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plz this is amazing 😍😍👌

first impressions

these are meant to be the first ever twt dm’s that ur hq bf have ever sent u.. and bc i think unhinged bfs are funny, they are not normal lmao

cw: language, and just general insane behavior

quick disclaimer!! don’t try to pick ppl up like this, it will not work irl only hq boys can do this and be successful 😻

Tendou, reading a box of baby formula: Shake well before feeding? Alright.

Tendou, picking up the baby:

Semi: NO—

boyfriend who’s also your best friend. you two are practically inseparable, going on fun dates several times a week and always spending the night at each other’s places. you feel the most comfortable around him with his welcoming and understanding personality. though arguments and little disagreements are inevitable, you two make up eventually and laugh about the petty behavior. your love for each other is forever treasured and irreplaceable.

ATSUMU, KUROO, osamu, akaashi, HINATA, bokuto, yamaguchi, OIKAWA, suna, TENDOU

I will break their hearts in two

Fuck it ima say it Tendou is a chubby chaser all his life hes been bullied for looking different why wouldn’t he love big girls? he sees big plump thighs and tummy rolls and man goes fucking feral I said what I said

「 tendou satori icons. 」

~This is a repost from my old blog~

Mentions of female reader

Warnings ➪ nonee super softtt n’ fluffy <3

Soft!Tendou who throws his jacket over you everytime you come to one of his games because he claims it’s to keep sweaty boys from approaching you but he lowkey is possessive and gets super happy when you wear his number. There was a time at one of his games that he shut down an impressive spike and as the crowd erupted into whistles and hollering you stood up branding his number and screaming at the top of your lungs: “That’s my boyfriend!!” He couldn’t stop blushing the whole match he can’t help being so in love with you.

But also Soft!Tendou who always gives you homemade snackies that he always just happens to accidentally pack an extra portion for you. I feel like every Valentine’s Day you too go and do something like gross Rom-Com marathons and cook together. If you have socials media you always post and tag him and the comment sections are always arguing about “how cute y’all are” or “how you don’t have to rub it in” there is no inbetween

Soft!Tendou that throw all his body weight on to you at random times to see how you react. You’d think he would stop after surprising you with a trust fall when you was ready a book in the library and nearly cracking his skull open on a table when you failed to catch him and when you finally get back to him all he does is smile and cover you in kisses saying I still trust you <3

Soft!Tendou who kisses you anywhere anytime. No matter who is near if you’re busy he just needs to be near you his love language is most definitely physical touch. You know ushijima has had to pry Tendou off of you before practice because he has wrapped himself around you and won’t let go and your kinda just standing there like bread not trying to get out of the death hold but also not trying to get him in trouble with his team.

I don’t know if this is sad or cute but I’m literally screaming because Soft!Tendou definitely can sympathise with anyone and one Sunday afternoon you see him comforting a kid who is all by themselves and crying and you know he just goes to the kid and starts playing with them and spinning them around and building sandcastles with them and when he spots you it’s like your a little family and EEEEEEEEEEE *heart throb*

Soft!Tendou that loves doodling on his skin and one day during lunch just reaches for your hand and brings it into his lap and starts writing everything he loves about you and drawing cute variations of hearts and throwing in the occasional motivational quote like ‘be the best you can be’ or ‘Tendou Satori’s amazing, beautiful girlfriend ♡︎’

Cute lil Haikyuu mascots

U want some coffee ❤️💕❤️💕

with the olympics being in Paris I couldn't help but think of them.

•¥HOW THE HAIKYUU BOYS FINGER YOU¥•

NSFW

FEATURING: IWAIZUMI HAJIME, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, MIYA ATSUMU, TENDOU SATORI, KUROO TETSUROU

this is my first actual post on this site so please be kind to me <3

IWAIZUMI HAJIME -

Hajime had come back from practice today a little more angry than usual. And from the way his eyebrows knot together and he muttered under his breath about how he ‘fucking hated athletes’, you could tell you were in for a long night.

You had greeted him at the door, arms out wide ready to pull him into a hug when he first opened it. However, he thought otherwise. He placed his shoes neatly on the shoe rack, and dropped his bag and coat in a pile on the floor by the door. He then bent down slightly and picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes- as if you weighed nothing- and b-lined straight for the bedroom. He kicked the door open with his foot, and, without closing it behind him, threw you down on to the big, double sized bed.

This was all an hour ago. Now, he had your legs pressed to your chest with his left arm, the both of you stark naked, and, with his other arm, was quickly and seamlessly thrusting his middle and ring fingers in and out of your messy, spasming cunt, working you towards your third orgasm of the night.

You panted and whined, unable to get your mind to conjure any kind of coherent sentence, your mind having gone to mush, while you pawed and scratched at Hajime’s bicep.

“Quit with your whining, baby.” He said in a deep, gruff voice. His tone made your body shift, and he bore his eyes into your own as his brows furrowed. He took his fingers from inside yo, making you whine at the loss, and roughly manhandled you back into your original position, quickly putting his fingers back between your thighs.

Your mouth hung open and your tongue lolled out at the pace he set once again, and he leant down to you, capturing it in between his teeth, and using it as a method to keep your eyes on him instead of having them roll back into your skull.

He felt you start the squeeze him fingers again, and he sped them up, curling them inside you just right, and slamming his knuckles against the apex of your thigh. You brought your fists to the nape of his neck and tugged on his hair a little, pulling his face down to your collarbone, where he placed a sloppy kiss to your jaw, sucking a bruise to your skin.

“Come on sweet girl. Cum for me. Do it now or I’ll make sure you cum again tonight.”

Your eyebrows upturned and you squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back and letting out a cry, as you let the coil sat at the bottom of your stomach snap. He watched you intently, smiling down at you and dropping his head to place a kiss on the corner of your mouth as he muttered something about how good your were for him.

“Good girl. Such a good, fucking girl.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU-

Bo sat with his back to the headboard of your shared bed, your back pressed firmly against his chest, as he held onto you with an iron grip. His left arm wrapped around your front, passing over your shoulder to make sure you couldn’t squirm away, while his right arm planted itself comfortably under your own, snaking its way down so he could keep his hand glued to your core.

He sat with his legs akimbo and hooked around your anckles, which, in turn, held yours wide open, leaving you vulnerable to the world. Your hands held onto him, head tucked under his chin, as he furiously swiped his fingers back and forth at your clit, making you writhe with pleasure. Your toes curled painfully and you let out a whimper as he turned his head to place a kiss on your temple, stiffening his body to stop you from trying to curl in on yourself.

He had a little smile on his face - one that completely contradicted his actions- that looked innocent, like he wasn’t playing in your arousal like it was his life’s purpose. He slowed his fingers to a stop, and you whined at the loss of friction.

“Just a sec, baby.” He whispered in your ear.

His left hand came up to place itself on your head so he could turn you towards him for a kiss. He hummed, gently stroking your hair back, while his other hand occupied itself by burying two fingers inside your cunt. Your eyebrows knotted together and and your hands tightened oh him, as you let out a high mewl at the sensation.

You pulled away from the kiss as his arm went back to the way it was before. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you tucked your head into his neck. Your legs convulsed as his fingers rammed into you, causing you to whimper and moan and for your back to arch away from him -as much as his hold would slow you anyway- which only caused him to lean forward and tighten his grip on you.

Soon enough, the band in your stomach threatened to snap as you patted at his chin, getting his attention, and your legs tried to snap shut.

“K-kou, I’m gonna- fuck!”

He kissed up your neck, biting down here and there and leaving bruises in his wake.

“I know baby, let go for me?”

And who are you to deny him? He sat up straighter, leaving room for the inevitable arch that would become of your spine, watching as you shake while you ride out your high. He watched in awe, as you slumped down onto him, still quivering. He pulled his fingers out of you, patting your clit a few times to get a reaction out of you, before bringing them to his mouth and sucking on them.

“You did so well babe, I’m so proud of you. I love you.” He told you, as he kissed your neck, pulling you into his chest. “I’ll let you rest baby, I want another one out of you, okay?”

MIYA ATSUMU -

“Usual?” Osamu asked as you and your boyfriend entered Onigiri Miya. You smiled and nodded, letting out a quiet ‘yes, please.’ as Osamu led you and Atsumu over to a booth. The two of you sat as he offered you a smile and skuttled off to the counter.

You picked up your phone, responding to your friends group chat messages as Atsumu placed his head on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh, trying to get your attention on him. You put your head on top of his and brought your hand up to stroke his cheek before quickly bringing it back down to your phone. You gasped and muttered under your breath about whatever news your friends had roped you into talking about, and Atsumu thought your reactions were the cutest thing ever.

If anyone passed by and took even the shortest of glances, they could see the hearts in his eyes, and the way he hung on to your every little word.

However, that being said, he had been very busy lately, practising, bothering Osamu, helping Sakusa clean, along with Hinita and Bokuto (only to be yelled at by Omi because they weren’t doing it right) ,etc. You had also been busy, with work, and friends and such, so Atsumu was feeling a bit needy, today being the first day in a while that the both of you had free.

He snaked one of his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest, still pining for your attention, and his other hand attempting to swat you phone out of your hands. You huffed and ignored him for the most part, assuming he was being childish, until he actually hit the device out of your grasp.

“Stop, ‘Tsum, I have to reply to these messages.” You said, not looking at him as you picked it back up.

He looked at you with narrowed eyes, and he had an offended look adorning his face. Then, it was right at that moment that an idea seemed to pop into his head. His mouth went from open wide in offence, to a sly, and sultry smirk.

He kissed up your face, stopping at your temple, and, keeping his lips planted there -still in that his awful smirk that you wanted to slap off of his face- he trailed his hand that was originally slapping at your phone, down your body, and stopped at your core.

He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled your shirt down a little, wriggling his hand into the material. You dropped your phone on the table in a wave of irritation and sent Atsumu a warning look.

“What are you doing?” You asked him in a hushed voice, making sure not to alert any of the customers, or, more importantly, Osamu, of what your boyfriend was doing. He simply smiled, using his pointer finger to move aside your panties, sliding his middle finger into your cunt. You quickly sucked in a breath and turned back to your phone, hoping to emerge yourself back into the conversation so you could keep a hold of your sanity. He took your silence as a challenge, and -without any kind of warning- thrust his ring finger inside you as well.

He started moving them slowly, trying to get a ride out of your. With the hand that was still wrapped firmly around your shoulders, he gripped the back of your head, turning it so he could capture your lips in a heated kiss. The heel of his palm grazed over your clit, making your breath hitch, and allowing him to stick his tongue down your throat.

“Really? In front of my food and my customers?” You and Atsumu broke away from each other, a flush on both of your faces, and from what you could see, you assumed that Osamu had only seen the two of you kissing, and not taken any notice of Atsumu’s arm crossing over your body.

“Shut yer trap, ‘Samu.” Atsumu snapped back and his eyes widened at the sight of the food his brother had just placed in front of you. His fingers stopped moving, and you could practically see the drool falling from his lips as he stared at the food.

“You shut yer instead and eat you damn food. Which, by the way, ya ain’t gettin’ for free.” Osamu retorted back as you shakily picked up your chopsticks.

“T- thank you, ‘Samu. It looks great.” You said, breaking up the sure-to-be argument. Osamu smiled down at you, letting out a loud ‘Yer welcome Y/N’ and hurried off to tend to the kitchen.

“We almost got caught, baby. Ya liked the idea of gettin’ caught though, didn’t ya? Dirty girl.” Atsumu said, in a low, taunting voice, right into your ear. Your eyebrows furrowed and the flush soreaf further across your face as you clenched around his fingers. He started moving them again, as he started talking.

“Once we’re finished here, we’re going to see Koutarou, remember. I want to see if he, or Shouyo, or even Omi-kun, are able to tell that my fingers are fucking your cute little cunt.”

TENDOU SATORI -

When he had invited you around to his dorm the night before the big match, you had assumed that it would be innocent. He had asked if you wanted to watch a movie, and then cuddle while drifting off into a deep slumber in preparation for all the energy he would need the next day.

“I heard Karasuno are getting pretty strong. They managed to defeat Seijoh even with Oikawa. That ain’t an easy thing to do. Are you sad you don’t get to play Oikawa?” You had asked Tendou as you shut his bedroom door and set your bag down on his desk.

“Yeah, Ushiwaka said he met two of ‘em a few weeks ago I think. Said they were pretty irritating. And yeah, I’m kinda bummed I don’t get to play Oikawa, he’s almost as powerful as Wakatoshi, you know, especially with those serves of his.” Tendou told you, slipping his hoodie off and smiling up at you.

You placed your hands on his cheeks and leaned down to peck his lips, and, as if a switch flipped in his brain, he impulsively decided that now was his time to strike. He quickly wrapped his arms around your hips and switched places with you so quick you couldn’t register what was happening until your back hits his sheets. Eyes wide, you looked up at him with a blush quickly spreading around your cheeks.

“I thought you said you wanted to relax today.” You muttered quickly.

His lips stretched into a small smile and he leant down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Don’t you think the best way to relax is with your partener? Besides, I only ever actually said watch a movie.” You gasped as he nipped at your cheek. “Nothing about relaxing, baby.” He whispered in your ear.

With that, you took your hands, still grasping at his cheeks, and slid them a little, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him down to your lips. He groaned into your mouth, and unbuckled his belt, shimmying down his jeans, only for you to notice that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. You keened at that, panting slightly as he took his cock in his fist and tugged on it a few times.

He stood to his feet and pulled the material off of his legs, his legs, and threw them to the floor, grabbing you by the anckles to bring you closer to him, and pulled off your leggings and panties in one fail swoop, and dropping them with his own bottoms. He took ahold of your anckles again, and, with a shit eating grin that scared you a little, pushed your legs down into the mating press. You felt the stretch in your thighs and whimpered at the slight pain, knowing that they would no doubt cramp up when he let you go.

He crawled up your body slightly, and perched his ass on your stomach. His fists fall from your legs, letting your feet rest against his shoulders as one of his hands grips your jaw and the other, his cock. The appendage on your face plies your mouth open, and he leans down to you. You look at him with a questioning stare when he doesn’t do anything, only for his fingers to pull your mouth open wide, lower his head, and let a glob of spit pass by his lips and yours, retracting his fingers from your mouth and pushing it shut.

“Swallow, baby.” He smiled when you did as he said, letting go of you and leaning back up straight. He took your hand and placed it on your cock, started the motion of you jerking him off, then took that hand and placed it on your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. He took his other hand behind him, and felt up and down your slit, thoroughly coating you and his hand in your slick.

He immediately eased two of his fingers inside inside of you and your eyebrows furrowed and your fist halted, only for a moment however, because he squeezed your throat a little harder than before, and shook you slightly.

“Baby, don’t make me remind you again. This is your only warning. If you stop this,” he said, glancing his eyes down to where your hand was connected to his cock, “then I’ll either stop this,” this time, he furiously jerked his fingers inside you, shaking your ass, “or I’ll edge you so fucking much you’ll be crying and the only fucking word you’ll know will be my name. I haven’t decided yet. Okay?”

You started jerking your hand again and he let out a pleased him, easing the pressure on your throat and started vigorously fucking his fingers into your pussy.

“Baby what do you say? I asked you a question, didn’t I? I said okay, now it’s your turn.” He said condescendingly.

“Okay, yes. I understand what you’re saying.” You whimpered out.

“Okay, yessss… who?” He dragged out.

“Okay, yes Satori.”

KUROO TETSUROU -

Red and gold hues snuck their way past the crack in your bedroom curtains as the sun was starting to rise, and, it was at this time that Kuroo thought you were the prettiest, peacefully sleeping next to him with the early morning sun projecting itself onto your face. He cast his eyes up slightly to see what time it was, and groaned when he read that it was only just 7am.

He had no idea why his internal body clock hated him, forcing him to wake early on one of the only days he was able to sleep in with you, but with a flick of his eyes downwards, he thought it wasn’t too bad if he woke early, thanking his lucky stars that you were there with him, and that he got to look at you in your most vulnerable state. His lips stretched into a small smile and his face flushed slightly, and he lout out a tired moan, before curling his body over your back, intertwining your hands and dozing back off to sleep.

He was awoken again a couple of hours later, to your body shuffling in his grasp, trying to stretch the fatigue from your bones. You went to get up, not awake enough to realise that lover had been woken by your antics, only to let out a screech when his arms encircled your waist and he rolled over, bringing you with him. There was a smirk on his face when you turned your head around and blew the hair from your eyes. He let out a chuckle, deep and gruff, and you huffed, letting your head flop down on your arm.

“Morning baby.” He muttered into your neck, making you shudder when you felt his breath flutter across your skin.

“Good morning, Tetsu. Let me up.” You replied, and he shook his head.

“No can do darling. I didn’t hear a please. Plus, I was cuddling with you, and you went and woke me up. How dare you.” You could sense the playful lilt in his voice and you could feel his smile pressed up against the side of your neck. You struggled to pry his hands off of your waist, ultimately giving up and letting him wander his hands over your body, stopping at your ass so he could grab a handful of it.

“Isnt Kenma wanting to do a stream with you at noon today? Baby, it’s 10:30 already, you need to get ready.” You told him as one of his hands picked and pulled at the bottom of your sleep shorts.

“Kenma and his lackey’s can wait, you, baby, are more important.” He replied, pressing a kiss under you ear as his hand started to tug your shorts down. You grasped at his writes and smiled back at him, telling him your next point to the conversation.

“They are not his ‘lackeys’, they are his fans. He’d probably kill you if he heard you call them that. Plus, Kenma’s your best friend, you can’t make him wait for you.” Sighing, he pulled the fabric down your legs and off your body, flinging them across the room and immediately latching his hand to your core.

“Babe, it’s because he’s my best friend, that I can make him wait.” He told you, cupping your cunt, then, sucking a bruise into your jaw, he eased a finger into you, and then a second, and started thrusting them.

“That- that is beside the -ah- point. Tetsurou, you are going to -fuck- hang out with your best friend, and you are going to entertain people.” You tried to keep you voice steady to get your point across, but from the pace that he had set from the get-go, it was proving to be a little difficult.

“Am I not entertaining you right now?” He asked, holding you close with his unoccupied hand.

“Yes, bu-t that’s not the point.” Chuckling, he thrust his fingers a little more rougher, and you let out a gasp.

“Oh really? So what’s the point then?” At this point, you were sure he was only keeping to conversation going so that he could torture you. Even if he had just woken up, he’s always up for teasing you, apparently.

“I don’t fuck-ing know.” You replied meekly. He started gently grinding his hips on your ass as his fingers ravished your cunt. He felt you squeeze on him and he bit yet another mark that you would have to hide for work, and he felt pride swell in his chest at the sight of them. You gripped onto his forearms as you toppled vicariously on the edge of your orgasm. And, with a few, short, viscous thrusts of his fingers, you let out a whine and what could only be described as a pornographic moan.

Your body started convulsing and he pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up infront of your face as you struggled to catch your breath, and patted his fingers, watching all of your slick and arousal run down his hand. You didn’t realise what he had done until he was grabbing at your hair to direct your attention to his face, and he sucked on the appendages that were just inside of you.

Your eyes widened, and you quickly placed your hand over your own mouth, too embarrassed by his actions to think about doing anything else. He turned to you, smiled, and winked.

“I’m gonna text Kenma and see if you can join us today.”