— Aheago Faces (hcs)

Kiss 'N Run —꒱

You run away after you kiss them

Rin - the stoic expression doesn’t change as he chases after you…terrifying as fuck if you ask me. Grabs you by the bicep and slams his chest into your back—keeping you there with his arms tightly wrapped around you. “Why’d you run?” there is a hint of sadness in his tone but you couldn’t help the shiver that ran up your spine and stopped at your nape. He presses soft kisses from your neck to your shoulder.

Sae - “Oh…” stares at your back, dumbfounded, and not knowing what the hell just happened. Doesn’t chase or ask why you ran, he goes on with his day like nothing happened (dw he’ll make sure you are kissed good when you’re alone with him.)

Oliver - Runs after you after yelling, “no running in the halls.” Fucking hypocrite. The widest grin on his lips when he catches you (kicks you to the floor*) He cages you under him and chuckles bc he finds you too fucking cute. Kills you with his kisses and hickeys.

Shidou - how are you gonna try running when his hand is already on your neck and squeezing so tightly? Do you wanna die or something? If you somehow manage to run, he thinks you’re so fucking hilarious…you better start praying for your ass to be saved later bc he’s not gonna let you off easily.

Barou - as soon as you turn on your heel, his big hand is on your hair and he is pulling you back to him to smash your lips on his for a kiss so deep, you think your knees melted and you’re unable to stand anymore. “No running from the king,” he says before pinning you against the wall.

All are aged up.

© kenruu

Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka

being sakusa’s sweet, innocent leetle housewife, maybe you’re a bit younger than him too, to the point where the media points out the age diff 🥺 he loves how doting you are, always there to welcome him home with a hot meal and a clean house. all you know is taking care of omi, cleaning for omi, dressing up for omi 💘💘 but the people on the media are harsh and you’re nothing but a gold diggin whore!!! you bawl ur lil eyes out & sakusa decides to return the favor & take care of you! by stuffing u full and overstimming u until the only reason ur crying bc all this sensory overload 💘 maybe this will be the time he can finally fuck a baby in u too, u deserve a nice reward for being so good to him!

this is so cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺 omi be my hubby hours

nsfwish, fem reader, breeding

lately, he’s been coming back to sights like this.

you sniffling in bed, wrapped up in blankets as you scroll through your phone. he can’t help but sigh as he puts his gym bag down. “what is it?”

“it’s all these people, omi...” you put your phone down, tears in your eyes. “they all think i’m just a gold digging wh- whore...”

would a gold digging whore stutter the word?

“oh, baby...” he sits down next to you. “they don’t know anything about us, and you know that. don’t listen to them.”

“i know, omi...” you wipe at your eyes. “i know you must be getting tired from me crying about this all the time. it just really hurts my feelings.”

he clicks his tongue and brings you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “you shouldn’t let it get to you. you’re perfect.”

“i’m--”

his lips trail down, until he’s peppering kisses on your face. you giggle a bit.

“listen, you’re the perfect wife.” he places a kiss under your jaw. “you always take care of the house, of me... always look so pretty in your dresses...”

“that you buy for me...”

“it’s just because i like how they look on you.” he trails his lips down your arm, ending with a kiss on your hand. “but i’ll be honest, i think what’s underneath the dress it a lot prettier.”

“omi...” you gasp as he pulls at the shirt you’re wearing (which is his). 

“you do so much for me...” he pulls it up to reveal your chest. “i want to give you what you want most of all... i know you must be lonely in this house when i’m gone... i think you need a baby.”

“a baby?” you smile.

“mhm...” he wipes the stray tears off your cheeks. “i think you’d make a good mom.”

“oh, omi...”

he kisses you, pushing you back on the bed so he can fit between your legs which you so easily spread for him. 

“if a baby’s what you want...” he grunts as he grinds his hips down. “then that’s what i’ll give you.”

“oh, thank you omi, thank you. i want your baby, omi.”

you always know how to make him happy.

i just got called out wtf

WHAT YOUR FAVOURITE HAIKYUU CHARACTER SAYS ABOUT YOU AND YOUR MENTAL STABILITY

cw: mental illness i guess.

𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂

“I have more than three favourite characters!” — okay, I get it, you have no set aesthetic and are unable to make any decisions in your real life. stop lying to yourself and choose.

“You’re not right though?” — yes I am, perceive yourself better. open your eyes. consult your charts.

“My favourite character isn’t here!!” — then you have self projection issues and that’s not on me, that’s on you! just say you over romanticize people in your head and then feel let down when they’re not exactly how you imagined them to be and go.

“this was kinda rude.” — then my job is done.

This is a joke. Read at your own risk….

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why does colt look like the clean version of reiner 💀

wakatoshi smiling.. reblog for good luck (clear skin, good grades, financial luck etc)

“it’s not that bad, baby, can’t we just try again?”

virgin!satoru looks up at you from where his chin rests on your stomach, though you aren’t sure you can call him a virgin anymore. he holds your thighs apart, your sore pussy on sweet display for him. he presses a gentle kiss to your clit, which pulls a moan from you, but you stand strong.

“no way,” you shake your head. “absolutely fucking not. you’re… way too big.”

satoru grins, “thank you!”

“i’m not complimenting you, asshole,” you try and shift away from him, but gojo has your hips pressed into the mattress. “it hurts, toru. it’s too much.”

another kiss to your clit. “but she’s so needy for me,” he whines. “cant you see? so fucking wet… she can take me.”

“i can’t. it won’t fit.”

you didn’t think his pretty baby-blues could darken, but they do. satoru, your sweetheart, nips at your clit—only barely, but enough to make you gasp.

“you will,” he says, voice low. “i’ll make it fit.”

you can’t deny it, his tone only makes you even needier. you write under his grip, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips—he’s appraising you, studying his prey before bouncing. and he’s the virgin.

“oh, and after i fuck you, can we go get sushi?”

you blink at him. “what?”

“you know,” he scoots himself up and taps the head of his aching cock against your clit a few times. “to celebrate making it fit.”

WE'RE ABOUT TO WITNESS THIS!!!!!

➥ you reply “who’s this?” to them.

SUMMARY. how the haikyuu setters would react to you responding “who’s this?” to them.

PAIRINGS. fem!reader x miya atsumu, fem!reader x kageyama tobio, fem!reader x kouzume kenma, fem!reader x oikawa tooru, fem!reader x akaashi keiji.

GENRE. fluff, angst (?), crack, boyfriend!smau.

a/n: i literally don’t know what this is or why i came up with it, but i’ve been wanting to do some hq texts for a long time, so… hope u like it ;)

一 (#) 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔!

一 (#) 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐎!

一 (#) 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀!

一 (#) 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔!

一 (#) 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈!

currently thinking abt perv!sugawara ... anything u do makes him so hard and when he finally gets to fuck u, he’s saying the filthiest shit to u, telling u ur too pretty not to ruin n overstimulating u bc he’s genuinely drunk on how good u feel ... thoughts? 😁

>.>

— pervert! sugawara + mentions of pantie ripping + pierced dick! sugawara + minor dub con + creampie + f! reader

his gazes are always lingering over you. you can feel the heavy weight of it, but everytime you look directly at him it’s morphed into something sweet and light.

it’s when you turn your head to look away that it’s heavy once more.

he always treats you so well; offering to open doors, gives you any seat you want, drapping his jacket over your shoulders when you’re cold.

koushi always tells you with a velvet tone just how cute you are, doting easily upon you. he doesn’t tell you how it’s your cute face the only thing that flitters through his mind when he fists his cock over and over in bed- always after being around you, the scent of your hair fresh in his mind. he grasps at the memory of you while he does, it’s always that much sweeter when you’ve just left his home.

he doesn’t know how he got you like this, disbelief that he’s tasting, touching, feeling the real thing that is you.

the confession tumbles from his lips like a prayer, eyes lidded- once more looking at you. this time wanting you to see how he drinks in the form of you so nice and pretty under him.

“dreamt about this... for a long time.” sugawara whispers, the deep and twisted satisfaction of seeing your wrists turn in his hold- tugging to test the strength of his one hand capturing both of them in a frantic need.

“watched you every change i had- wanting you for no one else but me... and now that i have you...” he sighs, tugging his hips forward, dragging the weight of him through your folds.

“i almost don’t wanna do anything else.”

lips curl up into a smile, crescent eyes so pretty and soft- clear juxtaposition to the way his naked and pierced cock is lying over your cunt, ripped panties and bottoms forgotten in a messy pile by your hip.

“too pretty- don’t wanna messy up your cute cunt, my love.”

the high whine that leaves your lips sounds like the prettiest symphony he’s ever heard, like a bell.

your frantic wiggling once the piercing bumps against your clit makes it all so much better- he doesn’t comment on it, lets you figure it out while you stare at him with big dumb eyes- knowing exactly that there’s that odd foreign hardness lying nice on the tip of him.

he nods slightly no words needed to confirm your unspoken question, watching your lips part- gasping.

how you look and sound beneath him by far exceeding the nastiest and wildest dreams that have plagued him since he’s had the pleasure of seeing you for the first time- so seemingly unobtainable, but now lying tummy up on his bed- drooling all over the underside of his throbbing cock.

there was a certain want to edge himself- truly not wanting to distort the pretty picture he’s painted of you in his head- but if you look this good, already feel this good and receptive and needy... the thought of sliding his cock inside you would surely be euphoric.

he shivers at the way your slick paints the heavy metal pierced through the tip of his cock, air cooling down the metal significantly.

it’s enough for him to swallow down the need to keep you squirming and whining for him.

“gunna warm my cock- nice and wet inside you, can i?”

it’s all rhetorical- knowing you want him like he wants you, sliding in before the sentence leaves his mouth.

his head tips forward, mouth agape with every breath that leaves his mouth in heavy pants, eyes wide at how tight you squeeze around him.

he swears he can feel even more of your arousal squeeze out of your tight velvet walls once he bottoms out; painting his pubes and crotch with it all.

now that sugawara has you- he’s never going to let you go, now knowing that the fantasy he’s made in his head of you would and could never compare to the real you.

he swipes a tongue over his lips, once again letting another frame of imagination bleed through while he fucks you, keenly watching your body jolt with the impact of him eagerly pounding you down into the bed.

“gunna c-cum inside you!” he gasps, shaking at your climaxing body, seizing up over and over- a tear slipping from his eyes at how good it all is.

he once again doesn’t give you a moment of reprieve- choosing instead to give in and spurt heavy load after load inside you, huffing out an incredulous laugh at everything; how much cum he’s pumping eagerly into your pulsing squelching walls, how it’s being squeezed out- lying in thick globs where you two meet.

he’s finally got you- he’s got you and you’re all his, cuming sweetly around his cock, clawing at him for more, dick nestled impossibly tight inside as he lets load after load sit inside you.