across your skin, and starts sucking on your throat. you gasp when you feel his teeth glide across your pulse, shuddering and tugging on the hair at the back of his head. he chuckles against your jaw, big hands digging into the supple flesh of your ass to aid your movements.

"issei, i'm-" he interrupts you with a lick to your bottom lip, laughing softly at how quickly you respond, head tilting to follow his mouth when he pulls away.

"what is it, baby?" he asks, though he knows, can feel it in the way you clench around his dick, the tension pulling your muscles taut and making your pace stutter.

"'m close," you manage between kisses when he realizes he can't stay away from your mouth, either, and gives you what you want. "gonna cum, make me cum, issei please, i need to- oh-!"

matsukawa interrupts you again, this time by planting his feet on the mattress and thrusting up into you. he grips your thighs and slams you down onto his cock simultaneously, and your hair flies when you throw your head back with a deeply satisfied, high pitched moan. his grin is feral - he's addicted to the way you fall apart just for him, losing yourself again on his cock, tits bouncing with each brutal thrust he rewards you with for your pretty, shaky moans.

your fingers paw sloppily at your clit as you tumble over the edge once more, and he does his best to prolong your orgasm, but he only lasts a few messy thrusts himself before giving in and pumping you full again, unable to resist the tantalizing flutter of your walls around him.

matsukawa shoves his pulsing dick inside you as deep as he can and stills, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tight to him, unconcerned that you're both sweaty and trembling and have a mess slowly spreading between you, both of you coming apart in your bliss yet coming together in the middle, tethering each other in your embrace. you hold him just as firmly, fingers dug into his soft curls, chest pressed to his and swooning all over again when you feel his heartbeat against your own, rattling around erratically in your ribcage as you come down from your devastating high, struggling to catch your breath.

soon enough, laughter bubbles up in his chest, shaking you both lightly. you giggle along with him, pinching playfully at his arm when he kisses your cheek and tells you, low and breathless, "i swear you're trying to kill me, princess."

"we should probably clean up," you suggest, laying your head on his shoulder and admittedly making no other move to do so.

"yeah, just..." matsukawa just stares at you for a long moment, a tender little half-smile adorning his lips, so small yet so bright - it lights up his whole face, makes his eyes sparkle and his skin glow, and you don't think he's ever looked more handsome. your heart does somersaults. "give me a second." his hand comes up to your face, thumb stroking your cheek, tracing the seam of your lips and making you smile against the pad of it. almost as if on instinct you kiss at his thumb, and his grin widens, because he thinks he sees everything he's ever wanted in your eyes.

you sigh dramatically when you feel more of your combined juices leak out of you and you suddenly feel unbearably sticky. "come on, issei, you can make googly eyes at me in the bath," you gripe, and peck at his lips before disentangling your sore limbs from his and moving to sit up.

matsukawa just laughs and does his best to help you out, because he can't argue.

but just because you ruined that tender moment prematurely, he thinks he'll do more than that in the bath.

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Top Ready To Cook Meals That You Need To Try Right Now

Who isn’t love eating tasty food? We all do right, but we all hate the long cooking process which typically takes up to two hours. In contrast, instant food ready to eat meals can be cooked in less than 20 minutes. Save your precious time and enjoy these ready to eat meals.

Imagine, you are watching your favorite India-Pakistan match and Virat Kohli is all set to hit his another century but you need to switch off the TV and go to the kitchen because you need to prepare food, scary? Well, this scenario can become reality anytime. Only ready to cook meals can be your savior. There are so many brands offering ready to eat meals that it can be difficult to choose which ones to try first. Regal Kitchen is one of the places where you can get the vast range of the tastiest and healthiest ready to cook food at the best price. On that note, check out these top ready to cook Meals and order your favorite instant food. 

Brown rice

“I” in rice stands for irreplaceable. This ready to eat instant food is quite easy to make. Regal kitchen has a vast range of instant food that includes different types of foods such as brown rice, jasmine rice, lime & coriander rice, long grain white rice, and whatnot.

Dal Makhani

What could be the perfect ready to cook food to talk about after rice than our favorite Dal Makhani? In Indian curry, there are plenty of various types of foods but nothing can beat the wholesome Dal Makhani. The best part is, now you can easily skip the long cooking time as this ready to eat food is easily available at instant food RTE stores.

Rava Dosa

This popular south Indian food is indeed an instant food. Rava dosa is crispy, and reedy crepes are made with semolina, cumin, green chilies ginger. If you have nothing in mind for dinner on next Sunday order Rava dosa instant food and enjoy India Pakistan match with peace.

Chaap Tikka Masala

The process of cooking Tikka masala or chaap is quite long and tedious yet, you can make it simplest one with Regal Kitchen’s chaap Tikka masala ready to cook food. So what are you waiting for? It’s the perfect time to ditch your favorite Panner and try Chaap Tikka Masala instant food.

Sarson ka Saag

Have you ever tried this delightful dish? If not then you are really missing the most delicious classic Punjabi dish. The winter is here and Sarson ka Saag is one of the best winter delicacies. This instant food is often served with Makki ki roti.

Aloo Matar

Aloo Matar AKA potato & peas is very popular and every foodie’s favorite instant food.  As the name suggests this ready to eat food is made from potato (Aloo), and green peas (Matar) in slightly spiced smooth tomato based gravy. 

End note

These are incredibly easy to make and require minimum time for cooking. Tempting? What are you waiting for? Just Head to the online website or offline store and get your favorite ready to eat instant food.

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