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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — 1.7k+ words, vampire!fyodor x fem!reader, fluff + n/sfw, virginity loss, spitting (not like u think lol), soft!fyodor, cunnilingus, blood, biting, etc • this surprisingly won the poll soooo here u guys go ! also i didn't originally intend for him to be a vampire but like the latest chapter did something to me.. anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! minors dni & NOT PROOFREAD

"fedya i —"

"hush, my dear, let me take care of you," fyodor hummed, smooth but warm voice effectively cutting you off. "it's your first time, after all — we can't possibly have this be an unpleasant time for you," he spoke calmly, reaching out a thumb to smooth the crease between your brows, "i've got you, angel."

you nodded, hesitantly — wanting to please fyodor but it seemed like he was dead set on making this special for you. "now," your train of thought got cut off by fyodor's rich voice once again, "do you trust me, myshka?" he murmured the words into your neck — inhaling the sweet scent of your body lotion mixed with your natural smell. "do you even have to ask that, my love?" you chuckled, soft fingers brushing away a stray hair from his face, tucking that piece behind his ear and he smiled, "no, but it doesn't hurt to ask, right sweetheart?" cold lips pressed themselves against your neck — before his tongue darted out to lick at the sensitive skin.

you gasped when he finally bit down on your neck, fangs etching themselves deep into your soft flesh, you could feel your face flush at the way fyodor's hands were trying to grab anywhere he could, until they settled on the small of your back, pressing you as close to him as possible.

"f-fedya.." you pressed against his chest when you started to feel light headed, immediately catching his attention as he pulled away — you could see your blood staining his vampiric teeth and running down his lips in a line. "apologies, my dear — i was simply drunk off of your taste," he licked his lips clean before pressing them against your cheek — merely brushing them against your eager lips for a second before pulling away. damn tease.

"why don't you take this off for me, hm?" long fingers brushed against the straps of your nightgown, his hands itching to just rip the flimsy piece of clothing off — but he had to be patient. he didn't want to rush things with you, after all.

you happily obliged his request, slipping the thin straps off your shoulder, before shimmying out of the dress. now only in your undergarments, you shivered from the night air hitting your sensitive spots. but before you could even complain, fyodor suddenly captured your lips in a heated kiss — your inexperienced ones struggling to keep up with his.

you didn't even notice he had you pinned on the bed until your back hit the mattress, your hair sprawled on the sheets like a halo around you — making you look like an angel in his eyes. "..beautiful," fyodor whispered against your collarbones, leaving small nips and bites there — his cool lips a great contrast to your heated skin.

"f-fedya," you moaned once his hands found your breasts, fondling the soft mounds in his palms before looking up at you with those amethyst eyes. "yes, my dear?" he grinned, brushing his sharp teeth on the side of your tit, restraining himself from biting you.

"touch me more, please," you begged, hips twitching up involuntarily when his fingers found your nipples, pinching the hardened buds between his lithe digits while pressing kisses between the valley of your breasts.

"i'd be a fool not to," he chuckled, happily obliging to your pleads. "let's take this off, yeah?" he put his fingers in the waistband of your panties, admiring the pretty little bow on the skimpy garment. it felt like he was unwrapping a present — your pussy.

he watched as strings of your arousal stuck to the fabric as he pulled it away, revealing your awaiting and untouched cunt to him. "absolutely gorgeous," he breathed out, the air fanning on your folds made your head spin. fyodor eventually took your panties fully off, chucking it somewhere on the bed, but his eyes were on you the entire time — on that perfect cunt.

"may i, darling?" fyodor licked his lips, trying his best to not just shove his head between your thighs — he needed you to say it, to want it as bad as he did.

"please, need you so bad right now —!," you whined, tossing your head back once he licked a flat stripe up your cunt, groaning lowly at the taste. "taste's s'good," he purred, gathering your slick on his tongue before dipping the pink muscle into your hole — almost tongue-fucking you.

"mmh," you tried your best to muffle the sinful noises escaping your lips — biting down on your hand so hard it's almost enough to draw blood, until you felt fyodor's cold hands pry it away — "i want to hear you, my love, don't be shy —" his tongue swirled over your clit deliciously, "sing for me."

and you did — back arching so sweetly while those intoxicating little moans and whines rolled off your tongue, all while fyodor's was moving in and out of you.

" 'm gonna cum — fedya, please," your hand found purchase in his soft ebony locks, tugging on it gently and hearing, feeling him moan into your cunt — sending vibrations throughout your whole body.

"please what?" he finally opened his eyes, mischief written all over his features as he worked his mouth on you. "what do you want me to do, pretty girl?" fyodor hummed, pulling away to spread your folds with his thumbs — before spitting directly onto your hole, watching the tight ring clench and unclench rapidly. how cute, he thought.

you gasped at the lewd show he was putting on, before reluctantly speaking up, "please make — make me c-cum, fedya," the tears gathered on your lashes finally fell, earning a soft coo from the man between your legs.

"is that right, my love?" he mused, reaching down a finger to collect some of your slick before plunging the long digit in — breath catching in his throat once he felt just how tight and warm you were. "cum for me, beautiful," that was the last thing he rasped before diving in — groaning unashamedly into your cunt. that was all you needed, the final push before releasing all over his face and mouth, drenching his chin down to his collar, and he wasn't even mad about it.

"oh oh go— gosh, feels s'good," you clenched your eyes shut at the unbelievable amount of pleasure, it was so good. fyodor continued to lick and gulp down all your juices, muttering praises in between.

once he finally pulled away, he finally took a good look at you and fuck — you looked utterly debauched. tits spilling from the bra he was yet to completely take off, the bite marks littering your skin and your face. especially your face — eyes glazed over and unfocused as little pants left your mouth, drool and tears running down your chin. you looked like a ruined mess — a beautiful ruined mess.

fyodor didn't waste any time before beginning to undress himself, he needed to fuck you — now. he could feel how unbelievably hard he was, it almost hurt how turned on he was, not that he'd ever admit how crazy you make him.

"you're ready," he breathed, before kissing you deeply — hardened cock rubbing against your folds and spreading his precum on them, mixing with your arousal. "so ready," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hoisted you up, pinning you against the headboard this time.

"do tell if this hurts too much," he groaned, biting his chapped lips as he slowly pushed the tip in — feeling you contract around him nearly drove him insane. you gasped and writhed in pain as he entered you — but it felt so good at the same time, to be so impossibly close to the man you love — you didn't mind the pain too much, instead focusing on the blooming warmth in your chest.

that warmth intensified once you glanced at his face — usual pale skin now flushed, brows furrowed and hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. he looked almost angelic — as if he wasn't a creature of sin.

fyodor's eyes opened and he caught you staring at him in awe, his lips twitching up to show a genuine smile — filled with love and warmth for you. only for you.

"you feel so good, moya lyubov," he almost moaned out — hips thrusting so sensually it almost had you rolling your eyes back.

"a-ah fyodor —!" you mewled so cutely when he brushed his fangs against your neck — so sharp they almost drew blood. "can i? please, milyy," he pleaded — and who were you to say no to him?

you didn't answer him with words, only craning your neck to give him more access — and he got the memo. sharp fangs sunk into your neck, making you tightening your grip on fyodor — his hips quickening their pace, now becoming desperate, and hungry for release.

the taste of your blood filled fyodor's senses — you tasted so good, so sweet he had to hold himself back from cumming immediately — he had to make his girl cum first, right?

your eyes shot open once you felt cold fingertips rubbing your clit in hurried circles, walls clenching even more on the vampire's length which had him muttering small curses in russian. you could feel yourself getting light-headed from the loss of blood — but it wasn't fatal, he'd never hurt you like that. "close, milaya?" he grunted, now licking up the blood dripping from the punctures on your neck — his eyes rolling back slight from the metallic taste.

"yes — yesyesyes —!" you squealed, gushing all over his cock, soaking the bedsheets in the process. fyodor couldn't last much longer either, your taste along with the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him had him cumming seconds after you — both of you moaning in unison as he filled you to the brim.

you yelped when fyodor slumped against you — for a vampire, he didn't have the stamina of one. "tired?" you breathed out, brushing some stray hair from his pretty face. fyodor only hummed in response, eyes opening to take in the sight of you underneath him — pants leaving the both of you. your hair was messy, dried blood and tears staining your skin. "so beautiful," he hummed, pressing his lips against your temple. "you did so well, my love," he praised, chuckling at the way you suddenly became so shy.

"get some rest, my dear — i'll have ivan make you something rich in iron. i may have took... a tad too much blood," he sighed, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. you could only nod absentmindedly, eyes fluttering closed as the tiredness finally got to you.

an "i love you, sleep well, beautiful girl," was the last thing you heard before slipping away in dream land.

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Kink Discovery | haikyuu ♡

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individual reaction/headcanon scenarios on kink discovery with haikyuu characters!

reaction/headcanon requests for jjk, one piece, haikyuu, fmab & death note (male & female characters) are OPEN!

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters included: aran, atsumu, daichi, mattsun, tsukki, ukai, bokuto, tendo

cw: drunk sex (atsumu), public sex, facefucking, deepthroating, dom!tendou, biting, spitting, marking, jealousy, ukai is kind of a meanie, fem!reader

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Aran Ojiro - lingerie

When you wake up on your birthday, Aran has already left for work. There's a small gift bag sitting on the dresser, stuffed with tissue paper. Beneath all the tissue paper sits a cute lacy lingerie set and a note.

Happy birthday, baby. I'm only working a half shift today. Be ready when I get back.

- your loving husband

You spend the rest of the morning getting ready, excited for what the second half of your birthday will bring you. The lingerie set fits perfectly; Aran has been adamant about knowing your size in everything when you first started dating. You feel sexy in it, and knowing that your husband wants to see you in it, you take some mirror selfies. You put effort into finding the sexiest poses and position yourself so your husband can see multiple angles. You sort through your favourites and send them to him with a message asking when he'll be home. He responds immediately, telling you to sit pretty and wait for him to be home soon.

It doesn't take long for Aran to get home. As soon as you hear the door click shut behind him, you exit the bedroom and meet him face-to-face. He takes a second to look you up and down.

“The pictures don't do you justice,” he says, pulling you into a kiss and patting your thigh. You jump at his signal, wrapping your legs around him, and your big, strong husband carries you back to your bedroom. Initially, Aran bought the lingerie because he knows it makes you feel sexy. He always thinks you look beautiful in it, but he never went as crazy over it as he feels now. He drops you down to the mattress and removes his shirt.

“Happy birthday, sweet girl,” he says, leaning down to kiss you again. He kisses around the edge of the lace on your chest and down to the waistband of your panties. He showers you in compliments, letting you know how much of a goddess you are to him and how he worships the ground you walk on. He pulls your panties to the side instead of sliding them down your leg. “I'm not ready to take these off yet”, he says before diving in and flicking his tongue against your clit.

Atsumu Miya - public

Atsumu backs you against the door of the club bathroom, refusing to part from your lips as he reaches for the lock. He told you before you even left the house, there's no way he'd ever be able to behave himself around you in that dress. One of his hands wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, and the other slips underneath the skirt of your dress.

“You look so good”, he growls. He moves his kisses down to your neck. You're so worked up by the combination of alcohol and lust in your system. His hand dips into your underwear and he groans against your skin when he feels how wet you are. He kisses your lips again and walks you over to the sink. He turns you around to face the mirror, and you stumble forward slightly, angled over the sink. Atsumu pushes you further over the sink. “Love seeing you like this.”

He's quick and desperate when he pulls your underwear down your legs. He waits for you to kick them away so he can pick them up and tuck them into his jeans pocket. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock free, lining it up with your pussy. When he pushes into you, Atsumu moans louder than expected; the walls of your pussy always seem to unravel him.

“Quiet tsumu, someone might hear us” Your plea, however, only makes Atsumu louder as he pictures one of his friends walking in on the two of you.

“And what if they did, huh? What if someone walked in to see me fucking this pretty pussy? I'd keep going, let ‘em watch. Would you like that?” You hear him growl under his breath when you nod in response.

You look up at his face in the mirror's reflection and see a grin plastered on his. He lifts one of your legs, using the counter to support it, and pulls the rest of your body upright. You turn your head to look at him properly, and he immediately kisses your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth. His hips pick up speed, and he gets rougher with you, desperate to make you cum. When you start whining that you're close, Atsumu moves his hand that was holding your leg to play with your clit, getting you closer and closer to cumming.

“scream for me, baby, let everyone out there know I'm fucking you good.”

Daichi Sawamura - facefucking

Daichi returns home from work, and within seconds, you're standing in the entryway, waiting to throw yourself into his arms. It's late in the evening, but you don't mind; all you want is to see your husband. After he takes his jacket off and hangs it up, he looks you in the eye and steps towards you. He reaches out, and you waste no time pulling him into a kiss. His arms wrap around you, squeezing you as tight to him as you can get.

“I missed you today. Sorry I'm home so late”, he sighs after pulling away, touching his forehead against yours. You cup his face and push him back slightly to see his face properly. Daichi stares at you with tired eyes, struggling to focus on you.

“I missed you too. How about we get you to bed so we can spend the day together tomorrow?” you say, running a hand through his hair. He shakes his head in protest, leaning back in to kiss you. You smile into the kiss. You drag him into the living room and tell him to sit on the sofa. He groans as you drop to your knees in front of him. He reaches down to unbutton his trousers, and you swat his hands away.

“let me take care of you,” you say, doing it for him.

“You're so good to me, baby”, he groans as you lick up his cock. You take his cock into your mouth, and he loudly moans. He's too tired to keep his composure, so his hips buck up into your mouth. You try to push your mouth as far down as it will go. “don't take all of me if you can't do it, baby; this already feels insane”, he says. You ignore his words and relax your throat. His tip hits the back of your throat, and you gag slightly. The strangled noise Daichi makes is unlike anything you've heard from him before. He pulls you off his cock, panting loudly.

“Is everything OK?” you ask, voice tired and raspy. Your husband smiles at you, nodding his head.

“Perfect baby, I just - let me fuck your face,” he says. “Please”, he adds. You nod, opening your mouth for him. His hand grabs the back of your hair, holding you in place and thrusting his hips up into your mouth. The tight feeling of your throat has him cumming the quickest he ever has. You swallow everything he gives you, and he watches you in awe. He tucks himself back into his trousers and pulls up onto his lap.

“Was that good?” you ask, and he laughs at the ridiculousness of your question.

“I'm barely even functioning right now. You were perfect. Give me a few minutes to recuperate, and we can go to bed.”

Issei Matsukawa - marking

Mattsun wishes he could control his jealousy problem. He knows you would never cheat, but seeing you laughing away with his friends leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He knows it shouldn't bother him, but when you give Makki a goodbye hug and wish him happy birthday, it makes his skin crawl.

When he finally gets you home, he immediately pulls you to the bedroom, growling under your breath about how he's so much better than stupid Makki. You roll your eyes at his muttering, but you're not going to complain when he's channelling his jealousy into fucking you.

It doesn't take long before you're on your back, legs wrapped around Mattsuns waist as his cock stretches you. You claw at his back as he buries his face in your neck, fucking you slow and deep.

“You're mine. I'm gonna mark you up, maybe then my friends will remember you're taken” Your neck muffles his voice, but the raspy tone of his voice still makes you whimper. He attaches his lips to your neck, teeth grazing the skin and sucks a pretty mark into your neck. When he's finished, he leans back to look at the mark. He's overcome with the urge to add more, so he does. He continues slowly rocking his hips and sectioning his mouth over any patch of skin he can get to.

When he's finally done, your neck and shoulders are covered in very obvious red and purple marks. Feeling satisfied and accomplished, he picks up his pace. His large hands grip the back of your thighs and push your legs up to your chest. He fucks your harder, eyes flickering from your marked up chest to your blissed out face.

“You're so fucking pretty”

Kei Tsukishima - Spitting

The two of you are at a house party. Tsukki stands in the kitchen chatting to Kyotani, and you cling to his side. He looks good, and you can't help teasing him. He tries not to give in because he's in public, but when you wait for Kyotani to get another drink and lean up to whine in his ear, his patience wanes. He grabs your hand and drags you into the nearest bedroom.

“You're so needy,” Says Tsukki, pushing his hands into your panties. “You seriously couldn't wait until we went home?.” His words may sound harsh, but there's a smile on his face as he kisses you. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth has your mind going hazy. You don't even register your words until they leave your mouth.

“spit on me”, you whine, opening your mouth for him. He pauses to think it over, it's the first time you've ever requested him to spit on you. He obliges, spit landing on your tongue, then reconnects your lips. He pushes his fingers inside you as his kisses get messier. He has you pressed against his friend's bedroom wall, fingering you and you cling to him.

“if you're good and cum for me now, I'll take you home and fuck you properly.” he growls moving his kisses to your neck. “I'll be as nasty as you want me to be. I'll spit on that pretty pussy before I eat it. I'll make a real mess of you” He's usually mouthy during sex but he's never dirty talked like this before. You're both desperate and he grinds against your leg as he works you to your orgasm.

You cum almost immediately, legs shaking as he holds you upright. He kisses you, sucking on your tongue as he lets you ride out your orgasm. He sucks his fingers into his mouth and walks out of the party, not even bothering to say goodbye to the host. He has something much more appealing in his mind.

Keishin Ukai - begging

Keishin leans back against the sofa, staring at you with a smug grin on his face as you ride his cock. In the heat of an argument, you had told him you didn't need him to get off, that you could do all the work yourself. After talking through your petty argument, he found the comment lingering in his head so he decided to prove you wrong. He kissed all over your pretty skin, spoke soft words and got you all worked up, only to sit back and tell you that if you want to cum then you have to do it yourself or take back what you said. You, ever the stubborn type, accepted his terms and took the reins for once. His cock feels so good, reaching all the deepest spots inside you.

“feels so good” Your voice comes out as an airy whine, and your boyfriend tries his best to keep his composure as you clench around him. Your hand presses into his bare shoulders to use as leverage to keep your hips moving. After a few minutes, the muscles in your thighs start to burn, and you slow down, choosing to grind down on him instead of bounce. Keishin notices what you're doing and laughs, trying his best not to show you how affected he is.

“I thought you could do it all yourself. What's wrong, baby?” he asks condescendingly. Your thighs shake slightly as you will yourself to keep moving. “If you want me to take over, all you have to do is tell me how much you need me”, He says in a smug sing-song voice. You groan, you don't want to admit defeat, but if your boyfriend doesn't put you on your back and fuck your brains out, then you might combust.

“Please, Keishin”, you beg, “I need you so bad. Want you to pin me down and fuck me” He's never heard you beg before, but the way your voice trembles when like you're so desperate for him you're going to cry flips a switch inside him, and he happily turns you so you're laying with your back against the sofa cushions.

“Don't you worry, baby I got you.”

Kotaro Bokuto - size kink

Your boyfriend's size was always a major turn-on for you, but he never gave your size difference much thought until now. Bokuto has you in his arms, fucking you against the wall.

“You take me so well, pussy was made for me”, He moans in your ear. You hold on to him the best you can as he stretches you out. The way your pussy is clenching around him has him seeing stars.

“You're so big, Kou”, you whine, and he almost cums on the spot. He's used to compliments about the size of his muscles, but the way you cry out about the size of his cock and struggle to take him full ignites a different kind of fire within him.

“You can take me; you always do”, he growls. He's always sensitive, your tight pussy brings him to the edge fast, but he tries to hold off as he makes you cum with him. His grip tightens around you as he puts you on the bed. He leans over you fucking you harder. He dwarfs you in size, which is made clearer by the way you're hidden in his shadow. If someone were to walk in, they might not even see you. His size makes him feel like he can protect you no matter what and fuels his pride. His words are slurred and garbled together as his hips rut wildly into you. You're both close, and it doesn't take long for you to cum. Bokuto follows soon after, unable to withstand the way your pussy pulses around his huge cock, and he fills you up with cum.

“Fuck”, you groan, dragging out the vowel. “Sometimes it scares me how much you stretch me out. You're too big,” you whine, clenching around him again. He hasn't moved from inside you, opting instead to squish you slightly. You don't miss the way his cock twitches when he compliments your size. “round two?” you ask, pulling his head up so he can look you in the eyes.

“I thought you said I was too big?” he asks playfully. He lifts himself back up to his forearms and pulls you into a sweet kiss, rocking his hips into you again.

Satori Tendou - biting

Tendou has always been a bit wild in the bedroom, and he's never afraid to bring things up with you, so when he asks mid-stroke if he can sink his sharp teeth into your skin, you don't hesitate to say yes.

He has you positioned face down, ass up. Your face is squished against the sheets as Tendou holds you down by your hair. He fucks you slow and hard to begin with, building you up to an orgasm, then holding still and tearing it away from you. You can feel his breath on your shoulder blade; he occasionally presses sloppy kisses there or lets his teeth scrape against your skin, but he has yet actually to bite down. You know it's coming, and the anticipation is making you restless that, combined with the frustration of a denied orgasm, almost has you in tears.

“‘Tori” you whine, and he softly shushes you.

“It's ok, angel. I'll make you come soon I promise” he coos, pressing another kiss to your back. His hips speed up and you feel the coil tighten in your stomach. He pays close attention to your reactions and just when you get lost in the feeling of your impending orgasm he leans down and bites the skin of your shoulder blade. The sudden sting makes heat fill your body as you cum. Your legs shake and your boyfriend's skilled hands rub soothe your tired muscles. The feeling of sinking his teeth into you is ingrained in his brain and he admires the mark on your back as you catch your breath.

“That was incredible” you breathe out, cutting yourself off with a moan when Tendou runs his tongue over the teeth marks in your skin.

“You're incredible” He smiles before kissing your shoulder again.

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[Daddies in December] Akaashi Keiji

Couldn't miss this cutie's birthday! Where are my Akaashi lovers? Akaashi is just so dreamy. This is my second story of this au - check out Sakusa!

Warning: fluffy, sweet Akaashi and pregnancy smut . You watch your husband drown in his work at home. You can bet that he probably forgot that today was his birthday.

“Baby,” you called from the doorway.

Keiji shifted his gaze away from the computer screen upon hearing you utter the affectionate nickname that had initially caused him to blush intensely when you first used it.

His eyes widen, clearly taken aback to find you at the doorway, holding a birthday cake adorned with lit candles, all the while dressed in babydoll lingerie. The once flowy babydoll outfit now hung over your eight-month pregnant belly.

His jaw dropped before he swallowed.

You walked towards him, holding the cake, “happy birthday Keiji.”

Keiji blew out the candles and took the cake from you, setting it on his desk. He reached over to turn his computer off before standing up.

You blink at him confused, “Kei?”

His hands rest on your hips and guide you backward to his desk before he gently lifts you onto it. He reached for his chair and sat back down, positioning himself in between your legs. “Lean back for me, please?”

You do as he asks and your legs are spread wide for him. Your bulging belly blocks your view as Keiji disappears in between your legs.

“No panties, naughty girl.”

Your breath already quickened as his fingers ran against your folds.

You tensed up when you feel something cold against your pussy. Looking over you see his fingers swiping the whipped cream off the cake, you can only guess what he was doing between your legs.

He looks over your bulging belly, “is it too cold?”

You shook your head, lost for words.

He shifts your legs over his shoulders as he continues to spread the cream in between your legs.

Your heels dig into his shoulders the moment his lips and tongue begin to lick away the topping in between your legs. You groan, feeling long strokes of his tongue. “Kei…” you moan when his finger enters your folds.

With your pregnancy, you’re sensitivity and libido have turned up a few notches. You were so horny every touch of his was having you rocking at the edge of ecstasy.

“Kei… no I want… I need you to cum on your cock… please – please your cock…”

He chuckled and stood up. You giggle seeing traces of the whipped cream on his face. Reaching behind, he swiftly pulls off his t-shirt, dropping it on the ground before undoing the buttons to his pants. “You’re so needy.”

“Only for you,” you whisper with a smile. You wince only in pleasure when his cock slides home. “Kei…”

You knew he would not take you harder, he refuses to now that you’re closer to the end of your pregnancy.

“Please,” you whimper, “harder, Kei… harder.”

He flung off his glasses and spread your legs, holding them as he fastened his hips making his desk rattle.

Your moans echo with the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. “Yes!”

He tugs the straps of your outfit, making your tits spill out. His fingers immediately attack your nipple, pinching and flickering the nub.

Your gaze wanders across your husband’s sculpted torso. Keiji, often overlooked among his high school friends and colleagues due to his smaller physique, concealed his innate masculinity beneath his clothing. Keiji maintained a healthy habit of going to the gym and keeping his body in shape.

You reached to touch his chest, “tell me you’re mine?”

A smile spreads across his lips as he leans over you, locking you in between his arms, and presses his lips against yours in a haste kiss, “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

You nod, “yes, yours, only yours…” you whimper, “Keiji, baby… I’m going to cum…”

“Cum on my cock then,” he groaned, he too was close as his thrusts fastened.

You grip his arm and cry out in bliss as your body shudders. Your legs tighten against his side as you curl up at the same time as he cums hotly inside of you.

“Ahhh…” he chokes, breath fans your cheek. “You are the best birthday gift ever.” He leaned back and rubbed your belly, “and this is a bonus.”

. . .

E/n: short but the start of my love for Akaashi.

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Edgar Allan Poe (BSD) x gn!reader

TW/CW: suggestive language (nothing explicit), bottom!poe again sorry but 😔 I’m down bad for this man

Summary: Reader accidentally comes across some interesting poems Poe wrote about them.

Note: reader has more game than me 😔✊ I’m dog shit at writing poems so maybe later I’ll write what Poe might of sent you.

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You were sitting alone at your house when you heard scratching by your door. Most would have reached for the nearest weapon, but you knew all too well what was making those scratching noises.

“Karl,” you said reaching down to pet the little raccoon. Before your hand met his small head, you noticed he had loose papers in his mouth.

“Now what do you have there? Have you been stealing again?” Karl look at you begrudgingly, clearly annoyed that you would dare make such an accusation despite his track record. He dropped the papers at your feet before waltzing into your living room, towards your couch.

You immediately recognised the beautiful, yet slightly rushed, handwritten words.

Edgar, you thought to yourself, not realising the goofy smile that spread across your lips. As you carefully scanned the documents though, the smile was replaced by a look of shock as your face began to heat up.

A plethora of beautifully written poems sharing the many fantasies Poe had, many of which were very erotic, scattered across the pages in the form of a letter. Poe, in his usual poetic way, truly described what he saw and how that made him feel.

Your concentration was interrupted when Karl clung onto your ankle.

“Maybe I should take these back to Poe Karl, What do you think?” You asked, patting his head gently. Naturally, Karl let out an approving chirp.

You reached Poe’s house to find him already standing by the door.

“My darling, I-“ he paused, blush layering his face as soon as he saw the papers in your hand, immediately recognising them based on the smirk dancing across your face.

“I see you Karl ratted me out,” he said looking down, not daring to look you in the eyes. You had to admit, you didn’t expect such explicit words from your boyfriend, it was like night and day from his usual gothic horror stories.

Poe led you up to his office, Karl seemed to sense the change in the air and remained in the foyer.

As soon as Poe closed the door, you placed the unholy papers on the nearest bookshelf before pressing the tall man against the wooden door.

No matter how many times you caught Poe in this position, he always reacted as if it were the first time. A blushing, stuttering mess, only become more of a wreck as your hands made there way to his waist, deeply massaging it.

“I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable,” he said, even after making note of his current predicament, he still worried he’d push you away.

“Of course not my little raven,” you said in a hushed voice. Your lips brushed against his, whilst pushing back his bangs to see his full face. You frequently did this merely to pull the nervous little whimpers from your partner that you’ve grown to love.

“Just a new side of you that’s all,” you took time to admire his features before letting out a content sigh before kissing him softly.

Naturally, the kiss ended long before Poe would have liked.

“Edgar~” you said in the manner you knew made his knees weak.

“You made me seem more attractive than I thought I was though,” you said, almost overcome with shyness. Poe furrowed his brows—he never wanted to hear his partner under-appreciate themselves.

“I simply wrote what I saw, and how I feel when I look at you,” he paused.

“I feel disappointed in myself when I think those things about you but, sometimes I can’t help it,”

“Especially since you’re so,” he didn’t know what to say next. When the writer runs out of words to describe the overwhelming feeling he felt around his lover, you know he is truly overcome by love.

“Hmm,” you said, moving your hand to fiddle with his jacket.

“it’s not gross, I love when you express yourself. Especially the cute noises you make,” you said with another smirk and a wink. Edgar pursed his lips in an attempt to hold back any noise threatening to spill out.

You took a step back, placing your hands back on his waist. Poe pouted from the sudden warmth dissipating, but briefly regained composure.

“I’m glad I didn’t push you away, I didn’t mean for you to find those,” he looked at his hands, “especially since they weren’t finished.”

As if the passed 5 minutes had never accrued, your face completely switched from a seductive smile to plain shock.

“There’s more?!” You said, a little louder than either of your would have liked. Poe stayed silent, not wanting to expose himself further, made his way back to his desk.

“Edgar! You can’t just drop that information and then walk away!” You said nervously, but still with a slight smile threatening to appear. That of course did not last long as the urge to tease your lover returned.

As he stood in front of his desk, you placed a hand on his shoulder turning him around, and leaning him against the wooden surface.

“Why don’t you tell me more about your little fantasies.”

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warriordemigosworld · 5 days

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Out of a fairytale (18+) - part 1

Pairing: Edgar Allan Poe x fem!reader

Colour: Sweet and romantic

Warnings: fluff, romantic sex, vaginal sex, fingering, oral (fem and male receiving) + 69, language, nipple play, orgasm delay (implied), outdoor sex, thigh riding, come swallowing, kissing, handjob, cold play, a bit of food, established relationship

Words: idk like 2000 and smth

Summary: You receive a curious present for your birthday; the peculiar book arrived in the mail first thing in the morning. When you open it, you are transported to a fairytale-like castle where your lover has scripted every detail to perfection.

Part 1 ~ Royalcore version 《

Part 2 ~ Gothic Version

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cause i love to love, to love, to love you

↬ in which you have him all lovesick and smiles

includes; dazai, chūya, atsushi, fyodor

notes; i am gonna pretend i didn’t disappear for 2-3 months. this has been in my drafts for so long :( i tried to clean it up as much as i could but it’s really old jfjdks

DAZAI

dazai appears happy. present tense.

his typical inquiries for double suicides came to lessen to conscious degree, substituting in drinking sake together when the sun cowers, nothing but a string of nonsensical chatter proceeding each sip.

he was sticky like that: unannounced visits, impromptu phone calls, sudden changes in his schedule to accommodate yours. in any case, he isn’t one to shy from stooping as low as whining if it rewards him with your familiar face.

( his windpipes splinter before he could mutter it out loud, but the solitude that’s wedged deep in his bones for so long felt lighter when you were near. he questions how long such benevolence would last before becoming sullied by his hand… ).

…and yet all things considered, it hasn’t deterred him from courting you nonetheless. at times he can’t help but think he’s taken a bite of his own medicine when he’s the one skipping around like a helpless maiden.

and yet again in spite of it all, his brazenness remains perpetually untouched as ever. he entertains different approaches if only to coax out a new reaction from you and he’s not bashful in the slightest. so much so, he remains unruffled even under the scrutiny of your coworkers.

. . .

“ this is highly unprofessional.”

“ don’t be so mean, bella. don’t you know how much i missed you?”

your eyes flit down to the man currently using your lap as a headrest, the rest of his body stretching over the expanse of the couch. he was shameless, that much was certain, but his ability to remain unperturbed whilst in his lovey dovey state was impressive. you cocked a brow, sighing.

“ osamu.” his lips visually twitched at the call of his name; it’s a word warm on your tongue but leaves the hairs on his nape at your mercy anyway. " you saw me fifteen minutes ago—”

“ twenty.” he corrected, cheeky (and quite frankly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled that number out his ass). “ but it was the longest twenty minutes of my life.”

he was unrepentant as ever, experimentally positioning his head to rest on the plush on your thighs. by muscle memory, he began to absently draw shapes wherever he could reach, a crude rendition of stars decorating over the bend of your knee.

he smiles innocently when you squint at him, the gleam in his eyes unwavering. “ only a couple more minutes and i would have been yours,” you mutter out, your voice not as sturdy as you hoped. “ at home.”

dazai almost turns pouty at that. almost. “ but my love, i’ve missed you like crazy. twenty minutes is too long, how can i possibly manage?” the words come out through a breathy exhale and you watch as his lashes kiss his cheeks when he flutters them closed. “ all i could think about is you. and now i have you right here.” he hopes his words carry as much truth as the way his heart does, scurrying away the cold that's mocked him for so long. “ can’t we just stay like this a little longer? pretty please?”

resigned to your fate, you could only clamor your palms over your features— if only to salvage your waning dignity from your coworkers.

unfortunate though… that in doing so you miss the blissful smile curling on his lips as he peeks at you from below. and atsushi notes(after throughly grimacing, not expecting him to be so blunt), it reaches his eyes too.

CHŪYA

" chūya-"

" you can't flirt with me. i have a partner."

terse, stubborn and slurred. if the groggy voice wasn’t enough to confirm your suspicions, the shit-face look belonging to your boyfriend did. he was drunk. wasted if you were to speak bluntly.

in truth, it really doesn’t come off as much of a surprise; his ability to hold his liquor was nothing to brag of (despite what he may profusely argue) and you’re half-convinced he’s already forgotten his own name.

still, you don’t loosen your grip on his sleeve even under the figurative holes he’s burned with his stare. “ chūya. i am your partner.”

“you—! wha-!” his voice erupts into a sudden warble, eyes akin to saucers. " you… you are??"

he takes what’s left of his thinning rationality to study you proper; the style of your hair, your clothing, the smell of perfume/cologne, the familiar quirk of your lips—

oh, he thinks as you push back the loose bangs veiling his face. he doesn’t make any attempts to move, feet stalled and eyes blinking, evidently stunned.

you decide to press on. “ do i look familiar now…?” the lilit of your voice grazes against his ear, plucking out a faint memory tucked somewhere in the crevice of his fuzzy head.

oh. he thinks twice, the stern look bruising his face thawing.

without realizing it, he squares his shoulders in any attempt to remedy his current disheveled appearance, slumped posture pulled taut in— what he hopes— was a more put together frame. conversely, he wobbles on his feet when you continue to eat away at the distance, the ghost of your touch pushing pinpricks into his skin.

“ you’re- you’re really all mine…?” he cringes as soon as it leaves his mouth, coming off eager and hopeful. something like a laugh escapes you and he can’t tell if that’s what made his stomach turn or the alcohol. perhaps both.

“ that’s what i’ve been trying to tell you. you’re so stubborn when you’re drunk.” you punctuate the words with a kiss to his cheek, now warm with revelation. chūya, exhausting the last bits of his energy, shrinks beneath it, a gloved hand clutching his reddened face defensively.

“ why haven’t i made you my spouse yet?” he remarks it so suddenly, you nearly choke on air. he can’t even comprehend what you say thereafter or register the look beginning to contort your features, nothing but liquid courage keeping him afloat.

but- well, if there’s anything the haze trotting his head and his thinning cognition could agree on, it’s that your ring finger appears a little too barren for his liking.

( but not for much longer, he hopes )

ATSUSHI

the sudden change in atsushi’s behavior was a notable observation within the ADA, many of whom watched as the weretiger became stupefied by a face belonging to you. it wasn’t long before concluding it was all the result of a crush; the culprit of which being atsushi himself who played his hand poorly at discretion.

the lovesick chatter would leave his mouth without much rationality, waxing of "[name] this" or "[name] that," and effectively becoming on the receiving end of his praises. it was almost a routine of sorts, occupied by stutters, belated responses and his fidgety footfalls. by the end of it, he fruitlessly attempts to steady his rabbiting heart— if only to stop his blush from staining beyond his cheeks.

even now as he silhouettes by the agency door, the rattle of rain is deafened by the rush of blood to his ears. he anxiously worries the handle of the umbrella in his palms, bouncing from one sole of his feet to the other. should he just ask you? maybe he should wait… now that he thinks about it would be more appropriate to just leav—

“ damn it.” he perks at your sound of displeasure, his heart spiking. “ so much for leaving in a hurry…” you stiffen, realizing you have nothing but a coat protect you from the weather. the flimsy jacket you hurriedly plucked from your wardrobe only added flavor to your disappointment.

atsushi doesn’t miss the opportunity; his feet carries him to you before the unpleasant voice lurking deep in his subconscious bullies him otherwise. “ we can share,” he gestures to his own, silently praying his voice was leveled. it wobbles anyway and by now his knuckles are sheen white as a product of his nerves.

with the organ jumping around in his chest, he almost doesn’t register your ‘thank you,’ only that his fingers were quickly undoing the straps of the umbrella before you could change your mind ( he impulsively bought it earlier that day— his previous pair worned out and far too tiny for two people. but when you thank him with a kind smile, hands slightly brushing with each step, he argues it was the best 800 yen he’s ever spent ).

… that said, a more appropriate question is how you managed to remain naive to all his pining for so long— he’s become despairingly obvious against his own good and yet he can’t find it in himself to change himself, a perpetual lovesick look copy and pasted whenever you entered his proximity.

the same can't be said to everyone else however and he wasn’t particularly pleased when he caught wind of the bets exchanged among his treacherous colleagues. he fears it's only a matter of time before one of them blabs their tongue to you. at this rate, perhaps one of them should.

. . .

" y'know atsushi," ranpo once said, offering his companion a gleaming simper. " you reallllyyy talk about [name] a lot."

"oh.”

his heart flutters, eyes slowly blinking.

" yeah,” he smiles. “ i guess i do.”

FYODOR

" you've been awfully quiet, my dear." fyodor’s voice was just loud enough over the sound of clashing cutlery, fixing you a gaze of genuine interest. " is the meal not to your liking?"

you feel your lips twist into a frown. for being attentive, he (for once) falsely saunters pass the source of your displeasure, failing to recognize the extent of your internal woes. " no- no-" you fidget with your fingers, ignoring the way your propped elbows skidded against the table. the behaviour doesn't go unnoticed by the former, who takes it upon himself to hook his index fingers with yours. “ there’s something i’ve been meaning to ask of you. a… request of sorts.”

“ what is it? i’ll have it shipped to you by the end of the week,” he offers generously though it quickly fades into a confused hum when you shake your head at the proposition.

" it isn’t something you can buy…” you drop your gaze from him to the scantly poked portions of cuisine on your plate. fearing he may misinterpret your words and assume it to be unattainable - perhaps gifting you something ludicrous as a piece of land - you amended quickly. " it’s not what you assume to be either.”

at that, he bums questioningly. “ then what displeases you, my darling?” he provides a faint squeeze to your hand, igniting something warm and paradoxical to his thin layer of frigid skin. “ what can i offer to rid you that frown?”

" just your company.”

" my company?"

" yes." perplexed, he cocks his head; an invitation. willing an inhale to your lungs, you took a moment to gather possession of your words. “ these days you've been rather occupied. i was hoping for perhaps… if we may spend some time together?"

fyodor appears vaguely surprised by that, something unfamiliar fortifying around him. requesting his time felt like a hefty expenditure just in itself and it wasn’t too far fetched to assume he’ll disregard it in favor of some plot embellishing deep within his brain. but a swift refusal never comes.

“ i see,” he finally says after a brief pause. his voice was so soft you wondered if it was meant for you to hear.

it's grows quiet before he speaks again, the fingers curled around your hand withdrawing but not before providing the tips a delicate squeeze. " i can arrange some time tomorrow for you,” he proffers. “ will that satisfy your request, myshka?"

hardly anything can catch fyodor off guard, but something had to be said in the way you brightened at the suggestion, a deep curve coasting over your lips. how pleasant you are.

" yes," you hastily replied, dipping your head slightly. " more than perfect. thank you."

the way your lineaments crossed into a smile was always enduring to observe — exasperated, but one he wouldn’t mind seeing tomorrow knowing he was the cause for such elation.

( idly, he wonders what he can do to see it again ).

A/N !

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warriordemigosworld · 6 days

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can you do atsushi x female reader headcanons? can the reader have a music type ability btw? if not then thats cool:)

Mary is the girl that I wanna kiss

Hello anon! Yes I’d love to write this:) I wasn’t sure how to incorporate the music ability so I ended up not including it and just writing Atsushi relationship hcs, I hope that’s fine!! I’ll be doing sfw and nsfw hcs:)

Contains: afab + fem reader, established relationship, fluff n smut (separate), oral (both receiving), slight dacryphilia, fingering (reader receiving), mating press, missionary, riding, breeding, overstim, squirting, cum eating, aftercare

Sfw:

• Atsushi who was lovestruck when he first saw you! He went to the cafe with some coworker—probably Dazai. He walked in and saw a new waitress working there. He had never seen you before, but he saw you and thought you were gorgeous. You walked up to them with a small smile. You didn’t force yourself to have an overly chipper attitude, you were just friendly. He liked that. It made him feel less pressured.

• Atsushi who couldn’t even look you in the eyes as you were taking his order, which was obvious to Dazai.

• Atsushi, who leaves the cafe with a small smile on his face, only for it to be interrupted by Dazai. Dazai teased him about how flustered he obviously was.

• Atsushi who starts using any and all excuses to visit the cafe. His lunch break? He’ll eat lunch there! Doing paperwork? He’ll occupy a booth and do his work there! His crush is obvious to you, but you’ll let him continue to think you’re oblivious for his sake

• Atsushi who is ecstatic when you two finally start dating! He’s attached to you by the hip, nuzzling his face into your neck. He’ll lay there on his breaks, and the first time you two cuddle in your bed, he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck while he lays atop you.

• Atsushi, who whenever you aren’t home until late, lays in your bed holding your pillow close because it smells like you, only for the pillow to be abandoned the second you walk through the door.

• Atsushi who kisses you when you enter the door, wrapping his arms around your waist. He’ll sway back and forth, until you inevitably have to leave. He’ll be attached to you by the hip while you get out of your uniform, changing into comfortable clothes or pajamas.

• Atsushi who spends every paycheck on you. He buys the essentials, but as soon as he’s bought what he needs be buys you something small. A snack, drink, a new shirt, etc. he loves spoiling you!

• Atsushi who loves to hold you close while you two lay in bed, talking about whatever or watching tv. He loves the comforting silence of just sitting there and staring off into space while holding you close, though. Especially when you doze off and lay atop him, not letting him leave.

• Atsushi who feels obligated to stay in place when you fall asleep on him. If he moves you’ll wake up, and that’s the last thing he wants! He wants you to get your well deserved rest.

• Atsushi who is very warm. His skin is always warm to the touch, helping you fall asleep.

• Atsushi who moves a lot when he sleeps. He kicks his blankets off the bed and rolls around constantly, so much that the blankets get kicked off of you too. Sometimes you wake up with a playful grumble and frown, pulling the blankets back on you only for it to repeat 25 minutes later

• Atsushi who wakes up in the morning to see you without a blanket on and curled in on yourself, so he lifts the blanket up and over you and tucks it in, still holding you close.

• Atsushi who melts at the soft smile on your face when you feel the warmth of the blanket and Atsushi’s body heat.

• Atsushi who patiently waits for you to wake up, kissing your forehead when you finally do.

Nsfw:

• Atsushi who loves giving head. He loves eating you out at any given opportunity. He’ll do it shortly just to prep you, or for hours, depending on what the mood strikes.

• Atsushi who loves to eat you out against the wall. You’ll place your thighs on his shoulders while you lean against the wall, and he’ll just go to town!! He’ll keep you in that position until you’re almost crying, only to pull you off and lean down on the bed and finish it up, making you actually cry. Luckily he’s pretty strong, so he can hold you up.

• Atsushi who feels bad when you cry, but he can’t deny just how hot it is. The way you tremble lightly and your chest heaves while your eyes bubble with tears makes him so hard it’s uncomfortable.

• Atsushi who also loves to receive head. He tries to be gentle, he really does, but the way your tongue teases his tip while you gently caress his thighs makes him go feral. He’ll grip your hair and pull you further down on him. He’ll have you go as far as you can, and as long, only stopping once you grip his thighs and tell him it’s too much.

• Atsushi who has pretty, long fingers. He may not have much experience, but his fingers can curl and hit all your best spots.

• Atsushi who loves to hold your hands and fuck you from missionary, or perhaps even mating press. He loves mating press.

• Atsushi who holds your hands during sex, partially to hold you down but also because he finds it intimate and romantic. He’ll hold your hands, while your thighs are wrapped around his waist, forcing him even deeper into you than before.

• Atsushi who likes mating press because of how compromising it makes you. Your thighs are pushed up to your shoulders, keeping you in place while he forces himself deeper into you. He also likes missionary, as it’s simple and he can see your face.

• Atsushi who melts when you ride him. He’ll grip your hips while you mindlessly bounce on him, followed by grinding that makes you whimper into his neck. He loves when you ride him because it’s almost like you’re taking care of him.

• Atsushi who can almost never stop after just one round. He gets so addicted to the feeling of you tightly wrapped around him that he can’t pull out. You make him so desperate. He’ll keep going at it till you’re both tired and shaking from overstimulation, and even then he often won’t stop. He’ll ignore the way his dick is red and begging for him to just give it a rest.

• Atsushi who has a breeding kink. He loves seeing his cum drip out of you, and the fact that you came just as much as him makes him proud.

• Atsushi who loves when you squirt.. the first time he got you to squirt was purely by accident, but he was so into it. The way it practically drenched his lower abdomen made him freeze in his tracks, and once he came back to his senses and you explained what had happened, he went crazy, refusing to stop until you did it again, but in his mouth this time. He wanted to taste it. Taste you.

• Atsushi who loves the aftercare just as much as the actual sex. He loves that when he was particularly good, your roles would switch, and you’d be attached to him by the hip. You’d hold him close and fall asleep with your head nuzzled in his chest, which he’d find adorable<3

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── 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 : hinata shoyo.

content: fem!reader. public sεx in the back booth of a cafe. dirty thoughts, teasing, fingering, a little overstimulation, shoyo is a liiittle mean but he's just so eager to have you!! mentioned pussy eating at the end.

— . ｡˚ ♡ you just can't wait to have shoyo's fingers in you. and neither can he.

one of the first things you notice about hinata when you meet up with him after his years away in brazil, is that his hands are big.

he'd already been growing taller and filling out when he left — but that was nearly three years ago, and seeing him for the first time after so long felt like a dream — because despite looking the same, he also looked just that different. it wasn't just his hands, really — he was big.

his neck was thicker, the expanse between his shoulder and neck offering much more space for your arms than it used to, as you wrapped them around his neck in a hug. his arms, his chest, his stomach, as they press against yours in the embrace, they feel bigger, more muscular than you remembered.

but what you notice the most, what would be a subtle change compared to everything else — is that his hands are so big. maybe because you hadn't seen his hands properly in any of the pictures he'd sent you, but it was the most surprising change about him.

his fingers that just used to be long and lithe, are now thicker — knuckles tough and edges calloused, the backs of them rosy and tanned and the palms hard and smooth, pink at the rounder points.

and as he holds your hands in his, gives you a smile that pours love and longing and happiness and tender adoration into you as he tells you, “hi, baby. i missed you.” — all you can think about is that you want your pussy stuffed with those fingers of his.

and eventually — because he is after all, your beloved shoyo that would do anything for you — you tell him.

hand in hand, walking the distance from your place to the café you used to frequent together, you tell him that his hands are so nice.

his fingers are so thick (“look! see how big they are compared to mine?”) and then while you're talking to each other over cups of coffee, you finally tell him — albeit slyly and mostly as a tease, you admit that you want his fingers in your cunt.

what you don't expect is for him to immediately oblige.

you're sitting together at the very last booth of the small, cozy little cafe, away from all the windows and concealed from clear view — and you'd thought it'd be cute to fluster him with a dirty little comment, and get him hooked for when you both get home.

but when you tell him, “they'd feel so nice curling deep into my pussy, don't you think?” hinata stares at you for only a few seconds — before he has you pressed against the back of the booth, one legged hooked over his knees and the other dangling over the edge of the seat as he forces your legs open.

“mhm,” he giggles at your wide eyed, stunned expression, wrapping a muscled arm around you and adjusting your position so effortlessly, as his other hand slides past the waistband of your skirt to palm at your clothed cunt. “let's see how it feels, then. oh — pretty pussy's wet already, huh? missed me much?”

you're too dazed by the contact and the delicious feel of his touch on your clit to form words and tell him yes, yes yes you missed him so fucking much, more than he knows — but you think you missed him more than even you know.

his eyes are brighter than you remember as well, you see as you blink up to meet his gaze—

his body language, his confidence, it's so different compared to how he was before.

you'd only gotten together in your third year of highschool, and really you'd only fucked once before he left for brazil — but you'd loved him long enough to know.

this isn't the same hinata that you kissed good-bye at that train station years ago.

correction: he is the same — but he's also more.

you stare, stars in your eyes — and he gives you a handsome, rogueish grin as he slips two digits under your panties and into the slick mess of your hole, like he knows every single thing he's doing to you right now.

to your body, to your mind, to your soul.

it's overwhelming enough, to have the love of your life return home to you after more than two years of being so, so far away from you.

overwhelming enough to see that he has changed so very much, to see that suddenly the sunny, sweet boy you'd fallen in love with has become a fire, a hot searing flame that's ready to sweep you off your feet and singe you, burn you with his kisses and his touch.

but right now, you can't even think clearly about it all — because fuck, fuck, fuck, he's sliding his fingers into you, and it feels even better than you thought it would.

“sh—shoyo,” you whimper, cheek pressed to his chest as he shields your body with his, just in case. “wait, wait — didn't mean right now, i—”

“hush,” he hums into your ear, thumb gliding up to find your clit, and when he presses into the sensitive bud, you can only obey and hush — pressing your lips shut tight to prevent the gasp of pleasure that builds in your throat from getting away.

the café had been pretty quiet and peaceful when you'd both walked inside, and even as you ordered from the counter and brought your trays to the back booth — but suddenly, you're so afraid that people might come and see. afraid that a waiter might come over and see.

“sho—” you try, but he shushes you again, and you feel so hot, it's all so sudden you can't think.

“couldn't wait, sunshine, 'm sorry.” he mumbles into your hair, pulling you even closer, and you feel a little cramped as he tugs your legs even further apart, fingers sliding knuckle-deep into you. “was thinking things the whole time, you're so gorgeous now, can't wait when you're so hot.”

“i—” you whimper again, grabbing his shirt and curling it in your fist. “me too, shoyo, me too.” there's an impatience in the both of you that was hardly satiable when kept apart from eachother, but now, with the two of you like this, there's no way to keep it at bay.

the stretch of his fingers in your cunt is impossible. so much compared to your own fingers, so hot and hungry compared to the toys you use (ones he'd bought and sent home to you during his time in brazil).

he fucks his digits into you like he's been dying to do this to you, like he's desperate to hear those pretty sounds you make in his ear again, like he's been thirsting to make you cum like this forever.

you're going to hit your orgasm so quick, you can already feel it.

you're going to cum slumped in the back booth of this little café, that you'd visited so long ago on your first date with hinata. this little café where you'd first kissed him. this little café where you'd had a valentine's day brunch with him, just two months before he left.

“shoyo,” you can't help the moan that slips out, pussy only clenching around harder his digits when you see the way his eyes cloud with lust upon hearing your voice. “shoyo, shoyo — gonna cum.”

you hope nobody hears you — and you hope that if they did, they'll stay the fuck away and mind their own business, and let hinata take care of you.

you need it. he's so warm, so hot, and he's fucking you so good with just his fingers — thumb rolling your clit just fucking right while he curls his fingers into your velvet walls, giggling under his breath when your pussy squelches messily each time.

“that's right, baby,” he coos, kissing your hair. “cum for me. nice and hard, mkay? else we might hafta try again.”

his voice cracks so well at just the right moment as he says it — and you don't know if it's the zap of need that courses through you at the sound of his voice breaking, or if it's just the bliss he's giving you with his fingers that makes you cum instantly, but you do.

your pussy wraps around his fingers so tight — your own hand flying up to clamp over your mouth and muffle your cry, as your body finally unfreezes and you crash into your high.

knees knocking together and squeezing hinata's arm between your legs, you fall lax against the leather seating of the booth — cushioned by his body because he still has his other arm secured around you — and you cum. “fuck, shoyo.”

“that's good,” hinata encourages, his whisper hot in the shell of your ear. “fuck, so messy. so messy, baby, how do we clean you up?”

you can't help it — and he's making it worse, curling his fingers in, knuckles digging into your walls as he tries to go even deeper, never relieving the pressure he's out on your clit, god— “shoyo, fuck, fuck.” you’re afraid you might shatter into a million pieces right there on the damn seat. you haven’t had someone else touch you in a long time, and getting an orgasm ripped from you like this is almost too much. “sho—shoyo, please.”

“please, what?” he giggles, still unrelenting, like he’s missed having you like this, like he really can’t be a good boy and wait until you get back home before he eats you up and makes you his girl all over again, for the first time in years.

“not here,” you say breathlessly, gulping down the cry of pleasure that springs up your throat when he lets go of your clit for a moment, only to flick his thumb at the ravenous bud again. “not here, please. i can’t—”

“can’t what?” he asks, almost impatient. he bites at your ear, and you feel so fucking hot, so dizzy with pleasure, but you can’t. not in the back booth of a god damn café, where you could just be caught with MSbY’s newest outside hitter fitting his fingers into your starving little cunt.

you grab his wrist and tug, giving him the most serious look you can with all the stars in your eyes. “can’t be like this, shoyo. not here. please? wanna go home. want you in me. at home.”

his lips pull downwards into a disappointed pout, but he only presses his body closer to you, hot and heavy, his weight so new on you. “you promise t’ let me fuck you like this in your bed then?”

the fact that he can make you blush harder with a few words even as he’s got your pussy full of his fingers is astounding, really. but you feel your face heat up as you nod, telling him you promise. you need it more than him. you need him so, so fucking bad.

with a delighted laugh, shoyo pulls away, almost too quickly and you’re forced to stifle the needy whine you want to let out because you know he’ll be on you again in no time if you act like that. he pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking on your slick, eyes dulling with lust as he gets a taste of you. “let’s go, then. we can have this date later.”

“wh—what about our food?” you can’t even ask before he’s getting up and pulling you to your feet. he gives you a quick kiss, and your eyes widen when you taste yourself on him. god, it’s almost embarrassing.

“i’ll pay for it now, we’ll tell them we’re coming back in a bit.” he grins at you, taking you by the waist and pulling you up against him. “i can think of something else i’d like to eat right now.”

by the glint in his eyes and the lingering taste in your mouth, you know exactly what he means the instant he says it. and you can’t help but blush again. god, he’s such a fucking charmer. “mm, alright. let’s go then.”

“that’s my girl.”

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Making Out With The Haikyuu Boys (And Getting Caught) (Karasuno) Part 1

Nishinoya:

You frowned as Nishinoya missed another receive. You had come to watch him practice with Tanaka and Ashai but he had been missing a lot of receives, which seemed to get him extremely frustrated.

“Damn it!” he yelled, slamming a fist against the ground.

“Let’s call it a day,” Ashai said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No!” Nishinoya exclaimed, standing up. “We need to keep practicing!”

“Noya, we’re going to stop for today,” Tanaka said, already walking towards the gym doors. “Sorry, dude. You need some time to chill.”

“Guys!” Nishinoya exclaimed as Ashai and Tanaka left the gym. He groaned loudly, clenching his fists.

“Noya, Love, maybe you should take a break,” you said, approaching Nishinoya.

“Y/N! Practice with me!” Nishinoya said, spinning around, grabbing your shoulders.

“No, Noya,” you sighed. “Please just take a break.”

“I can’t!” Nishinoya frowned. You sighed, trying to think of a way for him to calm down and take a break. You then rolled your eyes before grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him towards you. You heard Nishinoya let out a hmph as your lips connected.

“Still no break?” you cooed.

“Little one,” Nishinoya grinned, grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the gym’s storage closet. You chuckled as he pushed you inside before entering himself. He closed the door, then was quick to pin your wrists against the wall you stood in front of.

He quickly reconnected your lips, trapping you in a passionate kiss. You leaned your head forward to deepen the kiss. Nishinoya licked your bottom lip, but you denied him entrance. He let out a small growl before removing his hands from your wrists and moving them to your ass, giving it a squeeze.

You let out a small squeak in surprise. Nishinoya used this as an opportunity to slip in his tongue, easily taking control. You hummed gently, letting him lead. Then, suddenly, he stopped the kiss.

“Why’d you- ooh~” You let out a small whine as he moved his lips to your neck. You started running your hands through Nishinoya’s spiked hair, not minding the gelled feeling.

“Y/n,” Nishinoya groaned, as your nails scrapped across his scalp. He bit down on your neck, before licking and sucking over it. You let out a small moan. “May I?” he asked, removing his lips from your neck to look at you. He gripped your shirt, implying that he was asking if he could remove it.

“Mhm,” you hummed.

Nishinoya grinned, like a kid on Christmas before tugging it off. “You’re so beautiful,” he grinned smiling at your chest.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, flushing a bit.

Nishinoya sent you a boyish grin before dive down, kissing across your collar bone.

“Noya, Tanaka, and I- OH MY GOODNESS!” the voice of Asahi was heard. Your eyes widened as you saw Asahi standing at the doorway, looking traumatized. “MY VIRGIN EYES!”

“DUDE- get out!” Nishinoya yelled, his face going a deep red.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t- I mean- AH!” he let out a scream before running out, slamming the door closed behind him.

“Jeez, Asahi,” Nishinoya frowned. He turned to you, smiling softly. “Thanks for the break.”

“Of course, Love,” you grinned, cupping his cheek. “Wanna continue at your house?”

“Can we!?!” he exclaimed, smiling widely. You nodded. “I love you,” he smiled, hugging you tightly.

Tanaka:

“Y/N!” Tanaka grinned upon seeing you enter his classroom. He had been late to meet you after school so you had decided to see if everything was okay.

“Hi, I wanted to make sure everything was alright,” you said, sitting at the desk in front of his.

“Yeah, my teacher just made me stay back to retake a test,” Tanaka pouted. You turned your head to see no teacher.

“Really?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yeah, he just saw a hot teacher and ran after him,” Tanaka scoffed.

“Oh,” you chuckled. “Where’s your test?”

“In the trash,” Tanaka admitted.

“You can’t just throw it away, dumbass,” you stated, flicking his forehead.

“I know, I know,” Tanaka frowned, standing up and walking around his desk. You turned, following his movements. “But I think I need to get my mind off things.” He stood in between your legs. You smiled slightly, pressing your lips against his. He grinned against the kiss, grabbing your hips. He pulled you closer, licking your bottom lip.

You opened your mouth, letting Tanaka’s tongue slither in and draping your arms over his shoulders. You fought for dominace before letting Tanaka win.

“I love you,” you mumbled, pulling away.

Tanaka grinned, feeling happier then he ever had before. “I love you too,” he exclaimed before pulling you into another heated kiss.

“Enough you two!” Tanaka’s teacher exclaimed, making you both jump and pull away. “Go home L/N,” he said. “And Tanaka, get back to your test.”

“Sorry sir,” you said, getting off the desk. You bowed apologetically before running off.

Kageyama:

“It’s 2:00 AM,” you exclaimed, seeing Kageyama at your front door. He was wearing his Karasuno jacket and held his Jersey in his arms.

“Let me in,” Kageyama demanded.

“Why? Why are you here?” you asked a little frustrated at the emo-looking boy.

Kageyama was silent for a second. “I wanted to see you,” he mumbled, his cheeks going red.

“AW!” you exclaimed, all frustration disappearing. “My Emo Boy wanted to see me!”

“Shu-shut up Boke!” Kageyama yelled, his face going completely red. You smiled, continuing to tease him as you pulled him inside.

“Your lucky Shoyo is the only one here,” you chuckled, pulling Kageyama into your room. He sat down on your bed, getting himself comfortable. “Why’d you bring your Jersey?” you questioned, noticing Kageyama still holding his number 9 jersey.

“Wear it,” he ordered, throwing it at you. You caught it smoothly, confusion written across your face.

“Why?” you questioned, pulling off your pajama shirt.

“I-I thought you’d look cute in it,” Kageyama admitted, turning his head to the side to give you some privacy.

“Aw, Kags,” you cooed, jumping on top of him, wrapping your arms around his lower waist, and pressing your face against his chest.

“I was right,” Kageyama added under his breath, resting his arms on the small of your back. You smiled into his chest happily.

You looked up at him, placing your chin on his chest. “I like you,” you smiled, leaning forward and pecking his lips.

“Shut up, dumbass,” Kageyama scoffed, blushing deeply. He sat up, pulling you with him. He leaned forward kissing your collarbone gently. “I like you too,” he mumbled, kissing up your neck.

You blushed at his boldness before grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss. He smiled into the kiss, tilting his head so you could have a better angle.

“Y/N!” Hinata yelled, bursting into your room. “GET AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND!”

“SHOYO!” you yelled, glaring at your brother.

“WE’RE NOT DATING DUMBASS!” Kageyama exclaimed, grabbing something random off the floor and throwing it at him.

“DON’T DENY OUR CHEMISTRY!” Hinata screeched, running off.

Hinata:

“Time to eat,” Hinata sang as he walked back into his room, where you sat. He had invited you over after his sister and parents had left.

“Food!” you cheered as Hinata sat across from you, spreading the snacks out.

“Food!” Hinata mimicked.

You noticed a pack of Pocky with the other snacks. You blushed but decided to ignore it.

Hinata had other plans though. He had made the mistake of telling Nishanoya and Tanaka that he wanted to kiss you. They had told him to play the Pocky game with you and lead from there.

“What first?” you asked, crossing your legs.

“Pocky game!” Hinata exclaimed, his face turning pink as he grinned.

“You know what that is, right, Bubba?” you giggled.

“Yeah,” Hinata grinned, grabbing the Pocky packet. “We take a Pocky, each bite into one side, and whoever pulls away or meets in the middle first loses?”

“Uh, yes actually,” you said, surprised a bit.

“So let’s do this!” Hinata exclaimed, fairly eager. He stuck the Pocky in his mouth, leaning forward. You blushed but placed your mouth on the other side of it. Hinata held up three fingers before counting down on them.

As soon as he reached zero, you began. You both chomped on the chocolate stick. Neither of you closed your eyes, staring at each other with determination. As you both got closer to the middle, you began to blush and Hinata began questioning his actions.

His eyes widened as you were inches apart before he felt a rush of adrenaline. He cupped your face and leaned forward, capturing your lips and finishing the Pocky. But he didn’t pull away he away after he swallowed the sweet stick. He pulled you closer, closing his eyes.

You let out a small hmph as Hinata wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap. You quickly kissed back although, loosely hanging your arms over his shoulders.

“Shoyo!” Hinata’s sister exclaimed bursting into her brother’s room.

“Natsu!” Hinata exclaimed, pulling away from you. “Knock!”

“Sorry,” Natsu mumbled before walking out.

“This was your plan all along,” you smirked, looking at Hinata.

“For my sister to find us?” Hinata asked, tilting his head. (Ya know, like his cute little head thing? Ya know… the thing? Yeah… he does that)

“No dummy!” you exclaimed. “The Pocky thing.”

“Oh that,” Hinata blushed. “Yeah.”

“Just ask next time,” you giggled, resting your head on Hinata’s shoulder.

Tsukishima (Tsukibadaba):

“Tsuki,” you said, sitting bored on your asshole of a boyfriend’s bed. You had gone to his house to work on homework, which you had thought meant, hanging out and cuddling. But no… Tsuki actually meant homework. “Tsuki,” you repeated. Tsukishima ignored you. “Kei.” Nothing. “Tall asshole.” Still nothing.

You huffed before getting up and spinning Tsukishima’s chair.

“What do you want?” he questioned as you stood in front of him.

“Attention,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No, I’m busy,” he said, mimicking your stance.

“I’m not trying to be clingy but please?” you frowned, climbing into his lap.

“No,” Tsukishima frowned, although he loosely wrapped his arms around your waist.

You frowned, leaning forward and kissing Tsukishima’s cheek. He blushed slightly. You leaned over and kissed his other cheek.

“Stop it,” he said.

“Nuh-uh,” you grumbled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his adam’s apple. You kissed from there up to his chin.

“Fine, you want attention?” Tsukishima asked, pulling you closer. “I’ll give you attention.” He gripped your chin and pulled you into a rough kiss. You smiled into it, happy to have what you wanted. That was your mistake. Tsukishima took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, slipping his hands to cup your face. Your tongues fought for dominance, with him ultimately winning. “You’re so annoying,” he said, pulling away. He tilted your face upwards, kissing down the front of your neck.

“Kei, come on!” Tsukishima’s brother exclaimed, barging into Tsukishma’s room. “Oh-” His eyes widened as Tsukishima pulled away from you. “I- that’s- oh- holy shit- um, use protection!” He shut the door and ran out, leaving both you and Tsukishima a blushing mess.

Tadashi:

“That was amazing!” you cheered as Tadashi ran to you. The team had just won against Aoba Johsai, and Tadashi had successfully completed his first floating serve. Tadashi gasped gently as you wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. “You were amazing!” you exclaimed as Tadashi wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I didn’t do much,” Tadashi said, although he was extremely proud of himself.

“You got those serves!” you grinned, leaning your head away from his neck.

“Yeah…” he agreed, blushing and smiling. He bit his lip, his eyes scanning your face. With a sudden boost of confidence and adrenaline running through his veins, he leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on your neck. You froze, blushing at your shy boyfriend’s boldness. “I’m sorry-”

You cut him off with a passionate kiss. His eyes widened before they fluttered closed. You licked his bottom lip as his hands moved from your waist to your thighs. He opened his mouth, gladly letting you take control.

Tadashi let out a small whimper as your hands tangled in his hair, tugging gently.

“Can you two please stop your foolish behavior?” Tsuki scoffed, coming up behind you, making you both pull away with red faces.

“Sorry Tsuki,” Tadashi said, watching as the team walked by. You stuck your tongue out of them as they smirked and teased you two.

“I am really proud of you,” you grinned, looking back at Tadashi, cupping his face gently.

“Thank you,” Tadashi grinned, blushing wildly. “Can we continue when we get to your house?”

“Of course,” you grinned, pecking Tadashi’s lips gently.

I take requests btw! <3

I take requests for the following fandoms:

Demon Slayer

Haikyuu

Hunter x Hunter

My Hero Academia

Studio Ghibi films

IT (the films and book)

Percy Jackson

Marvel

Umbrella Academy

Harry Potter

Star Wars

Most Actors (not a fandom, I know)

Rise of the Guardians

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It's time to relax!

Hinata Shoyo is in need for some relax time so his long time girlfriend takes him to a weekend house in the middle of winter.

TW: Sex, fem reader, mdni!

WC: 1859

The last rays of the faint Sun has descended from the otherwise cloudy sky, just to show their presence maybe, or to bring a bit of warmth in the cold winter day. The whole neighbourhood looked like a sheet of paper that a toddler has drawn on: from the light gray clouds to the melting snow, sometimes a splash of colour has appeared only to be dominated by the grayness that seem to surround the whole city, like a fluffy blanket.

Hinata Shoyo was not exactly a winter enthusiast, he much preferred the scorching Sun and the hot weather, where he could freely train outside without being afraid of catching a cold. But now he was running alone and silently prayed he would not freeze to death despite he was moving, and was dressed according to the weather. Not a day without training! The ginger haired man was a hardworking one when it came to his dreams and passions. However his girlfriend was worrier about him, hence she decided to take things in her hands...

-Shoyo! Wait up. –Came a familiar voice from not too far, that made Hinata slow down then eventually stop.

-Y/n, what are you doing here sweetcheeks? – A wide smile appeared on the man’s face, he was always happy upon seeing the love of his life.

-I –she panted- I rented a weekend house for 4 days...for us. So pack your suitcase, pack warm clothes and some wellness clothes as well. We’re going tomorrow. –The young woman couldn’t hide her excitement; her voice was twinkling so sweetly, however Hinata was not convinced this was a good idea.

-I appreciate it love, but you know I can’t skip a day, my training is extra hard. I can’t afford to just disappear for 4 days...- but Y/n didn’t let this opportunity got wasted.

-No. I already talked to your coach and he gave his blessing-she let out a long sigh- I swear I looked like a teenage boy asking his lover’s dad for permission to take them to the prom or something. Nevermind, it worked.

Just as she reassured him, Hinata’s Atlas’ like burden suddenly fell off his shoulders. Truth be told, he was anxious about how busy he could get at times: with constant training, overseas matches...The young man felt he was neglecting his love – it’s a miracle they got together somehow- and having a profession that requires many hours of hard work, while juggling his love life seemed like a lot of pressure. Luckily Y/n was an understanding woman, who felt happy even if they could only spend half an hour together.

That night Y/n had already packed her suitcase and helped with Shoyo’s as well, carefully listing everything they need from toiletries to clothes, chargers, airpods, and the book Hinata planned to read for a while along with the one she’s currently reading.

Her redhead boyfriend was amused at the perfection she’s respresenting in all her tasks and chuckled as his girlfriend was placing a check mark at every piece that has been packed on her list. She was really all he needed; not just now, not just before, he needs her forever, that’s why he put a small velvet box in his suitcase after Y/n fell asleep.

Hinata’s been keeping this secret for a while, only his close friends (meaning the whole team plus Kageyama) knew about it, and all encouraged him to propose as soon as he can.

-You love her, no? Then why hesitate so much? –Asked Atsumu when Hinata brought up the topic.

His teammate’s words echoed in his ears as the man finally let himself drift into sleep.

The next day you woke up extra early; seeing how tired her boyfriend was, Y/n decided to drive to the destination. It only took 4 hours to get there, meanwhile Hinata was sleeping soundly in the car next to his partner. She was smiling at him and took so many pictures of his adorable drooling face.

The weekend house was kind of far-off from the town, and closer to the forest; the owners really wanted some peace away from the world. It was a nice idea, but nor Y/n nor Hinata would’ve thought that getting there would be such a nightmare: the road was slippery and icy as no one cleaned it, the house was cold and everything- including the stores- was far away. Y/n started to think it was a bad idea after all, they came to relax and not to make Shoyo chop tree.

-I’m sorry Shoyo. –She whispered as Hinata chopped another tree in half. – I wanted you to relax and...

-Stop! –He looked at her small, shivering frame. –It’s nice to keep up the training even when we are not at home, right? –He shoot a bright smile towards his girlfriend whose tears were about to freeze to her face. The redhead simply wiped them away, pulling the woman closer to him, embracing her in a seemingly eternal hug.

-We are here, together, let’s not worry about anything, okay? –He whispered in her ear, Y/n could only nod at that.

She really wanted this few days to be special, because truth be told, she greatly missed her precious Shoyo, and even though man was a literal sunshine, he had a tendency to overwork himself. He was really close to a breakdown and though he was smiling all the time, Y/n sensed that something was not exactly okay so she grabbed the chance and started planning.

After two hours they finally settled in the house, unpacking the goods Y/n bought while Hinata was chopping trees; they finished their tasks just in time, since the wind was becoming more and more forceful, making the freshly fallen snow dance a deadly dance. After a wuick shower they stood in front of the window, watching the blizzard.

-How we’re going to go out now? –The woman paled after hearing the wind blowing. She really wanted to bring Shoyo to a nice teahouse that was in the town, but it’s impossible to drive around in this weather.

-Love? Look at me. It’s okay, we can spend time together in the house as well. To be honest, I was hoping we’d “relax” here at first before doing anything else. –He turned y/n around to face him, brown eyes were full of love and lust; his big hands gently caressed the side of her face, but oh those hands like to wander!

One minute they were on her face, making her melt into his gentle touch, then those warm hands made her moan as they touched her breast, massaging them with so much care, pressing them together, pinching the nipples until they hurt, man was absolutely crazy about his girlfriend’s boobs. As the cold wind howled outside, clothes started to fall off: first the sweaters; that denied easy access to y/n’s gorgeous breasts. Hinata’s already hard cock twitched at the sight, despite being together for many years, he can’t get enough of her; he latched onto y/n’s nipples who couldn’t contain her moans and whimpers, just let the sensation take over her body.

-Moan for me pretty! –Hinata managed to say before attacking y/n’s other boob with his hungry mouth, while two of his fingers found their way to her wet hole, drawing circles around her entrance, making the woman whimper impatiently.

-Shoyo, don’t play with me.

-Why not, love? We have a lot of time to catch up. –His lustfilled voice made her giddy, she suspected, it’s going to be a long day.

Hinata finally left y/n’s breasts alone and utilized his tongue elsewhere, after all, her clit was so tempting, imagine the moans she’d let out! At first he went slowly, with just small licks, while two of his fingers entered in her.

-Sit on me, love. –He ordered and y/n obeyed. –Ah it’s like heaven, I wanna die in between your thighs. –The man let out a satisfied sigh and continued to play with his girlfriend’s clit. But y/n also wanted to play! So she climbed closer to Shoyo’s cock, licking circles around the tip then swallowing it like a good girl.

-Ah that’s it pretty girl! Suck my cock, ah you’re like a vacuum. –He cried.

She grabbed his thick member, started to jerk off slowly, then gradually became more speedy while her tongue danced around the tip, making the red head see the stars. Y/n herself was pretty close to her own orgasm as well; Hinata Shoyo was really a master in everything he was passionate about, his tongue sent outworldly sensation to her body and that little ginger felt it, oh he loved her body and studied it for years, he knew when she was about to orgasm and increased his speed, kissing the throbbing clit occasionally, like it was y/n’s lips.

That was it! The orgasm was so intense she couldn’t stay still, with a cock in her mouth she let out a morfed moan, swallowing it deeper to the point it was almost choking her. Her lover just chuckled at the woman; he knew the game is just about to begin. He turned her on the back, and while still recovering from the orgasm, he entered her hole, filling it up.

-So tight. –He grunted. –Have I been neglecting you, love? Don’t worry, never ever gonna do it again.

His pace was fast, strong, and his thick cock was stretching her walls. She missed this, honestly, she really needed a good fuck, lucky for her, Shoyo knew how to make her feel satisfied. Not that he could complain as her legs hugged his back, pulling him closer, as her orgasm was close again, her walls were becoming tighter to the point it was almost painful for him, but not painful enough to stop.

-If you squeeze me that much, I’m gonna cum!

Not that she’d heard him, as she was a moaning mess. Her orgasm swept her away, tight walls like a supermassive black hole sucked the cum out of the man.

-Fill me! –She screamed and Hinata gladly did so.

It took a good half an hour to recover from the intensive sex, none of them really wanted to get up and clean the mess they’ve made, but after a while y/n stood up, thick white drops falling out of her cunny, Hinata was still panting on the bed. She went to the bathroom to clean up, soon her boyfriend followed her.

-Marry me.

-What? Ooh so it was really a good relax time huh? –She jokingly added.

-You heard me. I love you more than anything and I should have proposed much earlier but I was scared that you’d reject me; I still am, but I just wanted to do it. Marry me y/n.

- Shoyo.

-Marry me. Please. Let me be your husband. I’m gonna take care of you, never gonna neglect you. I want to wake up next to you until our days end. And then I want to find you in another life and marry you again.

-Yes! Yes, yes, I marry you! –She cried tears of joy, along with Hinata.

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warriordemigosworld · 10 days

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From Cuddling to Something More

Pairing: Timeskip!Hinata Shoyo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, cuddlefucking, sweet and domestic, gentle sex, teasing, stripping, praise, creampie, grinding, overstimulation, being needy, flirty fem!Reader

Word count: 1k

A/N: Bit of a slow day today but enjoy this cute bit of smut.

"Five more minutes." You grumbled against his neck as you pushed him down on the bed. He laughed at your attempt and glanced at the alarm clock, "No clocks. Come on, cuddle me some more. There's nowhere we need to be on Sunday morning. As your girlfriend I demand you stay in bed with me."

"All day? Or am I allowed to leave?" Hinata asked as he placed his chin directly below your breasts.

"Nope. Just relax and enjoy the view. There's no practice, no college classes, no tournaments, no nothing. Just cuddling with me." You cupped his cute cheeks and pulled him in for a short kiss. "And a few kisses coming your way if you're good."

Hinata didn't want to think about the many ways he could earn these little rewards. His brain wasn't working properly anyway, with you moving on top of him, grinding against his morning wood. Which he knew you could feel because the roll of your hips was way too deliberate to be subtle. "You're making things very hard for me."

"Am I really? I didn't notice. I'm perfectly innocent." You claimed, cupping his bulge a moment later, "But you do have a problem down here. Did having me on top make you hard? Hinata, you perv. You- hey! Where are your hands going?!" Under your shirt, "Hey, you don't get to touch just because I teased you a little. I want to cuddle not- mmm-" His fingers pressed against your nipples. "You're so mean and unfair, I want to see you too you know."

He raised his eyebrows, "I am being unfair aren't I? I should really get rid of this shirt then." As soon as he sat up you wanted to complain, but then he took his shirt off and all your complaints died on your lips. The many years of volleyball really made him toned.

"God, you're so handsome." You watched his cheeks redden and he scratched the back of his neck. But his hands didn't stay away for long, "Ah, hey, stop! I can take off my own shirt!" Hinata pouted again, but let you do your thing. "Don't just stare, let's get back under the covers, or do you want me to get a cold?"

"You're the one who suggested this. I can think of a few ways to warm you up though." Once he was close enough he threw your legs over his shoulders, his lips kissing yours before you had a chance to ask what he was even thinking. "And you can warm me up too. This place here," those rough fingers rubbed you through your underwear, pushed them against your pussy until there was a big stain on them, so much he could perfectly see the outline of your pussy lips, "it's getting very hot."

"And that is all your fault." You ran your hands up his arms, feeling his muscles flexing under your hands. "So you should do something about it."

"I really should, shouldn't I? Wouldn't be a good boyfriend if I didn't make my pretty lady feel good." Hinata shook his head at himself, he couldn't let you down, he wouldn't let you down. With your panties soon moved out of the way of his fingers your hips jerked towards them, hungry for the touch is his hand. "I made you so wet. I made you wait for me. I'm sorry, let me make it up to you." He pushed his boxers down, kicked them away quickly and grabbed his hard dick. The tip slotted neatly between your folds but he didn't slide it in yet.

You groaned in protest as you found yourself moved to your side. "What now? I need you..." You whined against his chest while he laughed at your current misery. "Not being a good boyfriend right now."

Hinata guided his cock back between your legs, one hand holding his length, the other moving your leg over his hip to give him a better angle. His eyes locked on yours in a silent question. A single nod later and you felt his cock pushing in your pussy until he was balls deep in you. You finally let out a content sigh.

"That's good isn't it. Being together like this, wrapped up in each other." Hinata ran his hands down your naked back, feeling you shiver as his hips pressed fully against your own.

You closed your eyes in bliss, your hand patting down the bed for the blanket which you then pulled over you both. "So warm. Full. And... fuck... you're hitting just the right spot." Rolling your hips into his you felt his hold on you tighten. The two of you quickly found a comfortable pace, an easy and slow grinding, with which you could perfectly feel every twitch of his cock and how full his balls were when they pressed against you.

"The one making things warm is you. I love falling asleep with my cock in your pussy." He was almost about to doze off like this. Were it not for the wonderful way your pussy gripped him he would have fallen asleep again.

"Stay inside then. Make me even more full." Of course he knew what this meant. "It's a no risk day today. It's okay." You really didn't want him to pull out now.

"Are you sure? It'll be really gross when my cum spills out of you." He joked, he knew you enjoy the feeling. A bit too much some would say.

"I'm sure. Please do it, stay here, I want every last drop of your cum in my- oh!" You moaned when his hands pressed, or more like slapped against your soft ass. His thrusts were short, fast, deep and like before, hit at the perfect angle that had you seeing stars before long.

Strong arms kept you safe and grounded as your orgasm rocked through you, your moans and sigs ringing in Hinata's ears. He wasn't far behind you, he wasn't holding back anymore, the mess be damned, all that mattered was your satisfaction. And you would only be satisfied with his warm, thick cum painting the inner walls of your cunt.

"Keep holding me." You pleaded.

"Of course I will, for as long as you need. I love you, I've got you, I've got you babe." He kept rolling his hips slowly, pushing his cum out but also adding to it, his balls still having more to give until they were fully empty.

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Haikyu! SMAU

Texting the HQ boys "Hi Daddy" feat. Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Ushijima, Kageyama, Semi and Kita 📷

Accidently Sending Them You're Halloween Costume featuring EJP and Team Japan pt. 1 📷

Accidently Sending Them You're Halloween Costume featuring MSBY Black Jackels and Schweiden Adlers pt. 2 📷

Finding out Miss Manager is a pole dancer featuring MSBY and Schweiden Adlers 📷

Finding out Miss Manager is a pole dancer featuring EJP Raijin 📷

Finding out Miss Manager is a pole dancer featuring Team Japan 📷

MSBY/Adlers/Team Japan: Celebrating Pride 🏳️‍🌈 📷

Team Japan: Being Iwaizumi's Little Sister and Dating Suna 📷

Adlers Manager: Manager accidently reveals suggestive photo of her and Romero 📷

Don't tell the team but I have a crush on one of them featuring MSBY

Don't tell the team but I have a crush on one of them featuring Schweiden Adlers

Don't tell the team but I have a crush on one of them featuring Team Japan

Harry Potter Sorting Hat Quiz featuring Daishou and Suna

M-YN and S-YN: Besties and Manager's for MSBY and the Adlers

EJP Raijin Party Invite 📷

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Team Group Chats

A/N: some of the chats will be pictures with fake texts and some are just print. I recently learned how to make fake texts/group chats so I've been experimenting with formats! I will put a camera 📷 icon next to the ones that are fake chat photos.

Karasuno

Hypothetical Questions

Seijoh

Seijoh during a holiday

YN goes on a Date 📷

YN ITS US! 📷

HBD Oikawa 📷

HBD Oikawa pt 2 📷

Inarizaki

YN, Whose Your Favorite?

Shiratorizawa

Operation Happy Birthday Ushijima

Nekoma

Where did YN go?

Fukurodani

YN lost Bokuto

Itachiyama

Sakusa has left the chat

MSBY

Opinions Needed 📷

YN's Dating the Captain 💅🏼 📷 (dating Meian Shugo)

YN's Sick 📷

Team disappointment 📷

Really YN 📷

Team Meeting Now! 📷

Welcome Alexandre Joffe 📷

Emergency memes 📷 (polyship with Adriah Thomas and Oriver Barnes) 🏳️‍🌈

Mommy Time 📷

YN is dating Osamu 📷

Sakusa’s Confession 📷

YN gets Stood Up 📷

*Hypothetical* Question 📷

Joke 📷

Adlers

Is that on Instagram? 📷

Emergency! 📷

Time to Find a New Manager 📷

*ahem* YN- 📷 (dating Hirugami Fukurō)

YN AND I ARE DATING 📷 (dating Nicollas Romero)

Dear God, it's me, YN again- 📷

tO bE fAiR- 📷 (dating Toshiro Heiwajima)

How the Turntables Turn 📷

Team Bonding 📷

Team Japan

Someone's following me 📷

Crap! Wrong Chat! 📷

Quick YN... FMK 📷

Hey babe- 📷

Fanfiction 📷

YN's Birthday Surprise 📷

Miss March 📷

Am I annoying 📷

Eggplants 📷

Bedtime Story 📷

YN finally loses it 📷

YN is a Former Model 📷

Attempted kidnapping 📷

YN gets targeted 📷

Nugs 📷

Sushi Date 📷

Looks 📷

Psychic 📷 🎥

EJP Raijin

Promotion 📷

Sendai Frogs

I Have a Question YN 📷

Team A (HQ special one-shot)

Our Deepest Condolences 📷

Team B (HQ special one-shot)

I Rest My Case- 📷

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Haikyu!

Headcannons 2

The first list was getting pretty long, so we are expanding to a second list 🤗 if there is a team I missed of that you'd like to be added, please feel free to let me know 🙌🏻

Lgbtqia+ friendly 👉🏻🏳️‍🌈

High-school Teams

Karasuno 🪶

Being Karasuno's Manager: Polyship with the First Years 🏳️‍🌈

Being Karasuno's Manager: Manager is in the Closet 🏳️‍🌈

Being Nishinoya's Boyfriend: Introduction to Grandfather 🏳️‍🌈

Saeko Tanaka with a Soft Girlfriend 🏳️‍🌈

Polyship with Daichi and Suga 🏳️‍🌈

Being Karasuno's Manager: Manager is an Artist

Being Karsuno's Manager: The Tiny Giant's Little Sister

Being Karasuno’s Manager: Kageyama’s Crush

Being Karasuno’s Manager: Miss Manager likes to Bake

Being Karasuno’s Manager: Yaku falls for Miss Manager

Karasuno’s Group Chat/headcanons: Noya’s Confession

Being Karasuno’s Manager: Miss Manager Gets Bullied for her Weight (trigger warning: bullying; fat shaming)

Shiratorizawa 🦅

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Manager Falls Asleep on Ushijima

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Polyship with Tendou and Semi 🏳️‍🌈

Ushijima YN: Being Ushijima's Sister and Secretly Dating Kiyoko 🏳️‍🌈

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Manager with an Ampulated Leg

Ushijima YN: Measuring Up to Your Twin, Ushijima Wakatoshi

Being Shiratorizawa’s Manager: Trip to the Beach

Nekoma 🐈

Being Nekoma's Manager and Dating Yaku Morisake

New girl at Nekoma: Kuroo’s Crush

Being Nekoma’s Omega Manager: Alpha Bokuto’s Crush

Being Nekoma’s Emo Manager

Fukurodani 🦉

Being Fukurodani's Manager: Manager is Genderfluid/Genderqueer and struggling with Body Dysphoria 🏳️‍🌈

Polyship with Washio and Konoha 🏳️‍🌈

Inarizaki 🦊

Miya YN: Aka The Best Miya Triplet (Female Triplet)

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Miss Manager is dating Atsumu Miya

Being Atsumu's Girlfriend: You Are Insecure

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Dating Osamu Miya

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Atsumu Rejects Miss Manager and Regrets it

Cooking class: meeting Single Dad! Osamu

Being Inarizaki’s Manager: Miss Manager Breaks her Hand

Being Inarizaki’s Manager: Miss Manager is Cute and Shy

Being Inarizaki’s Manager: Manager Defends Inarizaki

Seijoh/Aoba Johsai 👑

Being Seijoh's Manager: Dating Terushima

Being Seijoh's Manager: Oikawa hurts our precious manager and Iwaizumi's crush

Being Seijoh's Manager: Kyoutani YN dating Terushima

Oikawa YN: Being Iwaizumi's Crush and Oikawa is a Jerk

Being Seijoh's Manager: Dating Matsukawa

Being Seijoh’s Manager: Having a Crush on Yahaba

Being Seijoh’s Manager: Dating Shinji Watari

Being Seijoh’s Manager: Manager is a Bookworm

Date Tech 🧱

Johzenji

Tsubakihara

Being Tsubakihara’s manager

Nohebi 🐍

Being Nohebi's Manager: Daishou's Little Sister (Reverse Harem)

Kuroo Yn: Dating Daishou

Itachiyama

Kamomedai

Being Kamomedai's Manager and Dating Izuru Nozawa

Being Kamomedai’s Manager: Korai Hoshiumi’s Crush

Timeskip! Teams

MSBY 🐺

MSBY's Manager: Being Atsumu's Crush and Pregnant

Polyship with MSBY senior members (Inunaki, Thomas, Meian and Barnes) 🏳️‍🌈

Dad! Atsumu Miya and Dad! Kotaro Bokuto: Life with their Boyfriends 🏳️‍🌈

Being MSBY's Manager: Miss Manager is a Single Mom

Being MSBY's Manager: Period Troubles

Being MSBY' Manager: Manager with a crush on Adriah Thomas

Being Sakusa's Wife: YN is pregnant

Gifting your husband boudoir photos featuring MSBY

Breaking Through: Future Mrs. Sakusa

Dating Beach Volleyball Star Shoyo Hinata

New Nail Day with MSBY

Schweiden Adlers

Gifting your husband boudoir photos featuring the Adlers

EJP Raijin

Being EJP’s Manager: Suna’s Crush

Sendai Frogs

Team Japan

Being Team Japan's Manager: Bokuto has a HUGE crush (Bokuto's Birthday headcanons)

Oikawa YN: Manager of Team Japan

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Happy Birthday Manager!

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Trip to the Bookstore

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Miss Manager gets her period

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Manger is Stressed

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Future Mx. Iwaizumi

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Manager into crafts

Being Team Japan’s Manager: Miss Manager is good with kids

Multiple Team/Character Headcannons

Afab, bi-gender person coming out as Asexual to their SO: Atsumu Miya,Satori Tendou, Yuu Nishinoya, Kotaro Bokuto 🏳️‍🌈

Polyship with Oikawa and Atsumu 🏳️‍🌈

Polyship with Kuroo and Bokuto 🏳️‍🌈

Old Friends: Being a Coach for MSBY and Team Japan featuring Yamaguchi and Kyoutani

Karasuno, Shiratorizawa, Inarizaki and Nekoma: Manager has an Art Exhibit TB

Karasuno, Nekoma and Seijoh: Miss Manager and the Mystery Man

Mini Headcannons

FWB! Atsumu (mild smut)

Potentially Triggering Headcannons

Being Nekoma's Manager: Finding Out Manager Recently Self Harmed

Akaashi, Bokuto and Kuroo reacting to their partner having a mental break down

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Haikyu! HeadCannon List

Completed List!

✨️cst 👉🏻 central standard time in the United States

🏳️‍🌈- LGBTQIA+ Friendly fic

Haikyu!

sfw headcannons

NEKOMA 🐈

Being Nekoma's Manager

Being Nekoma's Manager pt. 2

Being Nekoma's Manager and dating Akaashi Keiji

Being Nekoma's Manager and Crushing On Kuroo

Kuroo YN: Being Nekoma's Manager and Dating Kenma

SHIRATORIZAWA 🦅

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager pt. 2

Goshiki having a crush on Shiratorizawa's Manager feat. Shiratorizawa

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager pt 3: Manager in Trouble

Shiratorizawa's Manager Dating Ushiwaka

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager and secretly dating Shirabu Kenjirō

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager feat. Aoba Joshai: Manager with ADHD

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Semi's Musician SO

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Revisiting the Third Years

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Skater Girl Edition

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Manager with Autism

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Tendou Crushing On The Manager

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Manager with a Progressive Degenerative Eye Disease

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Miss Manager is Poly

Tsukishima YN: Being Shiratorizawa's Manager and Dating Ushiwaka

INARIZAKI 🦊

Being Inarizaki's Manager

Being Inarizaki's Manager: The Foxes make Miss Manger Cry

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Manager who loves Animals

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Foreign Exchange Student Manager

Miya YN: Being Inarizaki's Manager and Dating Kita

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Manager Dating Tendo

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Miss Manager is Sick

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Inarizaki's 2nd Years are Protective of Miss Manager

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Miss Manager Confesses as a joke to Atsumu

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Miss Manager is Adorable

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Manager Has a Secret Partner

FUKURODANI 🦉

Being Fukurodani's Manager

Bokuto Dating Fukurodani's Drum Major

Being Fukurodani's Manager: Manager Simping for Akaashi

Being Fukurodani's Manager: Manager with ADHD

Being Fukurodani's Manager: Gen Z Manager Edition

SEIJOH/ AOBA JOHSAI 👑

Being Seijoh/Aoba Johsai's Manager

Being Seijohs Manager: Miss Manager Crushes on Semi Eita

Being Seijoh's Manager/Oikawa's Sister: Crushing on Kageyama

Ushijima YN: Manager of Seijoh/ Dating Oikawa

Being Seijoh's Manager: Miss Manager Plays Volleyball

Oikawa YN: Being Seijoh's Manager and Secretly Dating Kageyama

Being Seijoh's Manager: Manager has a Cold Personality

Being Seijoh's Manager: Miss Manager Secretly Dating Iwaizumi

Being Seijoh's Manager: Lesbian Manager Edition 🏳️‍🌈

Being Seijoh's Manager: Manager Having a crush on Kyotani

Being Seijoh's Manager: Miss Manager Puts Oikawa in His Place

KARASUNO 🪶

Being Karasuno's Manager

Being Karasuno's Manager pt 2: Crows Fly To Nationals

Small, Cute and Fiery: Being Asahi Azumane's Girlfriend

Being Asahi's Crush

Being Karasuno's Manager: Glow Up Edition

Being Karasuno's Manager: Glow Up Pt. 2

Being Karasuno's Manager and Secretly Dating Daichi

Being Karasuno's Manager: Group Outing with the Crows

Being Karasuno's Manager: Protecting Our Precious Crows

Being Karasuno's Manager: Secretly Dating Semi Eita

Being Karasuno's Manager: Yamaguchi Having a Crush on Karasuno's Manager

Being Karasuno's Manager: Manager with a Progressive Degenerative Eye Disease

Being Karasuno's Manager: Polyship with Noya and Asahi

Being Karasuno's Manager: Manager with ADHD

Ukai YN: Karasuno's Support Squad featuring Suga and Asahi

Being Karasuno's Manager: Manager Rejecting Oikawa

Takeda YN: Being Karasuno's Assitant Coach and Multilingual Expert

Kageyama YN: Karasuno's Manager, Kageyama's Twin Sister and Dating Kyotani

DATE TECH 🧱

Being Date Tech's Manager: Dating Aone Takanobu

ITACHIYAMA INSTITUTE 💚

Being Itachiyama's Manager: Breaking Through Sakusa's Walls

MSBY 🐺

Being Poly with MSBY 🏳️‍🌈

Being MSBY's Manager: Relationship Troubles with Atsumu

Being MSBY's Manager: Relationship Troubles with Sakusa

JAPAN'S NATIONAL TEAM 🏅

Being Japan National Volleyball Team Manager

Being Japan National Volleyball Team Manager: Miss Manager is Built

Being Japan National Volleyball Team Manager: Manager does MMA/Boxing

Tendou YN: Japan National Men's Volleyball Team Manager and Dating Ushiwaka

Being Japan Nationals Men's Volleyball Teams Manager: Secretly Dating Oikawa

Being Japan National Men's Volleyball Teams Manager: Team Is Protective

Being Team Japan's Manager: Relationship Troubles with Bokuto

MULTIPLE TEAMS

Aone and Ushiwaka with an SO whose on the Swim Team

Happy Birthday Miss Manager

BBQ At Team Manager's House featuring Inarizaki and Shiratorizawa

The Haikyuu Boys: SO Who Can Sing

First Date with Team Captains- Futakuchi, Terushima and Kuroo

The Haikyuu Boys: Walking in on Miss Manager Changing

American Foreign Exhange Manager: Karasuno and Shiratorizawa Edition

Karasuno, Fukurodani and Inarizaki with a Manager Who loves Big Breed Dogs

Kageyama and Ushiwaka with a Cosplayer SO

Mini Headcannons

Being Shiratorizawa's manager: Shiratorizawa supports their Manager during a race

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Manager with an Eating Disorder

Inarizaki Helping their Heartbroken Manager

NSFW headcannons

Dating Date Tech's Aone Takanubo (SFW and NSFW) headcannons

Potentially Triggering Headcannons

Kenma, Kuroo, Ushiwaka and Tendo find Someone Violating their SO

Daichi, Asahi and Yamaguchi react to their Girlfriends Ex Being a Jerk

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Manager Recovering from Bulimia

Being Inarizaki's Manager: Manager Having a Anxiety/Depressive Disorder

The HQ Boys Helping You Deal with Loss: Nekoma, Karasuno and Fukurodani

The Third Gym Squard Helps Their Manager Deal with a Toxic Past

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Miss Manager has Abusive Parents

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager: Miss Manager is in an Abusive Relationship

Headcannon Collabs

(Haikyu! X Attack on Titan Fandoms)

SECRET ADMIRER COLLAB WITH @axoxtxhxh!

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Does he fuck or make love ?

Includes; Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Kunikida, Atsushi, Nikolai, Fyodor

Tags; SMUT/NSFW, fem!reader. rough sex, biting, teasing, overstimulation, nicknames(Belladonna; Doll), pure filth

Fucks

How can he resist when you're his cute little Belladonna? To DAZAI, your whines are like blissful bells to his ears, each moan causing his cock to twitch just the slightest bit in your mushy walls. Each time you look away from him, his nimble fingers go to the bring your face back towards his, chin grasped firmly with his fingers- and when he isn't busy keeping your attention, the pad of his thumb is making work at your core coaxing more whimprs fall from your mouth. Hickeys and blemishes of purple dots litter around your shoulders and inner thighs, his pace was relentless but you just felt so good. Even as tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes, Dazai pays little mind, he may even tease you for it- he came to recognize all your repsonses, he'll quickly become aware if anything was truly causing you discomfort. Afterall, his cock feels so warm and welcoming in your cunt, it was a wonderful opportunity to fuck you up.

" My my~ my sweet Belladonna, barely started and you're sobbing. Worry not, my darling- I'll make you feel good, just keep those pretty eyes on me alright~"

He's a little jerk that loves to see the sheer desperation in your face as you work yourself off his dick. RANPO is quite lazy and a tease at that, he'll make you work for it, laying down, hands behind his head(that or fumbling with your chest) all while your muscles strain to keep bouncing on his hard cock. He quite addicted to the sight befor him; your fucked out expression, lips glistened with drool all by your own doing. He makes you beg for it, telling him what it is you desire. Tongue clicking that you were 'simply giving up now?'But soon enough, his hands plant on your waist and he proceeds to thrust into you without any remorse. His smirk only grows at the mewls you make as his dick hits every right spot. And he adores how you prettily arch your back off the bed, arms reaching out to him for support. Even as you reach your release, his pace doesn't falter, the filthy sounds continuing to echo in the room. His mouth only adds to your torment, spewing out teases that turn your face a crimson red. Any attempts at shielding your burning cheeks is met with a gentle slap against your thigh.

" Don't coward now, Y/N~ not when your were just begging me to take over~ I must say you look adorable like this."

FYODOR loves to see you beg for his cock. He'll over stimulate you with his fingers, tongue, kneading your skin with greedy hands and he'll do this for hours. He pays little mind to your whimpers or how you feebly grabbed onto his shoulder for support. 'Tell what is it is you truly want, my dear.' He would say, lips lazily burshing agaisnt your cheek and fingers curling within your heat. At that point all you could do was babble his name incoherently, chest heaving as shivers ran down your spine at the immense pleasure. Fyodor would tut, you became so dumb with just his fingers alone, tears pricking your irises and thighs clenching together begging for more. Soon enough he'll have your legs wide open, bottoming out with just one thrust. That was in itself was enough to make you see stars, but Fyodor's hips were already setting a brutal pace slapping into you again and again and again. A smirk grew on his face as tears started to prick the corners of your eyes; seeing your fucked out expression becomes a sight that engraves itself in his brain forever, impaled and marked by him and him alone.

" You take me so well, darling. Now don't start crying, you were asking me to fuck you like this just a couple minutes ago. Now be a good little dear and take what I give you."

Makes Love

KUNIKIDA doesn't like saying he fucked you- no, the term is too vulgar and not a proper representation of the feelings he has towards you. Yes, he can rather rough- especially when you're brat- but in many instances, he's very attentive and places your own pleasure before his own. Even now that he has you all spread out against the mattress, his length deep within your most sensitive spots, his always being aware of your comfort. He's aware of his own strength, his cock can easily spear you in half and make tears run down your face, but unless provoked otherwise or requested by you, he keeps himself in check. He has a pace that makes you both feel good, his lips brushing your cheek whilst you mewl beneath him. Sweet nothings and praises drips from his voice at every chance he gets, making sure you know well just how good you make him feel; a low groan would escape him whenever you clench around him, fingers taking you vacant hand or drawing shapes at your cilt. His pace gradually speeds up, adoring the way you lock your legs around his waist. He wants to make he fulfill all your desires, afterall he feels good if you do as well.

"A-ah- you take me so well, my love. Such a good girl, taking me so well. Just a little more, okay? Just like that."

ATSUSHI finds every part of your body to mesmerizing; he always so gentle and careful when kneading at you skin, asking if 'this was okay?' Or 'do you feel good?' He reciprocated your red blush, setting a gentle pace enjoyable to the both of you. Small love bites littered your shoulders, areas in which you can easily cover up, only for his eyes to view alone; he would press chaste kisses to those marks his way of apologizing for being too rough. Soft moans and mumbles of praise would escape him whenever you carded your fingers through his hair. His eyes would pinch shut as gave his length kitten licks, his words of encouragementmeeting no ends. In intimate moments such as these, he finds himself subconsciously grabbing your hand, gently squeezing it as you both approach your high. Atushi gently wipes away your tears as he thrusts into you a bit harder, his thighs trembling with how deep he went. As he approaches his climax, the only coherent words were his expressions of 'I love you.'

" So good, you feel so- good. Ah- y/n, I- Love so much, I can't p-properly express it-! Please cum with me, please-"

Both?! Both !

He tries to be gentle(unless you otherwise wish for him to be rough) and make you feel so good and loved, but the moment you clench around his cock, CHŪYA loses all control. Your legs were wide, bascially folded in half beneath him. His thrust only speeds up, defined arms holding onto your hips- bruises were sure to form with his grip. But the moment tears prick the corners of you eyes, Chūya would pause. As much he was close to his own sweet release the last thing he wishes was for you to be in genuine pain. A chuckle would escape him as you mumble how good he made you feel, your words causing his dick to twitch, only adding to your pleasure with a whine. His hips resumed to rut against you, his lips connecting with many parts of your body; collarbone, chest, wrist. All before finally connecting with your lips, muffling your cries as you reach your climax. He may be rearranging your insides as his tip kisses your cervix and rubs on all the best spots, but that's how he shows he loves you.

" You must be addicted to my dick given the look on your face. If you keep squriming amd making those sounds, I won't be able to hold myself back. But thats maybe what you want, isn't that right Doll?"

It's quite difficult to read NIKOLAI'S expression, especially in heat of the moment when pleasure rocks through your entire body with each precise movement of his hips. Your face is buried within the pillows, your euphony of sounds muffled as his long fingers wrap around the curve of your neck. He applied menial pressure but it was enough to send jolts of pleasure and fear down your shine. How long have you been in this position? You've lost count. Perhaps it was cruel of Nikolai to make you continue like this, panting and grabbing the headboard for support; but the sweet moans and hiccups you echoed back at him- the way your tongue rolled his name when he thrusted into the right spot- it was addicting and he shamelessly succumbed to the pleasure. He would chuckle at the whimpers you make as his thrust grow harder, the sounds of your filthy actions echoing in the room. Purple and red crescent moons formed along the sides of your thighs where his fingertips gripped onto tightly. Along with forming blemishes came the display of bites along back of your neck. He would bite down hard and without worse, his cock twitching at your whines of pleasure and pain. But not matter, he will gladly lick away your tears while his words say the most meanest of things with a dabble of praise in between. But with how clench around his cock, he knows youre adoring it just as much. He could be unpredictable, but he knew how to make you so weak.

" My pretty darling, is the pleasure too much for you, hm~? But I must admit, you feel wonderful, clenching me around like that~ I feel as though I can do this all night. What do you say, care to test the limits~? "

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