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baguantte · 1 year
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fantasy seijoh 4 illustrations i made a while back i wanted to post them together eheh
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caandlelit · 9 months
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iwaizumi the kind of guy to say 'yeah but can we talk about the fact that matsukawa has a big fat embarrassing crush on hanamaki' UNPROVOKED
everyone: (staring)
iwa: what?
oikawa: ok yeah can we talk about it though 😭😭😭
matsukawa: WHAT THE FUCK GUYS
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urlocaltannenbaumm · 1 year
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this is so special to me
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nndgk · 1 year
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garden gnomes - seijoh4 vers.
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aziliang · 2 years
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Our Souls Have Hue
Issei, Hajime, Takahiro, Tooru
Names foreign and solid to the tongue
A mix of greens, yellow, and blue
No one expected, but they mixed into a beautiful hue
A beautiful bond bloomed
Even if the foggy future has loomed
A strong bond that stretched for thousands of miles
A bond that were mended with silent smiles
Old friends driven by different dreams
Coming back home, too became a dream
Home to where family is
Family, where together, their souls fall in a bliss
Issei, Hajime, Takahiro, Tooru
Names smooth and fluid to the tongue
Clutching each other, their souls feel anew
Different colors, fate mixed into a beautiful hue
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seijoh4fanzine · 1 year
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After Sales Open Today!
The time has come! Hop on over to seijoh4fanzine.bigcartel.com and pick up a zine and some merch while supplies last. 
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yaxwrites · 2 years
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It always comes back to you - chapter 1
May 28
“It’s tradition. You can’t break tradition Mari.” Matsukawa says, getting in front of you forcing you to stop walking.
You cross your arms and look the other way, “And you promised we would all go to college together but look how that turned out.”
Matsukawa groans in frustration, “Mari.”
You sighed. Matsukawa it’s the most laid back of the group. He doesn’t give a fuck about anything and goes along with any shennaging we come up with. And by we, I mean, Hanamaki and Oikawa. You make eye contact with Matsukawa and notice his clenched jaw and piercing eyes looking through your green ones. It takes a lot for Matsukawa to get mad and he slowly getting there.
You feel Iwaizumi wrap his arm around your shoulder. “Oikawa leaves for Argentina July 1st and Mattsun moves in to his dorm August 1st. You, Makki, and I start classes August 15. And if I remember correctly, we have 3 out of 5 classes together.”
And Iwaizumi it’s the parent of the group. “At the end of the day it is your decision. You’ve always hosted our sleepover—” “Excuse me? I live at the house the too! I host too” Makki, your twin brothers, says joking. A lot of people assume Makki to be lazy. And it’s true to an extent. He lazy with things he doesn’t care for. But the sleepover, that something he truly cares for. For the past 2 years, since we started this tradition, he has always helped by cleaning before and after, getting the snacks and dinner ready, and pretty much anything.
“8pm and I pick the movie first.”
Matsukawa smiles at you, kissing your forhead, “Anything for Princess Mari.”
We all continue walking together to our houses since we live near by each other. The first person to reach their house it’s, Oikawa Tooru, then Iwaizumi Hajime, then Matsukawa, and lastly me and Makki.
Makki and I moved to Miyagi before we started junior high. That’s where we met Oikawa and Iwaizumi. Actually, Makki became friends with Oikawa and Iwaizumi and I kept tagging along in the background for the first year. It wasn’t until Seijoh that I felt like I belonged.
The boys met Mattsun when they joined volleyball club. And that’s when everything changed. Mattsun was the first person to include me in everything. He always pulled me into the conversations, asked about my thoughts and opinions. He is actually the one who came up with the idea of the sleepover. We had finished our first year and to celebrate we decided to throw a sleepover and we kept doing it for the past 2 years. Matsukawa Issei, he is my best friend. I mean, all the boys are my best friends but me and Issei have something special. The day we met, I felt connected with him. I like to believe he is my soulmate. Not in a romantic or sexual way. I never had feelings for him like that. But he always been there and he understands me. I don’t have to say a word and he knows what I am feeling, even when I don’t. I like to joke that our souls are connected in one. But now less than 12 week, he will be leaving me. And Oikawa will be leaving in 5 weeks. And Iwaizumi will be leaving me too. He doesn’t know- none of the boys know that I know that he is planning on moving to California next year, so I have one year left with him. We have 5 weeks before our groups get taken apart and I’ll make sure it’s the best month.
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I have a small story that've been stuck in brain for a while. 5 best friends who have one last summer before college. I really think Seijoh 4 would've been the best group to have as bffs. prove me wrong. But come join me in this story where you spend one last summer with seijoh 4 and you may or may not fall for one of them before they leave. ;)
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freedomqueen · 2 years
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baguantte · 1 year
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maybe i’ll move to tumblr....
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no1frogfan · 1 year
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Untitled Iwa/Seijoh4 drabble
Iwaizumi x gn reader (x the rest of Seijoh4 a bit)
Word count: ~800
Tags & warnings: SMUT-MDNI, handjob, blowjob (sort of). Iwa has a serious hand fetish, reader has small hands
Note: I’ve been thinking about the Seijoh4 and reader together as camp counselors or employees at a secluded vacation spot or something and it evolved into…this. My brain has been overrun and I need to exorcise it. It’s all so smutty y’all. I’m down bad for Iwa and Issei and the other boys are just lucky to be along for the ride lol
Mattsun | Makki
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You cut the deck in half, sliding the halves closer to deftly riffle and interweave the stacks. The ends are pushed toward each other, the center bending upward to bridge the halves back together and square the deck. The tendons in the back of your hands ripple in concert with each movement of your fingers. You cut the deck in half again, riffling, bridging, squaring, repeating practiced movements. Iwaizumi is entranced.
“You’re good at that.” He rasps.
“Too bad being good at shuffling doesn’t translate to being good at playing.” You gesture at the dwindling pile of makeshift poker chips beside you.
The five of you have guests to take care of bright and early, but here you all are drinking and playing cards into the wee hours, long after everyone else has gone to bed.
“If you run out of chips, we can always switch to strip poker,” Matsukawa drawls.
That makes you laugh. “Very funny, Mattsun. I clearly wouldn’t stand a chance.”
“That’s the point,” Makki snickers beside you.
You roll your eyes as you square the deck a final time. Iwaizumi stares as you deal, fingertips skimming nimbly over the deck, flicking your wrist to slide cards across the table that settle in neat piles in front of each of them.
He finds himself watching your hands too often these days.
He likes it when you drink coffee in the mornings, wrapping both of your small hands fully around the mug to bring it to your lips. You like to savor your coffee, the heat of it seeping into you and waking you up almost as much as the caffeine.
He likes it when you speak, elegant gestures paralleling your words. Sometimes counting off a to-do list or drumming your fingers. Other times tucking your hair behind your ears or darting around animatedly. Occasionally, when he ignores you, you’ll squeeze his arm to get his attention.
He likes it when you help the guests into their life vests, methodically clasping each buckle and tightening each strap, then running your hands back over to double-check every connection before lifting the younger kids into the boat. Your hands are strong then, blunt nails indenting the foam of the vests.
It’s a daily habit now for him to imagine how they’d feel on him. As streams of hot water run down his body every night, he envisions them firmly kneading his broad shoulders, caressing the wide expanse of his chest, greedily trailing down his muscled stomach. Maybe you’d skim your fingers up his sturdy thighs as you kneel in front of him, desire soaking through your underwear, begging to touch him.
And when he lets you, when you finally reach out and hold him, would you be able to wrap around him with one hand? Or would you need both to fully encircle him?
Would you be eager to finish him like that, lust-filled eyes watching him crumble under your touch? Maybe you’d enjoy using one hand to softly massage his balls while the other pumps his cock, occasionally swirling your wrist to smear the precum gathering at his slit. Or perhaps you’d prefer to tease him, stroking him languidly, letting his pleasure transform oh so slowly into an unbearable urgency.
And when you push him to the brink, when he can't hold back any longer, would you want him to make a mess of you, to splatter his cum on your cheeks and have it drip down your wrists? Would you want him to watch as you lick your fingers clean? Or would you stretch out your tongue at the last moment and take him into your mouth, hungry for—
“Helloooo? Earth to Iwa-channnn?” Oikawa’s sing-song voice rips Iwaizumi out of his thoughts. “Finally! It’s your turn. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll fold.”
Iwaizumi blinks rapidly. Four pairs of eyes stare at him in a mixture of confusion and amusement. “In your dreams, Crappykawa.”
He finally studies the cards in his hand while the others go back to chatting. On his left, Mattsun lets out a snort. Iwaizumi glances over. Matsukawa raises his eyebrows, pointedly looking down at Iwaizumi’s lap before meeting his eyes again, silently mouthing, “Really?”
Iwaizumi reddens, shooting Mattsun a glare before turning back to his cards. He doesn’t need to look down to know there’s a painful erection straining against his shorts. For once, he’s glad you’re not sitting next to him, that he’s flanked by Mattsun and Makki tonight. He’s certain they’ll keep his secret because he’s watched them too, and he knows they’ve imagined doing the exact same things to you.
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heich0e · 1 year
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liv nooo don't talk more about scary dog privilege seijoh4, you're so sexy aha 😔
mattsun thinks it's time to cut you off so he plucks the shot you just ordered out of your hand and holds it up over your head.
"issei no-" you draw out the complaint in a whine, chest to chest (give or take, given your height difference) to him as you reach up on your tiptoes and try to snatch it back.
"i think you've had enough for tonight," he smirks down at you as you keep pressing against him in your attempt to retrieve the little glass held aloft between his fingers.
"just one more," you try to barter, your words slurred from the past two just one more's you'd already weaselled your way into.
"nope," matsukawa says, and then adds a quiet 'careful' when he puts the hand not holding the shot on your lower back to steady you when you stumble further into him--the shot sloshing precariously in the cup overhead.
"a half?" you plead, peeking up at him through your eyelashes with a pout as you rest with your cheek pressed against his chest, hands fisting the material of his partially-unbuttoned dress shirt. he seems to contemplate it as he watches your lips purse in that unhappy little expression.
"I'll pour it," he says finally, reaching up and tapping your chin with his ringed pointer finger. you smile, tilting your head back and opening your mouth obediently, letting him lower the shot glass from overhead and tip half the contents of the shot into your waiting mouth.
it burns a little as you swallow, but the sensation has dulled thanks to everything else you've already had to drink tonight. you drop your chin again as you force it down, and issei watches the bob of your throat.
you smile, bright and a little giddy.
"thank you, issei!"
he smirks as he lifts the glass to his lips and drains whatever's left.
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nndgk · 9 months
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chimielie · 4 months
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u show a picture of matsukawa to ur mom and she goes “why does he look like that”
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akascow · 2 years
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petition to have oikawa and iwaizumi cameo in at least a few seconds of every new season thanks idc if its not in the manga
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freedomqueen · 2 years
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