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chil2de · 3 years

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❝𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐎𝐇’𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋❞

you’ll always be their favourite, whether you lie to gain what you want or not

a/n: tfw your keyboard gets fixed and now you have no reason to write fics in lowercase anymore

w.c: 2424

𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 !

“What’s wrong with you, angel?” Matsukawa quips sarcastically, an eyebrow raised incredulously until your body language and facial expressions give way to the fact that you are, in fact, upset.

You slump your body weight down onto the bench, too exasperated and panicked to care that you’ve just barged the door down inside the men’s changing room. Realistically, though, even if you were in the right state of mind— you’d still be here anyway.

Matsukawa’s still in the process of buttoning his shirt up, digits loosely clinging to the fabric. His arms rapidly drop to his sides and he’s quick to sit down next to you, slinging one arm around you as he pulls you in. His lips brush the delicate skin of your forehead, and he draws hushed murmurs to help calm you down. Your sobs muffle against him , salty tears globbing against his bare skin. He combs his slender fingertips through your hair, drawing little nonsensical patterns into your scalp. Over the commotion, Kunimi glances over from the side of his locker a few doors down. His eyebrows furrow and his gaze searches Matsukawa’s in a look that can only be heeded as a question: “what the fuck?”

You can hear the audible chatter and murmuring coming from just outside the changing room, footsteps impeding and tones growing more rambunctious as they get closer. In through the door come Oikawa, Iwaizumi and Hanamaki. They all instantaneously shut up in their tracks when your awful wails pierce their ears. Iwaizumi’s the first to hurry over, slinging his heavy backpack and shoving it onto Oikawa who only exclaims in protest.

Matsukawa allows Iwaizumi to pry you out of his hold, carefully taking you to face him. He kneels down as though he’s talking to a child, eye-level to your glassy eyes and smeared mascara.

“Talk.” Iwaizumi commands sternly, evening out his voice at the very last second to show through some sympathy and concern. You hiccup against him, lips trembling and nose twitching. You’re about to get another word out, attempt to string together a sentence, but the waterworks come flooding out once more.

“I— He, uh. Fuck. He fucking done it again.” You choke out thickly, struggling to speak properly. Your tone snaps and wobbles, blurting out a sentence and snapping your lips shut in hopes that they’ll piece together the rest of the puzzle.

“Terushima broke up with you again?” Hanamaki inquires, watching for your facial expression. It’s obvious that he’s right on the money with the way your breath hitches, making that wheezy little gasp and the crease in your brows to form.

“Fucking asshole.” Iwaizumi scoffs with a roll of his eyes. He stands up, pulling you up with him and he roughly collides your chest into his. He’s a little bit sticky, teal and white uniform clinging to his body. Despite just finishing a heavy volleyball session, he thinks it’s not the end of the world that he has to hug you even if his body is burning up twofold.

“You’re too good for him.” Iwaizumi mutters into your shoulders, right hand securing your shoulder blade and the other one lingering at your waist.

“That guy’s an ass.” Hanamaki agrees, earning a snort from Matsukawa.

“Serious prick. How did you two last anyways?”

“Oi.” Iwaizumi barks, glaring daggers at Matsukawa. The latter raises his hands in defence, but his face reads ‘Am I wrong?’

Oikawa, who is either fashionably late to the conversation or cannot seem to care, casually punches in the code for his locker with a small hum. He doesn’t seem phased by the situation whatsoever, and goes about his day by lifting his shirt off in a criss-crossed manner.

“Are you kidding? You’re not going to say anything to her?” Iwaizumi guffaws, tone increasing with impatience. His palms gradually grip you with more strength out of agitation. He stops himself short quickly, resuming by handling you as though you’re a form of fine china. You’re not sure which one aggravates you more, but you can’t find the need to complain about it in a situation like this.

“Mm? And say what? I’m sorry that you two broke up?” Oikawa inquires, tone pitchy and on the verge of teasing. Tantalising, even.

“Yeah?” Iwaizumi shakes his head in disbelief, speaking in a matter-of-fact way.

“I’m not sorry, though? Wonder what I should say instead, then?”

Matsukawa allows his mouth to part loosely, closing and opening it several times. Alas, he still cannot think of anything to say, and has to stifle the chortle that bubbles up within him. He exchanges glances with Hanamaki, who only looks at him before glancing around in multiple directions.

Iwaizumi drops his hold on you, passing you back over to Matsukawa. He turns to Oikawa instead, gripping the setter by his shirt and slamming him up against the lockers. You coil away into Matsukawa’s touch, resting your spine against him. You can feel his heartbeat steadily thump away against your vertebrae, pulse thrumming and coursing through your entire body. His legs are at either sides of you, caging you in and protecting you all the same.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? Mama never taught you to keep your shit to yourself?” Iwaizumi hisses through grit teeth, shaking Oikawa against the cool metal.

“You want me to lie, Iwa-chan? Is that it?” Oikawa taunts, gripping onto the hand that’s keeping him pinned up against the lockers. Iwaizumi uncurls his fist away from Oikawa as though he’s just touched a hot pan, huffing with a scoff and glaring at him to proceed with whatever excuse is about to come spewing out of his mouth.

“You.” Oikawa accuses, extending his index finger towards you.

“It’s your fault, princess.” He hums, and Hanamaki has to physically keep Iwaizumi back from ripping Oikawa’s head off.

You gulp, swallowing thickly.

“Me?” You protest, taking your own hand and pointing towards yourself in question.

“Think about it.”

“You knew Terushima doesn’t do well in relationships. Did you really think you could change him?”

“Were you even dating him at all, (Y/N)-chan?” Oikawa tilts his head back, gaze following down his nose— eyebrow curled up in contempt.

“Are you fucking kidding?” Iwaizumi spits, jaw locked and his chest tightens. He can feel his skin tingle, prickled with imaginary needles that are almost enough to send him over the edge. He’s not about to stand here and let Oikawa shit-talk you like that, after all.

There’s a lack of response on your end. Your throat constricts, and your blood rocks around in your cranium.

It’s not that you won’t say yes, it’s that you can’t.

If they were to think about it, they’d be able to pull up a few red flags. They can’t remember the last time you exhibited any signs of actually being in a relationship. You never openly spoke about a Terushima. Neither of them asked— and only because they were too selfish and invested in debating what it would have been like if you were fully theirs.

Of course, you’d always be their baby girl. Liar, or not.

But you’d be underestimating them if you assumed they weren’t going to punish you for it.

“(Y/N)?” Matsukawa leans in, warm and velvety lips brushing the shell of your ears. You’d expect to feel the ghost of a smirk tugging his lips, but there’s nothing. No state of emotion, just five men awaiting the truth that they’ve been chasing for months now.

“You’re not gonna respond?” He presses again, tone taking a noticeable turn as it lowers an octave. You can feel the shivers crawl the expanse of your skin, and you're sure Matsukawa can feel you trembling in his hold, too.

Oikawa clasps your chin with his thumb and index, tilting you up. As suspected, you avoid his gaze.

“You poor thing.” He coos condescendingly, thumb brushing up to pull your bottom lip down. His eyes gloss over in an unidentifiable expression, though the closest thing you can label it as is perhaps hunger.

“Looks like we’ve got a pretty liar.”

“Easy, easy. You’re gonna fucking break her, dude.” Matsukawa hisses, looping his warm and sturdy hands underneath your arms.

“You okay, angel?” Matsukawa murmurs, attaching his lips onto your neck. This elicits a meek whimper from you, and there’s too many things occurring at once sensory wise for you to be able to respond to him. You think of doing it, but it flies from your train of thought the second Hanamaki’s cold hands circle the inside of your thighs.

“That’s not gonna break her. Are you stupid? She’s not a doll.” Hanamaki mutters with dejection.

“Will it break you?” Hanamaki glances up, double checking anyways. You shake your head with fervour, a garbled plea choking out from between the partition of your lips for him to keep going.

“Relax.” Matsukawa murmurs, warm breath seeping into your muscles and down to your bones. It’s difficult to relax when every fibre of your body screams, every inch of skin slicked with sweat or dried cum stains. Your thighs are trembling, legs shaking from strain even when Hanamaki’s holding onto both of them.

Oikawa leans in to grab ahold of your face despite it all, stealing you for a kiss. He whimpers into the partition of your lips, seizing your gasp to drink you in and tangle his tongue with yours. He bites onto your bottom lip lightly, pulling it back ever so slightly with his teeth in a teasing manner. You whine when he pulls away, and it’s exactly what he wanted. When you lean back into Oikawa, his nose just barely brushes the tip of yours before he pulls away.

“Tooru—“ you whine with a babble, pouting and nose wrinkling.

“What’s wrong?” He feigns sympathy, smiling with mockery.

“You wanna kiss me? Hm?”

“Y-yeah—“

“Yeah?” He imitates your tone, taking it up a few notches to sound more feminine.

“You don’t get to pick and choose.” Oikawa taunts, flicking you between the brows. His gaze flickers behind you and there’s a small nod from him before your head’s yanked to the right. You’re passed on to Iwaizumi, and he doesn’t waste any time in stuffing his cock down the contents of your throat. Your dainty wrists run and scratch at his hips, eyes blown wide whilst you gag around his length. It’s the little commotion in that moment that Hanamaki decides he should slide his dick right in, hips snapping in place into your sticky and fucked up cunt.

Iwaizumi grips the back of your head, gritting his teeth as he peers down at you through hazy eyelids. A mix of your saliva and drool spill out the corners of your lips, dribbling down your chin and onto your neck. He grabs fistfuls of your hair, yanking you back and forth off his cock until you’re slurping around him sufficiently. Iwaizumi’s sure he’s about to shoot his cum down your throat, so he has to throw his head back and regain his composure in hopes of drawing this out a little bit longer.

“Maki-chan, hurry it up— will you? I’m getting bored over here.” Oikawa sighs wistfully, opting to toy with your breasts. He pinches your nipples, rolling the hard bud between his index and thumb. He pulls it up with intrigue, flicking it whilst watching intently to see how you writhe and arch your back. Every time you do, you can feel Matsukawa’s cock poke against your lower back— stabbing you through the fabric of his uniform. He rolls his hips, groaning into your ear at the added friction. He insists that he’s going to wait until everyone is finished with you so he can have his way with you afterwards; but he’s antsy on whether or not he’ll end up coming in his boxers just like this. It’s almost the same with Kunimi, actually. He’d rather make you wail and thrash on his tongue and fingertips, but he may just end up growing impatient and rail the fuck out of you instead.

“Hurry up? I just started fucking her.”

“And? Get your dick out, I’m taking her.”

Hanamaki, not one to refuse his Captain’s orders, pulls himself out with an exhale. In turn, Oikawa settles himself between your legs with a dismal sigh. Missionary isn’t his favourite, but it’ll have to do for now.

He slides his jet black boxers down to his toned thighs, never really pulling them off all the way. His shirt, however, follows in a different fashion and he pulls it off fully before bundling it up and throwing it halfway across the changing room.

Oikawa lifts your legs, throwing your ankles over his shoulders. He slaps his cock, which is stained a deep red against his pallor, onto your clit. Your mewls are muffled by Iwaizumi’s dick. Oikawa continues to taunt you, smearing his head around your folds and gathering up the lubrication there— all the while he peers at you with a small arrogant smirk that curls his lips.

“Would be pretty tragic if I just didn’t fuck you.” He chuckles, bony and blue-veined hands reaching down, ghosting the outline of your vulva. Enough to encompass your nerves, light them on fire, but not enough to satisfy your cravings for his touch. You arch your hips, angling around and around in hopes of just maybe helping the captain cave in to his desires. You want to plead him, beg him some more, but you can’t. Iwaizumi seems amused by this, and it’s evident because he downright laughs at you.

You can’t utter a single thing, not at all. It’s all muffled, and it goes on like this for a while. You can feel the tears prick your vision, mind growing hazy and how the knot in your abdomen just threatens to snap. You haven’t cum once. Not once. Oikawa knows this, as does everyone else, who have already finished in one way or another.

When the time does come and Oikawa relents by pushing his tip through the thin membrane of your cunt, past all the cum that’s been dumped there and burying his length whole inside your gummy walls— you almost lose your mind. You can’t fathom the sensation of him stretching you wide, filling you up to the brim.

His touch becomes bruising, on the verge of painful as he uses your waist as leverage before fucking himself with deep and rough strokes at an even pace. His cock threatens to slam against the start of your cervix, drawing a ring of cream from you already.

But that’s it. He gives you the strokes you wanted so much, and left you hanging.

He tells you to do the rest yourself, to ride him. Fuck him yourself.

But how can you?

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#ahem.#so. yeah.#🌹.txt #🖤.nsfw #hq #haikyuu x me #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x self insert #seijoh x reader #seijoh x manager #oikawa x you #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x y/n #matsukawa smut #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu smut #hanamaki x you #kunimi x y/n

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kitasfox · 3 years

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Hiii foxy how are you?,Hope you are doing great <3 anyway,just let me tel you something,I had a daydream(?) And It was like makki and mattun like fighting over you and trying to get your attention,but like you being the sweet as bimbo you are you fail to realize it,they both kinda get pissed off and are like "let's teach our little doll a lesson for being so oblivious"

Ahhhh-please,that's enough internet for today

Byee take care foxyyy

a/n: FUCKING FINALLY I HAD THE CHANCE TO WRITE THIS CUZ DAMN- YOUR MIND ANON!! I had a good time writing this 🥴 thank you for sending me this babe!!!

THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact or I'll bite.

warnings: threesome,,, maybe dub-con cuz the reader is fucking dumb, bimbo reader, spitting, fingering, all that shit, name calling

@hqintheclub taglist form

Okay but,,, imagine if it was OIKAWA'S LITTLE SISTER TOO BRUH

Oikawa's dumb, pretty little sister, a slut just like his big brother, letting people do whatever they want to her since she's too stupid to even understand what's going on.

For what reason, no one knows, Oikawa thinks leaving you to his trusty teammates is a good idea when he can't make it home that night. Oikawa knows you're a little stupid, doesn't want her sister to be alone all night.

So he calls his friends over to stay a night at his home.

Hanamaki is the first to arrive, you spend the day together, watching movies, playing card. He teaches you a game, strip poker, he tells you, a game that leaves you with only your bra and skirt, whereas he hasn't removed even an item.

"'s not fair!" You cry out brattily, looking around to at least find your lace panties you had to remove, the feeling of being nude under your short little skirt a bit too embarrassing, and- well, maybe it makes you a little, just a little.. wet.

"You have everything on you, and I-" you keep whining as you keep looking for the panties, you swear they were right there a second ago, did you lost them already? "Did you see my panties?"

"Aw, baby, it's not my fault you're so bad at this game." Hanamaki mocks you, watching you with amusement as you keep looking around for the pair or royal blue panties.

"Ugh, I swear they were right here." You pout. You sit on your knees, pressing your face down and pushing your ass high up to try and see under the couch-

"Fuck!" You hear the man curse behind you, you don't think much of it, definitely don't think it's because of how your short little skirt bunches around your waist, giving Hanamaki a show of your pretty little pussy and fuck- he's fucking hard.

"I can't find it!" You whine, standing back up. Your eyes fall on the man, eyes much darker than they usually are, a dangerous twist to his usually docile expression. "Makki?" You tilt your head, "what's wrong?"

Before he can answer, the doorbell makes the both of you jump in your places. You run towards the door, knowing who it is, already.

"Hey, sweetheart."

"Mattsun!" Hanamaki hears you chirp his best friends name, who enters the room with you hanging on his arm like a pretty little prize. "Why are you half-naked?" Mattsun raises an amazed brow. "Was Makki teaching you strip-poker?"

"Yes, but he keeps winning!" You pout, you look so adorable when you do, your glossed bottom lip jutting forward, making him wonder how you'd look pouting like this under him, too.

"Oh," Matsukawa turns his gaze to the pink haired man, spreading on the couch, a visible tent stretching his pants. "Without me?"

"You were late." Hanamaki grins, pulling something from his pocket, something royal-blue colored, and laced. "She was just looking for her panties."

Before you can see it, Hanamaki stuffs the material back in his pocket.

"Your panties?" Matsukawa repeats with a wide grin, turning to you, who looks embarrassed, hiding your face by strictly looking at your shoes. "You're not wearing them right now?"

Now he can guess what had Hanamaki so hard in his pants. Well, he can guess very well, as it's the same thing making him go hard, as well.

"...I couldn't find them." You whisper, playing with the hem of your skirt. "I swear they were right here but-"

"Oh, dumb girl," Matsukawa pulls you into a hug when your voice starts shaking with embarrassment. You're quick to wrap your hands around his large body, letting him comfort you as his lips are mere inches away from your ears, hands tracing the material of the skirt.

Matsukawa pushes your body closer to himself, hands starting to wander around your ass over your skirt, kneading your pretty ass, stretching the material over your pussy and making you cry out a surprised whimper.

You don't say anything but his name as his fingers press on your pussy from over the skirt, pinching the skin of your ass, feeling the dampness over the cloth.

"Mattsun-" you whimper as his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, his hot breath giving you goosebumps.

"My dumb, little girl," he repeats, this time with a grin as you start to hump his larg fingers, pressing on your oussy from over your skirt. "-I always knew you were just a dumb little slut."

Your body freezes against his as you process your friends' words, tears that were just drying into he corners of your eyes starting to well again. "What-?"

"No, he's right." Hanamaki finally stands up from his seat to walk towards you. "You really are a stupid whore."

"I'm not!" You cry out, wondering why Matsukawa's fingers are still pressing on your clit like that, making you forget your hard earned words. "I'm not a stupid- a stupid whore!"

"Aren't you?" Hanamaki threads his fingers through your hair and pulls, making your head snap back to meet his cruel grin. "Aren't you the one, pantiless, standing in a room with two grown men?"

"But- but I couldn't find it-"

"Bending right in front of me like that only minutes ago-" Hanamaki pushes two fingers through your lips, he wonders if it's reflex you welcome them so easily, starting to suck kn them like a little bitch. "Showing me that pretty pussy, you think I didn't notice how wet you were?"

"Oh, you should feel her now, Makki." Matsukawa interrupts as he finally pushes his fingers under your skirts, feeling your naked pussy, dripping.

Your eyes wide as he pulls them back out, fingers shining with your wetness. "Look how wet she is. Do you believe her, Makki? You believe she's not a whore?"

"Such a pretty face," Hanamaki's hands push your cheeks together, creating an adorable pout, "I would've believed her if I hadn't seen how much of a whore she can be with my own two eyes."

"Please!" Your breaths start quickening as you feel Matsukawa's hardened cock pressing against your ass, you start rubbing yourself on him in return.

"Please?" Hanamaki laughs at you, hands already pulling on your bra, "please, what?"

"Are you accepting you're a slut, pretty girl? Is that what it is?" Matuskawa keeps stretching the skirt over your pussy, making you squirm between the two man, making you feel dizzy, mind blank.

"Say you're our dumb slut, and we'll fuck you, doll." Hanamaki grins at your pathetic face, at the drool starting to drip from the corners of your lips.

"-'m not- mmh!!" A soft pat to your pussy makes you cry out in pleasure, your knees shaking, making you worry you might fall over.

"Try again, baby."

"I'm-" a gasp falls from between your pants, "I'm your stupid whore!" You finally manage to cry out, a loud moan eliciting from your lips when Matsukawa grins, "Good girl."

"Oh, look at that," Maki laughs at you, hands already pulling on your bra, exposing your tits, "she liked that."

"Did you, dumb girl?"

"Y-yeah," you mindlessly agree as you're too focused on the feeling of his fingers now circling your clit, the burning sensation killing any thought that was in your head. "Liked it."

Matsukawa's fingers are big, you always knew it, but never realized how much bigger than yours. Even one of his fingers are enough to stretch your tiny little pussy, but Matsukawa's never been the type to settle for anything less than he'd like.

With the second finger slipping in you, your legs can't hold you up anymore, your throat sore from the moans and cries, and pleasure screams, Hanamaki's hands groping and kneading your tits, pinching your nipples.

"Oh, poor baby," Hanamaki holds your face by the chin, leaning closer enough to feel your hot breath against his face. "Too bad praise is the last thing you'll be getting today."

As soon as he finishes his words, his fingers press on your bottom lip, making you open your mouth, spitting in it with a smile. "Whores like you don't deserve anything better."

Your eyes widen as his spit rests on your tongue, mouth still agape, Matsukawa's large fingers slipping in and out of you and its all so much-

"Come on, baby," Hanamaki's voice finally pulls you out of your daze, "get on the floor, face down, ass up, show Mattsun here, too, just how pretty you look like that."

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tadashiwa · 3 years

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sending aoba johsai boys nudes for the first time

oikawa, iwaizumi, mattsukawa, hanamaki x reader

warnings: degradation, sexting, mentions of nudes (no pictures), one brief drug mention

oikawa

so you two have a bit of a bet going on

a challenge if you will

to see who will cave and ask for sex first

whoever loses has to let the other do whatever they want to them

because lets be real

you two be fucking constantly fr

but youre both so competitive

and you wanna cave but youre too stubborn

so you decide to expedite

and he's like ha u caved

and you're like ha no i didnt

but when he gets home you get RAILED

iwaizumi

you were visiting your mom this weekend to go through some of your old stuff

you and iwaizumi were best friends in high school

and then you started dating after

but there was this one night in high school where you were both a little tipsy

and he let it slip that he thought you were really hot in your school uniform

so obviously when you found it in your closet you were like >:)

so you take off your bra and put it on

leaving the top buttons undone of course so your chest was spilling out

and since you've grown since high school the skirt was even shorter and the socks made your thighs look that much better

you send him a picture and

iwaizumi dies.

not actually but

you're getting your guts rearranged when you get home

u lucky bitch </3

mattsukawa

he was ur best friend

one day when he was over you saw that savage x fenty was running a sale so u were like oh bet

u needed one more set for free shipping and u couldn't decide which you wanted

and so you were like bro which one do i get

and his mind was SPINNING thinking about you in either of the lace sets you showed him

but he was also frustrated thinking about someone else seeing you in either of them

anyways he helps you pick and then he kinda forgets

and then

you text him.

a picture.

its like you want him dead

hanamaki

you guys were talking but you hadn't done anything sexual yet

y'all were going to a party and you couldn't figure out what the hell to wear

so you facetime him like HELP ME

the camera is propped against your dresser btw so he can see your whole body

so you're putting on outfits but you're changing off camera but you're getting frustrated

and you

yank

the dress over your head

without stepping off camera

and makki is done for

he's not even sure that you know he can see you

so he texts you after

you didn't go to the party that night.

a/n: idk if this is as good as the first time i wrote it but here y'all go <3 i can do a part 2 but this was taking a while so i wanted to get it out

#oikawa #tooru oikawa #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #mattsukawa #issei matsukawa #hanamaki #hanamaki takahiro #oikawa smut #iwaizumi smut #mattsukawa smut #hanamaki smut #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #mattsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu self insert

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akaashisupremacy · 3 years

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Job Wanted: Boyfriend

Summary: Makki is callous w/ his words. After a big fight, he knows he needs to make changes. Can he make things work before it’s too late?

Notes: Right on time for Hanamki’s birthday!! In the fic it’s his actual bday too lol!! Inspired by hcs about Hanamaki’s toxic traits that lives in my mind rent free!

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Hanamaki x reader

genre: ANGST, lovers to exes to ??, pining, tw: toxic-ish relationship (wc: 1.9 k)

“It’s not my job to be your boyfriend.” Takahiro Hanamaki mutters with his arms crossed, “Stop trying to police what I have to say!”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. You knew it was over between you two then and there.

You met Makki while working in a soba restaurant. He was charismatic, smart and efficient. Whenever you two were on the same shift, he tried to make the work fun. You both started hanging out after work—indie films in the university theatre, library study sessions, walks home after work. Makki even traded shifts just to see you more often.

All you were asking from him was to be more sensitive. Enough was enough. Sure he liked you and you liked him, but compatibility was a separate thing altogether. He knew you were touchy about comments on your art, your looks and your confidence, but he just didn’t know when to shut up.

“You’re wearing that sweater really?”

“This piece looks okay, like subpar on a good day.”

If he doesn’t want to have to be careful with his words, then you don’t want to have to be around him. You swiftly grab your things and walk out the door. When it finally sinks into him two seconds later, he stumbles onto the door apologizing. You refuse to hear any of it.

“I didn’t mean it-- ”

But fun hang outs and serious dating are two different things, and the end of your relationship proved just that.

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Makki tries to apologize to you when he sees you, but nothing seems to work. Eventually he gives in and allows you both to drift apart—he stops catching you in the library and trading shifts, which was fine by you.

After a few months, Makki finds himself staring at his phone one fateful afternoon. He’s still debating whether to make the call or not. In the end, he shrugs his shoulders. There’s really nothing to lose.

When you see his name, you pick up because of your curiosity more than anything.

“To what do I owe this occasion?” you snort. You hear him repress a chuckle.

“Damn, I haven’t said anything yet and you’re hostile already.” he laughs. You threaten to put the phone down.

“Hey, on my last birthday you said that may all your wishes come true, right? Well, my next birthday is coming up and my wish is to spend the day with you.”

“I’m in Kyoto right now. You’re in Tokyo.” you point out. You are both on semestral break. Has he already forgotten that you spend your breaks with your grandmother in Kyoto?

“I’ll take the day off and I’ll come down to see you.” he holds his breath as he waits to hear your answer, “We haven’t hung out in a while.” he adds casually.

“Can’t you just spend it with someone else?” you sigh somewhat resigned, “The not hanging out part is on you. Don’t put that on me.”

You could hear him thoughtfully inhale on the phone before he replies, “No, I want to spend it with you. Besides, I’ve always wanted to see Kyoto.”

“I’m ending the call now.” you roll your eyes, unnerved by the whole conversation. The audacity of this man!

“I promise I won’t do anything or say anything dumb!” you hear him yell over the phone as you get ready to end the conversation.

“Sure.” You click the end call button.

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On his birthday, you do go out with him. You find yourself waiting at the Kyoto Central Station, wading through the crowds to find his light brown head searching intently for you. He smiles when he sees you. You feel a mixture of sadness and nerves. You’d never thought he’d be so callous with you when he first smiled at you like this.

If anything, today is little more than a break from work. You’re also determined to be so quiet to the point of cold to make the experience so awkward he’ll never want to come to you again.

“I really want to change.” is the first thing he says to you over doughnuts and coffee.

Makki can easily tell that you are still not back to your old self. Despite the strong smell of brewed coffee that pervades the Kyoto Central Station, you sit quietly on your seat distractedly eating a sandwich.

You almost pretend to not hear him. Instead you turn to him with a blank expression in your face and look away.

“I’m serious. I know I have a problem. You’re not the first person to leave me for the things I’ve said.” he adds.

“I’m sure the next person you date will appreciate that.” you mumble diplomatically.

“Don’t give up on me.” you hear his voice pleading, his eyes sincere and not their usual sleepy nonchalance.

You put down the donut and cross your arms, “I don’t owe you a second chance. You know that, right?”

“I’m really sorry—“

“Makki, I hate so many things about myself. I don’t need you to taunt or repeat them to me. You’re an above average friend at best, but you’re a terrible person to date. I can’t even call you my boyfriend because you you said it wasn’t your ‘job.’” you sigh deeply with your hand on your forehead, “Can you see why I’m not enthusiastic about you?”

Announcements left and right and the ceaseless shuffling of the busy station fill the voids of your conversation.

“So why spend the day with me?” he pauses, eyes wide with curiosity looking straight into yours.

“To prove a point to you. Even when you’ve made the effort to come down here, you’re finding it difficult to watch what you say. Do you find that sustainable?” you tilt your head inquiringly.

He nods, less confident than usual “I want it to be sustainable.” There was some uncertainty in his eyes.

“I can already see it, Makki. Two weeks of this and you’ll be ready to blow your top because you’ll be tired from having to be on edge all the time.”

“I’ve got to start somewhere, right? It’s a change of mindset I’m realizing, but it’s not impossible. I’ve been trying to be more careful and it’s been easier. I’m just a little tense because I’m around you today.” he says quietly, “I’m really trying. I promise.”

“Feels nice to be the one that’s not tense,” you let slip a smirk.

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At the end of the day, you’re back at the train station with Makki beside you. You’ve taken him to see the Golden Pavilion and its surrounding touristy streets. You stop by a bookstore and a shop for sweets. You buy a book, he buys mochi. Despite your coldness, Makki was intent on catching up with you. He wants to know what you’ve been up to, what movies you’ve been catching, what your grandmother’s inn is like. It’s difficult not to warm up to him.

“Can I kiss you goodbye?” he abruptly asks before heading to his platform. You’ve made your way back down to the center of the train station where all the schedule is displayed.

The first time Makki held your hand was in a train station in Tokyo. You were on your way back from a concert when he slipped his hand into yours in the busy platforms. You don’t pull away, instead you hold on tight. You remember pressing your head against his chest on the ride home, his chin resting on the top of your head. Neither of you said much. The companionship was more than enough. That moment seems so long ago.

“No.” you swiftly reply.

“Not even a forehead kiss?”

You firmly shook your head. You half expect him to insist and push, to say something about you being a prude and playing hard to get, but instead he just nods.

“Can I hold your hands? I want to hold you before I go.” Makki doesn’t murmur nor is he reticient. He speaks in his regular tone, extending his hands to meet your midway.

You hesitate at first then grudgingly agree. You reach out to hold him, your fingers lingering on each other’s barely interlaced.

“Let me know when you’re coming back to Tokyo. I can meet you at the train station and help you with your luggage.” he waves before turning his back. You watch him get lost in the crowd of the station.

After Makki leaves, you head back to the inn to help with the dinner service which is more crowded than usual. Your Obasan is grateful that you made it back.

Towards the end of dinner service, your phone rings incessantly. You curse and head outside of the kitchen to quickly answer the call. Of course, it’s from Hanamaki.

“You could’ve just texted.”

“I miss you already. I just wanted to hear your voice.” he says. His usual flirtatious tone is absent.

“Now that you’ve heard it, can you put it down? I need to go. Obasan needs my help.” you whisper hurriedly, “Now is a terrible time to call.”

“If you want to stop talking, you don’t need to drag your grandma into this.”

“I’m serious, she needs help washing the dishes. You can call later when we’re done with tonight’s service.” you chastise him, “We’re a little short staffed in the kitchen. You should know what it’s like.”

You rush back in to help wash the dishes as your Obasan brings more dirty trays of dishes. Momentarily you put Makki out of your mind. But when the inn becomes quiet again, you pull out your phone and stare at it.

Do you make the call again? After ten minutes of indecision, you give in and make the call.

Makki sounds slightly surprised on the other end of the line, “Done with dinner service?” He probably expected you to not follow through.

“Yeah, done for today.”

He clears his throat, “I slipped something into the book you bought. Did you see it yet?”

You put the phone down to reach for your bag. A thin white envelope is sandwiched between the first page and the cover. You open it up. He hears you unfolding the letter.

“Care to explain?” you ask with an eyebrow raised as you read through the lines. Hanamaki Takahiro sent you a resume…?

“It’s my application—“

“We don’t need another dishwasher here. Besides, you live too far away.” you cut him off.

“To date you.” he finishes. You’re too stunned to reply. You feel your heart skip a beat as you fumble at your phone.

“Don’t pass your judgement just yet.” he adds, “I know I have a lot to prove. I want it to be my job to love you and make you happy. Just know that.”

“...I’m not sure I want to give you a second chance.” you whisper, your voice inevitably cracking. You clutch the envelope a little too tightly, accidentally crumpling it.

Makki pauses before answering, “That’s up to you, but I-I’ll be here in case you do. Anyways, thanks for spending the day with me. I missed you a lot and I’d like to come back someday…if you can let me come over.”

You listen to him breathe in the other end of the line. You imagine him twiddling with a pen with one hand and his phone on the other.

“Goodnight, Makki.” you nod. You missed him too and you want him to come back. You don’t say yes or no, nor will you make promises. For now you let things hang in the balance.

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iwaizumeanie · 3 years

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character: makki

genre: angst

notes: projecting my own feelings into writing thx

"You don't deserve it." Your hands are fumbling in your lap, twisting around the frayed edges of the throw blanket that Makki had laid across your legs. The loose strings feel like the most interesting thing in the world to you at the moment. "This kind of burden, you don't deserve it."

His hand is lingering close to yours, his feet tucked underneath the blanket with yours, the weight of the world seemingly between the two of you, keeping you just out of reach. He studies your face for a moment, dejection written across your features. He notices the faintest threat of tears welling on your lashline, something he knows you would never allow him to see.

"What burden is that?"

"Being with me." You respond quickly, your tone indicating it was the most obvious answer in the world. Like he was dense not to realise what you meant.

He ponders your words, throwing them around in his head before he responds. "I don't think that's true."

Your eyebrows knit together, your gaze still never meeting his. He takes this brief moment of thought to link a pinky with yours, tightening the curve of his finger when he feels you pull back. You relax at his touch after a few seconds, still busying your other hand with the threads between your fingers.

"You don't know."

He laughs, low and quiet, "That's true. I don't know a lot of things."

He moves his hand, pushing his fingers between yours to fully hold it now. The shift allows for a momentary break in your walls, his shoulder presses against yours, his legs thrown over your own under the blanket. Finally, you turn your head just enough to meet his eyeline. His expression reads warm, a tenderness omitting from his entire being.

"I don't know a lot of things," he repeats, bringing his free hand to swipe away the moisture threatening to fall over your cheeks. "But I know you're not a burden to me. You couldn't be. This is what I want."

You study him, searching for any lapse in his words. Infatuation is written all over him, practically seeping from his pores as he stares back at you. His cheeks are flushed pink, the grip he has on your hand tightening just a little bit, to let you know he means what he says.

"What if you change your mind?"

"I don't think I will."

It's now that you smile, not a smile of joy, but of recognition. It's a sentence you've heard a hundred times before, from every person you let break your walls down, piece by piece, until they get to the center and realise they don't like what they've found.

"We'll see, Takahiro."

And for the first time, while you focus on the warmth of his body pressing against yours, his lips leaving soft trails across your shoulder, you hope that he means it.

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caizen · 4 years

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for you | hanamaki t.

wc: 100+ | not prfr

warning/s: none | genre: fluff

tips of his fingers were filled with calluses, hands felt numb from pressing and pressing, writing and writing, head always full of thoughts when all he looked like was as if he was sleeping with his eyes open.

he found comfort at the little pieces he created with his own hands, where he dedicated his mind and heart.

nights were either spent brainstorming, doing trial and errors, or just singing softly by the foot of the bed with the guitar in his embrace, fingers forced to dance around the frets and pin down the strings, covered with bandaids and bandages. he never cared about how painful it was; his fingers were numb anyway.

simple words hid treasured and valued feelings, thoughts and emotions of his in every song he wrote. traces of thoughts of you were in every song, always making sure not to leave them behind.

he only ever used to write songs for himself. but like how he never knew how to write a single song, to owning and making hundreds of it, you proved him he could devote his self to someone.

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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Pink Skirt

Alpha!Matsukawa x Omega!Hanamaki

Warnings: Makki wears a skirt and thigh high stockings, feminization? I think, size kink, breeding kink, biting/nipping, sex toy [dildo], masturbation, pictures (consensual), mirror sex, knotting + creampie, choking (self inflicted), bit of spanking, anal (obviously), collars

This is all Oikawa’s fault, Hanamaki thinks as he hovers his cursor over the ‘Add to cart’ button.

It originally began as a dare, buying the pink skirt littered with white hearts. A few dollars spent on a skirt he’d model for Oikawa who’s halfway across the world, but then it’d go into his closet to never see the light of day again. Then he saw some cute stockings that matched the skirt, recommended to him. It was just for one day, it was just a dare, he told himself as he input his card information, buying two items. He hoped it would be money well spent, but he wouldn’t know until he tried it on.

The box was completely plain, no large label that screamed it was a pretty pink outfit, just a boring old box dropped off. Well, his mail carrier did have to drop off a box with his favorite toy in it, so he shouldn’t be too concerned. Prying open the box, he noticed how nicely made the skirt and stockings were. Thick and resilient material, not thinning to show skin when stretched, and all in his size!

In the mirror, the camera snapped and Hanamaki had to actually sit down and look. Without his face in the picture, you wouldn’t even have thought it to be him prancing around looking absolutely tempting. The soft white sweater he haphazardly put on added to the soft and cutesy touch, almost making him seem innocent. It was technically Matsukawa’s, but it was only ever worn once before both men decided white did not look good on him. Looking up from his phone, he saw how tempting he looked in the mirror. Legs slightly spread to see the panties he’s been wearing all day, skirt barely allowing his eyes access to his steadily growing erection. Squirming, he could feel slick begin from his entrance, a hand hesitantly diving underneath the pink material to find his panties were indeed wet.

Rubbing his finger against his entrance, he bit his lip as he swiftly put it in, finding it easier with the abundance of slick building up. Putting his phone on the bed, he adjusts his position to have easier access to his hole. It’s not as easy as it looks, finding toys to be much better than his fingers when it comes to bringing him pleasure. Shedding the undergarments and grabbing the silicone dildo he often used, he made sure to position himself properly in front of the mirror so he could watch. The best use out of the mirror was it being in front of the bed and allowing him to see whatever sinful deeds he committed upon his mattress.

Inserting the toy was much easier than his fingers, the smooth texture slipping in almost too easy. It was thick and long, yet it remained in second place on the list of things Hanamaki liked up his ass. Settling himself completely on the toy, he had to steady himself as started a gentle pace. He wouldn’t be able to do much unless he got his hole accustomed to the girth of the toy, despite how many times he’s used it. Watching the way he dropped all over the dildo, how each pump of the toy into him seemed to make it wetter and shinier, it had him picking up the pace.

As he bounces on the toy, he bites his lip while listening to the bell on his collar chine, the silver bell also glinting in the light of the room and noticeable in the mirror. Releasing his bottom lip from his teeth, he lets out a wanton moan as he rocks himself on the toy, one hand moving to his cock as his fingers run over the sensitive slit. A brush of his fingers has him arching his back, mewling as he barely keeps his eyes open, trained on the mirror as he goes back to bouncing on the toy. Squelching sounds can be heard in the room, along with his pants and moans of pleasure.

His hand moves from his cock, moving up and gingerly pulling up the skirt to see how his thighs flexed with each movement. It travels farther up, going under his shirt and tweaking at his nipples, earning another mewl as his face darkens and his hips go back to rocking. He’s close, he can feel it, but he needs to final push. Removing his hand from his nipple, not before pinching it once more, he puts his hand around his neck and jingles the bell before tightening his hand. It’s just enough pressure to have his hips stuttering and he moans, cock spilling white against the sheets as he creams on the toy dildo.

As the haze of pleasure fades, Hanamaki slowly removes himself from the toy, soft gasps as it finally gets out, covered in a milky fluid the drips down to the base. It’s the wetness dripping down that gives him an idea. Maneuvering himself in front of the mirror, he puts the tip of the toy in his mouth, on the tip of his tongue, and snaps a picture. With the slick coating his thighs, slick coating the large toy in his hands, it was definitely a spicy picture he’d have to share.. Matsukawa would enjoy such a scene.

He’d be getting off of work anytime now, anyways. It’s only be a matter of time before he busts down the door, riled up and his scent filling each crevice of the room. It’s not like Hanamaki hasn’t done this before. Being at home for long hours of the day... he often played with himself to show his lovely Alpha, especially when said Alpha would be in public.

The door banging against the wall came sooner than expected, Matsukawa’s strong scent overwhelming Hanamaki’s sweet scent. No words were exchanged, each of them knew exactly what would happen. Hanamaki’s phone was left to fall against the carpeted floor, the dildo landing next to it as Matsukawa pushes him onto the mattress, hands moving under the shirt that was much too loose, smelling like evergreen and misty walks in the forest. Those same large hands traveled down, fingers going to find some panties to pry off and finding nothing but hot skin, a blank canvas for love bites and welts. That same hand is quick to smack at the fat of Hanamaki’s ass, earning a hiss from him as Matsukawa trails his lips down his jaw, moving farther until he’s nipping at the column of Hanamaki’s throat.

The heat in the room was almost as hot as the heat covering Hanamaki’s skin, flushed from Matsukawa’s roaming hands and the onslaught of touches he gave to himself. His cock was hard and leaking, aching to be touched. Although it stood hard and proud, it was no match for Matsukawa’s cock, twitching against his thigh. Rubbing it against the slick coated thighs of his mate, Matsukawa let out a low grumble as he pressed his lips to Hanamaki’s ear. “Tell me what you want me to do, sweet Omega,”

“I want your knot-” Hanamaki begins, but he’s quickly cut off by Matsukawa landing a harsh smack against his bottom.

“Be specific,” he growls, tongue flicking out and brushing against the cool metal of the bell, waiting for Hanamaki to tell more. Through shallow pants and soft moans, Hanamaki manages to get out his sentence.

“I want you to breed me like you mean it, Alpha,” is all he needs, finding Matsukawa eagerly pushing his thick cock into his hole. The swift movement has both of them moaning, Hanamaki’s back arching high as Matsukawa bites his bottom lip, keeping his noises to a minimum so he can listen to his mate’s. No matter how many times Matsukawa finds himself listening to Hanamaki, he can never get tired of hearing the delicious mewls and moans from the Omega.

Large hands keep Hanamaki spread, one of his stocking-clad legs thrown over Matsukawa’s shoulder as his other hand keeps his leg up by his thigh. Landing another harsh smack against Hanamaki’s ass has a rewarding effect — white cum splattering between the two as it gets on the untainted pink skirt. Each pump of his cock into Hanamaki has Matsukawa getting closer to his own end, tongue trailing a path from his throat to his bond mark, freshly touched up only last night. Despite sporting a matching one, it’s nicely hidden under his work clothes and unable to be reached at the moment, yet he feels Hanamaki’s hands dig into his shoulder, thumb tracing over where the deep mark pulses.

A deep groan has Matsukawa pushing his entire cock, knot and all, into Hanamaki’s tight hole. The simple action has Hanamaki’s eyes rolling back and his tongue lolling out, toes curling as his muscles tense. It’s a rolling orgasm, with his walls gushing and creaming all over Matsukawa’s cock and knot. Matsukawa takes the opportunity to take Hanamaki’s tongue into his mouth, sucking on the pink muscle as he fills his Omega up to the brim, plugged up nice and tightly.

With no chance of any drop spilling out, Matsukawa leans back to gaze at Hanamaki — who is currently fucked out and still suffering the effect of his overwhelming scent, but also the multiple orgasms he’d been given. No reason to hesitate, Matsukawa takes out his phone and snaps a quick picture, sending it to in response to the picture he received only seconds before jumping his mate.

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still-cant-get-laid · 3 years

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Some of my favourite ships

let’s goo!

Hmu if you got any good recs, I might try to rec a thing if I can be bothered later

Bananafish:

Ash x Eiji

Sing x Yut lung

MHA:

Kirishima x Bakugo (kiribaku/pop rocks)

Todoroki x Midoriya (tododeku)

Shinso x Kaminari (shinkami)

Eraser head x Present Mic (erasermic)

Dabi x Hawks (hot wings)

Attack on Titan:

Jean x Marco

Ymir x Historia

Armin x Eren

Haikyuu:

Oikawa x Iwaizumi (iwaoi)

Kuroo x Kenma (kuroken)

Noya x Asahi (asanoya)

Hinata x Kageyama (kagehina)

Tsukki x Yamaguchi (tsukkiyama)

Tendo x Ushijima

Bokuto x Akashi (bokuaka)

Atsumu x Sakusa

Ukai x Takeda

Yahaba x Kentaro

Yaku x Lev

Mattsukawa x Hanamaki

Random ships:

Sirius x Remus (wolfstar)

Merlin x Arthur (merthur)

Keith x lance (klance)

Zuko x Sokka (zokka)

Nagisa x Karma

Liam x Theo (thiam)

Steve x Bucky (stucky)

Loki x Tony (frost iron)

Yuiji x Megumi (itafushi)

Gojo x Geto

Light x L (lawliet?)

Marceline x Bubblegum / Marshall Lee x Gumball

Joe x Cherry

Langa x Reki

John x Sherlock (johnlock)

Dean x Castiel (destiel)

Sam x Garbriel (sabriel)

Crowley x Aziraphale (ineffable husbands)

Nico di Angelo x Will solace (solangelo)

Stiles x Derek (sterek)

Newt x Thomas (newtmas)

Self inserts:

Hange Zoe ( x any)

Shorter Wong ( x mlm or nb)

Andrew Garfield ( x mlm or nb)

Teddy Lupin ( x any)

Fred or George Weasley ( x mlm or nb)

Pudge Holt ( x any)

And many more, thanks so much I will literally take any getting together fic - just no major character death or hurt no comfort please 😅🥲

Please send me some recs I’m dying over here

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geronimowrites · 2 years

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Request/Interaction Rules

Please read everything on this post before making a request!

You must have your age visible in your bio and be 18+ to interact with my content

Don’t leave hate if you don’t like the type of content I make. This post will touch on what I’m comfortable writing about and what I’m not, so if you see something you don’t like, don’t follow for your own peace of mind.

All of my posts will contain content warnings before the actual text, so make sure you read them carefully beforehand!

DNI

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Do not interact with my content if you are under the age of 18. I cannot stress this enough. Ageless/blank blogs will be blocked

Do not interact if you are racist

Do not interact if you are homophobic / Transphobic. My blog is a safe space for all queer people

~Who I will write for~

MSBY members Meian, Bokuto, Atsumu, Sakusa, and Hinata

Time-skipped Haikyuu characters: Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Yachi, Akaashi, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Ushijima, Tendou, Kita, Suna, Osamu

Specific characters can be requested that aren’t listed here, but these are the ones I have the easiest time writing for

I won’t write high school / pre-time skip scenarios

What I will write

Male reader

Gender-neutral reader (Main)

Brat reader

Poly ships/poly reader-insert ships (fav)

Character x character

Pet names like good boy / puppy / baby / Angel

Alpha / Beta / Omega dynamics

Dom / sub dynamics

Breeding

Fluids (Ex: piss, cum, saliva)

Spanking

Messy sex

Alternate universe

Choking

Aftercare

Biting

Size difference

Bondage

Restraints

Consensual Noncon

Power imbalance

Monster fucking

Dumbification

If you don’t see something above that hasn’t been included on the list below, feel free to check with me if you’re curious and want a scenario with it. Odds are it’s not a hard limit of mine that I just forgot to mention here. I have a pretty large grey area of stuff I’m fine with writing that’s just too large to fit everything.

~What I will not write~

(This list contains pretty sensitive content)

Requests for specific body types. I try and keep descriptions as general as possible since I’m writing for everyone.

Pregnancy of any kind. Including mpreg.

Cisgender heterosexual fem reader (I’m not comfortable writing it)

Eating disorders

Noncon

Scat/vomit

Emergency requests

Su!c!de

Self-harm

Character death

Angst

Snuff

Domestic abuse

Illegal age gaps

Sexual Ageplay

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seijorhi · 4 years

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R U L E S

General:

18+ only, minors DNI 🔪

I won’t answer asks from ageless blogs

This is a dark content blog, which includes but is not limited to: non/dub con, incest, yandere themes, abusive and unhealthy relationships

I won’t write about: yandere reader inserts, character x character, reader death (including snuff fics), eating disorders, suicide/self harm or severe mental illness, age-play, furries

All characters written about are aged up to 18+

Please, I beg of you, do not send me requests for continuations of fics

For commission info, please click here

Fandoms/Characters:

Haikyuu:

Seijoh – Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Kyoutani

Karasuno – Hinata, Kageyama, Daichi, Suga, Keishin

Shiratorizawa – Ushijima, Tendou, Semi, Goshiki

Inarizaki – Kita, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Aran

Fukurodani – Bokuto, Akaashi

Nekoma – Kuroo, Kenma

Others – Terushima, Sakusa

Tokyo Revengers:

Toman: Baji, Mikey, Kazutora, Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya

Black Dragon: Inui, Kokonoi, Taiju, Hakkai

Bonten: Ran, Rindou, Kakucho, Sanzu

Others: Emma, Yuzuha, Izana, Hanma, Takeomi

BNHA:

Hawks, Touya, Aizawa

JJK:

Getou, Gojo, Sukuna, Yuji, Nanami

Demon Slayer:

Mitsuri, Giyu, Douma

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Greed, Greeling, Envy, Kimblee, Hawkeye, Mustang, OIivier, Lust

Genshin Impact (Commission fics ONLY):

Childe, Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Zhongli

#rules

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ruluxe · 7 years

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1, 2, 3, 20 and 26 ^-^

1. Talk about the first ship you ever had

Mm.. well the first ship I ever had would be 5980/8059. That’s Gokudera Hayato/Yamamoto Takeshi from Katekyo Hitman Reborn. It’s a funny story really because before them, I wasn’t aware of this whole fandom thing or shipping. I had this thing for silver-haired characters which made me watch khr in the first place and I immediately fell in love with Gokudera. I ended up reading a bunch of fics (first time I found out about and read fanfiction too) and there were a lot of Gokudera x Reader fics but I didn’t enjoy how personal and self-inserted the x Reader fics were, but I did enjoy the way he was written. This dates back to reading fic on LiveJournal, Lunaescence, some Dream fanfiction website (I forgot the name djfs), FF and Wattpad. I don’t read fics on these sites anymore lol. Anyway, I wanted to write my own fic mainly just because I wanted to write Gokudera so I wrote a Gokudera x Reader fic and to this day, it still gets a lot of likes and reviews (I’m embarrassed by it, but who isn’t embarrassed of their first fic?). After that, I ran out of fics to read and I started seeing this 8059 every time I searched for more fic and when I googled what that was I came across the pairing. I was so intrigued that I thought I’d read a fic (I had no idea what shipping was lol) and the very first one was Cigarettes and Cinnamon by LindenMae. It was so good that I was convinced these two belonged together, so I read more and more and eventually came across many amazing fics. (Across the Universe by Doomcake being my ultimate favourite fic in the fandom; it’s so true to their characters, so real and it has made me laugh and cry and just. It really is the perfect fic. [also if you’re reading this, I noticed you updated and I swear I am gonna read the shit out of that chapter just as soon as I get the time. I’M SO EXCITED!!]) I went back and rewatched the anime, read the manga and it was like I could see all these things that made it so obvious they were meant for each other. I fell in love with them. Then I started reading meta and I found out there was a community for this, thus entering the world of fandom. I met many great people, many brilliant authors and it was a pleasant experience, most of the time. Now, a few years later, I may not be active in the fandom anymore, but that’s the ship that started everything, that’s the ship that led me to know so many amazing people that it’ll always be a part of me.

2. Talk about three of the most important ships throughout your life.

Well we’ve already talked about 8059, I don’t need to tell ya’ll how perfect I think they are for each other. I can’t really say that any ship I’ve shipped has ever come close in comparison? The ship is important to me on a personal level but since then, I haven’t really had much of a personal connection with ships especially since I don’t tend to ship often. Also, I’ve only been shipping for about five years now so it’s not like I’ve had much time to rack up a list. I suppose second on the list would be Aomine/Kagami from Kuroko no Basuke, since I’ve written a lot for them as well but since then, I’ve come to see connections with Aomine and Kise and I ship them too, as well as ship all three of them together so I’ve been conflicted a lot throughout that ship but again, shipping them I’ve met many great people in both fandoms and wouldn’t change who I ship or the process for anything tbqh.

The last one would probably have to be… whew I have a bad memory so I’m probably forgetting a lot, but Galahad/Hausen from Gangsta. comes to mind, simply because my friends and I created that ship and from it formed a small fandom which dragged a lot of amazing, unsuspecting people into the loop. For that I feel very proud and grateful even if the hype didn’t last that long. I think that’s what makes it special? There were no wars, no discourse. Everyone collectively agreed that despite there not being much material to base the ship off, they made a lot of sense together? I still ship them and I really wish that the manga would resume so I could see them again and the fandom could be active once more.

3. What’s your current OTP?

Uh hm.. current otps. Well I don’t have many from current shows since I’ve taken a break from fanfiction writing and reading as well from watching anime. Most of my current ships are JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure related; that’s the first fandom I got hooked on since KHR. KnB and Gangsta. But even so, my ship tastes vary and change often and the list is too long to type tbh lol. I’d have to say I’m still shipping my old ships you can find on my ship wall. I guess I’m pretty set in my ways. Maybe it’s bc I’m old lol. Nah, I just view shipping differently. Not every anime/movie/show needs to have a romance especially when it doesn’t make sense, but that’s just my opinion.

20. Talk about a ship you feel alone in shipping.

Hm… I don’t know if there are any? I’ve always managed to drag someone along with me into a ship so there’s never been a time where I don’t feel alone. As far as rare pairs go, Galahad/Hausen would probably have to be the closest thing to it, although Matsukawa/Hanamaki from Haikyuu!! comes close but the fandom is so big, there are people out there that love them. I try not to get involved in big fandoms. I like staying in my own little bubble of ships that I enjoy, so even if I was alone in shipping them, it would never really feel that way.

26. Have you noticed a pattern in your shipping? Is there a romantic dynamic you’re more drawn to?

Probably? I tend to like the pairings where at least one of the characters has a tragic story? Simply because these are the characters I seem to love the most in anything, they tend to end up being one-half of a ship. Especially if their other half is in some way their saviour. But then there are a few ships – the bro-ships – that I really love too. The ships where they’re both just so in sync, two halves of the same whole, etc.

And then there are my guilty pleasure ships which tend to be non-healthy relationships to which I won’t advertise bc I wouldn’t want to have the Moral Ship Police come crashing into my inbox.

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