#poly Seijoh 4

[curtsycream]

Poly!Seijoh Four Blurb

Short, small, drabble kinda

“Orange.”

Matsu looked up as he noticed her in front of him holding out an orange to him. Letting out a chuckle he takes the orange before peeling it for her. Handing the peeled orange to her as she smiled. Leaning forward she presses kisses against his skin. With that she was gone peeled orange in hand as she ate it.

“Haji, orange.”

She found herself in front of Hajime next holding out another orange. He didn’t skip a beat as he went ahead and peeled the orange for her. Before he gave it back he kissed her on the lips, “you’re welcome, baby.”

“Thank you,” she sputtered taking the peeled orange.

“Toru, orange please.”

“Of course, pretty baby.” He took the orange peeling it without hesitation. As he peeled it he spoke to her asking about her day as he did so. When he was done she kissed him, “thank you…love you..”

“Love you too, cutie!”

“Peel it,” she said to Hanamaki.

Hanamaki held the orange with a raised eyebrow, “I can’t peel this!” He exclaimed while he went ahead and tried his best to peel it. When he handed her the orange it wasn’t perfectly peeled but she admired how willing he was to help her. She couldn’t resist peppering his face in kisses, “you did your best and I love you for it.”

“Next time we’re buying cuties,” Makki said crossing his arms with a smile.

“Like you can peel those..”

“Shut up Issei!”

[begko]

keep quiet. -seijoh 4

warnings: 18+ MDNI, poly, implied masturbation, implied sex(? I think), idk how to tag so lmk if there's anything else

contains: fem reader, seijoh 4 x reader (but mostly Matsukawa x reader and Hanamaki x reader)

wc: 1.2 k

a/n: I feel like there's not enough seijoh 4 fics out there so I decided to write one myself lol. This is my first fic so if anyone likes this I'll finish this and try to post more. Just ask and I'll lyk if I can do it!

Living in an apartment with four other boys never left your days feeling dull. Although you were all in your 20’s and supposedly more mature than your younger selves, they were still boys. 

They would each find ways to somehow piss you off, whether consciously or not. Dirty laundry in the living room, a bag of chips left open on the counter, or the loud moans of a random girl spilling through the crack in their bedroom door. These things wouldn’t typically leave you feeling so annoyed, but hearing a repeating “Yes Oikawa!” at 3 AM– the night before your abnormal psychology midterm may I add– was seriously starting to test your patience. 

Before you knew it, you found your feet gliding stomping down the hallway towards the brunette’s room, unknowingly drawing the other three to peek out from their own doors. 

“I SWEAR TO GOD TOORU. IF SHE DOESN’T SHUT UP YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN.” You emphasized your threat by loudly pounding your fist on his door, then swiftly retreating back to your room, slamming your door for good measure. You put your earbuds back in and tried to focus on the music that filled your ears.

Thankfully, you eventually drifted to sleep, but the groggy feeling you had the next morning did not dissipate, even with the large coffee you had made. After fumbling with your keys for what seemed like forever, you were met with the faces of your roommates, all waiting to greet you. They each gave you a warm smile, which normally would brighten your mood a bit, but the sight of Tooru’s face made a frown appear on your face. Without a word, you disappeared into your room and threw yourself onto the bed, hoping to catch up on some sleep.

“What did I do?” Hajime immediately slapped the back of Tooru’s head in response. “You idiot! She had an exam today and you haven’t even apologized for keeping her up!” Hajime clicked his tongue in annoyance at his best friend. Tooru rubbed the back of his head to soothe the pain. “Well how do I make her forgive me? I didn’t know she had an exam!” 

Hajime merely shook his head, “Figure it out.” he said before going to check on you. As he opened your door, he found you– jeans and all – laying face-down on your bed. A groan of acknowledgement came from your figure, causing Hajime to let out a breathy laugh. “You okay?” 

“Headache.” Was all you managed to say before beckoning him to lay with you. He obliged, letting you roll over before laying on top of your half-made bed with you. He adjusted you both so your head would be comfortably caged in his arms, while you curled into his warmth.

“It’s alright, just get some sleep. I’ll stay with you, baby.” There it was. That nickname he gave you. It always put a smile on your face, this time no different, as you drifted off with your lips sleepily curled up at the corners.

While, yes, they were annoying at times, one could argue that they had a soft spot for you. They would often lay with you if they knew you wanted the company, just as Hajime was doing. When a boy would break your heart, you would find one of them waiting outside of your lecture hall with a bouquet of daffodils, ready to take you out to eat or to a club. With them, you never needed to watch cringey rom-coms while incessantly crying. They distracted you from the heartache, until it eventually melted away. And those nicknames, god, those nicknames. You were sure that they meant nothing, but the way that they locked eyes with you as they uttered ‘Princess’ or ‘Darling’ made your heart stop in ways that felt more than platonic. Sometimes, when you touched yourself in the dead of the night, you found yourself imagining them saying it, driving you to your climax. But you would never admit that to any of them. Just as they wouldn’t admit that you would sometimes let your moans get loud enough for them to hear, driving them to let their hands wander down beyond the waistbands of their boxers. They quickly chased their high, knowing that without the sweet noises of your pleasure seeping through the thin walls, they would be left unsatiated.

You awoke to the delicious smell of food wafting in from the kitchen. After stretching a bit, you opened your eyes to find Hajime no longer next to you. You followed the smell into the main area of your apartment, finding the boys sitting at the kitchen counter chatting while Tooru stood with a pink apron on. 

Your small laugh caused them all to turn their heads to wear you stood, a smile appearing on each of their faces. You walked up to them and put your hands on the counter, surveying the mess left on top of it.

“I made you your favorite! And before you say anything, I was just about to clean up.” That drew another giggle to fall from your lips. You mumbled out a ‘You better.” as Tooru wrapped his arms around your form. “I’m sorry for keeping you up last night, please forgive me?” 

“ Fine, just buy a gag for the next time you wanna bring one of them home.” The four laughed while you began to set the table.

After dinner, Tooru told you to put on a movie while the rest of them did the dishes and grabbed something sweet to snack on. You opted to take a quick shower before doing so and changed into a comfortable tank top and shorts. As you plopped down on the couch and simply chose to re-watch The Hunger Games, Hiro and Issei sat down on either side of you. Issei guided you between his legs, allowing your head to lay on his chest, as Hiro moved your legs into his lap. Hiro draped a blanket over your form, as you gave him a small smile of thankfulness. Soon after, Hajime and Tooru sat in the smaller armchairs and started the movie. 

You’ve seen this movie a million times, after all it was your favorite. But as you watched Katniss tie herself to a tree in an attempt to get some sleep, you began to grow bored. You shifted from your position, fidgeting in hopes of becoming comfortable again. “Sit still, pretty girl. I wanna know what happens next.” You heard Issei whisper into your ear. You freeze. For some reason, the mixture of the hot breath that you felt on your neck and the raspiness of his voice made your stomach form a knot. But it wasn’t until you felt Hiro’s hand start to slowly travel up the length of your leg that you finally realized what you were feeling. You felt hot, making you squirm even more. Issei’s arm snaked around your middle, holding you in place. “I said sit still. We’ll give you a reward if you’re good.” Suddenly it felt like your senses were heightened. The feeling of Issei’s arm and Hiro’s wandering hands made your breathing come to a halt. Is this a dream?

“Do you trust us, pretty girl?”

[pshstar]

haikyuu !! library

below are fics of jjk that i personally like

note: do inform me if there is an error to the links! just send me an ask or dm me

—nav.

kuroo tetsuro

dry humping @haikyuu-sins

boss!kuroo | @4unnyr0se

just a pill | @tiza0925

akaashi keiji

bare tighs | @cherrye

kageyama tobio

apple cider | @4unnyr0se

that's it | @cherrye

miya atsumu

thigh riding | @teamatsumu

dilf!atsumu | @sugawara-sweetheart

virgin!atsumu | @kuroosdarling

chaperone | @ramhaiba

miya osamu

suna rintarou

lazy day | @pin-k-ink

bf!suna | @ravenslvt

bestfriend's brother - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 | @ravenslvt

untitled | @the-travelling-witch

untitled II | @hxltic

drabble | @kiatoru

jealousy | @cxsha-lilith

consume | @k4g3hika

miya twins (poly)

maelstrom - 1 - 2 | @pin-k-ink

share me! | @titsuya

somethin' new | @kiyoomi-levin

double trouble | @sluttsumu

ushijima wakatoshi

lusus | @pin-k-ink

it's sticky, toshi | @lxnarphase

seijoh 4

crush - 1 - 2 | @mulberrysilk

group sex | @teamatsumu

multi x reader

ticking dine bomb (sakuatsu) | @creative-crybaby

three's a crowd (bokuro) | @jinkicake

a dip in the hot tub (bokuro) | @mythiccheroacademia

untitled (kuroshima) | @haikyuusmut

untitled II (bokuaka) | @sugawara-sweetheart

a minute too late (atsukage) | @kuromochimi

saturday morning (sunaosa) | @half-baked-biscuit

separate / multi

match my freak ! | @wttcsms

ex boyfriend | @ravenslvt

that wasn't what it sounded like! | @fuyuluvr

is your girlfriend single? |@fuyuluvr

masterlists

@xrux ♡...

@jinkicake ♡...

@pin-k-ink ♡...

[heich0e]

LIV😭😭 I’ve read 4play about ten times now and I don’t have any plans on stopping anytime soon… BUT IM UP THINKING ABOUT SEIJOH 4 AND I NEED TO SHARE IT WITH YOU!! The boys drawing pretzel sticks again…BUT THIS TIME????? TO SEE WHOD GET YOU PREGNANT FIRST!! They’d be whining about how they wanted to be your first baby daddy. I think Oikawa would get the short end of the stick this time tho and he’d be crying and pouting about how it’s so unfair. SOBBING!!! I am physically sick from thinking about this and might pass out

IF THE 4PLAY UNIVERSE ENDED UP POLY (which according to my notes it does not but i still think it's a delicious thought) YOU KNOW THEY WOULD BE COMPETING FOR WHO KNOCKS YOU UP FIRST. I'd like to think they don't even draw pretzels it's just a free for all <3 may the best man win!!

[geronimowrites]

Amelioration

Part 1

Male! Reader x Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and Oikawa (Established poly relationship)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Heavy dom/sub dynamics, submissive male! reader, crybaby! Reader, brat tamer! Iwaizumi, hard dom! Oikawa, mean dom! Hanamaki, mean dom! Matsukawa, BDSM, spanking, use of sex toys, dacryphilia, hair pulling, drooling, spitting, dumbification

You weren’t supposed to go to the library today. You’d been overworking yourself lately, driven by a frenzy of anxiety that forced you to strive for nothing but perfection. Iwaizumi had finally put his foot down after you’d stayed awake for two and a half days, forbidding you from further throwing yourself into your studies at the expense of your health. He’d put Matsukawa, Hanamaki, and Oikawa on watch too, all of them keeping a close eye on you and making sure that you were resting and not studying. You’d been banned from going to the library for the next week.

At first, it seemed reasonable. You were so burned out that you slept like a baby for thirteen hours straight. But after a few days passed, your stagnant progress began to wear on you. A horrible, chiding itchiness scratched at the back of your brain, warning you of all the work piling up while you did nothing to put a dent in it. You needed to do something or else you were going to fall behind. Just a small assignment. Just one.

Thinking back, sneaking out of your shared apartment was a stupid idea, but your irrational fears won out over the logic you prided yourself on having. You had only wanted to go to the library for thirty minutes to recheck some of your sources while the four of them were sleeping, but thirty minutes turned into an hour, an hour into two, and then two into four. Now, staring at the buzzing light above your apartment door that was definitely turned off when you left, you’re regretting your decision.

A sick pit of dread sinks in your stomach as you fumble with your keys, breath puffing out in front of you in clouds, hands shaking and struggling to find the right one. You’re not sure if the trembling is from knowing you’ve been caught, the cold, or if it’s the remnants of all the caffeine in your system; yet another thing Iwaizumi had forbidden you from having.

You’re about to slot the key in the lock when the door is pulled open quickly. You freeze, arm still extended with the keys in hand, and slowly look up to the impassive faces of Hanamaki and Matsukawa through your snowflake-coated lashes.

They stand silently, the only sound audible being the occasional car driving down the road beside the apartment building, streets nearly abandoned due to the time of night and the snow. You consider bolting for a brief, insane moment as you look at their imposing figures clad in the dark slacks and button-down shirts they always wear during scenes. Between the two of them, they completely fill up the door frame, each towering over you and nailing your feet to the floor with their heavy gazes.

You consider running again when Matsukawa snatches the collar of your jacket with an iron grip and begins to pull you forward into the warm apartment where you know both Iwaizumi and Oikawa are waiting for you. You dig your heels into the ground for a short second, pulling away, scared of their silence and Mattsun’s too-firm hands on you, only to go limp as their eyes flash dangerously at your resistance.

You’ve never seen this side of them; all silence, rough hands, and cold glares….It makes you nauseous to know that your actions are what drove them to this point. You’re normally so well behaved, following all their rules, and content being their good baby. You doubt you’ll ever go against Iwaizumi’s orders again simply because you hate the way they’re looking at you in disappointment, punishment aside.

You’re tugged none too gently over the threshold and pushed into the dim entry hallway where Hanamaki seals your fate by curling dexterous fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck, making your stomach drop as he secures you in place. The door slams shut behind you, leaving you at their mercy.

A short, clipped whimper is forced from your throat when Maki tightens his grip and wrenches your head back by your hair, pulling, pulling, until you’re looking straight up at him as he leans over you from behind. You stare at his upside-down face, eyes wide and pricking with tears as the pure sadistic glee morphing his facial features registers with you.

They’ve been waiting for you to fuck up like this. They’ve been looking forward to it.

You flinch and shiver when Matsukawa’s cold fingers ghost over the exposed, taut flesh of your neck, but you can’t escape the sensations due to Hanamaki’s tight hold on your head. They both crowd you in, each so much bigger than you and practically suffocating you with their presence alone.

You know you’re fucked when Matsukawa’s wandering hands leave for a moment, only to return briefly to fasten a thick, weighty leather collar around your throat while Maki keeps you still. The material is warm and familiar against your chilled skin, most likely from sitting in his pocket for a prolonged period of time.

However, goosebumps break out over your body when you recognize the collar from the set of cuffs, straps, and connectors they use when they want to keep you very still. They’re Iwaizumi’s favorites to use during intense scenes where they don’t want you to be able to escape their treatment. You’ve never had to be punished severely, so you’re inexperienced with having them on for anything other than intense sensation play or temperature play.

You want to talk to them- to beg them for forgiveness, but the words get stuck in your throat when Mattsun finishes, squeezing over the collar with large hands for good measure and choking you abruptly.

Your hands fly up to grip his wrists, startled by the sudden juxtaposition between his feather-light strokes and bruising hold. You pull at his hands, just wanting him to ease up a little when Hanamaki suddenly slaps yours away. The action makes you ache mentally as much as it hurts physically, the startling realization that they are not going to go easy on you making the tears building up in your eyes threaten to spill over. You hold your stinging hand to your chest and refrain from making a sound for fear of pissing them off even more, while Maki chuckles at your reaction.

Matsukawa turns after he releases you, crouching down, and fishes something out of a black duffel that’s been placed beside the door. You let out a tiny sniffle when Maki twists his hand in your hair harshly, forcing the tears brimming in your eyes to overflow with the burning ache settling over the nape of your neck. The sudden spike in pain makes the thoughts churning around in your head tumble out in a flurry of pathetic apologies.

“M’ sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! I didn’t mean t-“ Maki cuts you off quickly, flattening his big palm over your mouth to stop your babbling before you can give an explanation.

“What? Didn’t mean to get caught? We don’t give a shit about why. You disobeyed a direct order. From Iwaizumi, too. Out of all of us, I’d have thought he’d be the one you were the least likely to defy.” He mutters, releasing you, only to shove two of his fingers into your mouth when you open to give a retort.

“I don’t want to hear another word from you until someone gives you permission or asks you a question. Now make this hole useful and suck.” He tells you, stroking your tongue softly with the pads of his index and middle finger. You oblige, eager to obey and show him that you can be a good boy despite the tears dripping down your cheeks.

“Oh, look at this dumb little crybaby Mattsun. We haven’t even gotten to the good parts yet and he’s already so scared.” Maki coos, before thrusting the fingers in your mouth back into your throat, making you gag and choke around them.

You whine quietly and squeeze your eyes shut, more hot tears rolling down your cold cheeks. You tremble, needing to get away from his mean words and cruel hands, but he doesn’t allow you an inch of breathing room. Matsukawa doesn’t respond, only clicking his tongue in exasperation when he looks up and sees that Maki is being truthful.

“Such cute reactions. It’s a shame you don’t fuck up more often, truly. You cry so prettily.” Hanamaki whispers in your ear like it’s a secret between just the two of you. He loosens his grip on your hair just slightly, only to readjust and pull you back to rest your head against his shoulder. His fingers move slowly inside your mouth, switching between petting over your tongue while you suck, and rubbing the slick ridges of your hard palate.

“Luckily for us though, you’re going to get it tonight. You’re in so much trouble.” He says, practically singing the words and punctuating his sentence with a sharp nip to your ear. His pure delight with the situation makes you shake against his solid form, which you can tell he’s enjoying by the hard-on pressed up against your lower back.

The four of them have always expressed their enjoyment of your crybaby tears, Maki and Oikawa in particular, even going as far as to show you sad videos every now and then so they can watch your lower lip wobble and your eyes drip steady streams seemingly out of nowhere. Of course, they’d comfort you afterward, taking you into their arms or on their laps so they could wipe away your tears, apologizing for being mean but secretly not regretting a thing.

When Matsukawa stands, he keeps his broad back to you and lets several objects clatter into the narrow console table before he turns around. His hands reach out and he quickly strips you of your coat, throwing it into the corner, before he begins unbuttoning your soft, oversized flannel that you stole from Iwaizumi. As each button comes undone, you become less and less certain of where it will lead.

You shiver when he flicks open your shirt, revealing the flat expanse of your chest to the chill of the entryway. His long, cold fingers immediately latch onto the sensitive buds of your nipples, rubbing them and pinching them meanly and watching as they perk up and harden under his attention. You squirm, unable to stay still against the ache that’s starting up in your chest, and Maki tsks and tightens his grip on your hair when you try to pull away.

“So sensitive,” Matsukawa mutters, face still as impassive as when he started.

“He’s gonna get his hair ripped out if he doesn’t stop squirming though.” Maki comments, and you whimper as more of your tears fall.

Matsukawa’s touches are clinical despite the intimate nature of the act, and his apathy puts a metaphorical distance between you that you desperately want to close. His hands abruptly leave your nipples, abandoning them with a flick to the harsh air and leaving them flushed and pert. The sudden change makes you dizzy, though you assume that their goal is to keep you on your toes and prevent you from anticipating their moves.

“You know he can’t help it, he’s always been a wiggler,” Mattsun says, tone bored and sounding like he’s commenting on the weather. You look at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he’ll take pity on you. However, he only smirks, wipes the little trail of drool off your chin, and pulls Maki’s fingers from your mouth. He crouches down just a little, admiring the slick coat of spit glistening on Maki’s fingers in the low light, before he’s pulling those same fingers into his own mouth, licking and sucking the drool off.

The sound of him swishing it around in his mouth makes you blush heavily, and you do even more so when he leans over and feeds the mixture into Maki’s mouth through a messy, rough kiss. The two men make out above your head, squishing you between them, and you keep your hands flat to your sides despite the burning urge to touch them. You’re already in hot water, and you haven’t been given permission to participate. It’s mean, but you’re determined to prove that you’re worthy of their trust again.

When they separate, Matsukawa immediately looks down at you, noting your downcast eyes and appearing satisfied that you’ve passed his test.

“That’s a good boy, keeping your hands to yourself. I knew you could do it.” He coos, tilting your chin up and pecking you on the nose.

Matsukawa crouches in front of you and begins unlacing your winter boots, pulling the heavy shoes off of your sock-clad feet, and chucking them away just like he did to your coat. He chuckles quietly when he sees the pattern on your socks; cute little rubber duckies, a pair of thigh-highs that Oikawa bought you as a joke but you ended up loving.

His hands settle on your hips for a short moment, and you barely have any time to prepare yourself before he’s curling his fingers into your waistband and yanking your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear, the socks, and the open flannel. He throws your pants into the slowly accumulating pile of the rest of your clothes and turns back to face you, still on his knees.

“We need to get you more pairs like these,” he says, stroking up your legs and paying close attention to the area of your thighs where the socks end, making the soft skin bulge out slightly from the tight material.

“A garter belt would be nice too- oh I bet he’d look so cute in panties.” Maki coos, thumbing the elastic band of your short briefs. You flush brightly at the embarrassing idea, not surprised at all that Maki would get off on dressing you like a girl. However, it does stir something in you that you can’t deny is appealing.

“Would you like that, pretty boy? Want us to dress you up all cute and let Iwa and Mattsun wreck you, huh? Maybe after Oikawa finishes with you we can plan something, but you’ve gotta keep being a good boy.” Maki purrs, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing roughly. The thought alone makes you shift on your feet, warmth pooling in your stomach at the idea.

“I’ll be a good boy.”’You respond, but it comes out as a shy whisper. Matsukawa laughs at you, pressing a quick kiss into the soft skin of your tummy, before he’s up and sorting through the objects he left on the console table.

“We’re going to make sure of that tonight.” He says, holding up a device that has your legs closing tightly on instinct. You let out a drawn-out whine to express your displeasure, and a fresh wave of tears floods down your cheeks as you get a better idea of how the night is going to go. He peers over his shoulder to take in your reaction, eyes too wide and grin a tad bit unhinged; the most expressive you’ve seen him since you got home.

The particular toy he holds in his hand is a small, inconspicuous remote-controlled vibrating butt plug. Although in your eyes, it’s more like a torture device than a pleasure tool. The first and only time they’d used it on you, you’d ended up cumming in less than ten seconds after Matsukawa had turned it on, and spent another few seconds of torturous pleasure crying and begging him to turn it off. It was much too powerful to do anything other than force orgasms out of you, and yet it fit so snugly against your prostate it was like it was made specifically for your body.

“See Maki, I told you he’d remember his little friend here,” Mattsun says with a smirk before he sets it back down and picks up a pair of leather cuffs and a chain connector, and makes his way back to you.

“Gonna have to do something about all of that wiggling if we want to use that though, huh?” He asks you lowly, and you nod after a beat of hesitation, still eyeing the cursed toy wearily. He snaps in your face, breaking your trance and making you jump slightly. When you look up at him he smiles just a little bit softer than he has been, eyes crinkling just a tad, and holds out one of his hands expectantly.

“Right hand first. Give me your color too, baby. You’re crying an awful lot already.” He says, and behinds fastening the cuff around your wrist when you place your palm in his hand.

“Green.” You whisper after a moment, unable to deny the excitement coursing alongside your dread for the overwhelming toy. You want them to give you everything, to do everything they want with you.

“Good boy, takin’ time to think,” He says, praising your careful self-evaluation and moving on to cuff your left wrist. You have a tendency to get stuck in your head, uncertain of exactly what you’re feeling in the moment, so the four of them have no problem slowing down for a second to let you process even if you have been bad.

When the two cuffs are situated snuggly on your wrists, Mattsun clips one end of the chain connector to your left cuff before threading it through the metal loop of your collar and connecting the second. The connector is only long enough for your hands to rest against your collar bones, locking them firmly in place and keeping your hands well out of the way. It’s odd, but not uncomfortable.

He steps back towards the table, content with his job, and Maki finally releases your hair from his grip, satisfied that you’re not going to run off or do something stupid. He smoothes over the sore area with his palm, rubbing the ache out as best as he can. You lean into his pets, feeling yourself sink slightly into a cloudy haze as you eagerly accept the momentary comfort he’s offering you, likely the last time he’ll do so until Oikawa and Iwaizumi are through with you. Hanamaki turns you around, guiding your head into his chest and letting you rest there while he busies himself with lifting your flannel out of the way.

“You make me so fucking mad, you know that baby?” He starts, whispering, scratching his short nails gently over your bare back while he talks. “You’re so good to us all the time, but you’re not taking care of yourself. That’s why we have to do this. Because our baby deserves the best and he can’t have that if he’s jeopardizing his own health.” He tells you and finishes by giving you a gentle peck on the crown of your head. The soft words and affection instantly have your tears springing back to life, and he coos and rubs your back when he hears you sniffling.

“God, he’s just a leaky little faucet, isn’t he?” Mattsun murmurs from directly behind you, reaching around to swipe away a few stray tears. You flinch slightly when his cold hand comes around your waist and splays over your tummy, gently pulling you backward just a little so he can slip the thick band of a leather waist cuff above your hips. The material matches that of the ones adorning your wrists and neck and is fitted with an array of loops and rings where connectors can be clipped. You squirm in place just a little, moving in anticipation at the addition, and Maki quiets your motions with firm hands.

“Just a wiggly little crybaby,” Maki responds, squeezing the plush flesh just below your hips as Matsukawa tightens the cuff fully. He makes short work of the ankle and thigh cuffs next, moving faster now that he’s not occupied with teasing you. He leaves your legs free of connectors for the moment, and you know that won’t be the case when Oikawa gets his hands on you. The man has a morbid fascination with seeing you completely immobile and at his mercy.

When he stands he gives you a firm slap on the rear, making you jerk forward further into Maki’s chest. You go to shield your ass from him, trying to protect the stinging flesh from further abuse, but your hands stop short, jerking the chain connecting your cuffs to your collar with a rattle. Your eyes widen when you realize that’s exactly the reason they’re cuffed the way they are.

“Oh? Smart baby figured it out then? You didn’t think we were just going to be using the toy on you, did you?” Hanamaki asks rhetorically, sadistic glee alight once more as he takes in your pale face. You should have guessed, really. As torturous as it would be, just forcing orgasms out of you would be too simple- too easy for them to do. You shift on your feet, bouncing on your toes slightly as you’re overcome with a burst of nervous energy.

“There are the hops,” Matsukawa says, laughing slightly as he identifies the tell for when you get nervous. He turns his back to you, busying himself with the items still on the table, and you turn to watch him, putting your back to Maki. When he faces you again, he has the devil incarnate in his hand, the remote that goes with it, and a bottle of lube. He raises an eyebrow at you, noting how you’ve turned to face him, and smirks.

“Oh come on. What’s the matter? Don’t trust me?” He practically purrs out. You think for a moment, before deciding to answer honestly.

“Not really, no.” You say softly, and they both laugh to your relief.

“Ah, well, I don’t blame you. Now, hold these for me.” He says, handing you the remote and the plug and placing the sleek toys against the palms of each cuffed hand. You grasp them with uncertainty, a little confused, but when he pressed the small, rectangular bottle of lube to your lips, you get a better idea of what he wants.

“Be a dear and give these to Iwaizumi, love.”

Reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

[itsthe-grim-reaper]

Can I get HC or a smol fic about how Seijoh treats the fact my boobs make wearing tank tops difficult?

mhm!! Sorry this took so long to do!

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TEASE

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Warnings!

Groping

Suggestive

Teasing

Polyamory

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“Hey! Move your hand. Me next!”

These are the words of Tōru Oikawa, upon being denied access to your breasts. He’s whining about how his best friend can have all the fun and he can’t.

“Nah. No way.” Hajime pinches your nipple through your shirt to make you squeal, smirking. “I don’t think I wanna give this up.”

“She’s got cute boobs.” Matsukawa rumbles, sitting on the arm of the couch and peering down your shirt.

Hanamaki is next to prod. “Pop a titty for us, sweetie!”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, gasping in exclamation when Iwaizumi moves your shirt slightly and lets your tits tumble out of the tank top.

The boys gawk for a second before bartering.

There was one, big question that was held over their heads.

Who’s first?

[osamusbigtits]

why is bokuakakuroken so normalized in the haikyuu fandom but not the seijoh 4 as a poly ship?

[iwaasfairy]

pls my mind has been plagued w seijoh 4 🤧🤧🤧 i just want to be their lil sweetheart (read: brat) whom they dote on (read: devour) <333 if u are feelin it miss fairy can u give us something indulgent with one or all of them 🥺

tw poly, daddy, brief mention of weed, someone calls you pup, just sub/dom stuff <33

clover i hope you know i really love this so much i'd just write a whole 200 p essay about this idea i hOPE YOU KNOW I HAD TO cUT MYSELF OFF sO HARD

contains iwaizumi, mattsun, oikawa and makki x fem!reader

“What do you think?” Issei’s thumb is pressed right on your bottom lip, refusing to let you suck it into your mouth like you really want to. Instead he’s turned towards Iwaizumi, loosening his tie as he waits for a response.

Though Iwa’s cheeks are a little flushed, they always are when you’re any modicum of naked in front of him, he barely does anything to respond, and stretches his leg out wider to give you some more room on the couch. Mattsun clicks his tongue, you whine, and Iwa ignores you both.

He takes a long drag from the red-glowing dart poised prettily between his lips though, as you study the curve of his neck and the sharp lines of his chin, his nose, the way his long, dark eyelashes make his eyes appear softer. Then he hands it over to the one basically hanging off of the couch, his head dangling off the edge, face almost as pink as the strawberry blond hair that is now drooping every which way.

Makki doesn’t say anything, just uses his free hand to grip the blunt as his other squeezes your interlaced fingers a bit harder. You don’t know if you’ll get much out of him tonight, something that makes you smile, nuzzling your face further into Hajime’s thigh. This he doesn’t ignore, trapping your cheeks between his fingers to make them a bit pudgy, and leaning down to press a long, lazy kiss upside down onto your lips.

It’s gone too quick though, and you are quick enough to keep him near by wrapping your arms around his neck. “Please, daddy,” you whisper against his lips, catching the tail end of his low giggle at your pitiful attitude. They joke about how needy you get, but you’re fully aware there’s not a shred of truth out of place there. You can’t help it. Issei’s fingers trail lazily over the exposed part of your chest, before dragging the flimsy top down to bare your tits.

It’s a little cold, but not for long. A hot mouth descends onto your nipple, giving it a mean bite that has your hand grabbing at his hair. Thick, dark curls tight between your fingers when he doesn’t let go, but instead soothes the pain with his soft tongue. The smacking sound is enough to have Hajime pulling away from you for the show, one of his hands gripping your other tit with a groan. “Fuck.”

“Ah-” there’s the fourth voice, soft and honeyed as he cracks open the door a little further, “I should’ve known you two wouldn’t wait.” The tall brunet stands and waits for any kind of reaction, before clicking his tongue. “Don’t you look awfully comfy, baby? You enjoying that?” Tooru’s soft smile is enough to have your entire body warming, if it wasn’t already for the greedy hands that roam the expanse of your skin.

Easily dragging over every soft curve, ridding you of the obstructing fabric a bit too eagerly. You hum into it when Tooru kneels down to kiss you, a sweet, champagne-y taste slipping from his lips. His tongue melts to yours, making you feel like cotton candy, all light and sugary and floaty.

Until Issei suddenly yanks your legs up over his shoulder to remove your panties, making you giggle into the kiss. When Tooru pulls back, you can’t help but glare a little at Issei’s self-satisfied grin. He doesn’t give you anything to complain about though, shirt already gone as he paws at your now exposed cunt, swiping his thumb through your wetness a few times. “As much as I’m enjoying this,” you sigh, reaching out to worm your fingertips along Hajime’s thigh under his boxers, “I’d enjoy it more if you took this off.”

Hajime lifts an eyebrow. “Please, daddy?” Someone groans, then Makki’s lifting himself up to start shedding his own clothes, face red and eyes blown out.

“Why’dyou always have to say it like that. Gets me hard as fuck.” He nudges Tooru aside to squat and grip your cheeks much like had been before, only this time his hooded eyes focus on the way you let your tongue drop out. “That’s our pretty, little pup.” He collects some spit on his tongue, before letting it drip into your mouth with a grin, gripping himself through his pants. “That’s it, I don’t need this anymore.” He hands the last of the blunt to Tooru, who promptly puts it out, as if seeming to come to the same revelation. “Got a better way to destress.”

Tooru’s the one to make the first new mark, an obnoxious hickey right above your left breast, before kicking off his pool shorts and letting his hardening cock hang between his legs for you to whine for. Not that he cares much, too busy leaving sloppy kisses along your tits and belly.

“Does it involve me getting my pussy filled?” you pout, trying to fight against Iwa’s grip on your wrist where you’re trying so desperately to free his hard, no-doubt glossy flushed cock from his boxers. Issei slowly forces a second finger deep into your slick pussy with the tip of his tongue between his teeth, fucking his thick fingers ever so lazily into your sensitive walls. He makes your thighs clench with a little kiss to your clit, before looking up between your legs and meeting your needy gaze.

“If you get to begging, maybe.”

[badtzbot]

seijoh 4 uni hc <3

thinking very hard abt seijoh 4 poly (bonus kudos for uni/roomates au) TT

"rambles about interests" oikawa and "listens with heart eyes" issei

literally all 4 of them overwork themselves lol. they have to remind each other to take care of themselves

issei puts milk first takahiro hates them for it

hiros fuckin lactose intolerant and he hates all the types of substitute milk, he’s not allowed to have an opinion on this >:/

iwaoi go out for morning runs and hiro (NOT a morning person) absolutely hates them for it

issei has ZERO sleep schedule. this dude has chronic insomnia/hypersomnia at the same fuckin time

roulette wheel sleep schedule ass mf

tooru and hiro have the worst fuckin fashion taste

its intentional in hiro’s case

HE BUYS THE MOST CLASHING COLOURS AND STUFF JUST BECAUSE HE WANTS TO LOOK TERRIBLE

mans actually has a good fashion taste but he refuses to follow it

iwa being late to a morning class by accident!!!

he pulls on a hoodie without looking to see who’s it is and rushes out the door

only when after he gets to class does he realise it’s isseis

it’s like. 3 sizes too big

but it’s way too cold to take it off so he’s just embarassed the whole time

when he gets home tooru and hiro have gone out to get lunch for them and only issei is home

they see hajime in his hoodie and just,,, HEART MELTS.

THESE TWO ARE SO FUCKING CUTE I CANT DO THIS

hajime just drowning in this navy blue oversized sweater all soft and blushy....

issei’s brain turns to MUSH

hiro and tooru get home after to see hajime and issei cuddling with hajime on issei’s lap and they nearly drop the food

they r the cutest

issei taking out tooru to go shopping

rich trust fund baby issei

hiros rlly good at baking and decent-ish at cooking, though he’s known to accidentally spill stuff a lot and never wash the stuff he cooked with after

tooru on dishwashing duty because he’s really bad at cooking

hajime is a decent cook and can make some basic desserts

ALWAYS washes his stuff after

issei is like. russian roulette cooking. you can either get a gordon ramsey michelin star 3-course meal or grey potato mush

they use like 3 pots max and cleans up after only if they feel like it

nonbinary mattsun and transmasc iwa/hiro give me life. also i fuckin love genderfluid tooru

so yeah all 4 of them are like. What Is Gender???????

they/them issei

he/they/xe tooru

he/they/pup iwa

he/him/fae hiro

god i love them. seijoh 4 my beloved

Bonus: Once hiro and tooru just started BLASTING Thomas the tank engine theme song at like 3 in the morning and they got so many noise complaints because of it. iwa sent one of the noise complaints

[kkusuka]

hq headcannons mlist

all of my haikyuu headcannons (bc i ddint like my masterlists) 

all in chronological order :) 

everything else of haikyuu is here 

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Kinks- Ace edition <3 (smut)

characters:  Aran, Asahi, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Terushima, and Ushijima

Poly Headcannons pt.1 <3  (smut)

characters:  Kageyama & Hinata, Oikawa & Iwaizumi, Ushijima & Tendo, Sakusa & Atsumu, Kurro & Kenma, and finally Bokuto & Akaashi.

Middle blockers kinks <3 (smut)

characters:  Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintaro, Satori Tendo, Taichi Kawanishi, Issei Matsukawa,  Takanobu Aone,, Shoyo Hinata, Lev Haiba Shugo Meian (MSBY captain), and Yutaro Kindaichi

Random Captain horny Hcs <3  (smut)

characters: Bokuto, KIta, Ushijima, Oikawa, Daichi, Kuroo, Terushima, Daishou, Futakuchi

Kinks- Setters <3 (smut)

characters:  Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koshi, Atsumu Miya, Semi Eita, Shirabu Kenjiro, Kanji Koganegawa, Akaashi Keji, Kenma Kozume,  Yahaba Shigeru and  Keishin Ukai

Aftermath pt.1 <3 (smut)

characters:  ushijima, bokuto, iwaizumi, aran, miya twins, tendou, sakusa, and komori

Inarizaki horny headcannons pt.1 <3  (smut)

characters: all of Inarizaki 

Aftermath pt.2 <3 (smut)

characters:  matsukawa, suna, kyotani (daddy maddog), kuroo, daichi, oikawa, futakuchi

Fake bang <3 

characters: The Miya Twins, Futakuchi, Oikawa, Tendou, Lev, Kuroo, Bokuto, Suna, Semi, Terushima, Noya, Tanaka, Iwaizumi, Komori, ft. Kyotani

Proposals <3 

characters: MSBY 4 and the Alders 

Seijoh horny Hc’s (smut)

characters: all of Aoba Johsai 

Reverse Fake bang <3

characters: Miya Twins, Suna

Short but fiesty s/o <3

characters:  Tsukishima, Kuroo, Atsumu, and Oikawa

Ploy Headcannons pt.2 <3  (smut)

characters:  Oikawa & Ushijima, Hanamaki & Matsukawa, Suna & Osamu, Kita & Aran, iwaizumi & Kyotani, and Oikawa & Kageyama

Thicc gf pt. 1 <3  (smut)

characters:  Suna, Hinata, Iwaizumi, and Bokuto

MSBY horny Hc’s <3 (smut)

characters: MSBY 4, and hints of shugo meian

Masturbating to their s/o’s sent <3  (smut)

characters:  iwaizumi, kenma, akaashi, and matsukawa

Random nicknames they give you <3

character:  osamu, sakusa, ushijima, kageyama, bokuto, and tsukishima

Little fluffy things <3

characters: a whole bunch, just almost al of them (not really but you get the point) 

Being too insecure to sit on their face<3  (smut)

characters:  Bokuto, Tendou, Atsumu, and Kuroo

Little toxic things pt.1 <3  (the part two to this is on the other mlist) 

this episode: bad relationships <3 

characters: oikawa,  sakusa, atsumu, suna 

Thicc gf pt.2 <3  (smut)

characters:  Ushijima, Semi, Akaashi, Oikawa, Sugawara and Futakuchi

Soft Gf <3 

characters: Kageyama 

Thicc Gf pt.3 <3  (smut)

characters:  kuroo, terushima, sakusa, daichi, Aone, Osamu, Kyotani, Kuguri

Dry humping Pt.1 <3  (smut)

characters:  tendou, suna, nishinoya, kenma, and iwaizumi 

Deceiving looks gf <3  (smut)

characters:  Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Konoha, Terushima, and Atsumu

Latina gf <3 

characters: Atsumu 

pregnant s/o <3 

characters:  suna, atsumu and kuroo

Getting carried away in front of the team<3  (slight smut)

characters:  kuroo, iwa, semi, sakusa and osamu 

Cooing s/o <3

characters:  kuroo, bokuto, semi, tsukishima, osamu and noya

Kenma having a gf with nice thighs & kags being jealous of noya and hinata or sleeping on manger-chan <3 

characters: Kenma, Kageyama (noya and Hinata mentioned) 

Argentinian Pro Volleyball player gf <3 

characters: oikawa 

Little toxic things pt.2 <3 

bad dynamics <\3 

characters : the MSBY 4 

Dry humping Pt.2 

characters:  kuroo, kags, daichi, bokuto and suga

Calling them Pretty boy <3 

characters: MSBY 4 and Osamu 

More Inarizaki horny hc’s <3  (smut)

characters: all of inarizaki 

Shiratorizawa horny hc’s <3  (smut)

characters: all of shiratorizawa

Reacting to smooth legs <3 

characters:  oikawa suna kenma and tendou

Telling them you faked an orgasm </3  (slight smut)

characters:  osamu, suna, akaashi and suga 

loves your scent <3 

characters: Oikawa,Suna, Tendou, Akaashi, and Kenma

trying yo make you blush<3  

characters: atsumu, oikawa, terushima, kuroo and suna

Parenting Hinata <3 

charaters: Bokuto and Hinata 

chaperone sakusa<3 

character: sakusa 

Virgins <3  (smut)

characters:  Bokuto, Osamu, Ushijima, Aone, and Sakusa

nervous virgins <3  (smut)

characters; Tanaka, Noya, Tsukishima, Goshiki, and Kenma

Random Ace Headcannons <3  (smut)

characters: the aces

Fighting their fans <3 

characters:  Oikawa, Atsumu, Akaashi, Semi, and Terushima

[curtsycream]

Seijoh Four Blurb

It was comforting when the wind would howl blowing the branches on a tree. The light pelting of rain on the window that at times would get heavy before settling down. The coziness of blankets and sweaters as you’re nestled between the ones you love. All while a soft ballad plays on the tv that emits enough light for you to read.

Hanamaki snored softly as his head rested on Oikawa’s torso. The two of them asleep on the left side of the bed as she sits between Iwazumi and Matsukawa reading a book.

Her eyes focused on the pages of the book as Matsukawa scroll through tiktok. Every now and then a small chuckle leaving his lips as he keeps his hand in Oikawa’s hair. His fingers tangled in his soft brown hair as Oikawa smiles on his sleep.

One could only imagine what he was dreaming about…

To her right sits Iwazumi as his head rests on her shoulder. His eyes scanning the words on the page of the book as she reads. He wasn’t really reading just skimming to see if anything interesting would occur.

But she enjoyed it all the same, the closeness was her favorite part about rainy days. Days where no one had classes or work and could relax together.

Rainy days where the sound lulls you to sleep.

[begko]

me after reading your keep quiet fict

if you happen to drop the next part would you mind tagging me? god it’s been so long since a seijoh fict got my h^rny lvls off the charts. the fact that it’s the four of them? even better. listen every has their favorite but favoritism is really blinding them and not making realizing that all of them are hot collectively. four men are just better. I don’t make the rules! it’s just a simple fact. how could people sit their and choose? nah son fork all of them over. I WANT EVERY SINGLE ONE. poly seijoh four is the best. top tier

THE LAST LINE WAS A KILLER. SIR IM NOT MOVING AN INCH. MY ASS UP IN THE AIR FRRR.

hi!!! omg thank you so much for reading!!

i will absolutely tag you once I post it, i'll hopefully get to writing it over the weekend.

i loveeeeeee my seijoh 4 boys i could never ever pick a fave. they're just so FOINEEEE.

[moonbinnie0983]

Currently thinking about how being in a poly relationship with seijoh 4 would be so fucking amazing-

You got some big strong men always there for you when you need them, knowing you like the back of their hands

Also thinking about how most the time sex is a group activity, actively involving everyone in the relationship, but sometimes you have nights where you only have one of them.

Those nights feel more intimate than when y'all are all together

Mattsu praising you the entire time, iwazumi being softer, makki letting you take control and oikawa making you feel like you're the only two people in the world.

[seijorhi]

Thank you so much for giving us such amazing writing. I really love your HQ work!

I am also curious on your thoughts about the Seijoh 4 all wanting the same darling.

Would they team up to keep the darling under control or would it be cause for them to finally go head to head?

Just wondering / thirsting about this. Especially after Scion.

i love that we have essentially circled back to the early days of this blog haha

i've written about seijoh 4 in a few fics; et tu being the main one, but there's also hints of it in both finders keepers and baby it's cold outside. i think out of all of my poly groupings i've written (aside from duos), these guys probably have the best dynamic.

their personalities compliment each others, they know the roles they each play (and how to share) and they have a strong friendship to back it up. they're kind of like a well oiled machine so rip darling i guess

[geronimowrites]

Seijoh 4 x GN! Reader Imagine

18+ | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | Age in bio

Imagine being in an established poly relationship with the Seijoh 4, who constantly bully their little crybaby SO just because they love their reactions. I can see Maki and Mattsun ambushing you out of nowhere, one of them grabbing you and holding you still while the other dumps ice cubes into your underwear. They’d both hold your arms afterwards, watching as you tried and failed to squirm away from the ice, not releasing you until it all melted <3

Then imagine Iwa and Oikawa coming up to you during random parts of the day while you’re at home, one of them pulling you into their chest, making you think they’re just going in for a hug. That is, until the other quickly strips you of your pants and underwear, leaving you bare and running away with your clothing. You could whine and cry all you wanted, but they wouldn’t give them back until you’d bent over for them, showing off your dripping parts and hole all prettily exposed just for them to look at and use <3

[itsthe-grim-reaper]

ok ok one last thing for i sleep...poly seijoh 4. raven nonnie OUT

GOD YES YUM!! NINI MY LITTLE RAVEN NONNIE!!!

Okay but I know everyone has their own ideas but I always see them as:

Oikawa: brat, switch

Iwaizumi: brat tamer, dominant

Matsukawa: soft dom, experimental though

Hanamaki: submissive

This is how I usually rp them! But these are my headcanons for their bdsm tropes