#Deaf Oikawa

[seiwas]

which of your faves has a good singing voice 🎤

[sunarc]

15 with toji!!!!!

A/N: this is very playful please enjoy 🤭

He was so greedy. The look in his eyes were filled with hunger, practically desperate to have a taste of you. His hands were all over your body feeling and touching every part of you, you were sure there was no part he hadn’t seen. 

“Come on I promise it’ll be fine” the smirk on his face was so cute, you hated it. 

“I don't want you to pass out” you whined 

He was begging you to sit on his face, just to let him have a taste. After a long day of working hard all he wanted was to come home to a delicious meal and here you were denying him of his dinner. 

“I promise I wont die, even if I do though, dying between your legs might just be the perfect way to go.”

You slapped his arm playfully “Not funny”

You gave him a pout. The idea of sitting on someone's face always worries you. You couldn’t become a murderer simply because you were horny enough to try something new. 

“Promise not to die? I don't want to end up in jail” you joked as you pushed him down to lay flat on the bed. 

“Death by pussy, it has a ringer to it doesnt it?” 

You laughed attempting to joke away your anxiety of it all. 

His hands massaged your thighs gently pulling you close enough for his tongue to get a taste of your essence. 

“So fucking good” he groaned. 

You hovered over his face moaning as his wet warm tongue glided in between your folds. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest at the feeling of him flicking his tongue faster and faster. 

“Wait- I dont- what if i make a mess” you moaned

“Get messy for me then baby, I don't mind a clean up”

You pulled you down slamming your core on his face messily eating you out. You let out a gasp at the sudden movement. He was hungry, eating you out as if this was to be his last meal. You hadn’t even realized the way your hips were slowly grinding down on his face matching his movements. 

“Shit just- slow down you need to breathe” you cried out

Your whines fell on deaf ears. All that he could focus on was the taste of you, so perfect, so delicious. It was a joke honestly at first but with how amazing you tasted he really could have died between your legs if you would let him. He eagerly licked and sucked at your clit, pleased with the moans coming from you. His arms wrapped around your thighs holding you tight against his face. You wanted him to take a breath but you could bring yourself to pull away from his tongue. He wanted you to lose yourself in his arms. His eyes looked up at you watching the way your jaw hung low shaking from his tongue. He felt a sense of pride knowing that it was him making you feel so good. He couldn't stop, no he wouldn't stop not until he had you crying and shaking with your juices dripping down his chin.

Toji, Yuta, Itadori, Connie, Jean , Sanji, Luffy, Hinata, Oikawa, Matsukawa, Atsumu, Suo, Umemiya

[chimielie]

cw f!reader , iwaizumi’s pectorals , this post was sponsored by Big Adobo

you do it in front of the whole gang.

other people, too, but he never pays attention to anyone but his team at the gym.

mattsun is spotting hajime while oikawa heckles him (hyping him up, he’d say, but the music slamming in hajime’s ears makes the claim unverifiable). makki’s squatting beside him, sweat trickling down his temple, but he manages a smile and, when he rises again and puts down his weights, a wave.

hajime doesn’t notice, eyes trained intensely on the middle distance ahead of him, until you appear in his line of vision.

you look pissed, eyebrows scrunched together and hands on your hips.

he drops his weights. they land heavy, clanging against the catches loud enough that he can hear it even before he rips his earbuds out.

“what’d you say?” he furrows his brow.

“shirt off,” you say, pointing at him and flicking your finger in the air. “thanks.”

around you, his friends react with varying degrees of shock and laughter. you stay stone-faced, staring at him, folding your arms across your chest. you’re wearing a sports bra, like you’d just finished your own workout. sometimes you and he go to the gym together, but team activities are team activities, and oikawa likes to accuse you of trying to edge in on the boy’s team’s secrets, as though your own team isn’t reaching new heights of success under your captaincy. hajime feels his pupils expanding the longer he looks at you.

he complies, quirking a brow as he hooks his fingers in the back of his tank’s collar and yanks it over his head. you nod, looking satisfied, then hold out a hand.

“can i see your instagram real quick?” he bares his teeth in a smile at you, guessing where this is going, even if he’s not sure why. as much as you’ve danced around each other the last three years, neither of you have made a move.

something about the way he feels about you just doesn’t feel… urgent. like he’s just waiting for the universe to throw you together, for the right moment where everything clicks. he’s always wanted to take his time with you.

he guesses this is that moment.

he hands it to you, unlocked. you hand it back.

“your other profile.”

ah. it had started as a progress tracker, just a way to remember his exercises and maybe connect with others who were into that kind of thing. to his surprise, he had accumulated followers quickly.

a lot of followers quickly. oikawa called it his thirst trap account. hajime argued that he was just jealous because his beach volleyball videos hadn’t taken off yet.

he taps into his second profile, sliding open the camera function for you and giving you the phone back.

“good?”

“good,” you say, stepping into his space, over the forgotten bar, and for a second there’s nothing but light shared between the two of you, looking into each other’s eyes with pure fondness. then your lips curl into a coy smile and you put the hand not holding the phone on his chest and squeeze.

his pecs jump in surprise. you take the photo.

“thanks,” you say, letting go of him, but not stepping back. his skin burns where you touched him. he’s sure he’s gone deaf from the ringing in his ears. oikawa could be dead from shock behind him and he wouldn’t know. “my mom said you should come over for dinner later. she’s making adobo. see you then?”

“yeah,” he manages, “but tell her we’re going out for dinner friday. reservation’s at seven.”

“is it?” you eye him appraisingly. he pauses, glancing away from you to hit post on the photo. your phone lights up with a notification.

“it will be,” he promises, and reaches out to catch your chin in his hand, tilting your face back to him. “see you then.”

[cashmakozume]

unspoken

daichi x reader, iwaizumi x reader

543 words (i lied hehe i'm posting it NOW)

iwaizumi's arm around you tightened as the both of you laughed at something oikawa said, something he does out of habit over the months. you leaned into his touch, learning how to find comfort in the small things he does.

you have been dating for six months now, a relationship you took a leap of faith in after a year of finding yourself. the only relationship you had before this was with daichi.

you had always wanted that relationship where your partner was your best friend, and you had that with daichi. the both of you were inseparable, and everyone thought marriage was the path for you. but like they say, good things will come to an end. and that was what happened with you and daichi. there wasn't a big fight or anything, it just ended.

you had different passions, incompatible dreams. and it forced the both of you to mutually end it. of course, it was difficult. you spent five whole years with daichi, learning about each other. those five years intertwined the both of you, and unraveling that took time.

that's when you traveled the world and found yourself again. unlearning habits that weren't yours, navigating through life on your own. you were you, not anyone else.

you first met iwaizumi at the airport. you were still groggy from the red-eye flight you had and you crashed into someone with your trolley. that woke you up instantly, throwing apologies to the victim of your unwarranted trolley pushing. you managed to get the typical meet-cute moment everyone wished they had, at the expense of iwaizumi’s ankles.

"oi makki, that's too big for your mouth." mattsun warned him, his warning falling onto deaf ears as makki still tried to stuff the giant rice roll into his mouth.

you looked up at iwaizumi, thinking that he would look back at you and wink. but he only laughed and pulled you closer.

that's when you realized that it was something you and daichi did.

it was a thing the both of you did whenever someone says anything remotely dirty. you would lock eyes and daichi would give you an inconspicuous wink before the both of you returned to the conversation.

iwaizumi felt your eyes on him and he turned to look at you, before whispering into your ear.

"you okay?" he asked, the smile he had from laughing was still present on his face.

you nodded and leaned against his shoulder, giving him affirmation that you were fine.

you weren't missing daichi. you got over him during the six month mark of your solo journey. you were just missing the language that you built together. the quick eye contact whenever someone does something embarrassing, the shoulder taps whenever things got too cringy, the winking at the mention of a slight innuendo.

that's something you can't change. you are a mosaic of the different people you've met in life, and he was one of them.

but you'll learn all of iwaizumi's habits and temperaments and they'll soon be like second nature to you.

you can never get rid of your past, but that’s okay. with time, you can always build an unspoken language with iwaizumi. something that will solely belong to the both of you.

[sahrii]

sahri my love!!

can i please have a 9 flower posy bouquet of roses with oikawa 💞

congrats on 100 followers !!

stupid decisions!

oikawa tooru x gn!reader

warnings! hurt to comfort, fake dating, oikawa has an ex, confession.

word count! 851 give or take..

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you always made stupid decisions. stupid decisions like submitting assignments a few minutes before it’s due. stupid decisions like agreeing to fake date oikawa tooru to help him get his ex back. stupid decisions like falling in love with the man you’re fake dating to help him get his ex back. stupid decisions like giving in to his requests (because you cannot say no to him) and attending this party with him.

you walk in with him, hand in hand. your hand wrapped around his soft one. his fingers felt good around your own, you thought. tangled and warm against yours.

but then he releases your hand. he pulls his hand away, and it’s like he pulled a piece of you with him as well. you felt weird; almost incomplete.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom, sorry,” he steps away.

“why is your bladder so small? we barely even stepped in” you asked, deadpanning.

“hey! i won’t be long. just stay here, we can have some drinks when im back,” he turned his heels and scurried to where the nearest bathroom is, leaving you all alone.

you took the time to take a look at the place. the music was deafeningly loud, making your ear drums shake. neon lights shone everywhere, slightly hurting your eyes. there were alien faces everywhere. your eyes scanned these faces looking for one familiar face and then you cursed yourself.

there she was. the girl who was behind this whole fake dating thing. the girl who stole oikawa’s heart. the girl who you held his hand for, smiled for, cried over him for.

stupid decisions. stupid decisions chase you everywhere. you grabbed your phone and texted him, then headed towards where your friends were with your heart beating in your throat.

oikawa tooru ended up falling in love with you two months into fake dating you. he asked you out with the excuse of getting his ex back. it was an excuse because he didn’t really want her back. he’d realised that his heart stutters whenever his eyes land on your figure, not hers. he’d realised that he smiles a little more around you, not her. he’d realised that he fell in love with you, not her.

a wave of confusion hit him as his eyes landed on the spot he left you in. the empty spot. he patted his hands dry with the fabric of his pants and looked around, hoping to spot your figure, but to no avail.

his hand dug into his pocket to reach his phone. the pit in his stomach grew when he saw your messages. stupid is what oikawa was. he replied back to your texts.

a minute goes by. two minutes go by. no response. his chest tightened as he started picturing you with another guy, laughing at his jokes like you laughed at his. his heart fumbled in his chest and he opened his phone yet again to send another text, or five other texts.

after a few minutes of eyes aimlessly searching for your figure, he spotted grey hair instead.

“hey,” he rushed to the group, a little breathless. he thought he’d see you, but you were nowhere to be seen.

“oh hey oikawa?” greeted suga, but it came out more like a question.

“did you see y/n?” he asked.

“outside, taking a breather,” replied a noya with food stuffed cheeks.

oikawa’s body was already moving, threading through the crowd and heading toward the doors. the moment his foot stepped outside, cold breeze slapped his face and relief flooded his body. before he knew it, he was breathlessly standing in front of you.

“oikawa?” you turned your head to see him. “what are you—“

“i don’t like her,” he cut you off. his heart was beating. it was beating so loud in his ears, he thought might be deaf for a second.

“what?” you asked, heart skipping a beat.

“i don’t like her. i like you, okay?” he avoided meeting your eyes because he thought that his knees were going to give up on him.

“i’m so confused—what? you don’t like her—your ex—but you like me?” you tried to process what he just said. he liked you, and not her. he liked you.

“yes,” he simply replied. “it’s sudden, i know and—fuck i don’t know why i said that—i just realised you might not feel the same way,” he groaned and put his face in hands. he was stupid.

oikawa tooru was stupid, but it’s okay, you liked him even if he was a bit stupid. it was part of his charm. the charm that gave you a pat on the back and told you to move his hands away from his face. the charm that caused your lips to smack against his and your insides to be inverted. the charm that made you fall in love with him.

his lips tasted of blooming flowers in spring and igniting stars in the dark of the night. stupid decisions. they’re not that bad after all. stupid decisions maybe good decisions sometimes. and this time is ‘sometimes’.

[yanderecrazysie]

Change Part 2 (Yandere Oikawa)

Requested on my Quotev and Wattpad.

Title: Change (Part 2)

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, forced touching/affection

Summary: After returning to the way you’d always been, Oikawa’s become nothing short of a nightmare.

Part 1:  here

Part 2: here

change

/verb/

make (someone or something) different; alter or modify:

It had been only a month since you went back to looking the way you’d always been, sacrificing your makeover to get your happiness back. 

Oikawa made it feel like a lifetime.

He hadn’t accepted your rejection, despite your pleas for him to leave you alone. He had at least abandoned his obsession with being the perfect couple to outsiders, but he had replaced that with a new obsession entirely. One focused completely on you.

Oikawa’s friends didn’t see the appeal in the old you, with your messy hair, glasses, and casual clothing. You could hear the whispers in the hallways about the most popular guy in school dating you of all people.

More than being a blow to your confidence, it made you feel depressed. People made comments about how lucky you were to be with a guy like him. No one seemed to understand the torture he was putting you through every day, simply because you weren’t popular.

Oikawa had become possessive, wrapping an arm around your waist or around your shoulder whenever you were nearby. He sent glares to other guys as though any of them might be interested in you.

It was strange that he hadn’t done such a thing when you were “pretty”. After your makeover, you had tons of guys lining up for you, jealous of Oikawa. But now that you were your mousy self again, he was suddenly obsessed with the idea that someone might try to take you away from him.

He forced affection on you all the time. Whether it was a lingering kiss to your lips or cheek, a crushing hug, or a teasing hand sliding up your thigh, it seemed he always had to be touching you.

A small part of you reminded you that you had always longed for his attention like this. You had had a crush on him for so long you could barely remember a time when you didn’t. Wasn’t this what you wanted? To be accepted as you were by Oikawa Tooru? Weren’t you lucky, like everyone said?

The larger part of you was hesitant- afraid. It was as if he didn’t hear you whenever you resisted or told him “no”. You had lost most of your affection for him when you saw how he only cared about appearances, but even more affection was lost when he refused to accept the break up.

Even now, as he laughed with his friends over some joke, his arm an iron chain around your waist, you were afraid of Oikawa. You curled into yourself, trying to squeeze out of his grasp, but to no avail. He barely paid you any mind, simply pulling you closer until your hips were touching.

You placed your trembling hands onto the lunch table in front of you, feeling the cool wood under your sweaty palms. How could you convince him to stop, when your pleas always fell on deaf ears?

You felt like Oikawa’s pet. Like a mute, helpless animal for him to play with. One that he loved to take on walks and show off to the rest of the world. You felt less than human around him.

“I still don’t get why you go out with her,” one of Oikawa’s friends, a blond girl with a large, loud mouth, complained, “I mean, I’m single and down for anything, you know.”

The girl reached out a hand, fingers lightly ghosting over Oikawa’s free hand. The boy retracted his arm from her grasp, a dark cloud passing over his features. “Don’t you dare insult my precious girlfriend. She’s perfect for me. I want no one but her.”

His face relaxed as he turned his eyes on you, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he brushed some messy strands of hair away from your thick glasses. “She’s perfect,” he repeated, his eyes shining brightly just at the sight of you.

You hated when he touched you in front of his friends like that. You hated how he acted so affectionate and loving when you clearly wanted nothing to do with you.

“What do you see in her?” The girl demanded, pounding her fist on the table like a toddler about to throw a tantrum.

Oikawa turned his gaze back to her, his eyes darkening with anger, no longer wearing that gentle expression. “I advise you to shut your damn mouth.”

The girl gulped a little, shrinking back in her seat, “Fine, fine, whatever you say.” You couldn’t blame her, Oikawa was terrifying when he got angry.

He turned back to you, all sunshine and rainbows once more, “Are you coming to my volleyball practice after class?”

“No,” you said stubbornly, like you always did.

Oikawa laughed and booped your nose with his finger, “My sweetheart likes to joke.”

You were used to this song and dance. It would lead to him confronting you after class and dragging you to his practice, where you’d sit on the bench and blankly watch him and his teammates play volleyball. Just like every day.

Nothing you said mattered, Oikawa would get his way.

If only you were strong enough to fight back

[sat0-get0]

・❥ 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 & 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 - 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 2.1𝙠 (𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮), 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧!𝙞𝙬𝙖 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪), 100% 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡, 𝙨𝙪𝙗!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 & 𝙘𝙪𝙢 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭 & 𝙩𝙤𝙮 𝙪𝙨𝙚 (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚), 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 (𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙫), 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 & 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩), 𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 '𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮' (𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚), 𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙬𝙩𝙫, 𝙡𝙢𝙠 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘤 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘸𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘫𝘪 𝘣𝘤 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰 & 𝘣𝘤 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!! ༄

You and Iwa were the life of the party girl and healthy life style boy duo. You had suggested going to the club with your friends, Oikawa also tagging along but Iwa chose to stay home. He hears knocking on the front door and goes to open it, being met with you and Oikawa's bright smiles.

"She's kinda-" Oikawa starts before you squeal, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's neck. "Drunk? Yeah, I know." Iwa dead pans. He shoos his best friend away before he can suggest something dumb like going to Target at 3 am and locks the door behind him.

"Missed you so much, Haji." you purr, mischievous hands going underneath his shirt and feeling up his abs. Before he can reply, your lips are on his, giggling against his lips at the way he stumbles back. "Baby," he says against your lips but it falls on deaf ears as you continue kissing him. "Babe," he tries again but your hands are too busy trailing down to his pajama pants. Once he feels you beginning to tug them down, he wraps a hand around your neck, pulling away from you with narrowed eyes.

Of course it doesn't give him the reaction he intended to evoke, watching as you lick your lips as you eye him up and down. "Yes, daddy?" you giggle, not being able to keep your eyes off the way his muscles 'peek' through his tank top. "I'm not fucking you." You gasp dramatically at his words, practically feeling your heart crack into a million pieces. "But 'm so wet, Haji." you whine, rubbing your thighs together. "Gonna get you ready for bed so that you don't complain about it in the morning."

You let Iwa grab you by your hand, dragging you into the bathroom. He tells you to jump although it wasn't needed as his sits you on the countertop with ease. He slips off your heels and you can't help the warmth settling in your belly as he kneels to do so. You then watch as he grabs the products he sees you use to remove your makeup, having memorized your entire routine.

He takes your braids out of the half up, half down claw clip hairstyle you did and ties it loosely into a low ponytail and you feel all warm inside at the domesticity of it all. As he wipes off your makeup, you let your gaze linger on his lips, watching the way his tongue peeks out from time to time as he puts all his concentration into this simple task. He's too cute, you can't help but ask, "Can I have a kiss, Haji?" He would usually never deny you but your eyes clouded with lust tells him it'll be more than just a kiss.

"Just a kiss, baby?" You nod, scooting closer to the edge of the countertop. Of course he folds, leaning close so that you can press your lips against his. He tries to move back to continue getting you ready for bed but feels your legs wrapped around him. He doesn't process why he can't move for a second, giving you the opportunity to pull him closer and kiss him more eagerly than before. He groans into your mouth as you tug him closer by his shirt, feeling the way you nip at his lower lip. He pulls away eventually, smiling at the way you pout as you fail to chase his lips.

"Tired." you mumble, looking at Iwa with faux sad eyes. "Brush then bed." he tells you, letting you get off the counter. He places a kiss on your forehead before exiting the bathroom, letting you brush your teeth. Once you're done, you slip off your dress, leaving it on the ground out of laziness before dragging your feet over to your shared bedroom. Your horny feelings have yet to go away and you are determined to do something about it. Not with your abandoned rose toy you only use when Iwa goes on long trips, helping you to an orgasm over the phone.

Right now you need literally any part of his body and just needed some way to convince him. Iwa watches as you walk in, only covered by your bra that you wanted off immediately and the matching black thong you wore for your outing. You've sobered up a bit, reduced to tipsiness which is honestly the state where your horniness peaks. He approaches you, hands settling on your waist before trailing to your back to undo your bra.

You were making Iwa just as horny as you were with the way you were trailing kisses down his neck as he took off your bra but he had to stay strong for your sake. "You gotta drink wate-" you cut him off with a kiss, pushing him back until the backs of his legs hit the bed. His arms move behind him to catch his fall as you push him back, straddling him. "'m still horny." you pout, leaning down to kiss his awaiting lips.

He has to think quickly because knowing you, you'll find a way to be bouncing on his dick in the next 5 seconds. "Okay, baby, I have a proposal." You sit up on top of him, keeping your hands on his abs. Once he's sure you're listening, he speaks again. "I'll make you cum- wait!" he exclaims as you reach down his pants. "With my tongue. Then you go to sleep. Or, you don't get to cum at all and still have to go to sleep." You pout at the idea of not being filled up but it seems you'll have to settle.

"Want your tongue." you decide and in an instant he's flipping you around, spreading your legs as you lay on the bed. He watches your tits as your chest rises as you breathe before sliding your panties down, a string of your arousal connecting the fabric to your pussy. He throws it to the side, his arms going underneath your legs and wrapping around them before suddenly bringing you forward.

He grips the flesh of your thighs, nipping at your brown skin. You whine quietly, bucking your hips up as your impatience grows until you feel his tongue on you. You mewl as he licks a long stripe from your quivering hole to your swollen clit. He wraps his lips around the pearl, giving it a harsh suck and causing your back to arch up from the bed. "Haji!" you moan out, hands flying to his dark hair. You don't know if you're pushing him away or pulling him in but either way, the pleasure was too much.

"Sorry, baby, just teasing." he chuckles against you to which you shudder at. He licks your clit with a steady pace, reaching an arm up to grab at your tit and pinch your nipple. You hold onto his arm, whimpering softly as he occasionally lightly sucks on your pearl that twitches with pleasure. You're dripping at this point and he can't let it go to waste, lapping up all of your slick and groaning at the feeling of your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he coos, using his other hand as he prods at your quivering hole. He's looking up at you as you nod, watching the way your head falls back against the mattress as he plunges 2 fingers into your cunt. He's trying not to let this moment get the best of him, his dick already aching in his boxers, but he made a promise and is adamant on keeping it. "Play with your tits, mama." he tells you, his fingers leaving your nipple to reach down to his own pants. You move your hands to your own tits, pinching and tweakin at your brown nipples the way Iwa would. He groans lowly into your cunt as he licks your clit once more, freeing his cock from it's confines and pumping it at the same pace he pumps his fingers inside you.

The pleasure he's giving himself shows in the way he eats your pussy, his fingers curving right into that spot you love so much. He gives you another harsh suck and you squeal at the pleasure, your thighs trapping him. He nips at your right inner thigh and you mumble out a cute 'sorry, haji', not realizing the way it made his cock weep precum. The only reason he made you spread your legs again was because he'd have to be able to breathe in order to continue licking your cute pussy.

Your thighs tremble as he fucks you on his fingers, thumbing at the head of his cock and using his pre as lubricant to stroke himself even faster. He feels like he's back in high school with how close he is already from his own hand and it's all due to the goddess he has above him. His mouth parts from your cunt as he lifts his head, looking at the way you play with your pretty tits as you moan. Your eyes open as you catch him staring at you with adoration and you feel a sense of need build up inside you again.

"Please kiss me, Haji." you whimper, beckoning him over with your hands. In just a moment, he's hovering over you, his fingers still pistoning in and out of your dripping pussy as he leans down to capture your lips with his. You groan deep in your chest as you taste yourself on his tongue, suckling on the pink muscle. He pulls away to latch his warm mouth on your hardened nipple, sucking so much into his mouth that you can't even see your areola.

You tug at his hair as you feel teeth on your nipple, whimpering his name. He gives your nipple one last suck before moving back to your lips as he fucks his fingers into you faster. You can't even kiss back anymore, reduced to moaning against his lips as he takes control over the kiss. His hand is still on his dick, stroking it hard with a tight fist, imagining your tight cunt being the one wrapped around it. It's not hard with the wet sensation around his fingers, your arousal only soaking his digits and making them prune.

"You coming, mama?" he asks against your lips and you nod, eyes shut tightly as your mouth opens in a silent cry. Iwa kisses the side of your mouth as he talks you through your orgasm. "Cum on my fingers, baby, that's it. Y'look so pretty when you're fucking coming." he begins to babble as he begins to reach his own orgasm. "Fuck, where do you want my cum?" he asks you, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he holds back from coming all over the sheets.

"My mouth, daddy." you breathe out, out of breath from your orgasm. He moves to sit up against the headboard of your bed, letting you crawl towards him. As soon as he feels your mouth on his tip, he's bucking his hips up, chasing after his orgasm once more. "You're gonna take it so good, right baby?" he moans out and you can barely nod as his dick hits the back of your throat. "Gonna cum, mama. Gonna cum down that fucking throat." he groans as he grips the sheets below him, fucking your throat. Your eyes widen as he shoots his cum into your mouth, thrusting up slowly now as he feels each spurt come out of his cock. "Swallow my cum, baby. Don't be messy." he tells you as he thrusts into your mouth. "So pretty when you suck my dick." he sighs, letting you off his cock after you've swallowed his cum.

You both share a moment of silence as you catch your breath. You lay down beside Iwa and hug his muscular forearm to your chest. He wants to shut his eyes right beside you but has to clean up the sticky mess on your bodies. He let's you sleep anyway, replacing his arm with a comforter momentarily as he settles for using the baby wipes on your night stand. He wipes between your thighs before placing a kiss on your pussy, laughing at the way your legs shut instantly. He then grabs your silk scarf from underneath a pillow, lifting your head up for .5 seconds as he wraps it around your head, protecting your hairstyle. You'll just have to sleep completely naked tonight, being covered by nothing but Iwa's limbs and a heated blanket.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

[starjaeyun]

PINK !

— hanamaki dyes his hair pink when he finds out that it's your favorite color

includes! hanamaki takahiro x fem! reader

warnings! profanity, the seijoh 4 are in their 1st year in this

note! i'm not too sure whether or not pink-brown is hanamaki's natural hair color but i came up with this little delusion and i invite all of u to join me in it 😘😻❤ and i definitely did not write this because i am obsessed w/ pink hehehehehe 🥰

friday

hanamaki hates the color pink. and the whole volleyball club was well aware of this, especially his fellow 1st years. he made sure to remind them how much he hates that color whenever they told him that he would look good in it.

"makki! are you still considering to dye your hair? there's a new salon that just opened up recently! we should check it out, i read great reviews about it online!" now that oikawa brought it up he remembers that he was yet to pick a color to dye his hair into

"yeah, i am. though i'm not sure about the color yet" he explains, "and no i will not dye it pink" he adds upon seeing the similar expression the other three had

"i don't blame you for not wanting to dye it pink" iwaizumi starts, "i heard pink is a hard color to look good in"

oikawa raised his brow, "and where did you hear that? knowing you, you're not the type to look such things up"

"y/n told me about it"

of course, they were also well aware of hanamaki's huge crush on iwaizumi's classmate, whom he met on their first day of volleyball practice when she gave iwaizumi his water bottle that he left in their classroom

"nice try, not gonna work this time" hanamaki flashed him a sarcastic smile and continued munching on his onigiri

"i'm not kidding though. that woman is obsessed with pink even i'm starting to think her blood is pink and glittery"

monday

hanamaki makes his way to the gym, still sleepy and not fully awake for morning practice. he hears a group of people, obviously the rest of seijoh, talking so loudly inside. he yawns, "why do they sound more energetic than usual?"

and it was like he was showered with ice cold water when he opened the doors. because what the fuck were you doing there? and happily chatting with the coaches?!

"YOU DYED YOUR HAIR WITHOUT ME?!" oikawa's loud and annoying— as described by iwaizumi, matsukawa and hanamaki— voice echos through the gym

matsukawa and iwaizumi bursts out laughing, "and don't you hate pink?" oikawa, who was now pouting, adds

at his words, you let out an offensive gasp, "hanamaki hates pink?!" now you were starting to walk towards him along with the other first years, "but why?! pink suits you! i told iwa-chan many times that pink would suit you!"

hanamaki doesn't know where all his nervousness went but he was thankful that it decided to leave, "ah...i don't really hate it, i think it's alright"

the trio looks at him with a raised brow, "you told us last friday that you hate—" hanamaki coughs to interrupt matsukawa's sentence and as if luck was on his side, coach mizoguchi called for you to come over the benches

"what's she doing here?" he asked as he watched your retreating figure, "she applied for as our manager" iwaizumi explains while still giving hanamaki a judging look

"could you guys quit looking at me like that?!"

hanamaki hates the color pink

"we've been convincing you to dye your hair pink for more than a month and one mention of y/n-chan loving pink was all it took for you to actually dye it pink?!" oikawa's complains fell on deaf ears as they walked to their teammates

hanamaki hates the color pink. but if he had to dump pink paint all over himself for you to notice him, he would gladly do so

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[keijisprettygirl]

➺ Haikyuu boys as — “shit my friends have said.”

cw: profanity, suggestive!

Yamaguchi: hey you hungry? i’ve got chicken—

Tsukishima: fuck chicken, give me death!

• • •

Atsumu: if a girl pulled out a banana during sex i’d kill her.

Kita: my god, why?

• • •

Tendou: i’d do me every night cos i’m lonely. pull game wack. no bitches.

• • • ︎

Sugawara: if someone asked you to eat their ass would you?

Daichi: no?? can you keep your voice down—

Sugawara: why not?

Daichi: oh my god shut up, we’re at a hospital.

• • •

Nishinoya: bro like, Tanaka is pregnant with my child for real.

Tanaka: for real bro, dap me up.

• • •

Hinata: heh heh, i look like a virgin— wait i am a virgin.

• • •

Atsumu: guys is this billie eilish?? *accidentally shows a picture of a donkey *

Suna: ….. yes.

• • •

Kageyama: oh my fucking god, you dumb ass ginger

• • •

Bokuto: if humans didnt exist what animal would you smash?

Akaashi, doing his college assessments: …. excuse me?

• • •

Yaku: i cannot stand any of you bitches anymore, im gonna go drown myself in bleach, ciao.

• • •

Kenma, talking about Lev: “I wouldn’t want his brain tbh would be like trying to push an elephant into a straw”

• • •

Yachi: he’s waiting on all the juicy gossip and yes i am a lesbian

• • •

Kuroo: deadass

Bokuto: oh thankyou :3

Kuroo: i said deadass, not dat ass??

• • •

Makki: i absolutely hate raspberry vodka. that shit felt like my asshole was cracking.

Iwaizumi: your asshole is what?

Mattsun: cracka

Oikawa: cracka lacka

• • •

Lev: i snatched her wig cos i was curious if it was real or not.

• • •

Sakusa: when was the last time you fucking showered? a sewer rat is cleaner than you.

• • •

Kunimi: life is sucks

Watari: …

Kunimi: sucks is life … sucks life is—

Watari: yes, i get it.

• • •

*Lev asking the team a would you rather question*

Kenma, talking over him: would you guys rather be deaf or listen to this moron ask would you rather questions?

[getosgojo]

say those words like there’s nothing else (iwaoi, 2.8k words)

Because even though his best friend hadn’t said anything resembling the words Tooru poured his entire soul into writing in that confession letter he planned to give, Hajime didn’t have to.

That night, his spiker, Aoba Johsai’s faultless ace, the boy Tooru would know deaf and blind, bared his heart in the best way he knew how.

And Tooru, who followed him into the world and had been by his side ever since, understood.

Iwaizumi sometimes isn’t the best with words and romantic feelings. Oikawa doesn’t mind.

[anisespice]

It’s always been known as the Dragon’s Keep.

A stone-walled prison guarded by a ferocious, fire-breathing monster with an insatiable appetite for death and destruction, a keeper of all things valuable. Stories were spread far and wide about the greedy creatures, terrorizing lands and snatching princesses right from their homes. In the keep, she will remain trapped in the highest room of its tallest tower, no means of escape for she was now a part of the never-ending collection.

That is until the arrival of her prince, her knight in shining armor, who’d slay the beast with a courageous thrust of his mighty sword, piercing through its heart in exchange for another. She’d be rescued from an eternity of loneliness, riding off into the sunset with her true love—A happily ever after. The End.

Fairytales. Propaganda, more like.

Even when he was just a wee hatchling, IWAIZUMI knew better than to believe the falsities spread by ignorant non-magicals. No matter if they raised their pitch forks and torches till their arms grew numb, he was taught to wear his scales with pride. Dragons weren’t ferocious or greedy, they never stole nor snatched neither gem or damsel.

They were protectors.

Gentle beasts who roamed Mother Earth to bask in her warmth and enjoy the fruits of her labor. Villagers would sought out their caves for refuge against harsh winters as guests, not as hostages. Princess’s fled unwanted betrothals to hide in their tallest tower by their own free will, not stripped from their beds in the dead of night to be doomed to eternal loneliness.

Iwa wasn’t certain how the rumors began, or why. He didn’t care—Their opinions meant little to nothing to the dragon shifter. One thing was for certain, “They’re a sickness. Nothing short of a plague on our kind, and by allowing them to live it would only mean our demise.”

But, his sentiment fell upon deaf ears. Oikawa hummed absentmindedly, too busy messing with his hair using a gold-encrusted spoon as a mirror. No matter if the reptile preached until he was blue in the face, his commander wouldn’t yield even if he were paying attention. The brunette’s tail flicked in annoyance, the strong appendage whipped around to whack the fellow shifter in the back of his head.

“Oucha!” Oikawa cried out, spoon dropping on the table with a loud clatter as he used both hands to rub away the pain in his now throbbing skull. “What was that for?!”

“Have you not heard a single goddamn word I’ve said?!” Iwa bellowed, making the other wince at the volume with his developing headache.

“Can’t really hear much of anything with a concussion, y’know…”

“The younglings returned from scouting, they’ve reported human activity near one of our northern territories. We’re not certain what they’re up to, but it can’t be anything good.”

He practically shoved the scroll into Oikawa’s chest. He grunts at the force, shoots his second-in-command a half-hearted glare before taking a glance at the report. Skimming through it he pursed his lips before looking back at Iwa, wearing an expression that didn’t take long to piss the other shifter off.

Iwa glared. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“What?”

“Just this...this teenie, tiny little thing, no big deal, just couldn’t help but notice-”

“Spit it out, Shitty-kawa.”

Oikawa flipped the scroll around, pointing at a particular section of the report. “[_____]’s been crossed out. Pretty sure she’s a human. Which, according to your logic, would make her dangerous. Right?”

Iwa attempted to remain neutral, but the slight flick in his tail was enough answer for the commander’s suspicions. Not to mention, the pink hue now dusting across his cheeks. “She is the only exception.”

“Uh huh. Seriously, dude, you gotta drop this radical agenda of yours because I’m certain trying to wipe out her whole species would be considered a huge turn off.”

“Shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about. She understands my goal, we even share the same opinions.”

“Really? Such as?”

“We both agree that humans are selfish creatures fueled by fear and greed. They despise anything they don’t understand, and destroy what they can’t control. That is why they’ve painted us to be the monsters in their stories—Makes their evil deeds feel justified.”

Oikawa nodded, unconvinced. “Fascinating. What else?”

Iwa huffed, arms crossed. “We also agree that without human interference, we’d be able to restore balance in nature. Migrations would go undisturbed, vegetation would thrive due to the forests no longer being stripped of its resources—We would have a fresh start.”

“Mhm. And, does she also share your sentiments on genocide, or were you planning on shoehorning in that part of your goal to her?”

There’s a brief silence. Both dragons merely stared at one another.

“Tsk.” Was Iwa’s only response.

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[asena-graywolf]

Masterlist

Bold: NSFW

All them just fem! reader

Hinata Shoyo

Don't Judge Him

Welcome to Home

Phone Call

First Time (Virgin Reader!)

Nostalgia Concert

Know Your Place (Tomboy Boxer Reader!)

Lost Him

Kenma Kozume

Hangover

Full Time Cleaner || Part 1 || Part 2

Just a Five Minutes

Sleepless

Insomnia

Liar (Intersex reader!) || Part 1 || Part 2

Tsukishima Kei

I Love Make You Angry

Do You Think Could You Watch The Movie?

I'm Scared Without You

Lev Haiba

Ya Tebya Lyublyu

Three Virgin [Ft. Yaku Morisuke]

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Weekend Picnic

Movie Night

Am I Nothing?

After Match

Food,Shooping and You

Kuroo Tetsuro

I’m Sorry

My Horny Pervert || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Somnophilia

Be Up All Night At Door

Contract a Serious Disease

Unfaithful (Deaf reader!) ⬇️⬇️

|| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

Oikawa Tooru

Misunderstood

You’re My Slave Now || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Atsumu Miya

Birthday Surprise

I’m Always With You [Brotherly Love]

Aone Takanobu

Considerate Boyfriend

Kittens

Comatose

My Last Thing I’d Like

Babysitting

Lost T-Shirt

Hero Who I Can’t See (Blind Reader!)

Happy Family Life

Kenji Futakuchi

Are You Cross With Me?

Tooth Extraction

Shower Together

Lollipop Boy

Constrained Betray || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Yuu Nishinoya

Sex Sessions || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Bad Weekend

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Peacefully Morning

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The list will be updated as new posts are posted. I hope you enjoy!

Please don’t forget like,reblog or comment 💕

[flyingwargle]

my favorite drabble from each month i wrote this year!

march: adriah and hinata this was my first drabble on the blog after my hiatus and i was surprised by the reception and love for adriah. i hope to write more for him in the future!

april: natsu and hinata i wrote this as an ode to natsu, and to explore the crossroads that we often face that can lead to two completely different futures. we really need to see more of these siblings together!

may: sakuatsu nail care this kicked off the domestic fluff and shit series. i remember seeing fanart of atsumu, oikawa, and kageyama doing their nails (separately) and it just makes sense for atsumu to care for sakusa's nails, as well.

june: battle at the trash heap release drabble i wrote this a day before we went to watch the movie. i just love how everyone is still connected with each other despite the passage of time, just like how we, as fans, continue to be tethered to hq for as long as we'll live.

july: atsumu taking care of sakusa hypermobile sakusa is my beloved, and so is supportive partner atsumu. there really are geese in japan, too! i had to fact check myself when i wrote it but it's legit.

august: bokuto and sakusa childhood friends agenda i saw fanart of this and knew i had to write something for it!! the idea is so endearing and i have an idea for it that i hope to write later!

september: something's on keiji's mind this was inspired by my own habits because i get struck with ideas and realizations often at the dinner table or in the shower. bokuto will definitely notice when akaashi does this.

october: miya twins' telepathy out of all the drabbles i wrote in october, twin telepathy is probably my favorite. i have an idea for a non-angsty version of it that i'll write at some point, just to show that it doesn't always have to be sad!

november: sakuatsu week day 5: college deaf atsumu was inspired by art and i ran with it, all the way to sakuatsu week. i definitely think sakusa is someone who'd learn jsl to communicate with him, and atsumu being overwhelmed that he'd do that because learning a new language is not easy.

december: sakusa signing all i want for christmas is you similar to above, as this features deaf atsumu. it initially started as a joke but as i wrote, i realized, yeah, atsumu wouldn't think of it as comedic, especially if it's sakusa.

[kookie-doughs]

Your Voice

Oikawa Tooru X Reader

-In a world where only a few people has a soulmate, and they are burdened with a disability until they meet their other half.

Chapter 19: Comforting Presence

Italic signed, Bold written

The entire team were in cahoots. No one found out about Oikawa's incident. Not the coach, no students, not even you.

They figured, if the coach finds out it'll be trouble for him. And volleyball was the only thing keeping him together.

His entire personality had changed. His flirty side, his friendliness, even stupidity. All gone. He was practically a robot.

He's stopped going to Iwaizumi's to walk to school with you, all he does is go to school and practice.

You of course began noticing it.

None of the boys seemed to care which surprises you. But then again you didn't know what happened.

You'd occasionally see the 3rd years try to cheer him up but he'd brush them away.

You were beginning to miss him and his antics.

It hurt your heart looking at him. He looked broken and unkempt.

It hurts you so much seeing the man you like like this.

You haven't talked to him since valentine. He was drifting from you.

Right now you were in class, trying to figure out how to approach him. How would you talk to him? What would you say?

Hey, you've been highkey ghosting me since valentines did something happen?

It was stupid. Planning this is stupid. But you don't know whay to do.

With the 3rd years the three boys have been trying to figure out how to help the boy. They thought finding his soulmate would be easy but they were dead wrong.

There are over 150 students part of the soulmate program excluding lost of taste. And so far they've only ruled out 21 girls and 10 boys before giving up.

Really the boys should do their research. They assume since he's talked around the deaf and they don't hear him, they can't be the soulmate.

The relief on Iwaizumi's side when he found that out, lmao

Oikawa had been much more of a romantic as people took. He was saving himself for his true love. Playfully flirting here and there but never really pulled through anything. Many tried none succeeded. He's had temporary flirting flings but that's it.

Today he's come to a realization though. Since he wasn't ever going to find her. Who is he saving himself for?

While the other boys were distracted he left them and went ahead.

Your classes was done. You went to the gym to get ready for the practice coming up. You wanted to watch the warm ups, instead of refilling bottles.

When you got to the gym you saw the locker room door close. Assuming it was the boys, you ran and knocked.

After a few seconds you opened the door. There you saw an unfamiliar girl being pinned by Oikawa.

Your heart ached. You lips quivering, you wanted to say something.

They weren't doing something. Yet...

Neither took notice at you, the smirk on the girl's face was proud as Oikawa's face inched closer.

Tears were forming, you didn't want to see this. And the thought of knowing this happening hurt.

"Oikawa..." You called out. You coughed.

The man froze and the girl finally took looked. She looked at your trembling state. You were on the verge of crying, as if you were cheated on.

Oikawa turned to you. When he saw you he got a hold of himself. What was he doing? He bit his lower lip.

He punched the locker behind the girl and walked away towards one of the bathroom stall.

The girl looked at him and you. Her mouth agape, "This is all your fault!" She screamed at you.

"If it weren't for your meddling desperate for attention, ugly face, I WOULD'VE BEEN OIKAWA'S GIRLFRIEND!"

Oikawa must've shouted because the girl flinched. She glared at you then ran away.

You went to the bathroom stalls, knocked at the doors looking for him. When one of the doors got a knock back.

You took out a paper.

"Can I come in?"

After a while, he opened the door.

You saw him soaked in his uniform. The water was running and he sat curled up under it.

You didn't think twice getting wet. You went beside him and gave him a hug.

By the occasional trembling you could tell he was crying.

You were both soaked and he rested his head against you.

You ran your fingers through his hair. Looking at his state had your heart broken.

That was until he looked at you. Your face inches apart, you both stared at each other in disbelief with the proximity.

If you weren't deaf you'd probably hear his head beating. He did yours.

Your face both flushed. And his hand snaked to the back of your head.

A minute ago he was about to kiss another now he wants you?

You both got closer, your heart and stomach doing flips. I was really about to happen...

Or was it.

He suddenly pushed you away and looked at the other side of the door face redder than as he was about to kiss you.

"I- I'm here!" He yelled.

Someone came in and you flushed.

He looked at you and cleared his throat.

"I'll let you know when theyre out."

You looked away from him and nodded.

Why did they come at that time...

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[cerisesakurainspring]

Iwaizumi's Route #deux

Tooru smiled sincerely. "Iwa-chan's completely smitten with you. There's no way he will let this moment pass."

He grabbed her hand and walked her to the exit. "Now go. I'll come after you; I just need to change, okay?"

"Promise?"

The captain nodded, excitement and anticipation dancing in his stomach.

His genius plan of making Hajime jealous might just coax the ace into finally confessing.

Tooru gave himself a visual pat on the back, not considering the possibility of his so-called, well thought out plan to backfire.

With a deep breath, Celeste turned around and ran after the man her heart was beating for.

She searched the school, but Hajime was no longer in sight, so she took out her phone to dial his line. The call went unanswered, but she kept calling while looking around frantically.

Once out of the campus, she saw a fading figure walk by the river bank towards the train station.

The olive-eyed ace was deaf to her calling, too lost in his thoughts.

"If only I didn't introduce you." He whispered to himself.

"Wait up, Ha-chi!!" She huffed, pausing to catch her breath. She has never run so fast in her life.

The raven-haired lad ceased walking momentarily and stared at her hands clutching the sleeves of her jacket. The memory of her doing the same to Tooru made his heart ache again, and he continued to walk, his lips in a thin line.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Celeste stood up straight, frustration building in her. She watched as the wing spiker walked further and further away from her.

After a moment, Celeste screamed as she slipped down the hill. Hajime snapped his head back, his eyes widening when he saw her body crouched flat at the bottom of the river bank.

He slid down and rushed to her side, panic coursing through his veins.

"Are you okay?!" He knelt beside her and checked throughout her body for an injury. "Ce-chi, talk to me!"

The blue-eyed girl uncontrollably shook in his arms. "It's okay. You'll be okay. Tell me where you're hurting." He comforted.

No longer able to control herself, the muted giggles turned into hysterical fits.

Hajime sat in shock, unable to comprehend the scene before him.

"I got you!" She said in between laughter.

The wing spiker wasn't the least bit amused because his frown deepened. "You could have hurt yourself severely." His tone was full of worry.

"You wouldn't talk to me, so I had to do something."

"So you jump off the hill to get my attention? That's not very sane."

Celeste wiped the tears of amusement from her eyes and looked up at him with an irresistible smile. "Are you going to talk to me now?"

The olive-eyed lad closed his eyes and groaned. He seems to be sighing a lot more lately than usual.

"Let's dance."

"What?" Hajime opened his eyes, confusion apparent in them. Celeste got up and offered her hand, which the man ignored and got up on his own.

The girl pouted but grabbed his arms to ready them into a waltz position. The sudden touch sent a swirl of tickles in his heart, and warmth spread throughout his body.

He tried to smother the flames of desire raging within him, but the stubborn ember refused to be extinguished.

The soft look in her eyes and her sincere smile tempted him with honeyed visions of what could become of them.

He slowly inched his face closer, testing the waters. Instead of stepping away, Celeste looked down at his lips.

The temptation grew tenfold, and with a longing whisper, Hajime asked what he had been craving to do. "Can I kiss you?"

The ballerina's pupils dilated in response, and she found herself tip-toeing closer to his face.

He wasn't sure where his courage was coming from, but he closed the distance eagerly.

A euphoric feeling rushed in his veins, setting his heart on fire. It blazed away and kept himself warm despite the winter breeze.

The world around them blurred, even the nearby train passing by sounded distant. It was as if the rest of the world perished, and it was just the two of them and their hearts beating as one.

Their lips parted to catch a breath, and Hajime leaned his forehead with hers.

"Wow," he whispered giddily.

Celeste smiled and then giggled at his remark.

Suddenly, the memory of her giggling at Tooru sent a jolt down his spine, and he moved away as if he were electrocuted.

"Ha-chi?" The girl asked in concern.

The olive-eyed man stepped back slowly, his eyes fighting a battle of conflicted emotions. Not knowing what to make of it, he grabbed his school bag on the snowy ground and ran uphill.

"Ha-chi, stop." Celeste's voice trembled, and she bit her lip, tears threatening to spill.

Just when she was braving her heart to steel, just when she was ready to commit, the person she was fascinated with ran away.

She thought he loved her. Did she misunderstand his subtle reactions?

Hajime's heart pounded hard in his chest; her lips' taste still lingered.

Just what the hell am I doing? He mused to himself. He just shared a passionate kiss with the woman he loved, and he ran away?

If she liked Tooru, she wouldn't dare kiss you back, you idiot of a coward man. The lone voice in his head continued to pound at him.

With a steadying breath, he resolved himself to confess. You can do it, he encouraged himself and ran back towards her.

His heart beat in anticipation, and a slight smile crossed his lips. The smile ceased not long after because his eyes met with a scene that broke his heart into fragmented pieces.

A feeling he would never, not in any million years or timeline, want to feel again.

By the river bank, where she left Celeste, where they kissed, now stands Tooru hugging the woman he loves dearly.

Knots formed in the pit of his stomach, and the unforgiving hands of despair gripped his throat with a suffocating hold, rooting him to the spot.

The knife of what he felt was betrayal twisted deep into his broken heart and wounded his dejected soul.

Hajime wanted to look away in an attempt to shield himself from the pain, but his blurry eyes struggled to stay afloat as the harsh waves of rage threatened to drown him in madness.

Memories flooded his mind. The laughter, the secrets shared, and the sweet and bitter moments played in his head like a trailer in a movie. Until it focused on the events of the previous days.

Were his best friend's joking attempts actual? Does Tooru really have feelings for her?

Their friendship meant the world to him. Since they were young, they had always been there for each other, silently protecting no matter what came their way.

They were connected as if their souls were made from the same stars.

He knew that their friendship was a precious gift, a treasure worth more than gold.

He realized, ambivalently, that he was willing to protect it no matter the cost, even if it meant sacrificing his own happiness in the process.

A bittersweet smile played on his lips as he looked at his best friends—a smile tinged with sadness, envy, and despair.

With a desolate heart, he pushed aside his desires, burying them deep within the recesses of his soul. With a silent prayer for the gods he didn't believe in, he took a despondent sigh.

"Please let me get through this, even if it's one heartbroken beat at a time."

[mymanymerrymuses]

I showed my mum pictures of every muse on my blog and got some HILARIOUS descriptions of who they are as people, so now I am sharing this.

Please enjoy. I did.

Okay here's my blog promo picture, which is what I used to show her all the muses. I'm going to go row by row and tell you how she described each character (some were in pairs, I'll say when that happened)

First, Asahi: "Almost like Clark Kent. A geek sat in his office and then he goes and does something amazing." 8/10. He's not superman but he is surprisingly good when he steps onto the court.

Norman: "Wants to be a private eye." 5/10 not quite accurate, but I could see it.

Gemima, who got paired up with Conny: "They're just annoying. Just look at them, you know they're annoying." 1/10 it was funny, but they're very sweet little girls.

Bruce: "Thinks he's gorgeous." 0/10 ma'am you do not know the self-hatred this man possesses.

Kili hilariously got paired with Fili, and my mother said they both look like they're thinking: "Where the fuck did I park my horse?" 25/10. She has never seen the hobbit and I laughed SO HARD because she knew if anyone was going to lose a horse it was those two idiots.

Jedediah was missed because she recognised him and wouldn't have had to guess his character.

Oikawa: "Boring." 2/10 it's funny because he'd be so insulted, but he's far too dramatic to ever be boring.

Ray: "Angry." 10/10 perfectly accurate.

Emma: "A trendsetter." 7/10 Technically she did inspire an entire crazy escape plan, so I'll take it.

Camilo: "The annoying friend who sings everything." 5/10 accurate, but I deducted points because despite loving Encanto and having watched it multiple times, my mum did not recognise Camilo and thought he was a girl XD

Pietro: "Super fast. If he ran it would be fast. If he rode a horse it would be fast. He'd want to be moving fast." 8/10 I think the icon gave her too big a clue (though she said she didn't realise he was running and thought his hand was up because his wrist was broken), but I would LOVE to see Pietro's superspeed transfer to a horse.

Ori: "He has a speech impediment and is a bit slow." 0/10 more of an unfair judgement than my mother usually gives people, and not accurate at all. Ori is very smart and I love him.

Revali: "Bit of a mean bastard." 10/10 perfect yes he is.

Yamaguchi: "Looks shocked at the world." 9/10 he is, in fact, intimidated by most of the world, so I'll accept that as a correct answer.

Kagari: "Wants to be in a boyband." 8/10 not correct but given that my depiction of Kagari is deaf, I did laugh quite hard at the irony.

Don: "Know-it-all. Thinks he knows everyone's secrets and he doesn't." 3/10 Don does like to think he knows more than he does, but he definitely doesn't think he's really super smart and knows everything about everyone.

Bilbo she vaguely recognised (enough to know he was a Hobbit) but had nothing to say about him.

Thaumas: "Physically strong." 6/10 his whole character is he's too pretty and wants to be left alone because too many people are into him, but there's nothing to say he isn't also physically strong.

Viktor: "What happened to it's eyes?" 9/10 I have no words.

Tsukishima: "He has a 'fuck off' expression." 10/10 yes he does.

Hawthorn and Attalea she had nothing to say for because she 'wasn't sure what was happening'.

Damien: "That's Billy Bullshit. He's two-faced." 3/10 technically he keeps the two sides of himself very separate, but he's not mean or bitchy and he's learning to embrace every part of himself and I love him for that.

Piers: "Scary." 6/10 he's a sweetheart but many young pokemon trainers would agree with my mum XD

Miguel: "Geeky gay Jesus." 10/10 not accurate but sheer perfect anyway.

Nori: "He's a wannabe wizard." 9/10 not AT ALL but I loved that anyway.

Tyler: "He wants to be a personal trainer but he can't." 4/10 it was funny but he dresses that way because he's gay and also we have watched Turning Red more than once so again, I don't know how she didn't recognise him at all.

Kenma: "A sulky teenager." 9/10 yep. Yep he is XD

Lucien: "He looks gay." 9/10 he would be very happy to know that he is not being mistaken for a heterosexual being

Jack got missed because, like Jedediah, she knew who he was.

Ryan: "He thinks he's the strongest but he cries if he can't find the red skittles." 10/10 I have NO IDEA why she went for skittles but she's completely right.

Takuto: "Tarty, because she reminds me of somebody." 6/10 well yes, Takuto could be described as a tart, but is not a she, and now I want to know who he reminds her of XD