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mizunetzu · 4 years ago

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omg i’m so excited i like,, spam read all of your writing and now i can request,,, anyway, could i request maybe something similar to your Tanaka x femboy reader, but with Oikawa? like he mistakes him for a girl and maybe flirts with the reader a little bit and the reader i just like ,,”you do,, you do realize i am a man correct” and hijinks ensue?? sorry if this is too vague i suck at describing things. lotsa love your writing is literally my favorite 💕

Omg wait Oikawa??? And femboy reader??? Hijinks???? Take me now—

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Oikawa x reader - Oikawa Tooru Goes Both Ways

⚠️warnings - reader is mistaken and referred to unintentionally as a girl. I assure you, this is a male reader. Femboy reader, if that triggers you.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Oikawa couldn’t help but stare as a...rather cute girl stepped into the gym.

“Oi! Shittykawa! Focus!” Iwaizumi was about to hurl a volleyball at Oikawa’s head when he caught sight of where he was staring. He looked from the newcomer, back to Oikawa’s eyes tracing their form up and down.

“Iwa-chan...” Oikawa held his breath as he pointed subtly. “Who is that?”

Iwaizumi looked over back to the intruder. Sure enough, some girl with (h/c) styled hair stood at the foot of the door awkwardly. They weren’t sporting the school uniform, instead wearing a skirt with a cafe apron tied around their waist. Oikawa recognized the cute logo on the somewhat dirty apron as the coffee shop he’d visit on days he wasn’t particularly busy.

All in all, this stranger was incredibly attractive.

Eventually, coach Irihata emerged from the storage closet, and motioned the stranger over. The stranger perked up, pulled out a slightly-wrinkled paper from their back, and timpered off into the office.

Oikawa sighed dreamily. “Iwa-chan...is this what I think it is? Are we fiiiiiinally getting a cute girl manager to manage our team?!”

He draped himself over Iwaizumi’s shoulders. “Aaaaah~! I’m so happy~! And it’s such a cutie too!”

“Get off me, dumbass. You have like...millions of girls throwing their panties at you, literally all that look like her. And you go for the one who decides to join our club?”

Oikawa huffed. “What’s so wrong about that! She’s cute! And she looked so shy standing there...aaaah, I’m swooning just thinking about wrapping her up in my arms-!”

“I’m saying,” Iwaizumi bonked Oikawa on the head. “If you manage to get with her, then break her heart, or at the very least make her uncomfortable, she’ll have to see your annoying face all day at practice, and then she won’t wanna be manager anymore! Because she has to see you!”

Iwaizumi pinched at Oikawa’s scalp. “I want a cute girl manager and to have them actually stay! And who knows? We get brownie points if it’s not another one of your fangirls trying to get in your pants by joining the club!”

“Ow! Mean Iwa-chan, bad!”

“I’m not a damn Pokémon-!” Iwaizumi was about to kick Oikawa in the back, before letting himself simmer down and take a deep breath. He lowered his legs, and turned towards the office door. “...I’m gonna go look at that girl’s application and see what class she’s in. Maybe we can, I dunno, make her a welcome basket of fruit or some corny shit like that.”

“Let me come with you-!”

“No! You’ll just scare her away, and you have cleaning duty! All you need to do is take down the net, and I’ll meet you outside when I’m done. If you be good, I’ll tell you her name.”

Oikawa thought about it for a second.

“Deal.”

He disappeared to take down the net from the poles. Iwaizumi sighed, and walked towards the door. They were the only two left in the gym, as they were in charge of cleanup for the day, so no one else but him should be in the office. Well, minus the new girl and coach Irihata.

Iwaizumi slid open the door. “Yo.” He greeted. He looked around the room, only finding coach Irihata.

“...Didn’t someone come in here with you with an application form?”

Coach Irihata chuckled. “Oh, yeah,”

“He just wanted to drop in his member application before his part-time job made him go back to work.”

Iwaizumi froze.

“...he...?”

“Yeah, he wanted to join the club as a (Position name). He’s not confident about his jumping or spiking abilities, but he claims to be really dang good at digging and receives.”

The two looked at eachother in silence. Wasn’t she-well, he—wearing a skirt? Now that he thought about it, everything about him looked like...well...a him, minus the skirt. Iwaizumi dashed to the table and picked up the application resting there peacefully.

‘(L/n) (Y/n) - 2nd year, class 4’

‘Position - (Position name)’

Iwaizumi scanned the page. He wanted to doubt this was the ‘cute manager’ they laid their eyes on, but they even had a school photo clipped onto the corner of the paper. Sure enough, that was him. His eyes eventually landed on something printed on the middle of the page.

‘Gender - male’

That proved it. The ‘cute girl manager’ Oikawa was just fawning over turned out to be a guy. And their future teammate, no less. Iwaizumi wanted to laugh in Oikawa’s face.

“Is there something wrong, Iwaizumi-kun?”

“Pfft-no! N-no, sirrrrr....” Iwaizumi set the paper down and walked out the the room, doing his best to keep in his snickers.

Oikawa jogged up to him excitedly once he stepped out of the gym. “So? Did ya find out her name? Her class? Is she our manager?”

Iwaizumi opened his mouth to say something, before letting his mouth clamp shut.

“Nah, coach said I couldn’t see it.”

He watched as Oikawa deflated, trudging his way over to the club room to change and go home. Iwaizumi did his best not to bust out laughing on the spot.

This should be fun.

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“Iwa-chan!”

“No, you stalker.”

“But Iwa-chaaaaaan!” Oikawa whined. “Why not?! Practice ended early, and we could use some coffee! Come buy coffee with me!”

“You just wanna use me as an excuse to see that bo-that girl who came into our club yesterday, idiot! That’s stalking! You’re acting like your little fangirls!”

Oikawa pouted, and Iwaizumi prayed he didn’t catch him on his little slip-up. He turned around, walking off out of school gates. Oikawa dejectedly trailed behind him.

“I’m going home. Don’t bother me if it’s about that manager again—“

Just then, a text tone pinged from Iwaizumi’s pocket. He stopped mid-sentence, fishing out his phone and opening his messaging app.

‘Mom - no ones going to be home because we have to go out real quick. The house is locked, and you left your spare keys with me again. Go out and have fun with Tooru-kun before I come back!’

Iwaizumi deadpanned. Oikawa had his chin resting on his shoulder, with a shit-eating grin Iwaizumi didn’t even have to look at to know was there.

“Yeah, Iwa-chan. Listen to Mrs. Aina and hang out with Tooru-kun for a bit. We can go to the cafe and hang out like your she said, Iwa-chan~”

Iwaizumi pushed past Oikawa bitterly. “Don’t... fuckin’... call my mom by her name... dumbass... stalker... Shittykawa...” he grumbled as he trudged his way in the direction to the cafe. Oikawa let out a small “Yay~!”

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Hiding behind the big, laminated menus the cafe provided, Oikawa kept glancing over to the cashier-area to try and find (Y/n). Iwaizumi deadpanned, sitting back in his chair nonchalantly.

“You’re acting stupid.”

“I’m being sneaky.”

“You look more suspicious than if you were to act like yourself.”

“As if you would know!” Oikawa whisper-yelled to Iwaizumi, momentarily letting his menu fall flat. “I’m trying not to get caught, unlike one of us-!”

“Hello?”

Oikawa and Iwaizumi froze. Oikawa rigidly turned to the voice, while Iwaizumi almost fell back in his seat.

There stood the boy—well, the ‘girl’, in his work apron, this time, up close. Oikawa could see the detail in his eyes, the way a few of his hairs fell onto his face and stuck because of the small layer of sweat on his forehead, even taking in the small kitty hair clip resting in his hair.

“Hu...huaai...” Oikawa breathed out. Iwaizumi bit his lip. If he started laughing now, Oikawa would tell his mom he was bullying him again.

“Hello! I was wondering if I could get you two anything to drink! No worries if you aren’t ready to order yet.”

His voice had a soft tamber to it, a warm, welcoming aura that fit the vibe of the cafe perfectly. Iwaizumi could see how Oikawa, and probably other people, could mistake him for a girl. Especially with the way he dressed and carried himself as evident to yesterday’s practice.

Iwaizumi tilted the menu infront of him up a bit. “I’ll get a small black coffee. Whabout you, Oikawa?”

When he got no response, other than the hum of acknowledgment from (Y/n), Iwaizumi looked up. Oikawa was staring dumbly at (Y/n) again, and seconds later (Y/n) was caught under his gaze. He stared back awkwardly, waiting for Oikawa to say something or at least order something, until he suddenly jolted up in pain.

Iwaizumi dug his heel deeper into Oikawa’s foot. “Say something, dumbass! Stop staring!” He hissed, covering his mouth from (Y/n) in petty attempts to mask their conversation.

“Ow! Ow! I’ll get a peppermint tea please-! Stop it!”

(Y/n) scribbled down Oikawa’s order, smiling patiently as he did. Iwaizumi removed his foot. There was a beat of silence, until Oikawa smoothly rested his chin on his hand.

“Soooo, (L/n) (Y/n)-chan, is it?” Oikawa said, as he peered at (Y/n’s) name tag. “Pretty masculine name for a cute girl like you~”

Iwaizumi choked on his spit. (Y/n) tilted his head to the side, looking up from his notepad to peer back at Oikawa.

“What...did you say?”

“Sorry, sorry!” Oikawa rubbed the back of his head cutely. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I think (Y/n) is a cute name~”

Iwaizumi didn’t know if he wanted to die from laughter or embarrassment. He was going to pop a vein trying to keep in his cackles.

“Ah. It’s the clothes, isn’t it?” (Y/n) mused. He took a step back, looking at his rather-feminine clothing choices for the day. “I understand why. I get that a lot.”

“...What does your clothes have to do with your name?” It was Oikawa’s turn to sound confused. Iwaizumi let out a few haggard, stifled snickers at his dense expression. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow.

“You...” He pointed at himself with his pen. “You do realize I’m a man, correct?”

Oikawa choked. His eyes widened as his smile cracked a bit. Iwaizumi had to hide his face in his jacket to prevent himself from bursting out into hackles. Oikawa gave a nervous smile.

“Aha...haha...funny joke..”

“I’m not joking, though...” (Y/n) smirked. He wouldn’t deny that seeing the faces of people flirting with him after he told them he had a dick was a guilty pleasure. “Want proof?”

(Y/n) grasped Oikawa’s wrist, tugging it forcefully, and moving his apron to the side. He brought it down closer to his groin until Oikawa sputtered and flailed on the table.

“No! I-I believe you! I-I can see it from here—I don’t need to touch it-!” Oikawa shrieked. Iwaizumi clutched his stomach from laughing too hard, already given up on keeping it in. He snorted loudly, choked on that snort, and erupted into a series of cough-laughs.

By the time Iwaizumi’s laugh turned into the kind where no noise came out-but it hurt in your stomach anyways—Oikawa was laying his head on the table, embarrassed, while (Y/n) chuckled along.

“You knew, Iwa-chan! You knew!” Oikawa hissed, holding his poor, abused hand. “You set me up for failure!”

“You did that to yourself.” Iwaizumi said between breaths. “He’s actually gonna start attending practice as a (position name) starting next week. We don’t have a manager after all.”

“And you got my hopes up for what?!” Oikawa cried out, making Iwaizumi snort again. (Y/n) raised his eyebrows.

“Manager?”

“Oikawa thought that when you came to drop your registration form in yesterday, that you were signing up to be a manager since he thought you were a girl. I saw your form though, so I knew but this guy here didn’t.”

Iwaizumi nudged at Oikawa, who was hiding his face in his hands. “You better be nice to him, though. He’s your new captain starting next week.”

“Ah! How fun! Having my new playboy captain flirt with me before I even join the club. ” (Y/n) mumbled, as he scribbled down something else in his notepad. Iwaizumi heckled when Oikawa whined with his head down.

He didn’t raise his head back up until a slip of paper was placed gently on top of his head. He heard a “I’ll go get your drink ready.” From (Y/n), before he looked up and noticed he was gone. He caught the slip of paper falling off his head as he sat up.

“What’s that?” Iwaizumi said lazily. Oikawa was staring giddily at the paper. He turned the paper around smugly, holding it up for Iwaizumi to read.

‘Call me. If you’re feeling fruity, that is. (xxx)-xxx-xxxx. -‘(Y/n)-chan’’

Iwaizumi stared at the neat handwriting, then back at Oikawa’s smug face.

“...Were you not just listening? He just tried to make you touch his dick? He’s a dude?”

“Eh. Cute girl, cute boy, he’s still cute~” Oikawa dreamily sighed as he watched (Y/n) make his tea behind the counter. “I’d still hit it till he breaks~”

“Pervert.”

“Says you.”

Oikawa earned a sharp thunk to the head.

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x-male-gn-reader-fanfic-finds · 4 years ago

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Character: Tanaka Ryuunosuke (Haikyuu)

AU: Time Skip, Canonverse

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 676

Prompt: Fluff #14) “Stop stealing my clothes.”

Pronouns: He/Him

CW: Reader is short (about 5’4) and a femboy, cos why not.

Notes: This was requested by a friend to help me get into the swing of things, so it mostly caters to him.

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Tanaka Ryuunosuke adored his boyfriend. He was short and thin, his voice was almost as soft as his personality, and god, when Tanaka would watch him getting ready, his smile would never leave his face.

Y/N would spend so much time carefully picking out his outfit. His eyes scanning over every piece in front of him.

“Babe, skirt or shorts today?” He’d usually ask. Tanaka loved helping Y/N pick out his outfit, choosing from the selection of pinks, purples, reds, blues, and various other soft colors.

Today, however, Ryu wasn’t here to help him pick out his outfit. You see, Tanaka was staying the night with Noya and the other guys from the team who were in their year. So Y/N was stuck home alone for the night and half the day.

It’d be a lie if he said he wasn’t bored, his body was thrown over the couch lazily as he scrolled through his phone. He eventually lifted his head in determination.

Sure, he was told before not to, but maybe just this once he could get away with it? I mean, Tanaka wouldn’t be home for another, what, 4 hours? He had plenty of time.

And with that, he waltzed into their shared bedroom.

Now, you may be confused, so I’ll clarify; Y/N is a little clothes snatcher. Yeah. He has had the habit, all through the 4 years of being with Tanaka, of stealing the poor man’s clothes. He’d gotten out of said habit, but there’s still that lingering want to be in his boyfriend's clothes.

His hand moved across the many items in the closet. Tanaka’s clothes mainly consisted of darker clothes with the occasional bright neon shirt or jacket. Finally, his hand stopped on his favorite one. It was a light grey hoodie with the logo of some random company he’d never heard of. It was the smallest one Tanaka owned, and naturally, Y/N would want it. However, Tanaka wouldn’t give it to him, stating that he still wore it. And that he did.

The hoodie always smelled of Tanaka’s strong scent. The one Y/N would always smell at night when Tanaka holds him or when they’re cuddling on the couch. Y/N quickly removed his current cropped jacket and pushed his arms through the sleeves. A smile quickly found its way upon his face as his head popped through the hole.

Tanaka’s scent wound its way around his body, filling his nose with that comforting smell that he loves. He flopped onto the bed, quickly snuggling into the hoodie. His face now adorning a permanent smile.

That is until the bedroom door opened. Y/N quickly jumped up, the noise scaring him. However, once he saw who was in the doorway, he felt ashamed.

There stood Tanaka, with a face Y/N couldn’t quite make out yet. But he knew he was in trouble, he shouldn’t have put the hoodie on…

“Wha- Y/N-” His eyes were wide, his body taking up a good portion of the doorway.

Y/N looked down, feeling bad. When he felt the bed dip next to him though, his head shot up to look at his lover. He quickly noticed the soft look on his face and the light blush that covered his cheeks.

“I thought I already told you. Stop stealing my clothes.” A smile quickly wound its way up to Tanaka’s face. His hand softly grabbed Y/N’s jaw and pulled him forward in a small peck.

“I thought I might have more time,” Y/N said with a pout.

Tanaka let out a little chuckle as he moved back. “Yeah? Well, I’m glad I didn’t tell you I was comin’ home early. Otherwise, I would’ve missed this wonderful sight.”

Y/N groaned and lightly shoved Tanaka, a blush now adorning his cheeks.

“You cheese ball.” They both giggled some before it grew quiet. “Can I keep the hoodie now?”

“Yes, Y/N. You can keep it.” Tanaka let out an affectionate sigh as Y/N giggled some more and laid his head on Tanaka’s shoulder.

“Am I really that cheesy-?”

“Ryu-”

Request by: @your-local-catboy

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obeymesimp11 · 3 years ago

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Welcome 💞

Requests: Open; This is a ship blog where I'll be writing for MHA, Haikyuu, Obey Me (w/ GN! MC), Demon Slayer, Tokyo Rev., Genshin & Luxiem (w/ femboy! Reader) I don't write for ships outside my Ships post!

💘 Wattpad: @cupcakeeunicorn (I write X male reader content!)

Requests

Ships

Top & Bottom

Masterlist:

MHA

Haikyuu

Obey Me

Demon Slayer

Tokyo Revengers

Genshin Impact

Luxiem

#my pinned page #masterlist #about me #requests #mha #haikyuu #obey me #demon slayer #tokyo revengers #ships #gender neutral mc #mlp generation 4 #genshin impact #luxiem #femboy reader #shxtou #alban knox

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cerealyoam · 4 years ago

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hi! hope ur having a nice day :) could i request something with bokuto with a reader who's a femboy? not many people know since hes insecure, but just something fluffy? its fine if u dont want to! just ignore this hehe

Omg as someone who is a femboy, this was so much fun to write!

Bokuto with Femboy! Reader!

The first thing he said to you when he found out: "So does that mean I can steal your clothes now?"

He lowkey highkey wants to try out ALL your outfits

Though in hindsight, he covered his mouth and looked away blushing — how the HELL did he fall for you even harder?

From then on, if you ever wore an outfit you liked, he'd shower you with compliments and kisses and overall just. Falls for you even harder, the second time

PLEASE let him shop for clothes with you. He will go berserk and will 100% want to buy some as well

Get this: matching outfits. He doesn't look like it but he will most definitely want an entire photoshoot with you while your both dressed up

Its going to be his wallpaper for a long time, that's for sure

If youre down, he'll get Kuroo (and possible Kenma, because let's be honest, he probably takes all of Kuroo's pictures) involved in taking photos, etc.

Icon couple: you and bokuto

#bokuto x male reader #bokuto koutarou x femboy reader #bokuto x femboy reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x s/o #haikyuu bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader

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that-multifandom-weeb · 4 years ago

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More femboys!! Also, not me doing Iwaizumi twice-

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mrskurono · 4 years ago

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Hi this is for you v-day event! If possible Semi and the candies are femboy + breeding + mommy kink, thank you 💓

I have literally been thinking about this since you sent it anon and I wanted it to be perfect bc I love pretty boi Semi <3

tags: femboy, crossdressing, lots of mommy/baby boy roleplay talk, praise kink, breeding kink, nipple play

character(s): Eita Semi (hq)

A gentle touch down his hips. Palms finding the high waisted garter belt and running your fingertips up under Eita’s panties to smooth them down on his slim silhouette. All done up and pretty. You look up at your boy and smile sweetly even though his face is bright red and he’s trying to hide behind his hands childishly.

“Mmm baby boy, don’t hide from mommy,” You coo. Taking his hands away from his face, replacing them with kisses all along his neck and encouraging his hands on you, “You look so good for me baby. Like a pretty doll. I wanna fuck you like this. Do you want mommy to fuck you?”

Eita nodded.

“I can’t understand no words baby. You gotta tell mommy what you want.”

His breathing hitched when your touch moved from his neck. Instead moving down to the cupless bra he had on. So tight that it squished his chest together. Paired with his nipples that begged to be sucked on. All together it gave Eita the cutest budding breast look on a boy possible.

“I- I want you mommy.”

“Want me to what baby?” You question, hand cupping at his breast, making it easier to take his nipple into your mouth. Looking above you to watch the pretty boy squirm and chew his lip feverishly as moans kept threatening to leave him under your lewd attention.

Finally Eita found some of his voice, “I- I wanna fuck mommy!”

His words make your lips curl around his nipple. Finally pulling away you give his sensitive little bud one last flick of your tongue before moving back up and kissing him hard. Stealing what breath he had. Eita leans into you shamelessly whimpering into the kiss as he lets you explore every inch of his mouth.

Clear how true his words were. You palmed his straining cock in his panties. Black and sheer just like the rest of the set he was in. You loved dressing your pretty doll up. He made the perfect model as every inch of him was hugged by the sheer blackness.

You couldn’t say no. Not when he was like this. Precum drooling through his panties and Eita shifting his hips as he rubbed his cock handsfree against the fabric. You indulged a good boy.

Laid out on your back, legs spread so invitingly for him. You help him free his cock from his panties as you pull the crotch aside and position him at your entrance, “Come baby, fuck mommy and give me all your seed. I’ll make sure you feel so good.”

“Anything-” Eita panted, letting you guide him inside. The way your walls squeezed him. Sucked him in further. Leaving him to bottom out in you and still not be enough. He shuddered and rutted into you with desperation as he wished his cock was longer just so he could feel his tip press against your cervix. Instead he was lost in the pleasure of just your twitching walls swallowing him up like a velvety heaven.

Through praise and encouragement. It took no time before he was snapping his hips into you frantically. Lewd noises between the two of you as your juices dripped down his cock. Eita whimpering and begging for more of you as he thrusted into you with desperation. Seconds following his first sloppy thrust meant you knew your baby wasn’t destined to last.

“Mommy!” Eita cried, arms trembling and body shuddering. He couldn’t even warn himself. Instead he pushed inside you as deep as he could. Not a care in the world if his pretty clothes got dirty at this point, “Mommy I’m cumming!”

“Shh,” You pull his face into your neck. Cooing sweetness to him as your legs link behind him. Making sure he can’t pull out as you feel his seed soil your insides. It makes you smile though as one hand rests at the nape of his neck playing with his soft grey hair. And the other hand finding his overly sensitive nipple. Tweaking it slightly as Eita whimpers and presses into you as he reaches peaks of overstim too quickly, “Fill mommy up. I’ll keep all your precious cum safe. Just let mommy take care of it~”

#three.vcandy #tw: femboy #tw: mommy kink #semi eita #semi x reader #hq semi #semi smut #haikyuu!!#hq!!#hq smut #threethirst

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