#matsukawa x male reader

[tomasweetheart]

I'VE LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU THAT HURTS

matsukawa issei x m!reader (pronouns aren't mentioned but the intention is still there), established relationship

warnings: angst, really poor body image on mattsuns part including negative mentions of weight, hurt/comfort, cussing, use of pet names (baby, honey, pretty boy), matsukawa is referred to as mattsun and issei, the friends mentioned are not the seijoh four

notes: i projected a bit oops

mattsun had lost track of time. all he knew was that the light illuminating from his laptop hurt his bloodshot eyes, and if the soft sounds from it weren't the only thing keeping him sane, he would slam it shut in a heartbeat.

he doesn't know how he ended up in this position, really. he's not typically a sensitive guy, he's normally nonchalant, laid back. he walks the world like nothing can hurt him.

but then he thinks about what his friends said.

it was playful, at first. little jabs at his personality that he could rebuttal with ease. teasing them about their flaws, adamant on avoiding striking any nerves.

he just wished they would be as careful as him.

what got to him first, was the mention of his eyebrows. how they were too thick, that they didn't match his face.

which then led to the conversation about his jawline, how it was too triangular, too uneven.

and even though those comments hurt, he took them and bit his tongue. for his own sake. just shake it off, he thought, they're just joking stop being such a fucking baby

it was fine, really.

until they started talking about his weight. how he was too skinny, too tall, too boney. how almost nauseating it was that they could see how his ribs poked through his skin.

yeah, that's what got him.

from practice to home was a blur to him, but he remembers how he stormed to his room. how he sat in his own silence for a moment or so, before his body racked with violent sobs.

he cried. he cried until there was no more air in his lungs, until the sobs got caught in his throat. he gripped his hair and broke down for what felt like an eternity.

and even now, hours later, the thought of everything that happened makes him want to start sobbing again.

but he can't. the lump in his throat sticks there, not daring to move.

he really thinks he's fucking pathetic. to let such words get to him, he knows he shouldn't care. he knows they meant no harm. he knows they were just jokes. he knows he's not that bad looking.

right?

well, he guesses there must be some truth to their words if they poked and prodded at it. he guesses there's some truth if he's allowing himself to be this affected by it.

he doesn't hear you softly open the door to his bedroom.

you had grown worried, you tried to contact him over dozens of times within the past few hours, only to be left on delivered.

at first you were mad, you figured he was just ignoring you for makki or something unimportant, but once oikawa had told you that issei had left the gym in a sulk, you had just grown to be worried.

you slowly made your way towards him, the soft blue glow of his laptop being the only source of light in the room.

when you tripped over his sneakers is when he finally noticed you.

slowly, he turned from his laptop to face you. the cacoon of his blanket covering most of him. that's when you finally got a good look at his face.

his eyes were bloodshot, and his tears from earlier left stains of trails down his cheeks. the dried snot under his nose, his tussled hair and cracked lips showing his distress.

god, you swear, even like this he looks so beautiful.

"issei, baby, what's wrong?" you question, crouching down next to his bed. you reach your hand out, lightly stroking his face.

tears slowly begin to fall from his eyes again. you wipe them away gently with his thumbs.

the gesture alone sends him into another fit of sobs, you wrap your arms around him, rubbing circles on his back as you let him weep into the crook of your neck.

"i can't fucking . . . i'm so pathetic i'm sorry . . ." he blubbers, god he can't believe himself right now.

"nonono baby you aren't pathetic, you're allowed to cry. you're allowed to be upset," you reassure him, "take your time. i'm not going anywhere."

you two stay like that for a few minutes, issei composes himself the best to his ability, before sitting up and letting what happened fall from his lips in a hurry.

your face contorts in anger as he continues, not with him, of course. you couldn't believe what he was saying, what kind of friends were these people?

once he finished, you allowed yourself to speak.

"issei," you began, "what they said about you was absolutely ridiculous."

at first he's taken aback by your words, but then you continue,

"you are one of the most gorgeous boys i have ever laid my eyes on," you said, "your eyebrows aren't too thick, they fit your face perfectly. your jawline is perfect too, and even if it is asymmetrical, most peoples are. it's not uncommon and it certainly does not make you ugly."

you take a deep breath, cupping his hands in yours. giving him a reassuring squeeze before picking up again once more,

"and as for your weight," you began, "i just . . . the fact that they even felt the need to comment on that disgusts me. there is nothing wrong with your weight, as long as you are healthy that's all that matters. whether you be on the bigger or smaller side, as long as you are healthy that's all that should matter. ever. don't listen to the utter bullshit they spew because it's not true. you're a beautiful boy, you're my beautiful boy."

he starts crying again, but this time out of a warm feeling bursting in his chest. he pulls you in for a tight embrace, and you squeeze him just as hard.

"i love you so much." are the only words he's able to mutter before he falls asleep on your shoulders.

you then softly close the lid to his laptop, crawling under the covers with him and placing a kiss on his forehead.

sleep well, pretty boy. is all you can think before drifting off yourself

a/n: i just want to remind you guys that you are beautiful no matter what and you deserve good things. likes, reblogs & comments are appreciated!

[falling-like-fall]

been thinking about timeskip y/n, matsukawa, oikawa, hanamaki and iwaizumi still being friends even long after highschool. Like, yea, the third years went their separate ways after they graduated but they still keep in touch. In fact, they invite each other to every thing they can. Holidays, birthday parties, random get togethers, and especially nights to just hang out if they're all free. And when they start families (if they do) you better believe that they're all gonna be absolutely unhinged. Not in the bad way, but in the "cool uncle" typa way. I'd like to think that Iwaizumi would be the most calm out of the five, then, surprisingly, oikawa, then hanamaki and then y/n and matsukawa. Yes, I love matsukawa. And yes, him and y/n are a power couple.

Anyways thank you for your time <3

[oukabarsburgblr]

silly drabble...with Seijoh 🍀

"What's that one thing you might get but you're too scared of the consequences?"

His (h/c) hair swayed as he tilted his head, (m/n) humming in thought as he rubbed his chin. Oikawa and Matsukawa who sat in front of him across the table were waiting for his answer Matsukawa had randomly brought up.

"A spine tattoo maybe? I'm not scared of the consequences but more to wary..."

Oikawa made a confused noise. "A spine tattoo? But no one's going to see it." Matsukawa laughed, patting his captain's back. "That's not the point, 'Kawa."

"I'm going to hold your hand as I say this..." (m/n) was indeed holding the other setter's hand, Oikawa becoming even more confused.

"I want the guy giving me backshots to see my arched back with intricates to the point he's gonna wanna fuck me more."

Oikawa froze, his mouth gaping as Matsukawa was going hysterical at (m/n)'s smiling face. "I don't even care who's it going to be, as long as its a dick up my ass connected to a hot face with a fat chest, I'll spread my legs any day."

Maybe he was sexually frustrated, but to Oikawa that did not excuse the vulgarity (m/n) had spouted while touching his hand. "Y-You PSYCHO???"

"Is it illegal to want sum dick?"

"IT'S DISGUSTING TO DESCRIBE IT TO MY FACE! WHORE!"

Matsukawa was falling off his chair with how loud he was laughing. "Just admit you can never be as bold, Oikawa!"

"Why do I need to be?? Stop COMPARING ME TO HIM-" The setter climbed over the table to choke the (h/c) out. Iwaizumi and Hanamaki joining the trio as they entered the mess hall. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You should've listened to what he said to me!" Oikawa cried out with (m/n) gagging due to the setter's hands around his throat.

"What did he say?"

-

"I guess a spine tattoo would look nice on you."

There were wet slaps ringing around the room, Iwaizumi's large hand trailing over (s/c) back, his fingertips pressing into the dents of the muscle, dipping in and reaching the shape of his spine. "It would look nice from this angle." Iwaizumi pried his ass apart that was full taking his cock, stretching his reddened rim.

Hanamaki slapped his hand away. "Stop teasing the poor man. He keeps choking and gagging on me." His other hand lazily ran through (h/c) tresses, his fingers tugging on the roots as (m/n) was busy sucking his cock, his cheeks full.

In the dark room, there was only a single spotlight shining down on the (h/c) presenting his beautiful body being used by the two Seijohs. Oikawa started to whine about how they're taking too long.

"It would be great if you would hurry up, Iwa." Oikawa mumbled, reaching down to pinch (m/n)'s nipples who was on his knees, his ass pressed up against Iwaizumi's crotch.

Said brunette pressed (m/n)'s lower back down, making his ass hike up, his body arching while his mouth was getting violated by Hanamaki's thrusts who was getting too impatient at the (h/c)'s lazy sucking.

"Mmff- uwanhh..." (m/n)'s mouth was coated with semen, Hanamaki cumming inside with strands of cum stringing from his tip to the (h/c)'s lips. The (h/c) wiped his mouth, grinning up at Hanamaki. "It's like I'm using it as lip balm." He coughed out.

Hanamaki smirked. "Careful. You're going to make me hard again." (m/n)'s hair was pulled again, by Matsukawa this time who had been frowning, wanting a turn with him.

"Angh anhh annh hngg!" (m/n) moaned loudly, his face sweaty as his ass was pounded by Seijoh's ace from behind. He felt a tingle on his back when he noticed Oikawa had came up with a Sharpie cap in between his teeth.

"A snake design...cuz' you're a snake. Or maybe some vines because we're Blue Leaf." Oikawa mumbled, scribbling doodles on (m/n)'s moving back who was getting his ass fucked by Iwaizumi. "To be honest, a tramp stamp would fit you best." "Ahn ah ah!"

Glistened (e/c) looked up to Matsukawa, whose eyes were darker than usual and he had a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "What was it that you said...as long as its connected to a hot face with fat tits, you'll spread your legs? Was that it?"

(m/n) only whined, his rim twitching as Iwaizumi's pace fastened and finally slammed one last time, a wet feeling overtook him. He definitely came inside. Oikawa was still doodling on his back. They were all naked but he felt the most exposed with the spotlight still on him.

"Well technically, Oikawa's going to fuck you next but I hope my chest is big enough for you to cum on." Iwaizumi's hands left his body but it was quickly replaced with Oikawa's, the Sharpie pen gone but he could feel the black liquid mixing with his sweat as the brunette pulled him to lay on his side.

"(m/n)-chan...you always run your foul mouth but you turn quiet every time I run my hands down your chest." There was a dark glimmer in Oikawa's brown eyes, his large rough hands cupping the (h/c)'s pec who whined when his skin was pinched.

"I can't tell if you're actually cute or you're just another whore." "Shut your trap, 'Kawa and get to it." Matsukawa teased him, prying (m/n)'s mouth open with his fingers and slipping in his wet tip, sliding it onto his mouth with precum trailing in behind.

Oikawa didn't say anything, only stared down at (m/n) with the intent to swallow as he slammed his hips, crashing his cock into the (h/c)'s hole who clenced around the penis in shock.

(m/n) was on his side, his neck craning to suck Matsukawa and his hips bruising from Oikawa's tight grip on his curves, pounding his cock into his ass. A shiver ran down his sides as Hanamaki retrieved the dropped marker and continued scribbling on his back as the owner of the body was being tag-teamed by his so-called friends.

"Are you just drawing a bunch of dicks?" Iwaizumi questioned the other third year, sipping from a water bottle as he analysed the ruined skin of the (h/c) who was mewling and squirting all over the futon.

"Yup." Hanamaki licked his lips as he felt his erection rising again at (m/n)'s heated face, lips stretched, eyes glossy and rolled back, drool and cum dripping down his chin. " 'Cuz that's what he's doing right now. Sucking all of his friends' dicks."

Oikawa smacked his hips into (m/n) one last time, stilling himself while his hands gripped onto the asscheeks, sighing as he busted a load inside the (h/c). Pulling out, his cum dripped out, mixing with Iwa's as it drooped down onto the futon below. Matsukawa was still having fun, grabbing his cock to drag it across (m/n)'s tongue, making him lick and suck while the (h/c) could only slobber.

Iwaizumi got tired of waiting as he pulled the (h/c)'s hair and slammed his head down onto Matsukawa's crotch, the ravenette yelping and cumming in shock, choking (m/n) with his semen. "We don't have all day." He reprimanded the middle blocker, shoving (m/n) to the side.

The (h/c) took in deep breaths, heaving and coughing all over as his hips staggered, shivering as he calmed himself on the damp futon. "You okay there?" Hanamaki asked, peering over him.

(m/n) nodded mindlessly, still in a daze as he felt cum still leaking out from his asshole and onto the floor.

"Maybe I should get that tattoo."

[END SCENE]

One of the many September fics soon to come! Wrote this a while ago, suddenly came across it haha

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[slutfactory]

I couldn't stop thinking about Matsukawa, so here's a thirst. Saw that your thirsts were open, lol. Also sorry if my English is bad 🤭

Okay, so timeskip!Matsukawa is a well known S&M streamer, and he approaches the unsuspecting reader in a bar he frequents. Why? Because he's looking for a new sub after yet another one quit without so much as warning. For about three streams, he's been doing chit chat streams. By now, his audience has probably gotten tired of it.

Cut to Issei bringing reader to the room he streams in, and reader immediately knows what's going on, because reader was an on and off watcher of his streams. Of course, reader plays along right up until the stream is about to start and quickly turns the tables on him. You put his face mask on to protect his identity and try to keep your face out of frame as much as possible when the stream starts up.

You can't even read the chats because everyone's sending comments, but you get the gist of what they're all saying. Ignoring them, you tell them to sit back and enjoy the show.

YES. why does this suit him so well?

the chat's going crazy and the donations are piling in, yet Issei doesn't notice because he's too focused on trying not to cum. alas, he fails in this and gets his thighs and cock whipped with the same riding crop he would use on all his partners before. he can't do anything but cry out and beg for mercy while you manhandle him in front of what could be tens of thousands of people.

mattsun is honestly surprised that you know how to use most of the toys on him; little does he know, it's all thanks to his teaching. <3

he's so embarrassed, being made to look like a pain slut on camera, but he can't stop himself from moaning and shaking his hips when you spank him when you call him a whore.

imagine if after you're done, he swallows his already shattered pride and asks if you could do this again sometime. though, he says it's for the sake of content, but you know that's not the case.

more of these, pls bats eyelashes

[nykie-love-anime]

Flirting

Oikawa: If I were a gardener, I'd put our 'two-lips' together Y/N: - blushes - Makki: Why aren't we like that? Mattsun: If I were a gardener, you'd be my 'hoe' Makki: - giggles like a little schoolboy -

Masterlist

[wonderoustime]

him: two bros

you: chilling in a hot tub

him and you, in unison: zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

oikawa, bokuto, matsukawa, kuroo, tendo, suga

[whatisreggieshortfor]

can i request something?

Gn! or M! reader with makki AND Matsukawa (pls poly ♡)

The reader is neurodivergent and is overestimulated and very stressed. For example they do not want to be touched or hear any sounds because they are close to breaking down, yk? And Makki und matsu try to calm them and give them some noise-cancelling-headphones and stuff. The reader is hypersensitive and every day is hard since sounds are everywhere and every sound is stressing them out (even rain and stuff)

I am very hypersensitive and I get very frustrated and stressed over little sounds like pouring in some water in a glass..

Thank you in advance!! <3 But you can take your time, i dont want to rush you!!

P.S continue your work!! I really appreciate you and your stories!! You are doing an amazing job.

Hi! I tried my best. I’m not sure how you personally react to your hypersensitivity so I went with my ticks when I get that way.

Too Loud

Makki x m!reader x Mattsun

Hanamaki knew he was a loud personality.

Iwaizumi often described him as an acquired taste, and since his best friend was Oikawa that felt like it said a lot.

Which is why he was surprised when you accepted his confession.

And even more surprised when you accepted a make-or-break clause to that confession.

Because while Makki had feelings for you- amazing, sweet, quiet you- he also couldn’t fight that he had feelings for his own best friend, who you described as a subdued version of him and he couldn’t really argue with that. You had even admitted to the same feelings, so Makki spoke with Mattsun and the three of you made it work.

And now, forbid Oikawa from ever actually figuring it out and being a menace about it, Makki was happy with you and Mattsun.

But because he had a loud personality, he didn’t always notice when someone couldn’t handle it.

You had never really opened up to either of them about when you couldn’t handle a situation, in high school there had been studying to excuse yourself for, and then work became a good reason. It was like you were trying to hold off on them finding out you just weren’t normal.

But work had been crushing you, big project after big project, someone always unsatisfied with what you’d done- and you were practically at your breaking point from it all.

Mattsun noticed first.

He had come home before Makki, and unlike most days you didn’t greet him. Instead he found you, rubbing your hands around each other, shifting in your seat on the couch and every time he made a noise… you were flinching.

Mattsun’s brow furrowed. It didn’t look like it was fear.

“Y/N?” His voice wasn’t loud, not by a long shot, but the way you ducked away from the sound like it had been so startling had him concerned.

He wasn’t sure how to feel when you looked up at him, your eyes bloodshot and filled with unshed tears, and your voice wasn’t the warm deep sound he had known so long, “It’s- Everything is so much.”

His mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure what that could mean.

He had always noticed your thought process shifted more than most others, and he learned that you were neurodivergent along the way, but you had never broached the topic, so he never mentioned it. But this was something different, the way you ducked away from the window when a car honk sounded from the street, the way you shied away from the light still spilling from the hallway outside the open front door.

So he didn’t say a word, slipping his shoes off and shutting the window as soundlessly as possible before he did the same with the door. He sat a few feet away from you on the couch, giving you the option to get closer if you wanted it, but you stayed firmly in your corner. Switching his phone to silent was the obvious next move, followed by a text to the only missing partner, all the while Mattsun kept an eye on you.

Makki was surprised to get the text that something was wrong, even more when his boyfriend sent him a list of things to get at the store- but he didn’t argue. He bought exactly what he was told to, following the explicit instructions not to deviate, and then toed off his shoes in the hall outside the front door as he was instructed.

And as soon as he walked through that door, he was getting tugged into the kitchen you were the only one to ever use because he could burn water and Mattsun only knew how to make cereal. “What-“

“Shh!” Mattsun clapped a hand over Makki’s mouth, speaking so quietly he could barely hear him, “Y/N isn’t feeling great today. Did you get everything?”

He nodded, the hand still pressed over his mouth for another second before it pulled away. Mattsun cringed as the bag crinkled, peeking around the corner to see you rubbing your arms more aggressively as you shrank away from the sound. He held a finger to his lips, quickly grabbing up the bags and scurrying to the outside hall.

Makki followed curiously, still lost on what was actually happening, to find the boyfriend you shared in the hallway carefully tearing opening packages and bundling the trash in the corner outside the door. “Okay, what is happening?”

Mattsun pursed his lips, pausing to look at him and shrug, “Honestly? I’m not sure. But I know sound isn’t helping right now.”

“Hypersensitivity to it?” Makki offered, one of the temp jobs he had landed him with a coworker that suffered from a sensitivity to light when things were stressful, and he had managed to convince the supervisor to have a dimmer switch installed. Mattsun raised his brows questioning, and Makki launched into his best recollection of an explanation.

Meanwhile you were doing your best to ignore the outside world. The heat was too hot, but the cold was too cold. Every sound was too loud but the quiet was too somehow too loud, too. Every light was too bright but the dark was too dark.

And suddenly the sounds were muffled. They weren’t gone, just quieter. More bearable. There was a weight over your ears, but it was comforting and soft. A cool weight fell on your shoulders next. A blanket that wasn’t heavy, wasn’t light, wasn’t too warm.

Glancing up, you saw the nervous expressions of the two boys you had loved for so long. And with teary eyes, you did all you could with a voice as quieter than it had ever been.

You whispered, “Thank you.”

Makki had always had a loud personality. It was who he always was, and his best friend and one of the loves of his life had always been a slightly subdued version of him. Neither of them were ever quiet unless they were up to something mischievous.

But for you? For you they’d be whatever you needed them to be.

[translytherins]

Oikawa: [Y/n]-chan! Is that a hickey on your neck!?!

[Y/n]: No it's not Oikawa-senpai!! This is... Just a mosquito bite!

Iwazumi *walks into the gym*: Good morning everyone

Matsukawa: Good morning mosquito! Hope you had a good nights rest!

Oikawa *gasps dramatically before whining *: Iwa-chan!! How could you steal [Y/n]-chan away from me like that!

*Iwazumi and [Y/n] blushes intensely*

[1orbitxjupiter]

GUYS I DONT USE THIS ACCOUNT ANYMORE HERES MY OTHER ACCOUNT @haikyuu-x-male-reader

[luvnami]

playstation controller - matsuhana x fem!reader

an | based on this image, for my dearest @rrazor <3 happy birthday cw | anal, fingering, oral, mdni 18+, 700+ wc

there’s something incredibly erotic about watching matsukawa fuck hanamaki.

you sit with hanamaki’s head in your lap, letting him hold onto your soft thighs as matsukawa wrecks him from behind. 

“does that feel good, ‘hiro?” your thumb strokes his cheekbone. 

hanamaki thinks you look like an angel. he cranes his neck up to stare at you, pretty and illuminated by the bedroom light, replying with a slight nod. 

“y-yeah, fuck. feels so good, issei,” he groans when matsukawa’s cock grazes a particularly delicious spot. 

matsukawa’s tan skin is covered in a light sheen of sweat, his fluffy eyebrows drawn together. no matter how many times the three of you have sex, it feels so mind-meltingly good that he might as well be a born again virgin. his hands dig into hanamaki’s hips as he fucks him at a steady pace. the room is filled with the sounds of skin on skin, and stuttered groans from both males. 

hanamaki nuzzles into the flesh of your lower belly. he likes it, calls it your cute lil’ pooch, despite your protests.

“baby.” he presses a kiss to your hip. “wanna eat you out. please?”

you hum. matsukawa moans at the thought. 

“someone’s greedy today,” you muse, but open your legs anyways, letting hanamaki eagerly dive into your warm pussy. 

he’s gentle. he’s always been that way, always been that kinda guy, to hug you from behind and lend you his cardigan when you’re cold. conversely, matsukawa’s charismatic. he walks on the side of the pathway that faces the road, and tilts the umbrella towards you when it’s raining, even if he gets soaked. 

hanamaki swirls his tongue around your clit and you whimper. your legs part even wider, fingers threading through his short hair. matsukawa picks up speed and his hands explore the expanse of hanamaki’s naked skin, making the male beneath him tense. matsukawa’s thumbs fit perfectly into the divot of the dimples by his lower back. almost like a playstation controller, he thinks. 

hanamaki’s saliva mixes with your slick and he’s so hard, the head of his cock is redder than his flushed cheeks. he eats you out like a man starved, anyways. you gasp when his fingers push into your swollen pussy.

"'h-hiro!”

you tug on his hair and hanamaki nearly cums there and then. he’s so easy when it comes to you. matsukawa thrusts into hanamaki hard and he makes a surprised noise, head bumping between your legs. 

“fuck, sorry,” matsukawa pants. 

hanamaki’s nose and mouth are drenched with your juices, his pupils so blown out you swear he’s pussy-drunk. matsukawa’s so close. his cock throbs with the need to cum inside, but he wants to see the both of you finish, too. he slips a hand over hanamaki’s hard-on and tugs, his other hand holding his hips up. 

hanamaki keens. his mouth returns to sucking on your clit, flicking at it with his tongue as his fingers thrust into you. the vibrations of his moans around you make your legs tremble. 

“s-so close, 'hiro. fuck, feels so good,” you cry. 

one more thrust against your g-spot and you’re cumming, humping into hanamaki’s face as he moans and shudders. he cums all over matsukawa’s fist and the brunet follows soon after, gasping and bucking his hips as he paints hanamaki white from the inside. 

the room stills, all three of you riding out your highs and catching your breath. the smell of sex fills the air. 

“shit.” matsukawa’s chest heaves. 

hanamaki lies where he is, unwilling to move from his slumped position. his cheek is pressed against your inner thigh. you move his bangs out of his eyes and he hums, leaning into your touch. 

matsukawa pulls out and leans down to kiss hanamaki’s lower back. his thumbs ghost his back dimples again. 

“‘hiro, you’re like a playstation controller, you know?” he grins.

hanamaki looks at him over his shoulder. “what the fuck, dude.”

you stifle a giggle. 

matsukawa moves his thumbs this way and that, the rest of his fingers digging into the flesh around hanamaki’s hips as he pretends to be playing forza on his ass. you laugh even louder when hanamaki kicks at matsukawa’s knee and the both of them collapse over one another, effectively suffocating you beneath their bodies. 

“can’t believe i got my pussy eaten out before gta six,” you say.

hanamaki gives you an annoyed look. matsukawa snorts. 

[wh0rrorb4by]

pacifier - matsukawa

tw: noncon/dubcon!, teabagging (balls in mouth/on face), sloppy oral (male receiving), size, says daddy a couple times, mentions of abuse (one slap), mentions of past hard noncon (matsukawa x reader), dacryphilia, implied kidnapping and stockholm syndrome, him being so condescending ugh

18+, dark content

thinking about mastukawa above you, knees on either side of your head as he presses his heavy balls onto your face, throwing his head back as you mouth at them sloppily. you can’t help it, whimpering as he coos at you, your nails softly digging into the muscular thighs that could crush you if you squirmed too much.

“oh, baby’s hungry,” he moaned in a low voice, gripping your hair to keep you still as he rolled his hips. you had your tongue out as far as you could, letting him drag his balls up and down it and making a mess around your mouth. it was humiliating, having to kiss and lick and nuzzle his sack so sweetly, but he slapped you the last time he felt your teeth — thought you were getting nasty and trying to bite him. the ringing in your ears and the stinging, throbbing pain in the left side of your face was somehow worse than the humiliation of what he was doing now, so you forced down the remnants of what little fight instinct you had left. you never stood a chance against him, anyway.

“fuck, keep that pretty tongue out for me, baby. ‘m gonna stuff ‘em in your mouth.”

“mm—pl—ease—” you muffled out. it was getting harder to breathe between the fat balls sitting heavy on your tongue and the even fatter cock that was leaking pre-cum all over your face. you could feel the weight of it, the weight of him as he made good on his promise and started to stuff your cheeks full, making you open wide as he dipped his balls in one at a time until they were nestled snuggly into your mouth.

you’d become such a good girl for him — a fast learner who aims to please and trembles at even the slightest change in his tone. he thinks it’s adorable.

he sucked in a breath through his teeth as he lifted his cock off of your face so he could see you, all the silent tears making you choke and the heavy blush that reached your ears. the way your eyebrows furrowed as you concentrated on slurping him up and sliding your tongue across every inch of skin you could reach with him in your mouth. your cheeks looked so cute when they were stuffed full of him, he could stay like that forever if he didn’t want to see you take his cock so badly.

he gave your face a couple light taps to let you know to ease off of him, and it sent more blood rushing to his cock when you flinched. he was still trying to get you over that, makes sure to kiss your face all the time and caress you more, but he’d be damned if he didn’t admit that it still turns him on when you’re a little shaky around him. you’re more eager to please him when you’re a little nervous.

“i’m not gonna hurt you, baby, just wanna give you your pacifier now. come on, open up.”

you hate when he calls it that, makes you wanna scream when he tells you to soothe yourself on his tip until you’re ready to stop crying and whining about everything. he’ll force you to suck for as long as it takes you to calm down, until you’re whimpering to yourself and nodding your head when he asks if you’re ready to start being a good girl.

it made more tears slip past your pretty eyes, but you opened up for him anyway. you hardly got a second to catch your breath, the thick head pushing past your lips as soon as his aching balls were released. the groan he let out was animalistic, and it sent a pool of warmth gushing through your body. you squeezed your thighs together as he pushed himself all the way to the back of your throat, your eyes rolling back as he muttered praises to you.

“oh, fuck—” he gripped the headboard to keep himself steady. “love being in your throat, baby, fuck — daddy loves you so much.”

and there was that — the way your heart doesn’t sink to your stomach anymore when he tells you that he loves you. you tried to deny it, but even you were aware of how much easier you give yourself over to him now. you were almost unrecognizable to the girl you were when he first took you, when you thrashed and screamed and cried when he stuffed you full, when you begged him to let you go and swore you’d never say a word to anyone about it. you lost your edge. you lost your will to fight back, and most of all, you lost any chance you had of getting away from him when he got you addicted to being split open on his cock.

he was thrusting slowly now, working himself up with the sounds of you gagging around him. you were writhing, the feeling of being so empty making you burn up. you stared up into his dark eyes, pleading with him through your tears to let up on you. you were being good for him, taking everything he gave you without complaint, you deserve your reward now. he let out a breathy moan at your glossy eyes and the way your lips closed around the base of his cock. you bucked your hips up and whined.

“what’s the matter, baby? you getting all needy, huh? want daddy’s cock in you?”

the look of adoration he gave you when you nodded your head made you dizzy. you were starting to love when he looked at you like that, it made you whine and your pussy clench around nothing.

“okay, sweet girl, daddy’ll give you what you want. you’ve been so good for me, ‘m so glad we don’t have to fight about it anymore.”

you only vaguely heard him as he eased himself off of you, allowing himself one last shallow thrust into your mouth before you could finally breathe again. you hardly processed anything he cooed at you as he kneeled before you, spreading your legs and folding you into a mating press — something about how wet you were, how he could see your pretty lips clenching and how proud he was that he doesn’t have to use lube or spit to force himself inside you anymore.

he leaned down to place a kitten lick to your clit, making your hips buck as you let out a broken moan.

“p-please… please don’t tease me,” you begged, a fresh wave of hot tears spilling over your eyes. “come on, daddy, i’ve been so good.”

you felt pathetic, truly, and you were sure you looked it.

“i know, baby, i know,” he mumbled, reaching a hand up to hold the side of your face lovingly. you were grateful for the times he was merciful, because the stretch alone was almost enough to make you cum when he finally gripped his heavy cock and started to push himself in. “you’re gonna get what you want, baby, ‘m gonna make you cum so much you won’t be able to talk. just gonna be my dumb little girl, forever.”

you nodded, thoughtlessly mumbling thank you’s as you arched your back, feeling his swollen cockhead nudge itself deeper than you thought was possible before the first time he held you down and forced you to take it all. you knew you’d never get used to his size or the power behind his thrusts, and you were already going all stupid and cross-eyed as he began pounding into you.

“just remember, baby, you asked for it.”

[sophiria]

Shaken series

a soft yandere tale

main pairings: Matsukawa x fem!reader x Hanamaki, Sakusa x fem!reader x Atsumu, Suna x fem!reader, fem!reader x undisclosed

warnings: 18+, dubcon due to alcohol in the first chapter, explicit sexual content and explicit language, manipulation, angsty undertones, non-consensual photo-taking and sharing in the first and second chapter, moral ambiguity, mind games, power imbalance, more warnings and tags to be found on ao3

Highball (first chapter, ft. Matsukawa x you x Hanamaki)

Sour (second chapter, ft. past Sakusa x you x Atsumu and present Matsukawa x you x Hanamaki)

Mudslide (published only on ao3. It's the third chapter, ft. Suna x you, plus an 'unnamed' male character x you. Iwaizumi, Matsukawa and Hanamaki also appear.)

[falling-like-fall]

look only at me.

oikawa x m!reader

FETISHIZERS DNI

overall warnings: swearing, a bit suggestive ?

"He's not looking at you, shittykawa." Iwaizumi snapped, smacking him upside the head. "So focus on studying."

Iwaizumi was right, y/n l/n's attention was elsewhere. Surrounded by his friends, he never once looked in the direction of the great king; and it made Oikawa furious.

"I cannot believe this!" He groaned, pulling at the ends of his sleeves.

"What now?" Hanamaki asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the brunette.

"All these fans, and l/n-chan isn't one of them." He sighed, eyes still on the other.

"grab his attention then," Matsukawa shrugged, twirling his pencil. "you're good at that, aren't ya?" he asked, causing Tooru to sigh again.

"Right."

"Look only at me." Tooru whispered to the male that was now pinned to the wall (though if he needed to he could escape). Oikawa had stopped him on the way back from the bathroom, earning a shock gasp from the other.

"Uh- okay?" y/n fidgeted a bit, wriggling his feet in his shoes.

"What?"

"Okay, I'll look only at you." Tooru was beyond amused - some would even say flabbergasted.

"Was it that easy this whole time?" y/n shrugged, staying underneath the captains gaze.

"Kind of." He wore a small grin. "I'm assuming you'd want my number, as well?" He added. Tooru was almost too distracted to speak, snapping out of it quickly.

"Oh- yea, of course." Oikawa nodded, gulping as he handed him his phone.

"Good. I'll see you around then, Tooru." Oikawa was fazed, watching the male saunter past him after handing his phone back.

a/n:

its 1 am. dont be mad if this is bad 😿

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Tongue Twisting [Dare AU]

FEATURING : AITO SOUSUKE (OC) x male reader

An annoying setter dares you to suck someone's face. Good thing your hot teammate walked in at the right time.

Short but too detailed for a drabble? has haikyuu characters as fillers because I'm too lazy to make up other ocs, voyeurism, making out, profile

Find out more under the cut!

"Still don't understand your point, Oikawa..."

(m/n) spoke with a lazy but confused grin, his eyebrows furrowing as he leaned forward from his chair he was sitting in. The brunette, standing tall in front of him had his hands on his hips.

"I'll give you the keys if you do it. It's not that hard for you, (m/n)." Oikawa smirked, his fingers spinning the bundle of keys he stole from the (h/c)'s bag earlier. Matsukawa who had dragged a chair to sit beside his standing captain quirked an eyebrow.

"If 'Zumi gets word of this, he's gonna get so pissed at you." "But he won't if (m/n) does it quick!"

A training camp had been set between Keio Shiki and Aoba Johsai for the Volleyball Men's Club. (m/n) and Oikawa both positioned as their captains of their respective teams and ever since (m/n) step foot onto the training camp's venue, Oikawa had a grudge on him seemingly for petty reasons.

(m/n) (l/n) had also been a third year setter, and a captain whose team had gone to nationals regularly representing the Saitama prefecture so Seijoh's coach had stated that the Shiki VBC team was the 'better' version of them and that got Oikawa pissed. It didn't help that Ushijima acknowledged (m/n) as a fantastic setter so he felt threatened with his position.

Since then, Oikawa would bother the (h/c) with small things, such as asking him to help clean his side of the gym, criticising his sets and serves or just straight up taking and using his stuff. Iwaizumi would knock some sense into his captain but it just so happened that both vice captains of both teams had to go run errands. Perfect.

(m/n) would have his meals in a more private area rather than the mess hall mostly due to him having to finish other duties on his laptop but Oikawa decided to infiltrate his booth and Matsukawa saw and just followed him in. His request was outrageous to say the least.

"Make out with someone."

(m/n) who was about to slurp his bowl of noodles visibly paused in his tracks and glanced at the annoying setter. He couldn't believe this was the man he was constantly compared to.

"Make out?" Oikawa grinned, seemingly proud of himself as he dangled the ring of keys he had snatched from the (h/c)'s duffle bag. "Or I'll throw this away." "...You do realise in the end, you'll get in trouble right?"

Matsukawa who had just stepped inside the lounge, froze and deadpanned at his captain. "Oikawa, what the fuck?" "Shut up, Mattsun! If you won't back me up, then leave." He whined as he tried to push the middle blocker away but the ravenette only decided to pull up a chair as (m/n) finished his meal.

The keys were access to all of the gyms and several other sections that were to be used by the volleyball teams on the property and (m/n) was in charge of keeping them safe and locked when they weren't using it and Oikawa was annoyed on how he wasn't picked.

How come he's athletic, smart, has good looks and has a nice personality?? FRAUD-

Oikawa couldn't accept someone with such a caliber existing and he was determined to find a foible somewhere in the (h/c). He continued to pester (m/n) and was about to dump the keys in a paper shredder until the (h/c) agreed. Although he doesn't exactly look mad?

"So do I have to get someone or you're picking?" (m/n) smoothened his pants, still sitting in the wooden chair as Matsukawa gaped at his relaxed expression. Even Oikawa was shocked he had agreed. "A-Anyone. Except your boyfriend!" "I don't have a boyfriend." The (h/c) deadpanned.

The setter suspected (m/n) was dating at least someone on his team, with the way they idolised and admired him. Especially his ace and his vice captain.

"How about you then?" (m/n) winked at the brunette, his finger made a 'come over here' taunt and Oikawa screeched. "You're shameless!" "You asked for it."

Matsukawa and the (h/c) was laughing at the flabbergasted brunette until the door behind them slid open and revealed an intimidating redhead. Keio Shiki's ace.

"What?" Sousuke deadpanned, confused as to why was there Seijoh's captain and annoying middle blocker in (m/n)'s private lounge, usually he would sneak away to spend time with his favourite person/crush but instead he found a grinning (h/c) and two other players from their rival team, his stomach tightened with jealousy.

Oikawa gestured to him and (m/n) laughed. "He wouldn't." "Wouldn't what?" Sousuke questioned, moving behind the suddenly cautious brunette to grab a chair, dragging it to sit between Matsukawa and (m/n).

"Would you have sex with your captain?"

Sousuke felt his heart dropped as he froze, his eyes on the ground and he heard (m/n)'s voice in the background. "He said smooching not fucking." What? Smooching not what?

The ace was confused as he peered to see the one who had asked him, Matsukawa smirking at him. "...huh?" Sleeping with his captain would be a dream come true. Hell he tried to woo the (h/c) for years if it wasn't for a certain cockblock VICE CAPTAIN-

"Like I said he wouldn't do that." (m/n) waved Matsukawa's teasing off, his eyes glancing at the redhead as he chuckled lightly. Sousuke frowned.

"I beg to differ." Oikawa was staring at the redhead, his eyes glinting as he crossed his arms, the bundle of keys nowhere to be seen. Sousuke reminded the brunette of Kyoutani, their playstyles and brash behaviour was similar, only Sousuke's style was more refined and he had been tamed by the (h/c). "If not, then I'll get someone else-"

"No." Sousuke grunted out, his fists clenching as he glanced at his captain, who was staring at him with a neutral expression. "I'll kill anyone who touches you."

"Calm down, hermano." Matsukawa whistled. "It's just kissing." The ravenette noticed the protective behaviour Sousuke had for his captain, pulling his shirt down if his skin was exposed, urging him to wash up quickly in the communal bathroom. He almost punched Oikawa in the face one time if it wasn't for Iwaizumi holding him back.

(m/n) gazed at the redhead, his eyes scanning his tense figure before he reached out and pulled his hand. "Then do you mind?" He smiled at the redhead whose cheeks flared. "What?" "Make out with me for a bit."

Oikawa's body was trembling, holding in his laugh as he slapped Matsukawa on the back repeatedly, the middle blocker cupping his mouth with his hand in excited shock. Sousuke's hand that was in (m/n)'s hold shuddered for a bit before he took a hold of himself.

"Are you going to do it with someone else?" (m/n) hummed, tapping his chin in mock thought. "Well I'm doing it for something..." He peered at Oikawa who was grinning. "Either way, if I have to then I'll have to." He nonchalantly stated, observing the agitated redhead.

"I might break their hands, (m/n)." Sousuke whispered to his captain, his hand now laying on his shoulder. "Then just swap spit with me." The (h/c) winked.

Sousuke stared at his captain for a moment, the gears in his brain moving and locking in as he grabbed his chair to sit and scoot directly in front of the (h/c) whose smile reached his eyes. Oikawa was hollering in the background and Matsukawa was holding in his cackle.

Bet he's a bottom. Oikawa didn't have a clear cut objective in his plan. He just wanted to see (m/n) melt one way or another. Sousuke was an added bonus, he was so annoyed with how good chemistry they had on the court.

Hazel scanned the (h/c)'s body, his eyes moving upwards to catch (e/c) staring at his bottom lip before they locked together. (m/n) smiled and tilted his head. "Don't regret this." "..."

Sousuke placed his hand on (m/n)'s bicep as he slowly moved forward, his breath held in. (m/n) chuckled as he closed his eyes, leaning in and he gripped the redhead's thigh, rubbing his thumb into his ace's pants.

The redhead's heart was racing, he stiffened his trembling hand as he gripped the armchair and he felt his world turned into bliss when his lips pressed against his captain's.

Sousuke was rigid as he nervously opened his mouth, panicking internally when he felt no response. "Let's go slow..." (m/n) cooed as his other hand moved to cup the redhead's jaw, his nail teasingly scratching his neck.

He flinched before humming awkwardly, closing his lips and letting his captain have his way. (m/n) gently lapping up the redhead's rough picked lips, his tongue softly swiping against the redhead's clenched mouth. His grip on Sousuke's thigh tightened.

Oikawa was laughing and taking a picture secretly, Matsukawa was hiding his smile with his hand, amused at the current scenario in front of him. A certain middle blocker is gonna be so pissed when he finds out.

The redhead cautiously opened his mouth, poking out his tongue and (m/n) seemed to stammer when it met with his. Sousuke could taste a lingering salt on (m/n)'s tongue. "Noodles for dinner?" "You know me." (m/n) chuckled before holding Sousuke's face with both of his hands and clashed their teeth.

Sousuke grunted as his breath stuttered when the (h/c) entered his mouth. He moaned when (m/n)'s tongue pressed againts his hard palate and he heard his captain's quiet laugh.

The butterflies in his stomach was raging as he forced himself to stop acting so nervous, his hands finally moved to hold (m/n) by the waist, rubbing his sides up and down. He had to swallow more than normal with how generous the (h/c) was licking his tongue, the taste of soup placating his buds and their saliva mixed.

Moving forward, Sousuke's chair scratched against the floor as he forced it closer to the (h/c)'s, desperate to have more. He couldn't believe that he was doing this. What kind of miracle did he walked upon? If any other man had sat in his position, he would have had his neck wrung.

"Nggh- hah!" He pulled his face back, panting with spit drooping down his chin. His penis was undeniably hard, the outline stretching against his jeans. Sousuke's face was hot, his cheeks red and he felt even weaker seeing the (h/c)'s expression.

(m/n) was smiling shamelessly and licked his lips, his heart fluttered and light. His own cock was also erect but he couldn't show that. The (h/c) wiped both his and Sousuke's face. "You had enough?" "..."

The redhead stayed quiet, swallowing his saliva. Sousuke wanted more, (m/n)'s tongue and drool in his mouth, or even his in the (h/c). Either way, it could never be enough. He had gotten a taste and Sousuke was Adephagia.

His hand gripped (m/n)'s lower waist, dangerously close to the plump of his ass and the (h/c) let out a quiet groan while biting his bottom lip. Half-lidded (e/c) eyes glared at burning hazel. (m/n) smiled as he felt Sousuke pulling him into his lap.

Sousuke kicked the (h/c)'s chair away as he held the captain on his lap, his left hand fondling down his back and his other rubbing (m/n)'s thigh. Their mouths were connected again and Sousuke immediately took the chance to thrust his tongue past (m/n)'s lips.

The taste of udon was more apparent now as he intruded his captain's mouth, pushing his wet muscle against the (h/c)'s. (m/n) moaned as his teeth scraped and he tried to push back. His hands are now in Sousuke's red locks, pulling and roughing them up.

(m/n) (l/n) couldn't say he never meant to end up in this position, sitting perchly in his ace's lap while sloppily making out with the redhead. Oikawa annoyed him and if the only thing that got him to shut up was for him to swallow someone's spit, then so be it. It was a plus for him too, how long had it been since he let loose anyways.

Sucking Sousuke's tongue was a different story however. He knew the redhead's obsession- passion for him. His intent gaze lingering over his figure, his rough fingertips brushing against his face and it didn't help he was handsome and so compliant under his will too. (m/n) could no longer hear the two Seijoh players laughing when Sousuke pulled him onto his lap.

His heart undeniably was pounding against his chest and now he was fiercely face fucking with his ace, Sousuke's hand dangerously hovering over his ass. (m/n) could feel the hard dick under his bosom, teasingly grinding on top of the rough jeans the redhead wore- fuck he shouldn't be doing this.

"Mmng ahh-" He pushed Sousuke away, the redhead frowning and panting with his tongue slack against his bottom lip. "We should hah- finish-" He was cut off when the redhead lapped up his jaw, making the (h/c) mewl and squirm in his hold. "Don't wanna." Sousuke mumbled, letting his tongue drag across (m/n)'s jaw.

The (h/c) huffed as his hands trembled, he leaned back, unintentionally exposing more of his neck. Sousuke brushed his fangs over (s/c) before he bit down, making (m/n) gasp and whimper as he rolled his hips.

"Y-You..." (m/n) frustratingly whined, his arousal was painful as he pressed himself down onto Sousuke's. "Hah...hah..." The redhead pulled away from the (h/c)'s neck, lust and want evident in his desperate eyes. (e/c) melted with equal need staring back.

"...my room." Sousuke immediately picked him up and walked out of the lounge, (m/n) locked his ankles around the redhead's torso. They both were still making out by the time they were out of the Seijoh's sight.

Oikawa was silent, not knowing what to say. Matsukawa was palming his face. "You should've expected that. That red hair guy was basically eye-fucking him everytime they're on the court." "I just....wanted to see him submit...not hooking up with someone."

Matsukawa raised an eyebrow. "Was this supposed to be a kink? That's gross, idiot-kawa." "I JUST WANTED TO SEE HIM LOSE FOR ONCE??" "Whatever it is, he definitely won tonight." The middle blocker secretly adjusted his pants, Oikawa's face was red and blushing.

"Why the hell are you guys in here?" Iwaizumi questioned, stepping into the lounge. Hanamaki poked his head in as well.

"...nothing." "Oikawa made a horny dare." "I DID NOT!!"

Iwaizumi cringed at the setter, disappointment etched onto his face. "DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT-" He wailed and Hanamaki looked to Matsukawa for an explanation.

The middle blocker only raised his hands in mock surrender, his mind wandering to the Shiki pair. Sousuke might show up but (m/n) will definitely not be attending practice tomorrow.

[END SCENE]

[unedited]

Afterthoughts :

Wow me posting🤩 the last part is a bit hanging, was supposed to be more slurping but i got sleepy. I wanna ask u guys to like a post that will help my team advance in an engineering innovation competition but that will be most likely indirectly doxxing myself hm😔

I have so many long drafts...like i legit have an almost finished jinx au but goddamn i lost the spirit. Ive been neglecting daisuke ik🥰 ill come back to my big tiddy man soon.

Just finished watching the haikyuu movie yesterday and kenma is terrifying wtf. I see why ppl like him now. The first year fic boutta go crazy

Taglist :

@tehyunnie @rainnyydaysworld @webwanderer @a-short-ass-disappointment @chikai-k @mello-life25

[remuswriting]

Haikyuu!! x Reader Fic Recs

This is consists of male reader and gender neutral reader fics I recommend! I know it can be hard to find these kinds of fics, so here is my list.

Gender neutral means it was written without any clear gender terminology and it's not labeled 'x fem reader'. That does not mean the author had the clear intent of the fic being gender neutral.

If a work is untitled, then I put the date it was posted. Most descriptions are dialogue from the fic.

GENDER NEUTRAL

Miya Atsumu

08.25.2024 — caelivir

“are ya sure yer not dating (y/n)?”

miya atsumu and the chronic lovesick disease — fushisagi

the question comes to him one autumn night, surrounded by his friends and the chilly november breeze, asked by, who he assumes to be, just another nobody looking for money: what is it that you desire most, boy? the psychic asks, her saccharine smile forgotten when he looks into the crystal ball and all he ends up seeing is you. alternatively: miya atsumu is not in love. what the hell? who would ever suggest something like that?

Aone Takanobu

10.03.2023 — shoulmate

"People really don't sit next to you on the train."

Matsukawa Issei

[ 2:35 a.m. ] — rinesei (deactivated)

"well, you’re stuck with me,” he says, picking the cigarette from your hands to press it to his mouth, inhaling sharply, “and I’m not half bad.”

Sakusa Kiyoomi

08.15.2024 — emmyrosee

“You called me Sakusa,” he pouts in fear. “You don’t call me Sakusa. They do.”

MALE READER

Suna Rintaro

07.15.2021 — kageyuji

“now go change and we can watch dumb movies til we fall asleep. deal?”

Sakusa Kiyoomi

03.02.2021 — pupkou

“my body belongs to me,” you say firmly.

Bokuto Koutarou

crushing — moroostar

The ultimate Bokuto Koutarou was crushing on his other best friend.

[sulsulellison]

other blog @mavbear and spotify

MASTER LIST

Dead Poets Society:

dead poets characteristic list

dead poets would say…

sports they would play…

playlist

historically accurate halloween costumes

halloween costumes

gerald pitts

headcanons: pt1 pt2

neil perry

playing with hair

social situations

headcanons pt1

dating neil

steven meeks

baked goods with a side of poetry

a day with steven meeks

sharing comics

headcanons pt1

passing notes

the shy type

richard cameron

headcanons: pt1 pt2

todd anderson

one car over

headcanons pt1

charlie dalton

going to the movies

sharing comics

fair day

headcanons: pt1 pt2

reality tv

stick

baking memories

knox overstreet

sharing comics

headcanons pt1

the outsiders:

outsiders would say...

Haikyuu:

kentaro kytani: water bottle

tsukishima fluff

satori tendo: sweatshirt

matsukawa fluff

touch starved: oikawa, akaashi, kenma, bokuto

comforting s/o: oikawa, akaashi, kenma, bokuto

tatsuki washio: comfort king

kenma kozume: game boy

taketora yamamoto: care to share

tadashi yamaguchi: skin care

yu nishinoya: convenience store

tetsuro kuroo: ios 14

Requests: Open!

do:

dead poets society

the outsiders

character x reader (gn! male! and female!)

fluff/comfort and non explicit intimacy

headcanons/short fics

character x characters sibling (ex. neil x charlie’s sister)

don’t:

character x character

nsfw

major angst/hurt

no slanderous requests