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[hajiwaa]

I,, I don’t even know what to say yall, I went fucking insane

phew

Tw: incest (finally, staple tag is back) just,, so much of it, I’m making up for how many posts it’s been since I’ve used it ig

Never overtly state an age but yk, younger than jinx should tell u enough

SILCOOOO SILCO THR MAN THAT YOU ARE GODDDDDDD FUCK OH MY GOD

I want him to be soft and gentle and kind with me

I need to not think about this rn but also I would kill to have him be my big brother he’s the perfect age to be the “perfect” role model big brother oh god

need him to shelter you and keep you basically locked up bc you’re all he has and he can’t lose you, but you don’t mind because he’s your big brother and he knows best, even if it’s really lonely being all by yourself until he comes back late into the day

plus, keeping you all isolated means your estatic everytime he comes home, jumping on him and excitedly telling him all the fun adventures you had with your plushies today

he gets you all to himself, his precious little sister

and imagine when he adopts Jinx

idk how old she is when he finds her but in my heart she’s older than you so now you have a cool older sister and she knows so much more than you, she’s been outside before!!!

you could sit and listen to her tales for hours, even if big brother doesn’t like the ideas it puts in your head

ouuughhh the first time you mention wanting to go out he gets this scary look on his face you’ve never seen before and he grabs your wrist really tightly and makes you promise never to leave and ofc you do bc he’s your big brother but that was really spooky :( he has to sit and comfort you after that, gently brushing your hair and apologizing, he’s just so worried about you, you know? The world out there is scary and full of pain, he doesn’t want that for you

I just want big brother silco to be heavily manipulating and scary but you don’t really know because he’s all you’ve ever had, that’s just what big brothers do :3 you love him and he loves you and you’ll stay locked up until you’re old and grey if that’s what he wants, because you love him

* for later, just soft stuff rn

I want him to be so soft and gentle with his little sister

You’re so spoiled, the only thing he EVER says no to is going outside, everything else you get

fuck, if you wanted a pony he’d probably find a way to get you one

he’d much prefer if you wanted something simple, like a cat or a dog but he’ll do anything for you no matter how unreasonable

also dad silco oh god oh god

Being his baby, his everything, the one thing in his life he truly loves and cares for

he still remembers when you were so tiny, when he cradled you in his arms and you smiled up at him for the first time, and look at you now

you’re getting old much too fast for his liking

you’re his baby, you should stay that way a little while longer

sometimes he takes you on outings, short and very careful ones, and that childish sparkle in your eyes, the awe and wonder as you look around despite how awful and hideous he sees the undercity, he never wants you to lose that

He doesn’t want to see the light in your eyes dim like his has, he doesn’t want to see you grow cold and cynical like your old man

he’s careful with you, like you’ll break (because he’s afraid his touch, his old and tainted hands that have done so much evil, will somehow ruin you)

he sees the way you look at him, those big round eyes sparkling while you jump into his arms when he comes out, that sweet voice of yours calling him daddy and saying how happy you are to see him, he doesn’t want you to know what he’s done, what he’s doing, anything that might make you hate him (not that he would blame you if you did)

Sometimes, in moments of weakness late at night when you’re cradled to his chest and blinking sleepily, he’ll ask you if you hate him, if there’s anything you could find out that would make you hate him

And obviously you shake your head, glaring up at him

Nothing could ever make you hate your daddy. He’s yours, and you’ll love him forever

he’s so silly for thinking that!

leaning your head up to kiss him on the cheek but it lands on his lips but you don’t even realize cause ur so tired

** for later :3

you fall asleep listening to your father’s soft heartbeat under your head, and he clutches you just a little tighter

Both dad and big brother silco would carry you to bed when you fall asleep in the living room, his face soft as he gazes down at you in his arms

he tucks you into bed so gently, kissing your forehead and just sitting there watching you sleep so peacefully

He hopes nothing ever ruins this

That gentle innocence you have, like nothing could ever go wrong because you have him

he’s all you need

god and with dad silco, you’ve never even really asked about your mother

You don’t care, why would you? All you need is your daddy

I need big brother silco to carry you on his shoulders and when you whine and tell him to put you down because he might hurt himself!!! He frowns and tells you to just have fun, it’s not your job to worry about him like that

if he stays up a few extra hours massaging his muscles from the pain, that’s his own problem

He’d do anything to make you happy

AND DAD SILCO WHEN HE ADOPTS JINX OHHHH GODDDD

you worry he’s going to stop loving you, he has jinx now, after all

You’ve never had to share his love before, he always tells you you’re his one and only baby, so why is this new little girl here, and why does he care so much about her?

it’s irrational and stupid, you know it is, but it doesn’t stop the pang of fear when you see how happy she makes him

your daddy would never stop loving you, that’s silly, but you still stay up late watching the ceiling and wondering.. what if he does?

those late night irrational fears but even worse because you’ve never had them before, you’ve never had a reason to

I need him to hold you so gently in his lap, his hands cradling your face while he repeats how much he loves you in a really stern but not mad tone

He wants it to get stuck in your brain that he loves you, you’re everything to him, his baby, his daughter, his darling

eventually you’d warm up to jinx too

she’s so fun and bubbly and exciting and cool, you look up to her

she does influence you a little bit, but you’re still Silco’s baby girl so you don’t really change too much

The most is you’ve developed a new interest in tinkering, taking stuff apart and putting it back together

Silco buys a bunch of things and just drops them off by your room so you can mess around with them

To be his shy little sister or his shy daughter and always hiding behind him, peeking out with those big wobbly eyes

want him to be horribly protective over you

All his underlings learnt very fast not to look at or speak to you

one guy made some rude comment about you and made you cry, he was never seen again <3

it think him having a little girl would add another layer to his actions like hes doing this shit also to be able to give her a life he never got growing up in the undercity

now that hes rich and powerful, nothing will ever be able to hurt her, she will never go to bed hungry or cold or wonder if she will wake up the next dsy like he did

he doesn’t want her to suffer like he did, he wants to make it better for her, no matter what he has to do for that to happen

with a little sister or a child, he just wants you to be happy

He remembers what his childhood was like, and he would rather die than let that happen to you too (/any more than it already has for the little sister)

okay, okay yall ready for more on the spot rants

But first

* - and of course it goes in a horny direction eventually

you’re getting to that age, you’ve had your first period and sometimes, your big brother’s commanding voice stops making your stomach twist in fear and starts causing another emotion you don’t quite understand, but he will!! He’s ur smart and experienced big brother, of course he would know what it means when that spot between your legs gets all wet when you’re sitting in his lap

** - wait kinda going off that, yk how its not uncommon for parents and kids to peck eachother on the lips when the kids really young? that with silco but you never grew out of it, youre well into your teen and he still gives you kisses on the lips but they stop being as chaste and innocent, instead lasting longer and being much deeper as he cradles your jaw to keep you in place

now then

Thinking about daddy Silco who’s always so gentle and kind with you, he’s patient when you get nervous and he smiles so softly when you blink up at him

He’s your loving and sweet daddy, which is exactly why you were so confused when you went to his room after having a nightmare and see him doing something odd

You peek into his room and ur about to call out to him when you hear him say your name, but it’s weird

his voice is soft and breathy, but not like when he’s sleepy, it sounds strained

For a moment, it makes your tummy warm, but then you realize he might be hurt!!! So you barge in ofc

But he’s not hurt. Or at least, it doesn’t look that way

in fact, he looks…

You aren’t sure what word you’re looking for, but he looks happy in a weird way

You lean a little too hard on the door and it creaks open and his head has never SNAPPED so fast towards you

you’re standing in his doorway, eyes big and wide and curious while his own are narrowed and darting around as you prance in his room, pouting just a little

Obviously, you’re still a little worried he’s hurt, especially when you get close and see something long between his legs that’s red and wet and twitching :( that looks painful!!

looking up at him with those big puppy dog eyes as you ask him what’s wrong, does he need your help? Is that why he was calling your name? You’re very sorry you didn’t hear him before :(

the sight of whatever it is makes spit pool in your mouth, and you can’t help falling to your knees beside his bed and just staring at it, lashes fluttering

obviously your daddy is shocked because what the fuck are you doing?? But he, being as calculated as he is, also sees an obvious opportunity here

He can get relief for this problem he’s had for years, and you don’t even have to know what you’re doing is wrong

After all, who’d be here to tell you? He keeps you safe and sheltered, nobody could tell you, nobody would dare

He’s spent so much of his life and livelihood taking care of you, surely it wouldn’t hurt to have you help him a little back <3

Oh, daddy silco who’s so gentle and kind with you, he’d never do anything bad, so when he tells you that you can help him, you jump at the chance

He tells you to touch it, and teaches you exactly how

It’s too much though, the thoughts spinning in his head are too dangerous so he pulls away from you and tells you to just go to bed

But you wanna help!! Your daddy is hurting, why can’t you help him??

Your eyes are big and wobbly, full of tears as you ask him if he doesn’t want your help, if you weren’t doing good enough

He’s never told you no like this before, it hurts

Did you not do a good job? Did you make the pain worse?? You didn’t mean to, you thought you did exactly what he said :(

No matter how cruel and evil he is outside of these walls, the moment he steps inside, he’s nothing but your gentle daddy, the man who raised you, the only person you’ve ever needed, so to have him act so mean with you..

and now, of course, he feels guilty

You’re his baby, his sweet daughter, he didn’t mean to make you cry

He would hold your face in his hands but they’re still a little,, wet, so instead he just leans forward to catch your eyes and tells you he’s sorry, it’s okay, he just wants you to get some sleep, not stay up helping him

God goddddd I need him

I want him to just leave it at touching at first, but then he thinks maybe it’ll satiate his urge more to have you suck him off and obviously that leads to you getting horny and he has to help his baby, he can’t leave you to suffer <3

Honestly it would work for big brother silco too but I see him (as I do with most big brothers, but I’ll save that for the fic I’m working on) as more of a jerking off while ur asleep and you wake up with blurry eyes and a quiet voice as you ask him what he’s doing and he can’t find his voice to explain it away so he just lets you blindly grasp around to find his hand only to find his dick instead

You cringe away, it’s warm and wet and you swear it moved, but he’s quick to grab your fingers and drag you back, his breath warm and sticky on your neck

your voice is a little shaky as you ask your brother what he’s doing, what are you touching? You don’t understand, it’s a little scary..

His voice deep and husky while he tells you he just needs a little help, just lay still and it’ll be over in a minute <3 sighhhh

feeling his hot and sticky cum on ur wrist when he’s done using your hand for his own pleasure and before he can clean it for you, you pull it up to your face and look at the substance with a tilted head before your little tongue sneaks out to try a bit

He chuckles a little at the scrunched face you make, but he admittedly finds that hot as fuck <3

not to be positively disgusting but where big brother Silco’s favorite part is probably your little tits or your tummy, daddy Silco’s is definitely ur pussy <3 the pussy he made himself, the pussy he helped created now holding his cum, the same cum that made it in the first place <33

It’s not like he expected this to happen, but the fact your cunt was made by him and now it’s for him does make his dick twitch

he could eat you out for hours at a time, tasting that sweet slick that you make just for him, your precious cunny that’s only for your papa, nobody else

He knows it’s horrible of him, easily the worst thing he’s ever done in his life

But no man is as perfect for you as your own father. He needs you, and you deserve him

Besides, it can’t be that bad if you want it (you don’t know any better)

thinking about sitting in big brother Silco’s lap while he’s in his big fancy chair and pouting because he’s playing with your pussy and ur getting the chair all wet >:( he’s making you make a mess, and you can tell by the look on his face he thinks it’s funny, meanie!!

daddy silco who eats you out until ur sleepy, you wake him up cause you had a nightmare and he happily offers to make you sleepy again <3

guys,, guys this man has done irreparable things to my mind and my brain and my thoughts

I want him

Big brother or daddy Silco waking you up with kisses and they start all silly and innocent but they slowly get more deep and sensual, your sleepy lashes fluttering against his cheek as he tugs you back into his lips over and over, your hands weakly pressed against his chest, not to push him away, just to feel him

Euuughh I need to go take a cold shower or sum this man has me insane

[hajiwaa]

A Helping Hand Masterpost [silco/f!reader; no use of y/n; explicit; touch-starved chars; slow burn; themes of D/s]

Reading Order (Main Fic + Reverse POVs) [ongoing]

Denial (pre-prologue) [1.1k] [sfw]

Prologue [1.5k] [sfw] [minor body horror] [podfic]

Part 1 [2.8k] [sfw]

Part 2 [3.1k] [sfw rated M]

Part 3 [3.3k] [sfw rated M] [tw panic attack]

Part 4 [2.8k] [sfw]

Part 5 [3.5k] [rated M] [D/s]

Part 6 [2.6k] [nsfw] [masturbation]

Part 7 [2.7k] [sfw rated M]

Part 8 [3k] [rated M] [light bondage]

Part 9 [3.4k] [rated M] [light bondage]

(Reverse POV Part 9) [2.4k] [rated M] [D/s]

Part 10 [3k] [sfw] [minor painkiller abuse]

Part 11 [2.8k] [rated M] [unhealthy relation to pain]

(Reverse POV Part 11) [2k] [nsfw] [D/s] [addt’l tags on post]

Part 12 [2.4k] [rated M] [D/s]

Part 13 [3k] [sfw rated M]

Part 14 [2.5k] [sfw] [soft silco]

(Reverse POV Part 14) [2.5k] [sfw rated M] [soft silco]

Part 15 [2.7k] [sfw]

Part 16 [3.4k] [rated M] [therapy dom silco]

Part 17 [2.5k] [explicit] [masturbation]

Part 18 [3.1k] [rated M] [tw panic attack, body image issues, descriptions of body modifications]

(Reverse POV Part 18) [1k] [sfw] [soft silco?]

Part 19 [3.4k] [sfw rated M] [tw body image issues, descriptions of body modifications]

(Reverse POV prequel) [1.6k] [sfw] [gun violence]

Part 20 [2.8k] [sfw rated M] [tw body image issues, body modifications, bastard behavior]

(Reverse POV Post 19-20; collab with @insult-2-injury ) [3.3k] [explicit] [masturbation] [addt’l tags on post]

Part 21 [3.4k] [sfw rated M] [gun ptsd]

Part 22 [2.5k] [sfw rated M] [gun ptsd]

Part 23 [3.7k] [rated M] [gun ptsd] [drunkenness]

Part 24 [3.7k] [nsfw] [D/s]

(Reverse POV between 23-24) [2k] [rated M] [non-consensual drugging but no funny business]

Part 25 [3.3k] [nsfw] [D/s] [discipline] [corporal punishment] [impact play] [addt’l tags on post]

Part 26 [4.3k] [explicit] [D/s] [impact play] [glove kink] [sexual content] [addt’l tags on post]

Part 27 [3.5k] [rated M] [welp. boundaries I guess?] [angst]

(Reverse POV Part 24) [2.3k] [nsfw] [D/s]

(Reverse POV Part 25) [4.8k] [nsfw] [D/s] [addt’l tags on post]

(Reverse POV Part 26) [6k] [explicit] [D/s] [sadist!silco] [addt’l tags on post]

(Reverse POV Part 27) [2.5k] [nsfw] [addt’l tags on post]

Part 28 [2.6k] [rated m] [gun ptsd]

Part 29 [2.9k] [rated m] [gun ptsd]

Part 30 [3.4k] [rated m] [discussion of ptsd]

Art

@dad-dumpster for Begging Forgiveness, and Self Control and Chapter 25 👀

@thesaltybuns commission of Ivy

@deny-the-issue the cooperative hair braiding from 15/16

@steponmesilco RIDING CROP SILCO 👀🥵

@echonidae Zaun-lit Ivy commission 😍

@elie-fluff did a reader portrait as well 👀❤️

refs for the prosthesis

AU Bonus Fics (ft OC name)

Taking the Shot by @insult-2-injury [6.5k] [explicit] [glove kink] [mirrors 👀] [addt’l tags on post]

Make Me Melt [3.1k] [rated M] [D/s themes] [jinx unwittingly creates date night]

Taste Test by @sweatandwoe [5.8k] [explicit] [D/s] [under-the-desk mischief] [addt’l tags on post]

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[hajiwaa]

A Heart Devoured (AHD) : A Dark Yandere Anthology

Step into a world of dangerous devotion and forbidden desires. A Heart Devoured is a collection of hauntingly seductive one-shots and imagines, each exploring the intoxicating grip of male yanderes. From possessive protectors to manipulative masterminds, these stories dive deep into the dark allure of obsession, blending romance, horror, and suspense.

Whether you crave a lover who would burn the world for you—or one who would chain you to it—this anthology delivers raw passion and chilling intensity that will leave you breathless and craving more.

You are their everything. Escape, if you dare.

Warning: These husbands take "forever" seriously.

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♡ For Reader-Inserts. I only write Male Yandere x Female (Fem.) Reader (heterosexual couple). No LGBTQ+:

♡ ⭐. Author's Personal Favorites. ♡ 🔞. NSFW / extremely explicit themes (non-con, sexual torture, dangerous edge play, degradation, humiliation, BDSM, etc.)

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Table of Contents

Yandere! Alpha! Wolf Hybrid & Little Omega

Drabbles

“You look prettier when you cry.”

“Do you know what I love most about you?”

“You don’t get to decide anymore,”

“And treasures don’t get to escape.”

“You’re waiting for someone to come for you, aren’t you?”

“Cry for me,”

“But don’t worry, darling. I’ll fill it with something better. Me.”

“You’ll only ever have one choice with me,”

Novelette 1 : Marked and Mated

🔞Run all you want, little omega—I love the chase.

Yandere! Chief of Police & Dollface

Headcanons

The sirens wailed, but no one was coming for you—they were his, just like you are now.

Yandere! College! Bully & Loser

Details: MBTI - INTJ ; Enneagram - 8w7

Oneshots

The worst part? You’ve stopped trying to fight it.

Novella 1 : Torn Between Us

In a world where no one cares, he’s the one who notices you… and that’s frightening.

Trust no one. Not even yourself.

🔞A night of hedonism becomes your worst nightmare.

🔞Part 4

Yandere! Criminal Prosecutor & Pet

Drabbles

“Soon, you won’t even remember what freedom tasted like.”

"Kneel. Now."

Oneshots

“This isn’t an interrogation. It’s a love story—you just don’t know it yet.”

Yandere! Divorce Attorney & Church Girl

Headcanons

In his world, love isn’t a choice—it’s a life sentence.

Novella 1 : Skin of the Saint

He didn’t believe in love, but she made him question everything.

She was everything he despised, and yet he kept returning.

She lived for her God; he lived to see her fall.

⭐He couldn’t touch her purity, but he could burn everything around her.

He wasn’t your savior, but he would break you like a sinner.

His love was a sin, but sins could be absolved—couldn’t they?

A stolen kiss, a forged marriage, and a choice that would ruin more than just your life.

🔞He kissed her like a punishment, touched her like a prayer.

Novelette 2 : Angels Cry, Devils Burn

Angels Cry, Devils Burn 1

Yandere! Emperor & Little Dove

Details: MBTI - ENFJ ; Enneagram - 8w7

Drabbles

“Do you know why I haven’t kissed you yet?”

“Do you like it?”

Headcanons

"I burned their world for daring to look at you—imagine what I’d do if you tried to leave."

Yandere! Ex-Boyfriend & Cheating Bitch

Details: MBTI - ENTP ; Enneagram - 7w8

Drabbles

“You disobeyed me. Again.”

“Miss me?”

“Pray I don’t snap. Because if I do, you won’t survive it.”

Novella 1 : Friction & Fire

She wasn't looking for love, but love wasn't asking for permission.

Some truths are better left buried.

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Yandere! FBI Agent & Sweets

Oneshots

He knows your favorite color, your childhood fears, and how you’ll look in a coffin.

Yandere! Hitman & любимая {darling}

Oneshots

“You should’ve pulled the trigger when you had the chance.”

Yandere! Hockey Captain & Ice Princess

Oneshots

You skate for freedom, but he’s about to make you his trophy.

Yandere! Isekai! Knight & Little Mouse

Details: MBTI - ENTJ; Enneagram - 8w7

Headcanons

What happens when a hero's love turns into an obsession that even he can't control?

Oneshots

In his eyes, your defiance isn’t strength—it’s foreplay.

Yandere! Marine Corps & Good Girl

Details: MBTI - ISTP ; Enneagram - 6w5

Oneshots

He crushed a man’s skull beneath his boot and turned to you with a smile.

"You’ll never escape me—not when I’m the only one keeping you alive."

Yandere! Nerd & Little Sugar

Details: MBTI - INTJ ; Enneagram - 6w5

Drabbles

“You think this is a game?”

Oneshots

No one else noticed the quiet boy in the corner, but he’s all you’ll notice now.

Yandere! Owner (?) & ???

Oneshots

Sold to the highest bidder—your nightmare begins now.

Yandere! Painter & ???

Drabbles

"You like testing me, don’t you?"

Yandere! Prison Warden & Fuckin' Filth

Oneshots

In this prison, there are no rules—except for his.

The rules are simple: obey, or suffer. And you’ve already broken every single one.

Yandere! Professional Gambler & Doll

Headcanons

He’s the last bet you’ll ever make—and the one you’ll never walk away from.

Yandere! Reverse Harem & Rape Slave

Novella 1 : Killer Charm

🔞Killer Charm 1

🔞Killer Charm 2

🔞Killer Charm 3

🔞Killer Charm 4

Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss & Wife

Details: MBTI - ENTJ ; Enneagram - 8w7

Novella 1 : The Enemy In His Bed

⭐️🔞"I trusted you, wife, and now I'll teach you what betrayal feels like."

There is no safe word. There is no escape.

Yandere! Spanish Pirate Captain & Mi Tesoro {treasure}

Novelette 1 : El Capitán's Tesoro

🔞When the Capitán says you're his treasure, he means it—he’ll spill blood, even yours, to keep it.

Yandere! Stalker & ???

Oneshots

The man in your apartment knows you better than you know yourself.

Yandere! Sugar Daddy & Sugar Baby (?)

Drabbles

“You didn’t think I’d let you leave after the vows, did you?”

“What the fuck was that?”

Headcanons

⭐You’ve never feared a kiss before, but his feels like a loaded gun.

Novella 1 : Bye, Bye, Bye

In his world, sugar babies don’t get to keep secrets.

He gave you everything, but all you gave him was distance—and it was driving him mad.

The rules were clear: no emotions, no questions, no attachments—until he broke every single one.

Jealousy is a fire, and he’ll burn anyone who gets too close.

🔞He’s not just your sugar daddy—he’s a sadistic master who won’t let you go.

When devotion turns to madness, no one is safe—not even the one he loves.

Novella 2 : Money, Money, Money

Money, Money, Money 1

Yandere! Vigilante & Sweetheart

Headcanons

"I’ll burn the world if it means keeping you warm in the ashes."

He’d rather destroy you than let someone else touch you—because if you’re not his, you’re nothing.

Oneshots

He’s the savior of many—but your destruction is his true mission.

Yandere! Volleyball Captain & Babe

Oneshots

“They all warned you about me, didn’t they? But you just couldn’t stay away.”

Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor & Little Prey

Details: MBTI - ISTP; Enneagram - 8w7

Drabbles

“No, I’d rather keep you. Watch you squirm. Hear you beg.”

Oneshots

⭐️In the world of the dead, he was the only thing keeping you alive—and tearing you apart.

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♡ Book 1 [you are here]. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

♡ Book 4. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.

♡ Library MASTERPOST 1. The Librarian’s Ledger: A Map to The Library of Forbidden Texts.

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[hajiwaa]

MAFIA HEADCANONS - ZHONGLI

WARNING: NSFW

PAIRING: ZHONGLI X FEM READER

„You are all remarkably silent today.”

Zhongli’s amber orbs measuredly glance over the two rigid men that fill the space of his ritzy office. He readjusts his glasses with the tip of his finger and splays his hands on the plush armrests of the chair. The cerulean eyes looking at him directly from the opposite side of the antique desk shut tiredly as their owner sighs. 

„What did you do?”

Zhongli cuts the chase, expression ever so stoic as Childe, his most trusted advisor and right hand, laughs nervously while making a flippant gesture with his hands.

„We? No, nothing. Absolutely nothing. You know, boss…,”

Zhongli’s impassive demeanour tells Childe that he actually doesn’t know, and the ginger-head appears to be at a loss of proper words.

„Childe?”

Zhongli pushes all too tepidly to be ignored for the second time.

„This old geezer that owes you money, he doesn’t have it. We were late. You are not going to squeeze a single mora out of his broke ass.”

Xiao comes clean, walking up to the desk. Childe cranes his neck to shoot him a glare that hides murderous intent behind the beauty of the cerulean eyes, but Xiao couldn’t care less. He has never had a filter to his mouth, and Childe regrets not explaining things by himself. Before the shorty puts the final nail to Childe’s coffin, he decides to promptly take over that conversation.

„Listen, Zhongli, we might have acted a bit too…, how should I put it, er, indulgently when handling this whole issue, but I assure you that-,”

„Childe. I don’t want his money.”

„Yes, as I was saying, we still can—,”

Childe trails off as Zhongli’s words make all the gears in his brain grind to a halt.

„W-wait, you what?”

Childe’s eyebrows shoot up to his brain. He might not be the mastermind here, but he sure realizes the paramount importance of debt collection. They are mobsters, not some fucking charity organisation. He scrutinizes his boss intensely, drilling a hole in his handsome face as if looking for any signs of physical or maybe rather mental illness, but there is just nothing. Zhongli’s phlegmatic expression is unreadable.

„Tell him I am ready to forego the debt if he decides to offer his daughter as a payment.”

Childe doesn’t seem to be able to comprehend what his boss wants from him and just sits there like a hooker waiting for the first client. Did he hear him correctly? He opens his mouth to voice his protest, but Xiao is quicker to break the deafening silence.

„We’ll bring her by nightfall.”

Xiao spins on his heel and flicks Childe’s forehead, which elicits a groan of pain from the stunned man.

„Hey, watch it!”

Childe warns while grudgingly lifting himself from the chair with the verve of an old man. He massages his forehead and attempts to peer at his boss for one last time in the hope of some miraculous change of heart, but to no avail. Childe concludes that even rocks tend to be more emotive than the blockhead of a boss that he needs to put up with on a daily basis.

„Fine, you won. I’ll bring you that girl. But if we all go bankrupt one day, don’t come crying to me.”

Zhongli chuckles fondly, some sort of sparks flashing in the depth of his amber eyes.

„I’m counting on you, Tartaglia.”

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THOMA + FIRST TIME

pairings: best friend ! thoma & virgin ! f ! reader

notes: modern au, college au, ayaka is also there, slight kujou sara & itto, implied mutual pining.

warnings: first time, thoma is literally perfect, making out, shy ! reader, little bit of tiddy sucking, slight consent / virginity kink, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, fingering, squirting.

word count: 3.1k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !! THIS IS PART OF THE OPENING UP EVENT

this is so fucking cute. i think i fell in love with him again while writing his. proofread, but very poorly. as usual, let me know if there's any mistakes/ missing warnings!

thoma was always trying to get you to go out and meet new people, so tonight he had invited you to come and hang out with him and some of his own friends. you had known him since before either of you could read, his charming and extroverted nature contrasting your own shy, timid stature. although he never really minded that you usually preferred to keep to yourself, you were now in college and he wanted you to finally break out of your shell, respectfully of course. you trusted him enough to never push you further than you could handle, that's why you agreed to go out tonight.

"but, thoma," your voice weak as you stopped in your tracks as you approached the door of his friend's apartment. "what if they don't like me? what if-"

"how could anyone not like you ?!" thoma cut you off from your negative thoughts, his signature sunshine smile marginally easing your nerves. "you're kind, caring, funny, cute, smart. besides, there's only a few people here, okay? and if you really feel like you want to go home, no one will judge you. i'll walk you back, no questions asked." he stretched out his hand for you to take and led you towards the door. your face heated up slightly, silently processing how he had called you cute. of course, the two of you were nothing more than best friends, yet you still harbored some unwavering feelings for him. feelings you didn't think were reciprocated. little did you know...

"thoma !" the door burst open and a set of arms flung themselves around thoma's neck. faint jealousy panged in your chest, though was soothed by your best friend's hand never leaving your own. he hugged the girl back with his other arm before they broke apart. "you must be y/n! thoma talks a lot about you. i'm ayaka," she greets you with the same friendly grin, giving you a comforting squeeze before inviting the two of you inside.

ayaka introduced you to everyone else inside, wanting to make you feel as comfortable as possible. you got to know his friends as the night drew on, them treating you as though they had known you for eons rather than as the girl they had just met. while darkness fell outside, you found yourself sat on thoma's lap, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist as the other nursed his beer. you yawned and leaned into him subconsciously. your tiredness didn't go unnoticed by ayaka, who had suggested you all play a game or something to keep everyone going. a couple of ideas were thrown around, each getting shut down by somebody else. "what about seven minutes in heaven?" the blue haired girl asked. everyone seemed to be in agreement, curious of how the game would fare.

you, however, were reluctant. you hadn't really had much experience with boys or even with parties, something you were regretting right now. still, you joined the others sitting in a circle on the shag rug on the floor. a large and muscular man, itto, was the first to spin, not giving anyone a moment to challenge him. the bottle neck faced a stern looking sara, who did not seem overly impressed with this situation. she complied nonetheless, the pair heading into a bathroom down the hallway. itto entered with a greedy smirk plastered on his face, but somehow sara had managed to turn the tables and have him looking like a lost puppy by the time they returned to the group. thoma was next to spin. secretly he hoped it would land on you, not that he'd admit it. your own internal panic was reaching its peak. either you would be left alone without your best friend by your side, or you would have to watch the man that you had a childish crush on spend time getting closer to another.

if there was a god, they listened. you sat in shock for a moment, staring at the bottle facing you. the two of you were ushered into the room, ayaka glad that her poorly thought out plan to get you to spend time alone had worked. the door locked from the outside and you found yourselves sat on the cool tile floor, just taking each other in for a moment. you were glad that if you had to be shut in here, it was with thoma and not someone who you had just met. the light was harsh, thoma admiring how you shone underneath it. the way it fell onto your head made it seem like a little halo. it made his heart jump, liquid courage making him realize that now was as good a time as ever to admit his feelings for you.

he turned to face you, cupping your cheek and focusing your attention on him. your eyes were sparkling and your features were dusted with a blush, thoma hoping it was due to the intimate touch. his eyes were trained on your mouth, thumb caressing your bottom lip. "may i ?" there was something more than platonic love in the way that he was studying your face so intently, like he wanted to commit every line to memory. your voice was lost, so all you could bring yourself to do was nod. he pressed his lips against yours and suddenly everyone else in the apartment was forgotten about. you could taste droplets of alcohol on his mouth, though the only thing he was intoxicated with in this moment was you. his hands moved to pull you onto his lap, allowing you to straddle him. the way you moved against one another said everything that neither of you could, admitting to the mutual feelings that had been stirring for all those years.

when he pulled back and spluttered, you were instantly thinking you had done something wrong. "d-darling, if you keep moving your hips like that we're gonna have a problem." oh. you hadn't noticed that you were subconsciously grinding against him as you made out, nor that he was getting rather worked up from it. the fact that your skirt had splayed out and that nothing but your clothed core was rubbing on him only made it worse. you tried to control it as he kissed you again, his hands even holding your hips in one place. his lips began to trail down you neck, finding the sweet spot that elicited a small moan from you.

"n-not here," you croaked out. after all, you were sat on the bathroom floor in the home of a girl you had just met.

"how about we head back to my place, hmm? we can just tell the others that you're getting tired, they'll be fine with it." thoma suggested. as you agreed, there was an on-cue knock on the door and the sound of a lock being lifted.

"time's up ! you can come out now,"

it didn't take too long to get back to thoma's apartment once you had excused yourselves from the party. his hand never left yours as you walked side by side. as infatuated as you were with the man next to you, you began to panic.

"t-thoma?" he looked at you lovingly. "when we get back... are we going too... umm..." embarrassment was evident in your tone. thoma glanced over at you, unable to help but chuckle at how cute you were being.

"we don't have to do anything you don't want to, princess."

"i want to," you were eager. it'd be a lie to say you'd never thought about doing this with him, but you never thought it would actually happen. however, you couldn't hold back the shyness and embarrassment as you told him "but i haven't done... that before,".

thoma was shocked to say the least. you'd been close with other guys before, so he had just assumed you had lost your virginity to one of them. his chest swelled with pride at the idea of being your first. he couldn't help the blood that rushed towards his crotch either.

"'s okay. if that's what you'd like, i'll treat you good. i promise."

he pulled the keys out of his back pocket and unlocked the door, gesturing for you to head inside first. although you had been here countless times before this felt different. you were in unfamiliar and uncharted territory, your pretty little mind drowning with a million thoughts. you didn't know what he was expecting you to do, so you just sort of stood there and waited for him to take the lead. a smile brighter than the sun graced his features - how lucky he was ! he turned to you and kissed you again, lips soft and sweet. thoma guided you backwards through the familiar house and to his bedroom. you sat on his bed as he stood between your legs, leaning down to hit resume on your make out session from ayaka's bathroom floor. his large hands trailed up your stomach, needy though not wanting to go too fast. his fingers found the hem of your shirt, slowly moving to pull it over your head.

you tried to hide your face in his neck. poor baby, you didn't need to be shy around him ! "you're so beautiful for me," his voice was comforting, the kind that made you want to curl up in his arms as he hummed you to sleep. he reattached his mouth to your neck, instantly finding your sweet spot and sucking. he wanted to make sure you were ready for him; no matter how long as he needed to take. his hands came up to your breasts, groping one in each. you moaned at the contact, your legs wrapping around him in order to pull him closer to you. he observed how sensitive your body was for him already, even without him having found his way to your heat ! you tried to rid him of his t-shirt but struggled, so he just pulled back from you to do it himself. "someone's eager, aren't you ? shh, i'm just teasing. why don't you lie down, let me take care of you,"

you did as he asked. he was back on top of you before you could so much as blink, his signature dog tags swinging above your face. his hands found their places back on your chest, one reaching around to unclasp your bra. you slid your arms out of the loops as he tugged it off of you, admiring how pretty your bare tits were for him. you felt your nipples stiffening at the cold air, a barely noticeable whine falling from your mouth. one of his large hands grabbed your right breast, gently kneading at the soft flesh. your other nipple was immediately encapsulated by his mouth, sucking and flicking the bud with his warm tongue. his knee rested between your thighs as he toyed with your chest, so you found yourself rutting against it and begging for more.

"please, thoma." you were embarrassed, your face hotter than a furnace. "want you to touch me,"

even though he considered teasing you, thoma remembered that tonight was about making you feel good. after all, you would remember the night that you lost your virginity forever, right ? his eyes remained trained on your own as his lips travelled down your stomach, stopping only above the hem of your skirt. "you still want this, right? it's okay if you don't, y/n." he was being uncharacteristically serious, yet the care in his voice only strengthened your desire for him. you felt so safe with him.

"please, i want it,"

thoma admired at how needy you looked. "alright but if you want me to stop at any time, just say so. i won't be mad, love."

he removed your skirt, kissing closer and closer to your core. he could see how wet you were already, juices seeping through the fabric. his lips pressed over your clothed clit, making you moan loudly. god, you sounded heavenly. he rid you of the barrier between you, hands then pushing apart you knees so he could take in the sight of you all spread for him.

"you're so pretty for me, princess." thoma wraps his hands around your thighs, bringing himself closed to your cunny. he lightly blows on your swollen bud, watching your writhe in pleasure despite the lack of stimulation. he places kitten licks to your clit, relishing in how truly sensitive you are. the man wants nothing more than to feel himself deep inside of you, though he would wait. not wanting for you to cum just yet, he hoists himself up to kiss you. you could taste yourself on his lips, whimpering at the lewdness. his fingers then move back down to your heat, eyes again asking for consent. you can barely string together a "please" as he gathers some of your slick and pushes his middle finger inside of you. your cushiony walls were so tight around him ! he allowed your body adjust before beginning to drag his finger in and out of you. though had occasionally played with yourself before, his fingers were so much longer than your own. thoma added in another, scissoring your virgin hole open. you whined in pain, so he slowed his movements. his thumb met your puffy clit again, hoping the pleasure would drown out the stretch. his plans seemed to work, as you began bucking your hips up against his hand, wordlessly asking for more. he curled his fingers inside of you, finding that rough patch that made you arch your back underneath him. your orgasm hit you hard. thoma watched as your lips parted to make way for a barrage of lewd sounds, eyes rolling back in your head. he kept fingering you as you rode out your high, walls squeezing around him while he praised you for looking so beautiful cumming on his hand.

"think you can handle another one, princess?" you nodded vigorously, wanting nothing more than for your best friend to continue deflowering you. you stared at him as he slid out of the remainder of his clothes, hard length bobbing up against his stomach. your mouth hung open at the sight before you. it's not like your inexperienced self would know any better, but he was fairly large. he wasn't the thickest, though you knew it would still be a tight squeeze for your virgin hole. the length was above average and could easily hit every sensitive spot inside of you at once - oh, how were you going to fit him ?!

thoma dragged his hand along his cock, smearing his precum around him before he returned to your cunny. he swiped his fingers across your slit, checking again that you were wet enough to take him. once he was satisfied, he slid himself in between your folds to align himself, the head of him rubbing against your clit. you could feel as your hole contracted, needy to be filled up. his eyes never left your face. should they display too much discomfort for his liking, he'd instantly stop and check up on you. there remained as much of his focus as he could as his tip entered.

you felt like your whole body was on fire. "m-more," you spluttered, voice barely a whisper. he listened, pushing deeper into you. it took what felt like an age for him to bottom out, allowing you to get used to the length. you could feel all of him, including the throbbing vein that rested against your sweet spot. you clenched around him in a vice grip, keeping him in place.

"princess, you need to relax. i can't fucking move," his voice was like satin. thoma's hand lightly circled your sensitive bud, wanting nothing more than to ease the stretch. that was enough to make you gush around his cock, coming undone once again. thoma groaned at the feeling of you squeezing him. your walls fluttered around him as you began coming down from your second high.

"shit, baby. 's it too much? do you want me to stop?" you shook your head violently, though the man was not yet convinced. "words, please princess." he asked.

"keep going," was all you could manage. as he pulled you into a passionate kiss, thoma started to move. his hips slowly and gently drew back and forth, fucking you deeper into the mattress below. he knew he could cum soon himself - it wasn't his fault you felt so good ! with each thrust he was careful to avoid hitting too near to your clit with his pelvis, knowing you would be sensitive and not want to hurt you anymore than he could help. his hands reached for your thighs, repositioning the pair of you. he was stood at the foot of his bed as he placed your legs over his shoulders in order to sheath himself deeper inside of you. his pace was fast, yet remained ever so gentle. your hips were instinctively moving with him, meeting his thrusts. thoma couldn't help but smile as his heart swelled at how much you were enjoying yourself, blood rushing to his dick as he remembered that he was the only one to have ever seen you in such a lewd and vulnerable state. he was hitting that spot almost every time he plunged into you, leaving you a whining mess below him. your cunt began squeezing him again, a sign you were getting close. "so sensitive, aren't you. gonna cum again for me, princess?" his question was only met with the wet noises of him pistoning into you and the pleasure filled expression plastered onto your face. "go ahead, sweetheart."

his thrusts grew sporadic, trying to keep himself from spilling his seed into your womb. "c-can't," you cried, tears welling up behind your irises. "'s too much-"

thoma could tell by the way your arms were clinging to him that that wasn't really what you wanted. even in the short amount of time he'd been making love to you, he felt confident enough that he had become well acquainted with your body. "come on, princess. let go, i've got you."

his words were enough to make you cum for the final time that night. tears streamed down your cheeks as thoma pulled you closer to him. he didn't notice you were squirting until it coated his stomach and your thighs. your head lolled back onto his pillows, completely fucked out. he pulled out of you before cumming himself, releasing onto your lower stomach with a groan. he fell onto the bed next to you, catching his breath for a moment.

thoma placed kisses all over your face, praising you for what a good job you had done. you leaned into him, craving his touch. when you were ready, he'd clean you up. he'd give you a quick shower, paying attention to your tired state. the man would pretty much force you into one of his soft t-shirts, wrapping you in his arms as you fell asleep on top of him, only to follow shortly after.

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The alternative to last night’s question: which of ur 2d favs are you pulling with no effort at all? I want to see y’all gassing yourself so confident baddies only 😌

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anything for you

kentarou kyoutani x gn!reader

submission for @meiansmistress underrated collab

summary : kyoutani gives you some much needed attention

wordcount : ~1k

cw : pup/puppy used as a pet name

you step into your apartment and greeting you at the door is the warm and familiar smell of yakitori as well as your beloved boyfriend, kyoutani. you all but collapse into his arms, exhaustion weighing you down.

‘what’s wrong, puppy?’ kentarou asks, looking at you with what can only be described as puppy dog eyes.

‘nothing, ‘m just tired from work and happy to see you is all,’ you reply, pulling him closer and nuzzling him. ‘just feels like i haven’t seen you much recently.’

ever since the sendai frogs were promoted to division 1, it’s mainly been you who’s had to keep up with the house and cook, so having him here tonight has been a true blessing.

‘im sorry haven’t been around much lately, can i make it up to you tonight?’ again with those damn puppy dog eyes.

your exhaustion is quickly replaced by excitement as thoughts of what he might have planned swirl through your mind. you nod eagerly and allow him to drag you to your shared bedroom.

kentarou waits until you’re settled before joining you on the bed, straddling you. his lips meet yours for the first time in what feels like a lifetime. what starts as a sweet kiss quickly turns passionate and aggressive, heat going directly to your core.

your mind fills with lust to the point where the only thing you are able to think about is kentarou. he grins knowingly and starts to work your shirt off. even surrounded by heat, you shiver as your bare chest meets the cool air.

kentarou begins working his way down your neck and chest, leaving a trail of pale pink and red dots littered across your body. breathy moans push past your lips as you feel an unmistakable pool of wetness in your bottoms.

‘ken, please,’ you plead, these simple kisses being all it took for your body to feel as if it’s burning from the inside out. ‘i need you.’ you raise your hips to meet his, feeling proud when you feel his erection become larger.

‘anything for my puppy,’ he says sweetly, planting a final kiss on your lips before working your bottoms off. he holds two fingers up to your lips and you eagerly take them into your mouth, making sure to thoroughly coat them.

kentarou gently works both fingers into you, careful to avoid his usual roughness. your hands meet his buzzed hair as he continues placing pink and red marks on your lower stomach and thighs.

‘f-fuck, ken-‘ tension builds as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. he adds another finger and your vision temporarily goes white as your climax crashes down.

you watch as he eagerly takes his soaked fingers into his mouth as if he hasn’t eaten in weeks. he cups your cheek and kisses you feverishly, his tongue exploring your mouth and allowing you to taste yourself.

‘how come you get to be fully dressed while i’m completely exposed?’ you ask with your playfully angry voice, glaring accusingly at him.

‘because tonight isn’t about me, pup, it’s all about you,’ he replies, ‘but if it’d make you happy…’ he raises his arms, allowing you to swiftly remove his shirt and toss it with your own discarded clothing.

a small gasp escapes you. no matter how many times you’ve seen him shirtless, his perfectly toned chest never ceases to surprise you. you softly run your hand over his chest, carefully feeling each muscle.

you copy his previous movements. beginning at his neck and working your way down his chest, you leave your own series of bites and marks along his body. as much as kentarou tries to contain his moans, small ones still manage to escape and your heart flutters knowing only you can make him feel like this.

you make your way down to his hips and begin working off his belt. it along with his pants and underwear quickly join the pile of clothing. kentarous erect penis leaks with precum and you can’t stop yourself from collecting some on your finger to taste it.

with no lube on hand, he spits into his hand and pumps his cock a few times. he enters you in one swift motion, your face contorting and the air knocked from your lungs. he allows you to adjust before moving, waiting until your nod to begin rocking his hips.

your moans become louder and louder as he hits your most sensitive spot each time. you wrap your legs around him, hands reaching for something- anything- to hold on to and long scratches on his arms and back soon accompany the marks previously left on his chest. his moans join your own and your obscene noises fill the room, heat rising in your face.

still sensitive from your previous orgasm, it’s not long until you’re both nearing your climaxes. kentarou’s once steady rhythm has become shaky and sporadic, though you can tell he’s waiting for you to finish before he does (tonight is still about you, after all).

just as before, your climax crashes down and sends waves of pleasure throughout your body. just moments later, kentarou finishes inside you, pleasurable warmth spreading through you.

he all but crashes down on you, resting a moment before grabbing a warm rag from the bathroom and begins wiping you down, inside and out. by the time he’s done, you’re too tired to care about anything besides sleep.

kentarou settles back into bed, allowing you to crawl into his lap and sleep in his arms for the first time in weeks. you hadn’t realized how much you’d missed him until he’s wiping the tears from your cheeks and pulling you closer.

‘thank you, love,’ you manage to get out before sleep overcomes you.

‘anything for you, pup.’

a/n : sorry for the rushed ending lol. also yes i promoted the frogs to d1, they deserve it smh

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Never Again

Summary: Oikawa gets a taste of his own medicine

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: angst

A/n: I told a friend that writing wasn’t giving me as much joy as before so he told me to change it up and write a different genre. So here I am providing some angst. Is this the beginning of Reina’s angst arc? It just might

Oikawa walks through the front door of your shared home without so much of a greeting. He doesn’t bother. It’s late and the two of you ended the night before with a fight. He hasn’t heard from you since but that’s okay. He’s been busy and so have you and time has taught him it’s better to give the both of you space before talking it out.

Fingers scramble along the wall clumsily for the lightswitch. Usually you’d leave it on for him so he doesn’t have to wander in the dark like this but Oikawa takes this as a sign that you’re still angry from the night before.

It’s the smallest inconvenience that fuels the flame in his chest again. He thought he had quelled it at practice after the unwavering bout of serves he did today, but the thought of your anger ignites his own.

“Fine then,” He mutters under his breath, “if you want to be like that.”

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oikawa tooru x gn!reader

tw - noncon, oral (m receiving), choking, dacryphilia, hair pulling, degradation

a/n- yes i wrote this for his birthday. yes ik his birthday was yesterday.

‘cmon, baby, don’t act all shy on me now,’ oikawa said in a sickeningly sweet voice. his hands were tangled in your hair, keeping his cock firmly in your mouth. your own hands were on his thighs, desperately trying to control his brutal pace, but it was no use. with all his years playing volleyball, his strength was far greater than your own.

‘stop resisting and just fucking take it,’ he demanded. he pushed your head down until your nose reached his pelvis and his balls tickled your chin. he held you there, choking, until he was satisfied and harshly yanked your head up. you coughed and spluttered, gasping for air as tears spilled down your cheeks

‘you’re so cute when you cry,’ oikawa murmured, using one hand to cup your cheek and wipe your tears away.

‘ ‘kawa, please,’ you said between gasps. ‘enough, please s-stop,’ you begged. you don’t even know how you’d ended up like this. one minute you were watching a movie with your boyfriend, and the next he was unzipping his pants and forcing you on his cock.

‘as much as i love it when you beg, you haven’t even made me come yet.’ he responded, a sadistic smirk plastered on his face. despite your best efforts, he pushed your head back onto his cock and groaned. the lewd noises you two made filled the room and brought warmth to your face.

you could tell oikawa was nearing his climax as his thrusts became sloppier and his grip on your hair tightened. finally, after what felt like hours, he came with a cry of your name and thick ropes of salty cum flooded your mouth.

he yanked your head up again and clamped a hand over your mouth to ensure you swallowed everything. after a moment he pried your mouth open to inspect it, making sure you hadn’t wasted anything.

‘tooru, please,’ your hoarse throat making it near impossible to speak. ‘enough, please j-just stop.’

‘do you realize how ungrateful you’re being? how many others would be on their hands and knees, begging to be where you are?’ he spat, genuine disgust in his voice. ‘not once have you thanked me for my gift and here you are making demands, how pathetic. seems like dumb whores like you need a little more time to learn their lesson.’

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Oikawa as childe! :D🌊

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melting, like a daydream

pairing: matsukawa issei x f!reader x hanamaki takahiro 7.9k words. literally full on plotless smut (with feelings!), from makki's pov. established mattsun x reader. (face sitting, blow jobs, threesome, dirty talk [praise], etc.) and they were roommates :) 18+ only thank u

From this angle, he can see every single one of your eyelashes, the heat rising to your cheeks and giving them the most irresistible tinge, the muscles flexing in your jaw to keep up with Matsukawa's pace, slow and languid, but deep, judging by the soft, satisfied groan he can tell is bubbling up from your throat, and he watches the way it moves when you swallow, probably around Matsukawa's tongue, probably a mixture of his and your spit.

Hanamaki should hate it, he should stop watching. A tiny part of his brain tells him it's wrong and that he should scold you both, nag at you again for shoving your relationship down his throat the same way Matsukawa was probably shoving his tongue down yours, should roll his eyes and walk out of the room with a dejected sigh and leave you to it, knowing you probably won't even notice he's gone.

But he can't look away.

He's so close he can feel every single breath you take, and he mentally commends you for being able to steady yourself despite how greedy Matsukawa seems to be, licking into your mouth with such passion he can hear the wet slide of his tongue, the soft smack of his lips.

And then he shakes his head slightly at himself for thinking something so ridiculous when he shouldn't be so focused on two of his best friends making out right in front of him - right over him, his head resting on your lap atop the plush blanket he'd gifted you months ago. One of your hands is still in his hair, where you'd been stroking gently, and is now limp at his scalp, too distracted to continue.

Still, even with every ounce of his strength he can muster, he can't seem to move his head just that single little inch or two to the side so you were out of his view. His eyes catch the movement of Matsukawa's hand sliding up from your waist and to your chest, thick fingers splayed out over your shirt, thumb tracing over where (he hates himself for knowing) your nipple would be. He almost, almost gasps when he sees it stand out beneath the fabric and bites his tongue to keep it in. He's swimming in a veritable pool of pure envy.

And then it happens.

His blood runs cold when he notices Matsukawa's eyes flutter open slightly, landing square on his own. Matsukawa doesn't seem surprised, he doesn't even flinch, doesn't even stop his movements and Hanamaki can see that he's biting down on your bottom lip, tongue tracing the seam of it following the sharpness of his teeth, holding his gaze all the while. And instead of the annoyance - anger, even - that Hanamaki expects all too much, there's something else entirely different in his eyes, something dangerous and challenging that glints in the light of the forgotten TV and sets fire to his insides, Matsukawa's thick brow raising as if to ask, Like what you see?

This time, Hanamaki does gasp, the shortest intake of breath he's probably ever taken and doesn't even count as a breath because he's sure he's just hyperventilating. He has to tear his eyes away to catch his breath, actually turns his head towards the TV no one is paying attention to, but doesn't actually register what's happening on the screen. He can tell you've pulled apart by the almost obscene wet smack of your lips that sounds a little too much like something else, whips his head up again when you giggle, because a string of saliva still connects your and Matsukawa's mouths together. He watches you stick your tongue out to break it, licking at your lips and then Matsukawa's eagerly, as if you couldn't get enough of him.

"Baby," Matsukawa says lowly, and Hanamaki hates that he knows his best friend well enough to know he's smirking, even when he's looked away again, turning his body fully in a useless attempt to prevent himself from looking up at you. He's grateful when you continue gently brushing your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. "How far do you think we can take this before he takes the hint?"

Hanamaki swears his heart stops. Despite his best efforts he's gaping up at you again, jaw hanging slack and eyes wide and glassy, like a freshly caught fish up for slaughter and you would be his murderers.

You hum thoughtfully. "Probably as far as having sex right here, right now," you reply matter-of-factly, a playful smile breaking on your lips as you gaze down at him, stars floating around in your eyes. He knows you're teasing him, but he can neither confirm nor deny that statement.

He thinks he stops breathing, too.

"Ta-ka-hi-ro," you call sweetly, brushing his bangs from his forehead to get a better look at his eyes, and he can't help but shiver at the soft scrape of your fingertips over his skin. His cheeks are hot, too hot, and he knows his face must be as red as a tomato right now, and you're only making it worse by cupping his cheek with your other hand. "You're more than welcome to watch…" You tap your index finger to his nose. "Again." Before he even has a chance to process your words and subsequently be even more embarrassed than he already is, you continue, your tone so traitorously saccharine. "But I'd love for you to participate."

Hanamaki blinks. "Huh?" Is all he can manage, thoroughly dumbstruck and absolutely helpless, even as you stroke his cheek, nothing but fondness in your expression, yet something dark and lustful sparkles in your eyes. His mind is running on overdrive, and if his heart had stopped before, now it was beating double time, hammering away in his chest like he had just run a marathon.

In his mind, he might as well have been.

So you'd known all along? All those times...? Since when? And why were you being so relaxed about it, hopeful even? Was this all a joke? Was he mistaken about you all along and you and Matsukawa were actually the most evil people on the planet, and this was all a far too elaborate, long-term prank? Matsukawa, he could see, but you…?

"Oi, dumbass," is what pulls him unceremoniously from his trance, Matsukawa's thick fingers flicking his forehead. You give Matsukawa a pointed glare and soothe the pad of your thumb over the point of impact in apology. The action makes Hanamaki's heart squeeze. "You're thinking too much," Matsukawa continues gruffly, and it's only when you squeak quietly that Hanamaki realizes Matsukawa's hand had snaked under your shirt and was very openly groping at your breasts now, pinching at your nipple with a knowing smirk, dividing his attention between kissing and nipping at your neck and watching the emotions filter through Hanamaki's features like the most entertaining reality show in the world.

"I-" Hanamaki doesn't know where to start. For once in his life, he's actually speechless. He feels like he’s dreaming, and he can’t shake the logic that if he fucks something up, he’ll have to endure the absolute worst wakeup call of his life.

Your hands don't leave him, even as Matsukawa toys with your chest and subtly tries to make you lose focus. You trace his jaw before your thumb finds his lips and traces those too, still slightly ajar from the shock. "Cute," you giggle, your smile so warm and genuine, he thinks he falls for you again. "Can I kiss you, Takahiro?"

Something in him awakens at the sound of his name, so nice and pretty coming from your lips, magnetizing him to you. He nods once, props himself up slightly on his elbow, and you meet him halfway, leaning down to press your lips to his.

The contact makes him giddy, has him sitting up further to take your tongue into his mouth, let you explore. You're phenomenal, and he understands instantly why Matsukawa always seems to be glued to you, seems to be addicted to you, can never keep his hands or his mouth off of you.

He has a feeling he's going to follow soon after him.

You taste a little bit like the artificial sweetness of the wine coolers you'd had after dinner, and he doesn't mind one bit. It's sweet, irresistible; it's so like you, somehow, and it's better than he could have imagined. He can't help the moan that bubbles up from somewhere deep in his chest when you suck lightly on his tongue, goosebumps rising on his skin when your fingers tug gently at the hair on the back of his head, holding him in place, as if he'd go anywhere else. You nibble on his bottom lip, suck the flesh into your mouth until it's red and swollen and he feels like his head might explode.

You pull away to let him breathe, leaving him dazed and panting, staring after you with hearts in his eyes, he's sure.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he hears Matsukawa murmur from beside you, half-lidded eyes glazed over with lust watching you both intently. Having been so distracted by you, Hanamaki notices now that Matsukawa has been gradually encroaching on you, like a snake with its prey, arms coiling around your torso possessively. He fixes Hanamaki with that signature lazy smile as he noses at the side of your neck, and you move your head automatically to allow him better access, one hand still on your chest and the other gripping your hip as you writhe in his lap, no doubt against his erection.

“I know,” you breathe, smirk wobbling a little bit when Matsukawa decides to suckle at a sensitive spot on your neck. Your hand tangles into his hair, the other reaching towards Hanamaki and tugging on the hem of his shirt. “C’mere, Hiro. I want more.”

Who the fuck was he to deny you?

Hanamaki leans into your touch eagerly, this time with more fervor, more confidence, less like he’s nervous he’ll fuck it up and you’ll dissolve between his fingers. Because you want him. And you want more of him. He savors the warmth, the heat in his belly that has long since made him painfully hard, the taste of your tongue, the feel of your lips so plush and lovely against his own and in his mouth. He feels like he’ll melt.

“Takahiro,” he hears distantly, and pulls away to find Matsukawa pulling your shirt up with one hand and shoving the blanket in your lap down to the floor with the other as if it had personally offended him. He grins wolfishly at his friend, glancing down pointedly at your newly exposed chest and giving one of your tits a sound squeeze, making you mewl deliciously.

It takes a moment for Hanamaki to figure out what he wants him to do, because his brain short-circuits.

His mouth waters when he reaches out to cup your breasts, squeezing them together and watching them jiggle. He kisses a line over your sternum, reverent. “So beautiful,” he whispers into your skin, “you’re so fucking pretty.” Your appreciative hum turns into a gasp when he finally laves over your nipple, circling over the bud with his tongue. Your hand flies to the back of his head again, and he smirks against your skin, emboldened. He licks at it again, scrapes his teeth against the sensitive skin, earning him a lovely little whine that repeats over and over in his head, before moving to the other. Matsukawa’s quick to pick up where he leaves off, fingers pinching at your moistened skin.

Soon, you’re panting and whining, pressing your chest into Hanamaki, wordlessly begging for more. Matsukawa easily slides your shirt up over your head for you, and Hanamaki kisses his way up to your collarbones, your neck, palms rubbing gently at your sides, just yearning to touch any and every part of you. He kisses over marks he hadn’t made, following the trail Matsukawa had mapped on your skin and diverging every now and again to make his own. It’s you who catches his lips, tugging him up to you impatiently, and he smiles into the kiss.

You moan into his mouth, and it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard, ever felt, because it vibrates through him and makes his cock twitch. But then you pull apart to whine again, your back arching into Matsukawa’s now-bare chest, who tilts your chin up to him with a firm hand on your jaw, and he takes over, swallowing up another whimper.

It’s only when you start rolling your hips forward that Hanamaki realizes Matsukawa’s other hand is buried deep beneath the front of your shorts, and heat sears down his body. “Oh,” he breathes, hands caressing your thighs, his gaze glued to the movement of Matsukawa’s hand, the way your hips meet his palm with a barely audible little schlick.

“So fucking wet,” Matsukawa murmurs into your neck when he breaks away to let you gasp for breath. "Naughty, naughty girl." Your whine at the name tapers even higher when he pulls his hand away from the apex of your thighs with a soft little tsk, as if you were truly misbehaving. He holds his hand out in front of you, and all three of you seem to be watching in wonder when he spreads his middle and index finger, and your slick catches between them, shimmering in the light. Matsukawa licks his lips and looks over at Hanamaki, who is once again starstruck. “Want a taste?”

Without a second thought Hanamaki nods, and before he knows it he’s closing his hand around Matsukawa’s wrist and bringing his fingers to his lips, diligently licking your arousal off of Matsukawa’s fingers. A groan rumbles from deep within his chest at the taste of you, his eyes falling closed in appreciation as he sucks on Matsukawa’s calloused digits, swirling his tongue around the joints.

When he opens his eyes he finds you both staring at him, slack-jawed with similar looks of adoration in your faces. For the first time in a while, he notes, Matsukawa’s cheeks turn pink. “Holy shit,” Matsukawa all but whistles, and you sweep Hanamaki up in another searing kiss.

A hand on his - much bigger than yours - leads him to your waist, and he wastes no time in sliding it below the band of your underwear. He moans in your mouth when his fingers glide easily between your folds - you’re practically dripping.

Your kiss is cut short with his hands flying up to your shoulders. “Fuck, I-” Hanamaki starts urgently, trying to form the altogether overwhelming feelings into words. “Sit on my fucking face, please, fuck.” He’s not sure how much sense he’s making, can’t stop to think straight, but it seems to get the point across.

You and Matsukawa share a look, and you grin. “Fuck, you’re hot, Hiro.”

His chest swells with pride. And anticipation.

Matsukawa dutifully shucks your shorts and underwear down and off in one expert motion as Hanamaki takes his place, and then sits back to enjoy the show on his corner of the couch, palming the growing bulge in his sweats. You use your boyfriend as a pillar to carefully position yourself over Hanamaki’s head, and the implications of the image would make Hanamaki laugh if he weren’t currently living it. It’s when your pussy comes into full view, and becomes all that he sees, that he finally confirms he’s not dreaming, in the best way possible.

Hanamaki’s hands close around each of your thighs, pulling you further down to his waiting mouth. He gives a slow, experimental lick up your slit, gathering your wetness on his tongue and circling the tip of it around your clit, making you jerk. You grasp onto Matsukawa’s shoulders to maintain your balance, shuddering when Hanamaki sucks on the swollen bud, just to make you whine. He glances up only momentarily to see Matsukawa's knowing smirk just before he occupies your mouth with his own, swallowing up your sounds greedily.

Not one to be outdone, Hanamaki continues lapping at your folds, applying pressure between them before he flattens his tongue, relishing the way you keen when he circles your entrance and then finally pushes his tongue into you as far as he can go, groaning when your walls immediately clamp down around him. He knows you'll feel even better around his cock, the thought flashing through his mind for only a moment and making his cock throb almost painfully with need. He palms himself once, readjusting, before slipping a finger into you, alongside his tongue. Your hips shift from him at the added pressure, and he has to tighten his grip on your thigh to keep you in place, his fingertips digging satisfyingly into the plump flesh.

Hanamaki gives you a few sloppy pumps of his tongue before replacing it with another finger, delighting when you start to stutter his name, and he lets you ride his fingers, guiding your hips with his hand on your thigh, his tongue immediately going to your clit. He sets a relentless pace, never once neglecting the sensitive bud, the tips of his slender fingers inside you easily finding that spongy spot that makes you squirm, makes your moans pitch highest. You squeeze around his digits deliciously, as if you're trying to stop his blood flow, and he knows you're close. You're soaked, dripping down onto his chin, his nose, and he's living for it, groaning deeply from deep in his chest at the taste of you, the way you call his name so sweetly in between ragged breaths, as if it was as important as breathing.

"T- Hiro, I’m- !!" You cum suddenly, falling off the edge to the vibration of his voice against you, the soft suction of his mouth over your clit. You practically cry his name, and he doesn't think it's ever sounded so beautiful. Your thighs are quivering above him as more of your arousal gushes out from between them, and he dutifully laps it all up, pushing his tongue into you to coax more of your juices out for him. The way your walls flutter around him is mesmerizing. He slips his fingers out and grabs your twitching hips to carefully guide you into riding his face in a bid to prolong your orgasm, making you gasp and clutch onto Matsukawa for dear life.

"Hiro," you breathe once he settles down and lets you rest on top of his chest, his fingers kneading at your ass. You peer down at him in amazement, lips and cheeks flushed, eyes wide and watery. "Oh my fucking God."

Hanamaki grins, his chin glistening in the soft blue glow of the TV. "That good, hm?" he asks, licking his lips, though he only has to take in how wrecked yet simultaneously satisfied you look to know the answer.

You giggle weakly, soft and breathy and wonderful, reaching down to stroke his hair again, brushing it out of his face and wiping at the mess you’ve made on his chin with the collar of his shirt.

"My turn?" Matsukawa leans over Hanamaki's head to give you a quick peck.

"Gimme a second, you menace," you bite out playfully, still catching your breath, reaching out to pinch at one of his nipples.

Matsukawa shrugs. "I'm horny," he says simply, taking your wayward hand and placing it over his sizable bulge. "And I want you." He smirks when you immediately start massaging at it, drawn to the growing heat beneath your hand. He tugs you towards him with one strong hand on your wrist and the other at your waist, making you topple right into his lap, very narrowly missing kneeing Hanamaki's head.

You yelp at the sudden movement, smacking at Matsukawa's shoulder and reaching blindly for Hanamaki in apology. "Very charming."

"You love me," Matsukawa purrs, nipping at your earlobe before continuing his attack on your neck and pushing the waistband of his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock, sighing into your skin as he slides it between your folds, already so soaked and absolutely lovely.

You hum in regretful affirmation, letting him guide your hips over him, sighing along with him at the hot pressure. You turn to Hanamaki, who's sat up and is watching the two of you with such open awe, his hand cupping his own erection almost as if he's unaware of it, and the look on his face makes you giggle. "You okay, baby?"

Baby…?

Hanamaki thinks his ears start ringing at the name, his gaze sliding up from where yours and Matsukawa's hips meet in a sloppy, wet, and absolutely beautiful mess, until his eyes meet your own, glassy with lust, yet there's concern in there, concern for him. Even when you're bouncing so tantalizingly over your own boyfriend's cock, you were worried about him.

Were you trying to kill him, in the most roundabout way possible?

Hanamaki nods dumbly, biting his lip when your breath hitches, because the blunt tip of Matsukawa's thick cock nudges insistently at your oversensitive clit. "I- yeah-" he manages when he realizes, belatedly, that you're waiting for an answer, which in its own way is a little bit cruel considering how distracting you were being.

Matsukawa takes your chin in one hand, capturing your lips and your attention once more, pulling you into a kiss just as messy and passionate, swallowing up the little mewls that escape from you when he smacks his cock against your clit roughly, the wet sounds between your bodies only growing louder, more obscene.

Hanamaki is completely content to watch his best friend wreck you in whatever way he pleases. He has the best seat in the house, after all.

And since that unspoken boundary had been broken the moment you first kissed him, he was even more pleased to be able to now freely jerk off to it, pushing his pants and underwear down his thighs as if in a trance and fisting his cock, tossing his head back for a moment to groan up at the ceiling when he squeezes the base of it, relieved yet simultaneously wanting, needing more. He’s so hard he’s positively aching, maybe has been since you first started making out with Matsukawa and he couldn’t tear his eyes away, and that seems like lightyears ago.

You break apart from Matsukawa at the sound, and Hanamaki can't find it in him to care that your eyes immediately go down to his groin and not his face. You're beautiful, with your lips all spit-slicked and puffy from Matsukawa's teeth, your cheeks the darkest he's ever seen them, sweat beading on your forehead, and you look like you're about to start drooling when you watch the way Hanamaki's hand slides down the length of his cock, thumbing at the precum beading on the tip.

He grins, his cock twitching at your attention.

You swallow, finally looking up at him with desperation shining so prettily in your eyes. "Hiro-" you stutter and whine when Matsukawa chooses that moment to pinch at your nipple, hot breath puffing into your skin with each of his movements, rutting into your heat and only teasing at your entrance, still not pushing in. "Please let me-" you whine again, squeezing your knees around Matsukawa's waist in frustration. "-let me suck your dick, please- ah- fuck you, Issei."

"Oh, I’m going to, my love," comes Matsukawa's singsong reply, and Hanamaki admires your ability to roll your eyes despite being as wrecked as you felt. Then Matsukawa looks at him over your shoulder, biting into it hard enough to leave a mark, making you whimper, the sound going straight to Hanamaki's cock.

"Well?" Matsukawa grunts as he licks over the spot, and Hanamaki (again very late) realizes he's expecting a reply. "You want our pretty girl's mouth on your dick? She's really good at it." His proud smile looks almost feral. Matsukawa's fingers tighten around your ass - Hanamaki can see the indents his fingertips make into the plump flesh very clearly - and he punctuates himself with a sharp thrust into your heat, burying just the tip of his cock into you.

You squirm, your chest arching into him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck, and Hanamaki can tell you're trying to move your hips towards the friction, trying to feed more of his cock into you, but Matsukawa's grip on you is firm. You're swearing at your boyfriend under your breath, berating him right into his ear, but it's no secret that Matsukawa lives for your reactions, no matter how negative they may seem, secure in the way you love him.

Hanamaki wonders how Matsukawa is able to compose himself so well when you feel, look, and sound like that, but then again, he's always been just a little bit stronger than him - not that he'd ever admit it.

He confirms, then, that you were both trying to kill him.

"I- uh- yeah- o-okay," Hanamaki stutters, because you've looked up at him expectantly from where you'd buried your face into Matsukawa's neck, panting. You smile weakly when you hear him, and he forgets his cock in his hand for a moment when you lean over to kiss him, so sweetly it makes his heart melt a little in his chest. He curses himself in his head for not once being able to form a single coherent sentence so far, but could anyone really blame him?

Neither of you seemed to mind, anyway.

You tap at Matsukawa's back, and he relents, letting you climb off of him and into Hanamaki's lap. You pull his shirt over his head in between frantic kisses, a hand sneaking its way down his chest, tweaking his nipples and making him jolt, sliding over the light ridges of his abdomen, and down to finally, finally, close over his cock. He swears he almost cums on the spot when you give him even just one languid stroke, his hips coming up to meet your fist on their own, and he has to bite down on his tongue to stifle the embarrassing sound that wracks through him.

Your laugh at his obvious strain is so breathy it’s barely a laugh, and he can’t get upset about it when you kiss the head of his cock for his valiant efforts and make your way down between his legs, before you can even drag his pants down the rest of the way, as if you were as anxious for this as he was.

“Ah, fuuuuuck,” he breathes as he kicks the rest of his clothing away, because you’re stroking his thighs and grinning up at him, licking his precum off your lips, and he thanks every god in the universe for this image, an image he had imagined thousands of times too many, an image he’d never in his wildest dreams thought would come to fruition. He has to look away for half a second because he feels like he might start tearing up, and he knows neither you nor Matsukawa would ever let him live it down.

It should be illegal, the way you look up at him with such hunger in your eyes, like you’ll devour him whole; he’d happily let you. It should be illegal, the way you swallow the head of his cock like it’s your favorite thing to do, like it’s made for you. You swirl your tongue around it and he has to bite into his fist, use all of his strength to hold himself back.

You drag your tongue along the underside, trace the prominent vein, your fingers fondling with his balls as you relax your jaw and finally wrap your lips around him to take him in fully, letting his shaft sit on your tongue, appreciating the weight of it. Hanamaki’s fingers find your hair, settling onto the crown of your head and scratching lightly at your scalp in encouragement.

You take him in as far as you can go without straining, your fingers circling around what you can’t reach, and he has to use all of his strength not to thrust up into you, the wet heat of your mouth so irresistible. A twist of your hand and a bob of your head has him groaning, voice breaking on your name as you continue, taking him in further and further with each downstroke. Hanamaki can feel himself start to unravel, can feel his arousal start to crest when you swirl your tongue again and moan appreciatively around him, the vibration of your voice sending chills down his spine. He tries his best to hold back because God, he never wants this to end and is about to tug you back, his hand covering yours to squeeze at the base of his cock, but then -

You pull back suddenly with a wet little pop and he looks up from you to see that Matsukawa has positioned himself on his knees behind you, one hand steadying your hips and the other curled around your front, snug at the apex of your thighs. Hanamaki admires your effort to focus on him despite the interruption, spitting on his shaft before continuing to stroke him with your hand, but Matsukawa fixes him with a devilish smile over your shoulder and he knows you’re done for - and probably him by extension.

Your face contorts and you grit your teeth, glancing back at your boyfriend impatiently. “Issei, stop fucking with me.” Hanamaki can tell it’s meant to be scathing, but it comes out more like a whimper, and he strokes at your hair in an effort to comfort you. You look up at him gratefully, and that’s enough for him.

Matsukawa chuckles behind you, retrieving his hand from between your legs and licking your arousal from his palm before using it to stroke himself. “Impatient and greedy, how’d I get so lucky?” he drawls, ignoring your half-hearted plea for him to ‘shut the fuck up’, because he takes that moment to grip the base of his cock and position himself at your entrance.

Matsukawa unironically has a big dick, Hanamaki knows from their years of volleyball practice, from all the times he's seen it in the locker room. It's a wonder that you take him so well, when he grasps your hips in each hand and thrusts into you shallowly, making your back arch into him, Hanamaki’s cock momentarily forgotten, though your hand stays fisted around it, the other reaching around to the back of Matsukawa’s head. Matsukawa kisses the nape of your neck and pulls all the way out, making you whine, until he slides in to the hilt in one smooth, sharp sweep of his hips, and all the air is knocked from your lungs.

Hanamaki appreciates the view, how your chest heaves with each labored breath, your tits bouncing lightly, a thin layer of sweat making your skin shimmer. He couldn’t deny how many times he’d walked in on you, sometimes accidentally, other times accidentally on purpose - but it was never like this. It’s different up close. It’s different when he can be part of it.

You drop back down onto Hanamaki’s lap when Matsukawa lets you adjust to the stretch of his cock. You rest your head on Hanamaki’s thigh and he soothes you by stroking his thumb along the apple of your cheek, and he thinks he melts for the hundredth time tonight when you lean ever so slightly into his touch, your smile soft and sweet despite your rather compromising position.

“That’s my girl,” Matsukawa murmurs into your spine all the while, peppering the smooth skin of your back with feather-light kisses, fingertips rubbing soothing circles into your hips, your waist. “So good for me, so fucking tight.” You shiver, Hanamaki sees it, the way your eyes glitter with the praise, and he stores it in his brain for future use.

After a moment you breathe deeply and lift your head to lick a stripe up Hanamaki’s dick, and he almost jolts away. Matsukawa chuckles, takes that as his cue. “Ready, princess?” he asks into your shoulder, and you nod, arching your back a little more.

Matsukawa sets a rough pace, deep and relentless from the start. You try your best to continue your work on Hanamaki, and he stares at you in awe when you take him fully despite the way your body shakes with each of Matsukawa’s movements, your lips kissing Hanamaki’s pelvis, and his knuckles turn white with the grip he has on the poor couch cushion beneath him, holding back the urge to thrust up into your hot, wet, greedy mouth.

Matsukawa seems to sense this, somehow, tearing his gaze away from where he’s watching his cock plunge into you over and over again, mesmerized, to raise an eyebrow at his friend. “Hiro,” he calls gruffly, pausing his hips and sliding his hand up your back to clutch at your hair, pulling you back by the base of your skull until only the head of Hanamaki’s cock remains in your mouth.

Hanamaki’s eyes follow you, watching the way your eyes practically roll back at the pressure of Matsukawa’s fingers.

“You can be rough, she can take it,” Mastukawa says, his eyes glinting with danger. “Can’t you, baby?” He shoves you back down on Hanamaki’s dick, making him jerk again, and Hanamaki doesn’t have a chance to worry about you choking because you moan, low and wanton around him, the sensation making him groan in turn.

“Use your words, princess.” Matsukawa pulls you off completely, and Hanamaki watches you drool over his cock, cheeks and lips puffy with use.

You swallow, eyes refocusing to give him a dazed smile, like you couldn't be enjoying yourself more. “I can take it,” you gasp, and Hanamaki can see in your eyes that you’re desperate for more, the look on your face alone making him shiver.

“Good girl,” Matsukawa purrs into your ear, giving you a sharp thrust that makes you whine his name, scrabbling at Hanamaki’s thighs when Matsukawa starts just grinding his hips into you. “Now show him, will you, baby?”

You lap at Hanamaki with renewed vigor, licking along his length before taking him in again, and this time, his hand grasps at your hair to guide you down onto him. Your movements increase in fervor, like the harder and faster Matsukawa pounds into you, the more enthusiastic you become, bouncing so nicely over Hanamaki's lap with each harsh, wet smack of Matsukawa's hips against the swell of your ass.

You make such pleased noises in the back of your throat, every single sound you make scorching through him like the best kind of wildfire, Hanamaki can't help but thrust up into it, throwing his head back when the sensitive tip of his cock hits it, when the smooth, wet slide of your tongue flattens under it, when you try to lap at his balls even when you're just about choking on him, the tip of your tongue pressing insistently, like you can't possibly get enough. You're a vision like this, with saliva slipping out of the corners of your lips, your mouth encasing his cock, and your ass pushing back into Matsukawa's hips.

Matsukawa drives into you with such pure, consistent force, it's a wonder that you can stay up, much less be sucking Hanamaki off so well, albeit a little sloppy, but he loves it. God does he absolutely live for it, and he makes sure to tell you this time, tries his best to filter through his jumbled thoughts to tell you how fucking good you're doing, probably coming out a nonsensical babble, but you preen under his attention, blinking up at him appreciatively through teary lashes. It's insane, how good it feels, how good it sounds, how absolutely filthy, with your mouth on his cock and Matsukawa's cock in your cunt, the wet squelch of your movements probably overpowering the TV by now, but that's the least of anyone's worries.

Hanamaki can tell you're close when you get even sloppier, reverting back to just licking hungrily along his length, drooling onto his lap and gripping tightly at his thighs, and he fidgets in his seat, feeling himself get closer to his peak. When you take a deep breath and take him back into your mouth, you hum and tap at his knee to get him to move his hips again, have him fuck slowly up into your mouth, still careful.

It's when you swirl your tongue around his tip again, suckling at the head and tonguing the slit as you go, that he cums suddenly, practically crying out your name, his entire body clenching and then spasming as he’s overtaken by pleasure. Every fiber of his being buzzes with it, his heart threatens to beat right out of his chest, thrumming in his ears. You keep your head still and let him ride your mouth, his grip tightening in your hair as his cock pulses and spurts into your throat, some of it streaking over your nose and cheek, some of it dribbling down your chin.

Hanamaki isn’t sure he’s ever cum like this, this much, if ever.

You swallow devotedly around him, making him shudder even more violently, before slipping free, staring up at him dreamily and pushing the remnants on your chin back into your mouth with your finger. The sight makes him whimper, but he doesn't have time to be embarrassed because it's then that Matsukawa snakes his hand between your thighs once more, petting at your cunt and snapping his hips into you, desperately chasing his own release. He bites into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, muffling a particularly loud moan, and you press needily into his hold.

Hanamaki watches as your eyes squeeze shut, your back curving into Matsukawa as he pummels his hips into you, hard and fast and with the exact opposite amount of strength Hanamaki currently has, you having milked him for all he was worth. He watches Matsukawa’s other hand close around your throat as he keeps your body steady and pressed up to him, and it makes Hanamaki’s mouth go dry, makes his cock twitch valiantly. "Fuck, you're doing so good, baby- ah- cum for me, cum all over my cock like a good girl,” Matsukawa all but growls into your skin, the hand on your cunt practically vibrating with how quickly he's moving it over your clit, ruthless.

Hanamaki watches, shivers, just about moans with you, when you do just as Matsukawa says, crying out his name like a prayer, over and over again as you scratch at Hanamaki’s thighs, his stomach, anything you can reach. Fuck, you’re gorgeous, with your hair all messy, and your cheeks all hot and wet with spit and his cum, and your eyes practically glazed over with pleasure. He reaches out to pinch at your nipples, smiling deliriously when you gasp at the added friction, tits jostling in his hold as Matsukawa fucks you through it, his hips stuttering because you’re squeezing at him impossibly tightly. He cums soon after with your name on his lips, pulling you tight to his chest and rutting into your heat until he can’t anymore, his movements jerky and sporadic as he empties himself inside of you, letting you drop into Hanamaki’s lap once more, his head falling between your shoulder blades after you.

Once Matsukawa catches his breath, he presses his lips lovingly to the back of your neck before sitting back on his heels. You crumple back into him and he laughs, lets you rest on him as he pulls out, making you whine at the loss. Hanamaki’s eyes are glued to the mess between your legs, the slow drip of yours and Matsukawa’s cum between your folds, your slippery thighs. Matsukawa’s gaze focuses on it too, and he spreads your thighs wider over his to watch it leak out of you, fingers sliding between your folds before pushing it back into you just to make you squeak and wriggle in his hold. He chuckles, whispers praises into your ear until you relax once more.

Hanamaki stands and reaches over to help you stand on wobbly legs, Matsukawa following after you and lifting you easily back onto the couch. Unsure of what else he should do and a question suddenly bubbling up in his mind, thanks in no small part to post-orgasm clarity, Hanamaki disappears into the bathroom. He catches his wonderfully fucked-out reflection in the mirror and smiles to himself, before returning with a clean washcloth.

No matter how this ends, he reminds himself, at least it happened.

He finds you giggling, pulling Matsukawa into the couch with you before snuggling into his side. It's not unlike a scene he'd usually find coming home, except - you were both still naked, though Matsukawa was now wearing underwear.

He'd always thought you were perfect together. You knew how to handle Matsukawa, seemed to understand him in a way no one else could - except maybe Hanamaki - complimented him so well, could keep up with his humor and stubbornness and sometimes could even outdo him. He'd never seen his friend so happy, exhibit that much joy and be so tender, as he was when he was with you.

Hanamaki sighs, mentally preparing to resign once more to his fate as your boyfriend's loyal best friend, plasters a relaxed smile onto his face as he makes his way back over to you.

The grin you give him breaks his heart, but he smiles back anyway. "Can I?" He gestures to your thighs, his cheeks reddening, suddenly embarrassed.

You nod. "You're sweet." You stretch your legs and spread them slightly, giggling when Matsukawa noses at your neck behind you, holding your leg up for you over his own.

Hanamaki swallows, swipes the cloth over your skin in quick, careful strokes, eager to finish before he loses his nerve. When he's done he rinses the cloth and leaves it in the bathroom, returning to the living room only to sift through the remaining clothes on the floor and pull his pants back on. He can't seem to find his shirt, and it's only when he looks over at you and Matsukawa cuddled up on the couch that he realizes you're wearing it, and his heart does a painful little leap.

You look up at him, brows furrowed, one arm reaching out for him, gesturing him over. "Hiro, where are you going?"

"I just- um- I need some air, I think I'm gonna go for a walk." It's a lame excuse, made less believable by the tone of his voice, he knows, but he hopes you'll let him go anyway.

"Wait, we need to talk to you."

His mouth goes dry. You sit up, looking every bit as lovely as you are in his ratty old t-shirt, it's more than unfair, Matsukawa following you like a shadow.

"Don't be stupid," Matsukawa grumbles, leaning his head on the back of the couch, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Sit, dumbass."

Hanamaki sighs, does as told, if only because your smile looks so genuine and apologetic, and perches on the other side of the couch, keeping distance between you.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner or say anything before...all of that," you start, your cheeks darkening with embarrassment. It's adorable. No matter what you had to say, he'd always listen, he thinks you know that. "But I like you, too, Takahiro."

He blinks at you, slowly, and he thinks he ought to have made this a language by now with how many times he's done it tonight and wished it would substitute actual words.

When he stays silent, still unable to find the words, you continue. "Issei and I have talked about it, and I- we- want you, too, if you'll have us."

Hanamaki looks between you like he's watching the most riveting tennis match, though you're both frozen in anticipation, you with a hopeful look on your face, Matsukawa more smug, like he knows Hanamaki well enough to know he wouldn't refuse.

Matsukawa shrugs then, kisses your cheek before wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. "I'm not gonna stop the love of my life from getting what she wants, especially if it's you."

Hanamaki thinks that's what gets him, though you ‘had’ him ages ago. His heart does a stupid little flutter in his chest that kind of makes him want to cry and laugh at the same time, but he settles for taking a deep, steadying breath. "Of course." He nods once, twice, and the smile you give him then is blinding.

You reach out for him and he all but drops everything to let you pull him into you, wrap your arms around his torso and squeeze him tight. You lay back down on the couch, giggling at the mess of having to position all three of you in such limited space, but you manage, fitting snugly in between the two of them like a perfect puzzle piece.

"This couch will never be the same, and for that, I won't apologize," you mumble happily into the crown of Hanamaki's head, nails scratching soothingly at the nape of his neck.

Matsukawa's sat up slightly, resting his chin on your shoulder as he flips through a wide array of things to watch and maybe actually pay attention to this time. He laughs, sparing you a knowing glance. "Not that much different than what we've done on it before." Hanamaki snorts into your collarbone at this, and Matsukawa grins, nudges at his leg. "Don't act like you haven't seen any of it happen."

Hanamaki can't help the blush that rises to his cheeks, so he hides his face in your neck. The tip of his nose tickles your skin, and you giggle, soft and warm and adorable.

"Ta-ka-hi-ro~" you say for the second time that night, pronouncing every syllable like it's poetry, tugging at his hair gently to make him look up at you. You wait patiently until his eyes meet yours, and yours are so transparent with emotion, so sincere, Hanamaki is sure you can see every single doubt still hidden in the depths of his own, every question he still has despite the happiness threatening to rend his heart in two.

"I'm sorry it took so long," you say softly, stroking at his cheek so tenderly he almost wants to purr like a satisfied cat. "But I'm glad you said yes."

He wants to tell you there's nothing you should apologize for, wants to say there wasn't any other possible answer, not when you make him feel the way you do, not when you look at him the way you do, but he can't find the words tonight because you've turned his brain into mush, he's sure of it. So he decides to show you instead, smiling as he presses his lips to yours.

You seem to understand just fine, because you're smiling too, even as you kiss him back until it proves impossible to do both smiling and kissing, and the two of you devolve into fits of laughter, knocking heads and giggling all over again when you try to dot kisses all over his face.

Matsukawa just shakes his head and settles in behind you, but he can't hide his own lopsided grin, tugging you ever closer - and Hanamaki in turn, because you're clinging to him so tightly.

Hanamaki doesn't think he's ever been happier, finally letting himself melt into the warmth of your unshakeable hold on him.

[hajiwaa]

"Underrated" Characters Collab

Hello everyone! To celebrate my 30th birthday at the beginning of August, as well as reaching 1.3K followers, I thought I’d host an open Haikyuu collab for anyone to join!

This event is open for both writers and artists. Let's give the smaller characters their time to shine!

Banner by the amazing @vanille--kiss

Underrated / Underwritten Haikyuu characters

What I mean is: give me some Yaku. Some Kai. Some Saeko. Some Kunimi. Oomimi, Futakuchi, Aran, Semi, Komori, Inunaki, Thomas... The list goes on!

If you're still unsure, maybe this little graphic will help...

this is just a joke plz don't kill me

As this blog is 18+, you also must be 18+! Age must be visible on your blog. Ageless blogs will not be allowed to join and minors will be blocked.

SFW/NSFW/DC are all allowed! As long as everything is properly tagged, there's no limit to what you can do.

All writing is accepted (headcanons, Drabbles, fics, series, etc), but the minimum word requirement is 500 words.

All characters must be aged up, no exceptions.

Each writer can sign up for up to two characters.

Each character can be claimed twice. If that character is claimed and you'd like to write/draw them, please choose someone else.

You can write a threesome / poly relationship including a "popular" character; however, the underrated character you choose MUST be a main in your work.

You can post on either AO3 or Tumblr, either is okay! Just send me the link wherever you post it and I'll add it to this masterpost.

Send me a DM or an ask saying which character you'd like to claim, your preferred reader (m, f, or gn!), and if you'll be writing or doing art.

Submissions will be due November 1st, 2021. If you need more time or will be late, please don't hesitate to reach out!

Tag me (at either @meiansmistress or @meianswife) or use the hashtag #underrated.collab.

Please reblog this masterlist after you've been added!

And last but not least, have fun!

List underneath the cut:

@anime-nymph || Sasaya Takehito x f!reader @anime-nymph || Tsukishima Akiteru x f!reader

@angelashido || Tanaka Saeko x f!reader x Kiyoko Shimizu

@cemeiia || Hirugami Sachiro x f!reader

@gg9183 || Kawanishi Taichi x f!reader

@gwiezdny--plomien || Goshiki Tsutomu x f!reader

@haikyooot || Hoshiumi Kourai x f!reader

@hajiwaa || Kyoutani Kentarou x gn!reader

@ixwrites || Semi Eita x f!reder

@kitascumsock || Hoshiumi Kourai x f!reader

@kurinoot || Fukunaga Shouhei x f!reader

@laineeey00 || Hirugami Sachiro x f!reader

@meiansmistress || Washio Tatsuki x f!reader

@miss-minty-writes || Akagi Michinari x f!reader @miss-minty-writes || Aran Ojiro x f!reader

@moonie-cafe || Futakuchi Kenji x gn!reader

@roanniee || Yaku Morisuke x gn!reader @roanniee || Kuguri Naoyasu x gn!reader

@rosesandtoshi || Meian Shuugo x f!reader

@strawbearisamu || Komori Motoya x f!reader

@undersero || Semi Eita x gn!reader

@vivianvampyric || Kindaichi Yuutarou x f!reader

@waka-chan-out || Mizoguchi Sadayuki x f!reader

@wakaoujisenhime || Goshiki Tsutomu x gn!reader

@wonnoy || Futakuchi Kenji x f!reader

@xmyshya || Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader

@kirakirasaku || Haiba Lev @kirakirasaku || Yachi Hitoka

@laineeey00 || Hirugami Sachiro

@omiishii || Koganegawa Kanji

@vanille--kiss || Meian Shuugo @vanille--kiss || Yaku Morisuke

[hajiwaa]

wanna sit on uncle tsumu’s cock cockwarming him while watching a movie by others🥺

tags: incest, uncle!atsumu, taboo, fingering, implied voyeurism by dad!osamu

at first you got a rush from simply grazing your hand over your uncle's thigh, under the blanket, while your parents sat on the couch adjacent to you. but you should've known after all this time that atsumu wouldn't accept that.

as the sounds of the screen drone on, atsumu isn't even trying to go slowly, snaking his hand up your shorts, pulling the material aside to force his fingers inside you.

you pull your knees to your chest, giving him access to your dripping pussy, hiding your face from your parents at the same time.

but uncle atsumu gets greedy, wanting to make you cum right in the living room, prodding your sensitive spots, rubbing his thumb over your clit. you let out a small whimper into the blanket precariously covering your body, which doesn't go unnoticed by him at all.

"yn," he whispers, leaning over to put his mouth to your ear, "yer not gonna cum right in front of daddy, are ya? that would be bad..."

you shake your head, not trusting your voice. but you can feel the feeling building up in your belly, tight, urged by his incessant voice in your ear.

let me hear your moans, he urges. you know he's smirking as his fingers go in and out, fucking you until your legs went numb. come on, just a little whimper? yer voice is always so lewd, too—

you're about to cum when you're interrupted.

"hey," your dad's voice breaks in, "aren't ya sittin' a little too close to tsumu, baby?"

the shame burns through you, thinking about how wet you must have made the couch. you try to clamp your legs shut to stop your uncle’s ministrations, especially now that your dad was looking right at you, but he’s stronger, his hand bigger.

“didn’t wanna disturb yer movie, samu,” atsumu says smoothly, crooking his finger inside you, “me an’ my favourite niece have our secrets, don’t we?”

you can’t stop yourself anymore, moving your hips with the flicks of his wrist, the sound of your dad and his twin’s voices blurring in your mind. atsumu knows what you’re doing, and nudges the spot buried inside you.

“you guys are gonna gimme a heart condition—“ he says, but the blood rushes to your head as you cum, shaking underneath the blankets, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid your parents’ gaze.

“nah,” you hear atsumu say faintly. to your horror he brings his fingers that were just fucking into you to his lips, as if he was going to bite his nails even though he’s never had that habit, and licks them right in front of osamu.

his eyes flicker to you for a moment, still flushed and quivering from seconds ago, and tells your dad: “i’m gonna take real good care of yer little girl.”

[hajiwaa]

HI i saw your tags for the reblog of my most recent fic and i just wanted to say thank you???? like, SO MUCH??? FOR YOUR SUPPORT??? I DONT desERVE IT AHHH

OFC U DO!! please give urself some credit </3 it’s so well written i love it sm ;-; u don’t need to thank me but yw!!

[hajiwaa]

share me.

pairing: kageyama tobio x hinata shoyo x f!reader

warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, tw!alcohol, fluff, kissing, tw!groping, breastplay, spanking, fingering, lotsss of fighting over mc, threesome, oral f!receiving, oral m!receiving, teasing, mentions of cum

a/n: i wrote this over a span of a couple days so its way less sloppy than my other works. i also tried a new writing style so,,, lmk if yall love it or hate it, as usual<33

Kageyama hated the way Hinata drew you in. As a friend group, the three of you would always go out, for drinks, or a movie, or for dinner. You seemed to be the balance between the pair, a happy medium in the middle of the racing energy and booming negativity. But Hinata always seemed to steal your attention with his overbearing positivity, and Kageyama hated that.

One night, when the three of you were drinking beer in the middle of the night in Hinata’s bedroom, Kageyama narrowed his eyes at you.

“Alright, Kageyama.” You announce. “I pick truth.”

“Why are you so mesmerized by Hinata?”

At first, the question stunned you. Considering you were already tipsy, you figured you’d heard him wrong. But Kageyama’s firm.

“Well?”

“Well what?” You reply.

“Are you gonna answer my question or not?”

His persistence threw you off.

“...I’m not ‘mesmerized’ by Hinata. But if he’s gonna talk to me, of course I’ll let him. What else am I supposed to do?”

Hinata’s dreary eyes observe the situation unfolding in front of him. He takes another swig.

“Why don’t you pay any attention to me?”

You nearly choke on your drink.

“Kags, you jealous?” You sputter. “Where the fuck is this coming from?”

“For months, it seems like I’m an outlier. It’s always you and him in the groupchat, you and him on social media. And what do I do? Sit on the sidelines. Take the photos. Am I not good enough for you or something?”

“Kageyama, calm down.” Hinata interrupts. “I’m sure y/n wasn’t doing it on purpose. Besides, it’s not like you’re very approachable, anyway.”

“What did you just say to me?”

“Guys, let’s just keep playing.” You state. “Truth or Dare, Hinata?”

“Dare.” Kageyama replies.

“Kags, it wasn’t your turn—“

“Did you not even listen to a word I said? Ask me something for once, y/n.”

Your head was spinning. You were way too drunk for this. You didn’t even realize what you said until the words were already out of your mouth.

“Alright, tough guy. I dare you to kiss me.”

Kageyama’s striking blue eyes widened. He scoffs.

“W-What?”

Fuck it. You already said what you said. Better off running with it than trying to take it back.

“You want me to pay attention to you? Kiss me, Kags. Or is that too much for you?”

Hinata is silent as he takes in the situation.

“Pfft. H-How could a measly little kiss be too much for me?” He averts his gaze, a light pink tint surfacing on his cheeks. “But fine.”

He shuffles over to you, awkwardly taking his place next to you. The smell of the shampoo you used is still lingering in your hair. He swears his heart skips a beat.

“You gonna do it, sweetie? Or are you having second thoughts?” By this point, your speech was slurring.

“Y-Yeah, just—“

Any sense of nervousness that Kageyama had flew out the window as soon as Hinata opens his mouth.

“Better hurry up. If you don’t do it, I will.”

The raven-haired setter turns, glaring at the ginger.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“If you don’t wanna do it, I’ll kiss her. I wouldn’t hesitate to kiss someone as pretty as y/n.”

“Aw, shucks, really?” You grin. “C’mere then!”

“What?” Kageyama’s frozen.

“C’mere and kiss me, Hinata.” You stretch out your arms to him. “Kags is taking too long anyway.”

Without a second thought, the shorter one scurries over to you. You find his hands swiftly wrapping around your waist.

Within seconds, your lips are entangled with his. His tongue grazes your bottom lip before entering your mouth.

“Mmf,” You moan.

“No fucking way,” You can hear the deeper voice say. Hinata is forcefully pulled away from you, causing you to whine.

“What was that for?”

It’s not for long, though. His absence is now replaced by Kageyama’s presence. His low grunts fill your ears as he engulfs your mouth in his. His hand rests on your neck.

You take a moment to compare the two. Hinata’s kisses are eager and passionate. He’s daring and brave, groping your body and using his tongue. Kageyama is much more careful, though. His touch is gentle, and while desperate, his kisses are soft and calculated.

He pulls away, turning towards Hinata. “It was my turn, you idiot.” He pauses for a brief moment before continuing. “She’s mine.”

“Is she?” Hinata turns to you. “Y/N, you wanna kiss me again?”

“Yeah!” You reply, now throwing your arms around Hinata. He smirks at Kageyama.

“Seems like she wants the both of us.”

You nibble at Hinata’s chin. He takes the signal, leaning down to make out with you again. Jealousy gnaws at Kageyama.

“C’mere,” Kageyama murmurs, grabbing your chin and causing you to look up at him instead of Hinata. He dips down from behind you, kissing and sucking on your bottom lip. You moan against him.

“Gonna steal her back with a spiderman kiss, huh?”

“Easy, guys,” You giggle against Kageyama’s lips. “You can share me...”

All your inhibitions had disappeared. It didn’t help that you were already horny before you got drunk with the two. You’d be lying if you said just being with them on a regular basis didn’t make you wet.

“That so?” Hinata questions. You simply nod, cupping Kageyama’s cheek as the kiss continues, not even looking to see what Hinata’s doing. That is, until you feel coarse hands pushing up and underneath your shirt.

You squeal, jerking away, much to Kageyama’s dislike.

“H-Hinata, what are you doing?”

“I’ve always thought they looked so nice,” The ginger says with a coy smile, cupping your breasts. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist.”

“Stop getting distracted,” Kageyama mutters. He reaches over and pinches one of your nipples.

“A-Ah!”

“Aw. Did he hurt you?” Hinata asks. He doesn’t wait for an answer as he leans down, tongue darting out to lick the hardened bud.

You gasp as he takes a moment to kiss it before backing away again.

“That better, y/n?”

“Y-Yes,” You murmur. “Thank you, Hinata...”

Kageyama groans in annoyance, but keeps kissing the nape of your neck nonetheless. Hinata resumes sucking on your tits, alternating between the two and testing how wide he can open his mouth to take in as much of a breast as possible.

“Feels so good.” You moan.

“Yeah?” Hinata replies.

“She wasn’t talking to you,” Kageyama snaps. “You were talking to me, right? You like how I’m kissing you?”

“You’re so dramatic, Kags!” Hinata whines. “You meant that for me, yeah, baby? ‘Cause what I’m doing feels better?”

You stagger to try and say some words, but you can’t seem to find any. Between your throbbing pussy, hard nipples, and surfacing hickeys, you aren’t really focused on talking anymore.

So, absentmindedly, your hand tugs at your bottoms before your fingers find their sweet, familiar spot on your clit. You feel slightly shocked once you remember the boys’ presence, but eventually conclude that you don’t even care if they are watching.

Kageyama sucks for a little longer on your neck before pausing abruptly.

“Are you fingering yourself?” He inquires, peeking down from above. His breath is warm on your collarbone.

Hinata stops what he’s doing now, too, looking down to confirm it for himself.

Your fingers collect the slick as your head falls back onto Kageyama’s shoulder.

“Mmm, sorry. Had to.” You say, simply, as dizzying spots fill your vision.

A hand comes down on your ass, breaking you out of your trance.

“Ow!” You squeak, as Kageyama looks at you through furrowed brows.

“Why don’t you look at me when I’m talking to you?”

You pull your fingers out, desperately trying to come back to reality. “Kags, ‘m sorry,” You manage to whisper.

Hinata rubs your thighs as he gets down fully onto his knees. “Is he being mean to you, beautiful?” He trails kisses down your stomach before arriving between your legs. His breath is hot, too, and it makes you clench up. You nod your head, and he averts his eyes to the male next to you.

“Don’t spank her if she doesn’t deserve it, Kags.”

“I wanna make sure she knows how to behave,” Kageyama spouts back. “And answers me directly.”

“Sounds like you’re just jealous,” Hinata replies, his lips pulling into a small smile.

“I’m not.” Kageyama huffs against your shoulder. “I’m perfectly fine with what I’m doing here. She likes it.”

“Yes!” You giggle, trying your hardest to keep up with the conversation. “I like it.”

“Yeah? Then you wouldn’t mind if I went ahead and did this to her, right?”

With that, Hinata opens his mouth, collecting your dripping slick and sliding his tongue up the middle of your clit. Your attention instantly goes back to him, and your hands quickly tangle themselves up in his thick, bronze hair.

“Oh,” You gasp, unconsciously grinding your hips against his nose. “Oh, Hinata—“

“Tastes so good,” He mumbles against your tender skin, looking at Kageyama through hooded lids.

“Fuck off,” Kageyama growls. He leaves your side, but you hardly notice. Not with Hinata drinking up all of your fluids.

You whimper and whine under his licks, and eventually find yourself on top of him for more leverage. Your knees rest on each side of his head, hips gyrating and clit rocking back and forth in his mouth. He’s pulled his pants down, jacking himself off with one hand and grabbing at your ass with the other.

“Mmm,” Hinata moans. You peer down through wet lashes, noticing how wet his chin is. It only encourages you to make it even messier.

Kageyama returns in front of you now, shorts pooling at his feet and hand pumping his pink, slender cock.

“Oh?” You tease. “What’s this?”

“I don’t care if he’s gonna eat you out, but I want you to suck me off, then.”

“So you are jealous, Kags. You know, if you were, you could’ve just said so...!”

Kageyama interrupts you by stuffing your mouth full. His hand reaches around to grab your hair, pushing your head back and forth on his length.

“Shut up,” He sighs, balls slapping your chin. “Shut up and suck my fucking cock.”

Any sounds of protest from you were muffled. Hinata continues to relish in how delicious you taste, as you continue to choke on Kageyama’s cock. Soon, the room is filled with sounds of pleasure coming from all three of you.

“Oh, fuck, Kags, you feel so good in my mouth.” You gasp. “And Hinata—“

“Fuck yes. Oh— yes— just like that, pretty girl.”

“So good, y/n... you taste so fucking good.”

The room feels like it’s getting hotter by the second. You’ve cum numerous amounts of times, much to your approval, but neither Hinata or Kageyama have yet. By the way Kageyama is swelling in your mouth, though, he mustn’t be too far off.

“I’m getting close,” Kageyama murmurs. “Look at me, y/n. Show off those pretty eyes.”

“Hey! I’m getting close too,” Hinata adds, coming up for air. “Look down at me, cute stuff.”

You’re unable to keep your eyes on either of them for long. They inevitably flutter shut as you orgasm for the nth time.

“F-Fuck!”

“Moan for me,” Hinata begs, pawing at the soft flesh of your ass. “Wanna hear you so bad.”

“Ah-uh,” Kageyama argues. “You had enough of her. Moan my name, y/n. Like the good girl I know you are.”

Hinata continues going to work on your pussy as Kageyama keeps up with his continuous pace of thrusts into your throat. He pauses every once in a while, though, allowing you to catch your breath.

“S-So good!” You mewl, grabbing at your tits and waist. “Want you to cum for me, Tobio.” You whine, before looking down at the ginger beneath you. “Give me your cum, too, Shoyo!”

In an instant, Hinata cums all over your ass and back right after hearing you use his first name. It’s warm, and thick. Thicker than you’ve ever seen or felt before in person. For a second, you wonder what it would be like to have him in your mouth instead.

Kageyama’s hips are sputtering, now, and he grips your arm gently for stability. “Tell me more about how you want it. How bad?”

“Want your cum so bad, Tobio-chan!” You exclaim, looking up at him while gently massaging his balls. “No need to get jealous of Hinata. You know I want you just as much.”

“Y-Yeah?” He murmurs, eyes lighting up before rolling into the back of his head. “Fuck, yeah.”

Before you know it, warmth floods your mouth, seeping into every crevice and spreading all across your the span of your tongue. It’s salty, but thin. It goes down easy.

The three of you collapse on the bedroom floor, sweaty and breathing heavy. You’re still clenching around nothing, and Hinata hums as his dick twitches softly. Kageyama strokes himself a few more times before putting his hands behind his head.

“So...” Hinata trails off, eyes on the ceiling.

“Wow.” Kageyama mutters. The shorter one nods in response.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” You comment, taking a moment to look at the guys on either side of you. Hinata’s face is flushed and wet, but he manages to give you a lazy smile. When you turn to examine Kageyama, his face is shiny, but relaxed. Probably about to fall asleep.

“We gotta do it again.” Kageyama replies.

“Hell yeah,”

“Yes, please.” You say, before erupting into a fit of laughter. Hinata joins in, and Kageyama gives a few weak chuckles, too.

“Can’t believe you were jealous, Tobio.”

“Shut up!”

“I know right? He was all ‘pay attention to me and only me.’” Hinata snickers. “So needy.”

The three of you begin laughing again, and you realize that you wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else. You have been friends since high school. You wouldn’t wanna try something new with any other pair.

Kageyama, although irritated by Hinata, easily gets over it after knowing that he got to hear you plead and gag on his dick.

As for Hinata, don’t be surprised if he eats your cunt out the next time he sees you. He might even do it in the middle of movie night. It won’t take Kageyama too long to get jealous, though, and join in again.

After all, you’re in the middle of the two most competitive volleyball players in the world.

[hajiwaa]

oh boy idk if you’ve ever talked about this before (i’m new to the blog, and you’re so very talented!!! you make my dumb horny heart just 🦋🦋) BUT what are your thoughts on which of the haikyuu boys are best/worst at being edged? like who’s begging and crying after 20 minutes and who’s able to hold out for hoouurrs before getting just a touch whiny. i. need to know. for science 🤲🏼

thank you so much!!! welcome to the blog my love 🥺 but omg. thoughts. so many. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN HANDLE EDGING 

matsukawa issei; he’s purely holding out this long out of spite. as if he has something to prove, which he very much does. he’s barely bucking up into you, trying his best to hold his pants and his hisses from how borderline painful this is, but you can see how tense he is. his abs keep spasming, his biceps flexing as he fists the sheets. he keeps his legs spread for you though, lets you suck at his cock, fondle his balls, stroke at the base and squeeze at the tip with your much smaller hand. he lasts a good an hour and 10 minutes. honestly, genuinely impressive. he won’t let you get off easy though, good luck with that. 

oikawa tōru; originally, i’d think he’d be so bad at this, but honestly, oikawa’s orgasm control is so impressive? even when he’s fucking you, he’s lowkey edging himself because he always holds off until you cum. so letting you edge him isn’t too much of a problem. he definitely cries and begs like a bitch, but he lasts, oh he lasts. approximately 35 ish minutes. definitely cums without warning and without permission, and you can’t decide whether he did it on purpose to piss you off or because he genuinely couldn’t continue. it’s okay, just overstimulate him till he’s crying all over again. tōru’s a very pretty crier, after all <3

kita shinsuke; oh my god, the best boy. he’d last days if you asked him to. he’ll be quietly, as quietly as he can, panting and whining and groaning, silent tears streaming down his face every time you pull away from his cock. every time he bucks his hips up, it’s followed by a trail of “sorry, sorry, m’sorry,” that it’s just so adorable. has you cooing at him, soothingly rubbing at his thigh and murmuring that it’s okay, that he’s doing so good. he lasts around 45 minutes, but when he cums, he promises to do better next time, to last longer. anything for you <3 

sugawara kōshi; this fucking masochist. he likes it. he likes the pain. probably was the one to suggest it to you. he sits between your spread legs, back pressed to your chest with your hand stroking his dick from behind. you stroke at him until he’s so close and pull away, watching as his cock bobs desperately, and he moans for it. he’s so vocal about it, begging and pleading, but when you go to ask him if he wants to cum yet, he tells you, “no, no, i can— more, more.” he lasts 2 whole hours. it’s like, kind of scary. he does pass out after and actually scare, but he gets up a minute later with a cheeky smile like, “again?”

miya atsumu; like oikawa, he will cry and sob so fucking much, and he’ll make such a mess, but god, does he last. atsumu thrives off of praise, and having you tell him how good he’s doing for you, such a good boy, atsumu, all for me? has him drooling for it. both him, and his cock. he’ll get a little dumb halfway, almost just letting you use him, but he does whine a lot, crying and pleading for you to let him cum, but it’s all bark and no bite. it barely has anything to it. i firmly believe he’d be one of top, lasting around an hour and 30 minutes, just because atsumu gets so lost in everything, including giving up control. 

kuroo tetsurō; another one to last mainly out of spite. he wants to prove to you it’s not much, it’s not that bad, it’s easy work. you quickly make him eat his words by the third time you pull away, and it just dawns on him that he’s the one that put himself in this position in the first place. it’s no one’s fault but his own, and because he doesn’t wanna seem like a coward, backing out so quick, he lasts at least 30 minutes, and gets through it without begging, only spitting out curses and panting and groaning deeply. 

akaashi keiji; sweet boy keiji definitely lasts, all for you. he’s not too vocal either, just light curses to himself, muffled moans, broken, bitten down sobs. he genuinely does love to let you have your fun with him, because submitting to you is just so satisfying. and i can see akaashi loving edging so much because of how good the orgasm that eventually comes is. like the moment you give him permission to, he’s seeing stars, and it’s why he lasts as long as he does, why he tries to push for longer. he lasts a good 45 minutes, and he’s been trying to beat that record for a while now. don’t worry, he will. 

sakusa kiyoomi; is so fucked out, so far gone, to the point that you don’t even think he’s in control of his own body anymore. even if you told him to cum, he wouldn’t. he’s so deep in this headspace of being under your control it’s incredible. it’s mesmerizing. he looks so pretty, cock so red and wet and hard as ever, painfully so, against his pale skin, twitching and bobbing and begging for attention. he lasts 40 minutes. it’s the most gorgeous 40 minutes of both your lives. 

asahi azumane; so good! such a good boy!!! doesn’t last so long, but definitely tries his best for you. it’s some 20 or so minutes in that he cums, but he immediately starts chanting out apologies, begging for you to forgive him, to give him another chance. he continues to try until he can last so long, but it’s the fact that he’s willing to that has your heart soaring and your body heating up. 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CANNOT, WHATSOEVER, HANDLE EDGING

bokuto kōtarō; baby boy is crying 10 minutes in. he can’t handle it. if you tie him up, he’ll rip through them, flip you over, and fuck into you till he’s filling you up. he won’t even try. he watched a porn video where a person lasted an hour and thought, oh must be worth it, and asked you to try it on him. just. it’s just not for him. he prefers the pain of overstimulation over edging, forever. 

iwaizumi hajime; please he lasts like 2 minutes. he just hates it so much. on him, at least. he can edge you for hours, and he’d the most satisfied man on earth. but sit between his legs and tease him by sucking at his cock, only to pull away just as he’s about to cum? somebody clearly has a death wish <3 but do bring it up and ask to try it! he still won’t last lol. but make him last. watch him cry. make iwaizumi hajime cry. make him. it’s beautiful. 

kageyama tobio; mannnn kageyama can cum untouched, hands free, if you really tried. grind down against him for a minute and he’s cumming in his pants for you. he has no concept of orgasm control whatsoever, and if you tried it on him he’d just get angry at you??? like fine no sex for u tf. he lasts a good 5 minutes, so good for him or whatever. 

kozume kenma; he wants to last. he wants to. but you have him crying, sobbing, 20 minutes in, and he just unintentionally spills down your throat without warning. of course, you’d felt the twitch of his cock, but you’d wanted to see where his head was at exactly. after he came, he felt so humiliated, but he still forced eye contact with you and went, “do it again. i’ll last an hour this time.” like ok no problem for me :) 

ushijima wakatoshi; doesn’t realize he’s being edged, and when you pull away just as he’s about to cum he sits up and stares at you with a deadpan face like, “that was not very nice of you.” he just. finds it boring honestly. he doesn’t want to drag something out like that for so long. he indulges you, sure, but for like 3 minutes, before he’s like alright time to fuck you. 

hinata shōyō; hinata’s just way too overexcited. he really does put his mind to it, but i think he gets too in his head about it that he just ends up cumming right away. but it’s a ruined orgasm, cause you pull away just as he’s cumming, so it’s so not satisfying, but for some reason, hinata loved it? so yeah, lasts 0 seconds, but discovers new kink! 

HAIKYUU BOYS THAT CAN, BUT JUST DON’T WANT TO

suna rintarō; oh he most definitely can. you cannot convince me he wouldn’t be able to. as much as suna is lazy, he’s just as impatient, and he can barely handle how foreplay seems to drag on forever. he wants to be inside you, and he wants to be inside you now. it’s ridiculous. if he could though, he’d last a good hour probably. he just really doesn’t want to. 

daichi sawamura; could 100% do it if he really put his mind to it, but just. why? what’s the point of not orgasming? he just doesn’t get it </3 you can try to convince him by making him do it on you, but chances are he’s gonna realize how much he loves to do it to you only. daichi’s so possessive it’s crazy, and he gets this mischievous glint in his eye whenever he realizes how good something makes you feel, especially if it’s pain. he is a dangerous man. 

miya osamu; most definitely would be able to last hours, but again, he just doesn’t want to. it’s also not one of those situations where he prefers overstimulation either. like osamu’s plenty kinky, sure, but those two aren’t what cross his mind when you say, “let’s change things up a bit.” it’s not that he gets bored of it either. he just. doesn’t wanna do it. like he can spend time making you feel good, and vice versa, with way more different things. and he seems like a very in the moment guy, like choking you in the moment or making you squirt. yk :) 

satori tendō; oh tendō loves edging, just on you. he never really gives you a chance to ever try to with him, honestly. he just loves, loves, loves to edge you, but not because he wants to purposefully hurt you, but rather to praise you, to tell you how good you are for him, to make you feel so good when he finally lets you cum. if you were to edge him, he’d honestly probably last over two hours. like not even exaggerating, he probably would. but no, you’re more fun! 

[hajiwaa]

forgive me father, for I have sinned [part 1]

-> a priest by the day, a incubus by night. an unexpected, sacrilegious combination. who knew that one person of such sacrilege have their eyes on you?

pairing: meian x afab!reader

themes: smut, 18+ MDNI, sacrilege (especially at part two), incubus!meian, priest!meian, virgin!reader, noncon/dubcon, mentions of somnophilia, fingering, pet names (little lamb), mentions of corruption

word count: 1,834 words

notes: hello hello! here’s my piece for the decadence open collab by @sugawara-sweetheart​ as well as for @dymphnasprose​!’s heavenly bodies collab! this idea has been living in my head rent-free lol for a while now after an entire discussion about this with @kinsurou​ in the hqhq basement and now felt like the perfect time to write this one! also, I divided this into 2 parts lmao and yes, thank you so much to @meiansmistress​, @vanille–kiss​, and @anime-nymph​ for beta-ing this baby! midas’ touch is real, babyyy

chants: the phantom of the opera - andrew lloyd webber

part 1 | part 2

The gentle wind is cool, nipping and kissing against your exposed skin despite the peaking sunlight straining through the afternoon clouds against your being. It’s another usual Sunday for you, breathing in the crisp scent of dried leaves from the trees leading up to your destination as you walk all by yourself. Your hands toy with the pleats of your black knee-length skirt on the way to the nearest parish that you started attending  ever since you moved here. The small bag strapped to your shoulder threatens to slip down the more you play with your skirt, leaving you to play with your fingers in front of your chest instead

Good thing I wore a thick blouse for today! you shudder with your thoughts, hugging yourself from the cool gusts of wind brushing against your skin as you hitch your bag back up your shoulder.

“Y/N! Good to see you attending Sunday mass as usual!”

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