#Hajime: I don’t even know how I got here what the fuck is happening

[scrivenger-grimgar]

BNHA x DGR because I’m mentally ill ✨

Izuku would be the ultimate analyst and he’s like 11 when he’s scouted and accepted into HPA’s class 77 (SDR:2), but he still desperately wants to be a hero so he’ll constantly seek out Akane and Nekomaru and be like “teach me to fight” and they’re like “holy SHIT he’s terrifying let’s do it” so they become friends, and later he approaches Peko and is like “fight me” and Peko finds this both deeply unsettling and also accepts that the request immediately. Fuyuhiko is very happy that she’s making friends!

They become the Fight Club and it’s essentially an underground fighting ring except above ground and you aren’t allowed to kill or maim people (psychological warfare is very much allowed however).

In that first year Chiaki befriends Hajime, and Hajime is forcefully befriended by Izuku and the two drag him into class 77 until they collectively see him as a friend (barring Nagito). But Hajime is going thru it and thinks that they don’t think he’s a friend, and this ultimately leads to him considering the Hope Cultivation Program. He gets kidnapped by his career councillor near the end of the year and is officially expelled from HPA. He later goes missing. For a year.

Izuku is super fucking sus bc he’s not an idiot and has obviously noticed tha something fucky is going on with the school (finances are skewed, funding is disappearing into somewhere, high ranking people visiting the school too often when they don’t have any relatives attending, stockholders buying and selling at increasing rates, leery of heroes and police, monitoring students more than usual, extreme security increases; Izuku smiles and nods and ciphers everything down through multiple different scripts with missing keys that no one has solved, and very carefully does not react. He searches for the Rat’s encrypted email for 6 months because he still wants to be a hero.)

When he sneaks through the ventilation and finds that lab and finds the one in the lab. That changes things.

After the first year’s sports festival, there is a four day break.

When Izuru finally meets the vent crawler in person he feels something other that anger, hatred, or fondness, that he can’t identify; it’s not from the still sleeping Hajime. Emotion is not something so easily removed from someone who feels so strongly. The scientists don’t know what exactly happened to some of the talents they tried to instill in him and he would never tell them that it was his other half who had received them.

The hero raid on Hokkaido’s Hope’s Peak Academy is largely missed by the media, if only due to the fact that the school is largely made up the quirkless.

In other news UA’s first year classes now have new classmates. As do some other hero schools. Wonder what that’s all about…

(UA gets class 77, Aizawa gets Izuku, Izuru, and Hajime, Sekijiro gets Peko, Akane, and Nekomaru, 1C gets Nagito, Chiaki, and Ibuki, etc.)

[stunie]

“YOU CRAZY? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!”

WIND BREAKER + YOU NOT RECOGNIZING THEM. ft. hayato suo, kaji ren, togame jo, & umemiya hajime x f!reader

filled request : a chunk of it -> “..reacting to drunk reader not recognizing them and they wanna take reader home but reader won’t let them and tells them to fuck off or else her boyfriend (which is right infront of her) will kick their ass..”

notes : aa ! ! i am also a sucker for plots like these !! sorry it took me a while to get to >: thank u sm for sending this in nonnie <3 (cw alcohol ; but the consumption isn’t really mentioned in this)

HAYATO SUO.

“don’t you dare touch me,” suo’s eyes widen when you’re clumsily swatting at his hand, half lidded eyes narrowing into your best attempt at a glare. your words are slow and slurred, but he still manages to understand the gist of what you’re trying to say. “my boyfriend’s gonna make you pay if you do,” you huff, pointing an accusatory finger at him and jabbing it a couple times into his chest for extra measure.

“oh?” his gaze softens a bit, unbeknownst to you, and his smile is back the second he understands what’s happening here. “your boyfriend? where is he now?”

the way your glare immediately falls at your realization almost makes him feel bad, and he’s giving you a smile of pity when your lips tug into a deep pout. “um…” you frown, eyebrows furrowing to rid of the tears already starting to blur your vision, “i don’t know…”

“you don’t know?” suo’s voice is steady, easily hiding the way he’s stifling a laugh at the sudden change in your demeanor. he’s watching with amusement as you start to sniff, hands coming to messily wipe at your eyes with your sleeve as you start babbling, spewing out things about how “you need to find your boyfriend right this second” and how you’re “all lonely now.”

“oh dear,” he chuckles, hands coming to lightly grasp around your wrists, “your boyfriend has told you not to wipe your eyes like that before, hasn’t he? you’re going to irritate the skin.”

“mhm,” you give him a shy nod before staring up at him with confusion, gaze flickering to the thumb he’s bringing to gently swipe at the tears collecting along your lashes a moment later. the way you’re stiffening up at his touch is cute— and it looks like you’ve unconsciously recognized his familiarity even in this state.

“y-you know my boyfriend?”

how endearing.

“sure. i know him pretty well,” suo smiles, hand coming to press against your lower back as you guides you forward, “so let’s find him, okay? come with me.”

KAJI REN.

“huh?” you’ve got kaji completely petrified, eyes blown open as his hands defensively shoot up in front of him the second you’re slowly waving your pepper spray back and forth— the pepper spray he had bought you, by the way. “what do you think you’re doing?”

“i’ll tell you exactly what im doing,” you retort, eyes narrowing at the alleged unfamiliar man in front of you, “i’m gonna call my boyfriend here, and he’s gonna beat your ass if you don’t leave in the next five seconds.”

ah. the slur in your voice is all it takes for the situation to suddenly click in his head. and now that he’s looking at you closer up, he’s surprised that you’re even able to stand in such a state. you’ve only come here with him, so the only way you’ll be going home is if he takes you home.

and that’s not looking very plausible right now.

he’s clicking his tongue before ripping through another lollipop, raking his fingers through his hair as he goes through the potential routes he can go with this. how the fuck was he gonna bring you home like this..? and actually, how would it make him look if people see him forcefully tossing you onto his back and booking it home?

this was a terrible situation through and through.

“um— come here,” he tries coaxing you the way he would with a stray animal, fingers coming to hesitantly pinch your sleeve to lift your arm without technically touching you, and he’s slowly moving it a couple inches to the right. “i’m your boyfriend. let’s go home.”

you shake your head.

his cheeks are flushing red when he realizes there are onlookers now, a handful of people watching the situation unfold, and you’re not helping his case at all— arms crossed across your chest as you eye him up and down suspiciously.

“c-candy,” he grumbles under his breath, deep red spreading to the tips of his ears. “i’ll give you a piece of candy if you come with me. sound good?”

TOGAME JO.

“m-my boyfriend can fight, you know” you stumble backwards, slowly backing up until your back meets with one of the tables, and it’s just great. you’re completely trapped now. he’s looming over you the next second, big hands resting on either side of you as you try to steady your breathing.

togame will be here any minute, you’re reminding yourself. this is fine.

“that so?” there’s a low chuckle from him, and he’s feigning innocence, looking around to locate this boyfriend of yours. “i don’t see him anywhere.”

your breath catches in your throat. your vision’s still dizzy, world spinning each and every time you move your head, and you search around your hips, internally cursing when you realize your purse is gone too.

no phone, and no boyfriend.

he’s moving awfully close to you now, and you can’t move— can’t call your boyfriend. “y-yeah,” you manage to stammer, thinking hard as you decide what to do. “he even taught me how to fight… so don’t test me.”

now that’s a bluff.

“oh. did he now?” togame’s brow raises at your threat, trying to resist the urge to laugh when you’re quickly nodding the next second, cute hands balling into little fists— and oh, that’s not quite how you’re supposed to do it.

but he’ll teach you another time. “so… in that case… you know what to do when a guy does— this?” his fingers wrap around your wrist before you can get a word out, pulling you forward in one swift movement.

you’re gasping as soon as you fall forward, crashing straight into his chest, and his arms are quick to wrap around you, big hand coming to pat at your head like a dog.

“oh, how weird. i didn’t think he’d teach you to hug other guys.”

UMEMIYA HAJIME. cw : he jokingly refers to himself as your kidnapper (he did not kidnap you)

“what now, haji?” your eyes narrow at the phone screen being shoved an inch in front of your face, and ume’s gone puppy mode beside you, excitedly rocking back and forth on your bed as he waits for you to hit play.

“just watch! you’ll see. press play.”

you rub at your eyes, wincing at the way your head starts to throb, still pounding from the events of yesterday. the video that plays out in front of you is completely dark for the first seconds, and you’re quick to grow impatient— seconds away from huffing and pushing his phone away until you finally hear a rustling, followed your own voice.

“haji’s gonna make you pay,” you cringe at the sound of your own voice, and there’s a loud sniffle that follows. “so take me wherever you want, ya goof. he’ll really make you regret it when he finds me.”

no way.

“‘haji’ huh!” you hear umemiya burst into a laughing fit, your face burning at the way he’s poking fun at your past self, and you hear your drunken self scoffing at him a second after. “so what kinda guy is he, huh? your kidnapper’s gotta know!”

there was absolutely no way he recorded himself carrying you home.

“he’s huuge,” the video catches your hiccup, “he can toss you around like nothing. i’m warning you now. so you can put me down if you get it.”

from the muffled sound of your voice, you think ume probably had you tossed over his shoulder, a strong arm wrapped around the back of your thighs to keep you draped over him. “that so?” he chuckles, “what’s he look like?”

“i can’t believe you,” you sigh, fingers rubbing at your temples, “you’re unbelievable.” you’re sneaking a quick glance at your boyfriend, but he’s still focused on the video, soft smile tugging at his lips. “keep listening, ‘kay baby? this is my favorite part.”

uh oh.

“he’s the prettiest boy ever!” your cheeks are immediately filling with heat at your shameless confession, hand slamming over your mouth— there was absolutely no way. “you wouldn’t believe it. you’ll know when you see ‘im. he’s gorgeous. beautiful. i looove him! don’t fall in love with my boyfriend— you better not. he’s mine.”

[eevees-hobbies]

Suo and Umemiya’s words of praise please (bonus points if you a bad bitch in the streets but a soft one in the sheets)

Author’s Note: Thank you for the thirst/ask, anon! I am not ashamed to admit that I was lightheaded by the end of writing this! I hope the formatting doesn't come out too wonky as I try and figure out how I want my anon thirsts/asks to look!

Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Hajime Umemiya, Fem!Reader x Hayato Suo, smut, making out, fingering, mention of overstimulation, and oral. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 1.4K

They Whisper About You in the Streets, You Know?

General Background of You

You realized early on that you needed to be able to protect yourself as a citizen of Makochi. It pissed you off seeing the level of delinquency that created chaos and ultimately terrorized the members of the community. You grew up here, and there’s no way you would be intimidated by a bunch of low-lives or run out of your town. 

You’ve built up a larger-than-life reputation for yourself, outfitting your business with security cameras, motion detectors and arming yourself with a right-hook that could put almost anyone on their ass. The only people who fuck with you now are people who either haven’t recieved the message or are too dumb to save.

Hajime Umemiya

Umemiya had met you while out on one of his patrols. You were very well aware of him, and what he meant to Makochi as the previous leader of Bofurin, so you went out to greet him. He was as pleasant as many of the townsfolk had said and just as handsome, too. You exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes–him asking what you sold in your shop and you asking what he liked to do in his spare time. Talking about simple things felt silly, but small talk was your way of continuing a conversation you didn’t want to end.

As he finally turned to leave, he stopped and faced you again: “Hey, if anyone gives you any trouble, I can always stop by and…help.”

Umemiya internally berated himself. Help?! Why not say something cool, like beat them up, or anything that doesn’t make you sound like a middle-aged dad? But he found you so cute; the way you wore an apron around your waist so you didn’t dirty your adorable clothes, the way he towered over you, and how you were biting your lip as you looked at him with big doe eyes. You were endearing to him, and he’d grasp at straws to find a way to talk to you again.

He expected a shy thank you or a cute smile in his direction, but what he got instead was even better—you snorted.

“If anyone gives YOU any trouble, let me know, and I’ll come by and kick their asses.” You ended your sentence with a perfectly timed wink and returned to the interior of your shop.

You didn’t witness this, but Umemiya tells his version of the story to your friends, family, and anyone else who will listen. He swears that after you turned away, he gripped his chest and muttered, “Oh, I just met my wife.”

And the rest was history.

Despite your eventual marriage to Umemiya—someone that others refuse to antagonize out of respect for his reputation or out of fear–you still continued to ruin the day of anyone who decided to mess with other shopkeepers.

It was so arousing to Umemiya that you were an enforcer of the town, but you were still his sweet angel at home. You’d often find yourself making out in bed, sometimes with no intention to make love. If sex happened, of course, neither of you would complain, but sometimes you just need to make out with your partner. As Umemiya's fingers languidly roam across the flesh of your hip, he’d often narrate just how he felt about you:

“My little enforcer. They still whisper about you in the streets, you know? Sometimes, I eavesdrop when a kid from Bofurin visits the nursery, and I can’t help but be so proud because they’re talking about my wife.”

You groan softly into him, partly because of the way his tongue parts your lips as he mumbles into your mouth and partly because you know what they say about you.

“Don’t be so bashful, my little ass-kicker,” he whispers, a smile forming on his lips and against yours. “But if only they knew how good of a girl you are for me.”

You pull away to nuzzle your face into his neck. Your cheeks are growing hot as Umemiya pulls your thigh around his waist, kneading the tense muscle in your calf.

“If only they knew that I get to see you like this, so sweet, perfect, and-”

“Pitiful,” you interject.

“If you’re pitiful, then I’m worse.”

He places a soft kiss against your cheek and slides his hand between you both. His touch is familiar and yet still setting your body ablaze as he parts your folds and rubs gentle circles on your clit.

“God, Ume..” your heart quickens as his fingers make expert work of the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs. You find his hold on you after all these years incredible, and you even say so in that moment.

“I can say the same about you, my sweet girl. I feel like I’ve known you in every life I’ve lived and every life I ever will live. You feel so constant to me.”

His lips are back on yours, searching tongues, and hungry groans are shared between you as he continues to rub your clit with his thumb and slips his middle finger inside your sex.

You grip his shoulder as you buck your hips against his palm.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

You run your fingers through his hair, pulling some of the longer strands and earning a soft growl from Umemiya’s throat.

“I love you so much, Ume.”

If you weren’t so enraptured by his fingers and the pleasure he was bestowing upon you, you would have noticed how his eyes sparkled when you uttered those words. Whenever you say you love him, he looks at you as though it’s his first time hearing it–with eyes full of absolute adoration and devotion.

“I love you, too. I knew I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Your breathing is shallow now; he knows how close you are, so he pulls you closer, the hand that was previously keeping your leg around him now snaking around your waist.

He knows what to do—and what to say—to get you exactly where you want to be.

“Let go, baby.” 

“Come on, pretty girl.” 

“It’s ok. You can hold onto me if you need to.”

“I promise I have you.”

“Let me have all of you.”

“Cum, yeah, just like that. Theeeeere you go, sweetheart.”

After your orgasm, he pulls his fingers away—a brief pang of disappointment radiates through his chest at no longer being inside of you—and raises them to his lips to lick them clean.

Hayato Suo

You lay on your back, feeling as though death would be a welcome end to your current state. You’ve been exhausted for some time, and you will continue to be exhausted as Suo, as naked as you are, hovers over you and places kisses against your back.

“Do you need a break?” His voice has returned to the cool tone you’ve come to know, signaling that there might be a lull in your lovemaking session.

“I think I have one more in me.”

You can feel him smile against the sweat-slicked skin of your back. 

“That’s my princess.”

He trails kisses down your spine, making sure to lick the hickeys that have formed into angry welts.

“What do you think our friends would say if they knew you liked to be called something so adorable?”

“Sakura would laugh at me,” your deadpan delivery earns a chuckle from Suo.

���Sakura is terrified of you, dove.”

“As he should be. Do I scare you, Suo?”

“No, you don’t scare me. But I am scared of the absence of you. I never want to exist in a world where you don’t.”

“You’re being dramatic. You know I can handle my own.”

His hands part your ass, and his tongue slides down to your mound, already covered and stuffed with the previous sessions' saliva and cum.

“I know what they whisper about you. But it’s hard for me to believe them as I only know of you in this way.” He’s circling your tender entrance with his tongue, allowing yours and his thick cream to coat his lips.

You quiver, your body already aware of what’s about to happen to you.

“I’m so fortunate to have the Makochi bruiser under me, coming undone on my tongue.”

“Suo, please…”

He slips a hand under you and massages your clit while finally sliding his tongue into you.

“I’m so lucky that you give so much to me. It’s only fair that I reward you, don’t you think?”

You moan in approval, gently bouncing your hips back and riding his tongue.

“Please let me cum on your tongue, Suo.”

“Anything for you, dove. Absolutely anything for you.”

[bluedolup]

Iwaizumi x Reader: That's Not Your Problem

“WAIT WHAT?!”, you exclaimed into your phone as you talked to your friend. You were heading to school as you were hand in hand with your boyfriend, Iwaiuzmi, and on the phone with one of your friends. Jailani was your best friend since junior high, you two informed each other on everything that you heard especially when you two went to two different schools. You went to Seijoh while she went to Karasuno, and the drama between the two schools was steaming hot. 

Now you would usually just be filled in on drama from Karasuno but this time, you were getting info that came from another school. “Is she insane? Cause I know for a fact that if she tried that she would be hospitalized” you said. Iwa would be with you most of the time these conversations happen and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t eavesdropping sometimes. 

“Put me on a talk show with her, I will be destroying her statement. But me and Haji are at the school, I’ll text you at lunch” you hung up and let out a stressed out high. “Lord give me strength, I swear some people aren’t supposed to be managers” you said to yourself. “What happened?” Iwa asked “we need to find the other three cause it’s a volleyball issue and I need all four of you to hear this” you said. 

“Ah shit” Iwa muttered. 

The two of you traveled to your homeroom where you found Oikawa, Maki, and Mattsu already there. You basically dragged Iwa towards them and sat at your desk, “woah, you got exciting news? You damn near flew over here” Mattsu said “I news, period. You guys know Jailani right?” you asked “you’re friend who decided to go with the enemy?” Oikawa asked “watch it, it’s too early for your one sided rivalry. She called me this morning with some interesting info from another school” you said.

The postures and attentions of the three boys instantly changed. “What school was it?” Maki asked “I think it was Johegey?” you said “you mean Johzenji?” Iwa asked “yes!” you said “what the fuck is a Johzenji?” Oikawa asked “not important, Jailani told me that their manager has this belief that all managers should break up fights between the players” you said. The four boys gave you confused and shocked looks, “no fucking way” Iwa said “yes fucking way, she said that as managers we should be able to control our players and help them figure out their anger problems because they have SO MUCH STRESS on their shoulders” you said. 

“Oh bullshit” Mattsu said “how much stress do you have to start boxing with people?” Maki asked “not enough, I mean I couldn’t think of anyone here who would do something like that, but if something like that were to happen no one better look at me” you said. “I’m curious, do you think you would be able to handle us during a fight?” Oikawa asked. 

Both you and Hajime looked at him as if he grew a second head. “Don’t piss me off Shittykawa” Iwa said “let me explain it to you as best I can, you guys train your arms, speed, core, and legs everyday for three years and even more if you started in like junior high. You guys range from the heights of 5 '10 to 6' 1 and your weight ranges around 150 to 160 pounds” you explained. “Damn, I’m kind of scared on how accurate she’s being” Maki said “I’m 5 '2, 170 pounds, I’m planning to paint and draw for a living so I’m sitting down for the majority of my life. I’m getting my shit rocked!” you said. 

Maki and Mattsu snorted, “Oikawa I have no idea why you even asked that question, it was so obvious” Maki said “she never got into that situation before too, the day you get into that kind of situation you call me and I’ll handle it” Iwa said. You sighed, “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you said smiling up at him.

Their timing couldn’t be any better.

Today was the day that Kyotani came back from suspension. Oikawa had told you the minute you got to the gym and you planned on introducing yourself. You didn’t really know him, but the guys had told you he’s a character. You don’t know what you were expecting but it definitely wasn’t him barging in with an attitude. “Um, hello?” you asked, he gave you a nasty look as you approached him “um…I’m (y/n), I’m the manager. You’re Kyotani right?” you asked “yeah, and?” he asked. “I just wanted to introduce myself, the dressing rooms are through there and you can get changed for practice” you said. “I know where the damn dressing rooms are” he said “ok? You don’t have to be rude about it” you said. He rolled his eyes, “go cry about it sugar cube, just stay out of my way or you’ll get a volleyball to the head” he said.

“Kentaro!” Yahaba yelled at him from behind me causing us both to look at him “get back here and apologize” he said. The look on this guy's face was terrifying as he was getting called out, “why should I?” Kyotani asked “she’s our manager, you treat her with respect and nothing more. Get back over here and apologize” he said. He stood there for a moment, before a grin spread on his face and he approached Yahaba pushing me aside. 

“Or what? Whatcha gonna do Shigeru~” he said in a taunting tone “don’t fucking start” Yahaba said “nah, if you want to start something we can start something” he said “I’m not starting something, you treat your seniors with respect and apparently you aren’t able to do that” Yahaba said. You backed up a bit and reached for your phone, you had this sinking feeling that something was about to go down. You texted the person who volunteered to deal with something like this, as you sent the message you heard a loud thud. You quickly turned and saw Kyotani on the ground with Yahaba towering over him. 

It only took a second for Kyotani to lunge at him, you yelled and your legs froze. You leaned against a wall and watched in horror as the two boys threw punches and threw each other. In your mind it felt like an eternity when in reality, it was only three minutes until Hajime, Kindaichi, and Mattsu bursted in the gym. Kindaichi and Mattsu grabbed both boys as Hajime rushed to you, “Y/N! Hey are you alright? Are you hurt? Y/N, answer me!” he said. You were shaking a bit and your eyes watered a bit, the only thing you could muster up was a nod as you wrapped your arms around him to try and calm down. 

It was only a joke at first, you truly thought that if you were in some kind of situation that you had to resolve a fight between any of the guys that you were able to do so. Three years of being a manager and all you could do was yell and cry as two of the players that you are responsible for start hurting each other screamed cowardly to you. 

You wanted to give up your Seijoh jacket for good, as if you failed. 

Coach let you go home early but instead of going home you went to the art room at the school. It was empty, You took a canvas and put your headphone on as you started painting. It was the only thing that calms you down, that and being with Hajime but he wasn’t here at the mom-

“Hey”, your headphones were lifted as the voice traveled into your ears causing you to yelp. You turned around and saw Hajime, “babe, what are you doing here?” you asked “I had to know if you were ok after that” he said sitting next to you “what about practice?” you asked “they can deal with it, how are you?” he asked. You smiled slightly, “I couldn’t do anything, I felt so powerless” you said “hey, don’t start that. Your job as a manager is to take care of supplies, cleaning, and finances, not to be a ref for stupid fights that aren’t even supposed to happen” he said “I know, but I could’ve done something. I just froze and became mute. If I didn’t message you when I did, they both would’ve gotten seriously hurt” your voice broke a bit. 

You took your role in the club very seriously and even if Kyotani was an ass to you, he was still part of the team which meant that he mattered as much as any other of the guys. 

Hajime took your hand, “you messaging me was the best thing you could’ve done, it wasn’t your place to get involved because if you did, I would be talking to you in a hospital bed, if that was the case I would’ve killed someone” he said. You let out a chuckle, “now we wouldn’t want that, thanks for coming to check on me. I really didn’t want to worry anyone” you said. “You’re my girl, you think I was going to leave you alone?” he asked, pulling my seat closer to him. You smiled and leaned against him, “of course not, I wouldn’t want it any other way” you said.

[braineater444]

To Be a Princess

Chpt 3

Last/Next

TW: Disordered eating, Violence, Not proofread (just tell me and I’ll correct any mistakes)

A/N: This isn’t crazy because I’m going through a lot and just want happiness for a moment lmao. Short and sweet.

Hajime munches on his own salad and watches as you finally finish separating out all of your lettuce and eat only the cucumbers and other small things. He smiles.

“The villa we bought… it’s almost done.” Hajime breaks the silence. You have no idea what he’s talking about. “Haruchiyo is going to be watching you here while Mikey and I go see the progress today.”

“Who the fuck is Haruchiyo? And why can’t I come?”

“You’ve met him before. And I just don’t want to bring you. You’ve been… difficult lately.”

So, you’re being punished? “Whatever.”

“You know, I don’t really like Haruchiyo. He’s a bit- If he wasn’t bringing Mikey I would’ve had someone else do it.”

Huh?

✮✮✮

You do recognize Haruchiyo. A scarred face with a bright pink mullet and blonde roots starting to show. The man who drugged you on your night out. Your one perfect chance to run that he didn't let you take.

“Why do they always have me doing stupid shit. I am not a babysitter.” He huffs as he falls into the plush cushion of the couch right next to you.

“Because you look like that.” You respond flatly to words that weren’t aimed at you. You’re sure you’re right, though. Look at him. Without the scars he still would look crazy.

His head turns to meet your gaze. There’s a moment of quiet consideration before his lips crack into a crooked grin. He raises his hand slowly to meet your mouth. Suddenly the nail of his thumb presses into the gash on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and make you jerk to the far side of the couch.

“At least I don’t look like you, right?” He quips and smiles to reveal unusually straight and bright teeth. “Guess that’s why you couldn’t go either.” He shrugs.

Your brows furrow.

“What did he do that for?” Haruchiyo prods. He turns his body to face you and curls up on the couch. His head rests on the cushion and he waits for you to tell the story with a closed smile and a glimmer in his big, blue eyes.

It’s a visceral thing to recall. Your face aches at the memory.

“A couple of days ago, we got into an argument.” You can’t recall what about. “I took the elevator down and he followed me, so I ran and tried to knock on the neighbors doors, but nobody answered.”

Hajime was pissed. You can still feel his hands almost pulling out your hair as he dragged you back home. The burn of the carpeted hallways against your knees and your throat raw from screaming. It never quite leaves you.

Haruchiyo snickers and shakes his head.

“When he caught me, he slammed me into the wall, so I think that’s how my lip was busted. But my eye,” You point at the black eye and cut that sits right under it. “He punched me once and his ring sliced me pretty deeply.” You can still see the anger on Hajimes face so clearly in your mind.

Haruchiyo is keeled over in tears from his laughter. It’s not that funny. At least not to you.

“Are you fucking dumb? No one lives in this place.”

It’s obvious now. No cops were called. Neighbors certainly would’ve heard your screams. But no one came to help. No one will come to help. It’s been a slow realization.

“We thought about starting to rent it out later this year but I couldn’t tell you shit about what’s going on with that. I doubt it’ll happen now, with him beating you up in the hallways and stuff.”

✮✮✮

“She can’t come to my place? Why do I have to stay here?”

You can hear bits of what Hajime is saying over the phone.

I’ll be back in the morning…I don’t trust you….

“Whatever.” Haruchiyo rolls his eyes and hangs up before Hajime finishes talking and immediately calls someone else.

“I’m stuck at Koko’s place with this girl. Come over?” He smirks at something you can’t hear. “Yeah, okay.”

✮✮✮

Ran is an objectively beautiful man. Even the absence of a soul behind his eyes adds to his allure. It’s a shame. Ran could model, but instead he’s this.

“Hajime is going to kill both of you.” You giggle as you watch Ran pour one of Hajime's favorite expensive wines into Haruchiyos mouth. It slightly overflows and starts to trail down his chin before Ran catches it with his index finger and licks it off the digit.

“He’ll kill Haru, not me. I was never here.” He speaks playfully as he turns to you. Haruchiyo sits behind him on the too big kitchen table rubbing his leg against Rans. “Open up. Your turn.”

You don’t really like Hajimes wine but you do as you’re told. Your head is tilted back and your mouth hangs open in wait, but before the splash of the dark red wine hits your tongue, you feel the warmth of Ran’s hand on your neck holding you steady.

It feels good to do something that you know will piss that man off even if it’s just swallowing down his favorite nasty drink.

After Ran takes his own swig he says something about how good the wine is, but you don’t hear it. What you do hear is his next statement:

“I would never let that happen to my face.” Both he and Haruchiyo laugh when your only response is a middle finger.

So, Ran knows he’s good looking.

Haruchiyo leans into his friends chest and Ran embraces him with the bottle still in his hands.

“Yeah, but it makes sense for Koko. Remember that uhh… The guy?” Haruchiyo looks up at Ran who’s still lost in grimacing at the marks on your face.

Ran shakes his head. “What guy?”

Haru pulls out of Rans arms to really look at him. “The blonde one? With the- uhmm. The ugly hair.”

Rans brows knit closer as he tries to remember. He nods as if he’s following, but you can tell he’s still confused.

“Koko stalked him for a while. What was his name?”

“The faggot with the burn mark across his face?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, Koko- NO. Girl!” Haruchiyo turns to you with wide eyes and a smug grin. “Before you, there was this like… guy. And I don’t know if they were dating or not but they definitely broke up and- uhm…” He looks to Ran and snaps his fingers trying to remember what happened.

“Yeah.” Ran sounds much calmer. “A couple years ago, it ended between them and Koko went and beat the guy about it.” He shrugs and takes a sip of the wine. “They weren’t together, but Koko was obsessed with him so when the guy didn’t want anything to do with him he lost it.”

“I remember after that he got worse. So I think it makes sense why he’s weird now.”

Ran thinks for a moment and then nods. “They used to be best friends before they got separated, then I don’t know. I see the guy sometimes and I think he remembers me.”

It would’ve been nice to know this before getting this far in.

“You think they fucked?” Haru muses.

“I hope. For Kokos sake.” Ran scoffs.

✮✮✮

“What would you do if I tried to leave?” You can’t tell if you’re being serious when you ask and Haru doesn’t seem bothered enough to answer aloud.

He only pulls up his shirt just enough to flash the gun tucked in his waistband. Without looking, Ran says “Be good.” And you can’t tell if he’s talking to you or Haru with the way his eyes never leave the tv screen.

“Shooting me doesn’t really seem like the solution.”

The man shrugs and rests his head on Ran’s shoulder.

“You’re too malnourished to get very far anyway.” He teases.

He’s right. You drop it.

You have no idea what movie you’re watching. It’s late and you’re a little tipsy. This is the best life has been in a while. Why run?

[lunarleonardo]

hihi!!! :D fanfic author to another fanfic author hehe

i’ve read all of your drv3 fanfics and they are very intriguing, in canon characterizations, plot driven stories that make me very happy to read and look forward for more! (abso love trans shuichi hc too aaa)

i was wondering if you make pre-planned outlines for your fanfics or do you go straight into writing and planning it as you go? i’m struggling in finding a fitting method myself to write my fanfics because i often jump straight into writing, but that got me stumped in my writings at times. asking for advice because i really love your compelling writing style but you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to :D!

First of all... Hi! :D Thank you so much!! I do my best <3 💕

Second... Oh boy, I sure do have a process xD (this might be a long post but I like yapping and overexplaining so bear with me qwq)

if you don't want to read it all though, the shorter answer is: Kind of? I don't fully plan it out, but I don't always totally wing it. I take notes and I build off of important scenes, and then I jump in and hope for the best lol

When I first decide I want to write something with intent to post it, I create a document soley for *notes*. Theres a few things I note before and when writing.

1. I replay/rewatch the canon game and take notes on everything I possibly can. For example! I'm replaying DRV3 chapter 5 (cus i, unfortunately, had an idea q_q). I note down what I see as important or what really stands out to me :) Hell, sometimes I'll even "transcript" down canon dialogue! For example, this is what some of my notes look like (ss1 is taken from my drv3 c5 notes, ss2 is taken from my blue eyes notes):

2. Little things matter. When starting my notes, I often write down the date I started and the basic synopsis of what the story will be about. I try to think of a name for the fic later because my #1 weakness is naming things >.> ... But also! Writing down the important details of your story is suuuper helpful, because you don't want to lose track of stuff like that!! It can prevent accidental retconning, unnecessary repetitions, and stuff like that 'cause i ran out of examples... Oh well. Here's a screenshot of the start of my notes for Motive 5 (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

3. Believe it or not... i don't always plan ahead. I write a lot of my fics with one or more certain scenes in mind, and then I blink and there's suddenly a 7k word document in front of me and Oh Fuck I accidentally made a whole fanfic on that one idea. It happens more than you'd think. Using Motive 5 as an example again, there were a few scenes I had in mind when I was first writing! I don't remember what order they came to me in, but a few significant ones I fell asleep to was Shuichi losing his hand, Hajime and Maki facing off, Nagito and Shuichi meeting after the Coffin Puzzle, and the aftermath of Shuichi's "punishment" (PS. did you know he was originally gonna be tortured with sound? then i wanted to hang him from the ceiling periodically, but i gave that up for the "detention" theme.) this one is getting long but when it comes to planning, I always build off of important scenes in my mind. "How can I make this happen?" "What do I do to make this/these character(s) react like this?" or, my favorite... "What can I do to totally fuck up these sad gay losers?"

You mentioned you get stumped writing sometimes, and THAT'S OKAY. i do too. Chapter 8 of Fever Frost was a whole ordeal because I realized "wait. Kokichi would never confess his feelings first in this situation??!!!" While planning ahead may certainly help save you from some of those moments, they won't stop it entirely. It does feel really refreshing when you manage to skirt your way around the issue, so really what can you do ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

So yeah, I do kind of plan ahead. I plan MOST of the plot (I didn't even know I was gonna kill someone in Fever Frost at first >.>) and then as you write, stuff tends to tie together and build from there. In my experience, 70% of writing is just "shit kinda happens" xD

This is just how I do it, and it's okay if it doesn't work for you. I'm just the kind of person that will replay an entire game to write a fanfiction (⁠─⁠.⁠─⁠|⁠|⁠）I hope this could help a little, though! Good luck on your fics! :3💕

[thequietmanno1]

TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 90, Replies Part 2

1) “HEEEEEY- LONG TIME NO SEE CLOUDY, I WAS WONDERING FOR HOW MUCH LONGER THEY WOULD GO WITHOUT SHOWING YOU”- So, rough timescale for this places it about 15 years or more after Shirakumo’s ‘passing’, and I find it interesting how this reveal is interplayed between both series, because again, there’s nothing here that tells you Shirakumo and Kurogiri are the same being, despite them both showing up in this manga, you’d have to have read to the reveal in MHA to get the double-context of his appearance here, and otherwise, you’d have played it off as just a loyal servant always being by his master’s side. 2) “AND HERE COMES NUMBER FIVE! EVERYBODY GET READY FOR SOME FUN TIMES I HOPE”- Number Hood is in the room, ready to party. To count, we now have four of the series’ foremost fighting maniacs all locked in the same room together.

(Vigilantes ch 44)

3) “No, hoodie over here is on a quest, given to them by the wise hobo of scarfs, this is the place, this is where the questmark lead to.

…

Hood… I don’t know why the first thought that crossed my mind was that this person eventually became the High-end Nomu, solely because of the hood.”- No, but it turns out he fought him at some point. Funny how life works out, huh?

(Vigilantes ch 88) 4) “IT WAS

OH MY GOD NOW SHIT’S ABOUT TO TURN SERIOUS

KNUCKLES, WHATEVER HAPPENS, DON’T LET HER AND RAPPA MEET, ONE OF THEM WOULD DEFINITELY END UP DEAD AND THE TIMELINE WOULD COLLAPSE”- Well, luckily, the only thing that can distract these fighting maniacs from each other is the prospect of a bigger opponent more powerful than either of them, and Hood is more than happy to oblige. (Vigilantes ch 89) 5) “OH DEAR GOD NOW WHO IS THAT ONE

IT CAN’T BE McBEE, BUT IT CAN BE A PREVIOUS PROTO-NOMU, OH GOD WHICH ONE IS IT, IS IT NUMBER FIVE?”- It’s Number Hood! 6) “YEAH RAPPA, THAT ONE YOU GUYS CAN KILL, ALRIGHT?”- Well, Rappa can certainly try, but by the same rules that guarantee his own survival, Hood is likewise protected as well. Still, this fight gonna get bloody. “Oh I think somebody is about to get an ass-kicking… but it definitely can’t be Rappa since he was never defeated before.”- Never defeated in an official cage match. This is now a free-style brawl. Side-note, I’m pleasantly surprised to recognise the flicker-jab style Hood’s using from my time reading Hajime no Ippo. That series really increased my knowledge of how technical punching can get. That said, Hood’s got the advantage of literally being able to turn his arms into a whip, rather than just mimicking the effects with a snap punch.

7) “You got over Knuckles turning you down pretty fucking quick, didn’t you Rappa? Well, I want to see what the previous generation of Proto-Nomu had to offer, I hope it’s something I can use to belittle McBee”- It seems like Hood had, at a baseline, the muscle-tearing/body morphing abilities he made extensive use of against Endeavour put into him at first, with the other stuff getting added on later. This contrasts with Nomura having an humanoid body shape, but sticking to that template in order to roleplay his idealised self as a hero to the public, whereas Hood is literally tearing himself apart and stitching himself back together in order to better hit to opponent. 8) “Okay he was fast, even without the need for a speed quirk That’s already a 1x0 over McBee, nice”- That’s all his old boxing training coming to the forefront. He’s not actually moving at super-speed, he’s just moving to where Rappa’s punches aren’t, making it look like he’s faster. After all, he doesn’t need to hit quicker when he can hit longer instead. 9) “I know I shouldn’t be surprised, this thing is a proto-nomu after all, it would definitely have some tricks up his sleeve but jesus fuck that is horrifying”- It seems Hood literally rips apart his arm’s internal structure to increase his flexibility, turning his fist into a moving flail, before rapidly reconfiguring the damage back into the semblance of a working arm once the blow connects. Since his internal body seems to be composed of stringy muscle fibres, it can be assumed that it’s a derivate Quirk along a similar line as Muscular, only instead of growing more muscles, he’s rapidly stretching and tearing the ones he already possesses. Probably why Hood was later give Muscular’s cloned Quirk, if the synergy between their abilities is that good. 10) “Now you better get up boy, remember what you told kirishima?”- Rappa said he never lost, not that he didn’t take a sucker-blow to the floor once or twice. It ain’t about how much you get hit, it’s about how many times you stand up, and after seeing that horrifying display, I don’t blame him for needing a second to re-evaluate what the hell’s up with his opponent. 11) “You know, the fact that his face is being kept hidden makes me think that once knuckles actually manage to land a hit, it will be revealed that he has the same face as McBee, and everyone reading this will go “GASP O:” “- Or we’ll all recognise the other noticeable Nomu that showcased independent though on the battlefield, besides Kurogiri, who’s already had his turn.

12) “DAMMIT MIRKO THAT’S NOW HOW YOU PROTECT THE UNDEFEATED RAPPA!”- And a hint towards Hood’s competitive nature, rappa attacks with punches, he counters with punching. Mirko attacks with a kick, he counters with a kick. Anything the strong can do, he can do better. 13) “I THOUGHT YOU GUYS HAD NOTICED THAT FIVE SECONDS BEFORE, WHEN HE STRETCHED IT TO BEAT YOU TWO ALSO, HIS LEG ALSO DOES THE SAME, NUMBER FIVE WAS THE PREVIOUS HOLDER OF THE GOMU GOMU NO MI, DON’T ASK WHAT ELSE HE CAN STRETCH”- Hood’s body is made out of muscly silly string, and every fibre is aiming for your life. 14) “I won’t be surprised if he has super regeneration, this is like, AfOs favorite quirk, he puts it in everything, even his TV remote has super regeneration.”- Since we noted that AFO can’t have Hyper regeneration yet, Ithink it’s not truly healing, but rather, Hood taking parts of his overall body mass that aren’t being used to fight with and using them to replace the damaged pieces of himself that Knuckles slices apart. It’s like taking some of the thread out of a patchwork Quilt to sew up a damaged area, you’ve still got some missing threads, but not in the same place, and I’m betting Hood’s body mass underneath that jacket will become more and more skeletal as he uses up parts of himself to keep his fighting limbs in order 15) “Now, do tell me Knuckles, what lead you to reach this conclusion? What, you please tell me, made you think that this guy had a healing quirk, considering you never had met a proto-nomu before? I’d love to hear the logical deduction that made you slice and dice his arm like that.”- He saw how he attacked Mirko and Rappa before- and specifically, how his body reconfigured itself back into a workable form after the attacks were made, with visible blood spray from the self-damage. Knuckles might be calling it ‘healing’, but it’s really just more like further damaging yourself after tearing yourself apart to force the damaged body part back into a usable form. 16) “Now, interesting of Mirko to have crossed paths with a nomu before, this would make her obliterating the high-ends later one all the more hilarious, she was paying back after their great-great-completely-unreleated-grandfather kicked her ass.”- Even more so, since she showed up on the scene shortly after Hood got carbonised by Endeavour, essentially just missing out on her rematch.

@thelreads

[robotkiyoomi]

Reverse Timelines - SakuOi

Unrequited love w/ SakuAtsu and IwaOi | Olympics Angsttt

Or Oikawa meets Kiyoomi on a balcony at the Olympics after party and gives some advice from one person who had been in the same situation to another and an odd friendship/connection forms.

==

“Kusa-kun,” a voice calls. Confused, Kiyoomi slowly turns towards the approaching stranger.

“Oikawa Toru,” He replies, brow furrowed. At a party like this, he can easily say that Oikawa is one of the last people he expected to see here.

“I hope you don't mind me stealing this hiding spot too for a bit,” Oikawa says, flashing a smile. Kiyoomi raises an eyebrow in question but lets the man join him at the railing. From what he can observe of the setter, something’s off. His usual ‘at ease’ mannerisms seem tense and forced, something Kiyoomi is all too familiar with in social situations. He also has to admit he is curious about the larger than life opponent.

“Congratulations on the win,” Kiyoomi says, if only to be polite.

“Thank you,” Oikawa responds, nodding and giving a tired smile. Kiyoomi can tell they are carefully studying each other even in this casual conversation, and significantly more so than the average person. Despite their opposite nature, they are both meticulously and silently observant of others. Oikawa is the type of setter to carefully assess everyone on and off the court. Setters, such as Kageyama, tend to lose all their attentiveness the moment they leave the court.

A familiar loud and bellowing laugh snags Kiyoomi’s attention and he looks back over his shoulder at Atsumu briefly before remembering his company. Oikawa’s watching him intently, head cocked slightly to the side, as Kiyoomi awkwardly clears his throat and returns his gaze forward. Neither of them speak for several seconds, and he’s starting to plot how he can leave this interaction ASAP, when Oikawa breaks the silence,

“I used to be like Atsumu-kun, and,” Oikawa starts, a sad tight smile on his face as he looks out at the skyline. Kiyoomi had honestly never given the setter much thought beyond his first outward appearance. Seeing Oikawa now, voice scratchy and hollow, as he tries to hold himself together, it makes a part of Kiyoomi’s heart hurt too. Feels himself reflected in Oikawa’s mannerisms right now a little too much. So, he lets the setter continue on whatever sudden story he has.

“You know, I always thought it would be Hajime and I in the end. That no matter what happened, or how much time passed, we were always meant to be it,” Oikawa pauses for a long moment, eyes closed as he composes himself before continuing.

“It seems so fucking stupid now.” Kiyoomi doesn’t know why he has the urge to deny that, he only officially met the man today and god knows he is not the comforting type.

“I was young and dumb. The world seemed so big and I was selfish, wanting it all. Wanting the most fame, the parties, the hook ups, everything. I felt fucking invincible in my early 20s.” Oikawa straightens and turns to look into the sea of people in the venue. Music, voices, and the occasional laugh can still be heard softly on the balcony. Kiyoomi follows Oikawa’s gaze and despite the crowd, knows exactly what it lands on. Who it lands on. Iwaizumi Hajime, who has his arm wrapped around his partner's waist and is smiling while talking to a group of people who look vaguely familiar.

“I ran out of time.” Oikawa says, and his voice sounds the most empty it's been all night.

“I got my shit together and worked on things and was planning to come back to confess again, make up for everything. But I was too late, he’d moved on long ago and is thinking about marriage with someone else.”

That was the thing about life, you couldn’t ever get time back or properly make up for it. We are always running out of time, chasing it until we die.

“So as someone who was Atsumu, the dopamine rushes don’t last. And the people like Iwaizumi,” Oikawa glances over and smiles. Kiyoomi is frozen in the story, his feelings a jumbled horrifying mess.

“They end up alright eventually. So it hurts like hell now, but there is a better future ahead.”

Oikawa Toru talked about what shattered him, something that he wasn’t sure that he would ever heal from without letting a single tear fall from his eyes.

“You’ll have a better future,” Kiyoomi says a bit awkwardly. Oikawa looked stunned for a moment at his words. He had never been great at deep conversations or emotions, and all this with a near stranger was an added challenge.

“You deserve that too.” Kiyoomi adds, finding his stride more.

“We are humans and make mistakes, especially growing up. It is so shitty that growth made the timelines not align with Iwaizumi-san but the growth is something to be proud of. I am someone who has had to go through a lot to grow and become the person I am today and it was fucking hard, but I’m proud of it,” Kiyoomi had been looking out at the stars while talking. The unspoken but understood default location to avoid eye contact when it was too hard to bear. His eyes met Oikawa’s now.

“I get the feeling you’re the same way.” Oikawa bites his bottom lip and tilts his head up to the sky in response to the words.

“Don’t punish yourself or your process for it. You made a mistake when you were young and hurt someone, we all do. But it’s just accepting the hard truth that life sucks sometimes.”

“Are you suggesting nihilism?” Oikawa says, breaking into his first smirk. Kiyoomi dead pans.

“No, idiot. I’m suggesting that you don’t blame yourself for everything and work with the shitty things to find the good.” Kiyoomi says. He’s talking instinctively, a very unnatural thing for him, and the words feel like a rant that has been shimmering inside. Oikawa, he decides, makes him entirely too rambly.

“Huh, when did you become so wise?” Oikawa asks, a teasing lilt to his tone. Kiyoomi shakes his head and goes back to lean against the railing.

“You’re the old one that came out here sharing the introspective wisdom,” He prods back.

“Losing the love of your life, does that to a person.” Oikawa responds, nudging his shoulder. The words stab him deeper than expected.

“I’m sorry,” Kiyoomi says quietly, unsure what prompts him to voice this.

“For what it’s worth, you seem like someone worth the wait. He’s missing out.”

Oikawa and Kiyoomi, both leaning against the railing in almost the same situation, feeling the same thing, but in opposite roles and inverse positions. As if picking up on this thought Oikawa says,

“It’s a little ironic and cruel that given the situation and timing, still neither of us is happy now.” Kiyoomi chuckles, but there's no humor in it. If history repeated itself, there would be no happy endings for everyone. Both pairs were all they would ever be to each other, and nothing more.

“It almost feels like a time travel movie, where I’m the old sad person coming to talk to you from the past to make sure you don’t hurt from my mistakes,” Oikawa says, eyes glinting suddenly. Kiyoomi wasn’t following.

“What?” He says, completely lost.

“I like aliens and outer space a lot. Time travels up there too.” Oikawa clarifies as if they’re casual friends hanging out and not spilling deep vulnerabilities after having just met. Kiyoomi stares at Oikawa blankly.

“After everything tonight, this is what you look at me like I’m crazy for?!” Oikawa exclaims, outraged. Kiyoomi can see the similarities in personality between Oikawa and Atsumu, so much so that they would either be best friends or despise each other with no inbetween. He can see how Oikawa carries himself with a more mature perspective, coming out here (away from the party and spotlight) to comfort a stranger.

Kiyoomi glances back to the party where he can instantly spot Atsumu. His hair is ruffled and his button up has been undone a few more buttons. Atsumu is in the center of the dance floor, where the most eyes are, pressed up behind a girl with a drink in one hand and his other on her waist. He’s peppering kisses up and down her neck as she moves her hips to the beat against his crotch. Atsumu’s cackle at the thought of being in a relationship with Kiyoomi plays in his mind and he looks away.

“Omg no, Omi and I would be a train wreck. Aren’t things supposed ta be fun and easy? Why would you want to force difficulty?” Atsumu had said, like Kiyoomi wasn’t also in the room and a human being.

“Does it really have to suck for both of us?” Kiyoomi asks, studying the side of Oikawa’s face. The setter's features look hauntingly majestic in the moonlight. He was truly gorgeous, there was no doubt about that.

“What do you mean?” Oikawa asks, brown eyes, a shade slightly lighter than the ones Kiyoomi was used to, meeting his own. The two setters were unnervingly similar, but Oikawa had years of growth that was noticeable if you looked carefully. Why couldn’t they all get happy endings? Oikawa certainly deserved one, and Kiyoomi desperately wanted to be put out of his misery too.

“Can I propose something that might sound insane?” Oikawa raised an eyebrow in confusion but gestured for Kiyoomi to continue. “Can I kiss you? Just once. Just to see if maybe, in this hell we’re both living in, there’s something there.” Kiyoomi asks. He knows this idea is dumb and probably unhealthy but there’s a tug he can’t deny to Oikawa. A connection he doesn’t feel with, really anyone.

Kiyoomi is 24, at the after part of his first olympics, and just spilled more information to a stranger than most of his friends in the last 15 minutes. So yeah, he was willing to take a crazy leap of faith for Oikawa Toru. The setter laughed, and it was an easy sound that Kiyoomi knew made others stop and stare.

“Yeah, you know what? I’m in.” Oikawa says, straightening up from the railing, still chuckling.

“I’m starting to think I make poor decisions around you,” Kiyoomi says, suppressing a smile and shaking his head in disapproval.

“Huh, you haven’t been the first to tell me that actually?” Oikawa says, carefully wrapping his arms around Kiyoomi’s neck, eyes looking for any sight of discomfort.

“Have you ever thought that you may be the problem then?” Kiyoomi prods, if only to calm the fluttering in his body. Oikawa turns his head in mock consideration.

“No, honestly, I don’t think that’s it.” He responds, shrugging. Kiyoomi laughs and tilts his head to brush their noses together. It could be so easy like this. It feels so easy like this.

“You sure?” Kiyoomi murmurs, one hand coming up to cup Oikawa’s cheek gently. Oikawa nods, the gesture making their lips brush momentarily.

“Never took you for a wimp,” Oikawa replies. Kiyoomi shakes his head with a mumbled ‘idiot’ before leaning in to the kiss.

There are many different types of kisses that happen at a party like this and Kiyoomi didn’t quite know what to expect from this one. He knew it wouldn’t be a sloppy makeout. After spilling depressing life stories he didn’t think either of them were in the mood for that. It could’ve been just a quick peck but ultimately that wouldn’t have been very telling. In reality the kiss felt so deeply intimate and vulnerable Kiyoomi wasn’t sure he had ever experienced something like this before. The feeling wasn’t in a way that was scary. No, it felt like being able to finally rest.

Kiyoomi caressed the brunette’s cheek one last time before pulling away. Oikawa made people feel at home but,

“I’m sorry, I can’t be Atsumu,” Oikawa says, shrugging. The kiss was objectively good, both in sync and skilled, but still not quite right.

“You don’t have to apologize,” Kiyoomi says honestly, and means it. There is no reason for him to be sorry at all.

“I know I can never be Iwaizumi for you,” Oikawa smiles softly and Kiyoomi smiles back.

“I think we’re going to be great friends Kiyo-kun,” Oikawa says, with no room for argument in his tone.

“We went from Kusa-kun to Kiyo-kun?” He asks.

“Yes, I think after everything I get the first name privilege,” Kiyoomi thought it might be weird after but they stood there with their foreheads pressed against each other, both laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. Just being together rather than alone made the weight they carried a little easier for a moment.

In his element, like this, honest, kind, and sincere Oikawa was someone you were safe with. While Atsumu’s life was full of precarious and uncertain circumstances, Oikawa was a solid force that showed up. Kiyoomi needed consistency in his life, he thrived off of that. So why couldn’t he separate Atsumu from the idea of Atsumu in his head even when faced with someone so clearly better for him?

“We are clearly both going through shit and I haven’t been to many places in Tokyo, you wanna get outta here and you can show me around?” Oikawa asks, eyes narrowing as if he could tell the direction the spikers' thoughts had gone.

“Yeah, why not.” Kiyoomi agrees, because not only one but two perfect men were put in his life but placed just out of reach.

—

Atsumu goes to take a sip of his drink and comes back empty. He’s sweating from all the bodies pressed together, so he excuses himself to get a refill from the bar.

“I’m going to get another drink,” He says, in the girl's ear as he brushes her hair back.

“Come back after,” she says as she grinds her ass back hard on all the right places.

“Of course babygirl,” Atsumu says, meeting her motions to seek out friction for a moment before weaving his way out of the crowd. Damn he loved the Olympics. A get together of horny athletes happy to never see each other again.

While the bartender makes his drink he leans his back against the bar, looking out at the sea of faces. He notices a balcony he didn't see before and spots a familiar figure looking out at the night sky. Sakusa. Unsurprising as this event sounds like his personal hell. Sakusa turns so his back is no longer toward Atsumu and his lips are moving. Atsumu moves a few steps to the left to get a better view of the balcony and is surprised to see someone who looks like Oikawa Toru in conversation with Sakusa. Unlike Sakusa, Oikawa seems like someone who would be at the party flaunting the medal and not hidden away outside.

Atsumu hates surprises, hates not knowing things, that’s why it feels like a kick to the gut when he sees Sakusa and Oikawa kiss. The kiss isn’t a heated or sloppy make out; it's meaningful and intimate. Touch adverse Sakusa has Oikawa’s cheek cupped with one hand, his thumb stroking gently. Oikawa has both arms wrapped around Omi’s neck, fingers playing with the black curls idly. The kiss hasn’t stopped. Omi allowed it, and was continuing it. Something akin to heartburn makes Atsumu feel physically sick, his body rejecting what he’s experiencing.

When the kiss finally stops, they pull back to rest their foreheads against each other. Something about the sincerity of their actions paralyzes Atsumu. Neither have drinks, they are purposely and consciously choosing this. Laughing like the party isn’t there.

“Miya-san,” A voice says, breaking Atsumu from his thoughts. He turns to see the bartender holding out a drink

—

Hajime honestly had no clue what the group's conversation was currently about. His eyes scanned the crowd looking for Oikawa. Not that he would admit it, but he had thought the setter would be hovering around like he used to. Secretly Hajime’s heart was so full with pride for his best friend’s win today. Secretly, the lack of appearances had him aimlessly looking around all night.

“Isn’t that right Hajime,” Akira says next to him, placing a wet kiss on his cheek. Snapping back into the conversation he nods, in agreement to who knows what. He can see the tight lipped smile she shoots him, telling him that his zone out isn't as subtle as he thought. Hajime gives an apologetic smile and fixes his sagging arm around her waist.

“Sorry, have you seen Oikawa?” Hajime asks the first teammate of his he spots. The middle block takes a moment to understand his poor pronunciation.

“No, last I heard he had gone out to get some air about 40 minutes ago.” Emil responds, thankfully in english.

Hajime halts in time to see Oikawa kiss Sakusa Kiyoomi. At first Hajime squints to make sure he isn’t seeing things because that combination doesn’t make sense in the best of times let alone a party where they gravitate towards polar opposites. Oikawa has had partners in the past, Hajime has met a fair few of them, but none of them had been serious. Volleyball had captured Oikawa’s heart since he was a kid and no one and nothing else could compete. His friend had never seemed too bummed about the short flings and hookups and Hajime had assumed that was all he wanted. This kiss was different. He had seen enough kisses, kissed enough people, and more importantly knew Oikawa Toru enough to see the gentle intimacy in the exchange. It wasn’t a sloppy party make out, Oikawa had calculated every outcome like he does with volleyball and chose to kiss Sakusa. Chose to wrap his arms around the taller spiker and smile in between the kisses. Sakusa’s hands came up to cup both of the setters' cheeks so carefully.

Hajime watched them laugh, foreheads pressed together, exchanging whispered words. Oikawa was like a star, so fucking bright and streaking across the galaxy. He couldn’t be contained, kept, or had. He was brilliant, annoying, cocky, loyal, and kind. No one got to be with Toru, he would only slip through your fingers; but here was Sakusa, physically holding Oikawa, and Oikawa was looking at him like no one else.

Iwaizumi Hajime knew he would never be able to keep up with Oikawa Toru, that eventually he’d slip out of reach, and he was okay with that because he’s been able to run beside him for over 2 decades. He’ll continue to run with everything in him to stay there until his lungs give out. Yet he thought that the transition would be slow, like the sand falling in an hourglass. Oikawa would drift away and Hajime would get used to this – be able to prepare himself for this. He didn’t get to in the end.

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Tbc? Fin? That’s up to you.

[lakes-writting-rambles]

#1-3 mlb x sdr2 crossover

words: 1691

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( Nagito pov )

“So let me get this straight - you’re attached to some magic jewelry that can give me powers?”

“Yup, the power of destruction, now explaining this is too tiring, do you have any cheese?”

“Uhh maybe? Not sure… Let’s check-” - We head towards the kitchen and I open the fridge’s door. 

“Huh... you have gorgonzola, brie, etc but not a single camembert?! Urg- guess I'll have to do with… this,” - Plagg says with what I guess is a disgusted look on his face while he gesticulates vaguely with his hands(?)/paws(?).

“Excuse my inquiry, but how am I supposed to transform?” - Plagg, who was already chucking down the cheese that he supposedly disliked, stops for a second. - “You just gotta say ‘Plagg, claws out’ while wearing the ring.”

“Hmm…” - I fiddle with the ring that was now on my finger - “Plagg, claws out, huh-” - As I finish muttering, the cat deforms and flies into the ring screaming as his cheese falls back onto the table. 

Before I can really understand what happened, I see myself reflected in the fridge’s handle, I’m dressed in what seems like a mysterious leather-like material and (for some reason), I have cat ears. ‘I guess it makes sense since my “kwami” is a cat…’

I feel something on my back, it feels like some sort of tube - I grab it and when I bring it back I notice that the suit covers even my fingernails, which are thematically extended to mimic cat claws. The tube has a paw-shaped green button that I impulsively click. 

That seems like some sort of tutorial… I should probably read up on it.

( Hajime pov )

“UHH FUCK NO????” - I stare incredulously at the flying thing in front of me. - “Did I fucking die trying to save that old dude? That would be so pathetic- fitting for me, sure- but kinda disappointing. Oh god am I in a coma?? That’s still really pathetic and I'd have to deal with fucking Natsumi laughing at me if I ever wake up-”

“Hajime, please, trust me, you’re not dead- I know it might sound unbelievable but it’s all true! I’m Tikki, the kwami of creation, and you’re my new wielder!” - The creature looks cheerful- good for them, but it’s kinda creepy. - “Now, I think you’ll only believe me after seeing, so, why don’t you try putting on the earrings and saying ‘Tikki, spots on!’?”

“I don’t think I really have an option anyway…” - I analyze the earrings, deciding if I should put them on or not - ‘today I left without any earrings, so wouldn’t people be suspicious? That is if anyone even pays attention to my ears… whatever, I’m not gonna get anywhere with this.’ - “Tikki, spots on!”

Just as the… thing… said, I see that same tint of light appear, covering my entire body.

“...I don’t really feel any different…”

I look into my room’s mirror and see that I suddenly find myself in a really corny ladybug outfit - was this really the best I could come up with-? Suddenly I understand why my parents want me to hang out with people more in touch with fashion. 

I notice my chest feels lighter and my breathing is freer… - ‘I guess Tikki did say it would transform me into whatever I imagined… suddenly this doesn’t feel that bad…’ - Then I see that there’s a little ball-like thing strapped to the belt of the suit, I grab it and notice that the black dot in the middle looks like a button. - ‘I think Tikki told me about this… there should be some sort of guide here…’

( Nagito pov )

‘Okay… I think I got most of it.’ - When I finish reading and head towards the window - according to the manual (can I even call it that?), this stick should extend if I click it like this… - “Huh!”

I feel surprisingly more agile in this…

“Alright! Here goes nothing-!”

I throw my weight along with the extended stick - I fly out the window and feel a kind of freedom I hadn’t felt since… ever, really. I try thinking of what to do next - ‘should I try heading somewhere? Maybe the Eiffel Tower? Never been to it, surprisingly enough…’ 

The wind breezes through my hair, which now that I pay attention to it, is stuck in a half-up.

( Hajime pov )

“Yeah, no fucking way I'm trusting a yoyo and jumping off a balcony,” - ‘but how do I get down from here without seeming like I’m an insane person to all my neighbors..?’ - nothing comes to mind, except… - ‘Maybe the fire escape…? Feels a bit dumb, though-  but, I guess it’s my best option…’

With my mind made up, all in me wishing that no one was looking in this general direction, and trying to ignore how hot my face felt at the thought of running down the stairs like a little kid, I head toward the window where I can find the fire escape, and after what seemed like an infinite amount of floors, I reach the ground. 

“Okay… so how should this work..?” - with the yoyo still in my hand I try investigating more about it, even if I don’t think it’ll lead me anywhere. - ‘There’s a light pole right there… you know what? fuck it’.

With my last thought before my inevitable demise, I throw the yoyo towards it, seeing it wrap around the pole with a firm grasp.

I pull. 

“wHAT THE SHIIIIIIII–” - I faceplate onto the pole.

( Nagito pov )

‘The city looks so pretty from here’ - as I barely finish the thought I see some sort of red and black dot practically smash itself against a light pole. - ‘ouch- I should probably check on them-’

As I head there, I see them trying again - like what? 2? or 3 times? Before finally giving up and just laying on the floor. 

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Did I hit my head so hard that I’m seeing a fucking catboy?”

“Nope, I am very much real, to your probable distaste-” - their eyes are a bit closed due to the sun hitting their face.

“At least I don’t have a concussion.” - they sit up and scratch their head.

“Not sure that’s a good idea considering the number of times you hit your head-”

“I’m fine, actually - these are supposed to be indestructible or something.”

“I assumed since you only have the mask protecting your face you’d have been injured- since, well, I’m pretty sure you’re not indestructible.” - I extend my hand to help them up. 

“I’m honestly too freaked out about the entire thing to think about specifics, man” - he reaches for it, and now our faces are mere centimeters apart. 

I’ve never been one for romance, sure I’ve seen attractive people and wondered how it’d be to date them, but it was always a quick thought - this time… this time it seems different, their eyes are a pretty hazel/green, a dark brown hair that looks silky, their lips are full and a pretty reddish pink, their outfit was surprisingly okay considering the theme they were given - the black spots of the outfit filled at the edges, like hands and feet, giving the impression that there were gloves/boots, their belt accentuates their hips and, honestly, just wow. - ‘I… I should stop starring- it probably comes off as rude or perverted-’ - I gulp - “fair enough.”

( Hajime pov )

The person in the catsuit seems to blush. Gotta say, their eyes are beautiful, the white of their hair and eyelashes makes their blue-greyish eyes pop against the black mask. I’m assuming they know as much as I do about this whole miraculous thing. Their outfit is pretty alright, but is it just me, or does their outfit kinda look like Hatsune Miku-? The black/grey/greenish aesthetic is the main thing leading me on that route - well and the cat ears also kinda look like the hair loop thingies,, ‘maybe I should just stop comparing them to Hatsune Miku-’ - either way, the main part of the suit is a light black, their outfit seems to have thicker gloves and boots and their knees and elbows have silver protection it also has green highlights all over that help give it some style. There’s a huge ass belt tied around their hips.

( Nagito pov )

Our borderline staring competition is interrupted when I suddenly remember - “Uhh what’s your name? If you don’t mind me asking- of course. Oh, and pronouns-”

“I don’t think you mean like, my actual name- but I haven’t come up with anything, to be honest. My pronouns are he/him, though.”

“I haven’t come up with anything either - my pronouns are he/they.” 

“Alright- I’ll just call you… Actually, never mind- everything I could come up with reminded me of some sort of discord mod- and I think we’d both want to avoid whatever that’d be.”

“I’m awful at nicknames, so I probably wouldn’t be able to come up with anything better… Just call me, I don’t know- black cat…?”

“Yeah, sure- very creative, Chat Noir.” - He stops for a bit. - “Call me Bug, for now- that would suck as a permanent hero name, though… heh.” 

“Why did we even get these, though… I mean, I’m assuming you know about as much as I do.”

“I read what I could find on the guide thing on my supposed weapon. Don’t know anything other than that.”

“Same, same” - Bug stops and looks pensive. - “Did anything out of the ordinary happen to you lately?” 

“That is a tough question, I guess…” - ‘should I even tell him this?’ - “My life isn’t exactly ordinary- please don’t think trash such as myself is being arrogant, I meant that in the worst way possible-”

“Relax- Okay, so we won’t get any answers if we can’t compare the results… Shit… Okay, let’s not bother with that right now, then.”

“Should we get to know each other’s identities? Scum like me doesn’t deserve to request that, of course- but I think it’d make things easier in case of an emergency-”

“Pfft what kind of emergency? Some sort of supervillain?”

We hear an explosion.

“OH, COME ON-”

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chp. 0 > chp. 1 pt 1 > chp. 1 pt 2 > chp. 1 pt 3

[kurosukii]

𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞

pairing: hanamaki takahiro, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, oikawa tooru x f!reader

summary: every sorority has their own form of initiation; it just so happens that the initiation rites of the sorority you’re pledged to requires the assistance of a certain fraternity.

genre: smut, frat au

warnings: 18+. dubcon, gangbang, objectification, sleazy and slightly misogynist seijoh 4 (they’re frat boys duh), corruption, virginity loss, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, reader is blindfolded, exhibitionism, voyeurism, size kink, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), face-fucking, facial, bukkake, handjobs, dacryphilia, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, pussy slaps, nipple play, degradation, praise, creampie, cumplay

word count: 8.3k

author's note: (this fic is also known as sororitite <3) um so i didn't think it would be this long....but whatever it's seijoh four anyway <333 remember to stay away from frat boys if they're not 2d ! ! ! please let me know if i missed any warnings! (MINORS DNI)

no beta fly high 🕊🕊🕊

[9:15 PM]

“you really know how to pick your pledges, emi-chan.”

the smooth and lilting voice makes you shiver involuntarily, causing goosebumps to rise over your arms as you hug yourself. your bare feet nervously shuffle over each other as you bite your lower lip in anticipation.

you’re sure you wouldn’t have reacted this strongly over a voice if it weren’t for the fact that you’re just in your matching set of underwear in a room full of people—boys—you don’t know, save for your future sorority president.

what makes matters worse is that you’re blindfolded with a thick black cloth that emi made you cover your eyes with just before you entered the door. temporarily losing your eyesight already made you jumpy, but it’s the fact that you’re half-naked in a room with college boys that’s making you more apprehensive.

and for what? because it’s all part of the initiation to a sorority you don’t wholeheartedly want to be a part of?

it sucks being a naïve freshman who got warped into the webs of greek life after a few choice words and most likely empty promises of ‘sisterhood’, but to someone like you who always wanted to feel a sense of belonging, emi’s warm eyes and saccharine words sealed the deal.

you just wish you knew what kind of initiation her sorority had before you pledged yourself to it. is this even legal?

you have an inkling on what’s going to happen which makes you scared and deep down, kind of excited? the little angel on your shoulder is telling you to scurry out of here while the devil on the other side is coaxing you to stay, to accept what’s going to happen. after all, did you really experience college if you didn’t do something wild at least once? is what the little red girl is saying and judging by how your feet are still rooted on the cold floor, it’s safe to say who won over your brain, isn’t it?

“where are your pledges, huh?”

gauging by the whiny tone of her voice, you can picture emi with her arms crossed, accentuating her assets paired with her signature pouty bottom lip jutting out. a deeper, more gravelly voice cuts in and you can’t help but incline your head to his direction as you try to form a face in your head. your movement doesn’t go unnoticed, however, because you feel the bed dip on either side of you as two large and warm hands rest on your bare thighs.

their heated touch makes you jump, letting out a small noise as your temporary blindness makes all your other senses more intense.

“you got a voice kink or something?” the raspy voice in your right ear makes you jerk away from the proximity, but not before bumping into another warm body on your other side.

“stop teasing her, dude. look at how the cute thing is shaking,” a softer, more laid-back voice quips in, making you whimper as he bites your earlobe between his teeth.

“but i gotta say, sweetheart. your bra and panties are sexy as fuck. you wore this for us?” he whispers sultrily against your ear, his fingers playing with the thin strap of your bra as he drags it down your shoulder, making you whine as he presses soft kisses on your flushed skin.

you’re not used to attention like this. no one has even touched you like this at all, for fuck’s sake. but his trail of questioning is cut short when someone clears their throat, and you just know it’s the guy who kick started this.

“anyway, they’re off doing their own initiation,” he says boredly, pausing for effect as your ears catch the tell-tale signs of moaning and thumps against the wall, making your hot skin flush even more. the guy toying with the waistband of your panties scoffs, and you can imagine him rolling his eyes from the tone he’s using towards your president.

“that could be us and this cute little pledge right here too, if you hadn’t insisted on joining in ‘dropping’ her off. is she your kid or something?”

“fuck off, dickhead.”

emi’s choice words make you wince but the four guys in the room are undeterred, and she huffs even more when the one she gave an attitude to just chuckles at her. if you aren’t wearing your blindfold now, you’d see how there’s practically steam coming right out of her ears.

“run along, emi-chan. we know what we’re doing here. you don’t have to worry,” the smooth voice attempts to placate her, but it backfires because you hear her make an angry noise as her heels click against the floor.

“you told me that you’re just going to watch, not participate!”

“i don’t recall saying anything like that at all, emi.”

“fuck you, tooru!” she shouts at one of them before she closes the door with a resounding slam. one of them sigh heavily as they get up and lock the door, effectively making sure that you won’t be interrupted.

the two boys on either side of you chuckle at emi’s spectacle, but are not unphased by her actions, seeing as they have yet to keep their hands and mouths off of you.

“she’s mad that you didn’t fuck her during freshman year when you were both pledges,” the raspy voice quips, his tone light and teasing. ‘tooru’ sighs as he clicks his tongue and you hear him walking over to where you’re being teased and touched. even without seeing him, you know he’s looking down at you, at your parted lips, flushed cheeks, and slightly heaving chest.

“it wasn’t my choice. she got to fuck the president at the time anyway, didn’t she?” he says as he lightly caresses your cheek, the intimate action making you lean your head into his palm.

if you could see him right now, you’d see that his brown eyes are glowing with mischief as a smirk graces his handsome face.

“let’s cut the crap with this blindfold shit, emi won’t know anyway. right, pretty girl?”

just as he says it, the guys on either side of you pull on the ribbon tails that emi tied. you make a small sound as the thick cloth is ripped away from you and your eyelids twitch from the sensation of light hitting them.

“open those eyes for me, yeah?”

you follow him, fooled by the softness in his voice as you rub your eyes, slowly opening them as you adjust to the dim yellow-orange lighting of the room. when your eyes finally fall into focus and the blurriness dissipates, the first thing you notice is the shirtless, tall, and lean form of whom you vaguely know as oikawa tooru, the current president of the gamma zeta nu fraternity—allegedly emi’s boyfriend.

judging by how the room doesn’t look like a regular frat boy’s den, it’s probably his, which brews even more discomfort inside of you because you know…you’re half-naked in the room of your sorority president’s boyfriend.

you gape at him, confusion swirling in your head as you try to make sense of everything. you clear your throat, gulping down a multitude of questions threatening to burst from you.

“but…but we’re supposed to keep it on since we have to guess the order of who…you know,” you bite your lip as your voice trails off at the end of your sentence, face heating up even more at what you’re too embarrassed to say. the two boys beside you laugh as they lean back on their arms on the bed, while the brooding and unamused vice president—who you know as iwaizumi hajime—just watches the whole ordeal with an intensity that he’s infamously known for.

“then i guess you shouldn’t tell emi that you’re a bad girl who cheated, hmm?” oikawa taunts you as he boops your nose, relishing in your doe-eyed confusion and innocence. you’re a stickler for the rules, huh? he can’t wait to see just what you’re made of.

“besides there’s no fun in fucking a girl when you can’t see her eyes,” one of the boys from your side—mattsun—quips and you wince at his crudeness which makes his pink-haired best friend makki laugh at your uncomfortable body language. he doesn’t let up, however, joining mattsun in goading and teasing you. “for sure, there’s always something about a girl’s eyes when your cock first enters her pussy.”

oikawa quietly chuckles at his friends’ antics while iwaizumi grunts noncommittally. he wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t interested in indulging in whatever fucked up iniation rites they have going on, right? he’s an expert with the tough guy act, after all.

“something you’ll find out soon enough, sweetheart,” mattsun whispers in your ear and you gulp when both boys kiss the sides of your neck. your head is starting to swim and the warmth and softness of their lips is making your tongue loose, so you can’t help but blurt out and stutter the one question that’s been plaguing your mind. it doesn’t help that oikawa is just standing in front of you—the guy who you have so many questions for.

“a-aren’t you emi’s b-boyfriend? she’s…she’s clearly not okay with this,” you say weakly and that seems to break mattsun and makki from their mission of melting you into a puddle because they all laugh—even iwaizumi—who leaves you just a teensy bit star struck because of how handsome he looks while laughing.

“sure, if your definition of a boyfriend is someone who fucks anything with a pulse,” iwaizumi replies after his chuckles die down, his eyes still crinkling at the sides with the corners of his lips slightly upturned. he regards you with his dark and deep green eyes, making you shiver at the intensity with which he observes your half-naked and flushed body.

“emi’s just obsessed with him, doll,” he informs you, eyes boldly checking you out. “but i think we know why emi tagged along today,” iwaizumi smirks to himself, as if he’s satisfied with what he has seen and discovered.

“she’s worried cause you’re competition,” oikawa reveals, which doesn’t help at all because you’re even more confused than before. makki and mattsun groan at your lack of awareness, guess they have to take matters into their own hands. literally.

“i mean look at you, you’re sexy and hot as fuck,” mattsun whispers in your ear, but his words fly over your head because you whimper when his hand cups your barely covered pussy, his middle finger gently stroking your slit through the fabric.

“bet you’re a virgin too, huh?” makki adds, having changed his position on the bed until his bare chest is pressing against your back, which isn’t the only thing that’s pressing against you, by the way. his hands cup your tits, slender fingers softly pulling and tweaking your nipples until they’re hard and pointed.

their groping and petting has you moaning into the air, your breathing turning into pants as your eyes gloss over. oikawa and iwaizumi observe the turn of events with great interest, not even bothering to hide the tenting of their shorts.

“the virgins always turn out to be the sluttiest.”

iwaizumi’s words make you whimper and before you can even stop yourself, you whine as you push your hips towards mattsun’s hand, your pussy throbbing at the new sensations you’re receiving. your back arches until makki has the perfect grip on your tits, making him bite your earlobe as he tries to stifle his groan.

oikawa clears his throat loudly and the two of them stop moving, and your foggy pleasure-ridden self whimpers at the loss of stimulation. the brunette coos at you, his voice a bit strained.

“before things get really heated, you’re on the pill right?” he questions you seriously, which instantly clears your hazy mind as you address him square in the eyes.

“y-yes—”

“good, cause we don’t like to use condoms.”

“raw feels better anyway, baby. you’ll see what we mean,” mattsun says sultrily, teasing you even further by applying more pressure on your dampening pussy, his middle finger drawing lazy circles on your slit.

“are you down for getting creampied?” iwaizumi asks bluntly and you jolt from the seriousness and richness of his voice, letting out a small whimper when you see just how burning his gaze is. even so, his expression doesn’t match what he says because it’s as if he’s asking you a life or death question, not something so lewd.

you’re more nervous than ever, your feet rubbing against each other as you recall the less than friendly videos you indulge yourself in, remembering just how appealing it is for you when you see trails and strings of white leak from utterly spent cunts. you’ve fantasized about it more than you would like to admit, but there’s no turning back, is there? not when it’s being offered to you so openly.

the flush on your cheeks becomes hotter and you’re burning like a furnace. you just can’t help but bite your lip and nod meekly, your head falling back into a sigh when makki’s breath ghosts over the shell of your ear as he squeezes your tits.

they all groan when you nod, their bodies and cocks becoming stiffer as they imagine the myriad of positions that they can do to shoot their load into your willing pussy.

“see? fucking told you. virgins are sluts,” iwaizumi groans through gritted teeth, shamelessly palming himself as he closes his eyes tightly. you’re filled with newfound warmth when you see the brooding man’s unabashed reaction, a complete 180 from his stoic disposition from before.

oikawa clears his throat again, shaking his head as the mop of brown waves on his head become unruly from the action. he blinks once then twice, trying to keep himself composed—for now—to inform you of a very important detail. he walks closer to you until his shins bump against the foot of the bed while mattsun and makki sigh deeply, knowing it’s their cue to let the president have his way with you first.

mattsun swipes his finger one last time on your wet panties while makki pinches your nipples between his fingers. the simultaneous sensation makes you cry out and you can’t hide the pout on your lips when they pull away from you, leaving you panting and longing for more.

you really want to punch yourself for falling into the cliché naïve-freshman-girl-gets-fucked-by-a-group-of-seniors scenario, but can you really blame yourself? your resolve is not as strong as you would like it to be and god, the way they were touching you—it’s a miracle you didn’t cum then and there.

“we’re clean by the way, don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that,” oikawa assures you softly, his brown eyes staring down at you with faux innocence because whether you believed him or not, they’re going to fuck your virgin pussy one way or another. iwaizumi grunts in agreement, backing up his friend as he adjusts his position on the couch, rolling his eyes when the two mischievous boys join him.

oikawa’s gaze shifts down to the junction between your thighs, his brown eyes smoldering as he smirks at the darkened patch on your panties. your face heats in embarrassment as you close your legs abruptly, the evidence of your arousal and neediness clear as day for him to see. you look down on your lap when you hear them chuckle at your reaction, your face burning up more when mattsun and makki wolf whistle and say even dirtier things.

oikawa shushes them as he cups your cheek, his breathing even while his thumb rubs your warm skin. “ever sucked a guy off, pretty girl?”

you gasp at his question which gives him the opportunity to slip his thumb in your mouth, pressing it flat on your tongue. you make a small sound at the back of your throat and since you’re unable to speak, you hesitantly shake your head from side to side.

“fuck,” oikawa’s curse is long and drawn out as he tips his head back, exposing the milky column of his neck. his friends echo his reaction, their blood running even hotter at the inevitable fact that they’re going to ruin you and your “pure” image.

“wanna make a bet, makki?”

“you’re on, man. whoever makes her cum the hardest gets a pass on doing the laundry.”

the two shake on it while iwaizumi scoffs at their antics. your chest tightens at their nonchalance to your predicament and it shocks you how your virginity is equivalent to skipping chores to them. but again, you shouldn’t have expected so much from college frat boys, no matter how attractive they are.

oikawa glares at them, hissing at them to shut their mouths because he’s annoyed that your attention was taken away from him. he huffs to himself when he presses more firmly on your tongue, making you moan as you turn your focus back to him.

“so me and my friends are going to be your first everything, then,” he says matter of factly, his thumb rubbing circles on the muscle. you can feel your saliva pooling on your tongue with how long your mouth has been open. oikawa doesn’t wait for you to reply before he pulls his thumb out and shamelessly sucks it into his mouth, chuckling at your scandalized expression.

“we’re going to have so much fun with you, baby. bet you’re a fast learner too.”

“get on all fours,” he orders you as he widens his stance by the foot of the bed. you swallow the lump in your throat, your face hot with shame at how drool almost dropped from your open mouth. you hesitantly maneuver yourself, the sheets twisting as you shuffle on his bed.

one blink later and you find yourself face to face with the prominent bulge in his shorts and you bite your lip as you look up at him with wide eyes. oikawa clenches his jaw with a hiss at how innocent you look, his cock twitching as he takes in your expression.

the other boys lean back into the couch, getting comfortable at the show they’re about to watch. devilish smirks form on their faces because they know that oikawa’s self control is hanging by a very thin thread.

you weren’t born yesterday so you can tell by the quirk of his brow and the smolder in his brown eyes that he’s getting impatient at your snail’s pace, you’re about to sit on your haunches until he clicks his tongue and says a firm no.

your sigh is exasperated as you balance yourself on one hand, the other pulling down his shorts slowly. as they drop down to his ankles, you let out a surprised sound when you’re immediately met with his hard cock, pretty and pink and shining as it bobs against his abs, precum slowly leaking from the tip.

your face heats up when you remember the whispers of how pretty oikawa’s cock is and it’s embarrassing how you knew about the graphic description of his dick before you had an actual conversation with him—not like you’d be able to do any kind of talking with him at all.

he’s so hard that he’s twitching, the heat emanating from it is making your body hot with desire and anticipation. his hand takes hold of his cock, slowly stroking his shaft as it points towards you. suddenly you realize just how hungry you are and instinctively lick your lips. because you’re so near, the swipe of your tongue catches on his tip and he hisses with a throaty grunt as you moan softly at the slightly salty taste of his precum.

he quickly shakes it off and clicks his tongue in disapproval, clearly fed up with how slow you’re being. his fingers grip the strands of your hair, tugging at your roots with a firmness that makes you yelp.

“you don’t need to use your brain to give me a blowjob, sweetheart. just need your mouth and tongue,” he croaks impatiently, his other hand stroking himself. he shuffles closer to your mouth and taps your lips with his tip, precum making them slick and shiny, earning a soft moan from you.

thank heavens he’s blessed with the patience that he has, because if it were up to the three restless boys on his couch, your throat would’ve been filled up with cum by now. he’s only giving you so much leeway because he enjoys the inexperienced and nervous look in your eyes, which makes a light bulb in oikawa’s head go off.

his scrunched up expression turns into a sinister smirk, his grip on your hair becoming tighter. “tell you what, sweetie. since this is your first time, how about you let me do what i please? you don’t have to do anything but keep your mouth open and teeth tucked in. sound good, yeah?”

his offer entices you, your nervousness abating because at least, you don’t have to wrack your brain to remember blowjob tips and tricks the sorority sisters were talking about over brunch. with a new resolve, you keep your eyes trained on him as you open your mouth as comfortably as you can. all the boys groan at your display and oikawa wastes no time in putting his cock in your mouth eagerly.

“was it so hard to just open your mouth? you wanted to hear me say that i’m going to fuck my dick down your throat, is that it?” he groans, not bothering to make you adjust to his size before he hits the back of your throat, making you gag and tears spring into your lash line. your surprised whimper is muffled and your hands hold on to his firm thighs, nails leaving red crescent marks on his milky skin as he starts to thrust into your mouth.

“fuck, you’re even prettier with your lips wrapped around my cock,” oikawa moans, eyes glazed over as he watches tears run down your cheeks, mixing with the drool and precum seeping from the sides of your mouth. he raises his knee on the bed, resting his weight on the mattress as he pushes you further to the middle of the bed, fucking your mouth like how he fucks needy and slutty holes.

“yeah, you like getting used like this? like a fucking cocksleeve?” he grunts through gritted teeth, sweat building on his hairline as he breathes heavily. as if your face and mouth aren’t messy enough, oikawa spits on his shaft and it’s so unnecessary because his cock is already slick with tears and drool, making him glide easily as your jaw aches from his thrusts. he did it because the mess turns him on, especially with the sounds of you gagging on his dick. he wants to wreck you.

your eyes are crossed and blurry as muffled moans and cries vibrate against his cock; you’re not used to getting treated like this, you’ve never been treated like this at all but judging how your pussy is aching from neglect, it turns you on as well.

too engrossed by letting oikawa fuck your throat, you don’t see or hear mattsun crawling behind you. his smirk is devious, dark eyes burning a hole through your practically translucent panties. his large hands rest on your ass, causing you to jerk from his hot and rough touch.

your instinct tells you to look back and see who’s behind you but oikawa doesn’t allow it. in fact, his grip tightens in your hair and his thrusts become faster, his balls slapping against your chin as his plush lips part into loud groans. meanwhile, mattsun plays with your panties, pulling them up until the crotch part of the fabric becomes a thin wet string and it rubs on your clit.

your whine is high-pitched and muffled as you kick your legs. he lightly slaps your thigh, silently telling you to stop being so skittish. he sighs dreamily when your juices leak out of you, his hands pulling your panties back and forth as he rubs your slit with it.

“you guys should see how fucking wet she is,” he groans, eyes round with lust as he teases your cunt with his fingers. he bends down, your body shaking from oikawa’s thrusts. “her pussy’s pretty like her, too. you’re so damn hot, baby.”

it’s the last thing he says before slapping your ass, making you arch your back as his hands squeeze the jiggling skin. your body lurches as your eyes flutter from the sting of his palm before he slips the flimsy fabric to the side and licks a broad wet stripe along your folds.

the two boys on the couch watch the spectacle with different expressions—iwaizumi biting his lip as he watches spit and drool dripping down your chin and makki sulking on the couch with a childish pout on his face because he lost to mattsun in rock, paper, scissors on who gets to eat you out first.

your head swims as your loud cries are garbled and lost to oikawa’s cock, feeling mattsun’s lips wrap around your aching clit. your tear stained eyes flutter when he sucks it loudly into his mouth, the vibrations of his groans going straight to your pussy.

the new and pleasant sensation of having someone eat your cunt gets your body trembling with pleasure and when he shakes his head from side to side with his clit in your mouth, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moan around oikawa’s pistoning cock, your hands gripping his thighs as your nails leave red welts on his skin. your body’s moving back and forth as your hips undulate against mattsun’s skilled mouth, chasing the flicks and swirls of his tongue.

your cries are pained when he lets it go with a loud pop, a strained groan leaving the curly haired boy’s throat as his cock throbs in his shorts. “you’re already this wet from getting your face fucked? fucking whore.”

you whine at his mean words, quickly jerking when he slaps your ass in quick succession until you feel a cold ball of spit on your folds, shivering when it slides down to the opening of your pussy. mattsun goes back to eating you enthusiastically and you can’t help but continuously moan at the attention your cunt is receiving.

oikawa’s groans are in sync with yours as he feels the tightening of his abdomen, signaling that his orgasm is close. with the way your moans vibrate around his cock, he’s not going to last any longer. he wants you to see him cum down your throat, fill your mouth with his seed, so he shakes your head with his tight grip, prompting you to widen your hooded eyes.

“look at me when i cum, baby. i’m s-so clo—fuck!” he ends his sentence with a shout and his cum spilling in your mouth unexpectedly. there’s not a lot of things that surprises oikawa and makes him cum like that, but you caught him off guard with your fucked out expression and naughty hands, the pupils of your eyes blown wide as you hollowed out your cheeks and fondled with his balls—just like how emi advised you.

“when you’re sucking a guy off and you know he’s about to cum, look at him with ‘fuck me’ eyes and play with his balls—that’ll get him to cum like a little bitch boy.”

oikawa pulls out his cock with a loud and wet pop, the rest of his cum spilling down your lips as you struggle to swallow most of it, courtesy of mattsun eliciting pornographic moans from your throat.

speaking of the devil, he doesn’t give you time to smugly relish the shocked and blissed out expression on oikawa’s face because he flips your body with strength that knocks the wind out of your lungs, making you yelp as your back hits the bed. he adjusts your ruined panties to the side, continuing to make a mess of your pussy. now that your mouth is free—although sore and with the heavy taste of cum—your moans can be heard clearly as your legs thrash around, your body squirming and grinding against mattsun’s mouth.

“she learned that from the sorority, didn’t she?” iwaizumi asks with a chuckle, pertaining to what you did to make his best friend cum. oikawa doesn’t grace him with a reply, too hypnotized by your broken cries and moans as your fingers tangle in mattsun’s hair. not like iwaizumi cares, because he doesn’t tear his eyes away from your writhing body as mattsun gives you the second best head you’re going to receive in your life.

‘second best’ because you haven’t had him in between your legs yet. and when he does, when you let him have his way with your pussy, mattsun’s head game is going to pale in comparison.

his lewd train of thought gets cut off when you let out a choked scream, making his cock jump at the shrill and pleasured sound. iwaizumi can see mattsun’s arm moving quickly, and from this angle he can tell that mattsun’s got two fingers up your sweet cunt. he grunts at the good view of your face twisted in pleasure with drying cum on the corner of your lips.

“o-oh mattsun! that’s too much—oh my god—feels too good!”

mattsun lifts his head from your pussy, his chin shiny with his saliva and your juices, eyes hooded as his thick fingers scissor inside of you, curling and uncurling against your sweet spot.

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he says with a lazy smirk. “your cunt’s squeezing my fingers…wonder what this feels like around my fat cock,” he hums to himself, watching your hips buck against his hand.

“your pussy’s so tight, sweetheart. do you even touch yourself?” mattsun says with a mocking tone but he doesn’t give you time to answer because he curls his fingers harshly and dives his head to pay attention to your pulsing clit. his tongue swirls around the swollen bud, kitten licks against it as he bobs his head before sucking it into his mouth and curling his fingers at the same time. the knot in your lower stomach snaps, your vision becoming blurry as you arch your back and tug on mattsun’s hair.

“fuckfuckfuck i think i’m gonna—!”

you don’t even finish your sentence because your voice breaks off into a scream, your vision genuinely blacking out as your body convulses, thighs shaking around his head. you’re shaking like a leaf, brain going dizzy as your legs cramp from curling your toes too much. mattsun groans against you, his tongue slurping up your juices, coating his tongue with your sweet and tangy taste.

you’re a mess of whimpers and hiccups as you weakly push his head away from you, making him chuckle at your fucked out expression. he licks one long and wet stripe along your pussy before sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“how’s that for a first orgasm, sweetheart?”

makki scoffs at his friend’s smug tone, huffing to himself as he stands from the couch to make his way over to you. mattsun laughs as he sees the pink haired boy hop on the bed with you still flat on your back and brain still clouded in your post-orgasm haze.

“think you can beat that, makki? remember our bet,” mattsun taunts him with a singsong voice as both boys switch positions. their eyes catch the dark and wet patches on the front of their shorts and you half expect them to make fun of each other, adding to their banter but instead, they chuckle and high five each other. you frown at their immature display. boys.

your distasteful expression quickly turns into a surprised one because each boy gropes your clothed tits and squeezes them in their big hands. “your tits are so soft, baby. you’ll let us fuck it, right?”

you answer them with a squeak as they grope your chest one last time before they turn your body. oikawa slides in at the head of the bed, chest heaving with one hand wrapped around himself as he lazily strokes his cock, watching you as they set your head down on his crossed legs.

iwaizumi joins the foray with mattsun and makki on either side of your body. you’re caged on all sides by four hot guys, all with rippling bodies and lustful gazes. you’re a prey who tumbled in the lion’s den and it’s evident with the way iwaizumi holds your ankles, keeping you down on the bed.

it’s the first time he’s touching you and you sigh from his big and warm hands—even if he’s keeping your legs spread for his friend whose hand is slowly trailing down from your tits, your stomach, then to your soaked panties. it feels uncomfortable, the fabric sticky and wet on your skin. it’s embarrassing and the feeling in your chest worsens because makki points it out.

“you still have this thing on?” he groans as he pulls on the waistband, the elastic snapping against your sensitive skin. “lucky for you, i like your panties, no matter how ruined and wet they are.”

“looks pretty on this pussy anyway,” he whispers to himself, and you whine loudly when he doesn’t waste any more time when he slips them to the side and inserts two of his fingers inside your walls.

“makki! s-slow down!” you cry out, eyes fluttering when the loud squelches of his fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt rings loudly in your ears. all four boys groan at obscene sounds you’re making, iwaizumi’s grip tightening on your ankles as your hips buck wildly to chase makki’s rhythm.

but he doesn’t slow down, too deep in his desire to make a complete mess out of you. their eyes are hazy as they watch you whimper and thrash around the bed with your hands tangled in the sheets, your face contorting into a scrunched expression as you try to tone down your volume, but to no avail because makki’s other hand finds your pulsing clit.

both oikawa and mattsun take the opportunity to pull the straps of your bra down your shoulders, pulling down the cups of your bra until your tits are exposed to the air. mattsun bends down to your left breast and takes the nipple into his mouth, groaning as he gives it the same treatment like what he did to your pussy earlier.

oikawa opts to twist and pull on your other nipple instead, making it harden and peak as your moans become broken and whiny from the added stimulation to your body. your eyes close tightly, mouth open as continuous cries of pleasure leave your throat.

“think you can cum harder for me than you did for mattsun?” makki asks as he rubs your clit harshly. you didn’t plan on replying to him but then the hand rubbing you slaps your pussy, his fingers catching on your clit, causing you to cry out and jerk, your wet walls clenching around his fingers.

“shit, you liked that?” makki asks in surprise, eyes widening at your reaction. “want me to do it again?” and he does do it again, several times, in fact. by the time he’s had his fill of rendering your clit swollen and numb, with you half heartedly begging for him to stop, his cheeks are pink and flushed.

“damn, little miss virgin likes getting her pussy slapped,” he teases you before he bends down and joins mattsun on your chest, sucking  your other nipple into his mouth. your hands fly to their heads, shaking fingers tangling in their hair as they lick and nibble on your tits. their techniques are different, but still pleasurable, nonetheless.

you whine as you tilt your head, your hair tickling oikawa’s legs while you attempt to kick out and shy away from iwaizumi’s iron grip on your ankles. your moans increase in volume when makki alternates between thrusting his fingers and his thumb applying pressure on your clit, rubbing it with long drawn out circles.

makki’s fingers have a certain finesse that mattsun lacks, probably because his fingers are longer and slender, hitting that spot at a certain angle that’s making you see stars. the sensation causes your vision to swim, and it doesn’t help that iwaizumi is staring at you with an intensity that makes your body tingle and tremble.

his large and warm hands keep you anchored to the bed and you cry out when both boys bite your nipple before soothing it with their tongues. makki pulls away and sits up straight, his eyes hungrily watching the way your cunt is greedily taking his fingers. copious amounts of your slick drenches his hand and wrist, forming a puddle underneath your ass as you try to squirm away from his fingers. from the expression on your face with your teary eyes crossed and your high-pitched cries, breaths panting like a bitch in heat, he can tell that you’re close.

“why don’t you cum and be a good girl for me?” he coos at you, his empty praise, along with the curling of his fingers and firm pressure on your clit has you crying out his name, both of your hands tugging on his arm while mattsun sucks your nipple harshly.

“m-makki!”

“fuck yeah—that’s it doll. cum all over my fingers,” makki moans, feeling your pussy pulse and suck them in as your cunt gushes all over him. your body is shaking as he pulls them out with a wet and lewd popping sound, causing you to whine in embarrassment.

his fingers are so wet and shiny, dripping with your release as he wipes it on your stomach, making you whimper at the sheen it leaves on your skin. he sucks them into his mouth, groaning unabashedly as he does so. mattsun mimics his movements, pulling away from your chest as he stares at your wet and leaking pussy.

makki takes hold of your thighs as iwaizumi finally lets go of your legs, noting how there’s marks of his hands on your ankles from stopping you from kicking. makki spreads your legs even further, showing off your gushing pussy to mattsun.

“i think i don’t have to do the laundry.”

“i gave you a head start, dumbass. oh, no pun intended.”

“shut up and move,” iwaizumi growls and the two instantly become quiet as they shuffle around the bed, positioning themselves on either side of you as they kneel on the ruined sheets. oikawa, who’s been quiet all this time—save for a few groans as he came from watching you cum—finally speaks up again.

“there’s a reason why iwa-chan’s been so calm ever since the start of this, sweetie. he knew he was going to be the one to pop your precious cherry,” he reveals with a lilting tone, watching in amusement at the shocked sound you made. you’re so screwed, literally.

“lucky bastard.”

“whatever.”

the two boys on either side of you mutter bitterly, and as if on cue, all three of them discard their damp shorts with eagerness that can only be attributed with frat boys who are about to get their dick wet. realization dawns on you and if your cheeks weren’t on fire before, then they definitely are now because you’re aware of how you’re literally surrounded by leaking and bigger than average cocks.

fuck, don’t even get started with what mattsun and iwaizumi are packing. it’s then you register that rumors weren’t just rumors and that every bit, every inch was true.

“yeah, yeah, these two got pornhub cocks…whatever,” makki pouts, his expression petulant as he holds his dick, squeezing the shaft as precum leaks from the tip. your gaze turns to it and it’s nothing to laugh at, either. it’s pretty and long, similar to oikawa’s.

iwaizumi scoffs, disregarding the comment as he nods to both of them. like clockwork, they each take hold of your ankles and raise your legs high up in the air until your thighs are folded towards your chest. the stretch in your legs makes you wince, whining as you fist the sheets. your lower half is bared for iwaizumi to scrutinize and you must be a sight right now, since your panties are ruined to the point of no return at this time.

iwaizumi chuckles deeply, enjoying the wide eyed look on your face as he takes hold of the waistband, ripping the fabric in two. your whimper is music to his ears as he makes a show of sniffing it before he throws it to the boys holding you open for him. the stuffy air breezes through your bared pussy, making you shiver in both anticipation and trepidation.

he does the same thing with your bra and throws it to oikawa who’s resting comfortably against the headboard. you’re completely naked right now and there’s an uncomfortable pit in your stomach because try as you might, you can’t even cover yourself because mattsun and makki took the liberty of holding both of your wrists as they guide your hands to their cocks with your tattered panties wrapped around it. the remnants of your bra are wrapped around oikawa’s too as he lazily strokes himself.

“shit, my cock looks even bigger in her hand,” mattsun moans, throwing his head back as he relishes the feeling.

“yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. stroke me and issei like that,” makki grunts, his hips gently thrusting into your hand that’s experimentally stroking them. they’re both so hot and heavy—mattsun infinitely heavier—with their shafts slippery with the leaking precum from their slit.

“her hand is so soft…feels so fucking good.”

both of them groan loudly as they thrust into your hand, the patterned fabric of your panties a stark contrast to your smooth and soft palms. the difference in stimulation makes them both shiver, their cocks throbbing and twitching as they squeeze your wrists tighter.

iwaizumi has had enough of their display because he nudges his large body between your legs, your focus immediately going to him. his cock is intimidating to be honest, it’s so big and menacing and the way his fingers barely meet each other as they wrap around him has nervousness brewing in your chest, tremors shaking through your body. it doesn’t help that oikawa is just snickering at your predicament.

“h-how will you f-fit—oh!”

your question doesn’t even have the time to register because iwaizumi slaps your swollen pussy with a heavy hand, making you cry out at the prickling pain. he pushes your legs open wider as he guides himself to your leaking hole. the fat head of his cock breaches past your lips and you can’t help but instinctively squeeze the two cocks you’re holding. their curses and groans mix with your loud and broken cries as your walls are stretched for the first time.

“i-iwaizumi, you’re s-so big—”

“not as big as me, doll,” mattsun quips with a throaty groan, but it quickly turns into a pained one when iwaizumi punches him on his arm.

“you’ll take my cock because i said so,” iwaizumi says through clenched teeth, his hands squeezing the back of your thighs as he eases his cock inside of you.

“open your pretty pussy for me, yeah?” he groans breathlessly, the tightness of your cunt literally knocking the breath out of him because of how you’re fluttering around him. his pleading words soothe you for the time being and your body follows through.

“shit—that’s it, that’s it. oh fuck, your virgin pussy is so fucking tight.”

“how does it feel, hmm? first time taking cock and it’s this big?” iwaizumi taunts you through your moaning and whimpering. just as he finishes his sentence, he bottoms out and you wail, tears pooling in your eyes because it hurts, but it hurts so good—the sting, the stretch, everything. the burning and tingling sensation has your tongue lolling out of your mouth, your eyes fluttering and crossing as you register the feeling of having something so big inside of you.

“i-i…”

“y-you,” he mocks with a sneer, voice deep with lust as he angles his hips. “that good, huh? can’t even speak properly, dumb slut,” he spits, pausing only for a millisecond before he starts thrusting, the squelches are so obscene, the accumulation of saliva and your juices ringing loudly as they join the slick sounds of cocks being stroked and pulled.

“s-stop c-calling me a s-slut!” you manage to whine and it makes iwaizumi raise a dark brow as his grip tightens on your thighs. he answers back by increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts, making your tits bounce even more on your chest.

“don’t be stupid, baby. that’s what you are—a stupid little slut who lets four guys—oh, fuck—use her like a toy.”

“i know you like the attention,” he continues, chest heaving in between grunts and pants. “bet you’re even willing to let mattsun fuck you with a cock like his.” the man in question groans louder at the thought, imagining your cute little pussy taking all of him.

“god, i can’t wait to see your slutty cunt take him.”

iwaizumi’s masculine groans go straight to your pussy, along with the image of you getting fucked by the cock you’re stroking rapidly on your left has you clenching involuntarily around his pistoning cock.

“oh you like that? felt your pussy clench around my dick when i said that,” he laughs at you, his thrusts becoming even heavier and deeper as he fucks you with a strength that has your entire body moving on the bed, your head bumping against oikawa’s legs.

“n-no, s-stop saying embarrassing stuff!”

“gonna fuck the shape of my cock in this stupid. little. cunt.” iwaizumi ignores your outburst, opting to shut you up by punctuating the last three words with thrusts so heavy that you can feel it in your throat.

“you’re so cute when you try to deny the truth, sweetheart,” oikawa cuts in, doing the talking for now since he can sense his vice president starting to lose his mind to your pussy.

“you’re in no position to talk. you’re folded in half, legs high up in the air with two guys holding you by the ankles—guys who you’re jerking off by the way.”

“and you got my vice president pounding your cunt with all his strength,” he continues with a moan, squeezing his balls as he drills the facts into your mushy brain.

“god, the sounds your pussy is making. bet the next room can hear how much of a dirty slut you are.”

“you’re servicing three cocks, isn’t that what a whore does, hmm?” he says as he leans forward, his other hand tugging on your hair. to be honest, you can’t hear half of what he’s saying. your sinful cries and little screams are drowning out his words and you can’t even find yourself to mind him, not with the way iwaizumi’s cock is deliciously gliding along your walls.

“look at iwa-chan’s cock, sweetie,” oikawa urges you, bending your neck forward. “look how much you’re creaming around him.” his hand moves from your hair to one of your folded legs, pushing your knees further apart so you can get a better look of iwaizumi fucking you.

his pelvis is shining with your slick and the base of his cock has a white ring from where he’s thrusting in and out of you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass while your combined juices leak from where the both of you are connected. you’re so dizzy from their lewd words, stimulation, and the feeling of the warm and small spurts from mattsun and makki over your chest and stomach.

the feeling of your past orgasms are catching up to you, feeling that you’re about to reach your peak again. for the last time, you hope. iwaizumi’s hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t even know existed, places only a cock like his could reach and it has your pussy quivering and pulsing. when the head of his cock hits that spot, there’s nothing stopping you from screaming.

“fuck, i’m cumming—oh my god!”

your scream triggers their own orgasms and you’re immediately met with warm and thick and sticky ropes of cum filling your pussy to the brim as well as staining your face and torso. all boys cum with a shudder, their bodies trembling from one of the most intense orgasms of their lives on greek row.

oikawa’s shameless as he kneels over you, squeezing out all his cum on your face, causing you to shut your eyes tightly with a whine. mattsun and makki are trembling while they spread their release all over your chest and stomach, groaning as they do so. they drop your boneless legs to the bed, numb from being held up for so long.

“fuck, we gotta take a picture of this.”

iwaizumi’s the last to react, too busy gathering his bearings from cumming so hard that his ears were ringing. his fingers gripped you so tightly that there’s marks of his nails on your skin. he groans as he pulls out of you, his cock coming out with a loud pop as fat drops of his cum drip from your battered pussy.

your whine is pained as you weakly push his hand away, too sensitive from getting played with, much less a finger being inserted to ensure that no drop goes to waste.

“that’s the best pussy i’ve ever fucked in my life,” he admits breathlessly, shakily lifting himself off of you. you whimper as you wipe your face, trying to sit up as you attempt to scoot away from them and the disgusting sticky sheets.

you haven’t even sat up properly before you’re rudely flipped to your stomach with mattsun’s tip hovering over your face and makki’s dexterous fingers raising your hips. mattsun’s smirk is devilish as his gaze falls on the disbelief and shock on your cum-stained face, his thick cock lazily spreading the trails of white on your cheeks.

“oh, you thought that was it? silly girl, we’re just getting started.”

[10:56 PM]

[sixosix]

Hii❤️❤️ if you’re taking requests, may I ask for a drabble (angst ofc) where the rest of seijoh 4 convince yn to break up with iwa bc his ex who they think is his soulmate is back in town? They look like they can be mean 🥹🥹

( ! ) angst w iwa :(, hurt/comfort, fluff w the three <3

( & ) also idk if u meant ‘mean’ by iwa’s ex or the boys so i did neither bc i didnt want to write yanderes 💀

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔

his finger slips under your chin, raising it enough for you to instinctively meet his eyes. “hey,” he murmurs.

“not now, t’ru,” you sniffle, tipping your chin away from his grasp. you probably look ugly right now, nose stuffy and eyes aching, but tooru doesn’t even question it.

“i know,” he sighs, “sorry. i heard what happened.”

ah, so that explains everything.

usually, tooru isn’t ever this gentle. he dives in face-first and doesn’t look twice. he breaks, but he mends himself back together again stronger than before—you wish you could be like him right now.

“you’re okay,” he coos into your ear. “you’re good. it’s not your fault. i’m sorry it had to happen this way.” he keeps going—too soft for even you to understand sometimes.

you chuckle, a wet and pitiful sound. “isn’t—isn’t haji— iwaizumi your best friend?”

tooru, observant as ever, lifts a brow at your switch of name. “between you and him, who do you think would need someone the most? i may be loyal, but i’m not an ignorant asshole, y/n-chan~!” he sings, smiling.

“screw them,” tooru exclaims, resting his forehead against yours, “you have me from now on, alright?”

you wonder if he means it in more ways than one.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐈

at the sound of footsteps, you scramble to grab your belongings and wipe away the tears on your stricken face.

but issei is faster. he catches your wrist and peers down at you with his usual face—save for the curious glint that sparks in his eye.

“we were only joking around when we said they were like soulmates,” issei states rather bluntly, faltering only slightly when your lip wavers at his admission.

“it still,” you sniffle, “still hurts. seeing them like that. thought i was— thought i was good enough.”

“you are,” issei says, and his earnestness almost catches you off guard. “iwaizumi’s ex is… a lot, you know. nothing like you.”

“is that a good thing when i got broken up with?” you laugh bitterly, warmth seeping from where he’s still holding you.

“if you think they’re meant to be, then wouldn’t you also be meant to be with the right guy this time?” issei quirks an eyebrow, a little playful. it’s always a glimpse of something when it comes to him.

“so you’re saying i should just—”

“let him go, y/n.”

for a guy that holds an expression as expressive as a blank paper, his presence is rather comforting right now.

“i’m glad you’re here, issei,” you mumble, and he pats your head. usually, you’d swat his hand away and stick your tongue out, but you can’t help but close your eyes and smile at the touch.

“anything for you,” issei whispers, and it turns into him running his fingers through your hair.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

“break up with him.”

you scrunch your nose, “takahiro—”

“i’m gonna be honest, y/n, i really don’t give a fuck about what excuse you’ll have for them,” he says, and though his face is carefully drawn away from any telling emotion, his words are like acid to the ears.

“i still… love hajime, i can’t just ignore that,” you tell him, frowning in confusion at the hostility so rare in takahiro’s voice boiling over.

“if you’d want to put up with someone’s ex who said that ‘you can’t compare’ just to be with him, that’s not love,” takahiro says, gently knocking his knuckles on your arm. “at least, not from iwaizumi, who didn’t do anything.”

you can’t help but grimace, nearly falling over from exhaustion. but takahiro catches you and lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

“it’s hard.”

takahiro sighs, “if you don’t break up with him, i will.”

you snort, a sound that surprises the both of you, “t-that’s not how it works, makki.”

you never called him that before, usually reserved for oikawa. but you must be a little too out of it to catch your slip.

“is this you trying to say ‘i’ll be here to help you’ in makki language?” you ask. it’s supposed to be a joke to make him laugh, too, but you’re too drained to let it hit.

his warmth is a blessing in the chilling air that’s been hanging heavy since you and iwaizumi fought. you lean closer and he lets you.

you two sit there, on the floor of the gymnasium, but neither of you pull away for even a second of hesitation.

his eyes soften impossibly. “looks like you already know the answer.”

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

“do you believe in soulmates?”

hajime’s face sours—whether it’s from guilt or contemplation, you wouldn’t know. he seemed like a completely person yesterday when they walked in the room and demanded his attention without a word.

but it’s not his fault. fate does not lie. red threads do not deceive the truth—just like you and iwa.

“i do,” he says, slowly, “but they’re not always right—”

“i don’t,” you say, eyes hazy and faraway, as if you can’t even hear him right now. “because i thought it was us.”

hajime’s fists tremble, the only betrayal to his strangely still composure. “it doesn’t mean anything,” he grits through a pinched expression as if he’s hurting himself as he says it.

“you may be breaking my heart right now, but that doesn’t mean you should also do it to them, iwaizumi,” you say, and he falters.

“i really did believe it, y/n,” iwaizumi says, but it’s hard to tell if it’s answer to your question or whatever was between the two of you.

but that doesn’t matter.

( & ) SORRY if this has mistakes i literally wrote this in one sitting. or well, lying. i’m still on my bed (^з^)-☆ reblogs and comments r soso helpful if u like these <3

[tatakaebomb]

Break a sweat

ꕥ Pairing : Hajime Iwaizumi x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : Who wouldn’t fuck personal trainer iwa?

ꕥ Word count : 1.9k

ꕥ TW : Rough sex, oral, orgasm denial, squirting, sexual thoughts, perversion, intrusion, corruption kink (?), dom/sub, pet names, sadism (?), brat taming, sexual themes, unprotected sex (as always), dumbification, public sex, exhibitionism, under preparation, y/n a lil flirt LOL, dom! iwa, hair pulling, probs a lot others but I cant really think of them just enjoy LOL, vulgar language, invasion of privacy, sexualising, contemplation, 18+

‘Ready?’

‘Ready as ill ever be.’

There you were, lifting weights in the gym as the man stood behind you, hands hovering round your waist as you watched yourself in the mirror, the way he bent lower with you to make sure nothing happened. The fact your ass was merely millimetres away from his crotch. You couldnt help from quietly laughing at the way you could see him analysing you in the mirror. Eyes trying their hardest not to linger around your ass, gaze attempting not to connect with the way your breasts swelled in your tight sports bra.

Iwaizumi and you had been working out together for around 6 months now. You found him on a gym sight and needed more help with getting your form correct, and what better help was there than a personal trainer.

You wont lie, the first time you saw him you had to compose yourself. You were not expecting someone as good looking as that. The way his muscles effortlessly stood out in his shirt as his whole body was in proportion. Eyes looking down to meet yours as you forced your jaw to not slack open.

You knew this relationship was strictly work based. But there was no harm in empty flirting right, making your back arch a bit more than it needs too, bending down a bit lower to grab the weight, your cleavage on full display for hajime’s gaze, small moans escaping your lips ‘harmlessly’ as you struggle to carry an extra 5kg.

‘99…100…Nice work y/n’

You dropped the weight and got up, sweating and exhausted from the weight you just carried, small high-five giving to iwaizumi from behind you, who didn’t look a slight bit tired.

‘Fuck- ah- my legs hurt so bad’ you ache. Wincing at the feeling of moving too fast.

‘Well considering how well in shape you are now that shouldn’t come as a surprise’

Harmless compliments coming from iwaizumi made you smile, it’s so fun teasing him, watching how hard he tries to compose his gentleman manner.

‘Are you flirting with me hajime’ you purred, bursting out laughing at the way he quickly turned away, walking towards the next section.

The routine was so simple, walk in, greet him, work out, stretch, stare at him, flirt with him, think about him.

Sure you cant talk for him but it’s enough to say there’s some sort of sexual tension between you two. The small remarks, slight winks, friendly conversations. It feels wrong for your ever lasting crush to be forced into something more. That’s why you must repress the feeling. Don’t make it anymore more than it’s not.

‘Think we’re gonna end off in stretches for today. You get started y/n I’ll go put the weights back’ nodding you bent over, touching your fingers to your knees as you clicked your back for some tension relief. You were unaware of him watching you from afar, seeing how your leggings cling to your skin, the curve of your ass defined even more through the sweat from leg day, the only reason he needed to move away was to make sure you didn’t see that growing tent in his pants. Hard boner over your figure, over how hard it is for him to not just want to bend you over and fuck you stupid right there and then.

‘Iwa could you come help me with this stretch, I can’t seem to get- f-fuck my leg straight’ you winced, knowing a muscle was about to be pulled if you pushed too hard. Looking at yourself in the mirror you noted to get more sports clothes, these ones almost tearing from how much you worked them out.

‘Cm’ here.’ He said, grabbing your leg and putting it over his shoulder, pushing it towards your chest as one arm was safely wrapped around your waist. You grabbed your foot with your hand as your other rested on his shoulder, fingers pushing into his skin as you groaned at the relief, pushing yourself on and off slightly, entrance so close to feeling his hard on. He grew more and more anxious by the second. Don’t think sexually of them. DONT. THINK. SEXUALLY. OF. THEM.

‘Shit- that feels so m-m-good’ you murmured, tongue caught between your teeth as you move to get off of him, smiling at him as you began getting more relaxed. Loud beats of faint rap music beat through the speakers as you both prepared for your next workout.

Core. The hardest for poor iwaizumi. The focus on you getting on your back and making circles in the air, or you pushing hard on the floor, elbows keeping your body up as your ass hung loosely in the air, whining getting louder the more you try resist falling, and when you do fall, the way your ass shakes is unmissible.

‘Y/N on your back, your doing sit ups.’

You never scoffed louder, it was your least favourite exercise, it hurt and made you get out of breath fast. But iwaizumi didn’t see it like that, he just saw it as an opportunity to see you up close and personal. ‘Professionally’ of course.

He crouched down to the floor, watching you hesitantly get lower as you end up just crossing your legs, sitting infront of him disobediantly.

‘You know iwaizumi, I’d think you like seeing me suffer’ you muttered, laughing at the thought of his winced face.

‘Huh? It’s for your own good, I don’t even know why you need a personal trainer, you were in good shape before I even met you.’

‘Aren’t you glad I did? Otherwise you would’ve never met me’ He wishes you never came.

‘Ha…a bit egotistical?’ He chuckled, seeing how you took your hair out of the pony tail and scratched your scalp, eyes looking up to meet his noticing the mischievous glint in your eyes.

‘Admit it, your glad we met aren’t you, I’ve seen how you look at me iwaizumi. It’s no secret’

Your face neared towards his slightly as his eyes latched on yours, taken back from your abrupt manner.

‘I-er-‘

‘I’m only teasing’ you giggle, moving to lay down. Before you knew it your hand was grabbed and pulled towards him harshly, lips roughly thrown on one another’s as he moved to cup your head. You moved your lips with his, sloppy tongue and drool mixed.

Giggling into the kiss you moved up into his lap, allowing his strong arm to grab your waist, breasts pushed tightly on his chest.

Quickly, he parted from you. Slightly shocked from what just happened.

‘Shit y/n I-‘

‘Shutup.’

Cutting him off you moved to play with the hem on his shirt. Lips moving back to meet his as you purred at the feeling of his hard on digging into you through your leggings, you rubbed against him, trying to relieve the friction building in your core.

Your hand inched lower, playing with him through his gym shorts. Atleast 9 inches was being held in your hand right now, you got excited at the feeling of him banging inside of you. Hard and rough how you like it.

‘Are you sure?’ He questioned one last time, watching how eager you were.

‘Fuck me so hard I wanna be screaming your name. Please…hajime…’

His name rolled so perfectly off your tongue he couldn’t refuse, slamming you harshly on the mat as he moved to pull your leggings down, your dazed eyes watching him tug at his harsh cock. And you were right, 9 long inches of thickness, harsh veins ripping through it as drops of pre cum leaked through it. Your mouth drooled at the sight.

Grabbing your legs he pulled you closer towards him, dick playing with your slick as he gathered some of your wetness, your moans pushing him further and further to just ruining you.

‘Hajime plea-please. Need ya’ so baddd’ you whined, back arching in an ache for him.

‘Fine baby, but don’t complain when I’m going too rough.’

Quickly he slammed inside of you, a harsh moan ripping from your mouth as he forced himself inside of you. Your eyes going white with relief as he fucked you hard and fast on his cock. Grunts and heavy panting leaving the two of you, his hand cupping your beautiful face as you were just a sight for sore eyes. Tongue lolled out as he teared you apart.

‘Y-yes yes yesssss…’ you coo’ed mind almost going dummy from how rough he was being.

‘Gnna’ cummm…cum so h-hard-‘

A grip to your thigh had you grimace. His strong form cowering over you as his lips went to kiss your cheek, trailing down to the side of your ear.

‘You gotta be louder than that if you wanna squirt baby.’

You bit your lip in restraint, almost crying at the way he denied your release. A slight tilt to your left had him hitting his every move straight into your g spot. Screams and wails of pleasure breaking out of you.

‘PLEASE DADDY- f-uckkkkk daddy please please PLEASE-‘ you blabbered. Release almost demanding for you. Not caring for who else hears you.

The nickname had him go ballistic, fingers rubbing harshly at your clit as your juices spilt all over him and yourself. Body tired and exhausted at this point.

He didn’t stop though, he kept going as your body drained, being used as nothing but a fuck bank for him to cum too. And so he did, shortly after pulling out and spurting all over your stomach. Head swung back as you both attempted to catch your breath.

‘Hajime…’ you panted

‘What happened to the nickname hm?’

‘Daddy please….can I suck you off…’

A nod to his head had you scrambling to your knees as he stood up and grabbed your hair. Your tongue swirling round his tip as you looked him lazily up through your eyelashes, smiling at how hard he was trying to not just face fuck you right now.

But that didn’t last long, your teasing had him go wild, harshly grabbing your hair, slamming you on and off of his cock as you gagged and spat all over him, hands clutching his balls gently as your tongue lolled out , spit gathering on your cleavage as you could feel the taste of your mixed liquids on his dick.

‘Your such a spoilt bitch sometimes y/n… f-fuck..you do- shit- dont know how long ive wanted to do this’

Clammed teeth had him getting angrier, your doting eyes beaming out to him, making him achieve his release sooner than he thought. Semen shooting down your throat as you wildly moaned at the sensation of his sweet sperm. You could do this for hours if it meant feeling the line of his tip down your tongue, if it meant seeing his writing cock and have him fuck you for hours on end.

‘You taste so good’ you giggle, him pulling you up into a deep kiss one last time.

‘Next training lesson is at my place.’

-

[elysianslove]

haikyuu boys that ━━

━━ would absolutely, definitely, 100% get nauseous, dizzy, possibly might faint, while their s/o is in labor. one peak and they’re doubling over the hospital bed, inhaling deeply and exhaling sharply, steeling themselves. some are surprising, some are expected. all are stupid.

iwaizumi hajime; he just cannot. he cannot fathom what is happening. there is no way you’re going through that and surviving. no wonder you’re screaming in pain. of course you’re screaming in pain. he takes one look at what’s going on and just immediately takes a step back, eyebrows raised and hand pressed to his chest like “my god.” he’s an 8/10 though because he is incredibly supportive and those arms are great to grab onto. will not complain for a second (is strangely way too quiet), but he’s worryingly pale. maybe he’s quiet cause if he speaks he’ll throw up. 

miya atsumu; he’s this close to screaming. or crying. possibly both. he can’t tell if he’s scared in general or scared for you or if he’s hurting seeing you hurting. in fact, no one can tell. he just looks like he’s watching an alien abduction happen right before his eyes. like a 6/10 because he probably does actually faint. it’s almost as if he’s the one in labor. and he’s the annoying kind of supportive that makes you want to smack him like shut the fuck up i’m pushing a whole child out of me right now. but his reactions are extremely endearing and hilarious to watch back because he most definitely insisted on filming. 

akaashi keiji; the silent struggler. really doesn’t wanna make it obvious at all. like he really, really, really doesn’t want you knowing that he’s uncomfortable in any way, but he’s like, sweating from how nauseous he is. a big part of it is hating seeing you in pain; he cringes every time you so much as groan or pant. 7/10 because he’s incredibly supportive but his hands are way too clammy :/ like fr get a grip keiji. again, supportive, but his voice is shaky so it’s like, really ineffective. he cries when he sees his baby and it automatically makes him an 11/10.

sakusa kiyoomi; absolute coward. pussy. it’s not about hygiene, he’s just genuinely mortified. keeps asking you’re okay like,,, what do you think, sir? he keeps looking even though every time he does it doesn’t get any better? question mark? you can see him visibly gulping cause he’s in so much shock. like a 5/10 because he forgets to hold your hand. just stands there. eyes wide and mouth parted like a dumb fish. chokes back on his sobs when he hears his baby’s cries and it’s adorable how he brings his hand up to silence himself so maybe he’s a 7/10.

goshiki tsutomu; please he probably has a panic attack mid labor. definitely screams with you and all the nurses and the doctor are like ???? holds your hand tighter than you’re holding his. apologizes the whole time. the whole time. like the doctor asked him if he wants to see what’s happening, which idk why they would consider that a smart idea, and he just wailed like, “baby i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry, can we just adopt?” a 3/10. he’s so cute but. bring someone else if you don’t want to rip your hair out and his. 

kageyama tobio; he absolutely tries to pretend that he’s okay but he just gets really, really quiet once you start delivering and his lips are chapped and his pupils are blown and his face is so pale. he looks like he just got off of a really bad rollercoaster. he’s not even holding your hand you’re just hanging onto an unmoving, lifeless limb. maybe 6/10, cause he could be better in the supportive department but, at least he was quietly panicking. he does have a mini panic attack once his baby is in his arms though. like just starts hyperventilating. it’s okay though! it’s actually kind of cute <3

lev haiba; actually faints. not probably. he actually faints. like all 6′5 of him just drops onto the floor by your bed and you’re like ,,, damn, guess i’m doing this alone then. he wakes up and the first thing he sees is your baby crowning and he just faints again pls. someone has to be there with you, just like to help him to you. he cannot stand straight at all, he’s leaning on the bed the whole time. 5/10 because it genuinely makes you laugh it kind of makes the pain bearable. they have to get a chair in case he just falls back cause he’s just so dizzy pls.

━━ would be so fucking annoying. who the hell let them in this room? why did you agree to this? how are you going to raise a child with them? regrets. so many regrets. 

tanaka ryūnosuke; he’s like annoyingly scared. shut up and calm down for a minute i’m trying to birth your child here. swears so much like “holy shit holy shit that’s a big baby.” like pls you’re trying to push it out of you and he has the audacity to say shit like that? treats it like it’s some sort of volleyball match like he cheers whenever the doctor praises you. maybe a 5/10 cause he’s just annoying, but it’s motivating in a way. accepts any insult you throw at him too, like he’s so on board with it. “yes, i’m absolutely a piece of shit— what do you mean you’re not getting anywhere near my dick babe wait.”

bokuto kōtarō; listen :( you don’t want to think he’s annoying but he lowkey is. he’s trying his hardest to make this an easier experience for you but you just need him to be a little quieter. like this hurts bo, calm down please. you want to match his energy but it’s literally physically impossible. he’s an 8/10 though because you doubt it’d have been possible to go through it without him. bokuto’s incredibly ripped too so he lets you hang onto him and he holds you tightly too, like grips your hands and legs so strong that it’s v physically supportive too. 

kozume kenma; he’s so. quiet. like say something kozume. say anything. he’s just wincing and cringing. 4/10 cause where’s the emotion. lets you hold his hand, like wow you should be honored. insults you back if you insult him???? like what’s that about???? when he sees his baby he does like, sharply intake a breath or whatever cause he doesn’t want to cry but he’s really struggling not to, which is kind of cute you guess. films the whole thing and does like a peace sign with a very nonchalant face but he has a filter on and the filter scans your face too except you’re like screaming. actually a 3/10. 

sugawara kōshi; he’s incredibly supportive yes, but mans will be laughing at you. laughing. at you. probably films you and is like properly giggling and laughing boisterously. is so unfazed by anything and everything he sees. he would so easily be a 10/10 but he becomes a -1/10 just cause he’s an ass. definitely like is breathless and is so mind-blown when he sees his baby. just in awe and in shock that he laughs like, “we made that holy crap.” good to have in the delivery room because he does make the atmosphere easier and more lighthearted, but,,, at what cost? your sanity’s. 

suna rintarō; the amount of times you wanted to punch him you cannot count on your ten fingers. makes some sex joke about how you’re so stretched out. you literally want to deck him. films the birthing process and makes you watch the video when you’re not even done delivering the baby? cause he’s insane i guess? justifies it as “this is a reminder of how strong you are,” like shut up with your bullshit. it’s kinda smart tho cause you can pull this on your kid later but still. he’s so fucking annoying. if you hold his hand too hard he’ll be like “it can’t be that bad stop being such a baby,” and the baby is delivered like an hour early out of spite. a 6/10 tho cause somehow you love him and decided to have a baby with him. 

ushijima wakatoshi; pt.2 to say fucking something??? he’s mostly quiet cause he doesn’t really know what to say, and cause he’s never seen you in this much pain and it’s kind of shocking him. he’s not scared though, cause it’s like, a natural process of human life and the life cycle and all that stuff, he’s just like. taking time to process it. lets you hold his hand though. also if you wanna like give up halfway through he’s annoyingly angry with you like “no. you can’t just give up halfway. stop being a coward.” like why don’t you give it a try toshi??? a 5/10. could do better. 

terushima yuuji; so hyperactive that it’s infuriating. doesn’t even hold your hand, he just stands back and observes and like cheers. literally will jump every time you push, like what the fuck, my love? makes really weird comments like “what does it feel like? does it feel like you’re pooping?” like???? it feels like i’m being torn in half yu :D a 4/10 only cause when you ask if you can slap him he wholeheartedly agrees and the doctor cannot hold their laugh back. also definitely plays like the chika dance and makes the nurses do it with him. probably films a tiktok too. you’re going to kill him after. 

oikawa tōru; he’s trying so hard to be supportive and your backbone but he’s just so jittery and nervous. he’s not going to faint or get nauseous, but he literally cannot stay still. he’s so anxious it’s making you anxious. his hands are shaking when they grip yours, but honestly, completely unbiased of course, an 8/10, cause it really is so endearing. like he’s breathlessly and exasperatingly praising you and you can tell he’s near tears just gasping back sobs so ,,, maybe he’s not that annoying. but he is. he is annoying. a little. 

━━ would be the best of the best. perfectly supportive. a lovely anchor. not too quiet, not too chatty. is so soft and gentle with you. you fall in love with them all over again. 

miya osamu; definitely a 10/10. husband material. he has a cloth that’s just patting away at your sweat. kisses your hand and knuckles. soothingly rubs at your thighs. tells you you’re doing great, that it’ll all be worth it. kisses your forehead. grins at you halfway through when you need that extra motivation. literally all the nurses and the doctor are swooning over him. he’s very nervous deep down but he won’t show it, not for a moment, for your sake. 10/10. can’t stress this enough. 

kita shinsuke; another king! so soft with you when you feel like giving up. just speaks to you in hushed tones like, “you’ve come this far, lovely. you can’t back out now. think of all the happy moments we’ll get to share just a few hours from now.” and you’re like “alright i’m sold.” completely unfazed by anything he sees. okay maybe a little fazed but he just kisses your forehead after sneaking a peak and tells you you’re doing wonderfully. 100000/10. imagine him as the father of your children???? like literally who else would you want????

aran ojiro; wow another inarizaki i sense a trend. except atsumu he’s a pussy. cheers you on quietly, holds onto your legs, breathes with you, smooths your hair back, literally just an angel. if you take a small break he just spends it quietly talking with you to get your mind off the pain. his knuckles are just caressing your jaw and cheek softly till you’ve calmed down. 10/10 obviously. he’s just the right amount of loud supportive and quiet supportive. kisses you full on the mouth when he first hears his baby’s cries and can’t stop thanking you. literally wtf he’s so cute.

kuroo tetsurō; he’s actually surprisingly very serious when you’re delivering the baby. he’s cracking jokes and all before to try and get you less nervous but it’s actually because he’s freaking out. he’s mostly quiet, just holding onto your hand as tightly as you’re gripping his. he holds his breath every time you push. keeps whispering i love you and pressing kisses to your temple. a 9/10 cause he’s so quiet it’s a little scary but he cannot hold back his tears when he sees his baby. kisses you all over your face after. 

satori tendō; very emotional. like so emotional. he’s teary eyed the whole time, just thanking you even if you hadn’t given birth yet. it makes the nurses cry too cause it’s so lovely to see him get so visibly affected by this. he’s just whispering thank you’s and i promise not to let you down ever and i promise to love you forever and you’re pretty sure he’s speaking to the baby you’re birthing at this point. 9/10 cause he made you cry :( no but really he’s a 10/10. super loving, keeps asking you if you’re okay, if you need water, need to hold his hand, anything. angel, fr. 

matsukawa issei; relatively surprising as well because you expected him to be more than just annoying, but he’s just. in awe. he’s so amazed by how much you’re going through, and he just stores it in the back of his brain. literally thanks you for the next 50 years to come. laughs endearingly with you to lighten the mood. 9/10. a point is deducted because he jokingly said that now you’ll be able to take his dick really easily. a nurse choked in shock pls. gets real close after to whisper i love you so that only you can hear. he’s just a dream <3

━━ would not let you move an inch after giving birth. all the work is on them for the next 5 years. 

all of them. not a single one is left out in this one. they’re annoying but ,,, they all love very strongly <3

end note; listen idk what this is. i had a vision where iwaizumi could not handle his s/o giving birth and the thought was actually so sweet to me, just the nurses laughing at him and he’s just breathing deeply to try and not throw up and then. this happened. anyways. this helped put me in a better mood so i hope it does/did for anyone else too! 

[hornime]

watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata 

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere. 

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched. 

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.” 

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements. 

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.” 

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix. 

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.” 

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs. 

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist. 

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

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[rozcdust]

She’s so mean

Pairing: Kokonoi Hajime x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, angst

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, mentions of domestic abuse, drinking, just a lot of talk about abuse and trauma in general, the reader is tired and a bitch

pt. 1 | previous | pt. 31 | next

Kazutora found you sitting on the balcony floor at 2 a.m., smoking, a bottle of cherry vodka by your side as you stared at the city rushing underneath you through the railing.

He grabbed a jacket for both himself and you, opening the balcony doors to sit next to you.

He gently helped you put the jacket on, plucking the cigarette out of your fingers for just a second to slip your arms through the sleeves.

He returned your cigarette as he took one for himself as well, leaning his back on the railing.

You didn’t look at him, still staring at the lights rushing by.

“The last time I saw you with such a sour face was when Draken accidentally dropped you while giving you a piggyback ride. You cried and then tried to punch him.” He chuckled, bringing the cigarette to his lips.

Your eyes moved from the road to him, focusing on his side profile.

“I don’t remember that.” You muttered, extinguishing your cigarette before lighting up another one right after.

“You were small, what, like 5? Maybe 6? The six of us babysat you a lot, you loved the attention,” He smiled softly at the memories, “You always used to blackmail me into throwing you in the air. You liked that, you always giggled.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“How did a 5 year old blackmail you?”

“You always used to threaten me that you would tell your brother I had a crush on him.”

You snorted through your nose, taking a swing out of the bottle.

Kazutora shook his head when you offered him as well.

“You’re sadder now than when you got here from the hospital.” He muttered softly, tapping the ash off his cigarette on the ashtray that was set between you two.

You said nothing for a while, and he let you smoke in silence.

“I fucked up.”

“You did.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t look at you for a while.”

Kazutora shook his head, a sad smile forming on his lips.

“It is okay. Sometimes, I can’t look at myself either. I got my mother’s eyes, they unsettle me on bad days.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way.”

Silence fell over the two of you again for a few minutes.

“Why do you still visit his grave, y/n?” As you opened your mouth, he interrupted, “Don’t try to sell me some witty remark.”

You closed your mouth, gaze wandering to the road as you thought about your next words.

You didn’t like sharing your feelings, you liked to passively keep them close to your chest and play everything off as an annoyance.

You couldn’t lie to Kazutora, though.

You knew he understood you the best.

“I like to make sure he’s still dead sometimes,” You muttered, “Sometimes, I wake up crying and Keisuke comes and asks me to tell him what happened again and I can’t shake the feeling Zan isn’t really dead. I mean, I know he is, I watched the EMTs pronounce his time of death, but it still feels like he’s there sometimes.”

Kazutora listened, carefully, nodding as you finished.

“It feels like he’s always one step behind me and I can never escape.” You took a drag of your cigarette, enjoying the burn inside your lungs and throat as you took another sip of vodka.

“I understand.”

“Tora, do the nightmares ever go away?”

He turned his head to look at you, hoping you wouldn't notice the way your tone broke his heart.

You sounded so defeated, looked so small in Chifuyu’s oversized jacket as a cigarette dangled off your lips.

“I don’t know,” He answered honestly, “I still sometimes wake up thinking Keisuke died that day.”

Your lips pulled into a tight line.

“I told him he sounded like Zan. He tried to do something nice and I told him he sounded like my abuser.” You whispered, hating admitting what you did even to yourself.

“I know, y/n. You should really apologise to him.”

“I hate that Zan still has that hold on me.”

Kazutora threw his head back in a humourless laugh.

“Trauma always has a hold on you, no matter what anyone tells you. People can sell you that ‘You’re so brave’ bullshit all they want, people can say you’re still who you were before, but they lie.”

You chuckled along with him.

“God, that fucking brave speech is so annoying every time.”

“Right? Makes me want to punch a man.”

Your eyes looked into his.

His eyes still kinda looked like Zankoku’s, even if it took months of convincing yourself that they don’t.

You knew Kazutora would never hurt you.

“Does it ever get better?” You took one last drag of your cigarette, extinguishing it in the ashtray.

Kazutora looked away, deep in thought.

“I don’t think it does. Hell, I’m almost 30, I still sometimes feel like I’m 13 and I’m watching my dad hit my mum, waiting on my turn.” His voice was soft, “Trauma does that, y’know? It bends and twists until you no longer look like yourself, and you can’t even imagine living without the pain.”

You listened carefully, taking in his every word as you shuddered from the cold.

“And sometimes, you seek it, it feels comfortable if it’s what your brain is used to. The way I explained it to Fuyu and Kei, being in pain feels like walking through your house in full darkness. It’s familiar, it’s yours, and you know where everything is, and you probably won’t stub your toe on anything, but you’re in darkness non the less, and there could be someone lurking to hurt you.”

“But finally getting a chance to be free, to live like normal people who didn’t have to break their own bones to live, it feels like standing in the middle of an unknown city at noon, you see everything, you have many opportunities, but you don’t know anything or anyone, and you’re so scared to go find out.”

You whistled.

“Damn, mr. Kazutora, you are deeply profound tonight, I see.”

He laughed, the bell on his earring chiming, the sound as familiar as your own breathing.

It felt comforting.

“My friend watched the tape.”

Kazutora stilled, his eyes widening as they fell upon your shivering figure.

“He said he was looking at my record, and he watched the tape.”

Kazutora remembers the tape.

It was presented as evidence in court, but he refused to watch it, stepping out of the room when the first hit landed.

“And how do you feel about knowing that?”

“Betrayed? Offended? Dirty?”

Kazutora tilted his head.

“Why dirty?”

“He watched me in my lowest moment, and- There is no and. He couldn’t do shit about what happened. It just feels wrong. It makes me feel wrong.”

“That is understandable.” Tora nodded.

“I was so cruel to Koko.”

“You should apologise. He is a reasonable guy, he’ll understand.”

You shook your head, teeth gritted as your voice cracked.

“I don’t deserve forgiveness.”

“Why do you think so?”

“People like us never do.” Your voice broke fully, and small whimpers started leaving your mouth.

Kazutora’s heart broke.

Pushing the ashtray out of his way as he pulled himself closer to you, gently grabbing you under the armpit to pull you into his lap, letting you bury your face into his shoulder, cradling you like a child as he rubbed soothing circles into your back, not minding your tears soaking his shirt.

“I- I don’t deserve to- to-“ You couldn’t even finish the sentence, your sobs not allowing words to form.

“Shh, shh, it’s fine, let it all out, come on, you’re fine. I’m here for you.”

“I- I am- I am so mean, Tora! I’m awful! I- I’m- I’m turning into him!” You hiccuped as your fingers gripped his jacket tighter.

Tora smiled sadly.

“That is always the biggest fear, isn’t it? That cycle. The abused becomes the abuser. We’re always scared we’ll turn into them.” His words were soft, barely audible whispers.

“But you won’t. I won’t. We won’t just suddenly snap and turn into monsters, y/n. Our abuse marks us, sure, it makes us do terrible things or say hurtful shit, but at the end of the day, we’re not them. And we will never be.”

You kept sobbing, and he kept rubbing your back until your sobs went to sniffles.

“We think we don’t deserve forgiveness, y/n, because abusers convinced us we’re not even worth looking at, they convinced us we’re nothing and we believe them, even years after. But others don’t see it that way. Others don’t see the way we consider ourselves dirty.”

You let out a ragged breath, trying to bring your laboured breathing back to normal.

“Do you see me as unworthy of being happy, y/n?”

You shook your head against his shoulder.

“Exactly. You don’t, even if I think I don’t deserve a crumb of love Kei and Fuyu have for me.”

“You deserve the world, Tora.” Your voice was small.

He smiled even if he knew you couldn’t see it.

“You’re like a little sister I always wanted, y/n. You mean the world to the three of us, we would kill and die and live for you. You’re our baby, and we think you deserve to forgive yourself.”

He made you lift your head up to look at him, his fingers gently wiping the tears off your face the same way he did when you were a child.

“Because forgiveness to us is never about others. Forgiveness is about admitting to ourselves we may have toxic trauma responses, and we may lash out if we think someone’s behaviour matches to our abuser’s, but that doesn’t mean we’re bad.”

You nodded, keeping your mouth shut, afraid you’ll start crying again.

“He will forgive you. But you have to let go of thinking you have to do everything on your own and forgive yourself first.”

You slumped into his arms again, enjoying the warmth.

“So we can never heal? I can never go back to how it was?”

“Healing isn’t about returning to who you were before the trauma. That person is dead. Healing is accepting the person you are after the trauma.”

You settled your chin on his shoulder, staring at the cars rushing down on the street.

He started humming a lullaby, the same one he used to hum when he was having a sleepover with Keisuke and you would be too scared to sleep alone.

The buzz of the alcohol and the noise of cars rushing underneath you mixed with his singing lulled you to sleep.

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[frogtanii]

iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

℗ poker face

so... this is it

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