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hiraethwa · 5 days ago
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New ask game:
Reblog if you want your followers to tell you what your trademark ™️ is. Like, what’s that thing that really identifies you.
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hiraethwa · 6 days ago
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PUT YOU FIRST
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pairing : tobio kageyama x f!reader summary : you're the only thing beside volleyball tobio has been wholeheartedly devoted to. there is nothing he wouldn't do for you, no matter how painful it might be cw : angst, no comfort, exes/breakup, pining, crying, miscommunication, post timeskip, ali roma!tobio, no use of y/n word count : 2.2k
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ex!tobio who breaks your heart when he haphazardly agrees, almost without a second thought.
neither of you can recall how the idea found a footing in the first place, but the word ‘breakup’ is brought up, and suddenly it’s a reality.
“if that is what you think is best, then okay.”
ex!tobio who packs up his stuff and leaves as soon as he can, not wanting to cause you any discomfort by overstaying his welcome.
he’s quiet as a mouse as he carefully moves around the apartment to collect it all, listening to your sobs and cries that never seem to stop.
is this what he wants? absolutely not. you’re his entire world. there is absolutely no limit to the lengths he would go to for you — anything, without question.
even if that is breaking up.
ex!tobio who you now believe to be agreeable to a fault.
it is a fact people are baffled about once you tell them. everyone just believe him to be as ruthless and angry as he is on the court — but you can easily go on for hours about how once you get him on your own, there are no signs of the hard edge to him that everyone else see.
with you he is soft. kind. patient.
and up until now, you have considered it to be one of his many admirable qualities.
however, it is not something you appreciate when it regards the fate of your relationship.
ex!tobio who is, in reality, exactly the person everyone believes him to be.
he has heard it from an early age; “why do you always have to be so mean, kageyama?”, “you really are selfish, kageyama,” “let’s see how far that attitude gets you, kageyama.”
people have refused to see him as anything more than his stubbornness, therefore he sees no reason to make them believe otherwise. they have already made up their mind.
you are the first person to try and give him the benefit of the doubt.
“are you okay, tobio?,” “let me know if there’s something i can do for you, tobio,”, “i believe in you, tobio.”
ex!tobio who might be agreeable to a fault, but it is only with you.
meeting someone who takes the time to see past his outburst is something he knows he wants to cherish — he is not going to scare you away.
no fight, no argument, no disagreement is that important that it is worth the risk of losing you.
so he puts his pride aside — he will always put you first, even if it means he is miserable.
ex!tobio who therefore agrees to a breakup under the belief that he thinks it’s what you want — what’s best for you.
your world shatters as he closes the door behind him.
suddenly you feel like the entire relationship was as a scam, too good to be true.
why was it so easy for him to walk away? how was he able to hear how your broken heart drew unruly sob after sob from your lips as he folded his clothes into his suitcase? why couldn’t he fight for you?
you’re left with the impression of simply being a convenience to him, someone he could use for comfort when he needed it. and once that lost its value, he had no trouble tossing you aside.
and maybe he is exactly that person everyone has told you he was.
ex!tobio who feels a new sense of agitated restlessness take residence in his body once you’re not part of his life anymore.
it’s only when you’re gone that he realises how much you have softened him. his mind had somehow found peace it never knew existed before you came around, and suddenly it’s just gone.
he becomes angry again. short tempered as he snaps at the first inconvenience he faces.
his teammates, who has only ever known him while he was devoted to you, are left stunned at his outburst in the locker room before the season’s first match.
“what the hell has gotten into you, kageyama?”
ex!tobio who hopes your watching, even though he has no right to your attention anymore.
and of course you are. once upon a time you had promised him you would be there for all of his moments — one way or another.
under different circumstances, you would have been in the stands. the loudest person in the crowd as you watch him perform his art — instead a blaring alarm wakes you up a quarter to four in the middle of the night.
grumpily you force yourself out of bed. you curse yourself, even though you know very well this is something you’re doing of your own free will. you have no obligation to him anymore, and it’s not like he will know if you’re watching or not. you could very easily turn off the alarm, pull the covers over your head and go back to sleep, drift back into dreamland where you are still together.
but instead you bring your duvet with you into the dark living room, wrap it around yourself and switch the tv on, the sports channel that’s airing his match already on. with a yawn, you make yourself comfortable, laying down on your side and tucking your hand under your cheek.
the match is about to start, and the camera pans to tobio, showering him with praise as the talented setter he is — it doesn’t take long before you feel a quiet tear roll down your cheek. and as the game goes on, the stream continues steadily and silent.
oh, how you miss him.
ex!tobio who is a different type of nervous during the match, because it feels wrong to not have you in the audience.
on instinct, he keeps shooting glances to where you would have been sitting if you were to attend, hoping to meet your eyes. without fail, you would always look at him with such pride whenever he played.
it gave him an extra little push, having such a desire to impress you — and he looked forward to the little post-match ritual the two of you had developed.
the buzzer would end the match, declaring his victory — and while he thanked the opposing team for the game, you would hurry down from the stands.
in the halls of the stadium, you find him before they reach their wardrobe. the blush quickly blossoms across his cheeks when his teammates start teasing him.
“here she comes, champ,” one of them snickers, shoving his shoulder lightly before they all head on — but he remains.
without another second to waste, you launch at him, limbs latching on around his neck while his arms secure you in his grip, lifting you off the ground. his stance is steady — safe — as he spins you around before putting you down gently again.
the second your toes touches the floor, your hands cup his face to guide him closer. as your lips graze his, you say the same phrase you always do, “didn’t i say i believed in you?” before sealing the kiss.
but he know that won’t meet him this time. instead he’ll be alone, joining his team straight for the wardrobe.
ex!tobio who for the first time considers being selfish with you.
and he hates himself for it.
that was the one thing he was determined not to be with you — and here he is considering it, phone in hand with your number dialled.
his life is turned upside down, nothing resembling what he has grown so accustomed to. and on every aspect, he feels himself going through what he believes have to be withrdrawls.
ex!tobio is back in japan.
your mouth runs dry when you walk by the newspaper kiosk, his familiar face printed on the front page of a sports magazine. one of japan’s star athletes is returning to his home country for a tournament.
at first you’re hit with a small pang of anger — why hasn’t he told you?
and realisation hits you all over again, and yet another evening is spent alone in your apartment with wet cheeks.
however, it’s worse than it has been in a long time. somehow your body knows that he is in the same city as you for the first time in months, and it causes your heart to ache.
you don’t sleep at all that night. instead you toss and turn with the image of your past love printed behind your eyelids.
no matter how long it’s been since you’ve seen him, every detail is still intact in your memory. the exact shade of blue his irises are. the way the blush is easily brought to his face, starting across his nose before spreading across his cheeks and to the tips of his ears. how he always tilts his head a little to the right when he is confused. the way his shoulders rise and fists clench when he is building up courage.
you remember it all.
ex!tobio who knows it’s naive to think you’ll show.
but it doesn’t stop him from letting his investigative stare roam the audience. one would think it is hopeless to even begin to look, but he knows he’ll spot you if you are in fact there.
he will always find you.
the game runs its course, and despite his best efforts, he never spots you in the crowd.
it doesn’t really matter that he wins the first match he plays for ali roma in his home country — because you’re not there to celebrate with him.
ex!tobio who freezes in his tracks as he is about to enter the men’s wardrobe when he hears you call his name.
“tobio?”
you voice is meek, like you’re scared. and truth be told, you are. he can clearly tell — the constant shifting of weight between each leg and the nervous fidgeting of your fingers clear indicators of so.
it’s a new feeling to take you hostage when in tobio’s presence.
for a second there’s utter silence before he hears the faint whispers of his teammates behind him, before they eventually shuffle on to leave you two alone.
he remains completely still in his spot. “hey,” he breaths, and you both immediately pick up on the fact that you’re not the only one who is nervous. he continues to stumble over his words, hoping your natural warm presence will eventually melt him out of his stance. “it’s good to see you.”
you pull your lips into an awkward smile. you too — the two words sit restlessly on the tip of your tongue, but for some reason you’re unable to speak them into existence.
“great match! you played really well!”
he knows you’re smearing on thick, serving him a little white lie. because despite winning, he didn’t performed nearly as well as he could have. maybe being back home, knowing you were easily a car ride away, had messed with his head.
“thanks,” he says even though he can’t help but quirk a suspect eyebrow. “i didn’t see you. in the audience.”
“i watched from the hallway entrance. you know, the one in the top to the left?” it makes sense why he hadn’t seen you. tobio wouldn’t have been able to see anyone up there in that lighting. “and i also came late.”
“oh. okay.”
oh. okay.
he feels stupid as the sorry excuse for a response leaves his lips, but the unexpected reunion has caused his brain you temporarily short circuit.
“i wasn’t even sure if i should come,” you avert your gaze, tilting it to look at your own fingers.
“glad you did,” he says, wishing he could have mustered a steadier speech than he did.
there’s a whirlwind of turmoil causing havoc inside him, as he debates whether or not he should seize this moment that the universe has served him and finally let himself be selfish with you.
it’s so tempting. especially when you’re nearly within reach. he only needs to take five steps forward and he can pull you into him and have you rest your cheek against his chest like you always used to.
ex!tobio who dares take three steps closer at first.
when you look up at him again, he is scared you’ll step away once you see he is standing closer. but if anything, it looks as if you relax, lips parting with a soft sigh as you look at him with such awe in your eyes.
“how are you?” you ask innocently, knowing the answer you’ll get is not the answer you want.
he shrugs nonchalantly. “not too bad,” he lies, and he hopes you’ll call him out for it. “been busy.”
“so i’ve seen,” you try to smile, but you’re almost certain your sadness swallows it.
“you have?” there is a hint of pleasant surprise in his tone.
“of course,” you nod. “promised i would, didn’t i?”
and for the first time during your conversation, he smiles genuinely. it’s faint, almost unnoticeable, but it’s there and it’s so typical tobio.
ex!tobio who finally decides he cannot fight his desires anymore. your gentle affirmation, a reminder of your devotion to each other, wis the last drop that madke the glass run over.
he says your name, and you tilt your head at him.
“yeah?”
“i still love you.”
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author's note : just need to remind you all i still love him... even tho this might not be the fic that proves it hehe
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hiraethwa · 6 days ago
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i love u 2 ave 🩷 happy you got tobio on the quiz hehehe
LALEEEEEEE I LOVE YOU THREE THOUSAND
(it’s possibly because i chose tblitbk as the fic in the quiz) but WHATEVSSAS ill take what i can get 😤😤
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hiraethwa · 6 days ago
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Thinking about bed dynamics with SatoSugu (not like that, get your mind out of the gutter)
So first of all, Satoru. That man is always on the edge. Literally. As soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s out like a light. Knocked out. Softly snoring into the sheets, one leg kicked off the blanket, probably drooling a little. His hair's still damp from his night shower, and he keeps subconsciously reaching out for someone to cling to, whether it’s you or Suguru.
Now usually, you're in the middle. It just makes sense in their eyes.
Sometimes, though, if you take too long to come to bed or fall asleep on the couch, Suguru will take the middle spot instead. He's a little grumpy when he's sleepy. If you do end up waking him? He’ll groggily reach for you with a low murmur, coaxing you back under the covers with his hand resting heavy on your waist. Something about the way he holds you makes it very clear: you’re not allowed to sleep anywhere but next to him.
But, of course, they get called out for missions all the time. Sometimes it’s just Satoru who comes home exhausted, curling up beside you with a whimpery sigh of relief. Lazily pressing kisses anywhere his lips can reach until he dozes off. Don't worry he makes up for lack of attention after he wakes up! Other nights, it’s only Suguru, who slips into bed quietly, smoothing the blankets around you and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before pulling you into his chest like you’re his favorite plush.
Those rare nights where you get the bed to yourself? You still sleep in the middle. Right between their pillows. Because it still smells like them and feels just like home. (Also take advantage of the extra space duh)
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hiraethwa · 7 days ago
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feeling like changing my blog name or whatever 🙈
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hiraethwa · 7 days ago
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i'll defend fanfic for my whole life. like the joy it brings is genuinely transformative and indulgent in a way unique to the genre. it isn't meant for a market, it isn't meant to be sold or marketed. it is born out of such care and passion for a media that one must write and must share it, so other folks can enjoy it to. for no other reason than love and joy. do you know how special that is? especially in our current social and political climate.
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hiraethwa · 8 days ago
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hello everyone i’m finally back from my month long trip, unpacking and cleaning my apartment - got a lot of stuff happening in my life rn but i am aiming to get back and be more active soon~~
and to my lovely mooties, thank you for the asks <333 they brighten my day even though i haven’t gotten to answer them yet MUAHHH
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hiraethwa · 10 days ago
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Love knows not its depth (until the hour of separation) 
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pairing: Kuroo x f! reader  genre: angst / fluff, post timeskip! warnings: a tiny smudge of suggestive content wc: 4.9k m.list ~ taglist. ~
a/n: this is my rendition of a grown up Kuroo. life has been a little hectic for me recently, so i’m only getting around to posting it now. pls be kind and i hope y’all love it <3 
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“I need a break.”
Kuroo continues to snore. You are unsurprised he doesn’t hear you. After all, he came home glassy eyed, smelling strongly of alcohol after yet another night of drinks with his boss before quickly falling asleep in bed. It’s what he does most weekday nights, leaving you alone at home to manage your two daughters and tuck them into bed. 
“I’m tired, Tetsuro.”
You are too tired to even tell him how you feel. You have a career of your own, two daughters to raise, a never ending list of chores and errands that must be done. You are a mother, a wife, a career woman. You have so many roles to play yet there is no space for you. 
You must do something, anything or risk your heart imploding in your very chest. 
You cannot survive that. 
Keep reading
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hiraethwa · 11 days ago
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i was asked if i could share the fics mentioned in the quiz :3
… bitter by @nectardaddy
… rot by @dumdogs
… my bisque beau by @ottocre
… jackal's den by @nekozaki
… to be loved is to be known by @hiraethwa
… duskwatch by @megapteraurelia
… soft launch & exoplanets by me
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hiraethwa · 12 days ago
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RAJHHHHHHHH OMG DIEKKSKKSKSS IM GONNA DIE HAPPY I SWEAR *I MOT FUMBLING HIM FR I LOVE U I LOVE U
₊·͟͟͞͞➳❥ i made an uquiz where i sent you on a blind date with a haikyuu character and if you're reading this you're obliged to take it and share your result!! also rate my matchmaking service 5/5 ✭ and tell your grandma about it please thank you
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hiraethwa · 14 days ago
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$3000 for root canal and crowning r u kidding me i literally cannot do this anymore
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hiraethwa · 1 month ago
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Baby You're a Star Masterlist // Pornstar Satoru headcanons
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four
Pairings- Pornstar Satoru x shy f!reader
Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream.
Warnings- mentions of sex and sexwork, masturbation, mentions of drug use, weed smoking, Gojo has an OF hehe, lots of longing, pining, Satoru can't get hard if it's not you, whipped ass Satoru, explicit sexual content, angst - WC 46k 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 Playlist -Ao3 link-Headcanons below!
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Pornstar Satoru is one of the most famous pornstars there are, hence him constantly wearing jet black shades and hoodies at times, he never knew just who he'd run into that would recognize him. Whether it's his flicks or his OF - he's the top .01 % - he gets a lot of notice, especially in bustling LA. But, he loves what he does, he especially loves watching his abs flex in the camera as he hits one of his lovely costars from the back.
Pornstar Satoru loves making the costars and girls he collabs with actually cum, where they're shaking and squirting all over his latex covered cock. Not that fake shit like he watches them do with other men- no Satoru makes sure to slam that curved tip against their cervix, to roll his thumb right on their clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Perhaps that's the secret to how famous he really is, along with his good looks.
Pornstar Satoru makes so much money from each shoot and is in high demand, so he can have whoever he wants as a co star. They line up to have a chance at him, watching his videos and aching for a chance to feel his cock hitting them deeper than damn near anyone could hit, to say they got to shoot with the Satoru Gojo. This just makes Satoru fuck them harder, smiling right at that camera, as women dream it's really them that have captured his pretty blue eyed gaze.
Pornstar Satoru thinks it's a pretty damn good life, being rich for fucking beautiful women on camera, as he's inhaling a blunt after a threesome shoot with his best friend - and often costar- Pornstar Suguru, as they talk about who got the girl to squirt more, right in the middle of a bouguie party in East LA. Suguru let's out a throaty laugh, while Satoru narrows his blue eyes. 'I had her cumming so hard she was shaking' he says, taking a hit and handing it back to Suguru. 'Nah, that was all for me, did you see...'
Pornstar Satoru stops listening when he sees you enter the room, completely out of place at the coke filled, booze filled party, wearing a pair of black glasses that cover half of your pretty face, and a little nervous look as you stand there, in a cute white pleated skirt and a big oversized sweater. Satoru smacks Suguru on the shoulder then and he coughs up smoke. 'Shit what is it?' Satoru looks back at you, when you're handed a drink, some guy flirting as you look down shyly. 'Who's she?' Suguru blinks a bit curiously. 'I don't know, she's pretty though'
Pornstar Satoru scowls at Suguru who snorts in laughter then. 'Satoru we don't have 'girlfriends' and she... looks like a good girl' your eyes catch his then, across the room, like something shifts as you smile sweetly, before peering at your phone, biting your lip in concentration. 'I'm talking to her' Suguru chuckles as he watches his friend, and Satoru feels his heart race when he comes too close to you, something he can't say he's felt, even pleasing countless beauties, nothing has quite altered him as your sweet turn of lips, as you look down at your converse, so out of place you're fucking adorable. 'Hey sweetheart... Satoru Gojo' he says, introducing himself with ease, expecting you to maybe notice him, get starstruck, fuck women get wet just near him, but you simply grin, and your name whispers through his mind when it spills from your lips.
Pornstar Satoru has you sitting with him later, you fall into easy conversation, you're a little gamer nerd, you love science and the environment, he just bets you were head of your ecology club in college, which you quickly confirm, all while you're in awe of just how beautiful this man is. He's sweet, he's sexy... you feel he shouldn't even be talking to you. You're pretty but... he's experienced so clearly, by every way he moves, he's worldly, so confident, and you've never really left this little part of LA, but the two of you can't stop talking, to the point you forget what brought you here.
Pornstar Satoru laughs with you, as you're sitting side by side, and he lights up a blunt, leaning back on the burgundy couch on the outskirts of the party, inhaling it deep into his lungs. 'Want a hit, sweets?' he murmurs, you take it nervously, putting it to your lips and inhaling a bit, before coughing, covering your mouth. Satoru chuckles, 'you're cute' earning your cheeks heating up. 'Can you tell I don't do this?' you're nervously tapping your leg now. 'Yeah, what does bring you here, doesn't seem your...' 'my scene?' he nods then. 'yeah, that.'
Pornstar Satoru watches avidly as you sip on your drink, wincing at the strong liquor. 'Well, my friend invited me over, but she's running late' Satoru grins now. 'Party time is different, everyone comes late, that's on time. About fifteen minutes late' 'oh no I came early!' you smack your own forehead, giggling along with him. 'Are you like... a model, or an actor?' you ask, eyeing him and his baby blues, the cheekbones so perfect, those lips that wrap the blunt again. 'You could say I'm a bit of both,' he muses, then spits out his drink when you ask 'what are you in!?'
Pornstar Satoru coughs just a bit, he's never been ashamed of what he does, but he's nervous for some reason to tell you. Why, he doesn't know. 'I'm... into some indie flicks' you brighten up then. 'Oh, let me know, I love lowkey films! I bet you're great' Satoru sighs, gulping down the rest of his drink and eyeing your cup. 'Want more?' you frown now, maybe you're asking too much, or offending this actor that you don't recognize him!? You nod, the amount of people around you making you press against this friendly, pretty white haired stranger just a little more.
Pornstar Satoru has another drink, eyeing the sea of bodies undulating in the extravagant mansion, and soon the two of you are dancing together you're cute and so awkward, Satoru's enjoying this far, far too much. He has plenty of costars and fans come up to the two of you, but he's too interested in showing you how to move your hips to pay them any mind, when finally your friend comes. Satoru instantly recognizes her, she's a pretty famous co star he's collabed with on her Onlyfans not long ago. When she sees you giggling and enjoying yourself so much, she damn near drags you away, making Satoru curse.
Pornstar Satoru eyes you when your friend whispers in your ear- 'you really don't recognize him!?' you blink curiously, looking at him more closely. 'Should I?' she sighs then, eyeing Satoru up and down. 'He was in my OF videos, we collabed' you heat up furiously then. 'I never watched your videos! I just subbed to be supportive!' she giggles. 'You're so cute, I thought you at least watched some?' you shake your head nervously. 'I don't really watch, is he... like an OnlyFans guy?' Satoru is back over with Suguru now, while you sip your drink, feeling your body warm up. 'He's the top pornstar there is, the collab was like a dream. He's really sweet but you should know is all, you're kinda...' you glare. 'kinda what?' she giggles again. 'you're just... sweet, emotional, is all'
Pornstar Satoru expects you to be done with him once you find out, after all you just seem innocent, uncorrupted for this city, not the kind of girl to be at this party where lines are being snorted off bodies, and people are naked and jumping in the pools, a heady, wild atmosphere. But you smile at him, as you murmur - 'he's sweet?' to your friend. She nods then. 'He is, but just know... he doesn't date so, it'd only be physical' you frown at that now, that's not something you think you can do, you're about as demisexual as it gets, hence your very limited experience. 'He doesn't date at all?' Your friend gently touches your shoulder. 'No, love, I'd hate to see you hurt'
Pornstar Satoru catches you before you leave later that night, when you are just feeling too out of place, his big hand wrapped around your delicate wrist, earning you looking up at him. He can't stop thinking how pretty your eyes would look rolled back, how good your lips would feel wrapped around his cock, as you relax a bit, turning and looking up. 'Headed out already?' he asks softly, you flush as you remember just what he does for a living, your friend had just described his cock in far too vivid detail. 'It's not really my thing, but I'm glad we met, Gojo' you smile so cute then, leaning up and pecking him on the cheek, his arm wraps your waist as he leans down, inhaling that sweet vanilla scent cloying to your skin.
Pornstar Satoru pulls you in closer, blue eyes staring under snowy lashes. 'Can I... get your number?' Satoru has never asked for a number a day in his life, but he delights in watching you shift nervously, nodding as you tuck your hair behind your ear. 'Yeah, I'd like that' he exchanges numbers, tilting your chin up then, watching the way your eyes dilate, the color spread on your pretty cheeks. 'She told you?' you clear your throat, nodding a bit, still being captured by his fingers. 'I don't judge at all, Gojo, I'd still like to be... friends...' your whisper is met with the most subtle kiss on your lips, shooting desire hot and heavy until Satoru releases you, plump lips smirking- 'sure, sweets, we can be friends'
Pornstar Satoru can't get you off his mind, the feel of your skin on his, the sweet sigh against his lips. He is on a big shoot and - the Satoru Gojo that never gets soft - is having trouble keeping it up, to the amusement of his costar Pornstar Sukuna. Satoru scowls at his comments, just picturing your sweet lips against his for that brief moment. A man who just fucks and fucks, and doesn't feel, is hung up just on some fucking kiss. He has to take a break after pleasing his costar with his fingers, she's cumming so much she doesn't notice, but the directors wonder why he's off. He's in his own dressing room, eyeing the phone, hands shaking as he decides to type a message - 'could you give me a picture, sweets, to save as your caller id?'
Pornstar Satoru finds his cock is right back on hard when you send one quickly, just a cute selfie with a little peace sign, but he sees your glossy fucking lips, the teeth indentations he aches to rub the tip of his cock on, along with just a hint of your breasts. Your nipples press against the thin material of your little tee shirt- Pokemon, he notices, smiling- his cock throbbing. 'Can I get one too?' you're biting that lower lip nervously as you ask, getting a picture of him shirtless then, doing nothing to stifle the curiosity in your mind, your heart racing as you seee his body. 'You at a shoot?' you ask in the messages, he hesitates before answering - 'yes' - and somehow you feel jealous of whoever his costar is. You message a - kill it, Gojo! - despite the feeling in your tummy, little do you know you're drowning his fucking mind when he performs later, feeling the star squirting all over his latex covered cock.
Pornstar Satoru can't stop texting you that week, he can't even get hard if he doesn't look at that picture, and you can't stop your curiosity, when you friend mentions he's doing a live stream. Since Satoru can hardly perform, he's decided to masturbate on live cam, in minutes making more than he'd make in a shoot, all while having your picture propped up. People are chatting, watching, dollars by the hundreds being tipped every moment, fuck he's making way more than he usually would, and he can think of you. He laughs softly, abs flexing as he hits the right angle, reading the comments, making you dripping wet, this isn't what you do!?
Pornstar Satoru is stroking his wet, slick cock that's glistening, up and down with his huge hand, and you feel your pussy clench, breath coming faster, unsure whether to look away or keep staring, meanwhile he's picturing you in all sorts of positions, on your knees, a fucking mating press. He's shutting his eyes for a moment, grinning as the viewers go crazy. 'I know, it's pretty, huh?' he spits right on that long, veiny cock of his, pinching his pink tip and whining, white lashes fluttering open right when he sees a familiar name enter the chat.
Your name.
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Up close and personal (haikyuu version)
synopsis: haikyuu men dickology 🫠
Kuroo Tetsurō
He smirks like he knows exactly what you’re thinking—and he’s right. His cock is long, slightly curved upward, thickest at the base and tapering just enough to stretch you perfectly. The veins along his shaft are prominent, especially when he’s achingly hard, flushed a rosy hue at the tip, already leaking from how long he’s been teasing. He likes watching your expression shift as you go down on him, one hand in your hair, guiding but not rushing. “So eager for me, huh? You’re too cute like this.”
Iwaizumi Hajime
Built like a tank and just as intense, Iwaizumi’s cock matches his energy—thick, solid, with a slight downward curve that leaves you breathless when he’s inside you. It’s warm and heavy in your hand, the tip a dusky red that throbs under your tongue when you tease him. His abs twitch, hips bucking just slightly, even as he tries to keep his composure. “F-fuck… that mouth’s dangerous,” he growls, voice gravelly and low, gripping the sheets like he might tear them.
Matsukawa Issei
Lazy smirks. Low drawls. He doesn’t need to talk much—his cock does the convincing. Thick, weighty, and long, he curves subtly to the side, giving every thrust a twist of surprise. His tip is flushed, the shaft a shade darker with veins that pulse under your touch. He hisses softly as you stroke him, thumb grazing the slit just to watch him twitch. “You gonna sit pretty on this, or do I have to flip you over?” His voice is honey-slow—but the way he fucks is anything but.
Bokuto Koutarou
Loud. Excited. Huge. Bokuto’s cock mirrors his energy—long, thick, and just a bit too much to take without a stretch. The curve is pronounced and upward, perfect for hitting that spot that makes your legs shake. His tip is a flushed pink, slick and throbbing as he moans openly, watching your mouth wrap around him with adoring eyes. “You're doing so good! God—you’re amazing,” he babbles, hips twitching helplessly as you suck him deeper, driven by the way he praises every move you make.
Hinata Shoyo
Compact and toned—Hinata’s cock is a surprise package. He’s not the biggest, but he’s curved upward, thick at the base, and just eager. His tip is flushed bright red, almost trembling with sensitivity, leaking as he pants and whines with every stroke of your hand. His body is twitchy under you, muscles tight, abs flexing as he grips the sheets. “W-wait—don’t go that fast—ah!” He’s adorable when he tries to hold it together. You love breaking that composure.
Kageyama Tobio
Silent, brooding, and so easy to ruin. Kageyama’s cock is straight and long, flushed along the shaft, with a pale-pink tip that reddens the more you tease him. He’s rock-hard almost instantly, twitching in your grip, hips bucking with pure instinct. He grits his teeth, too stubborn to moan at first—but you see the way his chest heaves, how his jaw clenches. “Nngh… t-too much.” He doesn’t say stop, though. Not when you start sucking him in with both hands gripping his thighs.
Sakusa Kiyoomi
Impeccably groomed, perfectly clean—and yet filthy beneath the surface. Sakusa’s cock is thick and uniform, with a subtle downward curve, gorgeous in its symmetry. His tip is a flushed mauve, dripping steadily as he watches you from beneath dark lashes, cheeks tinged pink. He’s quiet, but not unaffected—every time your tongue swirls around him, he lets out a breathy gasp. “Tch… don’t be messy.” But when you make it wet, sloppy, loud—he doesn’t actually stop you. His trembling thighs give him away.
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hiraethwa · 2 months ago
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is kento miyaura just real life ushijima wakatoshi??? LAWFDDD gagged fr
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hiraethwa · 2 months ago
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being in love with childhood friend!kageyama but not realizing it until high school graduation rolls around. people keep telling you friends don't act the way you do, especially not kageyama, who doesn't really give anyone the time of his day (he half listens with half of his mind on volleyball), but he would listen intently when it comes to you.
the moment it clicked in your head, it feels as if a truck hit you at full speed, and suddenly, you see what the others see. if he didn't feel the same way, he would have brushed you off a long time ago, right?
wrong. you pretend your heart is not breaking, looking away from the boy you always kept your gaze on, wishing you never realized your own feelings.
next to you, hinata pesters kageyama on the identity of the girl he gave his second button to.
you miss the way kageyama keeps his eyes trained on you.
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hiraethwa · 2 months ago
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hiraethwa · 2 months ago
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why did i suddenly think of best man!kuroo who's been secretly in love with you.....
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