#seijoh 4 x fem!reader

[teamatsumu]

all eyes on you. (seijoh 4 x reader)

warnings: pure smut, not even an iota of plot, swearing, fem!reader, voyeurism, fingering, masturbation, implied group sex, slight degradation

word count: 1k

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead

“H-Hajime,” Your voice trembles and breaks, body arched and wound up tight. Your nails dig into his forearms enough to leave marks, but you’re not sure he minds, considering his fingers only speed up inside you and he moans deliciously in your ear.

Iwaizumi has your back against his chest, and your legs hooked over his. He spreads his legs, simultaneously spreading yours, his unoccupied arm wrapped tight around your waist to hold you in place and keep you nice and open for the three pairs of hungry eyes that are trained on your naked, sweaty body.

“Touch her clit,” Hanamaki whispers, his hand working over his own exposed cock. He is leaning back on the couch before you, looking more bored than anything, but his eyes are sizzling with heat, unblinking, and his hand on his cock is urgent. Your breath stutters, and you’re not sure if it’s because of his words or because Iwaizumi chooses that moment to curl his fingers inside you.

“Don’t tell me how to please my girlfriend.” Iwaizumi grunts back, free hand reaching up to cup at your breast almost possessively. Nevertheless, his fingers slide out of you with a wet squelch and reach up to toy at your engorged clit. Your legs jerk and you gasp at the change in sensations.

“Don’t get snarky, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa’s voice does not match the playfulness of his words. It is husky and low, and he too is playing with his erection. The head is deep pink and weeping with precum, proudly showing just how aroused he is. How can he not be? With the show Iwaizumi is using you to put on.

“She loves it so much, see? Look how pretty she looks.” Oikawa continues, voice turning softer now, more teasing. It almost doesn’t feel like a compliment. Like he is demeaning you, but it only turns you on even more. You can’t believe this is something you enjoy, the jeering way he was talking about you. Iwaizumi never did that. You whine, eyebrows creasing.

“She likes that.” Matsukawa somehow sounds just as sharp and teasing as Oikawa. He has been quiet this whole time, only watching. He hadn’t even undressed, choosing to instead stick his hand in his pants and slowly stroke over himself. Deep down, you longed to see his cock too, knowing because of the jokes the boys made over the years that he was more than well endowed. But you are too shy to voice your desire. You are already doing something you couldn’t have imagined in a million years.

“You assholes are lucky you’re even watching this.” Iwaizumi quipped. “Don’t be ungrateful.”

He keeps his fingers moving on your clit, unwinding his other arm from around you to fill up your empty hole again. You gasp and arch again, one arm reaching back to grip tight on his hair while the other continues clawing at his skin.

“Tell me how you feel, baby.” He coos, knowing you are getting closer.

“Tell us how you feel.” Oikawa interjects, grinning when Iwaizumi shoots him a glare. His hand speeds up, anticipating your release and wanting to reach his high at the same time.

“I-” You weep, tears escaping your eyes to coat your cheeks instead. “I- Hajime!”

“Sshh, I’ve got you.” Hajime kisses the skin just below your ear, a spot that he knows is sensitive. “You’re doing so good, baby. God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Everyone’s looking at you. You’re so sexy.”

“You are, Y/N-chan.” Oikawa speaks again. “Can’t believe I’ve never seen you like this before. Been missing out.”

“Wish it was me,” Hanamaki chimed in. “Wonder what your pretty pussy would feel like on my cock.”

“Watch it.” Iwaizumi warned, but you moaned loudly, clamping down hard on his fingers. Matsukawa snickered.

“You’ve got a whore on your hands, Iwa.” He commented. “She fucking loves the thought of it. Isn’t that right?”

He leans forward, hand moving faster and faster inside his jeans. His words shock you, he is so crass. But it sends a current zipping down your torso, settling like heat in the pit of your stomach. Iwaizumi rubbed hard against your clit, curling his fingers against your spot.

“You want their cocks?” Iwaizumi groans into the shell of your ear, picking up on how aroused you are getting. “You little slut. You’re not satisfied by just me. You’re not even satisfied by them watching. You need them to fuck you.”

You wail as you come, body winding tight as electricity runs up your spine and clutches tight at your lungs. You try to close your legs, to stop Hajime’s hands as they continue to abuse your sloppy pussy. He doesn’t let you, though. His legs hold yours in place as he watches your body writhe. There are groans and curses, as one man after another cums after you, reaching their limit at the sight of your undulating torso, your curled toes, your jaw slacked and your tears still flowing.

Iwaizumi finally pulls his fingers out, running his drenched hand over your sensitive cunt. You jump and whine, trying to push him away, but your weakened limbs are no match for him. He brings his hand down, spanking your pussy and making you yelp.

“Behave,” Iwaizumi nibbles at your earlobe. “Be nice. We have guests.”

Your eyes finally find your audience, their flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. You immediately notice the white that coats their cocks, their hands, some traveling up their bare fronts. You flush at the sight, and you feel something in your core stir again.

Iwaizumi pats your thigh, closing his legs and encouraging you to move. He manhandles you to face him, bringing your focus down to his still rock hard cock. Your breath hitches at the little smirk on his face.

“C’mon, baby. Take care of me. And if these idiots wanna keep watching, they’re welcome to.”

No one moves from the couch, straightening to eye the show you will put on next.

[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?”

[yunwangja]

down bad - tooru oikawa smau twoshot

now im down bad crying at the gym

everything comes out teenage petulance

fuck it if i can't have her

i might just die, it would make no difference

oikawa is your good friend since you were a freshman - but little did you know that he is actually head over heels for you.

tags: oikawa x fem!reader, high school friends to lovers, pining, jealous and desperate oikawa lol, and eventual fluff i thinKK

warnings/notes: swearing, idk if this counts as a smau but it's more written content than socmed elements! seijoh 4 (aside from oikawa obviously) are side characters. mb if they are a bit ooc and dont mind any typos/grammatical mistakes in case. idrk how else to describe this but its oikawa being an emotional wreck bc of y/n. i only made a twoshot to divide the length of the story :d it's not too serious don't be fooled by the cover i just did it for the *aesthetic*

partly inspired by down bad by taylor swift

part 1: everything comes out teenage petulance

immediately after the whistle blows during a match, oikawa tooru’s expression changes. in the court, he’s known to be fierce, confident, and a skilled volleyball player; but once he steps outside of it, he’s just a boy.

a boy constantly wanting to be noticed by the girl he likes - you. he craves for your attention, your smile, your laugh, and your touch. since your first day as a freshman when he was a junior, the chemistry of his brain was changed, and it was only filled with you.

what can he do? he just wants you.

despite his popularity and charming personality, oikawa becomes a bumbling mess around you. he effortlessly turns down other girls with a smile, having the ability to leaving them giggling and kicking their feet after rejecting them. but when it comes to the girl of his dreams, he can’t even muster the courage to make a move or ask you out.

he often marvels at the miracle of your friendship, wondering how he manages to talk with you at all. in your presence, he feels both immense pressure and profound relief—safe yet burdened by a heavy facade that conceals his true feelings.

despite reassurances from his childhood friend iwaizumi that he’ll be fine, oikawa remains tormented by the idea of confessing to you. his biggest fear is your rejection. he doesn’t just worry about typical "what ifs" - what if she doesn’t feel the same way back? or, what if she avoids me if i tell her? he dreads everything that could go wrong, because he just knows he’ll never be able to get up if you turned him down.

call him dramatic (and he is), but the thought of you not returning his feelings feels catastrophic. he loves you deeply and prioritizes your feelings no matter what, but grapples with a selfish desire: to love you and only you. the idea of you not wanting that devastates him.

nevertheless, oikawa cherishes every moment with you, never taking your presence and whatever you have today for granted. each smile he puts on your face is a reward for him.

“y/n, you're here~” he greets you with an exaggerated wave from the court as soon as he sees you in the bleachers, waiting for him.

being the good friend you are, and a supportive student of your school, you were always present whenever the boys’ volleyball team had a match.

it was like your unofficial club at this point, and your friends keep teasing you that you’re only there for the one and only captain of the team. they weren’t completely wrong, but you keep denying it and tell yourself you’re just there ‘as a friend’. 

you put on a big smile acknowledging his presence, “tooru!” you wave at him back excitedly, “do great today!”

he only chuckles in response, nodding and scratching the back of his head. “roger that!” he salutes, making you laugh.

you motioned for him to come closer, and he gladly did. from your pocket, you took something out and threw it down to him. "catch!"

of course, oikawa effortlessly caught it. opening his palm, he saw a friendship bracelet inscribed with his name and a heart. he couldn’t control his delight, wore it immediately, and looked up to you.

“with that, you’ll definitely win! no bets needed.” you smile at him. 

“thank you, y/n!” 

as he turns around to prepare for the match, there's a noticeable shift in his demeanor. “let's do this,” he declares, suddenly energized and ready, thanks to your support. with a stretch of his arms, he reassures himself that today will be a good day, as long as you're by his side, smiling at him.

“he’s so down bad for her,” matsukawa whispers to iwaizumi. 

during the intense match that followed, oikawa displayed remarkable skill and determination, leading their team to a hard-fought victory.

after the match ended and the celebrations quiet down, he finds himself in the locker room, still catching his breath from the adrenaline rush. his face glistens with sweat, testament to the effort he put in. as he wipes his forehead with a towel, he finally breaks the silence with iwaizumi, his voice reflecting a mix of relief and curiosity. “i didn’t see y/n when the match ended. where is she?”

"oh, she was there until we finished our post-match rituals with the opponents," hanamaki chimed in, overhearing. "then i saw a senior from another school talking to her and they left together."

oikawa’s eyes immediately shot up at the mention of another person with you, because of two reasons: one, this is unusual to happen after a match, and two, just why?

his teammates knew what this meant for him. quickly changing into a clean jersey and packing his things, oikawa turned to them. "can you put my bag on the bus? i’ll look for her." this was more of a command instead of a favor, not caring any less if they were willing to do so or not. 

he searched everywhere, navigating through volleyball players, fangirls, and schoolmates. his charismatic smile kept his fans engaged as he scanned the venue looking for you.

finally, near the staircase leading to the audience seats, he spotted a figure resembling you. hanamaki’s observation was spot on—there was indeed a man, tall and around his age, talking to you with a smile.

not wanting you to notice him, oikawa subtly moved for a better view. he froze as he saw you chuckling and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. he couldn’t hear what you were talking about, but all that mattered was that a sweet smile was plastered on your face.

it pained him deeply. his face grew hot, and he hurriedly walked to the nearest water fountain to cool off. it’s fine, that’s nothing. there’s nothing to be upset about. it’s just them talking, that’s not a big deal. it’s not like they’re together or something. he was trying to distract himself, but it was to no avail.

deep down, he knew he was being selfish. he hates that he doesn’t have the right to feel this way. he hates that you’re not his. he feels stupid for feeling jealous over your non-existent relationship. he feels like shit, and it’s all just because you smiled, and it wasn’t because of him. 

he thanked his lucky stars for being alone at the water fountain, because his eyes just started watering while stepping on the fountain’s pedal.

this scene is actually familiar to him already. there were definitely occasional moments like this where someone would approach you and ask you out, and he would hear about it, isolate himself, then cry about it out of jealousy and frustration.

it was a recurring episode he despised. in moments like these, he’d be furious with himself. why didn’t i make a move any sooner? of course y/n has other admirers, she’s perfect. i wouldn’t be surprised if she got a boyfriend. but it’s not me. i hate it. and i hate myself more because i didn’t do anything. what if she gets a boyfriend? will she stop talking to me? will whatever we have end? but still, she wouldn’t be mine. that’s the worst of it all. 

he wiped his tears while drinking from the fountain, feeling pathetic. he hates crying like this, because he’s a grown man, but he also can’t help it because it’s you.

you are the only person who can override his emotions. you make him crazy, literally. you could make him laugh, cry, angry, happy, jealous, name all of them - all just with the thought of you. 

he drowned himself with his own thoughts, trying to stifle his sobs.

“tooru? are you crying?”

your voice startled him and turned to your direction. “y/n…”

he stared at you, tears still in his eyes as he straightened up. this is the first time you’ve seen him cry since you both met - it’s not like he was someone who was emotional per se, especially around you.

"is something wrong?" concerned, you moved closer, reaching out to comfort him. he surprised you by wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly.

taken aback but returning the hug, you drew circles on his back as he sobbed quietly against your shoulder. you wondered why he could be feeling this way. it’s not like they lost the match, and he was surely smiling like a champ the whole day. 

there was a chance someone could’ve said or done something hurtful, but aside from those possibilities, there was nothing you could think of as to why he would feel this down, but whatever it was, you were ready to help him. 

you waited patiently for him to compose himself, trying to figure out what had upset him. "i’m sorry, i…" he turned to face you, still hugging you. "don’t worry, i’ll be fine." he wiped his tears.

"you came at the right time, so i’ll be fine," he said, smiling weakly despite his red eyes. resting his chin on your head, he closed his eyes. "just bear with me a bit."

he slowly covers your ears with both of his hands, confusing you, but you allowed him, thinking that this is the best way you can help.

all of a sudden, you feel a kiss on your forehead. that surprised you for sure, but you forgot to react to it when you saw him mutter something with a small smile, and you couldn’t understand due to his hands hindering your sense of hearing.

“what?” you try to ask as he removes his hands on your ears and wraps his arms around you again. “did you say something? i can’t lip read, you know.”

he only chuckles, slowly regaining his composure, “you don’t need to know.” 

figuring that you’ll let it pass, you let him hug you a while longer, knowing it comforted him. eventually, when he released you, his nose was still red and his eyes were slightly swollen.

"thank you for being here, y/n," he smiled, patting your head. "sorry for my sudden actions. i hope you didn’t mind."

you shook your head, not at all bothered. "it’s not like you did anything wrong," you reassured him. "i’m glad i could help."

you didn’t want to ask him about why he cried any further, nor how he ended up here, since if he wanted to talk about it, he would’ve said it already. at some point, oikawa prompted the both of you to get going, walking side by side. “by the way, i didn’t see you after we won. where did you go?”

he looks at you as you answer, “oh! a senior from another school told me he wanted to talk to me earlier - although i just realized i wasn’t able to know what school he was from, since his uniform didn’t give any hints.” 

you continue, “anyway, he started off by mentioning the match. i thought he wanted to be introduced to you, thinking he saw us before the match. but then he asked me out,” your eyebrows furrow.

your answer tugs at oikawa’s heart a bit. “so, you’re going out on a daaate?” he said teasingly, putting up a facade. what a liar i am, he thought to himself.

you immediately react and wave your hands in denial, “no, no! when i knew he was asking me out, i turned him down immediately. besides, i’m interested in someone else.” as you finished the last sentence, you tried to look away from his gaze.

his eyes lit up momentarily. trying to conceal his emotions, he looked away for a second and fixed his expression, “i see.”

“anyway, and then i went here since i got thirsty, then there you were.” you finished explaining.

oikawa felt a whirlwind of emotions following your explanation. relief washed over him knowing nothing happened with the other guy, but the mention of you being interested in someone else gnawed at his mind. who could it be? his heart raced with both hope and anxiety, the idea of you liking someone else creating a knot in his stomach.

determined to spend more time with you, he resolved to uncover the truth about who you were interested in. or not. he actually doesn’t know.

"are you heading home now?" he asked, and you shook your head. "no, i need to stop by school. i have some things to pick up from our club room."

your answer lit up an idea for oikawa. 

part 2

[starjaeyun]

PINK !

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

includes! hanamaki takahiro x fem! reader

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

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

friday

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

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

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

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

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

"y/n told me about it"

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

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

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

monday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hanamaki hates the color pink

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

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

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[bleach-your-panties]

๋࣭ ⭑Current Collabs⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

✖️ 🖤 = dark content

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🖊ryosuke kira x reader

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tags: #🎀bhmf.collab xo🎀

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🖊the abhorrent tale of the scandalous semen six : seijoh 4 + kuroo tetsurou & kozume kenma

🖋️false prophets : geto suguru

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tags: #🐦‍⬛fantastic

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🖊plaything - izuru kira & rose otoribashi (completed 3.29.24)

🖊crybaby - sen kaibara

🖊tastes like candy - rikido sato

🖊out of practice - tsutomu goshiki

🖊title tbd - roy mustang & maes hughes

🤍Emo Boyz Collab - @/manjibunny

🖊izuru kira x reader

🖋️ ulquiorra cifer x reader

🖋️sen kaibara x reader

🖋️shuuhei hisagi x reader

🖊draken x reader x mitsuya

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🖊shoto todoroki x reader

tags: #scaryspaghetti

๋࣭ ⭑Past Collabs⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

🤍House of Slimy Horrors - @/bastardblvd

🖊mind (and body) fuck - denki kaminari x fem reader x hitoshi shinsou✖️🖤

tags: #house of slimy horrors collab

🤍No Nut November - @/suyacho

🖊overtime - issei matsukawa x fem reader

๋࣭ ⭑Events (Dated) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

tags: #snow's collabs

[soranihimawari]

Ghost of You

Back at it again with some help from my favourite prompts blog:

Platonic Seijoh 4! & (f!) reader

Buckle up: angst to fluff; sort of implied estrangement between parties.

Oikawa comes to terms with being a jackass & this is how reader deals with the consequences of facing him in Argentina when Iwazumi, Makki, and Mattsukawa take matters into their own hands to repair the estranged relationship. What a time to repair a love lost while proving how the same emotion moves mountains …

Rating: 17+ for language; implied nondescript “first time”sex as a young adult (post Shiratorizawa loss)

Loosely inspired by a song on the radio…

OST 1

OST 2

There is a lot to be said when you’re the last to arrive to the beach house an old friend rented for the week. Traveling to a new country after cashing in some much needed vacation time to spend with a former pretentious setter and his ‘boys’ from the glee years of their youth sends like an interesting use of paid leave.

You walk in the doors with your luggage trailing behind you. Your jersey dress sustained the 20+ hrs of estimated travel time. The chimes above said door announced your presence. You hear foot steps of one, no, three older more distinguished athletes from yesteryear. The first to turn around to coerce the others was the former captain who at one point was your believer rival versus your skeptic stand on martian men. Clearly both of you were set up with the promise of the three monkeys you loved to call ‘friends’ failed to have mentioned to either of you the other would be present. Argentina is hot enough already for the summer season, but it’s about to get scalding when you grit your teeth and force a wired smile on your face.

“Oh c’mon guys, it might be room service…”

That voice, it’s entirely too sweet. Dripping with Skittle or M&M honey and did his voice just crack? His cohorts slam into him all except the no-coastal athletic trainer who just chuckles.

“Chibi-chan?”

Your shadows grow longer as you eye him carefully. Sure you both grew older, but he filled out much more beautifully than you could ever imagine. Don’t get ahead of yourself love, because you will miss the way his arms reach out to you, steadied hands followed by careful steps makes either of you question if this dream is just that.

“Who invited you?”

You were in Argentina for under two hours and three words made you retreat inwardly, recalling why you don’t talk to this man anymore. He chose his path and you respect it. The same goes for his friends whom are also yours.

“That was harsh,” the strawberry blonde says, approaching you differently. He stands to his Fronde captain’s right where as the third morrow his movements, looking at his newly naturalized friend.

“What a shitty thing to say,” you find your acid in your speech and use it to call him out on his rudeness. “Sorry to have interrupted whatever you have here.”

The suitcase you brought with you stays in the living room as you see yourself out. You sit on the porch steps with your knees to your chest. Sharp ears listen in to the scolding much earned.

“Oikawa, it’s been five years man,” you heard Makki reason.

“I know,” he says. His heart hammers against his chest and it is a terrifying sound. What do I do, what do I do when she looks at me with eyes that loathe my being?

“Iwa, I thought you said this was going to be a boys trip…She could have at least tried to apologize.”

“For what?” This voice you knew like the back of your hand. “For crashing the trip? No. Not this time.”

You have heard them all fight before. Hell, you even broken up their kouhai’s fights too, but this was different. Iwazumi roars insults while Mattsun holds him back saying enough. Makki panics when Oikawa stays quiet.

“Just apologize for leaving,” Mattsukawa says after making sure Iwazumi’s rage was pacified. “She took it the hardest out of all of us.”

Iwazumi storms off to his room and slams the door shut. Makki follows Mattsukawa’s lead convincing Iwazumi to join them at the farmer’s market they passed on the way back from the city center’s popular shopping district. Oikawa hears the back screen door open and close and now, he diverts his attention to the front where you wince at every cacophonous opening and slamming of doors. You hear your suit case being moved to the entertainment den which is by his own room. Makki and Mattsukawa are sharing the bunk bed room and Iwa’s is adjacent to the kitchen.

The house in all its quiet moments hides a hellish fury once you walk back inside.

Through some slim miracle, you and Iwazumi, before his trip abroad, was accepted into the same university. There is a familial bond in your friendship’s foundation with him and while he keeps his friends conquests in bed to himself, he wonders why you never tried to go out with anyone. Studies can only cover you so far, so you let in a little secret. It’s the main insane reason why and Iwazumi sighs; he reckons he can’t fault you for still being irate about how his former captain chose to not tell you he was leaving for good, ‘to make a name for himself.’ Over time, you built walls so high and thick you barely let in the light of day in.

Truthfully, Iwazumi knew that if Oikawa were to see you become more hallow with an impenetrable force field around you, he might have thought you came from Date Tech, alas that is not the case. Not until Iwazumi brings your name up casually one day. Oikawa, Makki, and Mattsun were on the FaceTime call too and he gives the generic “she’s fine no thanks to you leaving without saying bye to her.” He’s had enough of hearing you cry into his shoulder about why his friend would just up and leave without saying bye, without wishing him well, and the like. Sure at first you were annoyingly bright, managing to boost your averages into the top ten students, but when you befriend Oikawa, you do so in an abnormal manner unique to you: “oi! Rika-san! If you keep cornering Oikawa like this, people are going to think you’re a yandere fan of his.” The fan club relents as they watch with seething stares when Oikawa pulls you to his side and whispers his thanks.

So of course, when said pretty boy slowly integrates his friends with yours, you develop a soft spot for the captain. You just thought you had more time with him after graduation and when your calls go unanswered that summer, the silence stung.

Five years later, you accomplished what you set out to do while your cheerleaders back home in Miyagi, did the best they could do too-Makki was between jobs since the mom and pop candy store he worked at was bought out by a development firm & Mattsun went into the funeral business. The two of them along with Iwazumi always made it a point to check in on their estranged friends separately. Lately though, with Makki’s planning and Mattsun’s calendar clearing up on the off season that year, Iwazumi proposes perhaps now would be the best time to have you and Oikawa talk face to face.

“Are you sure thanks a good idea? What if they’re worse off afterwards?” Mattsukawa, who is more reserved in the meddling of the other two worries about your fiery temper.

“At least Oikawa can explain and if it goes well, after the initial anger chibi-chan throws my way, then maybe,” Iwazumi sighs. “They’d be better for it.”

“So, when do we tell Señor Oiks we’re visiting?” Makki says, gleefulness like a neon sign is plastered on his face.

Travel agents and passport applications take the longest, but you all apply together and were issued your documents. You wait for the prices to drop as you text Iwazumi that you’re excited to spend your summer-long-vacation days with him, Makki, and Mattsukawa in Buenos Aires. The world is a big place, you figure. The probability of you running into the man so worthy of your ire is slim to none, so you thought it would be safe to stay at the vacation timeshare.

Now you’re outside the house, on the porch, trying to calm yourself down. Of course this has Makki and Iwazumi’s handprints all over it. Mattsukawa can’t be to be blame although you’re sure to throw him under the bus because he didn’t warn you either. So you close your eyes and think about the last time you remember seeing Oikawa. You were at the arcade with him, watching him play air hockey with his nephew. You knock on the window and little Takeru points over his uncle’s shoulders to where you standing; oikawa smiles and you wave. Your friends call out to you, from what Oikawa gathers and you mouth out, “see you tomorrow Tooru!” before scurrying off. Problem, you wouldn’t see him tomorrow because his flight is scheduled to leave around 10 that very evening.

“You haven’t told her?” Iwazumi comes over to see his friend off.

“I couldn’t break her heart like that,” Oikawa takes a seat in his childhood room one last time.

“You’re a real piece of work,” Iwazumi throws more salt in his wounds.

“I know.”

“Oikawa, if you ever meet her again you owe her a hell of an apology.”

“As if that would happen.”

“Listen here drama king: don’t get too cocky abroad because you know none of those future awards and medals will mean jack unless you have someone to share ‘em with.”

Oikawa’s sister knocks on her not-so-baby brother’s door telling them to wrap up their goodbyes.

“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa raises his fist one more time.

“I got you covered. Now go be great so I can kick your ass when you come back.”

Five years is quite some time, you figure. Five years is enough for you to obtain your masters and complete year one of graduate school for your doctorate; it’s filled with drunken karaoke nights where Mattsukawa takes one for the team and drives you all in his newly restored hearse. It’s enough times to kiss the homies goodnight in your elevated mind because someone left Makki alone with the CBD oil and brownie batter. Iwazumi’s hugs through the FaceTime call on your birthday is enough to keep the light in your eyes shining until the watch party you attend at the bar surrounded by Seijoh alums and fans of a certain Argentine setter. The stein in your hand shatters on the floor of the bar when Mattsukawa turns around and sees the beginnings of your self-induced panic attack. You weren’t supposed to find out like this, what the hell was Makki thinking inviting you here and he knows he could call fucking Iwazumi because hems currently court side for the home team. Mattsukawa lunges for you and whispers a quiet, “focus on my pulse beat, ok?” You muffle out a troublesome, “can’t. won’t. why?” until he snaps you out of your reverie while other patrons and worried friends like Yahaba and Kindaichi phone emergency response units the strongest non-member of their old team was having an anxiety attack.

Mattsukawa takes you home once your breathing gains strength when he breathes In time with you. Yahaba, who is outside talking to the paramedics explains the circumstances saying maybe it’s been a bit of a journey to control the oncoming attacks since college, but he reassures that you’re taken care of. Kunimi’s phone goes off several times with the kanji shirt hand for Iwazumi is blurred in your memory of the incident. Makki, though he just came in after finding parking sees your white knuckled grip on his friend’s shirt and he looks at the game being broadcasted… no one brings up that day when a Argentina continues forward to play the bronze and silver medal matches. Iwazumi visits you at the clinic two days later after Makki and Mattsukawa encourages you to go get checked out properly.

“Why didn’t you all tell me?” You frown at the wilting flowers and the thrown out uneaten bentos in the trash.

“Because we didn’t expect this to happen,” Iwazumi says, leaning on the desk provided in the room. “I remember the last time you had a panic attack, it terrified the others, but not him.”

You look out the window.

“You should go back to the village,” your smile is empty. “I’m sure Oikawa would love to know I sought refuge in his friends.”

“Yn…”

“Leave me alone,” you spit. “I won’t ask again.”

“You weren’t supposed to find out he left like this,” iwazumi presses on. “You know how Oikawa gets when the world told him no, he decided to train overseas. You knew that plan from the start.”

“I just didn’t expect him to stay there,” you shut him up real quick. “I didn’t expect him to fall in love with what Argentina had to offer. And you three knew where he was headed for months! You could have told me at any point until now! Tell me something, am I worth more than a quick fuck?”

“What? When did he-?”

“The loss against Shiratorizawa…”

“I know, he told me about it before I left for California; I broke his nose.”

You roll your eyes, a genuine smile this time on your features.

“And they said chivalry is dead.”

You spot the violet arrangements.

“Are they from him?”

Iwazumi nods.

“Wow,” you stand up to pick the bouquet up. “It’s good to know I’m just another body for him.”

The flowers hit the bottom of the trash can and you dismiss Iwazumi again; Iwazumi makes you a promise to be back at your place when you’re better. He’ll have Makki pick you up and Mattsukawa will come over to cook dinner at your apartment the moment he’s en route to you. Then Iwazumi apologizes once more, there was this sincere notes lined with love for all parts of you; you don’t stop him from combing back your hair behind your ears and you realize he’s much more gentle around you. His only fault was loving you with more more vitality than his best friend who broke you again. So, before Iwazumi leaves, he turns off your lights and closes the door to your room.

On the other side, his best friend, now an Olympic silver medalist for his newer home team, stands very still, mortified at the damage he caused when he didn’t know any better.

“She really thinks that lowly of me now huh?” Oikawa’s honesty is too little too late.

“Let’s go,” Iwazumi pretends he doesn’t hear your sniffles nor tries to acknowledge the glossy eyes of his childhood friend. Back at the stadium, hours earlier before the match, Iwazumi asks to speak with Oikawa saying it was an emergency; iwazumi fills him in on what Kunimi and Yahaba witnessed at the bar during the last match against Argentina and team Japan. Gauging his reaction, Iwazumi chooses to divulge the name of the clinic where you’re getting your vitals checked thanks to the much needed words of Mattsukawa.

Presently, while laying down in the comfort of his room, Oikawa has done many stupid things in his life. The most problematic was breaking the one whom he thought was stronger than anyone he personally knew. Iwazumi was strong in stubbornness, Makki was like a magician in the kitchen, and Mattsukawa makes atonement’s happen at the end of strangers’ lives. You? You’re strength relies on patience and handing the guys the tools to earn your favor back. Maybe that’s what motivates him to walk toward the front door and pull it open. You turn around abruptly and stand up, still cross at the man before you.

“Help me fix this,” Oikawa’s voice is even when he points to the air separating you and him. It only does that when he’s terrified. “Please?”

You glance up at him, curious to see if the shadow of his former self is still inside-the one you called friend before-suffice to say his reflection in your own sees the work of all the late night studying and balancing of social life with Makki and Mattsukawa. He sees what he missed out on when you walk in to the foyer without so much as an answer. You look thin, thinner than before. Makki mentioned you lost weight since that game aired. Mattsukawa makes it habit to order three times the amount food necessary since the pandemic started. Iwazumi sends his best friend videos of you beating Makki on Mario Kart last July.

“I don’t think I can,” you say, rage is a powerful emotion you channel in your shaking fists. “I wouldn’t know where to begin Oikawa Tooru.”

Outside by the large window panels, Makki gives his other friends the updates via a play by play.

“Iwazumi, you’re scary when you’re the ones behind the operation.”

“It wasn’t my idea to invite her,” Iwazumi confesses. His sharp eyes moves from his shoes to the window encasing you two.

“Are you sure you’re ok with letting her go like this?” Mattsukawa asks, Makki gives their former ace an empathetic look.

“They deserve this much,” Iwazumi answers, a serious tone in his voice. “She knows I’ll always be there if things go sour.”

Makki let’s out a low whistle. “Don’t worry, Iwa, you know out of all of us, you two would be the OTP of my dreams that would last.”

Mattsukawa snickers knowing about the remnants of the “fuck.marry.kill” game last time they were gathered like this after your discharge. Your answer was anticipated considering the person you wanted to kill was an Olympic two time medalist, so you settle for the ghost of him when you answer with Iwazumi’s name for the first two and depending on your mood, “it’s on sight for Oikawa.” Mattsukawa chuckles and Makki is reminded how scary you actually are. Iwazumi, who sits behind you on the couch at the time, slides down to fit between the space between the katsudon ahead of you and the rug dividing the couch and table. He hugs you from behind watching you lean back and look at him mouthing a ‘thank you’ to him.

There is truth in Iwazumi’s statement though, you witness it first hand when in Oikawa’s absence helps you stand on your own again; one step at a time, one milestone you share at a time, leading you to where you are now. The sun is setting while you don’t work in ultimatums with Oikawa, you give him one more look now as you bid the setter a good night.

Forgiveness is an arduous journey Oikawa goes alone, but his goal is and has always been to stand proudly with you. It’s a long journey and with determination to succeed, you finally receive the closure your eighteen year old self needed. Oikawa, after saying what needed to be said ages ago, he approaches you and holds your hand one last time while he notices Iwazumi wearily standing outside your apartment door.

“You too,” he says. Iwazumi runs a hand through his hair and joins you both in a matter of seconds. Oikawa kisses your knuckles as one taught him to do when he was still young and naive, as a last act before giving you a meaningful stare, you realize he's saying goodbye to what could have been the moment he picks up Iwazumi's wrist to hold your hand. You can tell your old friend shines through because of the tears which already started to run down his cheeks; you let go of Iwa's hand and here right before he leaves once again back home, you comfort a boy-king one last time. The weight on your collective stormy relationship with each other finally enters calmer seas.

A knock is heard from the door closest to where you were standing, fiddling with a hairpin Makki gifted you on your birthday last year. Oikawa looks great no matter what color suit he chose for the occasion, you muse. The flowers which adorn the crown of your head has been meticulously trimmed thanks to Mattsukawa's steady hands. Christmas that year you receive a white gold chain from a Tiffany blue box with a note: 'to my girl friday, i hope you know i miss you more than life, but i know that the ring you wear will make a fantastic pendant one day soon...'

"They're rea-woah," Oikawa greets, but his voice is lost in the halo of the small cubicle. "Are you ready to go?"

You glance back at the mirror and notice you're grecian styled off shoulder ivory dress from the thrift/vintage shop humming to yourself as you let Oikawa lead you out of the room. Sure you both have come a long way from that vacation; in time you forgave Makki and Mattsukawa for going along with Iwa's plan to get you and Oikawa to talk. Most of all, you don't yell at the athletic trainer. You can't really blame him when he stares at you like you hung up the moon for him to admire. Oikawa earns your trust back one step at a time; one off season one on one ice cream date at a time before he walks you to the door of your new place after claiming, "the old one kept me lonely." Iwazumi answers the door when Oikawa rings the bell and uses you as a shield to neutralize the stare your roommate (affectionate) gives his best friend. Sure, you could have wound up with any of them, but on the flights back to Japan after the year you all turned twenty-five/twenty-six(?), you decided it would be best to give Iwazumi a chance to reinforce what you figured out even as teenagers.

"So, you learnt to forgive me but I know he loves you like I do," Oikawa says half way through the walk down the make shift aisle; the say you ask him to be your escort by proxy, is the day he knew he was truly forgiven for running off. Even now as you two walked forward, your eyes are trained on Iwa's when you mouth out a shy, "hey stranger," a year and a half later right before you both turned thirty, to where Iwazumi stands in front of the court justice in his best suit.

“May his love makes you invincible,” Oikawa whispers when he hugs you one last time to take his place behind his best friend on the bride’s side now sharing best bride bro-status with Makki. “Just like your patience lead you to choose him first.”

Oikawa kisses your brow as the officiant asks if he's the one to "give the bride away" and without missing a beat, his boisterous dramatic self says "yes, of course."

There are only seven people altogether in the closed courtroom including the judge and notary. You take your place in front of the justice turning to face your fiancee.

“You sure about all this pretty girl?” Iwazumi whispers to you.

You reach out to tap his chest with an open palm and you have a new strictness flash across your features.

“I chose you for a reason Hajime, just like you me,” you pick up his hand, intertwining your fingers. The ring he gave you made of turquoise and lightning opal stones hangs delicately from your silver necklace. The judge begins the ceremony when you both nod that you were ready.

[gatitties]

Ho ho holidays!

Manager Miniseries

─ Aoba Josai x fem!reader

─ Summary: a christmas dinner with the team what can go wrong?

─ Warnings: none

2 < 3 > 4

* I'll be using (Nn) as nickname (only cause oikawa is oikawa and always need to give nicknames to everyone 🤨)

It was that time of the year, when the cold invades the streets and people celebrate with family or friends the arrival of a new year. Right now, the Seijoh team is doing the same thing, celebrating Christmas as a 'family'. Although more like an unstructured and chaotic family.

"The cookies! Cookies are burning!"

Yahaba ran arround Oikawa's house, who had offered to lend it to spend a couple of days while his parents visited the family. The poor boy did not know where to put the cookies that were literally on fire.

Kentaro frowned, wearing chicken mitts he grabbed the tray and flushed the food down the toilet, managing to extinguish the fire. They had to call Watari for him to cook something, since everyone except Iwa was a pain in the ass at cooking.

"Come on (Nn), accept that my jersey is the best."

Oikawa made some model poses. The third-year boys had held a small contest to find out who had the best Christmas sweatshirt, it should be noted that Iwaizumi was forced.

The captain, had a tree shirt, full of constantly blinking lights, looked like a living brothel. Mattsun and Iwa brought more normal ones, with a Christmas theme without lights or anything extravagant. Meanwhile, Makki, put on one with a reindeer that stood out in front of and behind him, giving the effect that the reindeer had passed through his body.

You left the votes to the first-year boys, although it was Kindaichi who proclaimed his captain the winner to stop bothering, since Kunimi fell asleep as soon as he wrapped himself in the blankets in the living room without bothering to remove the headband with horns and bells.

"The cookies are done!"

Most appreciated that the libero fixed the problem without burning down the house. Now everyone curled up in the big sofa, although some stayed on beanbags, like Kentaro, who didn't want to be next to anyone, 'anyone' being Oikawa.

You got to be next to Kindaichi and Mattsun, right in the center of the sofa.

"I choose first!"

Oikawa quickly grabbed the remote control, scrolling through a website of dubious origin and legality, but that didn't matter, all you wanted was to watch Christmas movies. You ended up watching a full marathon of Scrooge McDuck, along with other typical ones like Home Alone or the like.

When the credits rolled most of them were sound asleep, except for you, who couldn't sleep because Mattsun lay on your shoulder, you couldn't feel it for an hour. Kunimi had just woken up from sleeping earlier and Kentaro wasn't sleepy because he was like a rock.

You three looked at each other, in turn watching how everyone was sleeping peacefully. As good companions and friends you would let their elders rest a rare. But it just so happened that the three demons got together, the most tired of the team's stupidity.

You exchanged glances for the last time to nod, only woke up Watari and Iwaizumi, because you didn't want them to be affected, you also didn't want to make your 'mother' angry, and they just kept quiet, not admitting that they would enjoy watching the show.

"One, two…"

You whispered covering your ears like all your accomplices. Jingle Bell Rock was heard throughout the neighborhood and the rest of the team was foamed. The strange thing is that Mattsun didn't even flinch, he was still asleep like a log.

"You have started the war, I only warn."

Hanamaki acted offended hiding a playful smile.

"You all are so mean!"

As usual Oikawa had to make a scene so you just ignored him, Makki didn't complain and Yahaba just got a little angry for the scare. Kindaichi couldn't complain because he was a baby, you were kinder to him and didn't foam his face.

When everyone cleaned up properly, you all sat down to eat, since you couldn't be normal most of the time you spent throwing food from one side to another trying to make it fall into someone's glass. Luckily no one had to swallow any shrimp hair or poached grapes.

Everyone was more relaxed after the meal, chatting quietly by the fireplace until you squealed as were jerked off the ground.

"This will be my revenge, I will kidnap (N)! if you want her back you will have to defeat me in Twister."

"Well said Makki! We'll stick with (Nn)."

Oikawa came to his side, crossing his arms, nodding effusively, Yahaba and Kindaichi also joined.

"Have you hit your head or something? there was no way (N) would decide to go with you."

Iwaizumi frowned, holding back to kick his teammates, next to him were Kunimi, Kentaro and Watari.

"That's why we're kidnapping her!"

"You know that I can kick you and let go right?"

You were simply caught off guard, but you didn't have a hard time breaking Hanamaki's grip. He looked at you with puppy dog eyes, you rolled your eyes letting them continue with their stupid battle, just the same you had to watch how they fought among themselves.

You never felt so good to feel that thanks to your presence their were causing total chaos.

The 'poggers' team against the 'mommy & dog' team, you didn't pay much attention to them as you decided to snuggle up next to Mattsun, who had surprisingly gone back to sleep.

By the time both teams had finished their competition they felt betrayed as they watched Matsukawa hug you sideways. In addition, the cheeky opened one of his eyes, smiling and winking at them, pressing you closer against his chest.

"The betrayal bro!"

A burning smell filled the room, everyone looked at each other strangely when they saw the oven on fire, again.

"The cookies!"

"More...?"

"Who has let Yahaba come to the kitchen again?!"

Kentaro kicked in the kitchen door with a fire extinguisher in hand as Iwaizumi scolded them.

Yeah you couldn't have a normal party, at least this time you weren't at the epicenter of the chaos and were enjoying Mattsun's warm embrace.

[semisgroupie]

Heaven & Hell Collab

✞ We’re all sinners anyway so let’s all have a little fun ✞

✞ Theme: heaven, hell and everything in between

✞ Status: OPEN

✞ Deadline: April 5th (my birthday! Also this is NOT a hard deadline)

✞ note: this is to celebrate me hitting 2.1k followers! So since I’ll be turning 21 the due date is my birthday!

✞ RULES ✞

✞ You must be 18+ to join since my blog is an 18+ only space

✞ is open to any fandom

✞ Your work can be sfw, nsfw or dc but MUST be tagged appropriately

✞ There is no writing limit! So writers, write to your hearts content (anything over 400 words must have a read more)

✞ anyone can join with any form of content!

✞ your work must consist of some sort of representation of heaven or hell (demons, angels, fallen angels etc.)

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✞ once you publish your work please tag: #heavenandhellcollab and tag me or dm me the link!

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Heaven:

✞ guardian angel!Kenma (sfw) — @kirakirasaku

✞ fallen angel!Sakusa — @rintah0e

✞ fallen angel!Tamaki Amajiki (nsfw + possible dc) — @kitsu-writes

✞ demigod!Gojo (nsfw) — @kemakoshume

✞ falling guardian angel!Hawks — @hopelesshawks

✞ angel!Osamu (nsfw) — @dadbodosamu

✞ fallen angel!Shindo (nsfw) — @cherry-kaydawriting

✞ fallen angel!Armin (nsfw + dc) — @izukine

✞ angel!Sukuna (possible nsfw) — @betheydocrimewrites

✞ fallen angel!Gojo (nsfw) — @fairyfuyu

✞ fallen angel!Bokuto (angst) — @mujinazaka

✞ guardian angel!Mirio — @lovekento

✞ guardian angel!Scaramouche — @glorifiedsins

✞ guardian angel!Gojo — @ambrodias

✞ fallen angel!Aizawa (mood board) — @/ravenina14

✞ guardian angel!Kuroo — @mitsuyaya

✞ angel!Yuuta — @portfolio-of-dreams

✞ angel!killua (ART) — @/ry0m3n

✞ angel of death!Toji — @spookygeto

Hell:

✞ demon!Suna — @nozomiasl

✞ incubi!Miya Twins — @beware-of-the-rogue

✞ demon!Mikey (sfw) — @rindouphiliac

✞ demon!Sakusa (nsfw) — @sakusins

✞ incubus!Izuku — @/dilfdeku

✞ demon!Bakugo x angelic!Reader — @bakugosbratx

✞ demon au!Matsukawa — @chickentendieboi

✞ demon!Shigaraki — @killsaki

✞ incubus!Bakugo (nsfw) — @myherokatsuki

✞ summoned demon!Aizawa — @redspade227

✞ demon!Gojo — @g0thmegumi

✞ ascended demon!Dabi — @tetsurousharlot

✞ demon!Oikawa (ft. the rest of Seijoh 4) — @anime-nymph

✞ devil!Ran Haitani (Salem Witch Trials AU + nsfw) — @mianavs

✞ incubus!Wakasa — @nugu-saeyo

✞ demon!Kita — @laineeey00-ontherun

✞ demon!Eren — @/ztani

✞ demon!Sukuna x Fem. Reader (nsfw + dc) — @dxrkdreamer

✞ demon!Megumi x chubby!f!reader (nsfw) — @ry0m3n

✞ incubus!true form!Sukuna (nsfw + dc) — @saccharine-darling

✞ shinigami!hanma x fem. reader — @bokuroskitten

In Between:

✞ Izana: God Complex & Sacrilegious (nsfw + dc) — @saturnmitsuya

✞ half demon/ half angel!Atsumu (sfw) — @haikyuufairy

✞ demon/angel hybrid!Shoto — @haikyutiehoe

✞ priest!Taiju — @sofiakistein

✞ Sebastian Michaelis: Purgatory (nsfw) — @pumpkinpot

✞ priest!Bakugo x succubus!Reader (nsfw + possible dc) — @httpbakugou

✞ Demon!Sukuna x Reader x Angel!Yuuji (nsfw) — @yuujispinkhair

✞ priest!Aizawa (nsfw + dc) — ME

✞ demon!Akaza: shot at a new life (angst and implied nsfw) — @half-baked-biscuit

✞ priest!Ran Haitani (nsfw) — @beautifulblhell

✞ ghost/soul!Kita Shinsuke (sfw) — @justanawolf

✞ priest!Chisaki — hellvillah

✞ Warrior Inui x Priestess-afab reader — @blueparadis

✞ devil!Taiju x nun!reader — ME!

✞ angel!Armin: a demon in disguise (nsfw) — @k-ryuuguji

✞ stepbro!Sanzu x church girl!reader — @bxnten

✞ demon!Sukuna x black priestess f!reader — @/loyenne

[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.”

[kodzuvii]

ON TRACK! [SMAU]

synopsis - In a world where soulmates can hear the songs their partner is singing or listening too at any time, Iwaizumi Hajime wants to know who his soulmate is so he can give them a piece of his mind and tell them to stop singing along to soft lofi songs while he’s in the middle of practice because it’s seriously ruining his cool, calm, and collected image.

pairing - iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader (ft. seijoh and fukurodani)

genre - crack + fluff :) soulmate au!

status - on hold until further notice

started - [10. 18. 20]

ended -

▶ PLAYLIST

a/n: iwaizumi hajime is so perfect and he has the audacity to not exist like fuck you.

[PLAYING: ON TRACK!]

ONE

1 - same dumb bitch

2 - make his pockets hurt

3 - sweaty milk

4 - godzilla soundtrack

5 - yn respect points

6 - get yo girl hajime

7 - not part of it

8 - rewrite the stars

9 - help I’m disintegrating

10 - code pink

11 - hey mamas how u doin

12 - akaashi power duo

13 - cartwheel out of my window

14 - so, I guess we’re soulmates?

15 - the rock wannabe

16 - pretty boy in my dms!

17 - we don’t got this

18 - i’m calling your mom

TWO

19 - she’s glowing

20 - just constipated

21 - good try but no

22 - square up

23 - pick a character flaw

24 - cat boy sus

25 - things change

26 - no secrets

27 - no link attached

28 - clearly lover boy

29 - the hows of iwa

30 - I got my bro back

31 - YN?

32 - the stars in your eyes

...

[tba]

taglist! [OPEN FOR PART TWO; ask or comment to be added!]

[softxsuki]

Hey I saw your requests open and that you do emergency requests? Idk if this counts but if it doesn't make you uncomfortable I'd appreciate it.

This is a little hard to write about so please excuse me if its hard to understand. My ex was very toxic and emotionally abusive, manipulative, compulsive liar, petty, violent (he never hurt me on purpose I think but in retrospect I'm not sure). It took me years to get away from him because I was terrified of him. He never cared about my needs and forced me into a lot of sexual things I didn't want but pretended to. I guess it was unwilling consent? I don't want to say rape but maybe? Idk. I lost all my friends and demolished my relationships with my family. They didn't like him from the beginning but I was obstinate and didn't listen. I've kinda repaired the relationship with my parents but I still freak out when thinking of dating someone new. But I'm a hopeless romantic and I really want to find love but I'm afraid. I think I'm ready to start socializing again.

Basically I wanted to request a one-shot or whatever works for you. My comfort character isn't on your list (Iwaizumi) but his bestie is. If I could get an Oikawa x Reader where she is part of the Seijoh 4 friend group who didn't abandon her even though her ex was trash. And now that its been some time Oikawa confesses to her but she's scared to ruin things and he will hate her because there's some stuff she hadn't told them happened. And she tells him (you don't have to describe that you can just skip over it cuz I know its dark and uncomfortable) after he coaxes it out of her that he will still love her. He comforts her and tells her how amazing she is and is totally worth it and not garbage or used or whatever. (I totally feel like used goods not worth even recycling some days). They end up together?

I'm so sorry this was long and I'm about ready to delete it but I've been typing for over half an hour so I might at well submit and if you delete it thats ok.

Oikawa With Reader Who Has A Toxic Ex-Relationship

Pairings: Oikawa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of manipulation, verbal/physical/sexual abuse, toxic relationships with an ex (lemme know if I missed anything)

Genre: Angst to fluff(ish), comfort, Friends to Lovers AU

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: In which time as passed since your toxic relationship with your ex ended and your friend, Oikawa suddenly confesses to you. (Horrible summary. Are we surprised? Probably not :3)

[A/N: Hello anon! I'm glad you felt comfortable coming to me with your urgent request. I never turn down urgent requests/any request in general, unless I don't know enough about the requested topic, which could have me writing inaccurate information or portrayals which could offend someone, and I don't want to do that. Toxic exes are something I've frequently read about in books and heard about from friends and acquaintances, so I felt like I could write this for you. (Lemme be honest here, I've never been in a relationship, but 90% of my content is about a romance with someone so...JNEKANF I can get creative ig). I'm so sorry to hear about what you went through with your toxic ex. No one should ever have to experience something like that when they were getting into a relationship where they thought they'd be loved. Thankfully not all men are like that; there are plenty of good men out there who would treat you like a queen, which you deserve! I hope you get to live out your romantic fantasies one day with someone who will treat you like the queen that you are. I hope I did your request justice ;-; and hopefully it provides you with some comfort. Also sorry about not writing for Iwaizumi. I do plan on writing for him eventually one day! I'm just still stuck on season 2 of Haikyuu!! so I don't know that much about him yet. Oikawa was one of the characters that stuck out to me and they even gave a little info about his past, so I feel like I understand him better as a character. Once I learn more about Iwaizumi though, I will definitely add him as a character I write for :) sorry about that, but hopefully Oikawa pulls through and comforts you in this oneshot. Enjoy <3]

“Hey Y/N, wait up!” you hear a voice yell out behind you.

You stop in your tracks and turn around to see one of your friends, Oikawa, running towards you.

“Tooru?” you question with the tilt of your head, “What are you doing here?”

He came to a stop in front of you, out of breath from running, “I just got out of practice, the guys said they had to go, but I saw you pass by so I thought I’d call out for you. You walk pretty fast though. Did you know that?”

You shrug your shoulders, “Now I do.”

He throws a hand onto your head and the two of you begin to walk side by side.

“So what’s up? I’m just heading home and you don’t live this way so…” you trail off.

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just keep walking for a second,” he replies absentmindedly, one hand still on your head as the other was stuffed in his pocket.

You don’t question it though. Oikawa was the type to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. You figured he’d eventually part from you and go his own way when he was nearing his own destination, but that didn’t happen.

Your walk with him was uncharacteristically silent, only the sound of your shoes meeting the pavement could be heard. You look over at your friend and notice the empty expression on his face as his mind travels elsewhere; his mouth set in a line as he looks up at the sky.

“Okay well I’m home. I’ll see you around?”

“Huh? No, wait!” he grabs your wrist gently to keep you from moving away from him, pausing your movement.

He drops your wrist as quickly as he held it and takes a step back, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Tooru, what is it?” you ask, confused as to why he was acting off.

“Look, the thing is, I talked to Iwa-Chan about this and the other guys as well, and they all said I should just go for it, but I know your past and I don’t want to rush things or anything, but…” he averts his eyes from yours, taking in a deep breath before speaking again. “I like you. Actually at this point it’s beyond liking you…I love you Y/N. I can’t remember the moment it happened, but it just did. It hit me fast and I couldn’t stop it from progressing this far.”

You take a step back, your heart racing not only from the shock of having him confess to you so suddenly, but also from fear. Fear of being loved again. Fear of loving someone again. It was apparent that Oikawa was handsome; the tons of fangirls he had chasing after him was proof enough. Though you had a bad past with your relationship with your toxic ex, you knew Oikawa was nothing like him. In fact Seijoh 4 had stuck by your side when your other friends all left you when you were together with your ex.

“Tooru…” you say in a wary tone, “You know I-”

“I know. I know you don’t have the greatest history with men because of your scumbag of an ex. You don’t have to answer me now anyway, I just wanted to get it out in the open because it’s been hanging over me for a while now. I’ll wait for as long as you need though,” he smiles cheerfully at you.

“It’s not that. I- I think you’re handsome and you’re an amazing friend, no doubt you’d make a great boyfriend as well,” you swallow hard, getting ready to say something you had been ashamed of since you ended things with your ex, “I didn’t tell you or the rest of the guys everything that happened during the time I was together with my ex. I’m sure if you knew the truth, you’d take back your declaration of love for me.”

And it was true. Oikawa didn’t know the real ugliness of your previous relationship. He didn’t know the full extent of the toxicity that came with your ex. The manipulation, the verbal and physical abuse, not even the absolute fear you had for your ex that prolonged your relationship with him because you couldn’t build the courage to end things, in fear that he’d hurt you or do something even worse to you. He didn’t know anything. All he knew was that your ex was a piece of garbage and didn’t treat you the way a man should treat a woman.

“Please don’t cry,” you hear Oikawa say, bringing you back from your thoughts as you suddenly feel his hands cup your face.

“Huh?”

You reach up and wipe your eyes and sure enough, your fingers are wet with your tears. Tears you hadn’t even realized were falling as you thought about your past with your ex.

“Nothing you say could ever make me think any differently of you,” his fingers replace yours in wiping your tears away softly with the utmost of care, “I’m sure there were things you wanted to keep to yourself, but if it’s eating away at you like this and preventing you from moving forward, possibly with me, then I wouldn’t mind hearing it. I promise I’ll still be here, feelings unchanged for you until the end. Don’t feel pressured to tell me though, I don’t want to force you if you’re not comfortable.”

His hands mov from your face down to your hands where he reaches forward and intertwines his fingers with yours, trying to show you his love in a way that wouldn’t have you running for the hills.

You thought about it for a while, enjoying the warmth his hand transferred to your own. You were a hopeless romantic; a sucker for cheesy pick-up lines and acts of chivalry that most women would probably gag at. You had desired a relationship where the man you were with would love you–actually love you. But that small voice inside you was against the idea completely. Putting horrible thoughts that a new relationship with a man could end up just like your last one. Oikawa was different though, you knew that. You could see the patience he had as he waited for you to decide what you wanted to do, love seeping from his eyes at you. You wanted that. You wanted to feel his love for you.

“Okay,” you finally say after going through the pros and cons of telling him the dark secrets of your ex that you kept hidden away, “I’ll tell you.”

He nods understandingly and you both take a seat on the steps outside your house as you prepare to share with him what went down behind closed doors that you couldn’t tell him at the time. You wanted to trust him and tell him so that if he stuck around till the end and still cared for you, then maybe you could both move forward together. Maybe you could feel a love that you felt you didn’t deserve. Maybe.

So you told him everything. Every tiny, ugly detail–you let it all out. And he listened patiently to every word. Whenever you’d stumble over your words or pause to collect yourself, he’d pat you on the back and tell you it’s okay. Whenever you’d shed a tear from reliving those traumatic, painful memories, he’d wipe them away for you and tell you that you could stop if you wanted, but you couldn’t. It was your chance to finally be free from the weight of your past that you were holding onto. Oikawa was a new ray of hope that appeared in your life; he was your chance to start new.

When you finish telling him everything, you look down at the ground, feeling ashamed of your past. There was no way he would accept you after hearing everything. You felt like you weren’t worthy of his love anymore.

“Hey,” he says softly, leaning down a little so he could see your face, but you turn away from him, scared that he’d leave you and you’d lose not only his friendship, but the new opportunity to become something more with him.

“I know exactly what’s going through your mind right now and I want to make it clear that you’re wrong. I still love you.”

“Really?”

Those four words had your heartbeat echoing in your ears. The hope inside you that was beginning to die out was set ablaze and you finally looked up at him. He gave you a smile and reached for your hand again.

“Mhm, really,” he smiles at you, “I don’t blame you for anything that happened, so you shouldn’t either. I understand why you felt scared of your ex and why you felt like you couldn’t leave him. Frankly, I’m just upset at him even more than I already was. I can’t understand how a man can treat the woman he’s supposed to love like that. It’s disgusting. You’re an amazing, strong woman for making it through that. I’m proud of you for making it this far and I know there are so many wonderful things waiting for you in the future. You deserve every great thing headed your way, so don’t hold yourself back.”

“Thank you. I really needed to hear that. I can’t put into words how relieved I am and thankful I am for having you here, listening to me and understanding me without judgment. I’m sorry that I kept it from you for so long.”

“It’s okay. I don’t blame you for keeping it to yourself, but I’m glad you shared it with me. I feel like I just got a little closer to you, emotionally,” he squeezes your hand.

You scoot closer to him, feeling your heart hammer in your chest, but the fear that was once there is gone. You could only feel excitement and anticipation for what was to come.

“I think I’d like to give this a chance. I know you wouldn’t treat me like my ex did and I’d love to see where this could take us,” you mumble bashfully.

“Really?” He beams, looking at you like a child on Christmas morning, eyes wide with a huge smile plastered on his face.

“Yeah,” you smile at him, “But could we take things slow? If that’s okay with you?”

“Of course! Yes! A million times yes! We can take it at your pace, however slow you want to take this. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Thank you,” you say, this time you’re the one squeezing his hand.

“I love you.”

There it was. The words that made you feel good inside, yet still made you wince slightly at the possibilities of where they would take you both moving forward. But you weren't scared, not with Oikawa.

“Thank you for loving me,” you whisper, leaning your head on his shoulder.

It was all you could muster as a response to his love, but you knew one day you’d both be exchanging those beautiful words to one another.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted 12/24/2021

[melody-ofstars]

Fandom:- Haikyuu!!

Pairings:- Pairing 1: Kageyama Tobio x fem!reader; Pairing 2: Oikawa Toru x fem!reader; Pairing 3: Kuroo Testsuro x fem!reader.

Prompt:- Reacting to you wearing his jersey.

A/n:- I mayyyyy have gone a litllllleee overboard with him because like I had the scene going in my mind and once I begin writing, it just flows out of me and I can't stop, and I keep writing and writing until I don't exhaust myself. Anyway, I hope you like it!! Interactions are very much appreciated but no interactions are fine too, I just hope you enjoy it. Happy reading!!

Pairing 2

It wasn't uncommon for Oikawa to see people, more like girls, wearing his jerseys now and then. In every game of his, he saw at least ten girls with his jersey on, trying to get noticed by him. He did notice but not in the way they wanted.

So now he was here, standing in one of the hallways, surrounded by fans who were showering him with gifts to get his attention. He sighed as he saw more girls wearing his jersey number, in the colour white and turquoise.

Before he could think more, he heard a throat clear behind him. He turned around, expecting another fangirl but saw you standing there instead, with flushed cheeks and looking down.

"You seem busy, may I come later?" You asked him, looking up at him.

His breath hitched as he took in your appearance, you were wearing Seijoh colors... And most importantly his number, 1.

His heart fluttered at the sight of you in something that belonged to him, it was something he wanted to see more of.

He couldn't help but feel proud at this, and not even a million girls in his jersey would be able to surpass this sight, the sight of his girlfriend in his jersey

"Y/n-chan, wearing my jersey? Now now, this is something I can't enough of." He said cockily, even though he felt all soft and cute from the inside. Being soft for anyone was not part of the cocky, flirty, and charming personality he had made for the world, his soft side was only for you and he would never, ever let anyone close enough to him to see it, you were the only exception.

You could feel the glares of the fangirls, and it made you feel a bit insecure.

"Toru, how about I come later when you finish up with them?" You suggested with a smile,

He frowned at the suggestion and shook his head,

"No need for that babe, I was just leaving." He said, turning towards them.

"So you see, my darling girlfriend is here, so I will have to take my leave." He said,

They all groaned and stared daggers at you, while you just ignored them.

He then started walking away and you did too alongside him.

As soon as you rounded the corner, you felt a pull in your arm and let out a little yelp.

Your face flushed as you realized that you were trapped between Oikawa and the wall behind you.

He smiled seeing you flustered, by an action as simple as this.

Oikawa took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers with him and then bringing it to his face, to peck it all the while maintaining eye contact with you.

"So... You are wearing my number?" He asked, smiling at you.

"Nope, it is Iwa-san's..." You teased him, with a smirk on your face.

"You sure? Because as far as I remember, number 1 belongs to me... Just like my girlfriend..." He said, his smile only growing wider.

Your heartbeat quickened when those words left his mouth, it never failed to daze you that you were his girlfriend... And he was your boyfriend.

"Wait, it's number 1? I thought it was 4..." You said with a pout as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He laughed and shook his head, it was. a genuine laugh and you couldn't get enough of it.

"Do you like it?" You asked him, serring all the teasing aside,

You were pretty nervous about wearing his jersey, thinking it might be too much and, to be honest, it was a pretty bold move, to state that a famous person who is adored by girls all over is committed to you and you only.

"Like it? Baby, I love it." He said as he looked at your nervous form.

You grinned at the fact that he loved it, and pecked his cheek.

"God, you are going to be the death of me, Y/n." He mumbled, before capturing your lips in his and kissing you softly yet passionately with all the love and adoration he could muster.

[jean-kayak]

Crazy Coincidence

Summary: Of course, the guys that you sleep with all know each other

Pairing: Seijoh 4 x black!fem!reader

Warnings: smut (18+!!), fivesome, implied anal fingering, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, double penetration, blowjob, face fucking, it’s literally just filth with like little plot LMFAO

Word Count: 2785

A/N: Y’ALL, i do NOT know where this came from, but please I hope you enjoy this lmaooo, and yes i did have reader penetrated with the biggest and thickest dicks out of the seijoh 4 at the same time, no i will not debate this

"Four guys in a month and a half? I'm proud of you," your friend compliments, as you lean back in your chair.

"Thank you, thank you," you boast, shrugging your shoulders. "I try."

You both exchange a quiet chuckle in the bustling cafe you're currently sitting in. It's about a mile from the end of campus, kids coming here to take a break, study, or stress themselves out with exams, but you both enjoy the atmosphere and find yourselves here more than once a week.

You continue to talk to her, and you glance at the door when you hear the bell on it ring, and your heart drops. "We should go," you say, quickly, and your friend frowns at you.

"Why what's wrong?" she asks as you tilt your head away from the door, now regretting sitting right next to the door.

"Nothing, nothing. I just think we should get out of here. You said you wanted to go to that park, right?" you rush out, hoping that she won't question your urgency again. Your head tilts further down, your neck at a weird angle as you find yourself staring at the pastel-colored wall.

You screw your eyes shut when you hear a familiar voice call your name. You grimace for a second before you turn your head. "Iwaizumi! Funny seeing you here," you say awkwardly as you try not to focus on the other three guys that he walked in with that he seemed really friendly with.

He chuckles softly. "We usually come here for a break from homework," he tells you, and you nod, praying that his friends don't turn around.

"Yeah, same here," you reply, gesturing to your friend as you start to stand. "And we were just leaving. You know, got a lot of studying to do," you try, hoping that she gets the message.

"y/n?" You freeze mid-squat as you grimace again, another familiar face coming into view, the guy standing next to Iwaizumi.

"How ya doing, Makki?" you say painfully as you give him a strained smile. You glance at your friend, who has the most confused look on her face.

"You know her?" Iwaizumi asks, and Makki scoffs.

"Do I know her? She--"

"Was just leaving," you cut him off as you fully stand. "We really should get going," you urge, you wave your hand, hoping that your friend is packing up her stuff.

You let out a pained grunt when you hear someone call your name. Again. "Oikawa," you acknowledge, your voice full of feigned delight but majorly underlining with stress. "Hey," you add stiffly, the first two boys looking between you and him with a questioning look.

"How you been?" he asks, and you nod, sucking on your teeth.

"I've been good. You know, just got a lot of work to do, so I'm just gonna slide on outta here," you try again, and you barely get a step away from the table.

"y/n." Your eyes widen as you turn to him, feigning surprise.

"Issei! Wow, that's so crazy," you breathe as you hold your hands out.

"You know her too?" Iwaizumi asks, his voice in disbelief, and you cringe.

"Yeah, we--"

"Really need to get going," you push, quickly grabbing your friend's arm and yanking her out of her seat as you grab her stuff, grateful that no one is paying attention to what's happening. "It was nice to see you guys again. Uh, hope you enjoy what you ordered," you finish with an uneasy chuckle before practically pulling your friend out of the door.

"What the hell?!" she asks when you get a little ways away from the cafe. "Don't tell me those were the guys."

"I didn't know they knew each other!" you argue, rubbing a hand over your forehead. "How was I supposed to know?!"

You check behind you as you run a hand over your hair as your friend scoffs. "Well, this just got a lot more complicated."

A knock on your door pulls you from your studying, and you're thankful for the break because you were sure you were gonna pull your hair out in the next five minutes. You nearly slam the door closed when you see who's standing on the other side of it.

"Issei? What brings you here?" you ask, doing your best to mask your nervousness.

"Your roommate here?"

You shake your head. "No, no. She, uh, won't be back until around 7," you respond, your hand still gripping the door, another excuse about to leave your mouth when he cuts you off.

"Cool if we hang out?"

You frown. "We?"

Your eyes widen when you see the rest of his friends appear, all of them brushing past you to walk in, and your mouth falls open slightly. You close the door before you turn to face them as you swallow thickly.

"Nice apartment you got," Mattsun comments, and you nod softly as you glance at the floor.

"Thanks," you respond, the air making you feel like you can't breathe. "You guys just wanted to hang out?" you ask, your heart pounding in your chest at the sight of four pairs of eyes staring at you.

They all release a huff as they glance at each other, their eyes never leaving you for long. "What do you think?" Makki says, and you shrug weakly. "We can skip all this stuff and just go to your room."

You bite your lip as you lead them to your room, even though they already know where it is because they've all been here before, and you mentally curse yourself but at the same. You didn't know they knew each other.

You walk into your room, hearing the door close softly before you turn around. "No need to be so tense, sweetheart. We're all pretty familiar with each other, right?" Oikawa says, and you try to relax your shoulders as you rub your arm.

"So, what do you guys--"

"You can sit on the bed," Iwaizumi cuts in, and you feel your face heat up as he smirks at how quickly you followed the order. "Oikawa, you want to do the honors?"

"Already on it," he says after he chuckles, already walking towards you before he even finishes talking. He grins when you look up at him, your eyes wide with a feigned innocence as you anticipate what's next. "Do you want to keep going?"

You find yourself nodding your head faster than you wanted to, but you can't even try to deny how your body seems to be humming right now. "Yes."

And his grin widens. "Strip." You slowly strip your shirt off, feeling the air shift when your bare chest is exposed, your nipples hardening at the chill air. Your leggings and underwear are next, Iwaizumi moving towards you once they hit the floor.

"Show them how soaked you are," Iwaizumi starts. "Go on." Your head drops slightly as you slowly spread your legs, and you glance up through your eyelashes to see both Makki and Mattsun smirking as Makki palms himself through his shorts.

Oikawa climbs on the bed behind you before him and Iwaizumi move you higher up on the bed. Tooru's hands coming up to rub over your shoulders. "What do you wanna do, Iwa?" he asks, his hands coming down to squeeze at your breasts, making you squirm slightly.

"Gotta stretch her out first, right? She's got a lot to take," Iwaizumi says, slowly falling to his knees. He spreads your legs further to accommodate his wide shoulders, and his hands dig into your thighs when they jolt, his tongue lapping at your labia feverishly.

Your hands grip your sheets as his tongue circles at your clit while his fingers work their way inside with ease. As he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, Oikawa fondles your nipples, pinching and pulling at them as he kisses down your neck and over your shoulders.

You lean back into him, and he leans down to kiss you softly, his tongue licking over your bottom lip for permission, and you gladly let him in, moaning quietly when he deepens the kiss. You're starting to have a hard time keeping up with it the more Iwaizumi curls his fingers inside of you.

When you start panting into Oikawa's mouth, he moves back down to your neck, his teeth pulling at your skin, leaving no part untouched. Your moans are getting louder, bouncing off the walls of your room, and as you feel your orgasm approaching, your legs start to close, the muscles trembling softly.

Oikawa stops his strokes on your nipple to grab one of your legs, keeping you spread as Hajime holds the other. "Is our little fucktoy gonna cum?" Oikawa whispers in your ear, and all you can do is nod quickly, letting out a high-pitched whine as your back arches.

"Iwa--" You don't have the chance to finish his name because you're cumming hard, Oikawa having to hold your waist as your back arches, even more, Iwaizumi finger fucking you through it and lapping up your release.

You squirm at the overstimulation until he's pulling his fingers out of you and sliding them into his mouth as your chest heaves. You can barely hold yourself up when Oikawa moves out from behind you, fatigue already starting to catch up to you, but then Makki and Mattsun are walking towards you as the other boys move over.

"You're not tiring on us now, are you?" Hanamaki teases, climbing onto the bed behind you as Issei pushes you over. You shake your head as you watch Mattsun lay down on his back, his eyebrows raised in your direction in expectancy, and you frown at him softly before sitting up.

He pulls one of your legs towards him, and you finally understand what he wants you to do. You shakily swing your leg over him, your cunt hovering right above his face, and you don't even get a second to steady yourself before he's pulling you down towards his mouth.

A hand falls forward on the bed to brace yourself as you moan at the feeling of him basically making out with your still sensitive core. You feel a hand under your chin, guiding your face upwards, your eyes meeting Makki's eyes dark with lust.

His eyes glance down at the bulge in his shorts, and to the best of your ability, you manage to get them down his thighs along with his underwear, his dick smacking his abdomen. You find it hard to look anywhere else but at the dark red tip, dripping with precum.

You guide him into your mouth, your moans vibrating around him making him groan loudly as his hand comes to rest on your head. It's not long before he's fucking your throat, one of your hands digging into his thigh while your other tangles in the curly locks on Matsukawa's head.

You're drooling around Makki's length as the sounds you can't help but make slip out around him, tears forming in your eyes. "You're such a fucking slut," Makki groans, his eyes rolling back as he feels that knot building up at the base of his spine.

You can only whimper in response as you grind against Issei's face as best as you can with the grip he has on you, and your throat constricting around the head of his dick when you gag is what sends Hiro over the edge, his thigh tensing against your hand as he shoots down your throat.

His breathing is heavy as he pulls out, releasing his grip on your hair as your moans become audible due to your mouth being empty. You can't even think of speaking as you ride his face like a whore, your body shuddering with overstimulation as your next orgasm hits you out of nowhere.

You throw your head back, riding out your high, and you slump over as you slow to a stop, having a hard time moving your body. Mattsun has to lift your leg in order to get out from under you, and he moves off the bed as Oikawa replaces him. You blink through tears, seeing Hanamaki laying on his back, his dick still hard as a rock.

Oikawa comes up behind you, his hands rubbing over your body soothingly. "You got another one for us, don't you?" he coos, and your body has a mind of his own as you crawl over to him, once again shakily straddling him. His hands find your hips as you sink down on him, and he releases a low moan as you bite your lip, muffling your whimper.

You feel Oikawa's hands steadying themselves on your back, and you look up to see him straddling Makki behind you, and you start to protest, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "Feeling so good, you didn't feel Mattsun prepping you earlier, did you?" he says at the same time he runs a finger over your stretched-out hole. He lines himself up, his hand pushing you forward slightly. "You ready?"

You nod your head quickly, your nails digging in Makki's side at the intrusion. "Breathe, baby, there you go," Oikawa murmurs, his hand rubbing up and down your back softly. He bites his lip as he slowly sinks into you, groaning loudly when he bottoms out.

Makki's hands run over your thighs simultaneously with Oikawa's hands on your back, both of them waiting for your okay, and you let your body go limp when you give them a quick nod. Oikawa moves first, his thrusts making Makki hit that spongy spot inside of you, and you let out pitiful whimpers as your hands grip onto Oikawa's wrists.

Makki groans as you clench around him, both of you reaching your climax faster due to having already cum not too long ago. He bucks up into your tight heat, and the only thing you can think about is the continuous stream of pleasure that's flowing through your veins.

You're hearing words come from both of them, but you can't focus on it, the blood rushing through your ears so heavily as that you can't even hear yourself scream as your third orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Both men groan when you clench around them before they shoot their seed into you.

You wince softly as Oikawa pulls out slowly, the sounds filling the room are ragged breathing and bodies sliding across the mattress. You can register Makki's cum dripping down your legs, joining the huge amount of slick that's accumulated on your thighs.

You see Mattsun rest against your headboard, pulling you towards him softly by your arm, his massive length standing tall as Iwaizumi crowds behind you, his erection digging into your ass. "You got one more, baby, I know you do," Iwaizumi says, helping you slowly sink down onto Issei, and your head falls against his as you're filled once again.

You hear something like a cap opening, but you barely pick up on it, and you jolt gently when you feel something cold prodding at your hole. "Just relax for me, okay?" Hajime whispers, resting his head against yours, putting his hands onto your hips as he guides himself into your already occupied hole.

Your mouth drops open as your eyelids close, your eyes rolling back at you feel even fuller than you've ever felt before. You let out a weak whine as more tears form in your eyes, and if your body didn't move before, it definitely didn't move now. You're practically chest to chest with Issei as Iwaizumi groans into your neck as they both start moving in and out of your slowly.

Your nerve endings are on end, probably shot by this point, but you're moaning anyway, your hands digging into one of their arms as you cum almost instantly, having not one but two dicks hammering your g-spot. Both men follow right after you, groans coming from in front of you as moans come from behind you.

The last thing you can feel before they pull out is their seed coating your walls, leaving a gushing mess seeping out of you, your stretched out hole clenching around nothing. You can hear shuffling around you as you flop onto your bed, the soreness between your legs throbbing as you feel them cleaning you up.

You hear the door open, and you barely lift your head up to see them heading towards the door. "We're gonna go get some food," Makki tells you.

"So, you better rest up 'cause we're nowhere near done yet," Mattsun finishes before they all walk out.

Tags: @iwascrybaby​, @mxhriii​, @cinnitsuki​

[suganovakawa]

Hi ! could I request some matsukawa x fem reader headcanons? I’m not fussy at all about specifics I understand it can be hard to write for him !! if that’s too vague maybe matsukawa with a crush or dating the reader in general? (but it’s up to you and what you’re comfy writing) i love your writing btw !! <3 :)

ABSOLUTELY YES matsukawa supremacy idc idc

head empty, very full of issei.

— spend time with none other than matsukawa as you get a sneak peak into life with him.

gen masterlist.

taglist ( open! ) —

a/n : an excuse to write about issei, i am on board—this goes out to all of you mattsun route people

issei matsukawa.

✧｡ when you two met, one of you was asleep in class and the teacher told one of you to wake the other up

✧｡ the favor was then slowly repaid when you helped each other out with homework and other class work the other was unsure of

✧｡ it turns out that you two got along a lot more than expected—you were surprised that the two of you had never really spoken before then

✧｡ mattsun always seemed like a chill guy to hang out with, but since he was always seen around the volleyball team you weren’t really able to talk to him outside of class

✧｡ after some time had passed, it was obvious that there were some ✨ feelings ✨ caught up in the mix

✧｡ unbeknownst to you, mattsun began experiencing ✨ feelings ✨ as well, which his friends ate up immediately

✧｡ you were surprised to see iwaizumi and hanamaki talking to you a lot more often after you became more and more comfortable with mattsun

✧｡ the real kicker was when none other than oikawa himself invited you to eat lunch with the seijoh 4, since they’ve heard so much about you from issei

✧｡ yes they used this as an opportunity to embarrass the living shit out of him

✧｡ despite the nonstop teasing mattsun received from his friends, you enjoyed your time eating with the seijoh 4

✧｡ after the first day, it slowly became a routine to join them for lunch just about everyday

✧｡ you didn’t want to assume that the teasing was about you, but you secretly really hoped it was

✧｡ mattsun asked you out randomly after school one day, fed up with all of the teasing from the others and just gathered the courage to tell you when you two were alone after the bell rang

✧｡ no crazy moment, he just wanted to get it out of the way in hopes that you would feel the same way and that the others would just shut up about it already

✧｡ he was still beyond surprised to hear you say yes

✧｡ dating became normal to you two in a matter of a week—there was nothing to be overly worried or awkward about, since you two were just dandy in each other’s presence no matter what

✧｡ unfortunately, the teasing increased tenfold

✧｡ but now that it was established that feelings were mutual, you and issei shut them up by just flirting in front of them

✧｡ that got them begging the two of you to stop immediately almost every time

✧｡ the ultimate power move, if you ask me

✧｡ the trust you two have in each other is something so many couples strive to have

✧｡ issei doesn’t really care about anyone else and neither do you, which is why neither of you really care if you’re seen with another person when it’s just casual chat or working together

✧｡ as long as y’all aren’t being shady with other people or doing things behind the other’s back, then everything is just fine

✧｡ you two shared your first kiss after three weeks of dating, and it was mutually decided that ‘i love you’ was safe to say after six months of dating without a hitch

✧｡ you went to all of the games seijoh had, cheering the team on and celebrating every victory, as well as mourning every loss

✧｡ you two are couch cuddlers, i’m calling it right now

✧｡ there’s nothing issei loves more than just having you lay with him on the couch—a bed is fine too but something about a couch makes you feel closer to him since it’s smaller and you’re required to stay closer to him

✧｡ you force him on movie marathons, and he forces you to play video games (typically of his choosing) with him

✧｡ go get yourself a boyfriend like issei matsukawa rn, you will not regret it <3

[bokuroskitten]

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Red- Poly Relations

During the Discord Call - Fem!Reader x Kenma Kozume

Office Shenanigans - Fem!Reader x Bokuto Koutarou x Kuroo Tetsurō

Welcome Home. - Fem!Reader x Bokuto Koutarou x Kuroo Tetsurō

Morning Bliss - Fem!Reader x Bokuto Koutarou x Kuroo Tetsurō

Business Trip- Fem!Reader x Kuroo Tetsurō x Kenma Kozume

Safe Word- Fem!Reader x Kuroo Tetsurō

Soft Touches and Whiskey Breath- Fem!Reader x Daichi Sawamura x Sugawara Koushi

Training- Fem!Reader x Bokuto Koutarou x Kuroo Tetsurō

Promotion- Fem!Reader x Kuroo Tetsurō x Bokuto Koutarou

Comfort at Home- Reader x Bokuto Koutarou

Loser- Fem!Reader x Tendou Satori

Desiderate- Fem!Reader x Bokuto Koutarou x Ushijima Wakatosh

Hail Mary- Fem!Reader x Suna Rintaro

Stuffed- Fem!Reader x Bokuto Koutarou x Kuroo Tetsurō

Spectator- Fem!Reader x Bokuto Koutarou x Kuroo Tetsurō

What’s up your skirt?- Fem!Reader x Daichi Sawamura

Backstage- BAND AU Ft. Bokuto Koutarou x Kuroo Tetsurō.

Breach- YAKUZA AU ft. Bokuto Koutarou x Fem!Reader

Wrapped up- Matsukawa Issei + Bondage Tape

Collared- Matsukawa Issei + Seijoh 4 x Fem!Reader

Under Lock and Key- Bokuto Koutarou x Kuroo Tetsurō x Fem!Reader

Fives a party- bokuakakuroken x Fem!Reader

You’re into What? - KuroKen x Fem!Reader

You’re so Stupid.- Kyoutani x Fem!Reader

Happy Birthday Bokuto.- Bokuto Koutarou x Fem!Reader

Hot & cold- DaiSuga x Fem!reader

His Fault - Draken x Fem!Reader

Come come, kitty kitty - BoKuroo x Fem!reader

Interview - Hanma Shuji x Fem!Reader

Who’s little sister? - Draken x Fem!Reader

Kitty Girl - BoKuroo x CatGirl!Reader

Unlikely Trinity - Hanma x Draken x Fem!Reader

Flower Crown - Prince Kuroo x Fem!Reader

Lil Love- Ken Ryuuguji x Fem!Reader

Lamb to the slaughter- Hanma Shuji x Fem!Reader

Unlikely trinity 1.5 - Hanma x Draken x Fem!Reader

Who’s little sister? Pt. 2- Draken x Fem! reader

Purity Ring - Taiju Shiba x reader

[knchins]

Manager’s Special - Seijoh 4

Summary: Being the manager of Seijoh University's boy's volleyball team meant filling their every need. But can you satisfy all four seniors at the same time or will you break trying?

Pairing: Oikawa x Fem!Reader x Iwa x Mattsun x Makki

Rating: E+

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings:  Degradation/Humiliation, Oral sex (giving/receiving), Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Triple? Penetration (I technically don't view this as triple but some might), Squirting, Vaginal/Anal fingering, Unprotected sex, Gangbang (obvs), Blindfold usage, Spit (just a little), A smidgen of dubcon if you squint, Overstimulation, Mindbreak??, Aftercare, and Oikawa being a total Asshole

Notes: This is completely self indulgent and I don’t apologize for it one bit.

 Since earning the head manager position of Seijoh University’s boys volleyball team, you had learned to keep a tight schedule. It could be very hard work at times, but honestly it was very rewarding and the experience was worth the late nights and early mornings. It was an honored title that many girls strived for year after year. You had been merely an assistant your first two years of college and now, finally, your tenacity had paid off. You were number one and with it you held a whole new set of responsibilities.

 Because while you did the duties of a normal manager, at Aoba Johsai, female managers also held a very...important role. They were in charge of making sure all of the senior players kept their head in the game and stayed at the pique of physical fitness. This meant that you were in charge of making sure all of their needs were met.

 Every. Single. One.

 And you had quickly found that the four seniors you were in charge of satiating this year were particularly hungry for one thing and one thing only. You.

 Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa all had their own unique interests and tastes. They fought for your affection, sometimes making you feel pulled into four different directions at once. It got so bad that they had to roll die to see who could have you first. There were prime time slots in your schedule, after all, and everyone wanted to be the one to hold it. Weekends were especially cut throat among them and it was finally decided on an even rotation. Oikawa, since he was the captain, got the first weekend. Mattsun was second. Iwaizumi third, and lastly Hanamaki. You never had a moment to yourself it seemed like. The core four took up the entirety of your free time.

 But you knew what the job demands were before you took it. You agreed to this. If only you had known how draining it would be. You couldn’t have imagined the sexual appetites of athletes being this overwhelming. If only there was time to recuperate. Time and time again they worked you to tears. Multiple times a week you’d be left overstimulated and so incredibly full of cum. But none of that could have prepared you for what they had in mind for this particular Saturday.

 Makki was supposed to come over to your apartment alone that evening. You had the scene set the way you knew he liked it. Lights dim with a plethora of candles scattered across the bedroom. There was chilled sparkling water set on the bedside and a new bottle of lube. You had taken time to shower, scrubbing every inch of you clean for him. After drying yourself off, fixing your hair and putting on light natural looking makeup, you stepped into a nice little sheer white baby-doll nightie with nothing but a sea foam green thong underneath.

 After a look-over in your floor length mirror, you smiled with satisfaction. Makki was the gentlest of the four and usually he pampered a little more afterwards. It was the only time you get any semblance of rest. Maybe you could convince him to go easy on you too. Take things slow. He was the easiest to reason with and you had been looking forward to this all week.

 There was a knock at your front door and immediately you were thrown off. Each player had a unique knock to them, and what you just heard wasn’t Makki’s. It was the captain’s. Holding back a groan you padded to the door and looked through the peephole, seeing all four seniors gathered in the hallway.

 Confusion washed over you as you unlocked the door and slowly opened it. Oikawa looked particularly proud of himself, something that had your thighs clenching out of sheer habit. “Oikawa-san? Did something happen?”

 Iwaizumi forced the door open, making you take a step back as all four men walked in, putting down their things in the entryway before Hanamaki closed the door. They deposited their shoes at the doorway before Oikawa gave you some sort of answer. “I hate to do this to you, Cutie, I really do, but there’s something your Captain wants you to do for him.”

 His eyes scoured every inch of your body, making you suddenly feel incredibly self conscious. His tongue swiped over his lips, his facial expression absolutely predatory. Your cunt was already aching at the thought of him pounding into you. “W-What is it?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

 Oikawa began to circle around you as you noticed the others begin to slip off their shirts. You swallowed thickly, unable to look away from the sheer amount of tone muscle present before you now. You began to chew on your bottom lip, the taste of your lip gloss crawling onto your tongue. “We decided that we all want a turn with you tonight.” He said, stopping behind you and putting his hands on your hips. He pulled you back to him and you could feel his half-hard cock rutting into your ass as he leaned to speak in your ear. “They don’t think you can handle it, but I can.”

 He pressed a kiss just under your ear, teeth grazing the skin there as you felt the flimsy fabric of the thong dampen with your arousal. All four of them? At once? Your head span as you tried to conceive it, but the captain’s cock grinding into your ass was almost too distracting. He knew exactly what he was doing and you hated him for it. “I don’t think I- Ah!” He bit at your pulse point and you felt her knees begin to tremble from the sheer anticipation of him being inside you.

 One of his beautiful hands moved to push up the lightweight fabric of the baby-doll, his index finger finding your clit expertly and pressing into you with just the right amount of force that had you keening back against him. “Don’t you want to prove them right, my little manager? What happened to all of that ambition?”

 Three pairs of eyes were devouring you as Oikawa continued to press kisses into your throat. They all looked so starving. So      needy    . Who were you to deny your team? Your body was for their taking, that was what you had wanted since you were a freshman right? And now, with Oikawa’s fingers working over your swelling clit, mouth taking claim to your neck, you have no drive to tell them no. There was no chance of you resisting them. You sank into Oikawa’s hold and he knew instantly that you were admitting defeat. You’d take on all four of them, even if it broke you.

 Oikawa dragged you into the bedroom, his right hand never leaving its spot between your legs. When he finally released you, he pushed you gently onto the bed so that he could take off his shirt. The other three came into the room, Makki had already stepped out of his pants and as in nothing but his socks and boxer briefs.

 You turned onto your back, looking absolutely doe-eyed at the large men before you. Again you kept your legs pressed together, rubbing slightly to try and create some kind of friction that would lighten the ache in your core. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Iwa pull something out of your top drawer, and again you swallowed as you knew there could only be one thing he’d be looking for in there. The black silk blindfold you kept stashed away.

 “Hajime, please,” You cooed softly, feeling fear bubble in your abdomen at being blinded. He ignored your quiet plea, knowing that there wasn’t nearly enough fight behind it to be an actual revocation of consent. He came closer to you, making it easier for you to see the outline of his erection in his pants as he covered your eyes with the cloth and tied it around the back of your head.

 “Good thinking, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa chirped as he took off his pants. “Let’s play a game then, shall we, Manager-san?” He asked, glancing at the other guys. “If you can guess whose dick is in your pretty little mouth then you can get a reward. How does that sound?”

 His irritating voice did nothing but ignite your desires even further. You were pretty certain you knew each of them well enough by now to be able to tell the difference between the four. Besides, Oikawa always held to his word and rewards with him often meant a very intense orgasm.

 You felt a hand grab you by the shoulder and by the softness of it, you assumed it was Oikawa’s. His hands were always the most meticulously kept out of all of them. He forced you to your knees and your mouth opened as you presented your tongue to whoever was first in line.

 Mattsun decided to take initiative, his cock already out as he stroked it. He stepped up to you, guiding the tip into your warm, beckoning mouth. He clenched his teeth together to keep from making any sort of sound that may give him away. Although, he already had a disadvantage. Mattsun was the biggest lengthwise and second only to Iwa when it came to girth.

 He was unable to stop himself from sliding as much in as he possibly could, his tip rubbing the back of your throat as his hand pressed onto the top of your head. His hips rocked slowly, pulling him out a fraction before rutting back in. You swirled your tongue around him, suckling lightly (though it was enough to finally pull a groan from him). You were about to reach up and grab onto his scrotum when Oikawa stopped you. “No touching, Cutie.” He chided and you put your hand back down.

 After a minute of you attempting to work him over without the help of your hands, he pulled from you completely. Oikawa asked you who it was as you were unable to stop yourself from coughing with newfound freedom. After you had collected yourself, you finally answered him with a small smile. “Issei.” You said happily, knowing you were right.

 “Good job.” Mattsun breathed out as he stroked his length to keep it from going soft. “Maybe that was too easy for you, doll.” You shook your head, trying to deny that it wasn’t easy for you to figure it out. None of them believed you.

 The next cock to enter your mouth was slimmer and you quickly narrowed it down to either Makki or Oikawa. They were almost identical, though there was one difference that would give it away. One of them had a small scar at the base of their penis where they had a shaving accident in high school.

 You greedily took him in, drool spilling over your lips and down your chin as your tongue searched every centimeter for the small white line of tissue. You tried to mask what you were doing by sucking and moaning at the small thrusts, the pubic hair at the base ticking your nose as he forced his tip to your throat. He suddenly pulled out, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself any longer if he didn’t. “Takahiro.” You said before Oikawa could ask.

 Makki let out a small laugh. “I guess you know me too well, huh?” He asked, not expecting you to actually answer. You smiled, reaching up to rid your chin of the spit that had made its way down it. Though you were somewhat positive that it would be replaced very quickly.

 “Alright, princess, so no one gets left out you’ll do Iwa-chan and I at the same time.” Oikawa said and a small frown formed on your lips. There was no way      both     of them would fit inside of your mouth. How were you supposed to do this without your hands?

 Iwa huffed, obviously not wanting to share your mouth with his best friend but nevertheless not objecting to it. They both stepped before you. “Can I at least use my hands this time, Captain?” You asked, head tilted upwards as if you were looking up at them.

 “Yes, you can use your hands this time.” Oikawa said back, placing a delicate hand on top of your head to rub it soothingly. You were doing such a good job for him and he was making note to make sure you knew that next time you were alone together.

 Again you opened your mouth wide. Oikawa nodded to Iwa who gave a shallow thrust into your mouth. Your hand searched up the leg of the person to your left, finding the shaft of his penis and stroking it. The telltale ribbing of a small scar at the base of it. The same scar you had been searching for when you were blowing Hanamaki. Not only that but Iwa’s girth gave him away. Oikawa was slender and pretty, Iwa was thick and veiny. Telling the two apart was almost like night and day.

 You bobbed your head, keeping the same pace with your hand giving them both a moment to enjoy the sensation before switching sides. You kept one hand on the base of each cock, making it easier to switch quickly between the two. When you had finally set what you thought was the perfect rhythm, a steady hand stopped you. “Who is who?” Oikawa asked in a chipper voice, never one to be upset when his dick was getting serviced.

 “Tooru-kun, you’re on the left.” You said, “Hajime is on the right.”

 Oikawa chuckled, “Wow, what a good little manager you are. You know us all so well. Are you ready for your reward?” You nodded your head enthusiastically. “Alright, get up and lay back on the bed we’re going to take good care of you.

 He grabbed your hand, helping you to your feet and guiding you to the bed where you laid down. He wasted no time in reaching up and grabbing the thin elastic of your thing and sliding it down your legs, enjoying the sight of the middle sticking to your slick folds for a moment before pulling free.

 Mattsun took position to your right, Makki your left, and Iwa was hovering over you, grabbing either of your thighs and spreading them. His calloused hands felt like a stark contrast from Oikawa’s, a feeling that made you shiver and clench around nothing. The blindfold was taken from your eyes at once by Makki.

 Tooru lowered his face to your core, giving you a nice slow cat lick up your slit that had you quaking in Iwa’s grasp. Mattsun forced the top of your babydoll down, freeing your breasts from the see-through material. He ran a thumb over your right nipple while Makki began to kiss along the swell of your left breast.

 Your brain was in overdrive at all the different sensations going on. Oikawa’s tongue pressing into your folds, Iwa’s mouth peppering kisses along your thighs as he held them apart. Matsukawa’s fingers massaging your breast firmly while Hanamaki is sucking hickies into your other one. There was just too much going on, you felt like you were going to short circuit already. Every inch of you was quivering with delight.

 Oikawa latched onto your clit like a leech, sucking so roughly that he pulled a loud moan straight from your throat. Your hips bucked, kegels flexing as you nearly creamed then and there. Iwa bit into your thigh, the pain ripping through your leg. You cried out, trying to squirm out of his grasp but it was of no use. He was stronger than you by a long shot and there was no way you could possibly overpower all four of them at once.

 “T-Toru p-p-p-please!” You cried, tears filling your eyes as Mattsun’s mouth replaced his hand. You just needed something, anything, inside you. You didn’t really care what at this point.

 He removed his mouth from you, a lewd popping sound came as a result. He knew exactly what you wanted, a lecherous smile on his wet lips. “You gonna beg me princess?”

 Your reply came in a whimper, Mattsun’s teeth grazed one nipple as Makki was sucking on your other one, tongue swirling as if he were attacking your clit instead. “I-I need yo-you inside.” You pleaded with him, the desperate need to have your pussy filled growing even more. “Your fin-fingers. Ah!” You tossed your head back as Iwa licked at your clit now. It was hard to concentrate on anything, especially getting the words you wanted out.

 Oikawa was extremely proud of the sight before him. Iwa’s sideways position gave him enough room to slip in two fingers into your throbbing cunt, The long, slender digits going in gently and deeply. “My, my, Manager-san. My fingers are waterlogged in this cute pussy of yours. Are you that desperate to get off?”

 You were unable to respond, too busy concentrating on grinding your hips against Hajime’s mouth and his fingers at the same time. Oikawa pulled his fingers out before inserting them back in, they slid with ease due to the amount of slick that had accumulated between your legs. Your eyes were rolling back, body jerking beneath the three boys that were hovering over you. All coherent thoughts were gone as the team captain because to thoroughly fuck you with his fingers, his vice captain’s tongue tracing fast shapes around your sensitive clit. That along with the two mouths on your chest had you crying and cumming in no time at all.

 Oikawa pulled his soaked fingers from you, inserting them into his mouth to clean them off with his tongue. He savored the taste of your cum, giving a small hum of appreciation at both the taste and the sight of you panting and teary-eyed. “Is our little cum dumpster okay? We haven’t even filled you up yet.”

 The sarcasm of his voice and sudden removal of Iwaizumi’s grip had your legs slamming shut, not wanting anyone to see how turned on you still were. How much you still needed them to satisfy you. The slutty desperation making your heart pound even harder within your chest. How much more of this relentless teasing could you take before breaking completely? You had no idea. “Fill...Fill me up, Captain.” You said between heavy breaths, eyes glossy with saline and want.

 He laughed, “Makki, tonight is supposed to be your night. You can choose what order we go in.” At least Oikawa could be fair when it came to his teammates. Too bad he wasn’t when it came to you.

 Hanamaki thought about it for a moment. “We should switch halves. Mattsun and I will fuck her while you two can have her hands and mouth.” He brushed your hair back, a small smile on his face. “I know she can take it.”

 He maneuvered himself so he was laying next to you so you could climb on top of him. Your teeth sank into your lip again as you positioned his tip at your entrance, slowly lowering yourself down. You couldn’t stop the moan from seeping out between your lips in the process of finally feeling completed. Makki pulled you down by your arm so your chest was against his.

 You hadn’t noticed Mattsun get up and grab the bottle of lube. He generously coated two fingers as he got behind you. He watched as Makki’s dick spread your lips apart, his dick disappearing inside of you in slow shallow thrusts. His own cock was throbbing painfully at this point, begging for release.

 Instead of touching himself, he inserted his two fingers into your ass. You let out a hiss of pain, the muscles burning at the sudden stretch. Hanamaki was whispering sweet things into your ear to help distract you, telling you how good you were doing for him. How amazing your soft pussy felt wrapped around him so tightly while Iwa was positioning himself at your head, stroking his cock is a slow languid motion.

 Oikawa had grabbed his phone and was now recording. He enjoyed nothing better than humiliating you by filming you in compromising positions. Most of the nights alone with him involved some sort of video equipment. Despite being hard and dripping precum onto your carpet, he seemed to totally ignore his erection and focus only on getting the perfect shot of you pleasuring his team.

 Mattsun continued to prep your ass, feeling your muscles beginning to relax around him. Makki kept his rhythm light, not wanting to jostle you around too much while his friend was getting you ready. His hands were on your waist, holding you still as you whimpered. He was being so gentle, too gentle. That wasn’t what you wanted. You were craving Mattsun’s brute force, the little whimpers coming from you only proving how ready you were.

 “Don’t leave her waiting, Mattsun.” Oikawa said. “She wants you to fuck her ass, can’t you see how much she needs it? Little cumslut can’t get off to just Makki treating her like a princess”

 Mattsun tutted, removing his fingers so that he could lube up his cock. Again he watched you take in every inch of Hanamaki like such a good little girl. He spit on your ass, letting it slide down your crack as he pressed his tip into your anus. Hanamaki was still as his friend pushed into you, leaving delicate kisses along your jawline.

 He let out a loud groan as his balls came into contact with your perineum. You fluttered around both of them, taking the moment to adjust to having two dicks inside of you instead of just one. And Mattsun was so big you thought he might rip you apart.

 Iwa was growing impatient, he pressed his tip against your lips and your tongue darted out to taste his precum. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as you opened her mouth fully for him. Makki and Mattsun still weren’t moving yet, simply enjoying the feeling of your body heat warming up their cocks.

 You tried to move your hips to feel something, anything. The neediness growing ever wilder within you. Oikawa watched with great delight, enjoying the muffled torture sounds coming from your mouth as you sucked on Iwa’s dick. “You want them to move, sweetheart?” He asked in a sickly sweet voice that was definitely anything but sincere.

 You whined loudly, despite your mouth being full. You attempted to nod your head but it was slight due to not wanting to hurt Iwa by accident though your teeth did graze him and he gave a warning tug on your locks. You looked up at him with an apologetic expression, gargling out a sorry that wasn’t really comprehensible.

 “You heard her, Matsukawa.” Makki said, his once sweet voice going sly. “She wants us to move.”

 Mattsun laughed darkly as he pulled back slowly before jerking his hips forward, roughly slapping into you. Searing heat and pain caused tears to once again spring to your eyes as Hanamaki began to move in sync with him with an almost equal amount of force. It took a moment for them to stop fumbling awkwardly with one another, trying to find a going pace that worked to both of their advantages. Once they found it though, it was nothing but bliss. Both your pussy and ass being fucked simultaneously while your mouth was stuff full had your eyes rolling back and drool slipping down your chin again.

 “Fuck it’s so tight.” Mattsun moaned, smacking your ass with a harsh slap before rubbing the area. “Why have you never let me fuck your ass before? You’ll be lucky if I ever use that used up pussy again.” He growled at you, making the welling tears finally fall down your face. They dripped down onto Makki, though he didn’t mind much at all.

 Iwa was forcing more and more of himself down your throat, gagging and choking you in the process until you could barely breathe. He was taking the liberty to fuck your mouth, allowing you to simply be another hole for his pleasure instead of an active participate in getting him off.

 Oikawa grabbed one of your hands and wrapped it around his dick. He knew you wouldn’t be able to stroke him due to your fucked out state of stupidity. He moved your hand for you, keeping it steady as he bounced his hips against your grip. “I get that ass next.” He said, “Iwa-chan, you can have Makki’s hole. I want her so full of cum that she won’t stop leaking for a week.”

 Makki increased his pace, forcing Mattsun to do so as well. The two dicks rubbing inside of you have a fast knot tightening in your lower abdomen. The thing that finally did you over was Makki reaching between the two of you and teasing your clit with the pads of his fingers. You were screaming around Iwa, eyes shut tight as you came for a second time, both holes spasming around your partners, pulling moans from them as you sucked them in more. It was enough to drive Makki to his peak as well, releasing inside of your cunt while Mattsun thrusted wildly, the sounds of his balls slapping against you was the loudest thing in the room at the moment. It only ceased when he finally came, pumping your ass so full of semen that it seeped out around his base.

 Iwa pulled his dick from your mouth and throat, allowing you to gasp and sob. You were already so incredibly overstimulated, you couldn’t imagine having to go yet another round. But you knew your captain and vice captain wanted to get off too. Oikawa’s dream of making you the sluttiest little cum dumpster in all of Japan was quickly coming true.

 Mattsun pulled out of you, enjoying the view one last time before stepping back and disappearing into the bathroom to clean up. Iwa moved to the side, ready to fuck you senseless again with growing impatience. Makki took one last breath, gave you one last sweet kiss, before slipping out from under you.

 Oikawa handed his phone to Makki so he could continue to film while he positioned himself under you. With Iwa’s help he had you sitting up and turned around so that your back was to him. “I think Mattsun lubed you up enough, Manager-san, don’t you think?” He asked, tip probing your dripping ass before suddenly dipping into you without warning. You cried out, almost not believing just how easily he slid right in. Since he was a bit smaller than Mattsun, it didn’t hurt at all for him to be inside all at once. The former had stretched you out too thoroughly.

 Iwa also wasted zero time in plugging you up, stopping anymore of Makki’s cum from escaping you. You were still crying and shaking, too overstimulated to say anything that made sense. Unlike Mattsun and Makki, they didn’t need time to sync up into a nice rhythm. They both went in hard and fast, almost competing with one another on who could be the most brutal.

 Oikawa’s hands were on your breasts, pulling at your nipples, “What a good girl, taking your captain and vice captain like this.” He said, holding back his own moans as he whispered into your ear. “Our little good luck charm. My cute little slut, you’ll do anything I ask of you won’t you?”

 Your answer was a strangled moan, throat still sore from Iwa’s previous abuse. You could tell Oikawa was struggling not to cum. Whenever he got too excited he had the tendency to lose control.

 Once again Iwa had a bruising grip on your thighs, keeping them nice and spread so he could easily see his handiwork, watching you take his thick cock as if it were nothing. The squelching sounds you were making had you feeling incredibly embarrassed, the way the previous boys’ cum had acted as lubricant for the two new ones. Oikawa and Iwa were pumping in and out effortlessly, working you over once again.

 “Iwa-chan, but your thumb on her clit, I bet she’ll squirt all over us if you do that.” Oikawa said, nipping at your ear as he tugged on your nipples again. Iwa reached down, pressing his thumb against the engorged bud and rubbing in fast tight circles. Your back arched, more sobs erupting as you felt another overwhelmingly powerful orgasm rip through you. You couldn’t stop the release of ejaculate as it squirted out of you, showering all three of you in the process, though Iwa got the brunt of it.

 Oikawa was laughing harshly, “Fuck princess, you’re just so goddamn dirty aren’t you? You like being stuffed like this? Will you ever be satisfied with just one again?” You shook, collapsed on top of him, unable to make any sound or even think straight. Your walls were still fluttering around him, hips jerking in tune with their thrusts. Iwa’s nails dragged across your skin, the pain not even enough to cause you to yelp like you normally would. A few pumps later and he was adding to the mess with his own cum, the warm liquid filling your pussy so beautifully for him as he pulled out.

 “Best for last.” Oikawa hissed, Flipping over so he could ravage you at a whole new angle. You couldn’t even hold yourself up, he had to do it for you as he rammed into you over and over. He wasn’t holding back anymore, hell you didn’t even know he      was     holding back before. He chased his own high, hitting his peak and pumping you full of even more white creamy liquid.

 He pulled out and gently laid your hips down onto the bed. You cried into the sheets, still feeling jerky from your own string of orgasms. It was over? Finally? You couldn’t believe that you had actually survived all four of them at once.

 Oikawa and Iwa began to clean themselves up as Makki put his captain’s phone away and went to pamper you with kisses. He turned you on to your back and spread your legs just enough so he could clean you up the best he could. Parts of the bed were soaked unfortunately, but Mattsun brought a clean towel to lay down over the puddles, moving you so that you were on top of the towel instead of the wetness.

 “Don’t forget, Makki, make sure she’s up tomorrow for practice.” Oikawa said in that sing-song voice of him. “Maybe we can have a round two in the equipment room.”

 You whimpered in protest as Hanamaki held you close to him. “He’s joking, love, don’t worry.” He whispered to you softly, knowing you were too outdone to do it again so soon.

 Iwa punched his shoulder roughly, “leave her alone, asshole.” He said threateningly, coming over to plant a light kiss on your forehead. “If you can’t come tomorrow, don’t stress it.” He said quietly enough that the only other person to hear him was Makki. He straightened up before shooting a glare at Oikawa.

 Oikawa frowned a bit at him before walking over to you. “Good job, princess. I knew you could do it. You made your captain so proud tonight.” He cooed softly, petting your head. “I’ll call you in the morning to check on you.” He placed a kiss identical to Iwa’s onto your forehead. “Makki is going to take good care of you tonight.” He assured before standing up once more. “Let’s go, Iwa-chan. I’m hungry.”

 The two started bickering as they left. Mattsun cleaned up around the room a little more before, wishing you a farewell before leaving. Hanamaki continued to whisper to you about how amazing you were and how thankful he was for letting them do this. He didn’t stop until you finally lost your battle with sleep, cuddled up next to him and clinging to him for safety.

 And the next day you definitely didn’t show up to practice.

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