Strain. | Sakusa Kiyoomi + F!Reader

“I want to bring him peace”

Lmao, I want my pussy to drive him insane. I want him to experience possessive, violent urges at my existence that consume his every waking thought.

12:57pm — itoshi sae

the match was about to start. it was finally time to face his younger brother, sadly, you weren’t there yet due to classes. but you did promise that you would go as soon as you can once you manage to sneak off. 

sae <;33: don’t sneak off classes, idiot. you’ll see me after. 

you: no >:(( i have to see you play !!! what kind of lover would i be if i don’t!!!

sae <;33: a lover that gets good grades.

you: lol no, im omw :P 

sae shook his head, a small smile on his face only to be wiped in a few seconds due to the onslaught of players entering the locker room. 

his usually impassive face was plastered as he tried to listen to the puppet coach attempt to lead the team. to the coach’s credit, he was doing a good job at hyping the U-20 team up but sae knows that it’s all talk and it would be a hassle to help this team win. 

but he had a bet to win and god knows how competitive this man is. 

so with an internal roll of his eyes, he let his teammates leave the room, adrenaline pumping in their veins as they heard the loud cheers. 

once sae deems the coast clear, he opens his phone once more and sees that you sent him a new message. 

you: i’m here! you better look for me >:(( i look so cute in this outfit! 

and indeed you did, you were adorned in one of his sweaters, his favorite one, and it was styled in a way that sae liked. you looked adorable and sae couldn’t help but let out a smile as he scanned the picture you sent him. 

“oh?” his head shoots up at the voice ahead of him. “it turns out that underlashed senpai can smile.” shidou teases as he drapes an arm around the redhead. 

“shame we can’t see it often.” sae rolled his eyes before brushing shidou’s arm around him. 

“let’s get this over with, benchwarmer.” sae says as he walks away after locking his phone and placing it in his locker. 

shidou teasingly tuts. “if i manage to score three goals, will you show me the one who makes you smile?” 

“in your fucking dreams.” was all sae said before leaving the tanned male behind. if anyone were to notice the red on sae’s face. he’d call them delusional, but no one can miss the way he scanned the audience, looking for someone in particular.

and he knows he can’t deny the way his gaze softened ever so slightly when he saw you in the crowd.

note/s: this was buried in the drafts, i had to get it out. so here, have soft!sae

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Description: Sometimes In the heat of the moment, you don’t always make it to the bedroom. Here’s some scenarios of some of the windbreaker boys fucking you anywhere but your bed.

Characters: Jo Togame, Toma Hiragi, Hajime Umemiya, & Haruka Sakura

Word Count: 2.7k

Tags: fem!reader, public sex, rough sex, praise, degradation, dirty talk, penetrative sex, handjobs, oral (m!receiving), hair pulling, mentions of being caught, daddy calling, brat taming, slight sub themes in Sakura’s.

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a/n: This has been sitting in my mind for quite some time so I needed to get it out of my system. Also, this is my first time writing for Hiragi so please let me know what you think, I hope I did him some justice. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

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The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes off the walls of the empty auditorium like a crescendo. Togame especially loved fucking you in the abandoned auditorium because the beautiful sounds that you made for him reverberated off the walls in such a way that made your voice carry and come straight back to his ears. Only serving to make him want you to make more. “Jo please, fuck, what if someone comes.” You whimper, the fear of being caught overwhelmed by the pleasure you were feeling from the snap of his hips.

“Then they’d get quite the show, wouldn’t they princes??” He chuckles, deep and breathy in your ear. You feel the heat rush to your cheeks in embarrassment at the thought of someone walking in on you both. Seeing Togame’s large hands gripping the plush of your waist, your body clad in nothing save for his Shishitoren jacket as he fucks you into the hard linoleum floors of the stage. His deep laughter hits your ear once more, his voice coming out in that slow drawl that always served to send a rush of heat to your cunt.

“But… judging by the way your pretty pussy just clamped down on me.. I’d say you wouldn’t mind that too much.. would you baby?”

His grin is lazy and full of mischief when he pulls away, looking down at you with half lidded eyes as he drags his cock back, leaving only the tip of himself still inside before slamming his full length back into you in one harsh thrust. He sets a brutal pace after that, effectively cutting off any argument you had against his words, corners of your vision going blurry from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. “Jo, fuck, please” You cry out, your voice carrying in the empty auditorium so loud it had you attempting to cover your mouth to conceal the noises you were making, afraid someone passing by would hear.

His eyes darken, hips ceasing all movement, as he looks down at you with a lifted eyebrow. You were quick to remove your hand, knowing how much he loved to hear you and knowing he would come to a full stop until he could hear you once more. “Jo, please, ‘m sorry please don’t stop” He smirks at the sound of your begging, your voice carrying once more. “Thats right doll, let me hear you. I don’t want you to hold back a single fucking sound do you understand that darling?”

The sounds of his hips slamming against yours, the noises falling from both of your lips and the squelching of your wetness as he fucks into you filling the room once more. “You hear that pretty girl? Hear how fucking wet you are for me? How sloppy your pretty cunt has gotten for me angel? So good pretty girl, so good for me, my only complaint is how wasteful it is to have you dripping like this without me down there to lap up every fucking drop of your sweetness princess.” He continues the snapping of his hips recklessly against yours. Your cries of his name egging him on every syllable you let out going straight to his cock. Sure you both could fuck in your shared bed, but where was the fun in that? Especially when the sounds you make for him echo so deliciously off these walls and only spur him on to see just how loud you could get for him.

You had brought this on yourself, you know you did, but how could you be expected to control yourself while on the back if his bike? The two of you had gone on a late night drive on his motorcycle, he always looked so sexy driving his bike, his large hands switching gears as he rested them on the handlebars. His thighs straddling the bike as he drives it with ease, weaving in and out of traffic, head tilting back every so often to make sure you were okay. It had started innocent enough, your hands placed on his chest to keep yourself steady as he drove, feeling his muscles through the fabric of his shirt. Rubbing up and down as you rested your cheek on his broad back.

But as you watched him drive, your hands slid farther south. He had given you a warning glance, one which you ignored as you let your hands continue to wander. The vibrations of the bikes engine spurring your movements. The only thing separating you from the leather were your panties, wearing a skirt that Hiragi had warned you “was not proper riding attire”. You feel his breath hitch as your hands slid to his thighs , inching closer to where a tent was starting to form in those tight pants he always wears. Your fingers eventually curled around his hardening member, the bike lurching as he was caught off guard.

That was what led you to where you were now, your hair wrapped around Hiragi’s fist, him using it as leverage to arch your back further towards him. The two of you pulled over to the side of the road in a more secluded wooded area as Hiragi has you bent over his bike, taking you from behind.

“You can never behave can you, pretty girl? Here I was just wanting to go on a nice ride with my girl, but someone couldn’t keep their hands to themselves could they?” Hiragi groans through gritted teeth. His eyes rolled back once more hearing his name slips past your lips hips bucking involuntarily as his cock head kisses your deepest parts.

Hiragi wasnt sure how much longer he would be able to remain his composure. His teeth sink into the crook of your neck, he cant control the roll of his hips at the words that slip from your lips. Cock throbbing in need. His hand is quick to slide to the inside of your thigh wishing he was able to see just how beautiful you were spread wide for him. He lets his fingers curl around your throat squeezing just enough to make gaining air flow a bit difficult, now using your throat as leverage to pull you back against him.

His sharp canines digging into the supple flesh of your neck as the thumb of his begins rubbing slow dragging circles against your puffy clit. “Take all of me princess, gonna fill you up so deep. Always so tight for me darling.” Cries of his name fall from your lips like a mantra, meeting his thrusts as best as you can, eyes rolling back from the intense pleasure. “I wanna come with you, Toma, please let me.” You whispered breathlessly as you reach the precipice of orgasm head fuzzy and thoughtless as your walls spasm around his cock.

Your release triggering his own as he paints your walls white. The two of you lean over the bike, attempting to catch your breaths. Hiragi slips from inside you, sliding your panties back in place, punctuating the action with a swift slap to your ass. “Now, lets see if we can finish this ride without me having to pull over again to take care of my needy girl, yeah?” He grins mounting the bike once more, both of you knowing this was far from over, anticipating what awaited you as you head back home.

He grins against your lips, head ducking down to take a hardened bud between his lips, tongue lolling against it, coming to a point to flick at the sensitive area before letting his teeth capture it. Pulling his head back to tug until releasing, pupils blows wide seeing the bounce of the plush flesh he was rewarded with. He was quick to give the other nipple the same treatment. Hands trailing from your ankles to your knees, forcing your legs apart further under his strong grip. He groans into your chest as he feels your hands on him hand making a trail up the inside of your thigh, thumb pressing against the hood of your clit before rubbing slow agonizing circles as he continues his attention to your nipples.

Fingers slipping from your center, he grips your panties by the waistband, expertly sliding them from your hips leaving you entirely bare before him. Fingers digging into the flesh of your ass he pulls your hips flush against his own giving an experimental roll of his hips, hardened cock rubbing against your center.

“Thats right my pretty little kitten, my perfect fucken princess.” He groaned against your skin, head ducking to your neck once more, teeth sinking into the delicate skin tongue soothing the area. Now that he was sunk completely in, he gives an experimental snap of his hips, your pleas guiding each motion of his hips. He picks up the pace, angling his hips just right to nudge that sensitive spot deep inside you.

“Go on princess wanna hear you say my name angel, bet you cant even finish it can you my pretty baby.” He teases against your skin, hips picking up their pace. His hands hook under your knees, pulling you until your ass was hanging off the desk, so he could lay you back, both of you so caught in your actions that you hadnt noticed the red light flashing on the soundboard of the desk he had laid you on in the announcement room.

He presses your knees to your chest now able to hit a much deeper angle. Groaning a long growl of your name and a slew of profanities as the sound of his hips meeting yours fills the room. “You hear that princess? How wet my cunt is for me angel, sounds like a fucken symphony kitten.” He groans against your skin, hips slamming into yours “Fuck Hajime, please, I’m close. Wanna come, please let me Daddy.”

The coil had been tight in his abdomen, but he would hold out, he wouldnt allow himself to fall over the edge before you had. He picks up the pace once more, thrusts growing sloppy under the pleasure. His thumb quickens its pace pressing harder against the bundle of nerves. “Go on on princess, come for me, wanna feel those pretty walls clamp down on my cock. Fuuck just like that kitten” His movements growing erratic as you both were nearing your highs.

Just as you were about to be thrown over the edge the sound of loud bangs on the door fill your ears, swiftly jerking you and Umemiya apart from each other. It was only moments later that you heard Hiragi’s exasperated voice ring out. “Umemiya you idiot the loudspeaker, its on you dumbass!!” Your eyes blown wide cheeks flusing deeply at the knowledge that the entore school had heard you both for gods knows how long. Umemiyas boisterous laughter is all that is heard before the intercom goes off. “Oopsies silly me, well I guess theres no question of who you belong to know is there, babygir?” The smirk that grazes his lips making you question if that was an accident at all.

“Are you outta your fucken mind?!” Comes Sakuras harsh whisper, his face a deep maroon, his lips pressed to your ear to keep the words between you both. “Hm?” You barely acknowledge him, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly. As if you hadn’t just unbuckled his pants under the table at Kotoha’s restaurant. As if you weren’t currently sat across from Nirei, Suo, and Kiryu while pulling Sakura’s semi-hard cock from his pants. As if you weren’t wrapping your delicate fingers around his length, thumb swiping his tip to collect the precoma that was starting to bubble over the head of his cock.

“Are you alright Sakura?” Nirei asks innocently, unaware of what you were inflicting upon your poor shy boyfriend. Sakura’s eyes blow wide, the attention now on him, all while you never stopped your movements. Now pumping his length slowly, careful not to move your arm too much and reveal what you were doing. Sakura for once was grateful for Suo’s teasing, his words catching the attention of the other two males sat at the table with you both. “That’s our Sakura, always so bashful, he’s probably all flustered from sitting next to his girlfriend.” He claims his signature smile resting on his face. “Why don’t we go put in our orders, give poor Sakura some time to cool down, hm?” He says, standing the other two following him to the counter.

Sakura’s red face turns to yours sharply once they were out of earshot, grateful at least for the secluded corner booth you were both sat in. “Are you crazy?! We’re gonna get caught, knock it off.” He whispers sharply, only to be met with a grin from you. His body betrays his words, hips bucking to meet your movements. “What was that Haru? Cause it seems to me like you don’t want me to stop.~” You tease, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, looking over to see the boys caught in a conversation with the brunette at the counter. Taking advantage of their distraction as you slide quickly under the table. “Better be quick then, baby. Don’t want them to find out how much you’re loving this do you?”

You hook your hand on the base, tongue lolling out to lick a fat stripe up the underside of him, looking up at him with hooded eyes from under the table. You let your tongue circle his fat mushroom tip, letting your lips close around him, sucking his tip harshly. Sakura’s hand immediately coming to tangle in your hair and teeth coming down to bite on his bottom lip, harsh, to the point of drawing blood. In order to conceal any noises that would attempt to fall from his lips. He feels you lick the underside of his length, groaning loudly when he feels your tongue run along his sensitive tip. He attempts to make eye contact with you, but that doesn’t last long, face planting into the table to hide his reddened cheeks and any expressions that would give away what was occurring beneath the table. “We’re gonna get caught..” He whimpers, stuttering over his words from the pleasure you were giving him.

“Well you better be quick then, Haru.~” You tease, your words slightly muffled from the head of his cock. Resuming your pace, head bobbing up and down as you take more of him into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. The feeling has him seeing stars. Hips now coming up to buck against your tongue, while his own lolled out of his mouth drool dripping down his chin. “Fuck baby, fuck you feel s-so fuckin, shit, gonna fucking burst if you keep that up.” He whimpers, his hips stuttering as the coil building in his abdomen threatens to snap. Humming against his length at his words, almost as if to say that’s the whole point. Quickening your pace, free hand coming to rest against his balls messaging them feeling the contractions. Your eyes locking with his from your position sends him over the edge. Sakura was quick to bite his knuckles, muffling his sounds as he comes down your throat. Swallowing another groan as he watches you swallow all of him. Jolting upright hearing footsteps approach, hurriedly tucking his softening member into his pants once more.

His eyes blown wide as the other’s sit down with their orders, settling themselves into their seats. “Hey, where’d y/n go?” Kiryu askes, tilting his head. Sakura scrambles for something to say in his post-orgasmic haze, only for you to cut him off popping up from under the table. “Sorry I dropped my spoon, I got it.” You giggle, faux-innocence lacing your tone. “Might need a new one though, this black and white milkshake is thick. Could barely suck it through my straw. Could I borrow yours baby?” You ask with an innocent smile, licking the corner of your mouth. Though the snort Suo lets out around the rim of his teacup tells you that he knew exactly what had just taken place. Sakura’s cheeks so red he thought he would die from blood loss on the spot.

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This was WAYYYY longer than I anticipated but it’s me, are we surprised?? This was so much fun might do a part two if im feelin frisky. But I hope you enjoyed, see you next time!

Kotatsu Kisses

Pairing: Kozume Kenma x F!Reader

AN: Like I say in the tags, I should have been working on my Secret Santa fic, but popped this out instead i’m so sorry :/ Idk where this came from tbh. Just general Kenma brainrot + thinking about the absolutely massive kotatsu he canonically owns. Y’all should look at some luxury kotatsu, they’re huge and I want one for myself tbh. He’s just so fucking pretty, I can’t stand it sometimes uwu. To everyone that suggested colors, thank you! But I couldn’t get the Nintendo Joy-Con Red suggestion out of my head jakeigajweo so hopefully I got kinda close lmao!

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Post-Time Skip, Exhibitionism, uuuuuh Non-consensual Voyeurism but its an accident lmao, Oral Sex (f!receiving), Face Sitting, Inappropriate Uses of a Kotatsu, Established Relationship, mild Dom/sub undertones if you squint, PIV Smut, Dirty Talk, Kenma being v hot n horny, no beta we die like men!

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The loud sound of a key being aggressively shoved into the lock of your front door makes your head pop up from the top of the kotatsu, eyes wide upon the haggard though unexpected appearance of Kuroo Tetsuro, wearing a rumpled button up and loosened tie, clearly just off of work. His presence brings a blast of wintry air that makes you wince and draw your shoulders up to your ears.

“K-Kuroo?” You squeak in shock. Knees hit the bottom of the table, the thud muted thanks to the blankets draped around the edge of it.

“Hey,” he grunts, looking angry. He tries to toe out of his dress shoes, practically hissing at them when they don’t immediately come off. He bends down to yank at the laces. “Where the fuck is Kenma? He won’t answer my texts.”

Your mouth pops open but nothing comes out. You wiggle where you sit, the brief moment of silence between you filled with the cheerful music coming from the abandoned Switch on the table.

Kuroo looks up at your silence, squinting in his glare. “Hey, where is he?”

You flounder under his blatant irritation and your own hesitation. “I…He went…o-out.” You swallow, taking a steadying breath, attempting to adjust yourself but feeling the grip on your ass tighten. You can’t help squeezing your legs together as much as they can where you kneel. Which…isn’t much. Anxiety and mild humiliation begins to mix deliciously with everything else you’re feeling while you struggle to keep your shoulders back and from flinching under Kuroo’s gaze.

“Out?” Kuroo scoffed, glancing towards the hallway. “Do you know when he’ll come back?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, stepping up into your home and striding further inside.

“N…” Lips suction to your clit so quickly you jump with a choked off breath, pulling away so slowly your eyes flutter and you slump forward again with a shudder, rolling your hips down on Kenma’s face. He gives a muted groan, hands squeezing at your ass again, pulling you back towards his mouth. You can’t quite stop the moan that drawls from you, croaky and agonized. “Nnnoooo…?”

You swear you feel Kenma huff a hot breath of laughter against your pussy.

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Thinking about slow sensual sex with Osamu in missionary as he’s drilling your shit because Atsumu was flirting with you on accident (drunk) and instead of ‘Samu getting pissed he gets insecure because he’s had a rough week at work so he’s pouring all his emotions into it and holding you tight cos he’s afraid you’ll leave him and he’s sucking hickeys into your neck whilst whispering praise and love confession into your ear and 😀 this shit bussin

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i’ve been on osamu brainrot for a long while now like :((( and this just :(((

atsumu didn’t mean to flirt with you. he’s a natural flirt sober, so it’s imaginable how he’d be drunk. it’s not that he chose to flirt with you out of spite for his brother, or even just to get on his nerves slightly. he just did. so you wait for your boyfriend to snap back at him, to get angry and to shove him off of you, to possessively pull you to him. anything. 

except all he does is just sigh lowly and lean close to you till his forehead’s nearly resting against your shoulder, before he whispers, “can we please go home?” and his voice is uncharacteristically small, a little bit shaky, and so, so tired. you wouldn’t have thought twice any other occasion, but today, you make effort in actually leaving as possible as you can. your hand is in his the whole time until the both of you are safely home. 

the first thing he does once the door shuts behind you is pull you into a searing kiss. it’s passionate and soft and breathtaking, the way it always is with osamu. but there’s something there that unidentifiable for you. you can’t seem to put a finger on what’s— different. but all you know is that something is off. either way, you’re quick to lose yourself in the kiss, like always, allowing him to guide you to your shared bedroom, to strip you of your clothes, to strip himself of his, to kiss you open mouthed as he lays you on the mattress ever so gently. 

he sinks into you so slowly, his face buried in the crook of your neck. and it doesn’t lift up from there. his hands roam free and his lips kiss at your neck and his teeth sink into your skin as he pants and gasps against you, thrusting inside of you deeply, but his face is completely turned away from you. it’s not completely off till you realize he hasn’t made a move to kiss you at all, but he always leaves you a little brainless when he fucks you, no matter how he’s fucking you, so you let him. you let him hide against you, his hands squeezing at your sides and hips as you finally hear him let out a broken, “i love you, i love you—” and his chest heaves, his breath hiccups as he adds a small, whimpering, “please—”

like he’s— like he’s begging you to hear him. to hear him and acknowledge that he loves you, he loves you so much, and that you love him too. he’s begging tell me you love me too, tell me you love me, tell me you love me— because he’s just so tired. tired of simply being miya atsumu’s brother, tired of placing second, tired of not being wanted, not being admired, not being loved. and he’s so scared, so scared that he’ll eventually fall so far behind, fall so deep within the shadow of his brother that it’ll be too dark to navigate. and who is he in comparison to someone like his brother? how can he be so sure that you do love him? and that it won’t be so easy to love his brother instead? 

so he begs, silently, quietly, tell me you love me, tell me you love me, tell me you love me—

and you do. with your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close to you, close as you ever will be and ever can be, as he sharply and slowly thrusts into you, you tell him you love him, you love him so much, forever and always. 

“always you, samu,” you promise, lips pressed to his temple, breath shaky and limbs trembling. “only you, and always you.” 

and he tries, he tries so hard to believe you. he tries, and tries, and tries. with his face still hidden from you, and his heart in his throat, he tries. for you. 

omg dee, i cannot stop thinking about feral hawks just fucking destroying you after he gets home from a mission. just absolutely taking what he wants because he can only see in red. - jay :3

Feral Hawks is my favorite kind of Hawks 🥵

Contains: 18+, a feral hawks 

He spends half the day fantasizing the things he wants to do to you when he gets home. Time couldn’t have gone slow enough today until finally, he’s free finally, allowed to race home under the dark yet twinkling sky. 

He hopes you aren’t sleep. 

Well actually, it doesn’t matter if you are or not because he has no reservations right now in jostling your body awake with his cock. 

He needs you and if doesn’t have you soon, he’ll go absolutely insane.

The second he enters the home, he’s frantic in his beeline to the bedroom, shrugging off his jacket and tumbling over his pants in his trek.

His heavy breathing is what snaps your attention from the television to the doorway, your slightly widened eyes locking with the crazed look in his golden pair. He’s naked, his cock twitching slightly against his abdomen, the soft crimson of his wings seeming to ripple. The hungry and almost feral look in his eyes scare you a bit, but its also sending a familiar throb deep within. You know what this is, finding the behavior to be a somewhat rare occurrence.

“Kei-” His name isn’t fully off your tongue before he’s pouncing on you in an instant. He doesn’t even bother in stripping you fully of your clothes. The shirt you're wearing is shoved up against your chest, revealing your breasts and pebbled nipples. He fists both the waistband of your panties and lounge pants, yanking them down with a jarring rip. 

He’s already bottoming out inside of your pussy when you part your lips, wanting to say something. You’re given no time to adjust before his hips are snapping savagely against you, your body arching deeply against the mattress. Its almost painful the way his cock pistons in and out of you, producing a pleasurable sting as he drags himself along the tight ridges of your walls. His mouth is on you, wet and sloppy with kisses and bites, trailing from your lips to your jaw, neck and shoulders. His teeth show no mercy as he marks you up, sucking the flesh until he’s satisfied with the ugly splotches that begin to form. 

“K-Keigo! Fu-fuck!” 

Hawks’ so deep in his one track mind, intentions fully on fucking you full into the mattress that he doesn’t even register your choked cries, glistening eyes, or the nails scraping desperately against his back. 

He shifts with a growl, his hands pressed against the back of your knees as he shoves them apart and upwards. The new positions allows his cock to drive into you much deeper, his strokes sending an onslaught of near stars behind your wet eyes. The shivering of his wings sends a subtle breeze as he’s fucking into you with fervor, his thrusts not even giving the opportunity for you to cry out his name. 

It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to rip through you, sending your pussy convulsing around his dick as a squeal sounds from your throat. He feels you holding him in like a vice and he grits his teeth, pushing through the slight resistance you cause.

It seems an hour’s passed as you’re spent, sore, and tired and yet your rag-doll seeming form doesn’t deter him as he continues fucking you all through the evening, the ferality within him showing no sign of stopping no time soon.

haikyuu boys while doing ‘it’

warnings: NSFW

note: spicy headcanon ahead. happy sinning SKHDHDHDHS 💀✨✨ there will be part 2 swear jdhdhd ✨✨

terushima — edges you till you’re crying out. will probably stop midway just to let you know how deep he is. that type of jerk that will let you answer an incoming call from your phone while he’s doing ‘it’ and forces you to hold a smooth conversation while he pounces on you mercilessly. his tongue piercing will come in handy especially when he’s in a mood of eating you down there.

oikawa — does ‘it’ in front of the mirror. degrades you while he does the deed. a daredevil— would be doing it everywhere he pleases. he’ll overstimulate you.

ushijima — grabs you by the jaw to look at your eyes intently and drags a low “you belong to me”

asahi — worships your body. likes to get his hair pulled.

kageyama — wouldn’t know he’s being rough but you don’t mind at all. good with his hands. into ice play but he has his own thing. ice into milk cube and will wait for it to melt and he will slowly lick it out 👅 🦋

tendou — is really good with his hands. slides one lithe finger after the another. car sex. makes fun of you. would probably laugh when you’re close to tears. his tongue is long doee… so expect cumming with just the use of his sinful tongue ;))))

daichi — he’s a dom, period. moans in your ear while pounding his hips onto the crook of your ass. slaps your ass cause he can. is that motherfucker that will go gentle and all smiley in public and then one moment you’ll hear him whisper down your ear, “I can’t wait for u to call me daddy..” 😏

yamaguchi — he’s a total softie and would constantly ask you every now and then if you’re okay. he’s into pleasuring you more than pleasuring himself. he will intertwine his hands with you cause he’s a softie. leaves small kisses on your temple while he goes in and out. might be kissing your tears away when he goes into you and taking you by surprise. 

bokuto — has a praise kink. would go faster if you call him a good boy or when you compliment him. master at aftercare. feels cocky when he sees you unable to walk the next morning. eats it like it’s the only thing existing. goes rough when you ask him to slow down. 

lev — ceo of picking you up so he can go into you further. awkward at first but will get the hang of it. asks you if you’re comfortable or is the current position okay? compliments at how flexible you are. 

kenma — lets you go under his gaming desk to do your thing while he go on stream. moans in your ear. might be into cat ears and leash. 

BNHA NATION HOW WE FEELINGGG

BE MY MISTAKE.

    genre. angst (fluff, if you can see it)     pairing. atsumu x f!reader, osamu appears for a bit     synopsis. he loves you, he really does. but too bad you’re the mistake ─ whereby a hidden stash of letters reveal his true feelings. (this is based on the song “be my mistake” by the 1975)     word count. 3.7k    

part two (the answer is still you) || part three (learning to love)

author note. thank you so much @animatedarchives for beta-reading this for me hehe i just can’t get this song out of my head and absolutely had to write about it, and also it so happens his birthday is coming soon so i hope y’all like this <3

Atsumu Miya is both a blatant perfectionist and a passionate lover.

The former more usually relates to Atsumu as a volleyball player. On the court he’s a perfect picture of confidence and seriousness. If there’s one thing you’ve realised over the years is that he has ridiculously high expectations for himself (and his teammates). Although, sometimes that can veer into a bad direction. Rattled even more by a strong hatred of losing.

The latter refers to Atsumu off the court; more specifically, when he’s with you. He always makes sure to rush to you after every game, carry you up in his arms and spin you around; to show you off just the way you like. If he loses, you’re his first go-to once everything ends. He loves hugging you tight, inhaling deeply as the scent of the shampoo lingering in your hair fills his nostrils. And to everyone around you, the two of you are the “it” couple — the one everyone is envious of.

But that’s not the case. Not really.

Because beneath his actions lies a different meaning. Atsumu loves you. He really does. But just never as much as you love him, and probably not in the way he wishes it to be. How can he not love you? All you’ve ever done is try to better his life, even if that meant at the expense of your own. He loves that you’re so genuine; so earnest. You only want the best for him, and he can tell it’s real. But something’s bugging him. It always has.

And you know it, too.

You notice it, even in the small instances. And today, you’re finally about to find out why.

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Kinktober 19: Breeding (The Descendant)

Day 19: Breeding Title: The Descendant Pairing: All for One x Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Noncon, incest, forced breeding, cumflation, kidnapping, daddy kink, manipulation, bondage, yandere Notes: Here are the other drabbles and the fic that I’ve done for All for One! All of the ones there are connected, plus an absurd amount of thirst posts that may or may not be connected. @ichor-and-symbiosis​, here is the actual breeding 👀

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“Where are you taking me?” You ask the villain leading you away from the destruction of Kamino Ward. The entire city looks like a warzone, the bodies of dead civilians and heroes everywhere along with raging fires and the rubble of destroyed buildings. A major battle between heroes and the League of Villains had struck the city.

And the heroes had lost. All for One, the mastermind of the attack and the one kidnapping you, had unleashed a powerful, unknown attack against All Might in a devastating battle.

The number one hero and Symbol of Peace was now dead.

“I’m taking you home, my pet.”

“But why me?” You whisper to him.

He pauses for a second to glance at you, and your blood freezes in your veins. His aura is immense, and even though he means you no harm for the moment, you still fight the urge to flee like a deer running from a predator.

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