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I can only agree

My top 10 men:

GOJO SATORU-KUROO TETSUROU.

Nobody else.

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It’s actually killing me how canonically kind and sensitive Giyuu is.

He stitched the haori’s of his two loved ones together and wore it for years. He remembered Murata’s name after all this time. He felt so strongly about Sabito’s death he had to repress his feelings entirely to function again. He gave two siblings a chance to try to find a way to cure becoming a demon despite his duty to do otherwise. In the manga he helped Mitsuri up when Tengen accidentally knocked her over at the first pillar meeting we see. He wanted to try and befriend Sanemi by giving him his favorite snack.

The fact that he went from smiling so wide and tearing up over his friend slapping him to showing hardly any emotions at all–just so he wouldn’t succumb to the despair and hopelessness of his grief, just so he could keep living–it’s so heartbreaking.

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JVA (Japanese Volleyball Association) officially issued a business card for Kuroo ♥️♥️♥️

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How would they set the mood?

Suna:

Booty shaking or well built body being shown are absolute turn on to him. He would brush it of with a little spankie or teasing jokes but if he finds out his partner is showing things on purpose they're fucked.

And as for the mood setting Suna would keep the room dark or turns on the red lights, puts on his burning playlist or either whispers hot song lyrics into their ear while he seductively touches them and bites and nibbles on their ear.

Osamu:

Seductively eating is a hella big turn on when it comes to 'Samu. If they lick something for too long then RIP buddy.

Osamu would start by sitting near or around his partner while touching them mostly on their neck, shoulder and thighs. They can guess if he's horny by the way his brows are rised and his tongue is moving in his mouth. If he says "What do we have here to eat?" and he's not in front of the fridge he's horny.

Bokuto:

This sweet creature is an energetic horny ball but would actually hide it sometimes to make sure he's not hurting his partner. But they can actually turn them on in an uncontrollable way by showing off their thighs that would drive him crazy and the little Bo all grown.

After making sure he's partner is okay with the thing he would start with talking and just embracing and lightly kissing that even God doesn't know how did that thing would turn into moans and pants.

Kuroo:

This bitch doesn't even have a turn off mode. A lose clothing, a long hug, even bending to just picking up a thing would make him hard.

He would make a romantic atmosphere by sometimes lighting candles sometimes a hot movie maybe some flower pedals in a bathtub or even wears a suit for the occasion. But if he's in a more comforting mood with he's partner he would just jump on them to express how much he missed them. (It doesn't matter if they were together the whole day)

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kuroo walks into your apartment with a cat cradled in his arms.

there’s a moment where you want to choke him for it—but the cat is burrowing itself into him, held like a baby, a little bite taken out of its ear. it’s healed, you notice, but enough to give it some kind of character.

your first sign that something was wrong should’ve been that he knocked instead of using his key. you’re used to hearing him scramble around for it—and based on the fact that his left hand is barely touching the poor little thing, you imagine that he could’ve rooted around for them now, too.

you know he didn’t want to. you know that he wanted you to open the door and for him to stand in the threshold between hallway and shared home while he smiled at you; warm, hopeful, maybe a little bit of begging somewhere in there.

“you’re gonna let me keep him, right?” he asks.

him, you note. you stare up at your boyfriend for a moment, and then flicker down to the cat.

“i’ll keep him,” you say, “the jury’s still out on you.”

you step to the side and let kuroo (and the cat, still in his arms) slide their way into your home. kuroo doesn’t set him down as he steps on the heels of his shoes to take them off—not caring about creases or dirt or any of the like (which he should—it’s raining, there’s mud on his shoes. you’ll make him mop later).

“i found him, uh-“ he starts, and then looks down at the cat, lightly guiding him down to your wood floors. his paws patter against the surface as he splays out—tired, a little weirded out, eyeing the buzzing of the fridge, “he was in the parking lot at work and you know. couldn’t leave him there.”

“and did you-“

“we went to the vet on the way home! got his appointments and everything. he’ll be good.”

you and kuroo are both standing over this cat—watching his claws reach out to grab onto kuroo’s sock—tugging and releasing, tugging and releasing. he’s a cute little thing—calico, and you know it’s rare for boys to be calicos, so if you kuroo hadn’t already mentioned the vet, you would’ve called him out on it.

“and the name?” you say instead.

kuroo laughs—it’s warm and breathy. you can smell the rain on him from here. his chest looks comfortable.

looking at the cat, you think you might have to start sharing soon.

“uh, didn’t quite get there yet,” he replies. there’s a pause as you both ponder the cat. he’s getting up now, weaving between kuroo’s legs and sniffing at his just-set-down backpack. “someone in the elevator said he looked like a honey.”

you laugh. “honey?” the name feels saccharine on your tongue—full and sticky and hot on your breath, “that’s not a name.”

kuroo finally bends down—he’s going to sit on the floor, you realize—and let’s the cat curl up in his lap as he sits criss-cross. you join him, moving a ways away from your shoe rack to put distance between you and his mud-covered vans, and watch as the little calico paws at his t-shirt.

it’s a favorite of his. vintage, thrifted, that off-white almost-cream color and an old band’s logo that his dad likes. if he rips it, you’re not sure kuroo will forgive the poor thing.

“i didn’t think so either,” he replies. the cat is nudging his hand. he lets him. “didn’t have the heart to tell the guy i hated it.”

there’s a moment where you both pause. about a month ago, you were both joking about cat names. shell, for mary shelley, barry, for barium, bear, for the bare naked ladies. none of them feel quite right.

“we could always go for marv,” he says, and you reach over, swatting at his shoulder while he tries to catch your hand.

“that’s your plant, dumbass.” the spider plant. by the window. a rescue from some shitty department store. this guy’s not so different, you suppose.

“you can’t have too many marvs.”

“i think one marv is toeing the line, tetsurou.”

he lets his eyes get real big—all jests and humor, and drops his jaw as he glances over to marv—a you didn’t just say that making its way over to you without a single click of his tongue.

“we could always just like—i don’t know—let this marinate for a-“

“ooh,” he interrupts, “nate, short for marinate, that’s a great one.”

“i could kill you.”

“you won’t.”

“i’m gonna name him sal if you don’t stop.”

“like the impractical joker?” he asks, and you both want to laugh—you can see it in the wobble of his mouth as he speaks. you can feel it in yours.

“like the impractical joker.”

“i think murr goes harder than sal.”

“murr, short for murder.”

the cat seems to have finally noticed you—eyes creeping open from kuroo’s lap—gazing bright and sharp at you. he stretches out a paw onto the cold wood and starts to cross the little gap—pitter patter as his paws stick and then unstick from the floors. he climbs up on your jeans and settles himself onto your thighs.

“i think he likes murr,” you say, and raise a hand to scratch between his ears.

kuroo’s brow furrows. you like when his face does this—all wrinkled and weird and grumpy in a way that you know is never genuine.

“i’m not naming our cat murr,” he replies, and you shrug.

“we’ll let it marinate,” you say, and he laughs.

“sure,” he’s watching the two of you. there’s a smile working its way through his tone, “whatever makes you happy.”

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Kuroo Tetsurou just got appointed as the Special Chief of the Japan Volleyball Association!!!

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[Smut] [x AFAB!Reader] Cinematography

CONTENT

Men who’d take videos of your cum covered body or face to save for later. NSFW, 18+, smut, assigned female at birth (AFAB) reader, implied feminine reader (he calls you a "good girl" etc.), exhibitionism if you squint, praise, filming sex, making porn basically, vaginal penetration, implied blowjob/face fucking, alludes to cunnilingus, cum on body, swallowing cum, facial, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

Ones you probably expected FUSHIGURO TOJI, RYOMEN SUKUNA, GOJO SATORU, CHILDE, KAEYA, UZUI TENGEN, MIGUEL O’HARA, MARIUS VON HAGEN

Ones that you might not have expected but they do it possessively KAMO CHOSO, NANAMI KENTO, FUSHIGURO MEGUMI, ALHAITHAM, HEIZOU

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There’s something about filming fucking you from behind with the flash on that turns him on like crazy. The way your ass bounces and the plush flesh recoils makes him lightheaded. The sounds that fill the room turn you both on, making you extra sensitive. The light slapping of skin, the wet “plap” noises, the sound of his veiny cock dragging on your slick walls, hitting the deep bundle of nerves in you with every thrust. There’s a visible ring of cream around the base of his cock and there’s a clear shine because the flash reflects off how wet you are and how much you’ve coated his dick. You can’t explain why, but it has you reaching your high faster than you expected.

Maybe it’s the way that he eggs you on more, saying things like “behave for the camera, darling,” or when he talks to the phone like “look at you, taking it so well… Such a good fucking girl.” Maybe you secretly liked being filmed, even though you knew no one would ever see it but you and him. Maybe you liked the nasty idea of being watched, even if only by your boyfriend when he opens the video in the future to pleasure himself to.

You don’t dwell on the thoughts for long though, your impending orgasm pulling you out of your pondering. You give him a short and strained sob of a warning before you clamp down on him. You moan into the pillow you shoved your face into to contain your uncontrollable voice. Waves of pleasure crash through your body as you visibly shake for the camera. The scene in front of him plus the tightening of your pussy around him has his eyes rolling back and has him cumming in a few strokes. He shoots his load all over your ass and back, a few ropes of cum reaching your upper back. He kneads your ass as he enjoys his afterglow and ends the recording after properly capturing your cum covered body. But he’ll still stay there, cooing praises and telling you how well you did. He’ll sit there, admiring his work. Seeing his cum drip down your ass is such a filthy and sinful view, he just can’t help how satisfied it makes him feel.

Other times he’ll have your pretty self on your knees, filming you with your tongue out, doe eyes looking up at him as he pumps his cock with his hand. You’ve just sucked the soul out of him, deepthroating him and letting him face fuck you. He’s already so close and you’re basically asking him to paint your face with how you’re looking at him. The whole situation makes your needy cunt clench around nothing. He knows that you deserve a reward and he’ll either fuck it into you or eat you out to give it to you after this. So, he finishes quickly so he can take care of you fast. He groans out to let you know he’s about to cum. He aims for your mouth but towards the end, he covers your face with his release. It forces you to close an eye shut to avoid any unwanted inconvenience.

He records the whole thing using the room’s ambient lighting instead of flash, the flash sometimes doesn’t capture your cute face properly since the camera is a bit far away, so he chooses this. For him, the whole point of filming is to capture your lovely expressions, especially when, after he finishes, you swallow and open your mouth to show him you didn’t waste a drop. He praises you a bit before ending the recording and giving you the reward you deserve for being his pretty and good girl.

Thank you for reading!

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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔... didn't think he'd be doubled over clutching his crotch today.

you're busy today, running errands and taking some time for yourself from your daughter— your sweet pumpkin. gojo agrees, you've been pushing yourself too hard lately and if anyone deserved a break from the world and from being, what he deems as the best mother to exist, it was you.

not long ago he kissed you goodbye, pink plump cheeks pressing an annoying wet kiss to your soft cheek before waving you off.

it was just him and his baby girl today, and he was confident that he could at least keep your daughter occupied for a few hours until you get back.

it couldn't be hard right? after all, he was an impeccable father.

all was going well.

lunch went well; pumpkin ate all of her food. playtime went well; pumpkin was very happy.

gojo feels pretty good at this point and also pretty tired. keeping up with his daughter's antics today has been easy. keep her fed and entertained and it'll all go fine, is what you told your husband before you left.

"dada!" his baby girl wobbles to her feet, walking to where her father sits on her squishy pink playmat. he's sitting with his legs criss crossed, hands on the mat as he waits for her to return with a toy.

"yes, pumpkin? what is it?" gojo replies patiently.

"i have a toy for you!" she giggles, offering it to him.

before he can grab it, his clumsy daughter drops it— and it lands, right on his crotch. a heavy wooden toy train slamming right onto his clothed crotch with the very force of gravity.

"oh, fu—" gojo grunts, immediately curling into himself and shutting his eyes in pain. "oh, god."

pumpkin stares at him in confusion.

if gojo thinks too hard, his eyes will start watering. he swears he'll never have kids again... not by choice, but simply because the toy train might've taken away his ability to impregnant you again. he takes a heavy breath in, groaning.

"dada!" pumpkin wails, deeply afraid of what just happened. she's never seen him in such pain before. her eyes immediately water with fat tears, cascading down her little chubby cheeks.

"oh, sweetheart. don't cry." your husband says, breath labored still from the hit he just took. he sits up to the best of his ability, taking his toddler into his arms.

"dada, hurt?"

"a little... it was just an accident, pumpkin." gojo frowns, gently combing her little white cowlick. "just an accident. i'm fine, see?"

she breathes shakily. the sight of her father in pain nearly scared the daylights out of the poor girl. gojo continues petting her little snowy curls, sighing into her scalp. she smells like vanilla and baby powder.

"i'm sowwy..." she babbles.

"it's okay, it's okay. shhh." gojo shushes her.

despite the fatal blow he just took, nothing could possibly make him angry— especially considering it was just his baby who hurt him. gojo gives the toy train a gentle kick, turning the weapon away with a socked foot.

the doorbell rings.

"mama?!" pumpkin squeals, hopping off of gojo's lap immediately and running to the door.

the white-haired man follows, groaning as he stands. he follows behind his daughter, limping in pain.

it'll be a funny story, he thinks.

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Roommate Kuroo (HC’S) 🐈‍⬛

I just had to write about this little shithead ❤️

Divider by @sugucide <3

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- 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 who instantly became very good friends with you when you first moved in. Even helped you settle in.

- 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 Who one day cooked something so bad it stunk for days the whole apartment.

- 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 Who accidentally locks you out of the apartment, but comes rushing over when you called him because you didn’t have your keys.

- 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 Who uses the bathroom for soo long when you’re on the verge of literally peeing yourself. You’re pounding on the door for him to hurry up but he just cackle’s and stays a little longer to tease you.

- 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 Who changes with the door wide opened so you could see his frame. Then teases you of looking at him.

- 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 Who buys the groceries every week with you. Because he wants to spend time with you even if it’s doing the little things like pushing the cart.

- 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 Who broke your favorite cup but bought you a new cute one to say sorry.

- 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 Who leaves you a a little note saying you’ll do well whenever you have an exam or a really big presentation he knows you worked really hard on.

- 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 Who pouts when you can’t make movie night and tries to cling to you so you stayed with him.

- 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 Who’s happy you get along well with Kenma. Invites him over so he could get out of his comfort zone more. Secretly gets jealous whenever you get too close to kenma.

- 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 Who sometimes uses your shampoo when you’re not home cause he misses you.

- 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 Who tell’s you about his day and listen’s to yours everyday he gets home.

- 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 Who’s actually so in love with you but doesn’t want to ruin what you guys already have. :(

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Let’s just say the best part of the new Haikyuu trailer is Kuroo 👀

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Gojo Satoru's life sized figure (now I wanna be the skeleton)

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THE UNDERCUT, THE SMIRK... HIM💙