Risk It Till The Last Dime. Give Me That, Hook That, Spin That, Roulette. KAZINO By BIBI (2020)

“Risk it till the last dime. Give me that, hook that, spin that, roulette.” – KAZINO by BIBI (2020)

haikyuu x third year friendships ･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

+ bonus:

THEY KISS YOU DURING AN ARGUMENT — HAIKYUU

feat — timeskip!atsumu, mattsun, osamu, iwaizumi + suna.

warnings — 16+ suggestive content. slight choking in suna’s w a thigh slap + a little oral fixation in samu’s. female leaning petnames + just some rough making out.

note — i posted this on another blog maybe like last month? before moving to this one but i wanna keep it with me so i’m posting it here now, sorry it’s been a bit!

ఌ ATSUMU the reason you’d both been arguing had been long forgotten, but you were both too stubborn to back down as you stood infront of each other. “you’re a fucking asshole, atsumu.” “don’t act like yer much better, princess.” “oh fuck off, miya.” you snap, and atsumu chuckles dryly, his eyes darkening as he approaches you slowly, your feet carrying you backwards until your back meets the wall, his hand resting beside your head as his lips ghost over yours “that’s not ma fuckin’ name.” you would’ve whimpered if atsumu’s lips didn’t smash against yours instead, his bigger body slamming you back against the wall as his hands harshly grope the flesh of your ass. you feel your knees buckle at the way his tongue slides messily along your own before he sucks it into his mouth. “ts-tsumu.” you whine “hnghhh—fuck, there ya go, baby, that’s more like it.” atsumu groans, wrapping your thighs around his waist as he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, before moving to suck on the sensitive skin on your jawline, his tongue smoothing over the newly raised marks that he leaves behind. “let me hear ya say that again, angel.”

ఌ MATTSUN his brows furrowed as you stood before him, arms folded over your chest before you roll your eyes at the indifference on his face. “you’re not listening to me, issei.” you huff and issei’s head falls back against the couch, as he runs a tired hand down his face with a sigh. “we’re not getting anywhere, i mean there’s no point even trying to talk to you, matsukawa.” “is that right?” issei drawls, and you roll your eyes at his smooth tone before turning to leave, only to feel yourself being pulled back as your boyfriend rises from his spot, only sitting back again with you pressed tightly against him— his hand resting against the back of your neck. you feel something familiar replace the anger in your stomach when you feel his mouth roughly moving against your own, his fingers tightening—pushing you closer, groaning before he pulls away with a smirk on his swollen lips, only for his hand to move to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back as he places sloppy, chaste kisses up your neck “come on, babygirl. how about you let me make it up to you, hmmm?”

ఌ OSAMU you were in his office as he glares at you, your back pressed against his desk. “you need to rest, samu.” “and a told ya, a cant. ya agreed ta this when ya married me.” “all i want is a fucking minute of your time.” you snap, and a silence falls over the room when your voice raises. you feel your breathing hitch when you notice samu approaching you, his eyes darker now from what you can see under his cap, but all your thoughts melt away when you feel his tongue forcefully slide past your lips to taste your own. your mind feels hazy, trying to focus on his deep groans against you before he leans forward to swipe the paperwork off of his desk behind you, hands grabbing your thighs to lift you ontop afterwards as his body cages you against it. “s-samu—“ you whine, your words cut off as he pulls away, his tongue suddenly replaced by his fingers as stuffs two inside your mouth. “be good and keep that pretty mouth of yers quiet, angel.” samu groans while you nod in reply, your tongue sliding over the digits and you watch his swollen lips part as he groans deeply, leaning over you once more. “shit—so good, ya were fuckin’ made for me.”

ఌ IWAIZUMI got jealous, he trusted you but something about the way you giggled at oikawa’s jokes really irked him today. both of you return home and hajime slams the door behind you both, finally causing you to blow “what’s your fucking problem, iwa?” “don’t fucking piss me off.” “or what? gonna pout about it?” your teasing tone immediately drops when you feel your back slam against the door behind you, iwaizumi’s eyes are darker this time as his hands grab your wrists, pinning them beside you while he moves to bite at the sensitive spot on your neck before smoothing it over with his tongue. “you better watch that fucking mouth, doll.” you open your mouth to reply, but instead his lips latch onto your own— his tongue not giving you a chance to think, never mind speak as it slides along your own. your back arches against his chest as he groans into the kiss, only pulling away to scoff while you whine at the loss, before iwaizumi takes both of your wrists in one hand in favour of roughly grabbing your jaw instead. “you know he’ll never make you feel as fucking good as i do.”

ఌ SUNA glared at you tiredly as he lay back on his forearms “do you not have anything to say, rintarō?” suna only scoffs, rolling his eyes before he eventually speaks “are you done?” and you want to scream, but before you can you feel yourself stumbling towards him, his slender fingers moving to the base of your neck as you fall into his lap. you could whimper at the heated look he’s giving you, but you feel the tension in your shoulders melt when his lips meet yours instead, hearing him groan deeply as his tongue sloppily slides over your own at a lazy pace, one that always has you whimpering against him before he pulls away, admiring the hazy look in your eyes while you feel his fingers tighten around your throat. “still so pretty for being such a fucking brat.” suna drawls, and the slight loss of oxygen has your heart hammering against your chest as you almost stumble over an apology. his lips move to ghost yours once more causing you to whimper, his free hand moving to slap the flesh of your thigh before he smooths over the red skin “where’s that attitude now, huh?”

Getting us the owl ones:

https://sosuperawesome.com/post/183435986931/interlocking-keychains-jennifer-lebon-on-etsy

THOSE ARE SO CUTE 🥺 is this your way of proposing bc if so

Dad!HQ x Valentine’s Day and White Day

Characters: Osamu, Bokuto, Sakusa

wc: 2k

special thanks to the I tried-🌱 server and especially @bokkunkai for helping me ramble out my ideas for this one! part 2 featuring akaashi and tsukki with teenage daughters coming soon!

It’s Valentine’s Day, and in the world of dad!Haikyuu…

 Miya Osamu is cooking with his daughter in the morning. His little sous-chef is creating a masterpiece with his help – although, if doesn’t turn out as well as he usually makes it, he won’t be too upset. After all, his daughter has no one else to cook for, really, besides someone it Osamu’s immediate vicinity.

Sure, sometimes it’s for Akaashi-san or the MSBY team, but Osamu is always there. He will always eat her food and provide honest, positive feedback.

Hanako carefully packs everything into a bento box. The tamago is perfectly seasoned, if crookedly rolled. He’s helped her cut the little hotdogs into octopuses. The tangerine is arranged so the peeled slices form flower petals. The rice is shaped like little bear heads, and the kaarage is perfect (he’s already eaten one as a sample. He cooked that part, anyway, since Hanako is still too little to manage herself around that much oil).

She places both small hands on her hips, beaming proudly at her creation. “Thanks, Dad!”

Osamu closes the box for her, picking out a small piece of kaarage to eat right beforehand.

The indignant shout almost makes him drop his prize. Fumbling to keep the kaarage off the floor, he whirls around to face her. “Sweetie, what?”

With a pout that reminds him unfortunately of Atsumu, she says, “You can’t eat that, Dad. It’s not for you!”

“It’s… It’s not…?”

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