#Suna study

[shikatemarchives]

Of Sand and Shadow by Cinder_Rose - M, angst, romance, 52408 words, multi-chapter, complete

In a time of political unrest between the Hidden Sand and Hidden Leaf Villages, the threat of war hangs over shinobi like a stormcloud ready to break.

For Nara Shikamaru, since taking over his father's role as the Hokage's advisor, fighting for his Village has meant less action on missions and more paperwork in the office - and it's exhausting. Until, one night, he's stolen from his bed by Suna ANBU and quickly realises that dealing with the threat of war is one thing, but dealing with the Kazekage's daughter is quite another.

Come with Shikamaru and Temari on their little roadtrip to Suna and enjoy some romantic killing, imprisonment, and daddy issues.

[akiisks]

Black Knight studies ft. Sunarin

I just love this concept sm idk why

[fignattea]

[zoieru]

I've just found the most insane suna artist I want to diecry(s)cream holy-

their art is incredible in general there's a bunch for the other boys too but HSHSJSHAAAAAAA holy fuck look at him (this isn't really a repost but they are happy with them with credit and their acc is linked in the left pic and here - guhh there are gorgeous ones of the others too come and crash out with me ldjdjjskd) I just couldnt not share I'm going insane

[obamousse]

Suna's pre-timeskip volleyball skill analysis

First off, Suna is acknowledged by Ukai as one of the main point-getters of Inarizaki. Then, the old man on the bench analyzed how Suna could manipulate other opponents/middle blockers using his torso and wide range of spikes. Apart from his blocking abilities, this is his most noticeable skill - so I could infer he became one of Inarizaki's main point-getters for this reason.

The reason why his special spike scores effectively was because of its wide range. If middle blockers could block the direction where Suna spikes, they forget the position - Suna then spikes to the side of their arms or above it. Middle blockers have to read through and eliminate all possibilities of his spikes, which, given the range and unpredictability of Suna's spiking positions, proves impossible. Middle blockers mostly block straight, so stopping Suna's spikes on the side requires high level of technique.

The key to his successfully spike is normal blocking from the opponent's middle blockers. Since his spikes are different from normal spikes, they require different blocking strategies, and using normal blocking strategies won't work. Suna is an average middle blocker who thinks and strategizes normally, so he could understand, predict, and manipulate what other middle blockers would do, who the middle blockers will be. He would lure them into a vulnerable blocking position that ensures his special spikes get through. For example: In Tsukki and Kageyama's blocks, Kageyama blocks on the left. Any normal spikers would spike on the right where space is most ample. However, Suna chose beforehand to spike above Kageyama's arms (as seen in him waiting for Kageyama to jump), which was completely unexpected. If he spikes on the right, good blockers would trace his moves and stop him there. He knows Kageyama would jump because Tsukki's blocks has too many open areas, and no matter where Kageyama jumps, left or right of him, Suna will spike above his arms.

It is due to practicing his knowledge to manipulate blocks that Suna becomes a good middle blocker. The knowledge is ingrained in his instincts, and he instinctively knew what the opponent spiker is going to do. As Ukai said, he has something akin to the sixth sense. This is why his blocking time is fast and he knows where and who to block: Tanaka. Tanaka is one of the main aces of Karasuno, and Inarizaki's job is to shut. him. down. Tanaka uses force, but with unvaried techniques, so middle blockers could shut him down easily if they mitigate the forces of his spikes. Middle blockers know how daunting being blocked could be, and Tanaka is easy to block, so Inarizaki's job is to shut him down every single time. No one-touches. Make sure the ball goes down to ensure the biggest blows on his mental capacity.

However, Suna's spikes only works well with read blockers.

Guess blockers, such as Tendou, focuses on Suna's behavior to determine what he is most likely to do. He does not focus on eliminating where Suna cannot spike, he focuses on how Suna will spike. Since the objective evidences about the ball and player's position will leave out too much possibilities, he chooses to analyze a player's movement, past actions, and body language to form a concrete conclusion. However, since signals aren't clear and body language are not universal, whether he is right or not relies entirely up to chance. but he has practiced his instincts and game sense to make sure he could interpret the player's strategies and chance will favor him as much as possible. So he could get a few correct blocks out of Suna's spikes and the longer Suna uses them, the better Tendou can figure him out.

How Suna is unpredictable to blockers is how Tendou is unpredictable to spiders. How Suna perceives blockers is how Tendou perceives spikers. Manipulating Tendou is notoriously difficult for Suna, and interpreting Suna is downright tricky for Tendou. No one knows what the other does next, unpredictability above unpredictability. Suna is daunted by Tendou and Tendou is daunted by Suna. They dislike each other, because they are such a pain in the ass standing in the way of each other's jobs. Tension's high. And any of Tendou's successful spikes only worsens it. Since Tendou could not exactly figure out where Suna will spike, he decides to one-touch it, to make sure what trajectory of the ball Suna has in his mind will be undone. Had Tendou caught up to Suna? Has Tendou figured him out? How to figure Tendou out faster? Suna has to change blocking strategies and positions of blocking, preserve the crucial unpredictability to score. Because apart from his special spike and excellent blocker skills, he has few else in his arsenal.

"A block that isn't scary is not called a block." And Tendou's blocks, though they cannot shut Suna's ball down, had Suna tiptoeing round the edges. One-touches can be as daunting to spikers.

Suna has one weakness - he doesn't use a wide range of tactics either. His arsenal focuses around his special spikes, and that meant if those tactics are successful, he will continuously use them. Maybe position changes, maybe where to spike. But the principle of using his torso to expand his spiking range is the same. Suna has good tactics, but there is a reason why the stats only say his game sense is 3/5. He has in-the-moment tricks up his sleeves, but he is not a long term strategist who analyzes the overall nature of the game like setters. He knows what middle blockers think, but he doesn't think differently from them, and think far, like Tsukki or Tendou.

Tsukki has figured this out.

The reason why Suna's spikes work well on "good middle blockers" is because he is a good middle blocker too, so he uses his knowledge to get past them and manipulate them. Good blockers will block where he wants to block. Good middle blockers will try to block.

Tsukki does not try to block.

He had figured out, although Suna's spikes are difficult to the middle blocker, receivers can adjust to it given they utilize the time it takes for the ball to travel to their spot. On first try, Daichi successfully received it despite never being used to these spikes before (not that good of a receive but he successfully kept the ball up). On second and third try, Tsukki discovered a pattern - if Tsukki kept on unsuccessfully blocking Suna's spikes, Suna will repeat such spikes again, in the same positions, in the same directions. It's laughably simple, but offers an important insight to blocking him. Daichi could adjust to Suna's spikes, and Tsukki's job became "making sure Suna spikes in a trajectory easy for Daichi to receive". Tsukki has to manipulate his blocks a little to make sure the ball's direction is not too difficult to receive, but Suna will keep on blocking in the same positions, in the same directions, and any unpredictability is eliminated, and Suna no longer becomes a threat. Tsukki doesn't have to care about how Suna will spike - he will just be a red herring and receivers will figure out the rest.

And Suna, not thinking or strategizing far enough, fell for it. He's a simple man - he has tricks relying on his instincts which work for the moment, but not too far down the road. He has instincts which only works for the moment, which only understands how to get past blocks. He's never been a good receiver.

Tsukki refused to be interpreted. He refused to act, and to reveal critical information about his behavior to Suna. His strategy is the most effective - it offers no direct information about who Tsukki is like himself, and it is incredibly hard to spot, since that strategy's key is Tsukki's inaction, masked as the guise of "a bad blocker".

That leads to the iconic battle of cockiness between Suna and Tsukki:

"Thank you for helping me make such clean hits." - Suna

"Thank you for spiking exactly how I wanted you to every time." - Tsukki

Tsukki outsmarted him. Without figuring Suna out, Suna is figured out.

[yakny]

PLOTTING CHAOS FOR THE SAKE OF ORDER

[wakatshi-archive]

i’m also thinking abt atsumu… osamu… sigh…

[dearru]

the only exception ! | ft. hq boys

-> pairing: miya atsumu, suna rintarou, hinata shoyo x gn!reader | sfw | cw: quick blurbs! | mlist 

-> synopsis: you’re the only one who can get your boyfriend to do certain things. 

₊˚ෆ MIYA ATSUMU dislikes people cheering while he serves. His infamous topspins and floaters are renowned in the volleyball world– for good reason. To stake his control over the court, he refuses any distractions, and he silences the crowd with one flick of his wrist. He’s been known to give death glares to anybody, even his own fans, who disobey his command for quiet. 

So when you, his newly minted significant other, shatter the careful still Atsumu has crafted by bellowing out his name in an otherwise silent stadium, gasps ripple through the stands. 

Atsumu’s teammates freeze, interest piqued at how he’d react. Sure, you’re dating now, but Atsumu’s a very harsh guy. Nobody would put it past him to scold you on the spot. The ball bounces against the court once, twice, and then three times, like a ticking bomb. The crowd shifts uncomfortably, waiting for his anger to explode.

It never comes. 

Instead, he serves the ball as normal. It’s an ace. And when it’s over, he looks at you with a knowing grin of appreciation instead of his usual glare. 

Atsumu hates the shrill sound of cheers when he’s about to serve, but he’s come to find that if it’s yours– he doesn’t quite mind. 

₊˚ෆ SUNA RINTAROU is a generally expressionless guy. It’s gotten him into trouble more times than he can count.

When he sprained his ankle in middle school, he barely winced. When his little sister was born, he yawned. When he landed his first spike as a professional athlete, he hummed.

No matter the scenario, a disinterested look is permanently etched into his features. (The only exception is the upturn of his lips when he sees his friends doing something particularly idiotic.) 

It’s not that he doesn’t care– it’s just how he is. This is a truth that all those close to Rintarou have come to understand. 

This truth is why, when he introduces you to his loved ones for the first time, they’re stunned. They’re shocked when they see the bright red his face burns after you give him a kiss on the cheek. They’re floored by the smile that possesses his lips as he steals glances at you from across the room. They’re surprised by the look of absolute adoration in his eyes whenever you do really anything. 

Rintarou’s always been difficult to read, but for you, he’s feelings are entirely transparent.  

₊˚ෆ HINATA SHOYO always stays late to practice. Being the dedicated player that he is, he will train until his legs shake and his breath gives out. His teammates know never to approach him when he’s in his groove; otherwise, he’ll find a way to coax them into another round of drills. He’s an immovable force, immune to persuasion, and entirely impossible to convince to slow down.

“Leaving early” is not in his vocabulary. 

So when, one day, his teammates see him trek into the locker room before the sun has even set, they worry he’s gone ill. 

But when Shoyo reassures them, with a bright smile, that he’s just leaving early to meet with you, the new person he’s been seeing, for dinner– his teammates think he’s lost his mind. Their expressions of concern morph into ones of complete disbelief. 

What curse have you placed on the rigid player to compel him to act in such an uncharacteristic way? Have you threatened his family? Are you blackmailing him? 

The answer is none of the above. 

Shoyo doesn’t stay late to practice out of obligation. He does it because he adores what he does. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be than on the court.

But recently, he’s come to discover that there’s one place he loves being just a smidge more. 

With you. 

–a/n: just smth quick i wrote to procrastinate studying! LMAO

shoyo tag: @cherrysurf

[thechloediary]

atsusuna — “non-traditional love” 🩵

• rated g | wc: 5,4k

• relationship study, fluff

• reminiscing, memories

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53778631

[obamousse]

"Keep talking and you'll end up in the streets. Like how it was back then isn't it? So miserable, isn't it?"

Osamu had a fair share of experiences arguing with Atsumu, which was nothing pleasant. They yell at each other, casually fight, and in the end, reconcile. Osamu does not hesitate in smacking his brother in the head while giving him the title of "a tyrannical pig". But it was in situations where they were both sure they would stick by each other's side again, and little did anyone know, that was only the mildest of Osamu's anger.

And now, having heard Suna's words, he froze.

Not one inch in his body moved. Only his eyes. Bulging, larger, larger, until his pupils disappeared behind the color white. The eyes of a monster, yes. Of a beast unleashed. Suna was surprised: he expected him to, like many others he had argued with before, to start crying, become angrier or start slapping his face. He did not expect Osamu to stare straight into his soul, and for the first time, things felt different. Osamu was going all out, and Suna then truly realized how angry his lover could be and the scale of catastrophes dangling on his head. And for the first time, Suna regretted everything he said.

Suna was gifted with a sharp, piercing tongue. One that keeps inventing new and scorching insults, that he freely used. He knew, once he was successfully angered, he would do anything with that tongue of his, accuse, insult, gaslight, or even weaponizing secrets people have trusted him with, to push his opponent to the edge, have them crying, speechless, taken aback from how caustic the Suna could actually be. Mother said it was a weakness of his, not that he cared about, because all he ever did that too was people who hurt him (and who would hurt his friends, if he ever had any).

Osamu knew too well that weakness of his. Osamu knew, that there is a tiny chance, Suna would do this to him.

Suna still kept his smirk on, mind you. He still kept on that prideful, sarcastic and brazen face of his as usual, devilishly reveling on how he had angered Osamu.

And Osamu slowly said, slowly:

"Piece of shit. You want another secret to use? I used to hate you so much back then, I thought, for no reason." - he breathed, staring at Suna's face still unstirred, - "I knew I should have kept hating you with my guts, now that you showed me that disgusting dogface of a man."

He glared at Suna's wicked grin for one last time, before storming outside and shutting the door behind him.

And that was when Suna slumped down against the wall, unable to breathe, clutching onto his own shirt. He felt his eyes sting. No, he won't allow himself to cry. He's a man, and sharp-tongued, sarcastic men like him don't cry.

How ironic, he was supposed be the one pushing Osamu to the edge. How ironic, he would now be rendered speechless, crying, taken aback on how hurting Osamu's words could be. Mother might be right - it was his weakness, and he realized it the hard way the moment he saw that wrath in Osamu's eyes, how that caustic tongue of his only destroys him in the end.

He held his shirt with trembling hands and buried his face in it, trying to stifle any sob and dry any tear coming out.

And he cried.

Fight

[a-pastel-edgelord]

Rintaro Suna believes there are absolutes in life. For example, he'll never score higher than a 75 in social studies, or that chuupets taste best on a hot day... Oh, or that you are totally and completely unavailable.

You call Kita, Shin. You always have ever since he met you. He calls you by your first name as well. He always has ever since Suna knew of your existence.

It's impossible to miss—Kita lives in such a methodical way. Like clockwork you show up in the gym just as practice ends. You help clean up. You make small talk with the team. You wait until Kita is done. Then you walk home together.

Suna didn't think much of you at first, just another person in his orbit. But then, during practice on a particularly hot day you showed up with popsicles and watermelon for the team. Kita scolded you for it, talking about how you spoil them. You shrugged it off, saying you have the right. The rest of the guys rushed to get their treats, Suna gave it a second, too sluggish in the heat. Something cold pressed against his temple. It was you, poking him with a pack of chuupets. You'd gone out of your way to refrigerate them. "You like these right? I saw them on sale so I got you some."

That day, something in his brain stuttered. But not that it mattered because you were taken by the captain of the volleyball team. Even if Kita is a bit of a weird hardass robot kind of guy, Suna likes him. Respects him too much to even entertain the notion of flirting with you.

"Maaaan!" Atsumu whines in the locker room. "I wanna show off my service ace." He's been complaining about you not coming to watch a practice.

Akagi rolls him eyes. "Some people actually study, y'know. Apparently Kita-san is eyein' some fancy university in Tokyo."

"Yeah, Tsumu." Osamu drawls. "Kita-senpai doesn't have volleyball brain like you. So studyin' ain't a lost cause."

Suna pauses halfway through putting on his jacket. "Kita-senpai?" The words are foreign in his tongue.

"Huh?" Gin looks at him. "Yeah. You know. Kita-senpai. They're cousins. We call 'em Kita-senpai so we don't get confused with the captain."

Suna appreciates another absolute as he throws on his shoes and sprints down the stairs to where he knows you're waiting for your cousin. The fact that he is an absolute idiot.

[m4iya]

Kenma, whose camera roll is completely full of 0.5 photos of you. Sleeping? 0.5. Eating? Yep, another one. Occasionally, you’d catch a glimpse of his lockscreen, seeing your face in a not-so flattering angle.

Bokuto, who refuses to leave you alone if he notices a slight shift in your happiness. He wants to know what put you in a sour mood so he can come up with a way to change it! But his options are quite limited, so when you feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind and lift you up, it doesn’t take even a second for your laughter to fill his ears.

Yamaguchi, who can’t take his eyes off your birthmarks, insisting that they’re so different from his own. He sighs when you cover them up with makeup, and when you ask him what’s wrong, he pouts.

Kageyama, who secretly likes having nicknames that only you can call him by. He feels that it’s like a little code only the two of you know, so if you shout it during one of his matches, who’s going to know you're talking to him? Though, waking up to see millions of people on social media calling him ‘Tobi’ wasn’t on his bucket list.

Akaashi, who can't help smile while listening to you rant about something trivial. He'd chime in at times, saying things like; "I know right?" and, "Seriously?". If you both went out for froyo, by the end, yours would be pretty much a liquid and his would be empty.

Suna, who insists that the two of you have matching profile pictures on every platform you're both on. Whether it's a photo of the both of you split into two, or a set of matching photos you found on Pinterest, he's all about the subtle meaning behind it.

Sugawara, who absolutely refuses to let you walk home alone in the dark. Whether you were studying together at the library, or over at his place, he'd accompany you on the walk home. In the winter, he’d wrap his scarf around you, and take your gloved hand in his. It was so you didn’t get lost! Oh and the scarf? That was.. so he could see you in a crowd!

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[taones]

tw - flirting, good girl x bad boy, school setting but they are vv much 18+, suggestive, swearing

“How’s my favourite girl today?”

Your best friend tensed up from her seat in front of you. She had chosen to hide out in the stuffy school library to avoid exactly this. She had never been a huge fan of him, but his recent attempts to catch your attention had been grating on her nerves. The boy seemed obsessed with you, following you into the cafeteria and hanging around in the shop you frequented on your way home. Nothing but bad news followed him, and she needed to keep him away from her friend. You were a good student, perfect attendance and good grades - the last thing you needed was someone like him bringing you down. 

“Fuck off, she doesn’t want to talk to you” she huffed at the man, “you’re not her type”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the back of your chair. Goosebumps travelled up your body. The musky scent of his aftershave permeated the air around you, settling in your lungs like a cloud. If you could bask in that scent forever you would. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, tie loosely hung around it. Thin fabric did little to hide the muscle definition of his chest, slight but still very visible to you. And you couldn’t help but peer through the gap. His tan skin contrasted the crumpled white shirt beautifully. You felt your mouth go dry. 

“Hmm, I’m not too sure about that one” his voice rang out.

“She seems very interested”

You jumped slightly as his face was far closer to you than you realised. If you were to turn your head slightly, your noses would be just touching. A warm flush flooding your body. You gnawed at your fingernail, peering up at the man next to you through your eyelashes. He dropped his eyelid down in a quick wink and set his sights back on your fuming friend. 

“Why won’t you just leave us alone? She’s trying to study”

He tutted.

Next thing you knew the pressure of a wide hand was resting on your shoulder - making you freeze on your seat. The feeling of his warm, calloused palm on your shoulder did nothing to cool your feverish body and you tried desperately not to gasp. In through your nose, out through your mouth, you tried to remind yourself. You couldn’t let him fluster you - then he would be winning. 

A warm chuckle sounded from above you. The palm on your shoulder travelled towards your face, lithe fingers gripping your chin gently. He curled his index finger and dragged the knuckle up the soft skin of your throat. It was like you were frozen in place but your body was squirming under your uniform. His actions left you breathless and you couldn’t help but feel he knew exactly what he was doing to you. If the way his eyes trailed up your legs, thighs clenched together under your skirt, was any indication. Soft lips stretched into a smirk. 

Leaning forward once again, his eyes met yours under a piercing gaze. He let out a teasing coo in your direction. 

“Oh I'm sorry pretty girl, did I scare you?”

- ATSUMU, tsukki, oikawa, SUNA, tanaka (hear me out), kuroo, gojo, KOJIRO, adam, bakugou, SHINSOU, dabi

[obamousse]

Suna has such a slim waist because he has his own sets of abs exercise, and do them along with the team's practice exercises. New team members question it, but the coach only says "Suna has a special exercise". Suna's mom even registered those special exercises for him with the coach.

Suna also does those exercises when he's at home, which his mom observes. Suna might be nonchalant to everything, even volleyball, but he pays attention to it a lot. So much so, even if his exercises are gruesome (his teammates tried it out once and they ended up with sore abs for weeks), he still did it on routine. As if it was routine for him, as if it was the norm. She asked him about it, to which he answered:

"It's routine mom."

But routine doesn't appear out of nowhere, doesn't it?

Even if Suna does not notice how passionate he is, his mom knows. She has brought her son up to be independent and responsible for himself, to take initiative for the things he cares for.

Even Kita is impressed by Suna's maturity.

Suna started volleyball when he was in middle school, at a low point in his life, his parents divorcing. He was recruited into his school team because he was tall, but only stayed for a year. He was the ace, until he had to move back to China with his mom, and volleyball became a memory.

Until he picked it up in the final years ofmiddle school and also became the ace. The prefecture seemed to lack volleyball players. For the first time, he saw people with incredible skills, wits, and perseverance fighting one another for victory. He fought too, using his intuition to block the spiders, twisting his body in all directions, but failed to catch up to new, complex moves and strategies. Those he never learned in Aichi, those his teammates were also baffled and gave up on decoding. Except Suna. Except the persistent, annoying middle blocker who gradually reduced his jumping time and corrected his blocking until he became an actual threat in the final moments of the match. The battle for individual points between him, and the strong, bullheaded spiker. Two bulls, locking horns with one another. He lost. The ball landed on his side, and the final point belonged to Yako Junior High.

He stared at the people, no, twins, with identical and symmetrical black hair, staring at him, panting. He was panting too. He had never thought of exerting this much effort. He starts slow, and even slacks off when their team gains a comfortable score, but at the end when his team has less points, he works. Hard, persistent, his strange analytical mind in full use, never backing down, never giving in to fate. As if giving in to fate kills him, taking ever scrap of chance to win. He gets tired easily, yet has incredible stamina, able to last through 5 sets. It has been so long since he rested. Those twins must be using tricks to make him work hard, overexert himself because they thought he is easily tired from his lack of movement. They were dead wrong, because he was willing to go for another jump, forcing them to go for another jump, exhausting them out while exhausting himself too.

One of the twins, the loud setter, said:

"This one's hard ta crack, Samu."

A compliment. Suna felt weak and numb in his legs.

He fell down, body embracing the floor, arms out. Breathing, unblinking eyes staring at the high, high floor of the gymnasium. And he smiled. Exhilarating. Battling like that is exhilarating. Thinking, strategizing, competing, working with every tether of his body, everything he had. The first time he saw people play volleyball at a new level. How challenging, how diverse the number of attacks. How they elegantly outsmarts him and he cannot help but admire. He forgot time, smiling like a dork, as the twins of Yako Junior High walked away. The quiet spiker stole a glance at him anyway, staring down at him limp on the floor, smiling for no reason.

He is a lazy kid. He never felt so much love for working himself hard until he collapses, as if what he is working for is a passion. A passion, and so he realized.

For the first time (not like in year three as everyone around him assumes to be), he fell in love with volleyball.

That he still remembers. In his being, in his mind he knows, even in his muscles and flesh.

[chericos]

BLOOD SUCKING FREAKS!

your faves as vampires— multifandom headcanons

fandom list— vnc (the case study of Vanitas), bsd, jjk, mha, one piece, aot, kny, csm, genshin impact (brings back memories…), haikyuu, soul eater, hxh + more!

cws: nsfw?, blood, biting, possessive/yandere themes, dark themes, bites can be used as a sort of aphrodisiac, overstim themes, mentions of bruising, chasing, “hunting”, mentions of being tied/chained up, some are darker than others due to the characters being more inherently “evil”, unedited, you can tell who my favs are, sorry if some are short... tell me if I missed anything!

MDNI

He’s so sweet and kind with you, always ensuring you’re fully prepared to take him. His big rough hands toying and prodding in such a gentle manner that you can’t help but cry out for more. Tears prick the corner of your eyes at his slow pace, you’re not sure how much longer you could keep going like this. His hands trail up and down leaving goosebumps across your skin. His eyes sharpen as he peers down at the junction of your neck. He tilts his head down, inhaling deeply as he drags his tongue up your collarbone. He hovers over your pulse point, sharp fangs grazing the sensitive spot and you shiver at the feeling.

“May I?”

His voice is thick and laced with lust. you feebly nod your head, letting out a small whimper. He hesitates slightly before biting down. It is weak, and only just pierces the skin enough for it to bleed. But what did you expect your hunk of a vampire is just soft.

Maybe a little too soft.

— Izuku, Tamaki, All might, Nighteye, Nanami, Higuruma, Ino, Rengoku, Gyomei, Kunikida, Fukuzawa, Jouno, Atsushi, Roland, Zack Fair, Armin, Shiro, Kunigami, Reo, Kurapika, Cyno, Aether, Gepard, Hinata, Sugawara, Yamaguchi + your fav

Your skin is already littered with bruises and teeth marks. Small beads of blood trickle down your chest and he carefully laps at them. He's been at it for hours, marking you up, making sure whoever dares to look at you knows you belong to him. But who could blame him

Your flesh is so soft and tender between his teeth he can’t help but want to take a bite. It's like you've put him in a trance. His gorgeous girlfriend, who's so eager and pliable to his touch. You were practically made for him. And the sweet sounds you make when he pushes deeper inside of you, it's not his fault your moans are so hypnotizing.

He doesn't normally get so worked up, but you've been riling him up all day. Teasing him with your touches, whispering dirty words into his ear, it's only natural he would break at some point.

He didn’t mean to get rough, but you just tasted so good he couldn’t resist. You won’t blame him… right?

— Xiao, Ayato, Zhongli, Diluc, Alhaitham, Aizawa, Shoto, Shinso, Bakugo, Gojo, Noritoshi, Vanitas, Uzui, Giyuu, Zoro, Akutagawa, Chuuya, Aki, Rin, Isagi, Shidou, Sae, Tobio, Suna, Oikawa, Reno, Leon, Eren, Jean, Levi, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan + your fav

He's so messy.

Spending hours in between your thighs, kissing the supple skin, and also leaving his claim in their place. he's basically eating you alive, bite marks indented in the flesh, and he hasn't even touched you yet. You're whining for him to stop teasing, pleading for him to give you what you want. And who is he to deny?

Arms hooked under your thighs, keeping you in place from thrashing around. He buries his face into you, his nose nudging up against your clit, and the sensation has you jolting. He gives a tentative lick, eyes shooting up to look at your reaction. Your hands nestle into his hair, tugging at the roots as a moan slips out from your lips. And after that, he's ruthless, eating you out like you're a 5-star meal (you are). He's kissing and licking and sucking, and god, whatever the hell he's doing it's making your mind blank.

You don't have it in you to care about how loud you're being, and he doesn't seem to care either. In fact, they seem to encourage him to rip those pretty pretty sounds from you.

“So sweet f’me baby,”

Slick is practically covering the lower half of his face, but he doesn't seem to care. His eyes are blown wide, giving you a dazed out stare as he continues to lap at your core.

This was going to be a long night.

— Noè, Choso, Connie, Luffy, Tighnari, Kazuha, Itto, Kaeya, Leorio, Ranpo, Techou, Tachihara, Cloud, Bachira, Chigiri, Nagi, Kaiser, Aiku, Kuroo, Tanaka, Miya twins, Hizashi, Mirio, Jin, Hawks, Tamaki, Sero, Denki, Kirishima, Sampo, Jiaoqui + your fav

You're such a brat.

You're lucky he still puts up with you after everything you've pulled. He glares down at you, the eye contact making you uneasy. Your mewling and whimpering did nothing to sway him. Your hands are still tied behind your back as his thighs continue to spread your legs open. His hands as roaming your body, squealing and pinching in places that make you jump, before he leaves them to play with your nipples.

His touch is light and teasing, driving you insane. Your nipples harden under his touch, embarrassing sounds escaping your throat as he continues to toy with them. You shove your face into the pillows next to you to muffle them. One of his hands leaves your chest to grip your chin, tilting your head back to stare directly at him. He wants to see every expression you make.

The tension between your legs becomes too much to ignore and you begin to discreetly hump his thigh, desperate for any kind of friction to relieve you. At least you thought you were discreet. You don't far before his hands are off you and he's shoving you away. With teary eyes you stare at him confused, why did he stop you?

You're needy and sensitive and you want him to touch you again. You beg for him to continue, but all he does is let out a low chuckle. He doesn't plan on letting you off the hook so easily. He wants to make sure this stays ingrained in your head so that you'll never make the same mistake again.

Because you're his, and he'll spend every second reminding you of that fact.

— August Ruthven, Sanemi, Iguro, Akaza, Geto, Dazai, Mori, Fukuchi, Shigiraki, Overhaul, Blade, Reiner, (s4) Eren, Feitan, Chrollo + your fav

He doesn't know why you keep trying, why you continue to run away. He doesn't understand whatever false sense of freedom you feel when he lets you out. Did you really think you could outrun him? Oh, how idiotic. If he had it in him he would pity you, so dumb and naive. It seems like you still haven't learned your lesson.

Your wrists and ankles are bound together, chained up to the wall. Tears prick your eyes but you know he won't care. He's leaning over you, peering down at your small form as you keep yanking at the restraints in hopes of being set free. You and he both know it's futile, so why keep fighting?

He grips your arms, sharp claws pinching the skin. Without warning he hastily leans down to sink his teeth into your neck. You scream out and thrash at the pain but he holds you still, makes you take it.

It doesn't take long for the venom to enter your systems, an intoxicating feeling clouding your mind and a strange but familiar heat coursing through your body. Your body tensed, heart-beat picking up as you tried to deny what was happening.

He licked the wound closed before stepping back. his eyes never leaving yours as he watched you squirm as the aphrodisiac set in. You scream at him, curses getting mixed in with small yelps as your body becomes sensitive to your clothes. But he isn't too worried about that. He'll break you one way or another.

And then you'll see that there is no way of escaping him.

— Sukuna, Kenjaku, Muzan, Douma, Fyodor, Dabi + your fav

HAPPY HALLOWEEN FREAKS!

Anyway just another disclaimer: I don't romanticize the actions performed in the last one, idk it just doesn't do anything for me, I also (personally) think it's unhealthy but wtv floats your boat ig!! (I say this like it isn't the longest section) IDK, it was just kinda fun to write, I've been meaning to get into darker themes(I have a Douma fic I've been meaning to write) so I wanted to go all out and see how it felt.

I love writing heacanons, ahhhhhhhh, I probably won't edit these so hopefully they aren't too bad!

@ CHERICOS 2024 all rights reserved do not repost, edit, copy, translate or plagiarise my works

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Cockwarming

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: Cockwarming

18+ Minors DNI!

You were studying with Mattheo in his dorm. 'Were' being the keyword here as you were currently sitting in his lap at his desk, his pants pulled down a bit, your panties thrown on the floor as his cock stuffed your pussy.

You weren't paying attention anymore and Mattheo knew that. He could feel you squirming and clenching his dick, clearly not focusing on the book in front of you two.

"Princess..." He started, mumbling into your skin as he pressed light kisses along your neck. "You're distracted."

"Sorry." You muttered, readjusting in his lap with a small moan. His cock had been throbbing inside you for the past 10 minutes now, which isn't a long time in general, but when he promised to fuck you after studying if you behave, the minutes felt like hours.

"I know this is boring, but you wanna pass right?" He asked, still murmuring into your neck.

"Uh huh." You nodded.

"Can you focus for me then, sweetheart?" He whispered in your ear now, his hands rubbing soothingly on your thighs.

"I'm trying." You pouted, leaning back to rest your head on his shoulder.

"You can do it. Remember-I said I'd take care of you if you behave." He reminded with a kiss to the side of your forehead, one of his hands moving up your thigh to softly rub your clit. "Don't you want that, princess?"

"Yes." You moaned, letting your eyes flutter shut.

"Then read the page for me, baby." He said, using his free hand to grab your jaw and make you look back at the page.

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