#hanamaki takahiro

[emmyrosee]

MATTSUN MARRY ME CHALLENGE-

[captain-hawks]

poly!matsuhana that starts with mattsun (best friend) and takahiro (your boyfriend) making out with each other to get your attention.

because they’re very very bored and you’ve been pointedly ignoring them for the past two hours with your nose buried in a cheesy romance novel and all other attempts to distract you have failed spectacularly and hahah actually wouldn't it be so funny if they imitated the raunchy cover of the book you're holding—

[maybe-a-dinosaur]

hanamaki takahiro @ matsukawa issei

[itsyourfarmerboycowjima]

Title: A Late-Night Message

The soft glow of his phone illuminated Oikawa Tooru's face as he lay in bed, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He'd just finished a grueling practice session, his body aching, but his heart full. He scrolled through the messages, his eyes lingering on a particular one. It was a group chat with his closest friends: Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei, and Hanamaki Takahiro.

The message read simply: "we're proud of you."

A wave of warmth washed over him. He knew those three wouldn't explicitly say it, but the message held a depth of affection he cherished. Iwaizumi, his ever-reliable rock, always offering quiet support. Matsukawa and Hanamaki, his boisterous partners-in-crime, whose playful banter always managed to lighten his mood. Their message, brief as it was, encapsulated years of shared laughter, sweat, and unwavering friendship. It was a testament to their unbreakable bond, a silent promise of continued support, no matter the challenges.

Oikawa felt a surge of gratitude. The exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by a comforting sense of belonging. He knew he wasn't alone in his journey. He had his teammates, his rivals, and most importantly, his friends, who were always there, cheering him on, even from afar. He closed his eyes, a contented sigh escaping his lips, the warmth of their message lingering like a comforting hug. He drifted off to sleep, the words "we're proud of you" echoing softly in his dreams.

[charlythelee]

Slightly belated pinch hit for the HQ Fantasy BigBang — have some MatsuHana angst and please check out the fic, the AU and world building are lovely ☺️💕

⇢ Read "Bard Without a Song" on Ao3 by @savannahlovena (Beta by Alaina) ⇢ Akaashi Art

[artisticxlly]

Guys,,, Makki dressing up as Saiki (Edit: and Mattsun dressing up as Satou??) for Halloween,,

[undersero]

Someone, somewhere, years ago said that Makki puts those glow in the dark wall stickers all over his room as an adult because he can and I can’t remember who said it or where I saw it but it’s stuck with me. I’m 30, currently laying in my childhood bed in my childhood room looking at the glow in the dark dolphin wall stickers that my mom so lovingly put on my walls over 2 decades ago and like. I always connected with that Makki post

[sarolue]

Shenanigans of a cat and a horse

When you and your friend find watermelons floating in a stream

A lil fire can make your problems go away

No free rides (unless you're Makki or a lil kid)

[namirotraeu]

Matsuhana Mornings

maki being used to prepare breakfast for his siblings usually wakes up before matsun.

[iwachansfavoritealien]

The "kawa" Issue - A Seijoh4 Short Story

Rating - Teen and up audiences 💛

Matsukawa Issei stepped into the Volleyball gym of Aoba Johsai High, marking the first day of his high school Volleyball career. The gym was remarkably bigger than what he had back in middle school, but Aoba Johsai was a rather elite school - to put it lightly - so Matsukawa supposed it's normal.

You see, Matsukawa never was one who "lived off of" playing Volleyball, so to speak. He wasn't one of those obsessive people who practically threw themselves around, working themselves beyond their limits, going above and beyond everything to master the sport like nothing else mattered. Don't get him wrong, he loves Volleyball, he plays well, but just for fun. Whether or not he makes it to regulars here, won't bother him much. So he wasn't really nervous about today.

It seemed like, even though a coach wasn't present, or that apparantly half of the team hasn't arrived yet, the guys who were present were already doing some drills; passing, serving and some even practicing quicks and blocking. Matsukawa's eyes sweeped across the gym to land on three other first-years, clad in green tracksuits like him, different from the rest - by the benches. Two were sitting together on the farthest bench, having some sort of an argument. One had chocolate brown near perfect silk-like hair styled into cowlicks - that he probably spends a decent amount of hair products on - that fell across his milky forehead like those models on fashion magazines, while the other, slightly tanner, had spiky jet black short hair and an impressive scowl etched across his face. Matsukawa couldn't make out the words, but it seemed like Spiky was lecturing Cowlicks, who kept pouting and sending jabs back.

The other was a pink-haired guy who was watching the bickering lovebirds with mild interest and, since Matsukawa was doing the same thing, he went to sit beside Pinkie.

"Hey Pinkie." Matsukawa sat and put his bag down. Pinkie whipped around, and a smirk broke across his face. Matsukawa could feel the all too familiar tug at his lips, forming his own smirk in return.

"Hey there Eyebrows," Pinkie wiggled his pink eyebrows, causing Matsukawa to snort. "It's Matsukawa actually."

"Alright, Matsukawa Eyebrows. Nice to meet ya. It's Hanamaki by the way."

"Nice to meet ya too, Hanamaki Pinkie."

They both grinned at each other, eyes shining with matching mirth. Matsukawa was pretty sure he has never met Pinkie before, but the banter came so easily, he could've known the guy forever.

"...kawa I'm telling you-"

Matsukawa started, pretty sure that someone called him, but when he scanned around the gym, no one was looking at him. huh.

"Hey, why so jumpy?" Pinkie grinned. "Though I could totally understand if I triggered your gay awakening," he winked.

Matsukawa chuckled. "Nah, figured that out a long time ago." He shot another searching look around the gym, to no avail. "Just thpught someone called me, must've misheard."

"Ah. I see. Someone was probably talking about getting their eyebrows dyed pink."

"Can't imagine why anyone would." Matsukawa said with a shit-eating grin.

"Why indeed." Pinkie laughed, then gestured at Spiky punching Cowlicks' arm. "What's up with those two anyway? The unresolved sexual tension is driving me mad, and I've only been here for like five minutes."

"Wouldn't be the first time two "bros" had skulls too thick to realize they just wanna jump each other," Matsukawa deadpanned.

"Or maybe they already kissed and they think its just a friendship kiss or something," Pinkie mused.

"Like completely straight bro pals."

"No homo."

"Just bromo."

"Dude."

"Pal."

"My man."

"Gay? Neer heard of it. We just homies."

"And we were roomies. Roomies my ass."

"It's a nice ass," Matsukawa chirped back, causing Pinkie to laugh.

"...sikawa!"

Matsukawa started again. Is he hearing things or did it sound like-

"Oi," Pinkie poked him. "Is that imaginary guy talking about eyebrows again?"

"...kinda."

"Stupidkawa, will you just-"

This time, Pinkie heard it too, because he stilled next to Matsukawa.

"...what the fuck was that?"

"I don't know man, no one's ever insulted me like that before." Matsukawa is someone with an incredible sense of humour, alright. He could always appreciate a good joke, would rather kill time planning a prank that will end him up in jail tahn doing his homework, memorizes more memes than Ed Sheeran has followers on instagram. Still, he had no idea how someone from Aoba Johsai other than Pinkie knew his name and fucking edited it into snappy nicknames that were getting more and more concerning by the second.

"Assikawa!"

Pinkie bursts into laughter, and so does Matsukawa, although still very confused. Assikawa, really? What's next?

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The names got rather creative throughout practice.

Matsukawa also learnt that Pinkie was Hanamaki Takahiro, Spiky was Iwaizumi Hajime, and Cowlicks was Oikawa Tooru.

"Assikawa" "Trashykawa" "Idiotkawa" "Lazykawa" "Crappykawa" "Shittykawa"

Matsukawa never believed in ghosts. Yet, he wondered if the gym was haunted. Everywhere he was, the voice folowed him, insulting him, and he didn't know what to do. If this was supposed to be a prank, the fun was long gone by now. This was... unsettling.

Maybe a vengeful spirit from an earlier generation is plotting their revenge against the Matsukawas. He really shouldn't be surprised, judging by his grandfather's foul mouth.

Or maybe it is an ex from a previous life. Must've been quite the drama, if they were still following him. He wondered if he used to have a humiliation kink in his past life to be called like this. What the fuck. Here he thought he'd never sink that low.

Or, Matsukawa simply was going insane. Huh.

When they were asked to do some serves, Matsukawa went to stand behind the back line, eyes focused on the upper border of the net. Oikawa was beside him, a few steps behind.

Matsukawa did a normal serve, while Oikawa did a jump serve. His own serve landed in the middle of the court. A hard place to dig it up. Matsukawa allowed himself a small smile.

Oikawa's serve was barely in. One inch beyond and it would've been out.

"Right on the line! " Oikawa grinned.

Wait. was that intentional?

Man, this guy was scary.

"Like that was a big deal to you. Everyone knows you could land a serve, Trashykawa."

Matsukawa whipped around to find Iwaizumi crossing his arms from beside the court, wearing an unimpressed look.

So it was Iwaizumi?

Okay. That's it.

"Dude, what's the deal with you?"

Iwaizumi scowled deeper. "What deal?"

"You tell me. You were the one throwing around insults at me all morning. Do I even know you?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Wow. Just wow. Matsukawa could feel his patience getting thinner.

"Dude, look. I don't know why you think this prank is still funny, it expired a while ago. You.re actively crossing a line here."

Iwaizumi's face was a mask of confusion and anger. He reminded Matsukawa of an elementary school kid, insisting he did nothing wrong to his parents when the vase he broke was right there. "Excuse me?"

"So you wanna keep going then? Fantastic."

"What the fuck Matsukawa?"

"What's going on, Iwa-chan?" Oikawa appeared behind Iwaizumi, brow furrowed.

"Nothing that concerns you, stupidkawa," Iwaizumi grunted, addressing Oikawa and not him.

A second went by in silence, while realization dawned on Matsukawa. He was at a loss of words, because - really? Really?

Iwaizumi raised his eyebrows, obviously waiting for him to say something. Oikawa kept looking, confused.

Hanamaki is the first to break, rolling on the floor laughing. Matsukawa couldn't help his own chuckle, because - really?

Hanamaki wipes tears from his eyes. "Of course it was Oikawa, not Matsukawa, holy shit," his shoulders shook with laughter.

Iwaizumi was positively fuming now. "Care to share what's so funny," Oikawa quipped, clearly unimpressed.

Matsukawa bit back a snort. "Thought I was the one bein called Shittykawa here, Glad to know I'm not."

"Wha-" Oikawa's high-pitched protest was cut off by an enlightened Iwaizumi, barking out a laugh. "Holy shit, dude, sorry about that."

"Gotta admit, it was pretty funny," Hanamaki grinned.

"Speak for yourself, I thought the gym was haunted for a second there."

Oikawa laughed. "No need to worry. We'll just call you Mattsun! And you," he pointed at Hanamaki, "can be Makki, and Iwa-chan remains Iwa-chan, and I can be the 'kawa' here. Problem solved. No more 'kawa' issue!"

"Geez, didn't know you loved my insults that much," Iwaizumi teased, causing Oikawa to gasp dramatically and protest non-stop, calling Iwaizumi a "foul mouthed brute."

"So, Mattsun."

"So, Makki."

"Guess we could get used to this."

"At least the gym is not haunted anymore."

Makki laughed. "We should pull this prank on a next year's first year. Preferably a jumpy one."

Matsukawa grinned, reminiscing how horrible he felt.

"Count me in."

Fin~

prompt credit : @fangirlism-for-life <3

[captain-hawks]

for @wintersroses, from this<3

not kicking both your boyfriend and his best friend out of the house before your zoom call for work was your first mistake.

the second was not repositioning yourself with your back to a wall, as both hiro and mattsun have both managed to become minor celebrities amongst your co-workers with every little guest appearance they've made in the background over the past two and a half hours.

guest appearances including but not limited to: a fashion show of shit from your closet, badminton in the living room, mattsun stirring cookie batter for absolutely no reason for ten minutes straight (you're pretty sure they're currently on fire in the oven), hiro seeing how many cheetos he could fit in his mouth, mattsun shoving even more cheetos into hiro's mouth because he thought he could do better than that, and their official audition tape for wwe smackdown.

and finally comes your third mistake—assuming that you're in the clear now that the presentation has ended, your boss has logged off, and your co-workers are in the midst of saying their goodbyes.

"so wait, which one's your boyfriend?" one of them laughs.

you sigh, rolling your eyes with a fond smile. "at this rate, i'm inclined to say neither—"

"me."

"me."

hiro and mattsun both interrupt you at the same time, shoving their heads into the frame on either side of you. mattsun's curls brush against the side of your face as hiro plants a shameless kiss on your cheek.

"that's not—" you choke as mattsun tickles your side.

"we're madly in love," hiro sighs, putting his chin on his hands.

mattsun winks at the camera.

your co-workers giggle.

you die a little inside for several reasons.

"okay cool nice to meet you guys, we're gonna have sex now bye!" hiro throws up a peace sign.

"TAKAHIRO—"

mattsun waves and clicks the red button to end the call.

[mblue-art]

"—matsukawa, quit pushing me down, asshat!" "nah." "i will kick your shins bro do not test me—"

alt. ver. before the redraw (bc i still kinda like this 😔)

[luvnami]

its hiro missing hours

hanamaki takahiro loves your pussy. it's gotten to the point where you're five orgasms in, and he's still begging you to cum for him.

"please, pretty girl? just one more."

"that's- ah! what you said just now!" your voice comes out in a broken whine as hanamaki pushes the vibrating dildo against your g spot. "h-hiro, i can't- no more!"

your thighs tremble around his head. the soft, pink tufts of his hair tickle your sticky skin as he kisses your clit.

"yes you can, you've cum more than eight times before. this is nothing. just for me? please?" he pouts, though you can't see it.

your half-lidded eyes roll back into your head as hanamaki thrusts the dildo in and out of your sloppy cunt. your poor, abused clit throbs. yet, each nudge against your favourite spot makes your womb melt. you barely even fathom your next high creeping over the edge as you rut your hips into hanamaki's face.

"guh- mmph! hiro, m'close! feels so good!" you babble, back arching off the bed.

his lips suck on your clit, tongue lapping on the underside of it as you cum for the sixth time on his mouth. hanamaki humps the bed desperately and his weeping cock squirts all over the sheets. a gush of fluid dampens his face, but he moans through it, his brain going blank as your pleasure doubles as his.

"f-fuck," he gasps. "fuck. you're so good to me. thank you, thank you, baby."

he kisses your inner thigh, pulling out the dildo as you try to catch your breath.

"we're stopping at three next time," you huff, but make grabby hands towards your boyfriend anyways.

his ears would've perked up if he were a dog. hanamaki eagerly dives into your embrace, snuggling against your face and peppers your hot cheeks with kisses.

"four?" he offers.

you pause. "we'll see."

[dexterousmango]

does tumblr like yurikyuu? fem hanamaki takahiro. inspo from twt oomf’s post a bit ago ^^

#hanamakitakahiro

[demonkitty10]

[endeavorslut]

Must I even explain? And they kiss each other GOOD too. Like you’d cum just watching, they get NASTY.